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Evil Bitch

By: Lost Boy



This one was just for fun. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment if you want me to continue with this story. Suggestions are always welcome. 

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'Creak... creak... creak...' came the soft footfalls upon the basement steps. 'Pat... pat... pat..." whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom. 'Eee...' the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil. Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor. I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom. She wanted to torment me yet again. I had been home a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked body.

"Are you awake?" Colleen asked softly.

"Yep," I replied.

"You need some wd40 for the door hinges," she said humor heavy in her voice.

"No what I need is a lock on my bedroom door," I told her keeping my eyes closed.

"Why would you want to lock your door?" the coyness in her voice bordering on bitterness.

"Why do you come down here to torment me?" I asked.

"You don't belong here anymore, you are a criminal and why mom and dad let you back in the house is still a mystery to me," there was no hiding the hate now.

"All the charges were dropped and my innocence was proved you evil bitch!" my anger slipped its chain.

"Evil Bitch am I? You don't know what evil is Jonathon." I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. "You must get off on evil bitches cause your COCK is rock fucking hard!"

I felt her grab the shaft and her lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off. I thought over the options and decided to do nothing. I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.

"I see you aren't complaining with my lips wrapped around your COCK, do you want to cum in my mouth or in my pussy?" she growled the hate screaming from her.

But still I remained silent and Colleen began to bob her head up and down the length of me. Soon her lips were touching the very base of my dick without any signs of gagging. Damn near ten inches down her fucking throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex! I had to admit I was impressed. Now she was deep-throating me for all she was worth and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her pussy as she masturbated. Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more before I felt her lift her head up then her body weight shifted again and I felt what could only be her pussy lips parting around the head of my cock.

"How does your sister's pussy lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!" she was almost shouting now but she knew as well as I did our parents couldn't hear her from the second floor. 

And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her pussy completely surrounded my hardness. But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.

"You LOVE my pussy wrapped around you don't you, you sick FUCK! My tight little pussy moving up and down on you! Feel this?" she asked as she squeezed her pussy even tighter around me. "Feel how tight it is?"

I felt her hands on my chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her hips.

"Come on ram your hips up into me you fucking hypocrite! I'm innocent! I spent a year in jail for nothing! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?"

It took everything I had not to do as she wanted. Her pussy felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all. She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.

"I bet you think I love fucking your COCK don't you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you don't you? Well I fucking..." but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted. 

I felt her grind her pussy down forcing me as deep as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.

"Gods I didn't expect to actually come," she whispered low.

"But you did didn't you, you evil bitch!" I told her coolly. "Next thing you'll torture me with is your ass... saying is this how the guys in prison felt..." 

"Hmmmm?" I heard her gasp and then fall silent.

"I don't blame you, I'd be afraid too..." I whispered.

"I am NOT afraid of you or your COCK!" she hollered.

I felt her lift her hips and then shift her body weight just a little and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered asshole was pressing down over the head of my dick. Colleen was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her anus opened to the wide head of my cock and inch by inch she moved down until... 'POP' the head slipped in. She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion. Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting she shaft follow after. Soon my dick was buried as deep as it could go inside of her ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring. After a full minute Colleen began to lift and drop again but only a little at first. 

"So full..." she whispered, "...my ass is so fucking full of cock."

She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion. Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her pussy and clit. 

"Open your eyes and see your filthy COCK deep in my ass brother, does it feel like it did in prison? Is it as tight as the other inmates?" she moaned and shook with pleasure.

"Colleen," I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her ass impaled on my dick. "I never had sex in prison. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are."

Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my cock but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more. She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her hips and began to thrust up into her tight ass again and again.

"UHHHHH..." she moaned. "Stop... NO... not my ass!"

"You wanted me to fuck your pussy is that it?" I asked her as I continued to fuck her.

"YES..."

"You wanted to be in control didn't you?"

"YESS..."

"But you didn't expect liking getting ass fucked did you?"

"NO..."

"Do you want me to cum in your ass Colleen?"

"YESSS..."

"How do we ask politely," saying it just the way our parents would have.

"P... please cum in my ass!!!"

"If I am going to do that you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your ass," I gave her my ultimatum.

"O... okay... anything you want," she moaned as she rose up off of me and assumed the position.

"Head down... ass up you evil bitch..."

She spoke no other words she did as she was told and lifted her ass up as high as it could go.

"Now be a good little slut and grab those ass cheeks of yours and pull them apart."

It was her turn to be ridiculed and hurt but without hesitation she grabbed her cheeks and pulled. I knelt behind her and eased my cock back into her ass while I took the toy I had prepared for this very moment and slid the lubed dildo deep into her pussy.

"NNNNNN both my holes are filled..." she groaned.

"Be a good little slut and fuck yourself with the dildo while I pleasure myself with your tight... dirty... hole."

"NNNN NNNN NNNNNN," she moaned as she fucked herself with the toy. "OH MY GOD!" she gasped as I rammed my cock home.

I grabbed her hips and began thrusting in and out of her as hard and fast as I could. I wasn't going to fight my orgasm because before dawn hit she would suck me off and swallow begging the entire time.

"NNNN NNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNN your cock feels so good in my ass...!!!"

"Wait til I cum and spray your insides," I said cupping her tits now and give them a healthy squeeze.

"Do you hate me for torturing you?" she asked as she rammed the toy inside of her over and over again.

"Ask me that when we are done," I told her smiling wickedly.

"Why are you smiling?" she said suddenly sensing something was very wrong.

"Why shouldn't I be smiling? My cock is buried in your once virgin ass. You are using a dildo to fuck your pussy and before we are done you are going to suck my cock and swallow every fucking drop."

"OH AM I?" her voice raised in protest but when I pulled back until only the head remained in her ass and then I thrust as hard and deep as I could her yelp of pleasure was I needed to hear.

"WELL?" I asked.

"Anything... anything you want... fuck me... make me cum and I will suck you dry after you cum in my ass I promise."

"Ok..." I said softly as my dick jackhammered in and out of her.

"NNNNNNNN YESSSSSS I am so fucking close!" she purred.

I thrust into her like a machine and felt her body stiffen even as my cock swelled inside of her ass. Colleen tossed her head up and back and howled as she came all the while I continued to fuck her silly. She had barely recovered when I told her how close I was and she began to thrust her hips backward driving me as deep as I could with each movement of my hips. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks and left cruel marks but she just got all the more excited. I felt the point of no return speed on by and my climax was seconds away. I stopped and let her fuck me with her ass for the last few strokes and then with a howl of my own cum pulsed into her tight asshole until it dribbled onto my covers. I took off my t-shirt and used it to catch the cum as I pulled out of her ass.

"Thirteen fucking months without sex... damn I needed that sis."

"You used me..." she moaned bitterly.

"You used yourself," I said coolly. "It was YOU that came down here every day for nearly a month and got naked in front of my closet mirror. It was YOU that played with your tits and pussy while I watched. It was YOU that crawled into my bed and sucked me off tonight. It was YOU that straddled me and fucked ME with your tight little pussy and ass. It was YOU who immortalized herself for the camera over and over again."

I gave her a few seconds to let the last bit settle in before continuing.

"I have hours and hours of your performances for posterity. Smile at the birdie evil bitch." I said pointing to the teddy bear above the head of my bed.

"You recorded me?" the hate blazing now.

"Yep... from three angles just to get all the action," I told her.

"WHAT?" she roared.

"Teddy Bear, Smoke Alarm and behind the two way mirror you so enjoy dancing in front of."

"I will..." she began but I cut her off.

"...do nothing or else mom and dad find out what YOU have been doing."

I watched her expression turn from rage to utter fear.

"Yes their good little girl... no more... their dirty little cock sucking, ass fucking slut."

"What do you want," the fight was out of her, she knew she had lost.

"You do what I want when I want..."

"Until...?"

"For as long as I feel like taking advantage of you. This isn't a negotiation this is a simple command and demand of your obedience."

The color drained from her face and I thought she might puke but she managed to keep her composure.

"Now there are to be rules around the house and you will follow them or else," I told her.

"What sort of rules?"

"You will never wear underwear ever again, period. You will never wear a bra ever again. You will always wear clothing that makes your pussy and ass accessible to my whims at all times. You will perform whatever sexual act no matter how depraved no matter where I ask you to perform it. Understood?"

"I am your slave in other words?"

"Yes and since you brought it up you will address me as Master whenever we are alone."

"Yes... Master," she said the bitterness and anguish filling each word.

"Now be a good little slave and get over here and suck me off."

"Yes Master," she whispered.

I lay down and watched as she slowly crawled over and lowered her head to my cock. She licked the tip tentatively before taking the head into her mouth.

"Show a little more enthusiasm slave after all you practically adored it earlier."

Colleen lowered her head and took half of me into her mouth/throat as her other hand began to stroke the shaft getting me nice and hard. I moaned now enjoying her predicament thoroughly as she gave me head.

"If you are a good little slut I will give you a surprise later on after I cum."

Her head moved up and down faster now and her tongue slithered over my sensitive flesh as her other hand squeezed and stroked me with greater pleasure. As her lips slowly moved further and further down the length of me I moaned and groaned louder still.

"What a great little cock sucker you are sis. I wonder who taught you how to give head so well? I mean sweetie you have like no gag reflex and that is just a great talent to have."

Now her head was bobbing up and down deep-throating me with each downward movement of her head. I was tempted to grab her by either side of the head and fuck her throat but decided to save that for another time. 

"I heard a rumor Colleen that dad was going to buy you tits for your nineteenth birthday, squeeze my dick if it's true."

She gave that shaft a little squeeze but continued to let the entire length slide down her throat.

"So how big were you going to go? Moan when I get it right won't you dear. I am guessing you are a large B Cup or a small C." Moan. "Okay... so if I were you I'd want say a large C?" Nothing. "Oh ho you want a full D Cup?" Moan. "Well those would be impressive but guess what you are going to tell daddy you want? Yes that's right DD titties! I want to be able to bury my cock between your new tits with ease. Got it?" Moan... sob. "Oh don't be sad think of all the guys who will be ogling you at the mall when we go shopping together. Just imagine my dick sliding between them when you suck me off. Think of how gorgeous they'll look with my cum painting them well them and your face."

I felt that tickle from my toes telling me I was getting close to climaxing. My cock swelled in her throat and she doubled her efforts to pleasure me now. Her head was bobbing over the first half while her fist stroked and squeezed the lower part. I began to pant and moan as my pleasure grew and grew and soon with a gasp and a cry she was swallowing my second huge load of cum tonight. The greedy little slut swallowed every last drop like I had told her to. Colleen fell on top of me pressing her tits against my chest and moaning like a bitch in heat. I could feel her soaked pussy against my leg and knew she was going to enjoy our new relationship as much as I. 

I picked up a remote control and pressed one of the buttons and waited until I heard the distinct 'click' before snuggling her.

"Are you ready for my surprise," I asked.

"Yes," she purred.

I turned on my wide screen television and then pressed another button on the remote and there in all her naked glory was my sister as she dropped her robe. It showed her cupping her breasts as she spoke to me. Then it all played itself out showing as she crawled onto the bed displaying her cock sucking skills from all three angles now. 

"I don't know which angle I like better, the rear view of your fine ass and soaked pussy; or maybe the top view of your head bobbing up and down or the front view with that hungry expression as you gobble up my cock?"

I turned and saw her watching herself on the TV and the voyeuristic pleasure she was receiving. 

"Is that what my ass looks like?" she whispered.

"Wait until you start riding my cock and ask that question then," I said.

It wasn't long to wait before she was straddling me and I heard her moan as my cock slid deep inside of her.

"I remember how good that felt," she was playing with her pussy now.

"Like the views slave?" I asked as I handed her the dildo.

"NNNNNN yes I do," she moaned as the dildo slipped between her pussy lips and was soon buried deep inside of her.

"So what size tits are you going to ask for?" 

"DD Master just like you want," she said her gaze fixed on the TV and the toy moving faster now.

"Get on your hands and knees facing the TV slave," I moan her masturbating getting me rock hard again.

"YES Master!" she said with glee as she assumed the position.

I knelt behind her and took the toy and began to fuck her pussy with it. Her hips were rocking as she watched herself get on her hands and knees and take it up the ass. I mirrored the motion and eased once more into her very tight hole.

"OH Master.... Your cock is in my ass again!!! Are you going to fill my ass with cum again?"

"Maybe... or I might paint your face with it this time."

"OH goody!! NNNNNNNN oh gods yes fuck my ass Master!"

Once I was buried deep between her cheeks I slowly thrust into her savoring the feel of her around me. Despite my threat I wasn't sure I was going to go through with it after all she was my sister, evil bitch or no. Soon she was thrusting her hips back driving me as deep into her butt as possible. Colleen seemed okay with our arrangement for now. I watched my electronic twin fuck her brains out and saw the pure delight Colleen was experiencing watching herself on the TV. I thrust meeting her movements perfectly and the wonderful jarring sensation was pushing me towards my next climax fast, well that and the sheer tightness of her ass.

"Fuck me Master! Ram that fat cock of yours into me... please!!"

I grabbed her as I did before my nails dug into her flesh and I pounded her ass hard and fast. I was grunting louder and louder as Colleen begged for my cock and our bodies made that sweet slapping sound now as I neared completion. I yanked my dick free of her and she rolled onto her back as I stroked the shaft and with a holler sprayed her tits and face with cum. Colleen's eyes were closed as she recuperated and it was the most subtle noise behind me that caused me to turn and see Carol, Colleen's twin sister standing mouth agape in the doorway. I started to explain when she shook her head and smiled at me then turned and headed back upstairs but not before lifting up the bottom of her nightshirt revealing her soaked pussy. This just got real complicated!

I stood in my makeshift shower located outside my bedroom cleaning off the funk and sex smell from the night before. The shower had a drain and of course the plumbing but as for walls it had a jimmy rigged curtain system that barely kept the water off the basement floor. I didn't hear her come down the stairs, or approach the shower but I sure as hell felt the cold ass breeze when the curtain opened and she slipped her naked body behind mine. She pressed her tits against my back as her hands moved around to grip my quickly hardening flesh.

"Aren't you worn out from last night?" I asked as she began to stroke the shaft.

Her reply was to spin me around and kiss me fiercely. Soon her tongue was invading my mouth and my hands were roaming over her body, cupping her tits and then her ass cheeks. The nimble little minx lifted one of her legs over my shoulder allowing me a proper angle to slide my cock into her drenched pussy which swallowed every last inch. I thrust into her slowly concerned I would knock her anchoring leg out from underneath her. Colleen was moaning into my mouth as I drove into her as deep and fast as I dared. It seemed like no time and her pussy was gripping me like a fucking vice as she came for the first time in the shower. Now she dropped her foot and pulled back and spun to face away from me before bending over and grabbing her ankles giving me easy access to either her pussy or ass. I rammed my cock back into her pussy concerned her ass might not be up to it after the pounding it had gotten the night before. The wet slapping sound was louder than I wanted since mom could be just upstairs fixing lunch. I slowed down the pace but picked up the force with which I rammed my cock into her. I could hear her soft moans as she also was trying to keep quiet. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm again as she squirmed beneath me as I took my pleasure from her. Once recovered she moved enough so that she could pull me out of her pussy and guide the head of my cock to her ass. I slid in with some effort but the dirty little slut had taken a toy and already stretched her ass out in preparation for this. I grabbed her hips and moaned to her that I was going to fill her ass again and she groaned in response. I thrust into her ass hard and fast not caring if mom heard or not at this point. Damn it was tighter than last night it seemed like. Colleen was rocking back now driving me as deep as possible with each thrust of our bodies. I began moaning uncontrollably as my cock swelled and she knew I was seconds away from coming. She was begging me to fill her ass with her strong backward motions and I knew I was hooked now. As I pulled back for the last time and rammed my cock home and felt my orgasm crash over me and the delicious spurting sensation of my cum painting her insides the shower curtains opened and there stood Carol all smiles... or was it? I glanced down and noticed for the first time the crescent shaped birthmark on my partners back and with great surprise realized that I had my cock buried in Carol's ass not Colleen's.


Evil Bitch Ch. 02



This is part two, again i wrote this one just for fun. I hope you enjoy Jon's continuing misadventures with the women in his life. 

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I slid in the passenger seat and buckled up like a responsible adult. Mom started up the car and buckled up her seat belt hugging her tits in an almost provocative way. I noticed that she was wearing a short denim skirt and wondered if that was for me or just for the male population in general. 

"Nice skirt mom," I commented.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I glad you like," she purred as she pulled out onto the street and headed straight for the DMV. "I take it you had fun last night."

"You could say that," I admitted.

"I bet she won't walk straight for a week," mom said proudly.

"Ummm that would be one way of putting it," I said. "So how long is this going to take at the DMV?"

"Oh not long I have a friend that works up here and she owes me a favor or two."

"Way to go mom working that social network!"

"It's the least I can do to get my son behind the wheel," she said licking her lips.

I would learn later exactly what she meant about that. Five minutes later we were parking and walking into the crowded confines of the Division for Motor Vehicles. But instead of taking a number and waiting in line we went straight to the back offices like we worked there. We got more than a few dirty looks. Mom knocked on a door with a frosted glass window that read 'Victoria Pratt-Senior Analyst'.

"Come in," replied a sharp crisp female voice.

I was thinking ex-military by the sounds of her voice. Mom opened the door and sitting behind a rather impressive desk was Victoria Pratt. I was unsure which was more impressive the desk, her title or the rack she was sporting behind the demure button up blouse.

"Victoria," mom called out and the woman rose and hugged her.

"Tess, how are you doing?" Victoria asked. "And who is this handsome young man?" she asked eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat.

"This is Jonathon," mom said as I offered Victoria my hand to shake.

"Little Jonathon," she cried as she pulled me into a tit mashing hug that left me hard and breathless.

"It's nice to meet you," I whispered in her ear.

"MMMMMMMMM it's nice to meet you," she said in a very measured way.

"Vicky be good he is my son after all," mom said mockingly.

"Being good is so boring Tess and you of all people should know that," Victoria said finally letting me go. "Remember senior year in college and that Sorority / Frat party or should I say orgy?"

"Mom is there something you want to share with me," I asked her intrigued.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," mom said with a wicked smile.

"Hehe yeah five guys at once that's handling it..." Victoria said with an evil glint in her eye.

"...Vicky, Jesus he is my son!" mom said sounding almost ashamed.

"Oh speaking of I checked and all is well with his driver's license, here's a new one for you I just pulled up your old photo, so are we still on for that party you are hosting?"

"You bet we are," mom said her eyes bright with excitement.

"Great no one throws a hostess party like your mom." Victoria admitted.

"Is this an Avon party or something?" I asked.

"Or something," mom and Victoria said together.

"You know I bet if Jon here helped host the party you could triple your orders," Victoria said.

"Oh I don't think Jonathon would be interested in a bunch of women sitting around and drinking and spending money." Mom said dismissingly.

"Well if you need help with beverages or whatever I don't mind helping," I said.

"See he doesn't mind," Victoria said her eyes bright with lust now.

"Well if you don't mind then sure what the hell."

"See you on Saturday then both of you," Victoria said returning to her seat.

"Thanks again for the help," I told her.

"You're welcome Jon."

I was sliding the new license into my wallet when mom handed me the keys to the car.

"You drive to the college and I'll observe you," she said as she headed for the passenger's side of the car.

"Sure," I was eager to get behind the wheel.

I adjusted the seat back a bit, then my mirrors and finally put on my seat belt. I started it up and carefully backed the car up and before long we were on the road and heading for the college.

"Sweetie?" mom asked.

"Yeah mom," I replied knowing that sound in her voice, she wanted something. "What do you want?"

"Oh what makes you think I want something?"

"The way you say 'sweetie' is how," I told her smiling.

"Baby..." she began.

"Mom what do you want?"

"Have any of the girls you dated given you road head?" she asked coyly.

"Where the hell did that come from... oh right... no mom no one has ever gone down on me while I was..."

Suddenly I realized that she had never buckled up because her head was in my lap and her fingers were eagerly working on freeing my cock from its confines.

"Jackpot," she moaned just before her lips wrapped around my semi-hard cock, correction iron hard cock. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."

"Damn mom when's the last time you sucked a guy off while driving?"

"It's been fucking forever," she managed after my cock 'popped' out of her throat.

"Are you going to make me cum," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM you bet I am," she purred.

"Are you going to swallow my cum," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM damn right I am," she growled.

"Just checking," I said just before my cock slid between her lips again. "Damn that feels amazing."

She was done talking and her entire world was ten inches of hard man flesh. Mom made love to my cock without ever using her hands. As her head bobbed up and down on me and her lips and tongue pleasured me I kept thinking I hope to god we don't get pulled over. It would have been 'oh hi officer yes that's my mom's lips wrapped around me while I was driving' conversation. I slid my free hand into her hair and made a fist and began pulling and pushing her head up and down now. She growled fiercely and those delicious vibrations shot through me like an electric current. 

"Damn woman you do know how to suck a cock," I moaned loud now.

Then we were stopping at an electric signal and a carful of girls stopped next to us and I could hear them talking.

"Holy shit is she sucking him off?"

"Damn that is so hot!"

"MMMMMMMMMM I want to do that!"

Then the light turned green and off we went the girls keeping up next to us and mom licked and sucked me with complete abandon now that she had an audience.

"They are watching you, you dirty little whore," I whispered for her ears only. "They want to be you sucking me off... what do you think about that? I bet you wish your pussy was wrapped around me instead of your lips don't you?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMM," mom moaned.

"Ehhhh you filthy skank you sucking off your own son in public," I growled as my cock started to swell down her throat. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM feel that I'm getting ready to cum you slut... you still gonna swallow for me?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned even louder now.

"Better get ready cause I ready to blow any second now..." I was sweating and panting and desperately trying to keep the car on the road. 

I pushed her head all the way down and held her there as I cried out loud enough for the girls in the car next to us as I came. Mom was better than her word she gulped down that load and dutifully licked me clean and even tucked me in when she was done. Mom sat up and buckled up and just smiled like the cat that ate the canary. The girls gave us a few honks before going on their way. 

"That was fucking intense," I told her.

"MMMMMMMMMMM damn I miss that," Mom admitted. "I guess I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that."

"No you don't." I told her feeling my cock swell just a bit thinking about it. "Well here we are the community college."

"Don't forget to zip up," mom said with a wry grin. "We wouldn't want you flashing the entire campus."

"I'm not sure how that falls under first impressions."

"Do you want me to stay or pick you up later?"

"Do you mind staying for the first part and then when I know how long I'll be you can come back?"

"Not at all sweetie I know you must be a little nervous."

"A little," I nodded.

I found a nice place to park, zipped up and off we went to find the building where the testing would be conducted. It wasn't long before I was filling out paperwork and getting ready to see how I placed in my overall education. The guy giving the exam was an older fellow about sixty or so with snow white hair and a pony tail that hit the middle of his back. He gave off that cool vibe all day long.

"Well Jonathon or do you prefer Jon?"

"Jon is fine," I said.

"Okay Jon, you're the only person I have scheduled for this hour. I will give you your test and you will have one hour to finish as many questions as you can. It covers basic English, math and logic so don't be nervous this is just so we know where to place you in your classes. Any questions?"

"Nope sounds pretty cut and dry." I said. "Mom do you want to wait here or go shopping for a little while?"

"I'll just sit here, by the time I got somewhere I'd just have to turn around and come back."

"Okay Jon follow me and we can get you started."

Mom and I followed him further down the hall and he opened a door and pointed at the wooden desk at the front of the class.

"Have a seat, that one's the most comfortable in the class and since you're the only one you can use my chair."

"Thanks," I told him.

"Good luck Jon," mom said grinning.

The minute the guy's back was turned to go and grab the test mom shot into the room and crawled under the desk and was waving me over. I sat and she was nestled between my legs and I knew she just couldn't resist round two with my cock and add a very public place to boot. The older gentleman stepped into the room and asked me if I was comfy and I nodded afraid to speak. He set the test down along with a pen and some scratch paper for the math portion and looked at his watch and with a thumbs up he left the room and closed the door. Mom had me free in no time and while I tried to take the test she was stroking me to fullness and licking and sucking on the head of my cock. 

'No stress,' I told myself as mom sucked me off and I tried to stay focused.

I spread my legs as far as I could so her head could bob up and down more easily and I worked on the test as the cock hungry slut gobbled up my dick inch by inch. I was finishing the English portion of the test and was ready to cum again but every time I got close she would stop and give me a reprieve. I knew that when I did blow it was going to be epic. I was working on the math portion when she began sucking on my balls slipping one into her mouth and then the other. My leg was bouncing up and down as I was ready to shoot put the evil woman pinched off the flow and kept sucking sending me into sensory overload and I hadn't cum yet. I was just about done with the logic portion the last part when she finally wrapped her hand around the shaft and was stroking and sucking for all she was worth and when I finally did cum I lay my head down on the desk and bit back a blood curdling scream as I actually felt her throat muscles working as she swallowed my second load. I looked over the entire test and moaned as she licked me clean, tucked me in and zipped me up. The old man returned and saw how beat red my face was and patted me on the shoulder.

"It's nothing to get so nervous over son it's just the entrance exam. You can test out of any classes you like."

He looked at my results and nodded and smiled.

"I can't be official about your results but it appears you did just fine," he said as he turned and left the room.

I stood up and let mom out and she did her version of 'ninja vanish' and appeared just as the old man returned with my official results.

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at how well you did Jon how about we get you signed up for your classes and get you and your mom out of here."

I was officially a student at the community college and we were heading out for lunch to celebrate. We got into the car and once the doors were closed I spun on her.

"Are you fucking crazy? What if he had seen you under that desk?"

"Relax Jon he didn't and apparently you do very well testing with a talented mouth wrapped around your cock."

"You are unbelievable," I said exasperated.

"I know I get that all the time."

"All the time... no... I don't want to know..." I said heading for the closest fast food place.

Mom bought lunch and after that we were off to the mall to go shopping. There was no particular store she had in mind and so we ended up spending most of the afternoon going from shop to shop and spending a lot of money. On the plus side she didn't drag me into one of the bathrooms to fuck and I got a new game system out of it and a few games to play. Mom drove home and I was again shocked and amazed that she didn't want me to drive home and suck me off... again. I carried in the majority of the bags and I believed that we were done... I couldn't have been more wrong. I went down to my room to install my new system and was on my hands and knees when she tapped me on the shoulder and I came face to face with a dripping wet pussy.

"My turn," mom said with an evil grin.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," I told her. "Now lay back."

I knelt between her legs and began lapping at her clit while I fingered her soaked slit. She was moaning and groaning louder and louder even as her hips kept lifting off the bed. I could've just whipped out my cock and fucked her but where as she likes to say is the fun in that. I got two of my fingers nice and slick and as I suckled her clit I eased them from her pussy into her ass. Then I slide the other two fingers of that hand into her pussy. I fingered both holes at once and it was her turn to bite back a scream.

"Take that and that you dirty little whore," I told her as I rammed my fingers home. "You want me to fuck you don't you?"

"Yes..."

"You want me to stick my long... thick... cock into you don't you?"

"Yesss..."

"You want to feel me fill you up... then hammer my hips into you until you beg to come don't you?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

"Beg for it..."

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM I don't feel it..."

"Please FUCK ME... RAM that long thick COCK of yours into my tight wet pussy..."

Even as she said pussy I yanked my fingers free and slammed into her as hard as I could.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed.

I pounded her pussy as hard and fast as I could and gave her a taste of the teasing and sensory overload she gave me. After coming twice it wasn't like I was going to come anytime soon. I reached between us and began teasing her clit and that sent her over the edge into her first climax but it wouldn't be her last. She thrust her hips upward impaling herself and ground against me until her orgasm was finished. Then I rolled her onto her hands and knees and started out nice and slow. 

"UNNNN UNNN UNNN UNNNN," mom was moaning as I thrust into her. "Feels so damn good."

I slapped her on the ass cheek and felt her pussy grip me like a vice as she nearly came again. I leaned over her and ground against her as I lowered my mouth to her back and slowly licked her from mid back to her neck and that did that trick. The queen of the multiple orgasm went off like fireworks and I hung on for dear life. Sweating and shivering she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

"MMMMMMMMMMM would you like to feel my tits around your cock?"

"Do you have to even ask," I said.

I eased out of her and she took charge by throwing me to the bed and straddling me. She wrapped her breasts around my iron hard dick and began thrusting them up and down her eyes locked on mine as she pleasured me yet again.

"Am I really a dirty little whore son," she asked as she flickers her tongue over the head of my cock.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yes..."

"Am I really a naughty skank," she asked as she tit fucked me faster now.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YES..."

"But I am your dirty... naughty... little... whore aren't I?" she said as she straddled me and sank her tight asshole onto my cock.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I cried out at the tightness now sliding up and down on me.

"MMMMMMMMMMM yes I am..." she purred.

She drove her hips up and down sending my cock deep into her ass each time she lifted up and dropped down. Despite coming twice already her snug anal cavity was driving me over the edge very fast indeed.

"OH GOD DAMN..." I hollered.

"Are you going to spray your come in my tight little asshole honey?"

"YESSSSSSSSSS," I said fighting coming with everything I had.

"Do you want to come for me lover bear," she said as she lifted up and pausing before ramming her hips down as hard as she could.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I cried out seconds away from loosing control.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM fill mommy's ass with come..." she said with one last downward thrust of her hips.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I screamed as I came.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she howled right along with me.

"Pant... wheeze... gasp..."

I fell asleep and mom went off and did whatever the hell it is moms do after sex. I slept like a baby and didn't wake up until it was time for dinner. It was Friday night and the twins were off to go see a movie and I decided to finish installing my new game system and kill some aliens for a few hours. A couple of hours turned into an eight hour nonstop marathon and I dropped off again in the wee hours with the game paused in mid battle. 

I awoke Saturday morning and shaved, showered and sat down to watch my morning cartoons. It was a small vice and it made my mother shake her head. Colleen and Carol brought me my breakfast dressed in their pj tops alone which barely managed to cover their ass cheeks. Each snuggled up on one side of me and stared at the TV and kept asking questions about what was going on. I gave up trying to explain the difference between a cartoon and anime. I knew why they had come but I was tired after the day before with mom's damn near insatiable desires.

"I have an idea; mom is having a party tonight why don't you two help me out by providing drinks and food for the ladies coming over."

"Do you know what kind of party this is," Carol asked.

"Mom is selling something or other," I told her.

"Sure we'll be there Jonathon," Colleen said. "And we'll dress for the occasion."

They left me to my TV watching and left in curiously good mood for being shut down. But I was too tired to care or wonder why.

I helped vacuum and pick up the house to make sure it was spotless for mom's customers and went with her to buy the alcohol and she even bought me a bartender's bible in case one or more of the ladies wanted a mixed drink. When we got back to the house we had an unexpected visitor Kenneth Turner my lawyer.

"Hey Ken what brings you to the house on a Saturday?" I asked as we carried in supplies.

"Jonathon I got some great news from the Attorney General about your lawsuit. Considering that we are going after the prosecutor and the police involved in your case they have decided to settle out of court. They are not admitting any wrong per se but the monetary settlement is quite generous." Kenneth said with an ear splitting grin.

"How much are we talking about?" I asked and he showed me the piece of paper he had written the amount upon after his phone calls. "Are you serious?"

"This is before my fees of course but you are looking at quite a bit of money Jonathon."

"When and where do I sign?" I asked eager to see my bank account go from zero to seven digits.

"I will have the papers drawn up and we can expect a turnaround by the end of next week. Is that soon enough for you?"




Evil Bitch Ch. 02



My mom and sisters were watching from the living room and when I picked him up and swung him around they knew it was great news. Kenneth shook my hand and we planned on my signing the papers on the upcoming Thursday. 

I walked in and informed them of the change in my affairs and there were whoops and hollers of joy. I sat down and pondered what I was going to do with my newfound wealth. I had to be smart about it and not go crazy about my spending. I already decided to put a majority in the bank to draw interest and live off of that if I could. Then I looked up and saw the sadness on my mom's and sisters' faces. They knew I would be moving out soon and things were going to change. I was almost twenty two and needed time by myself, my own space. I was torn between buying a house or having one built to spec. If I just bought a house I could be gone in a matter of a month or two. But if I built I would need a place to stay until it was finished. 

I stood up and did a cursory look around and saw that I needed to prep the kitchen for mom's party which seemed to have been forgotten.

"Hey we have a party to throw now frowns," I said and they got into the spirit and went to change.

So while I cooked and got the bar ready for our guests my mom showed up and my jaw literally dropped. She had showered, 'shaved' and looked stunning in her fishnet stockings, leather corset and long silk gloves. The twins wore matching aprons and they too had shaved for the occasion. It was at that moment I began to wonder what it was that mom was selling. But the doorbell rang I was off answering the door and seeing the busty Victoria in a navy blue dress of crushed velvet. The slit on the side ran all the way up to display the lack of underwear.

"Hello Jon," she purred.

"Hi Victoria you look amazing," I said as my eyes caressed her curvaceous form.

"You are too kind," she said as she slunk passed me.

"I am playing bartender can I get you a drink," I asked her.

She looked over her shoulder before answering.

"I'll take an appletini if you please."

Thank god for the bartender's bible! I decided to make a whole pitcher of them. Before long the ladies began to arrive in ones and twos and once the six ladies were assembled and the first pitcher was empty mom and my sisters stepped out and returned carrying three displays of sex toys. My eyes widened and now I understood it all. There were plenty of batteries for the toys and mom was the first to hold up a very healthy specimen of artificial male anatomy which she activated and the sound alone had the girls giggling. I was waved over and poured a fresh round for each and every lady. Mom handed over the toy to Victoria as I turned to return to the kitchen and heard a deep throat moan and I couldn't help but turn and watch as she tried the toy out. She was sitting with her legs spread wide and her dress hiked up revealing her glistening slit and the tip of the toy slid in easily and another moan sliced through the air. This was going to be a long night! 

"Oh god Tess this is won-der-ful!" she was groaning as another inch pierced her.

"Me next," cried out a curvy Asian woman in her forties who I later learned was Linda Makato.

Mom produced an odd looking device and it wasn't until she directed the eager dark eyed woman onto her hands and knees and lifted up her skirt and inserted the toy into her ass and pussy that it became clear. Then she handed off the remote to Colleen who began to run it like a pro. I suspected they had previous experience with the toys. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN I am buying this ONE..." Linda cried out. "Oh my fucking god... I could wear this anywhere."

It sold itself and mom was jotting down numbers even as a tall sultry redhead helped herself to one of the toys and held it up.

"What is this for," she asked and mom grinned and looked directly at me.

"What?" I said.

"Jon, be a dear and come over here for a minute or two..." mom requested.

"Oh hell," I moaned as I walked over not knowing exactly what I was in store for.

The redhead, one Karen Sutton, dropped to her knees and slowly undid my belt as the others watched intently. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them allowing them to fall to the floor around my ankles. My cock was so hard from watching Victoria and the little Asian gal that it almost hit the redhead in the face. My mom tossed Karen some lube which she applied to my swollen cock and then took the toy a rubbery looking thing that had what looked like pussy lips on one end and a tiny hole in the other end. The redhead took great pleasure by sliding the toy over my cock and I had to admit it was not unpleasant. Then she proceeded to jack me off with the toy. 

"How does that feel Jon," the redhead moaned.

"Feels nice," I admitted.

"As good as the real thing," she asked.

"No but it's not bad."

"Which would you rather have right now," she purred as she lifted up her night shirt she had worn to the party revealing a pussy dripping with need.

"Do I really have to answer that question?"

"No baby you don't."

I looked at my mom and she just smiled. Okay if that is how it's going to be then it will happen the way I want it to. I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes so I could step out of my pants. I reached down and slid my fingers into the redhead's hair and made a fist. Her eyes fluttered shut and a deep moan escaped her lips. I pulled her to her feet and she let go of the toy wrapped around my cock. I spun her around and bent her over.

"This is a sex toy party is it not?" I asked.

All the women smiled and nodded.

"Then let's see how good these things work shall we?"

I reached down and picked up a long thick dildo and held it up. Then I teased the redhead with the tip of it and when it was slick enough from her pussy juices I eased it slowly inside of her. Her moan/growl was loud.

"I think she likes it." I said before starting to fuck her with the toy.

"UNNN UNNNN UNNNNNNNNN," she was moaning while the ladies watched her.

I let go of her hair and removed the toy from my cock and let it fall to the floor. Then I walked the redhead to the couch and bent her over it and crooked a finger at my mom who smiled and took over pleasuring the redhead. Then I plucked a small anal plug from the toys and some lube and prepared it.

"Okay who's next?"

A curvaceous brunette, Audrey Fisher, stood up and walked over to me then turned around so I could unzip her and free her from the form fitting dress she was wearing. It pooled at her feet then she dutifully bent over and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

"You've done this sort of thing before," I told her.

"MMMMMMMMMAYBE..." she moaned as I eased the toy into her tight ass.

To take her mind off the toy I eased half my cock into her wet slit and began fucking her slowly.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she cried out in surprise. "Fuck my pussy Jon!"

I thrust into her pussy until I finally felt the toy was fully seated. Then I pulled out and sat on the couch and motioned for her to straddle me. She faced away and dropped that tight little pussy down until she was impaled and slowly rode me. The other ladies were stripping anticipating my attention and I was not going to disappoint them. 

I gestured to Colleen and when she was close enough I whispered in her ear and she looked at me as if slapped then I gave her that do it or else look. She smiled and walked over to her twin and passed on my message. Carol nodded and the two of them reached for the double headed dildo and each began to prep one end for use. Then they stripped off their outfits and got on their hands and knees their asses pointed at each other. Colleen eased one end of the dildo in her soaked pussy and then Carol followed suit with the other end hanging in the air. She backed up until the toy slid without resistance inside of her. Then the sensual rhythm began as they literally fucked themselves silly. My mother watched on and looked from me to them and licked her lips. Victoria watched the twins and was the first to comment.

"Damn girls that is fucking hot," she moaned. "Did Jon tell you to do that?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMM," they said in one voice.

"Jon you naughty boy you," Victoria purred. "How long have you wanted to fuck your sisters? I mean look how beautiful they are who could blame you? Maybe a more experienced woman could distract you from them?"

"Are you offering your ass in their place Vicki?" I said.

"Do you want to slide that fat cock of yours up my ass Jon?" she asked even as the brunette was moaning as her climax was getting closer and closer.

"His cock is getting thicker just thinking about anal sex Vicki," Audrey groaned out.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I love a thick cock," said the redhead. "Down my throat or up my ass, you can fuck me wherever you want Jon!"

"I like those tits of yours Red want to wrap them around my dick after she finishes coming?" I asked.

"UHHHHHHHHHH HUHHHHHHHH," she said grabbing the lube and drizzling it on and between her tits before rubbing it in.

I began to lift and drop the brunette now and her moans got louder and louder. Then with one last hard drop her body shuddered and she cried out for everyone to hear.

"Cominggggggggggggggggg!!!!"

"That's a good little slut not get up and give someone else a ride... come here Red I want to see my cum pasted all over your face and tits."

Karen dropped to her knees and crawled over her heavy tits swaying as she went.

"Be a good little whore and wrap them titties around my cock. Hey Vicki be a dear and get that ass of yours ready for a fat cock or someone else gets your turn."

As the redhead rubbed and massaged my dick with her tits Vicki found the longest and thickest dildo, lubed it up and began working it in and out of her tight little ass.

"See Jon see the toy in my ass!" Vicki said bending over and showing the entire room the toy rammed up her butt.

"Nice view Vicki," my mom said licking her lips and drinking another appletini.

I suspected that if she had anymore alcohol my mom was going to have her lips wrapped around my cock.

"Hey mom," I said patting the cushion next to me.

She eagerly plopped down next to me and I could smell the booze.

"When Vicki comes over here do you want to give her a 'hand' getting my cock up her ass?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM would I," she whispered.

"Look at those two fucking each other," I said pointing to the twins who were lost in their own little world. "I bet I could fuck either one of them and they wouldn't raise a single word of protest."

"I know I wouldn't," mom moaned softly.

"But you don't do anal mom," I said.

"The hell I don't!"

"Oh yeah five guys at once," I said and she nodded eagerly.

"So how did that feel," I asked her.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM wonderful," she said her fingers moving to her pussy.

"Are you listening Red? She took on five guys at one time. Could you do that?"

"If you were one of them I would," she said as she licked the head of my cock as it popped out from between her firm tits.

"So let me see how that worked mom," I said. "One in your pussy, one in your ass, one down your throat and you had two in hand?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM exactly... I was so full it was wonderful."

"What do you think Red... could you handle a cock in your pussy, your ass and one down your throat?"

"MMMMMMMM you bet I could."

"Your tits feel amazing and that tongue of yours is pretty talented too," I complimented her cause I have never fucked a redhead yet.

"Thanks Jon, I love the feel of your cock between my tits."

"Bet you'd like it better between your pussy lips."

"OH YES," she said eagerly.

The twins were making more and more noise and we all watched as they got closer and closer to coming. I took my cock in hand and aimed it Red's face and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. I watched the toy disappear inside their twin slits and remembered what they felt like wrapped around me. I started to pant and moan as my climax was getting close too. 

"UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK," I hollered and sprayed Audrey's tits and face with cum and my dear sisters were seconds behind me crying out together as they climaxed.

"Mom be a love and get me hard for Vicki," I whispered.

She reached over and wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly pumped it. I looked to my left and saw the cute Asian gal and without a word grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to my lap. She didn't need to be told she opened her mouth and began to lick and suck.

"That's a good little slut... suck my cock."

"Jon what should we do next," Carol and Colleen asked.

"Carol lay down on your back, yes like that, now roll onto your shoulders and point that pretty pussy of yours at the ceiling. Perfect. Colleen take that toy you were using and ease it into your sister's ass. Nice. Now Colleen I want you to straddle the toy and slide the other end up your ass. Okay now go at it you two."

"Oh my god... I've got a toy up my butt!" Carol said until her sister began to bounce up and down driving the toy in and out of her ass. "SOOOOOOOOO good... fuck me Colleen drive that toy up my ass!!!"

Even as my mom's hand stroked my shaft she leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"There are two ladies you've been ignoring son," she looked over at the love seat where a brown eyes brunette and a blue eyed woman with raven black hair sat half dressed and eager to be added to the party.

"I've been a horrible host," I said loud enough for everyone to hear.

I looked directly at the pair who were now leaning forward eager for my attention.

"Stand up you two and let me see what I have to work with," I directed and they stood and stripped down to bare skin and faced me.

The brunette had small but nice tits and a freshly trimmed pussy. The black haired woman had a real nice rack with large areole and a bald clam shaped pussy.

"Turn around and let me see the other side," I said with an intake of breath as Linda the Asian gal was deep throating me now.

What the brunette lacked in tits she more than made up with a shapely ass and the other gal had legs that went on for fucking ever.

"I wonder which of you two eats pussy better," I asked and the brunette raised her hand.

"Melissa you little slut you," my mom commented causing the younger gal to blush.

"Okay Melissa let's see you make..."

"...Monika," the blue eyed woman said with a definite European accent.

"...Monika scream like a little girl if you're okay with that my blue eyed beauty?"

"I love having my pussy made love to," she said with a lusty purr.

"Excellent, now Vicki get that tight little ass of yours over here before Linda makes me cum down her eager throat."

So while Vicki yanked the toy from her butt Melissa knelt between Monika's legs and began to lick and tease the older woman. Vicki made her way over and Linda reluctantly moved her head out of the way. The busty blonde turned to face away from me and lowered her ass down towards me. Mom still held my cock and aimed the tip towards the puckered ass hole that was slowly descending. When tip and anus touched Vicki stopped before continuing to ease my cock into her nether region.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSS baby it's going in..." she moaned like nobody's business.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM god damn that feels good," I told her.

"Wait until it's fully nestled inside of me lover," Vicki moaned.

Slowly but surely my cock sunk deeper and deeper until her ass cheeks settled onto my lap. I reached up and cupped her tits and another moan escaped her lips. I found her nipples and lightly pinched them as she began to ride me. 

"How does my ass feel stretched around your cock lover," she asked as she lifted up and dropped down impaling herself.

"Fucking Amazing!!!!"

If she kept that up I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to last before I blew. I still wanted a shot at the redhead but once I shot my next load I needed a rest before I consider anything else or anyone else. After a few of those drops she shifted to a slower pace and rode me in nice easy hip motions that teased and pleased at the same time. Linda, the cute Asian gal, decided to kneel between my legs and when Vicki lifted up she ran her tongue along the exposed length of my cock that was forcing me to fight coming all the sooner.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN goddamn girls you are driving me crazy..." I moaned.

"That's the point silly man," Linda said.

I closed my eyes and grit my teeth and it was my mom's voice that filtered through the pleasure and the urge to come. 

"Don't fight it baby," she purred. "These women realize you can't fuck all of them tonight so don't try so hard."

I nodded and slowly unclenched my teeth and then quit fighting the desire to climax. Three or four downward thrusts later I was spurting deep into Vicki who came seconds later and our combined voices echoed throughout the entire house. Panting and trying to catch my breath I slowly opened my eyes to see every woman there smiling at me and they all seemed quite pleased with how things had turned out.

"That was fucking amazing... damn that was intense..." and so on from each and every one of them.

Even the twins were cheerful about being directed by me to use a toy I am sure they were going to buy for themselves. Vicki was very reluctant to stand up and free me from her tight little ass but she did so after prompting from mom and the others. I rose and left them to take a quick shower and catch my breath. After a half hour or so I returned wearing a robe and a smile and I got a standing ovation from all the ladies, even my sisters. The party was a complete success! 

I returned to playing bartender and as the ladies left cabs were waiting for them courtesy of me. I promised to return their vehicles tomorrow morning and they all appeared quite happy with that arrangement. The twins retired early and mom and I cleaned up so that when dad came home there would be no evidence of what had transpired. Once the sex smell was cleaned from the furniture and carpet all was well and I could sit and have a beer or three.

"Damn that was fun," I admitted.

"I bet... so I have a favor to ask," mom said smiling.

"What's that?"

"I told the girls that you wouldn't mind delivering their toys when they arrived..."

"Consider it done, I still want to tap that redhead what's her name?"

"Her name is Karen and she is married but cock hungry so be careful with that one." Mom advised.

"Cock hungry is good," I said.

"Her husband is a retired marine," mom said.

"OH... careful and discreet I shall be."

"Good, I don't want anything happening to you over a piece of ass."

"So how were sales tonight?" I asked.

"Through the roof thanks to you," she said with a smile.

"So when's the next party?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask, Linda the Japanese gal who was sucking on your dick. She wants to throw a party for some of her friends in a month or two if you're up to it."

"Just not a huge crowd," I said.

"She wants you to co-host it and maybe play bartender."

"Sounds fun to me," I said.

"You going to bed soon Jon?"

"Yeah I'm whooped."

"Thanks for all the help," mom said with a kiss on the cheek.

"Anytime."

Thursday afternoon finally arrived and I met with my lawyer and he was quite excited after his final meeting with the judge and the attorney representing the prosecutor and the cops involved in my case. She had changed her finding in the case and actually raised the amount of the settlement that the state would pay out to nearly twenty five million. After lawyer fees and taxes I was going to receive a lump sum payment of close to eighteen million dollars! I was going to celebrate once the check cleared the bank and fly my entire family somewhere nice for a week. It's the least I could do. Then I was going to start deciding where I wanted to live. I could stay near the family or hell I could move anywhere I wanted! But I wasn't going to go ape shit I was going to make a plan to invest wisely and live smart.




Evil Bitch Ch. 02



As I drove home I decided not to mention the increase in the settlement and surprise them later. I got home and the house was empty but a note on the fridge told me mom and the girls were out at the store getting fixings for a celebratory meal. So I popped a beer and sat outside and enjoyed the nice weather. I must have drifted off because I felt a warm wet sensation and realized someone had taken it upon themselves to wake me with a blowjob. I opened my eyes expecting to see one or both of the twins or mom but it was Tina my next door neighbor whose head was bobbing up and down on me. With a 'pop' my cock came free of the suction...

"Your mom called me and said they were running late so I came over to tell you," she said before returning to sucking me off.

"UMMMM and the blowjob," I asked.

"She said you were celebrating something or other so I thought I congratulate you my own way." Tina said as she rose, turned around and lowered her skirt covered pussy onto my cock. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM just as good as the first time I felt you inside of me."

"And if Denise sees us fucking again?" I asked as I grabbed her by the hips and starting thrusting up and into her tight pussy.

"Again... she... UNNNN... saw us the first time... UNNNNN UNNNN UNNNN...?"

"Yes she did," I said slamming into her as hard as I could.

"UNNNNNN FUCKKKKKKKKKK," she moaned. "We'll just have to be... NNNNNNNNNNNN goddamn Jon...."

"Quiet and discreet," I said standing up and forcing her to bend over the railing of the back porch. "Maybe she'll join us and I can fuck both of you at the same time?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO..." Tina moaned as she came. "Not my little girl..."

"She ain't so little anymore remember," I said slamming harder and faster now.

"You fucked her too," Tina asked as I drove her towards her second climax.

I didn't bother answering seeing Denise in her window watching us. I waved her down and she nodded and disappeared from view. 

"Would you stop fucking me if your little girl came out," I moaned in her ear.

"What..." she was confused by the pleasure and the dilemma of being caught a second time.

"I said," easing out of her pussy leaving only the tip inside of her. "Would you stop fucking me if your little girl came out?"

"What..." she moaned.

Then I eased the length back into her and ground against her ass.

"Would you stop having sex if Denise came out and caught us?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN I don't know..." she moaned.

"Hey Jon... are you out here...?" Denise called out and Tina freaked out.

"Hide me..." she called out and dove under the table.

I zipped up and played along.

"Oh hey there you are," Denise said. "Have you seen my mom?"

"Nope," I told her eyeing the skimpy outfit she was wearing.

"Okay," Denise said with a coy smile. "I hear your mom had a sex toy party last weekend."

"Oh yeah she did real well," I told her.

"Does she have a catalog I could look at?" Denise asked.

"Yeah, but why does a sexy thing like you need a catalog for sex toys?"

"I get lonely and all that," she said licking her lips.

"Surely you have guys beating down the door to get at a fine body like that."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM you think I'm cute?"

"You are good enough to eat," I said looking her up and down.

"You mean you like eating pussy Jon?" she asked lifting up her skirt.

"MMMMMMMM I love to eat pussy Denise and by the looks of that soaked pussy of yours you must be awful lonely."

"Yeah, what I really need is nice hard cock deep inside of me," she purred.

"Well if we hurry we might be able to get in a quickie before my mom and sisters get home."

"OOH I'd love that, where do you want me?"

"Bend over that table there and I'll fuck you rotten," I pointed at the table where her mom was hiding.

"MMMMMMMMMM Okay but we have to be quiet my mom might hear us."

Denise bent over the table and I took my cock out and eased it into her slowly.

"Oh Jon that feels so good... fuck me baby... nice and hard..."

I thrust into her hard and fast just I was her mother earlier and wondered if mom would pop up or endure it all the way through. I leaned back and made eye contact with Tina as I fucked her daughter. Tina glared at me but said and did nothing to stop me.

"Did you like watching your mom and I fuck the other day," I asked Denise as I rammed my cock into her tight pussy.

"MMMMMMMM yeah that was so fucking hot," she admitted.

"Would you be up to a threeway with your mom?"

"Oh I don't know Jon... mom's so uptight about things. I bet she hasn't even done anal yet."

"Would you like to," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM you mean right now?"

"Yeah sure," I coaxed her.

"I don't know... my little asshole is sooooooooooo tight and we don't have a lot of time. Maybe tonight... I'll sneak out after mom's asleep and we can do it then."

"Sounds good to me... damn you have a tight little pussy..."

"Its cause your cock's so damn thick baby," she purred.

"You like a thick cock don't you?"

"Oh you know it... I love the way it stretches me out and fills me up."

I licked my index finger and eased it into Denise's ass and she moaned and giggled.

"Hey that finger in my ass tickles Jon..."

"Just seeing how tight your butt is."

"Oh trust me its tight enough for you."

"Have you ever done two guys at once," I asked as my cock began to swell inside of her.

"OOOOOH baby your cock is getting bigger inside of me... are you going to cum?"

"Yes soon..."

"Can you spray my face and tits? I love it when a guy does that."

"Sure why don't you sit on the edge of the table and I'll let you jack me off."

"MMMMMMMM sounds naughty."

I pulled out of Denise and she sat on the edge of the table and took me in hand and stroked me nice and slow.

"So what if I got a friend of mine and we fucked you at the same time?" I asked her.

"OOHHH that sounds like a lot of fun... I could have a cock in my ass and my pussy at the same time."

"Tonight?"

"Nah... I want you all to myself... can you take off my shirt for me so I don't get cum on it?"

I reached over and tugged her top off of her and she had her bra off in no time.

"If we had time I'd titty fuck you but you're about ready to pop aren't ya?"

"Yeah... MMMMMMMMM you got a gentle touch there Denise."

"Thanks, my mom taught me everything I know."

"Really everything.... Getting close kiddo..."

"Yeah jacking guys off... how to suck dick... how to deep throat... you name it she taught me."

"UNNN UNNNNN UNNNNNNNNN... almost there.... Almost... YEAHHHHHHHH!" I cried out as she pointed my cock and sprayed her tits and face with my cum.

"That was awesome!"

"You want a towel?"

"Nah I'll just go over and take a nice long shower. Well I gotta go if you see my mom tell her I was home all day. She'd be real pissed if she knew I was doing something like this."

"You got it kiddo, maybe we can take a shower together sometime."

"OOH I'd like that."

"See ya later."

"Bye Jon."

The minute Denise was gone Tina moved to kneel in front of me and took my cock in her mouth and began to suck and lick me like a woman possessed.

"So your daughter was never here and I never fucked her right?"

Tina just nodded as she got me hard again and bent over the table again. Without a word I slammed my cock back into her soaked sex. I pounded her pussy nice and fast not knowing how much time we had.

"Your pussy is almost as tight as your daughter's."

"Fucker..." she moaned at me.

"Yeah she sucks a mean cock too by the way... not quite as good as you though."

"NNNNNNNNNNN you are an evil man..."

"Evil... no when I fuck both of you at the same time is when I'm evil."

"You really plan on doing that?"

"Yeah cause you're going to help me."

"What makes you think that?"

I slid my cock out of her pussy and pressed the tip against her ass.

"Want me to stop?"

"NO... please don't stop I need to cum!"

"Even with my cock in your ass," I asked her.

"Yes... fuck my ass... make me cum please Jon!"

I pushed forward and she nudged backward and we met in the middle and damn was her ass tight. Soon I was pounding her ass nearly as fast as I was her pussy.

"How does that feel Tina?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM wonderful... it's been so damn long..."

"You gonna come for me?"

"YEAH..."

I grabbed her hips and thrust as hard into her as I could and she was biting her lip to keep from screaming. She was thrusting back against me now as hard as she could and her tight ass was going to milk another climax from me. But I wanted to make sure she came so I pulled her so that she was standing up and lifted her up so that I was fucking her standing up. The first time I let gravity drop her onto my cock she cried out loud enough to be heard halfway across the neighborhood. After a few more drops she was shaking in my grip and telling me she was coming. I kept fucking her even though she begged me to stop and when I finally shot deep into her ass she was unable to keep her feet when I lowered her to the ground. I pulled my cock from her butt and saw the flow of cum from her asshole even as Denise stood there watching us from the fence line.

"Oh there you are mom..."

"Oops," I said.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM hey honey I'll be over once I can stand." Tina managed.

"Take your time," Denise said grinning. "I'm not sure I could walk after being fucked like that."

Tina got to her feet and had her skirt pulled down just as my mom opened the back door.

"Oh hey Tina," mom said.

"Hey Tess well gotta run."

Mom watched her stagger over to her house and managed to keep from smiling until the back door closed.

"You are a wicked young man son of mine," my mother said.

"I take after you," I told her.

"Yes you do... did you fuck them both or just the mother?"

"Both," I said. "I'll tell you all about after a shower I'm a little funky."

"MMMMMMMMM need someone to wash your back?" she offered.

"And you call me wicked... go start me a shower wench..."

"MMMMMMMMMMM yes sir..." 



Evil Bitch Ch. 03



Here is part three of Jon's chronicle of lust, pleasure and the hardships of a loving family.
I hope you enjoy this installment. Please vote and comment and tell me what ya think.



Evil Bitch Chapter 3

Delivery Boy:

I drove up to the gated community and was greeted by an armed guard with a cheery disposition. 

"Can I help you young man," he asked.

"I have a delivery for Linda Makato."

"Ah okay she mentioned you'd be coming today. Hold on a sec and I'll open the gate."

He walked to the small outbuilding and soon the heavy wrought iron gate was swinging open. I waved as I drove through and found her home easily enough. I knocked on the door and expecting to see Linda was pleasantly surprised when a young Japanese girl answered and smiled and said something in Japanese and motioned for me to enter.

"Hello Jon," Linda greeted me from her living room wearing only a bathrope.

"Hi Linda I have your delivery," I said with a smile.

"I see you've met my niece Kiko," she purred. "Doesn't speak a word of English poor thing can I get you something?"

"I could sure go for a soda," I told her.

Linda barked out something in Japanese and poor Kiko went scurrying and brought me a cold bottle of soda.

"Thanks Kiko," I said and her eyes went wide and she bowed low before leaving.

"You really are a gentleman under that masterful exterior of yours Jon." Linda remarked probably remembering my fingers in her hair and my cock down her throat at the party.

"I try."

"I have a confession Jon," she began. "I am haunted by what happened at the party. Every time I think of your strong fingers in my hair and you pulling my head down... well I get fucking soaked."

"Like now," I say coolly.

"Yes... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM like now."

"Should we send poor Kiko upstairs or is she going to watch from the doorway?"

"Fuck her she is my sister's kid, let her watch for all I care." Linda said licking her lips.

I smile and set the box with the toys in it on a nearby chair. I look over at Kiko and motion for her to join me. She looks at her aunt who nods and only then does she move. Once she is near me I bend over and open the box revealing the assorted sex toys and Kiko's eyes widen and she blushes profusely. I reach in and take out the toy that Linda had slipped into her at the party.

"This thing runs off a remote control," I say and she licks her lips.

"Yes it does," Linda nodded seeing the bulged in my jeans grow.

I slowly slid my fingers into Kiko's hair while I maintained eye contact with her aunt and bent her over the arm of the chair. I hiked up her skirt and tugged down her damp underwear.

"It looks like you're not the only one who is soaked Linda," I tell her.

I take the toy and slowly insert both probes into Kiko's pussy and ass. I then let her stand up straight and adjust her skirt even as she kicks off her underwear. I lift up the second toy and motion for Linda to assume the position over the chair. She drops the towel as she walks over letting me see her well maintained body with her flat stomach and trimmed pussy. 

"Nice tits Linda I thought Japanese gals all had small boobs," I tell her as she bends over the arm of the chair.

"Not all," she moans as I ease the toy inside of her.

"How is that are we comfy?" I ask as I pick up the remote.

"Nice and snug," Linda says. 

I make sure there are batteries in the remote before I power it up. I give Linda a little swat on the ass before I activate the dual vibrator seated in her holes. 

"Let's see," I mutter as I turn on both toys with the remote. "We have strength," I say as I dial it up twenty percent and hear both of them moan. "Hmm we also have pulse," I tell them as I kick that up and the girls gasp loudly. "Ooh that sounds like a winner and lastly we have rhythm." I turn that up a few notches and see their eyes close as they move with the sensations coursing through their bodies. 

I move and sit on the couch and begin playing with the remote slowly increasing the settings and watching them try and stand but failing miserably. Kiko drops down onto her hands and knees and is rocking her body forward and back now as if she has a lover behind her. Linda is still bent over the arm of the chair and holding onto it for all she's worth. Bit by bit I increase the strength and pulse watching the pair dance like puppets on invisible strings. I could definitely enjoy the twins wearing these out in public for me. 

I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock and began stroking off watching them and it was Kiko whose eyes lit up and managed to crawl over and get her head in my lap. She licked her lips before lowering her mouth to my erection and began licking and sucking slowly and in time with the toys pulses inside of her. It appeared to me that poor Linda was in the midst of a mind blowing orgasm as Kiko's lips touched the base of my cock. I dialed down the strength put upped the pulse and rhythm and like magic Kiko's head moved up and down faster now matching motion for motion. Linda was know kneeling on the floor and taking one of the bottles of lube she had ordered and was oiling up her big 'ol titties with it. Soon her breasts had a nice slick sheen to them and she was crawling over her tits swaying as she came. Kiko on the other hand had her eyes closed and was deep throating me with complete and utter abandon lost in the vibrations that were pushing her and me towards one hell of a climax. Her head popped up and away as she howled her hand stroking the shaft fast and furious now. Linda was next to her by now and was rattling something off in Japanese I only caught one word, paizuri.

"What's paizuri," I asked as Kiko moved away and Linda knelt between my legs.

"This," she said as she wrapped her large tits around my cock and began to tit fuck me.

"Damn," I moaned as she rocked her body up and down while she pushed her breasts against me.

Kiko not wanting to be left out began undressing slowly unbuttoning her school girl blouse and revealing a healthy pair of tits trapped in a while lacy bra.

"Tell her to keep the shirt on," I told Linda who barked my demand to Kiko.

The younger gal smiled and nodded and did the magic bra trick and removed it without taking off her shirt. Then she shed the skirt slowly and kicked off the black Patten shoes but left on the knee socks... what a good little girl! Kiko said something in Japanese and I looked at Linda who smiled and translated.

"She asked if you like her tits," Linda said as she flickers her tongue over the head of my cock.

I nodded and Kiko grinned as she moved to sit next to me and tugged my face down and pressed her tits against my lips. I licked and sucked on one nipple before she offered me the other and we played that game while Aunt Linda pleasured me with her titties. I was panting now and Linda stopped the paizuri and started sucking me off now.

"You're getting close Jon," Linda moaned. "Where do you want to cum?"

"Why don't you swallow for me Linda so we don't mess up your fine carpet here," I moaned.

I felt her fist wrap around the shaft and her lips form a tight seal around the head as she prepared to finish me off. Her hand move up and down slowly but soon was stroking me faster and faster. I sat back and was moaning and panting louder and louder now and Kiko watched intently as I was second away from coming. Then when I couldn't fight it off any longer my hips thrust up and Linda was gobbling down ropes of thick cum as they shot down her throat. Kiko clapped and raced over and grabbed the box and set it down next to me as she kneeled on the floor. Apparently Kiko was ready for round two and when I looked down and saw Linda's expression so was she. I reach in and held up the double headed dildo. 

"An excellent purchase Makato-san," I say and then pick up the bottle of lube and prepare one end. "Assume the position," I tell her and she gets onto her hands in knees for me.

I move to a sitting position on the floor right by her ass and take out one toy and insert the other into her dripping slit. I am rewarded with a deep guttural groan and look over at Kiko who has already set her toy back in the box and is mirroring her aunt's position behind her. The young girl moves backward until the head of the dildo parts her pussy lips and she moves slowly now savoring the feeling. Soon both ends of the toy are properly inserted and with a dual swat on asses they begin to move their hips.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Yeah..." Linda moans.

"Excellent," I whisper.

"UNNN UNNN UNNNN," Kiko pants as the toy moves in and out of her.

"Okay you two let's see some teamwork." I bark and Linda and Kiko start pushing their asses towards one another working the toy in and out nicely. "How does that feel?"

"MMMMMMMMM wonderful," Linda croons.

"UNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNN," Kiko simply moans her eyes shut and pleasuring herself.

I kick off my shoes and loose my jeans and kneel in front of Linda my iron hard cock pointing at her mouth. She opens her mouth and I begin thrusting my hips forward slowly as she licks and sucks me. I grab either side of Linda's head and thrust a little deeper now watching Kiko fuck herself so eagerly and my grows harder in Linda's mouth thinking of fucking both women. I watch Kiko's firm round bottom and the toy sliding in and out of her soaked pussy and want that to be so bad I can taste it. I grab Linda's hair tighter and feel her moan around my cock as I thrust harder now feeling my cock slide in and out of her throat. When I can't take it any longer I ease my cock from Linda's mouth and bark my next order.

"It's fucking time," I say. "Take the toy out and lay on your back Linda."

When she was in position I grabbed Kiko and pulled her until she was lying on top of her aunt. Then I slid my cock into the older woman and starting slamming into her hard and fast.

"Oh oh oh..." she moaned over and over as Kiko lowered her lips to her aunt's hard nipples and began suckling. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN KIKO!"

And so it started I alternated fucking them for a few minutes at a time and damn but Asian women have some seriously tight pussies! I made sure that they each came at least once before I even considered one of my own. I may be a selfish dick but taking care of the ladies is just good business. When I knew I was close to coming I asked Linda who wanted to swallow my load and Kiko volunteered. So I had Kiko flip her position and place her head between her aunt's legs and instead of fucking two pussies when I pulled out of Linda I slid my cock between Kiko lips and she licked and sucked me for a bit. Then when I rammed my dick back into Linda Kiko would lap and suckle her aunt's sensitive clit. Ah family!

"I am so fucking close," I moaned.

"Fuck her throat Jon," Linda cried out to me.

I nodded and grabbed Kiko by the hair now and fucked her throat in nice long thrusts of my hips and she just closed her eyes and waited eagerly for my load. When my dick swelled in her throat her eyes snapped open and she licked and sucked eagerly now. Her small fist wrapped around the shaft and stroked me for all she was worth. 

'UNNNN UNNNN UNNNN," I was grunting now louder and louder until... "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I hollered as I came.

"Swallow KIKO..." Linda cried out.

When I could breathe again I pulled my cock from the young girl's mouth and sat back.

"Fuck me... that was intense..." I said to Linda.

"Tell me about it," Kiko said and my shock was evident.

"You can speak English?"

"Fluently... my Aunt likes to play this game with guys I meet for the first time. Usually it's just at the supermarket or something like that. But today... damn Jon you know how to show a girl a good time."

"Well I'll be damned. So Linda did I disappoint?" I asked her eyes still glassy from being ass fucked.

"No lover you did not," she purred. "When I can walk again I'll write your mom a check for the toys. Do I owe you a delivery charge?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Well there are other toys to try out," I said. "We should make sure they all work don't you think?"

"I love the way you think Jon," Kiko said wrapping her hand around my cock. "Linda can you lend me a hand or lips...?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM my pleasure," she said crawling over to kneel in front of me.

I took out my cell phone and called mom and told her it was going to take a little longer before I got home.

I walk around the hardware store and go from department to department asking the helpful experts about my pet project and they walk me through what I need and share more than a few hints and techniques. My dad has more than enough tools for the job he has just never gotten around to finishing what he started. The next few days progress slowly as I build an actual shower with walls and a nice compliment of multiple shower heads that spray from the roof, the sides and the front. When I am done it'll be nicer than the one upstairs. It will also be wired for video and sound so that the twins and I or if mom feels like it can share a nice hot shower with me. After three long days my little addition is done and I examine it carefully and find it is perfect for all my needs.

Thursday night and a few of my friends from high school are over and we are catching up having a few beers and killing aliens when Colleen and Carol arrive. They seem a little surprised to see the three other guys in my room but I wave them over and whisper in their ears.

"Why don't you two go take a shower together I have a surprise for you."

"MMMMMMMMMM okay Jon whatever you say." They purr.

The girls slink off to the shower but close the bedroom door behind them.

"Dude your sisters are smoking hot," Dave says a little tipsy.

"If I had twin sisters I'd be tapping that," Brian says slapping me on the back.

"Yeah no shit... sisters or not definitely tapping that ass." Greg agreed.

"You guys want to?" I ask.

"What?!" Brian says.

"I said do you guys want to fuck my sisters?"

"Oh hell yeah," Greg is all smiles.

"Count me in." Dave says.

"Me too," Brian adds.

"I built that shower out there with my own two hands. It's got a couple of surprises in it." I tell them.

"Like," Dave asks.

"Let me show you."

I stand and they eagerly follow me out into the next room. We can barely hear the twins giggling in the shower. I move to a panel in the wall of the shower and slide it to the side revealing a round opening right at waist level.

"Dude is that what I think it is?" Greg asks.

"Yep there are four of them." I say.

"Glory holes... brilliant!" Dave says unzipping his fly and sliding his cock into the hole.

The giggling stops and suddenly Dave starts moaning. I open the other three and soon they are all filled with hard cocks. In the shower Colleen is sucking on one cock and stroking another and Carol is following suit deep throating one luck guy and jacking off another. They alternate sucking and stroking and before long the twins are swallowing one load after another. The guys stripped and entered the shower while I watched from outside as the girls dropped to their knees and pleasured the guys face to face. It wasn't long before Dave had Carol bent over and was fucking her from behind while she sucked off Greg. Meanwhile Brian had Colleen up against the wall of the shower and was pounding her fiercely. Dave and Greg swapped places and the twins never looked happier. I was tempted to join in but feared what the guys might say. As I watched Carol had Greg on the floor of the shower and was lowering her ass onto his cock and once he was buried in her twat Dave eased back into her pussy and the awkward rhythm began but soon smoothed out once they developed an understanding.

Colleen was looking at her sister with obvious envy and it was that hungry gaze that broke my conviction. I stripped and stepped into the shower. Colleen motioned for me and I moved to stand in front of her. She bent over offering her ass to Brian by reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart while she wrapped her lips around my aching erection. Brian eased into her slowly as I fucked my sister's throat with nice long strokes of my hips. Colleen wanted to be filled in both her holes and deserved it as far as I was concerned. Once Brian had his dick all the way in her he gave me the thumbs up and I told him just what to do. He grabbed Colleen by the waist and lifted her up as I slid deep inside of her pussy and we began fucking her standing up. By the expression both their faces I knew that they were having a good time. Carol heard Colleen's loud moans and turned to see what was happening and her eyes widened and she pointed to her twin and the boys knew just what to do. Soon both girls were impaled and getting fucked hard and deep and I was thankful for the sound proofing I had worked into the shower. It wasn't long before the twins holes were oozing cum after multiple climaxes from the guys and their eagerness to swap partners over and over again. 

As I lay in my bed quite content on how my test run of the shower had gone I was thinking about the house I was going to build with my money from the lawsuit. It was going to be epic. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep wondering what new project I would work on tomorrow.

I woke up and heard the sound of running water and knew that someone was using my new shower but who? Half asleep I slipped into the next room and peered through the frosted glass door and saw the singular silhouette of my mother. I smiled and moved to one of the sliding panels and opened it and eased my cock inside.

"What the... oh my!" I heard her moan. "Looks tasty..."

Then I felt her lips around me as she began licking and sucking. Soon her head was moving forward and back as my cock slid down her eager throat. It wasn't long before mom felt me swell inside of her mouth and she wrapped her fist around the shaft and was stroking for all she was worth as her lips wrapped around the tip. I bit back a cry not knowing if dad was upstairs or not. Hot cum pulsed down her greedy throat as she swallowed every drop and continued to stroke and lick until I was empty. I pulled my cock free and closed the panel and walked around to find the door open and mom yanked me into the shower half dressed and was kissing me fiercely as she tugged my soaked t-shirt off of me. 

"You are a naughty boy," she said as she molded her body to mine her tits pressing hard against my chest.

"Yeah but you sucked me off anyhow."

"MMMMMMMMMMMM true that was delicious. How sturdy are the walls baby?"

"Very," I said and smiling she moved away and turned to face the wall.

Then she stuck her ass out and wiggled it for me.

"Be a dear and slide you cock into this hole." She purred.

I knelt behind her and began licking and teasing her pussy and she bit back a cry until I told her about the sound proofing. Then she was all moans and cries of bliss. When her pussy was absolutely soaked I stood up and slid my cock all the way into her with one smooth motion.

"How's that mom?" I asked grinding against her.

"Perfect, now be a dear and fuck me nice and hard."

I grabbed her by the hips and began hammering away fucking her as hard as I could. It was just this side of brutal and she loved every pussy pounding moment of it. The wet slapping sound was obscene and just added to the moment. I felt her body stiffen and then she was shaking as her climax snuck up on her. With an especially strong thrust of my hips mom came and screamed like the devil herself. When she had barely recovered we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Jon," it was my dad.

Mom hid in the corner as I opened the shower door enough to stick my head out.

"Yeah dad?"

"Have you seen your mom?"

"UMMMM not since I got up."





Evil Bitch Ch. 03



"Okay well if you see her tell her I have to go into work early but we are still on for that movie tonight."

"I'll tell her."

"By the way nice work you did down here."

"Thanks dad... I appreciate the compliment."

"See you later."

I closed the door and looked in the corner and there was mom sitting on the floor laughing her ass off.

"Very fucking funny we almost got caught," I told her.

"Almost," she purred and I could see the rekindled lust in her eyes.

"Get over here you dirty tramp you," I tell her and she crawls over on her hands and knees. "You've been a naughty girl."

"Punish me then... with your cock."

"Stand up and face the wall you son fucking cock sucking slut."

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I love it when you talk dirty."

She assumes the position and I take my cock and slide it back into her pussy while I finger her asshole.

"Are you going to punish my ass mister?" mom asks coyly.

"Yes I am," I growl in her ear as I thrust into her pussy.

"MMMMMMMMMM good I have been awful naughty," she says in her girlie voice. "Naughty something bad..."

"Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart for me whore."

"Yes sir... like this?" she says as she pulls them as far apart as she can.

"Perfect... now here comes the big old mean cock..." I say as I push my cock into her as in one long slow motion.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN oh fuck baby..." she whimpers. "...filling my ass so much!"

"Just like the guys did last night with the twins."

"WHAT?" she says her eyes wider now.

"My friends came over and the four of us fucked the twins simply rotten."

"Jon..." she whimpered.

"They are coming back over Friday night... we are going to see if YOU can really handle that many cocks."

"OH baby I love you..." she says thrusting her ass back and impaling herself. "Let me fuck you with my ass lover."

Mom shoves her hips into me as hard and fast as she can driving my cock deep and hard into her puckered asshole.

"Oh god that feels so fucking good," I moan in her ear.

"MMMMMMMMM that's the point baby to make you love my ass or pussy wrapped around you," she groans.

She sets a sensational rhythm as she fucks me. I cup her tits and tease her nipples as she pleasures me with her ass. It doesn't take terribly long for her tighter hole to push me to the edge.

"I can feel your cock swelling, stretching my ass lover... I want you to cum on my face."

I pull back and she drops to her knees and wraps her tits around me and starts making love to my cock with them now. 

"MMMMMMMMMMM so soft I love your tits mom."

"I'm glad, now be a good boy and spray your cum all over mommies tits and face."

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN okay..." I say through gritted teeth and I nod when I am seconds away so she can jack me off and point my cock at her face. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." I scream as I cum.

When I open my eyes there is my mom sitting on the shower floor covered from tits to the top of her head in cum. She licks her lips and then massages it into her skin. 

I woke up Wendsday and performed the morning ritual and finally dressed I ate a light breakfast and waited for my mom to return from dropping the twins off at school. Mom got back halfway through an episode of Mech Dawn a new Japanese anime that was debuting on cable. 

"Giant robots," she said from behind the chair I was sitting in.

"Mechs not robots," I corrected her.

"What's the difference," she asked as she plopped down in my lap across the arms of the chair.

"You can't ride inside of a robot," I said as I lifted up her skirt and saw her freshly shaved sex. "What no underwear how slutty of you."

"Thanks, so what are your plans for the day?" she asked placing my hand on her left breast.

"I was thinking about car shopping," I told her giving her tit a firm but gentle squeeze.

"MMMMMMMMM something practical or impractical?" she moaned as she slid a finger between her pussy lips.

"Perhaps a bit of both," I said as she slid a finger with her juices between my lips.

"When do you want to go," she asked raising an eyebrow in her provocative way.

"The sooner I pick one out the sooner you get to suck me off in it," I say grinning.

"OOH I do love the way your mind works," she purred.

"Well then grab your purse woman and let's go shopping!"

We hit the stretch of road and I reminded myself I wouldn't be stupid about my spending habits. Test drive after test drive and still the 'one' eluded me. That was until we stopped for a bite to eat and when I sat across from mom I looked passed her and it. My eyes lit up and I actually raced out of the fast food restaurant and across the street. The for sale sign sat on the hood of a 1967 Pontiac GTO and yes it had seen better days but this was the 'one'.

"Geez kid you almost got yourself killed coming over here," said the old gnarly voice behind me.

"Yeah but it would have been worth it," I told him.

"I like your attitude kid," he said as he leaned in and popped the hood of the car. "Take a look, I won't lie she's been through hell and back. She still runs but needs a lot of work to restore her."

I lifted up the hood and peered beneath and he wasn't lying she had seen a lot. The body was in decent shape and all in all she was intact and that was saying quite a bit.

"How much are you asking for her," I ask.

My mom had arrived with a bag lunch now and sodas in hand and nodded her approval.

"I was wanting six for her," he said meeting my gaze.

"Cash or check," I replied.

"Cash kiddo," he said with a smile.

Mom tossed her keys and winked.

"I'll stay here while you go to the ATM," she said shaking her head. "Boys and their toys... you just made my son a very happy young man."

"Son," the old man said eyeing my mom up and down. "No way he's your kid you're too damn fine for that."

"MMMMMMMMM you think so?" she purred and I was wondering how much she could 'talk' him down by the time I got back.

Six grand later and he was signing the title over to me and I was driving it home. The guys were coming over Friday night and I was eager for Brian to take a look at her before I sprung the big surprise on them. 

Thursday I took my car out for the time and knew it was time for a little secret shopping for mom for tomorrow night. I had managed to sneak into her room and get all her measurements while she was fixing dinner. Though she and the twins were disappointed when I put off christening the car; I wanted to wait until she was fully restored for that. Of course I might not make it that long. Plus waiting makes the pussy all the wetter in the long run.

I walked into the boutique on a mission. I was quite eager to see mom stuffed with cocks but the guys couldn't know who was getting the benefit of their lust; it would destroy friendships and the family. The cute young gal behind the counter gave me a smile as I began to look around.

"If you need any help," she said with a wink.

I was looking at the leather corsets when she walked up.

"Lucky girl," she purred in my ear. "Do you have her measurements?"

"38D," I whispered in her ear.

"MMMMMMMM that is a nice size," she moaned back.

"I want something comfortable for her but still," I left the rest unsaid.

"Oh I understand what's your price range," she asked.

"It's more about look and comfort," I said.

"This one is six hundred but fits like a glove," she told me and saw I didn't bat an eyelash at the price. "Or we have some more pricey things in the back."

"Let's go to the back," I said.

"Stacy cover the counter I'm taking him to the back," she winked.

"Try not to break that one like you did the last guy," Stacy told her with a smile.

"How did you manage to break the last guy," I asked.

"I modeled some merchandise for him and his heart gave out," she purred.

Once beyond the heavy black curtains it was an entirely different store. There was clothing, toys and accessories of a whole different caliber back here. Erika was showing me leather clothing that started at close to a grand and went up from there. She was more than a little eager to show it off for me. I pointed to one that had studs on it and asked if it had a matching collar. Before I knew it Erika was sporting the corset and collar and sitting in my lap asking how it felt beneath my fingers. The mix of scents was intoxicating, leather, perfume and her musk were driving me crazy. 

"I like that look so far but what about the bottom... any suggestions?" I asked as she stripped out of her jeans and underwear and slipped on some stockings, garter belt and held up silk panties.

"Panties... yes or no?"

"Turn around," I said and Erika grinned and turned to face away from me and bent over mooning me and showing her wet slit all in one glorious move. "I think without."

"MMMMMMMMMMM good choice sir," she moaned.

"I need one more thing," I told her as she once more sat in my lap rubbing her naked ass against my crotch.

"What's that sir," she asked dreamily.

"We are going to a party and I need a mask perhaps even a ball gag?"

"I know just the thing," she said getting up and moving to the far wall and slipped on a leather half mask and took a ball gag from the toy aisle. "How's this?"

"Perfect," I told her as she turned to ring up my purchase.

I walked up behind her and slid my arms around her waist.

"MMMMMMM will that be..." she began as I slid my cock slowly into her from behind. "UNNNNNNNNNN cash or..." my hips began to move slowly. "...or charge... oh my god..."

I unwrapped the ball gag and slid it into her mouth and secured it. Then I grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting into her harder now. 

"MMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM," came her muffled cries.

I pulled back and slammed hard into her and her head came up and her body shook as she came. Then I bent her over the counter and thrust hard and fast into her watching the curtain for any sign of movement. 

"I hope your coworker doesn't come in and find us fucking," I whispered in her ear as I hammered her tight little pussy. "I just want to say I thought customer service was dead but you've have definitely changed my mind on that point."

Our bodies met with a rhythmic slapping sound and her grunts and moans blended nicely to it. I thrust harder into her now and she came once more before my cock was swelling inside of her.

"I am gonna cum Erika," I told her. "Where do you want it?"

She tore off the ball gag and told me.

"Let me swallow it lover," she begged.

"On your knees then," I said as I pulled out of her.

Down she went and there I stood as her coworker Stacey stepped in and looked around.

"Oh she's gift wrapping right now," I said and Stacey just nodded and left. "...with her lips."

I looked down and Erika's eyes were wide with lust as she stroked my cock and licked and sucked like a starving woman. 

"Almost there..." I moaned softly. "Almost... UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I cried out as I came shooting down her throat and I could see her throat muscles work as she swallowed greedily.

She stroked me until she had milked every last drop before she let go and tucked me in and zipped me up.

"How was that sir," she asked as she wiped the sides of her mouth.

"Amazing," I said as she got to her feet.

"If you pick out a matching outfit I'll buy it for you," I told her.

"Ooh can I cum to your party," she asked.

"I was thinking of something a bit more intimate Erika," I moaned in her ear.

"MMMMMM I like intimate," she said molding her body to mine.

"Good, I'll leave you my number and we can see how Saturday night works for you."

"Perfect," she said and we finished our little transaction.

A quick stop off at the shoe store for some stiletto heels and the pet store for a leash and my task was done. I realized that the twins were going to need some wardrobe additions as well but that was another day.

Friday began as any other day with dad going off to work and the twins to school and after a rather nice breakfast I headed off to the main branch of the library leaving mom at home alone to stew in her own juices, literally. When I left her nipples were so damn hard I could see them through a bra and her top, you get the point. 

At the library I wanted to do research of home building because I decided I want to have a place to call my own with certain personal touches. Soon I had a stack of books regarding building codes and architectural manuals on the basic how to just to familiarize myself. I was alone in the room I was reading in when my stomach rumbled loud enough for it to be heard in the silent environment of the library when I heard a giggle. I looked up and there on the far side of the room was a young lady who epitomized the glasses wearing, demure natured librarian. She looked at me as she returned the book she had in her hand to the shelf. Another rumble from my stomach and she giggled again as she pushed the cart stacked with books along the aisle.

"I think you need to get something to eat you've been here for hours," she said as she went along her way.

"You've been watching me," I asked.

Suddenly her cart crashed into a table and her color went straight to scarlet.

"What I meant was..." she fumbled with her words.

"How about some lunch," I asked her.

"What," she said looking up and pushing her glasses up onto her nose.

"How about I buy you some lunch that is before I pass out from hunger," I said with a smile.

"I'd like that," she smiled back.

As we headed out a stern looking elderly lady saw us and motioned for the young lady to come over and she sheepishly walked over shoulders slumped and stood before her obvious superior. Suddenly she stood up hugged the lady and literally bounced her way over to me.

"She gave me the rest of the day off with pay," the girl said.

"Well that was nice of her," I said. "Mind me asking why?"

"She said and I quote, Elizabeth, that's my name by the way Elizabeth, Elizabeth Colton, she said Elizabeth that is a very handsome young man you should get out from these four walls and spend some time with him. Now get out of here and I will see you on Monday."

"A pleasure to meet you Elizabeth Colton," I said. "My name is Jon."

"Nice to meet you Jon," she said taking my hand and blushing furiously again.

"So what are you hungry for," I asked.

"I have no idea; I usually bring my lunch..."

"When is the last time you ate out?"

"Um..." she said.

"That long eh," I said and she laughed again, I liked her laugh a lot. "Think about the basic food groups and tell me what you have a hankering for. Steak. Sea Food. Pasta. Or Pizza?"

"Pizza... I haven't had pizza in like forever!" her face lit up and it was settled.

"I know just the place," I told her. "Well your chariot awaits," I said pointing to the GTO.

"OH MY GOD... that's a 1967 Pontiac GTO..." then she proceeded to quote chapter and verse on every statistic known to man and woman.

I opened the passenger door for her and then stopped.

"You wanna drive her," I asked.

"WHAT! REALLY! That would be amazing!" she said her eyes lighting up.

I handed her the keys and slid into the passenger seat. Elizabeth got behind the wheel and the moment she fired up and gunned the engine I saw beneath the coy exterior to the woman beneath. She never took it over sixty miles per hour but hell we were still on the street for Christ's sake. Thankfully law enforcement was busy elsewhere and we arrived at Ambigetti's Pizza Parlor in one piece and unmolested. The cook working tonight just happened to be one Charlie 'Shadow' Diamante and needless to say we never dropped a dime the entire afternoon.

Beth however never quite let her hair down and I was running out of time and she could sense it.

"Something wrong," she asked at one point.

"Yeah, I sort of made plans with my mom tonight and..." I never had to finish.

"That is so sweet," Beth said with a genuine smile. "Here's my number and give me a call sometime."

"Can I at least give you a lift home," I asked.

"No, cause if you did you'd never make it home to mom," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Besides I live like two blocks from here. Night Shadow... Night Jon."

"Wait," I spun on my friend. "You know her?"

"Intimately," he said and just turned and left without another word.

I arrived home just as the twins were dragging dad out the door for the movies.

"But you promised," Carol said tugging at his right arm.

"You need to get out of the house dad," Colleen ordered dragging him out by his left.

"Night guys," I say as I slip by them.

"Night Jon," the trio says as dad surrenders and under his own power walks to the car.

"Jon you're home..." Mom says a little breathless.

"Hit the shower and I will lay out your clothes for the evening." I order her and she nods.

I retrieve the box with her costume in it as I thought of it and laid it out precisely on her bed. Then I stripped down and joined her in the shower and helped her get ready. I lathered up her body with my hands and some body wash and felt her shiver and shudder as I teased her.

"There are rules for tonight," I whispered in her ear as I slid my hard cock beneath her soaked sex. "No talking, you can moan all you want but not a single word. If you want something you must whisper it in my ear and my ear alone. There will be four young eager horny men meeting us at the club. You said you could take on five guys let's see if you can. Also the mask never comes off no one gets to know who you are it would be complicated and bad for everyone in general. It's a half mask so you can suck cock all night long. Any questions?"

"No baby," she purred. "You are so hard can I suck you off before we go?"

"Yeah but oral only... for now," I tell her as she drops to her knees looks up as I slide my iron hard cock between her lips. "Now be a good slut and make me cum we don't have all night."

The combination of her talented mouth, lips and tongue and my eagerness to shoot down her throat it didn't take her long to get me off. I love watching a woman swallow my cum. I had her dried off and I dressed her as she blow dried her hair. The crotchless panties went on first, followed by the stockings and garter. Once her hair was dry we laced her up into the corset and then I let her do her makeup. The collar and mask were next followed at last by the six inch stiletto heels. The ball gag could wait until we reached the club's parking lot. When all was said and done if I didn't know it was her I would have never known.

"How do I look," she moaned.

"Amazing," I told her honestly.

"Good I want to impress you tonight."

"Oh you will, you will," I told her.

We got into the car from the garage so the neighbor's wouldn't see and soon we were off to Nick's Cabaret, a high end gentleman's club downtown. Mask and gag in place I pulled up to the valet parking and they opened the door for her and every eye was on her. I walked around and attached the leash to her collar and led her inside. What a fucking entrance! The place was pretty crowded when we arrived and the manager himself Nick kissed my mom's hand and directed us to the VIP seats where my friends were already waiting. Jaws dropped and eyes widened when they saw who I was leading around and Kevin almost fell getting up and offering mom his seat. I sat down next to her and ordered a round of beers for everyone. I reached up and removed her gag and she pursed her painted lips and let out a long low moan.

"Gentlemen our entertainment for the night, Monika," I said introducing her.

The guys were all eager to meet her but she just smiled and nodded to each of them in turn.

"Monika doesn't talk but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to use her mouth," I told them. "She wants to see if she can take on all five of us tonight and survive."




Evil Bitch Ch. 03



"Yeah..." the guys cheered.

"There are rules gentlemen," I continued. "Her mask doesn't come off for any reason, she doesn't speak so don't try and get her to do anything but moan or scream. Besides that it's a no holes barred tonight."

"Sweet," Kevin said drooling over her.

"I've never fucked a lady up the ass before," Brian admitted.

"Trust me Brian she's no lady," I added.

"Looks like one to me," Mike moaned.

The first of our drinks arrived and that is how we started our evening. The strippers came out and teased and pleased the audience with their erotic goings on. The guys took turns sitting next to my mom and fingering her pussy, kissing her or letting her rub on them through their pants. A few hours later Nick came up to me and nodded and smiling I addressed the group.

"Gentlemen and whore our room is ready," I said standing up and attaching the leash once more.

Mom rose to her feet and strode behind me like the well fed sacrificial lamb. The guys followed and Nick opened the door and inside was a spacious play room with booze, plasma screen with all the porn we could want and nice comfortable furniture to fuck on. I poured a round of tequila shots and after two or three each we were very ready for the show to begin. Monika moved to the center of the room and began dancing to the music drifting in from the main part of the club. The guys watched intently as I sat off to one side and enjoyed the show. She tugged her panties down over her round bottom and rotated showing them her wet slit and the toy she had slipped up into her ass. She was ready for all of her holes to be fucked. Then she bent over and grabbed her ankles while she tugged her panties ever downward until they were around her feet. Then she stood up and looked over at me and I nodded. I moved behind her and unlaced her corset so she could show the guys her large firm titties. Once it was loose enough I stepped back and she teased them a bit more before lowering the leather down and away from her breasts. 

"Damn..."

"Nice..."

She licked her lips and gestured for the guys to free their cocks.

"Whip 'em out guys she's ready to blow," I said.

Four eager hard cocks awaited my mom as she got onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the couch where the guys sat. She lowered her mouth to Brian's and deep throated him as she jacked off Kevin and Mike. Terry the fourth guy and the most shy of the group watched and waited. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear.

"Really," he asked and I nodded. "Okay Jon if you say so."

Terry stood up and moved to kneel behind my mom and eased his cock into her pussy.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she grunted around Brian's cock.

"Go Terry... fuck 'er good!" Mike encouraged him.

"Yeah give it to her hard and fast," Brian moaned as she moved her mouth to Kevin and her hand wrapped around him and began stroking.

Terry grabbed her by the hips and hammered her hard, deep and fast. I watched and knew mom was loving every second of this.

"Just don't come inside of her Terry," I told him. "She's got lots of attention to receive tonight."

"Ok Jon," he said through gritted teeth. "She's squeezing me man... her pussy is squeezing me... UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

I could see Terry turning bright red but he managed to yank his cock free before shooting inside of her and sprayed the floor beneath her. Clean up on aisle five. Terry plopped down on the couch and Brian stood up and took Terry's place. Brian knew what the hell he was doing and was slamming into her like a fucking freight train. Monika lifted her head up and screamed as she came for the first time. Wait until you have two cocks in you mom then you'll be screaming. As if reading my mind Mike looked over at me and I gave him the nod.

"Time for Monika to take some cock up the ass," I said. "Mike have a seat and Monika take that toy out of your butt and wrap that tight little hole around Mike facing away from him. Yeah that's right just like that. Okay Brian get back in there. Kevil why don't you stand on the couch so she can suck you off and Terry sit down next to her and she can jack you off. Perfect everybody comfy... good. Remember no coming inside of her... yet."

The door opened and one of the dancers walked in and saw the show and stopped in her tracks and smiled sheepishly.

"Damn..." she moaned.

"Can I help you," I asked the girl.

"I think she's got it for now," I said and the girl smiled and nodded.

"Sure looks like it," she moaned a little louder.

"You ever..." I asked but she just shook her head. "Want to?"

"MMMMMMMMaybe later..." she offered.

"Excellent," I said as she turned to leave. "How's that pussy Brian?"

"She's squeezing me too Jon... damn that's hot."

"Mike how's that asshole feel wrapped around you," I ask.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM fucking tight man!" he groans.

"Kevin...?"

"The dirty little whore is taking every inch I got," he grunts as he fucks my mom's throat.

"Terry... oh she's got you hard already... damn."

"When are you joining in Jon," Terry asked.

"Oh once we move to the floor I'll find a hole I like." 

Brian yanks his cock out and shoots all over the tiled floor and sits down hard on the couch. Kevin moves from her mouth to her pussy and starts fucking away. Soon Monika is moaning and shaking as her second orgasm hits her.

"That's two for you Monika," I say with an evil smile.

"Gonna... cum..." Terry moans softly.

Mike and Monika move up and off of him as she catches his cock in her mouth just in time to swallow. Good for you mom! 

"Okay let's move to the floor, Mike you want her ass?"

"SURE," he says eagerly.

I find a clean spot and lay down as she unzips me and lowers her soaked pussy around me. Then Mike slides into her ass from behind and Terry moves to her mouth and the rhythm begins. Mike's thrusting drives her up and down which allows her pussy to massage me and her mouth to move up and down on Terry. Kevin and Brian move close enough for her to grab their cocks and there it is mom's dream come true, five guys at once! I will never be little multitasking ever. She is able to squeeze her pussy around me, lick and suck on Terry and stroke two cocks at once... now that's talent. Mike pulls out and Terry takes his place and the once shy guy is now a fucking machine. He is slamming into her ass like a fiend and her moans get louder and louder as I feel him with only the thin membrane between us and damn but he is hungry to feel an ass wrapped around him. 

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN so fucking tight," Terry moans.

"Next load goes on her ass or back Terry," I say through gritted teeth.

"Okay Jon," he says through pants.

"Bukkake," Kevin asks.

"You got it in one," I reply. "Just not her head or face."

I feel his cock swell and so does mom as she moans louder still as he yanks it free and covers her ass with cum. 

"You know what to do Monika," I tell her and she nods.

Monika moves up and straddles my cock with her ass reverse cowgirl style and lays down so I can fuck her while the guys paint her skin with load after load of cum. Some take turns fucking her throat while others simple take their cocks in hand and aim at her tits or belly. Soon the volleys begin and one after the other more and more of her skin is caked with thick layers of white. 

"Drop down," I moan in her ear and she lifts all the way up and rams her body down onto me as I shoot deep inside her ass.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she screams wordlessly as her final orgasm hits her.

Nick steps in to check on us and sees her and smiles. The guys are pouring shots and we lay together both panting and she whispers in my ear.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too mom."

"UM Jon I believe your toy needs to clean up she can use the dancer's shower that way," he says pointing to a rear door.

"Thank the man nicely Monika," I tell her.

"Yes Sir," she says lifting off of me and cum drips from her ass. 

"Can you 'show' her the way Nick," I wink.

"I'd be happy to," he said leading the way.

The rear door barely closed when Brian chimed in.

"She's gonna fuck Nick isn't she?"

"Yeah," I tell him accepting a shot of tequila. "So...?"

"Jon you fucking RULE," Terry shouted.

"That was the most intense thing I have ever done," Kevin added. "Next to doing your sisters; twins trump this but only just."

"UNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN," came the soft echo from the showers.

"Go Nick," I said softly.

"I heard he's hung like a silverback gorilla," Terry said.

"Sounds like he's hung like a freaking elephant," Mike added.

Half an hour later wrapped in a towel and definitely walking funny Monika reappeared. Amazingly her mask was still in place. I helped her get dressed and she was still quivering.

"That good," I whispered.

"UH HUH," she moaned in my ear.

"Awesome," I said tightening up her corset. "Can you drive home I've had a few?"

"Sure thing," she whispered.

At precisely midnight I decided it was time to head on home. The guys were all smiles and I left a healthy tip for Nick and his crew. I wouldn't want to clean up after our mess. Halfway home I directed mom to an abandoned parking lot where she changed into the jeans and clingy shirt I had placed in the trunk along with her favorite tennis shoes.

"You think of everything don't you," she moaned.

"I try, so did I do good," I asked as she molded her body against mine and kissed me with a passion that was on a whole new level for us.

"Baby that was a dream cum true," she growled in my ear.

"I'm glad I wanted you to be happy," I said.

"You're moving out aren't you," she said suddenly.

"Yeah, but there will be plenty of room for you and the twins whenever you want to visit."

"When," she said a sparkle of a tear in her eye.

"Six months or so I am rehabbing a building on the edge of town," I told her.

"Not the Old Miller Place," she whispered.

"Yeah why," I asked.

"No one has lived in that place for over thirty years now since... well since the murders."

"Beth never mentioned any murders," I said.

"Beth, not Elizabeth Colton?"

"Yeah I met her at the library where she works, why is something wrong with her?"

"No, she is the only surviving heir to the Miller fortune Jon. She wasn't even born when it all happened."

"She told me she was the only child of Thomas Colton who was the last man to be born in the Miller Place."

"That is true, but what she failed to say is that he was the only survivor when Old Man Miller murdered his entire family. Thomas was hidden and wasn't discovered until three days later when the cops arrived."

"Poor guy," I said.

"Yeah, he committed suicide the night that Elizabeth was born."

"Wow that's fucked up," I said thinking of growing up without a dad and to lose him that way. Jeez.

"Things aren't serious between you two is it?"

"Nah, we just me today," I told my mom as she moved back behind the wheel. 

"Get in we're going home," she said grimly.

"I don't have to do this I can find another place to fix up." I said as we finished the drive home.

"No I bet it's a great deal for that amount of property and land." Mom said.

"As a matter of fact it's scary cheap but then thirty years of weather damage and abandonment."

It was close to two in the morning by the time we got home, I showered and lie down. Naked I pulled up the sheets and closed my eyes. It had been a good night and I was sure mom would dream very pleasantly tonight as would I. 

"Jon," whispered a voice near my ear.

"Master Jon," purred a voice in my other ear.

"MMMMMMMMM his cock is hard," the first voice moaned.

"I need a cock sister dearest," the second voice said.

"My pussy is so wet," the first voice said.

"MMMM mine too," the second voice growled.

"Can I straddle his hard cock sister dearest," the first voice begged.

"But I get to swallow his cum," the second voice demanded.

"Deal."

I was barely awake when I felt the tight wetness envelope me.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I moaned.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she purred.

"So fucking tight," I moaned.

Then I felt a tongue licking the underside of my cock as that pussy rode me. 

"Fuck him with that tight pussy," a soft voice murmured.

"Lick my pussy," another voice purred.

The tongue moved from my cock to her clit and alternated. 

"Damn that tongue feels good," I moaned. "So does that cock slot baby!"

"You hear that he likes my cock slot."

"I heard..."

The tongue returned to my cock and stayed there then the little minx slid her index finger into my ass. 

"NNNNNNNNNNNNN," I grunted as I felt my cock start to swell inside my sister. 

"Give it to me..." the one between my legs moaned. 

"MMMMMMMMM I did promise," she said as she lifted up and off of me and the other's mouth descended.

"OH fuck yeah suck me..." I moaned.

The other twin's head was bobbing up and down on me now and with a muffled scream I sent a torrent of cum down her throat.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned as she swallowed. "Delicious."

Her fist moved until the very last drop of cum was hers.

"I guess I deserved that," I moaned.

"You have been ignoring us..."

"...your dutiful cock loving slaves."

The one finishing the others thoughts without flaw.

"Are you really moving out," Colleen asked.

"Eventually," I admitted.

"What are your plans lover," Carol asked.

"I am going to buy and renovate the Old Miller Place; there will be plenty of room for both of you."

"What can we do to help?"

"Yes what can we do?"

"I'll let you know I haven't even seen the place yet."

"Can you go again Jon," Colleen asked.

"Why don't you and Carol find out," I say with a smile.

I had to scoot the twins out a few hours later so that dad didn't catch them out of bed. Then I was able to finally close my eyes and get some much needed sleep. 

I awoke Saturday afternoon and found a note from my mom saying that a girl named Erika had called and I smiled remembering the girl from the lingerie store. I got out of bed and threw on some clothes and found mom and the twins waiting for me with all the fixings for a great big lunch. As they cooked a volley of questions and answers went back and forth between us.

"So who is this Erika girl Jon," my mom asked.

"I met her when I did some shopping," I told her.

"Shopping for what," Colleen asked.

"Something for mom," I said.

The twins looked at mom and then at me. I fixed some coffee and waited for it to brew.

"So when do you go look at the Old Miller Place," Mom asked me.

"A couple of days at most," I said pouring cups of coffee for me and mom.

"Can I go with you," Mom asked.

"Me too..."

"...me too."

"Okay we can all go see the property together," I said.

"Can we pick out our rooms..."

"...help decorate them."

"We are getting a little ahead of ourselves don't you think?" I said.

"Sorry Jon," the twins said in one voice. "We just got excited."

"I understand."

I looked at the note with Erika's number on it and realized I needed to do a little shopping before we hooked up, I didn't have a cell phone. So I determined another trip to the mall was necessary because I could look at multiple providers and see which one I liked. 

"After breakfast I am going to the mall for a quick shopping trip who wants to go?"

"Ooh me..."

"...and me!"

"Mom," I asked and she shook her head. "Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"No I think we are good."

The drive to the mall was exciting as the twins managed to squeeze into the front seat with me and I knew that there were going to have to be rules before we got there.

"Okay you two I am shopping for a cell phone, if and I do mean if we have time we might do some clothes shopping alright?"

"Yes Jon," they agreed.

So we started at one end of the mall and made our way one electronics and cell phone store at a time. I never realized how many stores and shops carried cell phones. In the middle of the mall was one of those stand alone shops that people rent for short periods of time. This one was selling high end phones, tablets and laptops. The redhead running it was absolutely stunning and so we stopped for a chat.

"I've never heard of your company before," I told her.

"Well we just got off the ground," she said with a stunning smile.

"What's different about your company than the others," I asked.

"Well we guarantee one terabyte speed worldwide for starters," she said with a wink.

"You mean one gig," I corrected her.

"No I mean one terabyte," she repeated before continuing. "The phone runs one thousand dollars and the monthly service fee is one hundred dollars. The tablet goes for ten grand and also has the one hundred dollar service fee. The laptop runs fifteen grand and comes with the one hundred dollar service fee."

"What about the watch there," I asked.

"Oh that's a display model," she said with a smile.

"What's that expected to cost," I asked checking her out.

"I think my brother said around twenty five to thirty thousand," she said not batting an eyelash.

"Thirty thousand for a fucking watch!"

"You haven't seen what it can do," she replied looking around. "Here give me your wrist."

I let her take my arm and she pressed the watch onto my wrist and metallic bands slid over my flesh and form fitted to me like a glove. The diamond scale pattern of the metal was very chic!

"One size fits all," she said. "Now let's turn this puppy on."

She hit a triangular shaped button on the outer circle of the watch's face and a soft thrum ran through the device. The face lit up and it flashed for a moment until it displayed the current time accurate to the millisecond. 

"Okay what's your home phone number," she asked and I smiled as I rattled it off.

"Dial 1-774-256-203X," she said and a heard a ringing sound and then my mom's voice.

"Hello."

"Hey mom it's Jon just testing a phone at the mall."

"Okay sweetie, sounds crystal clear see you soon bye." Click.

"I hope it does more than that for the price," I said.

"Well Jon," she said. "Display web browser home page Google."

Then suddenly hovering over the watch in thin air was the Google home page.

"Go ahead do a search," she said.

"Um... search for images 1967 Pontiac GTO." I said.

Instantly the image changed and showed hundreds of small boxes holding the desired image.

"If you see one you like touch it," she said.

I picked one at random and touched it. Not only did the image appear but it was rendered instantly into a high res three dimensional image.

"Holy shit," I cursed.

"How many texts and emails do I get for that one hundred dollars," I asked.

"Oh it's an unlimited data and messaging plan," she said.

"Okay it looks like I found my carrier," I said.

Suddenly a guy about my age strolled up and stepped into the little shop next to her.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Eh, I think it's a bust. This young man is interested but most people hear the price and it's a no go."

"Well that sucks, I am glad the first presentation went so well or we'd be totally screwed," he said frowning.

"So are you the owner," I asked and he nodded.

"Nick Shaw a pleasure to meet you," he said offering his hand.

"Jon Masters," I replied shaking his hand.

"Oh and this is my sister Kat unless you've already introduced yourself?"

"Not yet Nick," she said.

"Oh these are my twin sisters Carol and Colleen," I said and Nick's eyes lit up.

"A pleasure to meet you ladies," he said and they giggled like schoolgirls.

"They're shy," I said.

"Not for long," Kat murmured and Nick gave her a sharp look.

"So how much for the watch," I asked Nick who was sporting one very similar.

"Well... technically they are a preorder sort of thing but," he looked at the twins and smiled brighter now. "Tell you what. You and your sisters join us for dinner tonight..."




Evil Bitch Ch. 04



Here's part four of Jon's adventure with the twins and some new friends. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment to tell me how you like it. 



Erika lay sprawled on top of me her lovely young body covered in a light layer of sweat and her legs quivering from another strong orgasm. I gave her ass a little swat and she just moaned.

"Round five," she whispered. "I am way passed impressed at this point."

"Good," I moaned in her ear. "Hungry want a snack before I drop you off at home?"

"I am fucking starved but I am not sure I can move just now," she groaned. "My legs are like on fire from riding you for so long. Not that I am complaining I love the feel of you inside of me."

"We could just go through the drive thru and give them a thrill," I suggested and she shook her head. "I guess we will just have to lay here with my hard cock nestled deep inside of you and go for round six."

"I'm up," she said moving to a sitting position and letting out a soft moan of protest as she moved off of my lap. "Damn I hate that part."

"Me too," I admitted as I moved into a sitting position and saw something glitter on the floor of the back seat. "Hey don't put your feet down just yet I think I saw a piece of glass. It is an old car you know."

I reached down carefully fumbling around and felt a jab in the palm of my hand in all places and snatched back my hand.

"Damn it," I cursed and examined my palm.

There about three inches long was a tiny cut dribbling blood. I took my sock and dabbed the blood away and winced at the pain.

"It's always the little ones that hurt like a bitch," I told her.

"You okay do you need to go to hospital," Erika asked.

"Nah, just be careful where you put your bare feet. I'll vacuum it out tomorrow to make sure there aren't any other pieces left."

So we got dressed without any more mishaps and made it to the fast food place. We ate in the parking lot and I looked at my watch and saw how late it was. I had a busy day and was looking at maybe four hours of sleep if I was lucky. I had the Old Miller Place to look at and the dinner with Kat and Nick. I drove Erika home and even walked her up to her door and gave her a good night tonsil check. She was all smiles as the door closed and I chalked it up to a great first date.

I managed six hours and a real quick shower Sunday morning as the family was all there to go see the property I wanted to buy, even good old dad. I even let the old fart drive the GTO with the girls and mom squeezed in the back. That earned me brownie points with both dad and mom. It only took fifteen minutes to drive from our house to the edge of town and there looming on a hill that covered multiple acreage was the Old Miller Place. Elizabeth's car was already parked out front as we drove up. It looked big from a distance but the place was fucking huge up close. It was a full three stories and I was guessing around fifty or so rooms not including a basement. 

"And this is your 'little' fixer upper?" my dad asked.

"Okay maybe it's more of a two man job," I said rethinking it.

Elizabeth walked up and I introduced her to the entire family and she was all smiles as she began the tour. She unlocked the thick oaken door and in we walked to the entrance hall that was at least thirty feet square with gorgeous wooden floor and a double staircase that led up to the second floor.

"Damn," my dad muttered softly.

To the right was the living room with furniture still here covered in sheets that held a few years of dust upon them. Beyond the living room was the long and impressive dining room with table and chairs beneath a gorgeous chandelier. I learned that all the furniture was covered in sheets for protection. Passed the dining room through swinging doors was the kitchen and mom's eyes lit up seeing the size of it. The stove and other appliances were literally antiques but we could replace that easily enough. The rest of floor contained a solarium, a study, a library, a billiard room and even a ballroom! It reminded me of the gaming board for that murder mystery game and then I grimaced remembering the murders that had occurred here.

Upstairs was bedrooms and only one bathroom that was going to change. The third floor was living quarters for the live in help back in the day and the other half was an observatory with an ancient brass telescope, how cool was that! My dad and I noted that the roof didn't leak and that was a major selling point. As we talked she mentioned that the furniture was included in the price of the house as was the twenty acres of land that covered the hill and the rear portion of the estate. 

The back yard seemed to go on forever and butting up against that was a small family cemetery along with a mausoleum. Beyond was virgin woods that the Miller's had used for camping, firewood and deer hunting. Elizabeth said that somewhere in the woods was Old Man Miller's private lake but she had never been brave enough to venture back there to find it. Sounded like a challenge to me after I finished with the renovations I had planned.

Elizabeth brought out the paperwork and we signed off on the hood of the GTO for good luck. 

"Well that's it here are the keys and you can move in whenever you like. Um Jon you're bleeding are you okay?" Elizabeth said as I looked down and saw that blood had seeped all the way through the band aid.

Mom was instantly on duty and carefully peeling the adhesive off my skin and looking beneath. The cut was now very red and angry looking and oozing puss. 

"Sweetie when did you do this," she said dabbing at the wound.

"Late Saturday night," I said not feeling well at all.

"We need to get you to the hospital this looks infected and you're going to need antibiotics I expect." She was already helping me into the back seat while Elizabeth handed over the keys to Carol as dad moved to the driver's seat.

"Call me, I want to make sure you're okay," was the last thing I heard Elizabeth say before I closed my eyes.

I was shaking and covered in sweat by the time we arrived at the hospital and I managed not to puke until after we were out of the car. With a sister on either arm I was led to a wheelchair and then pushed into the emergency room. 

Two hours later I was pumped full of antibiotics, my hand had been opened, explored, flushed with fluids and stitched shut. They never did find what had caused the infection but I was assured I would be just fine. By the time I was home I could make a fist without wincing in pain. I lay down and slept until five in the afternoon when I got up and showered for the dinner with the Shaws. Mom gave me that look but when she learned a cute girl was involved she gave up. The twins wore matching outfits and smiles knowing that we were going to be spending more time with Nick. 

The limo arrived at six sharp and we were whisked off to the pier and for our jaunt aboard the massive yacht named the Numenor. I did my best not to stare and gawk but failed miserably. Nick, Kat and a stunning brunette, Cyan Michaels, met us and welcomed us aboard. I kept glancing over at the brunette thinking I had seen her somewhere before but couldn't put my finger on it. Kat saw my look and leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"That's Cyan Michaels," she said softly.

"I knew I recognized her from somewhere," I whispered back.

"Cyan," Kat said suddenly and the tall woman turned to face us. "This is my friend Jon Masters."

"Ooh a pleasure I have heard all about your terrible ordeal," she said taking my hand and I kissed it without thinking. "A gentleman too how wonderful."

"Be careful," Kat advised loud enough for all to hear, "...she bites."

"True but I have never heard a word of complaint," Cyan said with one of her brilliant smiles.

I didn't know what to say so I kept my mouth shut.

"You see," she continued and took my arm and led me to the dining room.

We weren't the only ones dining at Nick and Kat's table this evening and I felt more than a little out of my depth. But Cyan was all smiles and made the meal pleasurable and not so uncomfortable. Kat added her considerable charm to the mix and before long the three of us were chatting like old friends. 

"So how did your house hunting go Jon," Kat asked.

"We ended up purchasing the house before my little trip to the hospital," I said and regretted mentioning the hospital immediately.

"Hospital," Cyan remarked.

"Are you alright," Kat followed up.

"Yeah I am fine," I said showing the bandaged hand. "All fixed up and soon will be good as new."

"What happened," Cyan asked genuinely concerned.

"I bought an old car, a Pontiac GTO and while cleaning the back cut my hand on something and it got infected," I bent the truth a bit.

"This will help sir," one of the servers said offering me a glass of water. "It is imported and known for its therapeutic qualities."

I thanked him and sipped the water and before I knew it had drained the glass in one long drink. The server set a pitcher of the water down in front of me and smiling left. After three glasses of the water I felt as good a new. I may have to order some of this once I settle into the new house. 

After dinner I was given the full tour of the ship and it was massive! I could get used to this kind of luxury. As we made our way back to the upper decks the girls, led by Cyan, were stripping down and slipping into the hot tub. Nick gave me that 'we need to talk' look and I followed him to front. I took in the breath taking beauty of the moon lit ocean as the ship moved through it was such ease.

"How are you enjoying yourself Jon," Nick asked.

"I am having an amazing time and I am sure Carol and Colleen are too," I told him.

"Good," he said smiling and looking out at the sea. "I know you are probably still working out what you want to do with your life after what you've been through."

"Yeah, it's been a clusterfuck but that part of my life is behind me though I have been thinking about going back to school. I just can't decide between studying the Law or Computer Science."

"Those are two different paths," he said.

"Yeah, part of me wants to help the guys like me that are rotting in prison and are innocent. Another part likes to work with his hands and wants to well do what you've done build the better computer."

"What if I could help you out," Nick said.

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Numenor Technologies is a growing company and I had a position for Kat but she hates flying..."

"Are you offering me a job Nick," I blurted out.

"Yeah I guess I am," he said with a smile. "I need a General Manager to handle our overseas accounts and businesses... now before you tell me you have no experience look at me. I will even hedge my offer with a bonus."

"What kind of bonus," I said smiling now.

"You just bought the Old Miller Place and if I know you, you'd like to restore it and make it your own am I right?"

"Yeah."

"I will make that happen and see it done with the best workers I can hire and all done to your very specific details. I will split the cost down the middle with you if you don't want me to pay for the whole thing."

"I have some rather unique ideas for the place, will the workers be discreet?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"You've got my full attention now Jon," he said smiling. "Surfer pull up the blue prints for the Old Miller Place and display them please."

"Yes Master Nick," and a shimmering image appeared of the Silver Surfer and in front of him a holographic version of my new home.

"Um who is that," I asked staring in shock.

"You haven't used your watch much have you," Nick said with a grin. "Surfer is my digital assistant I mentioned when you bought the watch."

"I had no idea," I said smiling over at 'Surfer'. "Nice to meet you."

"A pleasure to meet you as well Master Jon," Surfer replied. "Master Nick the young ladies are getting upset I think we should conclude this business later."

"Right you are Surfer, so Jon what do you say want to work for me?" Nick asked.

"Hell yeah," I said as I followed him to the hot tub and stared at all the naked flesh beneath the bubbling water.

"Come on in the waters fine," Cyan cooed.

"We saved you a spot between us," Kat purred.

Nick and I were naked in no time and taking our assigned seats. The girls wasted no time and soon each of them had a hand on my cock, one at the base and the other near the tip. They were stroking me each to their own speed and rhythm and it was amazing! While that was going on I took turns kissing them as they rubbed their breasts against me and I envied Nick all the more knowing this happened a lot. I let my hands roam over their bodies caressing, kneading and squeezing their sensitive flesh. 

It wasn't long before I was ordered to sit on the edge of the pool and they took turns with my cock down their throats or teasing my balls with hands and mouth. I looked over and saw one of the twins giving Nick head while the other ground her pussy against his face. All the moaning and grunting got louder and more out of control as I forced flat on the deck as Cyan lowered her pussy to my cock and Kat her soaked slit to my lips. I licked and teased Kat's labia and clit while Cyan leisurely rode my dick letting me feel every tight inch of her sex. Just when I thought I would lose control they switched places giving me a brief reprieve before Kat rode me harder and faster than Cyan had. I wasn't going to last much longer and Kat could care less. She lifted up and then dropped down hard driving my cock deep into her and her cries of pleasure mixed with the twins as they pleasured themselves with Nick. 

"Let me feel you shoot inside of me Jon," Kat growled as she continued to drop down hard on me.

"Then me," Cyan purred. "...I want to feel you cum inside of me too."

"Don't worry baby," Kat assured her. "We have all night to play with our new toy."

"MMMMMMMMMM good I love the feel of his cock inside of me," Cyan cooed.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ME TOO," Kat cried out as I swelled even more stretching her pussy nicely. "Not long now Jon... come on fill me up..."

"UNNNNNN UNNNNNN UNNNNNNNN," I was grunting each time she dropped her hips and through clenched teeth I fought back the urge to come but it was a losing battle.

"Just a few more times," Cyan predicted and she was right. "Three... two... one..."

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I screamed as I came.

"Blastoff," Kat hollered as she came right along with me.

It was a bright clear Monday morning when I awoke next to a naked Kat. She was still sleeping and her tussled auburn locks were a delightful mess. Then I remembered the twins and it was a school day.

"Oh shit I got to go," I cried out. "They are going to be late for school and mom will kill me."

"MMMMMMMMMMM relax they didn't stay the night they left already," Kat murmured softly in my ear as I felt her hand travel down and grasp my morning wood. "MMMMMMM looks like somebody's up already."

Before I could voice a protest Kat's head disappeared below the covers and I soon felt her lips around my cock as she licked and sucked me slowly. I lay back and just enjoyed the attention. I lifted the covers and saw her smiling face as she began to deepthroat me.

"Damn Kat that feels amazing," I told her.

"If you like that wait until you feel my pussy wrapped around you again," she purred.

I didn't have long to wait we threw off the cover and Kat got onto her hands and knees and I slid into her nice and slow. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her hard and fast loving the way her sex gripped me.

"UNNN UNNN UNNN Oh god Jon yeah... yeah... just like that uh huh..."

The slapping sounds of our bodies meeting drowned out the sound of the door opening and Nick and Cyan slipping into the outer room. I don't know how long they stood in the doorway watching us but when Kat cried out in ecstasy we got a standing ovation from our audience. I looked up in surprise but Kat never missed a beat she spun around and took me in her mouth and using both hands jacked me off as she licked and sucked wanting to taste my cum... again. I slid my fingers into her hair and began to fuck her throat and she leg to and let me have my way with her. I looked at the pair in the doorway even as I thrust my hips deep down Kat's throat. I bite my lip and was panting as I felt ready to cum.

"Ready... good... here... it... comes..." I hollered as her lips latched on and pulse after pulse of cum shot down her throat.

"Damn that was hot," Cyan commented.

"I told you he was the one for the job," Nick said. "...cool under pressure and loves an audience."

"I agree completely," Cyan purred. "You two ready for breakfast?"

"I am starved," Kat and I said at the same time before laughing.

We threw on terry cloth robes and went out on deck and if I was right the ship was sailing due south towards Florida. We ate in relative silence and it wasn't until our plates were removed by the staff that Nick said a single word.

"Still want to work for me," he asked.

"Eager as ever but I am still at a loss for why," I said.

"I will be blunt," Nick said sitting back and smiling. "You spent a year in jail for something that you didn't do. You came out a changed man, I mean who wouldn't, but you also gained some very specific skill sets along the way. You learned how to listen to your gut when it tells you that trouble is near. You watch people's body language and even vocal tones for signs of bullshit and danger. You will never back down or show weakness but deep down you are a good guy and that most of all is very important. Did I miss anything?"

"I throw a mean left jab," I added and we all laughed.

"But seriously that is why I think you'd make a great General Manager. So I will ask you again do you want the job, no pressure but I wanted to clarify my stance and let you know this isn't a pity fuck."

"I don't take charity but I will take the job, when do I start," I asked.

"We need to get your passport and training under your belt I will let Kat take care of that but once she clears you off you go."

"I am in your capable hands," I said turning to Kat.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM yes you are," she purred. "We should reach the Bahamas in a couple of days so why don't we get you familiar with your avatar and how it works and then we can move onto products and expectations."

"Sounds good to me," I said eager to see what it would look like.

"Where's your watch at," Kat asked.

"I left it next to the bed," I said and grinning wickedly she grabbed me by the wrist.

"She is going to kill that poor boy," Cyan mused.

"Not if you beat her to it," Nick said.

"Nikolas, you just hired him... give me a few months then worry about him..." was the last thing I heard before I dragged out of earshot.

After another round of amazing sex with Kat we showered and after that round we managed to dry off, dress and make it to the bed too tired to fuck for now. I reached for my watch and stared at the gleaming black alloy replacement.

"What the hell," I said holding it up so Kat could see.

"William," she said with one of her cheerful smiles.

"I don't understand."

"William is one of our chief R and D guys as well as a close friend of Nick's. Ooh he must really like you he left you a pair of contacts too."

"Um and that is good, I don't wear contact lenses..." but she placed a finger to my lips.

"You'll want these trust me," she said.

So I slipped on the new watch and turned it on. Then Kat helped me put the contact lenses in and I learned they were a heads up display for the watch and other devices I was hooked. It took a little bit getting used to using my eyes as a mouse but after a little while I was doing it without even thinking. 

"Now let's see what sort of avatar William's made for you," Kat said.




Evil Bitch Ch. 04



"Okay how do I activate it," I asked even as a sensual female voice replied.

"Do you need assistance Master Jon," she said with a distinct sexual purr.

"Can you appear, um show yourself... manifest... oh hell I don't know..." I stammered.

She appeared and how. Tall thin yet athletic the hologram looked amazingly realistic in every detail from the long silvery white hair to the form fitting body armor. Her facial features was a mix of every game player's dream with her almond shaped eyes that were slightly upswept to the high cheek bones and full lips that were curled in a cruel smile. She had a long elegant neck that led to a full curvaceous bosom that her armor revealed plenty of cleavage. I especially liked the alien glyphs decorating the armor giving it a mix of magic and technology. 

"William has one hell of an imagination," I said.

"So I am visually pleasing then Master Jon," the avatar asked.

"Um... very..." I smiled.

"Men," Kat whispered in my ear. "Deep down they are all bottle fed."

"I can't argue," I whispered back. "So what do I call you?" I asked the avatar.

"I am designated Umbrakhor and I am your Technomancer Master," she said with a deep bow.

"Sweet," I said and then Kat helped me run Umbra through her paces.

I quickly learned that with the avatar's help I could get to know the company faster and easier and all at my leisure. I learned that Kat wasn't all that worried about me getting up to speed too soon. A few more days one way or the other wasn't critical.

The sun was setting and I was on the phone with my mom telling her what I could about my new job.

"Yeah I am going to be doing a lot of travelling but I am guaranteed home for all the major holidays. Actually Nick made that a demand he didn't want me away from you guys more often than was absolutely necessary. Yes he's a great guy and brilliant. He's even paying for the Old Miller Place to be restored according to plans we both came up with. No I think you'll be surprised at the bedrooms we have decided upon and the kitchen too. No the cemetery is staying I think it's a novelty plus it'll add to the spice of the Halloween party I will be throwing. Yes he says the workers will have it done in plenty of time. I will be home in about five or six more days and then after a week home with you I ship off to London. Yeah I know and I will send souvenirs. I will call often and keep in touch. I love you too mom. Okay talk at you soon. Bye."

The very next night Kat, Cyan and Nick were having a meeting about something or other and I was enjoying some quiet time in the hot tub. I had learned early on that nudity was not an issue with either the crew or guests alike. So with eyes closed and Umbra playing some soothing music I didn't hear the woman approach.

"Do you mind some company," a soft sensual voice asked.

I opened my eyes and fought the urge to drop my jaw as the nude form just slid into the bubbling waters opposite me. 

"You must be Jon," she said.

"I must be," I replied playfully.

"How are you getting along in your new position," she asked as I felt her toes start teasing me beneath the water.

"Which position would that be," I asked and without missing a beat she replied.

"Oh I don't know... Missionary... Doggy Style... Cowgirl... you choose."

"I like the way you think," I said growing harder by the second.

"I like the way you feel between my toes," she purred.

"I bet I'd feel even better between your lips," I moaned.

"I bet you're right," she said as without warning or hesitation she moved over and straddled me lowering her tight pussy down onto my hard flesh. "MMMMMMMMM you were right..."

I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and we fucked nice and slow and I began to wonder if all the women Nick knew were this charming. She leaned down and kissed me and damn but the sparks flew. She broke the kiss long enough to growl something naughty in my ear and I nodded eagerly. Soon she was bent over the railing looking out over the water and I was pounding her hard from behind.

"Like the view," I asked and she grunted that she did. "...me too."

I grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard and fast as I could and my mystery woman was crying out as she came. Her voice was swallowed up by the ocean and still I hammered her pussy from behind. I cupped her tits and played with them as I slowed down a bit savoring the moment and the mystery. So as I slowly thrust my hips into her she was panting and moaning again.

"Are you going to cum again," I asked.

"UH HUH..." she moaned.

"When I cum where do you want it," I asked her thrusting a little harder now.

"Down my naughty little throat please," she purred.

I pulled back paused and then slammed into her hard and I felt her pussy grab me like a fucking fist when she came. Her scream of pleasure was louder than ever before. It took her a while to catch her breath after that one and I took it out on her fucking her in nice long thrusts of my cock. 

"MMMMMMMM you can fuck my ass if you want," she offered.

"Let's save something for next time," I told her. "...helps to build the sexual tension."

"MMMMMMMMMM okay lover whatever you say," she said smiling over her shoulder. "I can feel your stretching my naughty little pussy Jon, are you ready for me to suck you off now?"

"You read my mind," I said and I took a few steps back and she spun around and dropped to her knees.

"Let me do everything," she said as she snared my cock without using her hands.

It took her no time at all to be deepthroating me and I suspected I would never feel her hands around me. I looked down and watched her intently as my cock disappeared down her throat over and over again.

"Damn that feels good," I said urging her on. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM if you keep that up I am going to blow in no time."

She did her head bobbed forward and back like a fucking machine. When she looked up I didn't need her to say it her gaze screamed... 'Give it to me... shoot down my naughty little throat!' I was panting and felt my cock swell and swell until with my own blood curdling scream I shot down her throat and she swallowed every last drop. Only after did she use her hands to stroke me to milk the last precious drops from me. I was shaking and weak in the knees by the time she was done with me.

"I see you met my mother," Kat said from behind me.

I nearly fell down as I spun to face her.

"I didn't... she never..." I stammered but Kat just slid into my arms and pressed her body against mine.

"Shhhh... it's okay I don't mind. She can be a little needy at times isn't that right mom?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM very needy Jon," she said as she pressed her tits against my back.

"Oh boy," I gasped.

"Oh boy indeed," Kat moaned. "Let's show him what a great team he joined eh mom?"

"Let's..." she purred in my ear. "You can call me Petra by the way."

I was thinking little cock slut but kept that to myself for a few hours at least.

"A pleasure Petra," I moaned.

"Oh you don't know the half of it Jon," they said together.

It's the twins all over again I thought to myself as I was led back to my cabin.

After a full week at sea it was good to be back in my own bed again. And none too soon apparently for that very night I was welcomed home by the entire family. My father was thrilled to no end about my new job and the pay. My mother was torn between my good fortune and the thought of my going away as were the twins. But I had a week to spend quality time with them. 

The very next morning I was awoken by the twins.

"Good morning," Carol said with a smile.

"Are you hungry Jon," Colleen asked.

"I'm starved," I said as they cozied up to me.

"Do you know what today is," they asked in unison.

"Um Tuesday," I said and they just smiled.

"We have our doctor's appointment today," Carol said.

"You know our special appointment," Colleen added.

"Oh that, well we better make a day of it then," I said.

"SHOPPING!" they shouted together.

So after a solitary shower which disappointed the twins but when I told them we would celebrate afterwards they just smiled and went off and fixed me breakfast I dressed and met them upstairs along with mom.

"So you are taking them to their um appointment Jon," Mom asked.

"Yeah unless you want to," I replied watching her shake her head.

"No, I don't agree with this augmentation just to please men," Mom said more than a little upset.

"Mom you got great..." Carol began and stopped.

"...breasts and well we'd like to have some too." Colleen continued.

"This is about sex isn't it," Mom began to grill them as I ate in silence letting them hash this thing out.

"Well yeah," Carol admitted. "I've always wanted to well you know..."

"No I don't know young lady," Mom interrupted.

"What she means is," Colleen tried to finish. "Oh you know..."

"Tit fuck I believe is the words you are looking for," I said with a smile.

"Exactly," the twins said in relieved unison.

"OH... ohhhhh...," Mom said with a blush and a smile.

"Yeah I mean look at your tits mom they're so nice and big and firm," Carol said.

"They can easily wrap around a guy's... we want to do that to," Colleen continued.

"Kids, but my god double D's are you sure you want to go that damn big," Mom asked.

"Oh were sure," they said in one voice slyly glancing in my direction.

A few hours later we were sitting the doctor's waiting room and I saw all the pretty girls and wondered if what the twins wanted to do was right after all. A very attractive young thing moved to sit next to me and leaned over.

"What are you coming in for," she asked.

"Oh I am here for moral support," I said cocking my head at the twins. "You?"

"Me I want nice big tits to impress the guys," she admitted.

"But you're gorgeous," I told her. "You look amazing just the way you are."

"You're so sweet but my boyfriend says he thinks I look like a boy I mean look at them their tiny," she argued.

"I bet their very sensitive," I whispered.

"Oh they are," she whispered back.

"I bet you can cum just by suckling them," I said in her ear.

"How did you know," she smiled.

"You have the look," I told her.

"The look... what look," she asked.

"The look of an animal locked in a cage," I whispered in her ear.

"You are very perceptive," she moaned softly.

"But you need a firm hand is that it," I asked.

"Oh yes a very firm hand," she admitted.

"Strong fingers in your hair holding you while..." I stopped.

"While... while what," she asked her color rising into her cheeks.

"I can tell by the firmness of your lips and that delicate pink tongue of yours," I said.

"Tell me," she begged. "...what can you tell?"

"You are a very talented... speaker, orator... that sort of thing," I told her.

"Yes, yes I am," she half moaned bringing her knees together. "I love to... talk."

"Well if you want to talk sometime," I offered.

"MMMMMMMMMM I'd love to," she said grinning fiercely. "Here's my number."

I looked at the twins and they just smiled.

"What?" I said.

"You are a dog brother dearest," Carol said.

"A beast," Colleen added.

"Is he," the girl next to me asked.

"Oh yes a real animal," they said together.

"This just gets better and better," the girl said.

"Don't hurt her too much Jon," Carol said.

"Yes try not to leave bruises like the last one," Colleen added.

"Bruises," the girl moaned.

"Oh yes all over her back and ass," Carol whispered.

"Oh and don't forget her thighs," Colleen said. "Poor thing could barely stand after he was done with her."

"Really," the girl's hand latched onto my leg and squeezed hard.

"Did you just come," I asked in her ear and she only nodded.

"Oh Jon she's a keeper," they said together.

The door to the office opened and an older man with glasses stuck his head out.

"Carol and Colleen..." he began but the twins jumped up and giggled.

"That's us," they said.

"I will be back afterwards," I told the girl and followed the girls inside. "You two are evil and I love you dearly."

"Oh we know," again with one voice.

"So what's her name," Carol asked.

I looked down at the piece of paper and read it aloud.

"Veronika, with a K," I said.

"Does Veronika with a K have a last name?" Colleen asked.

"Nope just her name and number," I said.

'Shall I add this to your call list Master Jon,' Umbra asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what," Carol asked.

"Sorry I was talking to myself."

The twins were changed and the doctor looked at me with a serious glance.

"Are you comfortable with seeing your sisters um topless," he asked as delicately as he could.

"I am here for moral support," I told him.

"Well let's get this done shall we," he said and examined Carol first. "Lovely and why exactly do you want this surgery I have to ask?"

"I want to be able to well um," she began and stopped then whispered in the doctor's ear.

"Oh well that is a good reason isn't it," he replied blushing furiously. "And you Colleen what is your reason... oh I see very well then. Now that we've got that cleared up exactly how much bigger did you want to go?"

"We wanted double D's if you please," they said together.

"My that is large have you taken the pressure on your backs into consideration," he asked.

"Um no not really," Carol said. "We thought maybe a full D Cup at first but thought that maybe bigger is better."

"I think a D Cup would be fine girls," I said. "We don't want you getting hurt in the long run now do we?"

"If you are sure," Colleen said.

The doctor gave me a meaningful look and I smiled.

"Older brother, they have been double checking with me about things for years."

"Oh well if that's the case," the doctor said. "So you girls will be happy with a 38 D then?"

"Oh very happy," they replied.

"Excellent," he said turned to examine Colleen and remarked, "You really are identical aren't you?"

"In every way," they crooned.

We left the doctor's office just as Veronika was stepping out from another door.

"So how'd it go," I asked.

"I decided on a nice full 36 C," she told me.

"And you won't lose any sensitivity," I asked.

"Oh no he promised me that wouldn't be an issue," Veronika told me.

"That's good," I told her.

"We are going shopping want to tag along," Carol asked.

"Yes come with us," Colleen urged.

"Well, oh what the hell," she said finally.

"I don't want you to get into trouble," I said but she waved me off. "Okay then let's hit the mall."

The three of us drove to the mall, the twins sat in back while Veronika sat next to me in the front. Once more her hand was on my leg but this time it didn't stay there. Soon she was more than playfully rubbing on me, she was on a mission to get me hard as a rock and it was working. When my bulge was obvious the unzipped and freed me and slowly stroked me. 

"It appears our new friend has matters well in hand," Carol said.

"MMMMMMM yes indeed I wonder if she will finish what she has started," Colleen murmured.

"I bet she will even though he is more than a mouthful," Carol replied.

"He'll tickle her fancy and more," Colleen moaned.

Down went Veronika's head and she took me to the base all in one smooth motion. Then she was licking and sucking like a starving woman and the twins watched on intently. I drove on enjoying her mouth and tongue on me watching the road but catching the movement of her head in the corner of my eye. As I promised I slid my fingers into her hair and made a fist which brought a deep throated groan from her. Then I was guiding her movement and she licked and sucked even more furious than before. I felt the first tingling of my climax and it was only then that I heard the twins urging us on.

"Come on Jon, shoot down her dirty little throat," Carol moaned.

"Lick him... suck him... you know you want to swallow every last drop Veronika," Colleen groaned.

"UNNN UNNNN UNNNN," I was panting now as the desire grew stronger and stronger and I was swelling inside of her throat.

I let go of her and placed both hands on the wheel now and she took over and began stroking the shaft as fast as she could and as we came to a halt at a red light I knew that I moments from coming. Just then a police car pulled up alongside but Veronika's fist never slowed and I never looked over my eyes were locked on the light waiting for it to change. But I couldn't ignore the pleasure her fist was giving me or deny the need to shoot down her throat any longer. How I managed not to scream is beyond me but just as the light changed cum pulsed down her throat and I slowly let off the brake and the GTO moved forward. The cop was gone and then I hollered and pressed down on the gas as she kept stroking and swallowing and licking...

"STOP," I screamed but not before I came a second time and she gobbled up that load too.

"Holy Shit," the twins exclaimed. "...he came twice!"

It wasn't until we reached the underground parking that I could breathe again and still her head remained in my lap and she was kissing and licking my semi hard cock. 

"Damn," Carol exclaimed.

"She's a keeper that's for sure," Colleen muttered.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I love your cock Jon," Veronika moaned.

"And it adores you," I whispered. "Shopping anyone?"

"YES," all three of them agreed.

Reluctantly Veronika let go of me and let me tuck it back in and zip up. I wasn't sure what to do about her now. I had felt the marks on her back and knew she liked pain but was she in an abusive relationship or was that just love taps? I was to discover that answer sooner than I liked.

I was feeling dehydrated so we made our way to the food court first for a bite to eat and then we would decide on where we wanted to go shopping. I had finished my food and was sipping the last of my soda when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go up. Turning I saw the angry young man stomping over in our direction.

"Boyfriend," I asked.

"Ex-boyfriend," Veronika said with a smile.

"Why you dirty little two timing whore," he was shouting loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You sound just like a little girl," I said as I took to my feet.

"What the fuck did you just say," he stopped as if bitch slapped.

"I said you sound like a whiney little girl," I repeated.

"Who the fuck are you," he roared.

"The guy who is going to kick your ass before you lay another finger on her you fucking coward. Beating up on someone so much smaller than you that's the actions of a no dick loser."

That ended our conversation and he swung on me and I let him hit me, so when the cops arrived there was proof that what followed was self defense. I staggered back and I won't lie the guy could throw a punch but he made one mistake he stopped and bragged about it. You don't do that until the fight is over and it was not over by a long shot. Being a south paw comes in handy when fighting most people have issues adjusting and so did he. Even as I threw the left jab to his exposed jaw I promised myself I would only hit him three times; anymore than that and it might be legally questionable. I felt his jaw give way and move to the right with a sickening crunch. I followed that up with a twist of the hips and putting my entire weight into a rib shot which was rewarded with a very satisfying snap and last was an uppercut with my left fist that jacked his head back and dropped him onto his back. I stopped and stepped back and looked over at the female trio. All three were smiling especially Veronika until mall security arrived and saw what was left of our attacker. But the flood of witnesses that said he had approached us and threw the first punch kept them from throwing on the handcuffs. Then I showed them Veronika's back and that cinched it for them. The police were called in and he was charged with one count of assault and one count of felony battery. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 04



They carried him away handcuffed to a gurney and we all agreed to testify at his hearing once he healed up. Of course the well dressed gentleman in the suit that arrived quite timely and introduced himself as our attorney and said he would take care of things from here.

"I appreciate the help but..." I began but he just smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"We take care of our own, besides Mr. Shaw's new General Manager should be more wary when involving himself in fisticuffs," the lawyer said.

"Thanks for everything," I said and turned to the girls. "Well shall we go shopping?"

I could tell that Veronika had mixed feelings about sending her Ex to jail but she admitted later that he did beat her and not in the fun loving way I was pondering. Then she broke down and cried when we got to the lingerie shop and I sent the twins in ahead of us.

"What's going on," I asked her.

"What is the point," she managed through the tears. "I wanted to buy something that would fit after... well you know."

"He was going to pay for your augmentation," I asked.

"Yeah, so now why even bother," she wept.

"Does it really mean that much to you," I asked. "Like I said at the doctor's office you are gorgeous just the way you are."

"You really think so," she said wiping the tears from her eyes.

I took her hand and set it on my arm and patted it.

"I don't say things I don't mean go in there and pick out some stuff and I'll buy it for you okay?"

"Okay," she said with a kiss on my cheek and then she was off.

"I got to hit the bathroom I'll be right in," I told her.

I did head for the bathroom and when I was sure I was alone I woke up Umbra.

"Umbra I need your help," I said.

"Yes Master Jon," she replied with that sexy voice of hers.

"Can you scan a fingerprint on the face of the watch?"

"Oh that is quite easy," she said as a blue line ran across the crystal face of my timepiece. "Shall I run it for criminal records?"

"Run it against anything you can," I said and display it on the lenses when you are done.

"Yes Master," she purred.

I was a little leery that her boyfriend just happens to show up while we are at the mall and maybe it was the time in prison but my gut needed to be reassured she wasn't scamming me. I returned to the lingerie shop and the girls were all smiles and picking out outfits that were both revealing and just plain sensual. All three did a little floor show in the back for me and I gave them a thumbs up or down depending on how trashy they looked. Ten minutes into the show Umbra displayed her results and I was pleasantly shocked. Veronika had no criminal record and came from a typical middle income family. She just suffered from low self esteem is all and I let out a sigh of relief. Without asking she also ran a background check on her Ex-boyfriend and found multiple charges of battery, assault and even armed criminal action but none ever saw the light of day. Every person who went up against him dropped the charges and for good reason he was the son of a local senator. Nice. The second file was followed with the words... I thought you should know.

"Tell Nick," I whispered.

'Yes Master,' she flashed on the lenses.

The fashion show and following purchase proved to be fairly inexpensive and we continued on our way through two more clothing stores and finally a reprieve, a gaming store! The four of us entered the Dungeon Run and I am sure ninety percent of the customers had never seen a girl this close up before. The twins and Veronika looked at me and the other guys in the store and just smiled. Then it hit me and I fired off an email to Nick asking if Numenor had a video game design side to it and waited for a reply. So as I looked through their comics and games the girls sat outside and waited not so patiently. Seeing this I gave up and headed out.

"You are upset at us," Colleen said.

"You went through three stores with us and we abandoned you when you wanted to shop for you," Carol said frowning.

"We're sorry Jon," Veronika added. "Where do You want to go next?"

"Electronics store," I said.

"Okay off to geek heaven," the twins said with a smile.

We never quite reached the Electronics store as two men identifying themselves as Federal Agents stopped us just outside. Veronika recognized them at once and Umbra backed up her fear they worked for the Senator on his personal staff. 

"Federal Agents you are coming with us," the taller of the two said.

"Can I see some identification please," I said.

He flashed a badge quickly and I shook my head.

"NO, can I see some real identification please," I repeated.

He handed me his badge and I had Umbra scan it carefully and she pointed out the flaws in it.

'Can you pull up his real identity for me,' I asked Umbra via the lenses.

'Yes,' she did so and had it to me in less than twenty seconds.

'Can you access the televisions in the Electronics store and display that for me,' I prayed she could.

'Oh that's easy,' she said with an evil laugh.

I handed back his badge to him and he just smiled.

"It's a fake," I told him and pointed out all the flaws a real agent's i.d. card would have.

He frowned and was reaching for his gun.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said the twins. "You're on television Agent Smith or should we say John Michael Dowers of Senator Holloway's personal staff."

The pair looked into the Electronics store and saw Dower's image on every display from the televisions to the computer monitors and even the laptops. Below his face was his real i.d. card and then a countdown began and the customers in the store began to shout it out in one loud voice.

"8... 7... 6... 5..." they cried.

"What is going on," Dower asked even as the countdown expired.

"1... 0...!"

"I was coming here to meet a friend of mine and he just sent your image to the major television stations here and in Boston with the following story," I said.

Displayed on the screen was...

John Michael Bowers, personal staff to Senator Holloway tries to arrest Veronika Lake and her friends after the Senator's son one Jason Holloway was arrested today for assault and felony battery. More at eleven back to you...

"I told you it was a fake," I said.

"You're dead you hear that you're all dead," Bowers snarled as he turned to leave.

"You're dead you hear that you're all dead," came his voice a hundred times over as the televisions all displayed his threat to each and every customer in the Electronics store.

Mall security arrived and saw the commotion at the store and saw the threat being repeated over and over again. One of the security guards recognized me from earlier and shook his head.

"I'm not telling you to leave or am kicking you out but it might be safer if you left now," he offered his advice.

"I think he's right," I said.

"Yeah let's go," the girls said in unison and that was a little scary.

So arm in arm in arm we headed for the nearest exit and by the time we reached the door the first news vans were pulling up. We turned and headed for the nearest store and hid out until they raced passed us. Then we slipped out the door and to our getaway car. 

'Nicely done,' I sent to Umbra.

'Thank you Master,' she replied. 'You have an email from Master Nick. In short he says you and Veronika need to lay low for a while and the twins as well.'

"Change of plans guys we are heading to the Old Miller Place for a few days," I said. "Call mom and tell her where we will be then take the batteries out of your phones all of you."

"Why," Carol asked.

"Because they can track us through our phones," Veronika answered for me. "Submissive doesn't mean stupid," she said with a smile.

So after a few short phone calls to tell loved ones we were okay we went under the radar and moved into the Old Miller Place for a little while. 

"I know it's gonna be a little rough going for a little while until this blows over but I'm sure we can find things to pass the time," I tried to cheer them up.

"He means lots of fucking," Carol said and we all laughed.

We arrived at the old manor house and luckily mom had added the front door key onto my key ring and we entered without having to resort to breaking a window. Veronika was all wide eyed and was oohing and ahing over every little thing.

"I always wondered what this place looked like on the inside. We used to dare each other to get as close to the front door as possible but we all chickened out in the end."

"You think it's haunted," I asked.

"JON," the twins shouted. "Don't even say something like that if we are going to have to sleep in here."

"Can we explore it, I mean like the basement and the attic?" Veronika asked.

"Well let's do it while we still have some light I don't have any flashlights so we are going to have to sleep down here tonight."

It was decided and the twins were relieved by the full daylight prospect of investigating. We started at the top and worked our way down to the basement. I wanted to show off the telescope and the voyeur in me knew that it would be put to some interesting uses in the future. I opened the glass dome and we stepped out onto the widows walk that ran the entire length of the third floor. It was Veronika that explained what it was for.

"This walkway was built so that the lady of the house could look out over the sea and be able to see the ships as they came into harbor. Ooh look at that monster," Veronika pointed at the distinct silhouette of an aircraft carrier heading out to sea.

"Let's go see the bedrooms shall we," I offered and they were all smiles.

We headed down to the second floor and we looked at each and every bedroom seeing the very individualistic way each room was decorated. But we all agreed that the single bathroom was not going to work. Nick and I had already worked out that arrangement and I knew everyone would be happy when it was done. We ordered pizza before we started looking at the first floor. The girls removed each and every sheet in the living room and I had to admit each piece of furniture was more beautiful than the last. It was obvious to me that each had been hand crafted with great skill and love. We were definitely keeping each and every piece. Nick and I might have to adjust our plans for the first floor. 

After pizza we braved the basement and what a set up that was. Since the house sat on a hill the basement was set deeper than any I had ever seen. Instead of a simple ten foot ceiling this basement had one that had to be at least twice that. The spiral staircase that led down was an elegant wrought iron affair and when I saw all the things in storage down here I wondered how the hell they got these boxes down here. But it didn't take long to find the massive double doors that led directly outside. Well that answers that question. Now the other question was what the hell is in all of these crates? I found a pry bar and picked a crate at random and opened it up. I was puzzled at the contents and literally scratched my head.

"What the hell," I muttered and the girls surrounded the crate and looked in.

"What is that," Carol asked.

"It's a Rosetta Stone," Veronika gasped. "But this one is intact."

"You mean what they used to decipher Egyptian Hieroglyphics?" I asked.

"Yeah, but this one is different," she said looking at the polished black surface. "This one has four sections not three like the one everyone else has seen. I don't think this is granite either which is what the other one is carved from. This could be worth a small fortune Jon!"

I replaced the lid and looked around me at the hundred or so crates. We could be sitting on an archaeological gold mine here. Was Old Man Miller into relics from the past? If so what other secrets could he have been keeping?

"I want everyone's word that no one speaks about this until I say so okay?"

"Of course Jon," the twins said solemnly.

"Veronika," I said looking at her intently.

"I won't speak a single word I promise, after all you practically saved my life," she said with a smile.

"Okay, let's head upstairs the sun is going down and I don't want to try and navigate that stairway in the dark."

The girls looked up at the windows set high up on the walls and they could see the slanting rays of sunlight fading even as they watched. Once upstairs I took the house key and locked the door to the basement just in case. 

'Did you scan the tablet Umbra,' I asked.

'Of course Master Jon I am even now running a search on the fourth set of characters and so far nothing,' she purred.

'Interesting,' I replied.

'Yes very, I will notify you when I find something,' she said.

'Keep this between us okay,' I asked.

'Of course Master, um does that include Master Nick,' she queried.

'If you don't mind, just for now,' I said.

'Very well Master.'

I headed out to the rear of the house and found stacks of ancient firewood and prayed the flue to the chimney wasn't blocked. The lever that opened the flue moved easily and when I looked up I could see fading daylight. Excellent we wouldn't freeze tonight though I suspected there was enough body heat to go around. We started a small fire not sure how chilly it might get and saved the larger logs for later if we needed them. The girls huddled up and then looked at me all grinning and with evil twinkles in their eyes.

"What is it," I asked knowing they were up to something.

"We want a story," Carol said.

"Yes a bedtime story," Colleen added.

"A naughty bedtime story," Veronika said smiling.

"Well not dressed like that you're not, go change into some bedtime clothes," I said as I rose and headed for the Master Bedroom upstairs to see if any clothing remained in the closet.

So while I rummaged upstairs the girls changed primped and applied makeup. In the dim light of the dying day I found some promising pajama bottoms and a matching silk robe. 

'Here let me,' Umbra said without warning and the room was as bright as day. '... lowlight vision.'

'Excellent,' I praised her.

I moved aside more clothing on the hangers when I saw it. Etched into the back wall of the closet was a design, it looked like three swords forming a triangle and an eye in the center.

'Umbra, what the hell is that?'

'Cross referencing... that appears to be the symbol for the Silver Twilight Lodge,' she replied.

'You mean like the Masonic Order,' I asked.

'Something like that but I have very little data on them shall I search for more?'

'Yeah and like the Stone tell me when you find anything,' I told her.

'Should I keep this quiet as well Master?"

'Most definitely Umbra, most definitely," I muttered.

I touched the etching and suddenly felt a chill and I could make out just barely an outline in the wood of a door. Holy shit I found a secret door! I pushed on the symbol and the door slid in and then to the side silently. I moved down the short passageway and found a small room and at its center was a roll top writing desk and it was covered in dust. Just over head was an electric lamp but until the power was turned on it was useless to me. I scanned the walls and found two bookshelves inset into the wall opposite the desk. They were all leather bound and my curiosity took over and once again picked one at random and opened it gingerly not knowing how old it was. The text was all handwritten and must be a journal of some sort by the layout.

December 5, 1875

I have received word from the London Chapter House and the Prince seems upset at some of the demands the E.M. has put to certain businesses. These infernal mechanizations of his will bankrupt us all. But I do understand his concerns that the wrong sort of people may have been allowed in as members. But we need capital if we are to continue functioning and despite these long term plans we must survive today.

December 12, 1875

Fortune has smiled upon me and I have acquired a copy of the N. but this complete edition is in a hand I have never seen before. The language eludes me and I must find a codex or something to decipher it else my research will be for naught. One step forward two steps back.

Then I heard the voices of the girls calling out for me.

"Jon, where are you hiding Jon," Carol voice was close she must be in the Master Bedroom.

"Has this become a game of hide and seek," Colleen asked.

"Wouldn't that be fun, let's split up and whoever finds him gets to fuck him," Carol said. "Let's go tell Veronika."

I heard their receding footsteps and I returned the journal to its place and knew I had to halt any construction on the house until I find all the hidey holes. Now it was time for a nice game of hide and go fuck.

I slipped out of the closet and carefully looked around and with an evil grin I began to stalk my prey. I listened for any sign of movement and tried to find a place I could drag them off to where we could fuck unseen. I found the perfect spot and then waited for my opportunity. To my delight it was Veronika that appeared first and when she walked passed me I slipped up behind her and cupped my hand over her mouth and my arm around her waist.

"Silent or else something bad will happen to you," I whispered in her ear and she nodded. "Good, now follow me."

I took her by the hand and led her upstairs to the observatory and onto the widow's walk. I bent her over it and reached between her legs and saw that she was absolutely soaked. 

"I guess foreplay is not needed eh," I moaned in her ear and she shook her head.

I freed my aching cock and eased into her nice and slow.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned softly.

"MMMMMMMMMMM nice and tight just the way I like 'em," I told her as I began to move my hips. 

"So biggggggggg," she groaned quietly.

She began thrusting backward now her eyes growing big as I filled her up completely and then she closed them as she bit her lip to remain quiet. I settled my hands on her bare ass and thrust faster now as she thrust back harder and her soft squeals of delight were music to my ears. Her breath came in gasps now as I thrust harder and harder.

"Take that... and that... you dirty little whore..." I moaned in her ear.

"Make me your dirty little whore Master," she whispered back. "Take me... make me... mark me as your own."

I eased out of her and when she turned in surprise I grabbed her gently but firmly by the throat. Her eyes half closed she moaned as I lowered my lips to her sensitive nipples.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS," she hissed as she arched her back.

"Still in need of my cock slut," I asked biting her ear.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she begged.

"Show me how bad you want it," I said letting go of her throat.

She immediately dropped down and began to worship my cock. She grabbed my ass cheeks and deepthroated me with great gusto. 

"Damn that feels amazing," I praised her oral talents as I grabbed both sides of her head and began fucking her throat.

Her body language changed immediately as her shoulders dropped and she assumed a completely submissive role. I moved my hips in slow sensual thrusts and she moaned around my cock as I took my pleasure from her. I looked down and watched intently as my cock disappeared into her mouth over and over again. Her hands never left my ass cheeks when I fully expected her to finger her pussy at least. I eased my cock from her throat and asked her...

"Don't you want to play with your pussy or nipples?"

"Only if you say I can Master," she purred.

"Do you think you have earned it," I asked.

"You haven't come yet so I must say no I have not Master," she replied.

"Then you'd better work on it don't you think," I said.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM how may I earn it Master?"

"Surprise me," I told her.

"Will Master lie down for me and close his eyes," she asked.

I smiled and lay down and then closed my eyes. I felt her breath on my cock and then her hand wrapped around the shaft. She slowly stroked me while the very tip of her tongue flickered over the head. I couldn't fight the urge to raise my hips up but she denied me entrance to her mouth. Now her tongue lapped the head like ice-cream running down the cone this sent waves of sensation through me like jolts of electricity. When I could stand it no longer she changed tactics and I felt the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my cock in a long languorous motion. Now she traced the vein that ran beneath with her tongue always changing strategies and when it became too much once more she shifted to my balls. She was driving me mad and I was loving it. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 05



Sorry about the delay. I lost some current files when my computer hiccuped. Had to rewrite this story from scratch. I hope you enjoy it.

Please vote and comment and suggestions are always welcome.

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I could see three smiles and one very unhappy mother but I could see it was more about worry than anything else. Deciding on a change of subject I fired up the portable generator, with help from Umbra, and got everything that needed plugging in attached to the power strip. Now that the girls had something to keep them busy I gave mom a look and headed towards the backyard. She followed and the girls wisely said nothing. We stood on the back porch and looked out over the expansive lawn with the two stone tigers crouching ready to spring but an otherwise plain undecorated field. 

"I know you're worried," I said.

"Scared to death is more like it," mom confided in me.

I handed her Nick's letter and she skimmed it in the ample moonlight. When she was finished she appeared in better spirits.

"The more I get to know your boss the better I like him," she said.

"Yeah me too," I told her smiling and she returned it easily enough. "Walk with me."

She moved next to me and took my arm her breasts brushing against my skin through her thin top. I guided her to the cemetery and she clung tighter the nearer we got. Fractured shafts of moonlight struck the stone mausoleum illuminating the Miller family crest and with an evil grin I whispered in her ear.

"Ever do it in a crypt," I asked and she shook her head. "Good neither have I."

The elegantly wrought iron gate was unlocked and opened with a minimal of creaking. Within was a single stone sarcophagus done in the Egyptian style but the face on the death mask was definitely European. Most of the crypt was veiled in shadow or darkness except the stone coffin which was lit from above by a window set into the roof. The round portal showed the entire globe of the full moon as I pulled a reluctant mother to the sarcophagus. I sat on the edge of it and slid my fingers into her hair and she went from hesitant to cock hungry in seconds flat. She tugged down the pajama bottoms allowing her unfettered access to my rigid erection and like a child with a familiar toy she licked and suckled me.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I love the way you suck cock," I moaned.

My voice echoing off the empty walls and adding a bit of tension to our love play. I grabbed both sides of her head and she was immediately submissive and more attentive to what she was doing. I watch her head slowly descend on my cock taking each inch without hurry down her throat. My groan inspired her to press further until her lips touched the base before she began to bob up and down. Mom's tongue swirled around the shaft then she licked the robust vein than ran underneath sending shivers through me. Smiling wickedly now she flickers her tongue over the head causing me to visibly shudder before she engulfed the entire length making it disappear. Her eyes never left mine and she saw when I bit my lip to keep from crying out. A mistake on my part as she wanted to hear me praise her cock sucking skills more; I saw her cheeks cave in as she applied suction and her head moved up and down now holding nothing back.

"Damn woman," I groaned. "You're gonna suck my sperm straight from my balls!"

I think that was the idea. I tightened the grip on her hair and she purred around the length of me as her head continued moving up and down on me. She managed to pull her head back enough to pose a question.

"Do you want to fuck my throat now or my pussy," she purred.

"Tough choice," I said. "How wet is your pussy?"

"I am soaked Jon," she told me.

"Show me," I said letting go of her hair and moving to give her access to the stone coffin.

Mom stood up and placed one foot on the coffin and then bent over. She looked over her shoulder as she slowly lifted up her dress revealing her quivering thigh that was slick with her juices and then her wet slit and puckered asshole came into view.

"I have to agree that is one soaked slit you got there mom," I said moving to stand behind her. "Tell me what you want."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM please fuck my pussy Jon," she growled. "Slam that long thick cock of yours into my cunt!"

I nodded and eased just the head between her pussy lips.

"Show me how bad you want it," I whispered.

She lowered her foot and braced her arms against the ornate chest decoration of the sarcophagus and thrust her hips back hard.

"THIS MUCH," she cried out as she impaled herself.

"UNNNNNNNNN," I grunted feeling her tight sex gripping me as she flexed her internal muscles. "I see you really want me to fuck you."

I grabbed her by her hips and pulled back slowly hearing her soft gasp and then like she did rammed my body forward transfixing her with my cock.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she hollered uncaring who heard.

I began moving my hips and she met each and every thrust with one of her own. My mom was on a mission to climax and how. The wet slapping sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the crypt's walls and I wondered if the girls could hear it from the house. We set a nice steady rhythm and that talented pussy of hers kept squeezing me every time I pulled back. Under normal circumstances I would be close to coming but after my little trysts I was good to go for a while yet. Mom on the other hand was panting and moaning as her first orgasm crept up on her.

"You gonna cum for me," I asked and she could only nod fiercely. "Well make it a good one."

Our speed picked up along with the force behind our movements and soon I was piercing her deeper and deeper than before. I could see the light layer of sweat forming on her skin and her body began to shake now and I knew she was really close. As she got closer and closer I spit on her asshole and teased it with an index finger. 

"JONNNNNNNNNNNNNN what are you doing..." she moaned.

"Nothing," I said with a slight lilt to my voice.

"Liar," she said as her eyes widened and with a sharp cry she thrust back and ground her ass against me.

Even as she came I thrust my finger deep into her ass and her cry went up an octave and she came a second time right after the first one. I think she tried to say something but her surprise robbed her of whatever it was she might have said. Panting and leaning heavily on the stone coffin I eased my finger from her twat and wiped it on her dress. 

"You are an evil child," she finally managed to say when she could speak again.

"Do you really want to see evil mother dearest," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM you know I do baby," she moaned.

"You might find something bigger than my finger up your ass," I warned.

"Oh no not that," she said mockingly. "Please mister, don't fuck my virgin ass!"

I pulled out of her and spun her around to face me her eyes holding a challenge in them.

"Sit," I told her and she did. "Spread your legs as wide as you can."

Again she did as she was told and placed one foot on either side of coffin's upper ledge. Damn I didn't know she was that limber. I took a step forward and she took my cock in hand and pointed the tip at her asshole.

"I dare you," she moaned. "You'd never ass fuck your mother."

I took another step forward and we both groaned as my cock sank deep into her ass.

"Oh GOD baby fuck mommy's ass," she begged me. "Stretch me out real good."

I thrust my hips impaling mom to the hilt with my cock. She let out a choked cry of ecstasy just before I began fucking her ass in earnest. I leaned down and kissed her even as she unbuttoned her dress and placed my hands on her large firm tits. As our tongued dueled my cock penetrated her ass as far as it could go and her moans of pleasure were muffled. I moved slowly at first knowing that once I started I was going to shoot deep in her rectum. Positioned as she was I was in complete control of how fast and how hard I drove into her. My cock pistoned in and out of her now at a good steady pace and her moans grew louder and longer. Then I was thrusting hard and fast and each time I hit bottom I was rewarded with a nice slap when our bodies met. Each slap was echoed with a grunt from mom as she got ready to come again.

"UNN UNNN UNNNNN," she moaned in my mouth. 

I found her nipples and pinched them lightly at first but the harder my cock slammed into her ass the more pressure I put on her nipples. She tore her mouth from mine and cried out now.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS JON... oh god yes fuck me... drill my tight little asshole baby!"

That might have reached the house, oh well. The slapping sounds began to blur together as I thrust as hard and fast as I could and my cock was swelling deep inside of her stretching her tighter hole as I was on the verge of climaxing. I changed things up at the very end and slowed my attack but thrust harder still using my body weight now to ram my cock into her. I pinched her nipples as hard as I could and even as her eyes rolled up in her head and she screamed my cock swelled and pulses of hot cum shot deep into her ass as I ground against her my cry blending with hers. We were a matched set I was covered in sweat and panting and gasping for breath after so strong a climax. 

"Jon... you naughty boy you fucked your mother up the ass again..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM YES I DID," I said before kissing her once more.

Mom even licked my cock clean before we got dressed and returned to the house. We found the girls surfing the web and updating their social network sites and being smart about not mentioning London. Mom and I sat down and attacked some of the cold pizza and I didn't miss the look between the twins who knew I had a habit of eating after sex.

"Somebody's hungry," Carol said.

"Yes they are," Colleen added with a grin.

"Ooh I love cold pizza," Veronika said completely missing the message and we all laughed. "What?"

Mom snatched two pieces of pizza and a bottle of soda as she got to her feet.

"Leaving already," I asked and she nodded.

"Your father will be worried," she said as she walked towards the door.

I rose and walked her out as the twins raced from their seats and hugged her tightly.

"I will see you guys before you go, now behave yourselves or whatever passes for that these days."

"Tell dad hi and that we miss him," I said and the twins nodded in agreement.

"I'll tell him." Mom said and then looked intently at Veronika. "I'm not leaving without a hug from you young lady."

Veronika jumped to her feet and hugged my mom fiercely and even let out a soft little sound of contentment when my mom hugged her back. 

"You're not alone in this, not by far," my mom whispered to her.

"Thanks, I needed to hear that," Veronika said letting go reluctantly.

"You are the best," I told mom and she just smiled her 'I know' smile.

The door closed and suddenly it was if a light had left and the house was noticeably darker because of it. Suddenly I was in the center of a group hug and we just held each other for a very long time.

We lugged two mattresses down from the second floor and placed them in front of the fireplace and found clean sheets in the linen closet and hunkered down for the rest of the night. The girls changed back into their 'pajamas' we had bought at the lingerie store and we snuggled beneath the covers. When I closed my eyes I had a twin on either side of me and Veronika lying next to colleen. However, when I woke up in the wee hours to empty my bladder I found that Veronika had somehow managed to crawl on top of me without waking me or the twins. Her head was resting contently on my chest and her hips were right above mine. If I didn't have to piss so bad I might have taken advantage of the situation but that was not the case here.

"Veronika," I whispered and got nothing. "Ver-on-i-ka..."

"MMMMM?" she groaned.

"I... have... to... pee..."

"What?"

"Get up... I have to pee real bad..."

"Oh... OH... hehe... sorry," she whispered as she wiggled her way down my body.

I slithered down in the same direction careful not to wake the twins but I had barely taken three steps when I heard those soft frightened voices.

"Jon?! Where are you going Jon?" Carol asked.

"Don't leave us Jon!" Colleen said.

"I Have To Pee!" I said and was soon joined by the entire trio. "What are you doing?"

"Cold air we have to pee too," they all three said in eerie unison.

"Jeez well let's hurry up then," I said and stomped out to the main hall and the up the stairs to the second floor then down the damnable hall to the fucking bathroom with three girls clinging to me.

"Me first," Carol said leaping ahead and beating me to the door.

"DAMN IT!" I cursed.

"Ahhhhhhhh," I heard echo from the bathroom accompanied by the tinkling sound of her peeing.

Oh but the mutiny wasn't done yet Veronika and Colleen raced in next and yes I had to wait for them to go before I could. I was cursing a blue streak when they finally let me in and they stood and watched in utter fascination as I took a piss.

"Really," I said as I took aim.

But they just batted their eyes and I focused my attention and damn it wouldn't you know even though my bladder was ready to burst I couldn't do it while they watched.

"What's wrong Jon," Carol asked. "Can't perform with an audience?"

I glared at her as the trio giggled and I remembered the Evil Bitch and saw her now in her true form. I tried to ignore them but it just wouldn't happen. I had the same problem when I was in prison. It was a privacy thing I guess. 

"Do we need to go," Colleen asked.

"It's awful dark out there," Veronika said looking out at the hallway.

"If you don't leave I will pee in the bathtub and make all three of you clean it out tomorrow," I threatened.

That did the trick the trio turned away and gave me at least the illusion of privacy. After what seemed like forever my aching bladder was empty.

"Boy he did need to go didn't he," Carol remarked.

"Yeah his tonsils must have been floating," Colleen added.

"Are you guys always this mean," Veronika asked.

"Only outside the bedroom," the twins said.

"Good, I have been holding back and didn't want to come off as vindictive or something," Veronika said with an evil grin.

"Fuck me," I cursed.

"OKAY!!!!" they all three shouted.

We made our way down stairs and a creak sent the girls racing for the mattresses and the firelight. When I arrived they were huddled together and looking up at me with wide eyes and soft smiles.

"What the hell do you want," I asked not amused.

"We never got our bedtime story," Carol said.

"Yes, how can we sleep without a story big brother," Colleen purred.

"Please," Veronika asked with her lower lip stuck out.

"I don't know after that bathroom stunt," I said.

"We're sorry," the twins said.

"Yes very sorry," crooned Veronika.

"I don't know..." I said.

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," they all begged.

"Oh fuck it all... okay but just one," I said folding under the overwhelming cute factor.

I sat with my back to the fire and the girls sat opposite me under the covers sitting up and looking so very eager.

"Now let me see..." I began.

The Three Little Sluts and the Big Bad Cock...

Once upon a time in the enchanted land of Orgasm there lived three little sluts. The first little slut lived in a cardboard box by the river. The second little slut lived in a homemade tent under the overpass and the third little slut lived in a doublewide in tornado alley. One day the Big Bad Cock got out of jail and needed some bitches to work for him. So he went to the first little slut, driving up in his fine looking pimp mobile and honked and she came a running. When he rolled down the window she realized who he was.

"Oh NO," she said, "It's the Big Bad Cock!"

She skedaddled back into her cardboard box for cover but that wasn't going to stop him. 

"Little slut little slut let me in," he called out.

"No fucking way asshole," she replied.

He got out and lifted up the box with her in it and dumped her out onto her knees.

"Please Mr. Big Bad Cock don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Well I might forgive you running off if you make it up to me," he said in deep dark voice.

"How could I do that," she said licking her lips.

"If you Lick and Suck and I Blow down your throat," he said.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I'll try," the first little slut said as she unzipped his pants and his monster cock flopped out. "Oh my, what a big head you have."

"The better to open you up my dear," he chuckled.

The first little slut stroked him and licked him until he was half way hard.

"Oh my, what a thick shaft you have," she said.

"The better to stretch you out my dear," he groaned.

The first little slut managed to get a third of his cock down her throat before choking.

"Oh my, what a long cock you have," she coughed.

"The better to fuck with you my dear," he said. "Now get to sucking bitch!"

The first little slut resigned to her terrible fate licked and sucked and with a terrible cry he shot down her dirty little throat.

The Big Bad Cock tossed her into the back seat and drove on. While cruising the hood he saw another little slut sitting in front of her make shift tent. Seeing a client she got up and went to the car. When he rolled down the window she saw who it was and screaming ran into her tent.

"Oh NO it's the Big Bad Cock," she quivered in fear.

"Little slut little slut let me in," he called out from his pimpmobile.

"Fuck off ass wipe," she replied.

He got out and dragged her out by her ankle and looked down angrily at her.

"Please Mr. Big Bad Cock don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Well I might if you make it up to me," he chuckled.

"How can I do that," she asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM you got some mighty fine titties on you and that's no lie. Why don't you rub and lick and let me blow all over you?"

So the second little slut unzipped him and gazed as his half hard cock fell out.

"Oh my, what a big head you have," she moaned.

"The better to open you up my dear," he murmured.

The second little slut stroked him and licked him until he was nearly hard.

"Oh my, what a thick shaft you have," she said.

"The better to stretch you out my dear," he groaned.

The second little slut wrapped her titties around the shaft and began to rub him.

"Oh my, what a long cock you have," she coughed.

"The better to fuck with you my dear," he said. "Now get to work bitch!"

So the second little slut got onto her back and the Big Bad Cock straddled her chest and after she pushed her tits together he started sliding his dick nice and slow. So the second little slut rubbed and licked and he blew all over her... face and tits and hair and even got some in her eye for good measure. Half blind and half drowned the Big Bad Cock tossed her in the back seat with the first little slut.

Still needing another bitch for his harem the Big Bad Cock drove over to the trailer park and the third little slut came running out. But just like before when he rolled down his window she ran off screaming.

"Holy Shit it's the Big Bad Cock," she hollered in her Southern drawl.

"Little slut little slut let me in," he called out from his pimpmobile.

"Fuck off and die Yankee scum," she replied.

He got out and kicked in the door to her double wide and dodged the shotgun blast. He knocked the gun out of her hand and bitch slapped her to the floor.

"Please Mr. Big Bad Cock don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Crazy bitch you tried to shoot me, but seeing as I need another whore I might if you make it up to me," he said smiling.

"How can I do that," she asked. "I have a sore throat and my titties are itty bitty?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM a sore throat is no fun that is true. And your boobs are lacking so I'll give you a clue. Cowgirl or doggy is fine so I'll leave it to you."




Evil Bitch Ch. 05



So the third little slut unzipped him and gazed as his hard cock poked out.

"Oh my, what a big head you have," she moaned.

"The better to open you up my dear," he murmured.

The third little slut stroked him and licked him until he was slick and ready.

"Oh my, what a thick shaft you have," she said.

"The better to stretch you out my dear," he groaned.

The third little slut fingered her pussy until she was nice and wet.

"Oh my, what a long cock you have," she purred.

"The better to fuck with you my dear," he said. "Now get on your knees bitch!"

So the third little slut did doggy and cowgirl and rode him real long. He stretched out her pussy and filled it with dong. She came three times and begged for his come. Then he rammed his cock home and filled her with cum.

"The end," I said and lay down on the mattress and closed my eyes. "Nite nite."

"OH HELL NO," Carol said and I heard clothing flying.

"AFTER THAT..." Colleen moaned as she rubbed her body against mine.

"WE NEED COCK!" Veronika said and crawled on top of me again and pressed her naked form over mine.

It was the crack of dawn when they finally lay down to sleep and the fire was dead and cold in the hearth. Exhausted and not a little sore I grabbed a sheet and found a spot on the couch, alone. Content and not a little impressed with myself I closed my eyes for a good days sleep.

Umbra woke me at noon sharp and I found the girls still asleep so I slipped upstairs and ran a nice hot bath to soak in and spend time thinking of what comes next. I pulled back the shower curtain and took a good long look at the massive cast iron lion footed tub. I could lay in it and my feet not touch the other side, it was awesome! I prayed Nick was able to get the utilities turned on or this was going to be a ball shriveller if ever there was one. But a bit later on when steam rose from the tub I knew I would soon be enjoying a small but simple pleasure. It took a while to fill the tub and I had barely slipped beneath its surface when they showed up, well so much for a quiet bath alone. Now don't get me wrong I adore the girls but a man needs some alone time. The trio stood with coy expressions and much batting of eye lashes.

"Oh hell," I murmured. "I forgot the shampoo and body wash downstairs. Go get it and... join me there's room for everyone."

Which was true and I suppose I shouldn't be selfish especially when our world was turned upside-down so. They also managed to summon up towels and wash clothes on their return trip. Soon the tub was full of water and bodies. I was coaxed to the center and while Carol washed my hair, Colleen scrubbed my back and Veronika did my arms, rinse lather repeat. Soon everybody was washing everybody else and before long we were all nice and clean. Thanks to mom we had clean clothes and fresh food. Though I suspect some of it was Nick's idea as well. So after a hot bath and a cold breakfast we were recharged and ready for the rest of our day. 

I wanted to explore the house some more after discovering the secret room in the closet of the master bedroom; the girls not so much. So I left them to their own devices and starting on the first floor began to look for more hidden panels and such. So starting with the ballroom I began looking, knocking and investigating each and every bit of wall. I soon realized that this was going to take forever.

"Umbra can you help here," I asked.

"You want me to scan for hidden panels Master," she asked.

"Yeah, otherwise I fear I won't find anything before I have to leave for London," I told her.

"I can adjust the watch's parameters it will take a moment or two... there... scanning..."

So with Umbra's help I found nothing on the first floor much to my disappointment. The second floor though yielded a second hidden room attached to the upper part of the library. This looked like a private collection of rare books, scrolls and stone tablets. Unlike the other room this had no furnishings except the shelves and cases that held the vast array of documents. A quick glance told me that most of the books were not written in English and the scrolls and tablets were either covered in hieroglyphics or what looked like chicken scratch, what Umbra later told me was called cuneiform. What was obvious to me is that there was a decidedly common theme among all the books from what I could determine from the illustrations. They were works of dark lore and magic. Maybe that is why Old Man Miller went nuts. He read this crap and decided to sacrifice his family to some dark master of his. It was as valid an idea as anything else. 

"Any chance you could scan these books and things," I asked Umbra.

Since we were alone and isolated she actually appeared and walked around the room looking at the items tapping her index finger against her lower lip.

"Well," she let the last consonant hang in the air a good long while. "The scrolls and tablets are easy; they are flat and only one surface to scan. Now the books are another matter entirely. You would have to sit there and turn each and every page for me to do it."

"Fuck," I cursed, "that'll take forever."

"That's if 'I' do it," she said hinting that there was another way.

"Who can do it better and quicker," I asked.

She didn't like the sound of that at all Umbra had her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side glaring at me.

"Okay, let me put that another way," I said and she pursed her lips and waited. "Well, because of your design limit... um... since your peripherals were designed for my personal use maybe there is another avatar with different... um... equipment?"

She smiled and nodded and I actually wiped my forehead I was sweating so bad, women.

"Nicely put Master," she smiled devilishly. "Yes there is a workhorse designed for just this sort of data retrieval and storage but I am not sure we have clearance to use it."

"Can you check please," I asked nicely.

"Of course Master," she said. "Initiate probe request priority Umbrakhor."

"Well," I asked and she shook her head. "What about me, why don't you see if I have clearance?"

"Very well," she said with a smile. "Initiate probe request priority Jon Masters."

There was a brief pause and she smiled in surprise.

"It is on its way, I suggest you open a nearby window."

I stepped out to the library and slid open one of the large round windows then returned to the hidden library. I was absently examining some of the shelved tomes when Umbra cleared her throat. I turned around and came face to face with the black metallic sphere that hovered silently before me. I took a step back in surprise and the pleasant male voice spoke.

"I apologize Master Jon for my sudden appearance," it said.

"That's quite alright, I hope um Master Nick doesn't mind me taking up your time with a personal project," I said.

"The acquisition of knowledge is never a burden Master Jon," it replied.

"There are two rooms I would like scanned if that is okay," I asked.

"That will not impede upon my performance Sir."

"Great, well there is this room to start with," I said gesturing to the books and whatnot. "Do I need to remove anything from their cases or shift the books around?"

"Let me check," it said and sent out a bright violet beam and after a few seconds it continued. "No nothing appears out of my ability to scan and the other room?"

"Well follow me," I said and let him to the master bedroom and from there into the closet and through the secret door. "This is a private study I believe."

"Interesting, shall I scan the loose papers on the desk as well?"

"If that isn't a problem," I asked.

"No not at all Sir, but if you could set them out so that they are visible from above that would be a great help."

"I'll take care of that right away."

"Do you wish the files saved to your portable device or accessible upon the Numenor server?"

"My portable device please, these are private papers."

"As you wish Sir, I am glad I am able to aid you in this service. While I am here would you like the contents of the larger library scanned as well?"

"Um... would that be an issue?"

"Oh not at all, it might prove convenient as in the future it might take longer for a probe to be readily available."

"Sure, that would be fantastic!"

"Excellent Sir, since this room is the smaller of the two I will begin here. I will contact Umbrakhor when I am finished."

"Thank you," I said and turned to leave.

"No, thank you Master Jon," the probe replied.

The third floor was a bust too as far as hidden passages or the like. So I stood on the widow's walk and looked out at the sea wondering what London was going to be like. Would I be any good at this General Manager's position? Tons of questions and no answers were whirling around in my head. Then I thought of my mom and dad and wanted to make them proud. They both would tell me not to worry about the future or the past and just live in the here and now. That brought a bit of comfort and made my stress level drop a few notches. 

"Master Nick has sent you a message Sir," Umbra said.

"What is it?"

"He says that he is on his way to Japan for a business meeting and should be back in a few days. When you are ready to leave he has left a contact number for a private jet for your trip to London. He and Kat wish you the best of luck. He also adds a post script; don't worry about any legal issues all is well on that front."

"Send him a reply, good luck in Japan and kick some butt."

"Master," Umbra said.

"Yes?"

"We have not scanned the basement," she said.

"Do you think there could be something down there?"

"I was thinking with all the unopened crates, maybe there was a room nearby that was being used to store larger items."

"Brilliant, let's go have a look," I praised her.

I unlocked the basement door and the girls were peering around the corner at me.

"You really want to explore that basement Jon," Carol asked.

"Yeah, it's the only place left that might hold the answers," I replied.

"What sort of answers," Colleen asked.

"You mean the murders," Veronika said.

"Exactly," I said determined.

I climbed down the spiral staircase and decided to scan the room before I took up the crowbar and began opening crates again. We began examining the exterior walls first and had covered about eighty percent when Umbra found something. 

"There is a hidden door that leads beneath the backyard," she said.

"The backyard, well that's certainly strange... unless there is a tunnel that leads to the mausoleum."

"Only one way to find out Master," she offered.

She activated the lenses and there were blue cross hairs over the hidden switch to open the door. I pressed the stone and it shifted inward and with a grinding sound the door slid into the wall. Behind me a hum started up, a generator, and lights flickered to life illuminating the tunnel. 

"Okay let's go," I said cheerily loving the sense of adventure.

The tunnel led straight for twenty feet and continued on but there was also a side passage that headed left and right for at least twenty more feet in either direction.

"Begin mapping this please," I asked.

"Yes Master," Umbra replied.

"Any suggestions," I asked her.

"Hold on one moment while I try something," she said when suddenly the lights flared and then returned to their normal level. 

"What did you do?"

"I sent a small surge through the generator, seeing as each and every room is likely lit by the wiring. I was able to trace the entire circuit and make a crude map."

She promptly displayed the layout of the wiring and the place was more complex than I first believed. But after looking it over I could see that there was one spot set off from the others. I pointed to it and she marked it with a blue X. Without another word we used her map and soon passed through three ceremonial chambers of polished stone. Each chamber had an intricate magical circle inlaid into the floor in what appeared to be marble. Umbra scanned each circle and began a search for their meaning or use for me. The fourth chamber possessed an altar of polished dark stone, possibly black granite and was intricately etched with arcane characters and symbols. What was truly disturbing were the dark brick red stains on the top of the altar and I prayed it was animal blood and not human.

The next chamber was the one we had been heading for and when we got in line of sight saw the heavy oaken door with more symbols deeply carved into the wood. I began heading down the hallway when Umbra cried out.

"Stop!"

My foot was in the air but it was the long years of dust on the floor that gave the faintest hint of the trigger plate I had almost stepped on. I let out a long breath of relief and thank her profusely.

"Thanks Umbra," I whispered afraid to speak any louder than that.

"You are welcome Master Jon," she said with a purr. "It appears the trap lock is located to your left. There is one block that appears slightly more worn that the others.

"Okay here goes nothing," I said twisting my body and pressing the stone block and with relief I heard the distinct 'click'.

I lowered the foot very slowly and applied just a bit of pressure but nothing happened. I had her scan the rest of the hall and found no other obvious traps. Though her scan of the door indicated a power supply attached to the key hole and the actual lock release was one of the rivets on the top hinge. I depressed the rivet and the door opened on its own revealing what appeared to be either another private study or an alchemist's lab seeing all the bottles of various sizes and colored glass on the far wall. 

"The room is not trapped Master," Umbra whispered.

In the middle of the room an elegant high backed chair facing away from the door. I approached and stopped when I saw a sleeve on the arm of the chair.

"No, there are no life signs in the room, besides you Master," she reassured.

That meant he or she was dead or it was just clothes laid out on the arm of a chair. I moved in quick strides passed the chair and turned to see which the case was. 

"Oh their dead alright," I said making a face.

The violet light scanned the body and in no time at all I had a holographic recreation of the mummified corpse sitting with its head lolling to one side. Then she ran facial recognition and discovered a newspaper article from the 1930's. This was the missing heir of the Miller Estate one Tobias Miller Esquire. 

"There are no obvious signs of foul play Master but that does not rule out poison," she added cheerily. "He is wearing a platinum ring on his left ring finger. The design on its surface appears to be the Great Seal as it is called in the circles of practitioners of the Art."

She seemed quite pleased with herself. I squatted down and slipped the ring from his finger and found it both heavy and very well made.

"It's beautiful in its own way," I said admiring it. "What's the substance on the surface Umbra?"

"Aromatic wax probably used for documents and letters as a sign of his signature and place of office."

I held the ring in one hand and used my thumbnail to remove the crusty wax when the design shifted.

"What the hell," I cursed.

"Interesting, the ring possesses two crests Master," Umbra tittered in delight.

I pushed the pivoting plate with my thumb and the second crest came into view. I gasped when I recognized it.

"That looks like the design on the hidden door except instead of three swords there are three lightning bolts, cool!"

"It would appear that Tobias Miller Esquire was a member of the Silver Twilight Lodge," she mused.

"Can you run a check on the Miller family and see who survived besides Elizabeth and see if any of them are members of this lodge? It would only be right to return the ring to its proper owner."

"You are a good Master," Umbra commented as I thought I could almost hear the whirring and buzzing as she scoured online records for birth, death and marriage certificates.

While she did that I examined the rest of the room more carefully especially the roll top desk and the papers littering its surface. Most of the loose papers appeared to be correspondence from various members of the lodged from all over the world, how cool! I opened the drawers and found ledgers of the family finances and holdings and damn was it extensive! The Millers owned property not only locally but all over the country and even a few overseas. So this must have been his quiet place to get away from everybody and clear his head. I walked over to the far wall and looked at the bottles and quickly learned they were wines and liquors. Some were well over a hundred years old! I like your style old man, I thought to myself as I found a bottle of scotch. I saw that it was sealed and shrugged and cracked the lid and toasted to his discovery and to his eventual proper burial. 

"HOO HOO Smooth," I said with a warm smile.

I few more sips and I was ready to explore the rest of the tunnels when I stopped. I set the bottle down on the table and looked around. Something was wrong with this picture. Why would he trap the hallway and electrify the door for just some lousy papers? He wouldn't that's what, I was missing something else. 

"Umbra display map schematic," I said.

The shimmering blue map appeared the rooms explored were displayed to scale including this one.

"Overlay a scaled representation of the property including the graveyard."

A green grid snapped over the map and there not twenty feet away from our current location was the mausoleum. Coincidence, hell no! 

"Have you scanned this room for hidden doors?"

"I have Master and found nothing."

"Did you scan the floor?"

"No... for a meat intelligence you are brilliant," she praised me, I think.

"Um thanks," I replied at her unusual statement. "So where is it?"

"Just below the chair that is holding the late Tobias Miller."

I squatted down and saw that the chair was in fact attached directly to the floor.

"Oh you sneaky bastard," I said smiling. "Scan the chair for devices or some sort of mechanism."

"The left arm of the chair in hinged, I believe the mechanism is below that."

I hesitated for it meant moving the corpse of Tobias. No guts no glory I suppose. I lifted the body up and found it surprisingly light. I carefully set it down on the floor and apologized.

"Sorry Tobias but duty calls," I said taking his place in the chair.

I lifted up the arm and saw an intricate inset into the wood. I could clearly see the three lightning bolts and knew his ring was the key. I slipped it onto my left ring finger and twisted to that the crest was facing palm upwards. When I settled my hand into place the ring slid into the lock without any problems. 

'Click... whirrrrrrrrrrrr... CLACK...'

The room disappeared and I was moving downwards at a pretty good speed and prayed the brakes on this one man elevator still worked. The temperature dropped and when the contacts shifted to low light I could see natural rock walls sliding by. Then with a stomach lurching stop the chair had reached its destination. I hoped it remained here until I returned otherwise I was fucked. There were no lights in this place and if not for the contacts I would be lost in a stygian darkness that was as primordial as the depths of space. 

I stood up and stepped away from the chair and it remained stock still and I let out a sigh of relief. The cavern I was in was damp, cold and dark as the grave. What a charming thought. I headed in the general direction of the mausoleum hoping that would produce some clues as to the purpose of this cavern. Despite the fact that this was a natural cave the area was amazingly free of debris. After good hundred or so paces I saw it and I stopped dead in my tracks. No fucking way! The arch must have measured at least a hundred feet high and etched into the living rock were those damnable characters from the Rosetta stone. Even though I had only seen them once I recognized their distinct shaped and alien-ness. Each symbol was the size of a man's fist and there must have been hundreds of them at least. I could not imagine what effort it must have taken to create this monument to a dead culture. The condition of the letters was superb and appeared to have been created recently but that was impossible. The tablet was thousands of years old and this... had to be at least that old. But how could an Egyptian artifact and this arch possibly be connected and yet I knew deep down that it was. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 05



"Have you deciphered the fourth set of symbols on that tablet Umbra?"

"Yes Master, shall I scan and translate for you Master?"

"Uh huh," I said holding up the watch and the violet light lit up the chamber like an impossible sunset beneath the earth.

"Much of it may take some time to completely decipher but I have found a passage I recognize Master. It says... Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, which means in his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

"Where the hell did you possibly recognize that from," I asked horrified at the sounds of those terrible words being spoken. 

"The probe has finished scanning the two smaller rooms and is currently working on the main library. The private library contained a book with that passage within its pages Master."

"So you already have access to Old Man Miller's occult library," I asked.

"Yes Master, I am terribly sorry I didn't inform you."

"That's fine," I said staring at the arch and feeling a soul stealing chill pass through me.

I continued forward and it felt like the darkness was slithering at the edges of my vision. I walked in silence and was disappointed that my footsteps weren't echoing off the rock walls, it just wasn't natural. The cavern walls fell away and I entered a space so vast my vision could no longer see the limitations of it, if borders it possessed. Still I walked on curiosity trumping good sense. I saw something looming in the distance now and at first I thought it was the statue of a stocky man. For statue it was but a man it was not. Its body was bloated and rubbery and crowning its shoulders some hideous likeness between man and fish possessing the worst qualities of both species. Clutched in the things webbed hands was a trident of wicked design made for both slashing and piercing its foe. The trident appeared to be covered in gold leaf and shone despite the lack of illumination against the dark native stone. The statue stood at least twenty feet high and possessed a queer lifelike quality to it that was most disturbing. 

The next statue, for it seemed like I had entered some sort of gallery of these horrific two story monstrosities, was worse than the last. The base of the beast was cone shape and protruding from the top of that cone were four tentacles each ending in a different sort of 'appendage'. Two of the tentacles appeared to be manipulators and ended in three pseudo fingers. One of the tentacles possessed an organ with four tube-like formations whose purpose was anyone's guess. The last was the absolute worst of the lot for it ended in a round insect head with three eyes spaced at equal distance around the equator of the thing. It hand a mandible mouth with evil looking pincers and a mouth of sharp teeth.

And one after the next the horror show continued. Each statue possessed that same eerie quality of pseudo life and whoever the artists were they spaced the damnable things so that once you could no longer see one the next came into view. A great circle of these things abided in the gallery and whether it was curiosity or just plain self abuse that allowed me to forge ahead I don't think I will ever know. I lost count of the things but at last I came to the trident carrying fellow and welcomed the sight of him as I would an old lost friend. He wasn't so hideous just a little misunderstood I told myself. I decided to see what was at the center of the gallery and strode off in that direction. Soon I saw a figure far taller than the rest at least fifty feet tall and a chimera of many different things all thrown together. I called it the father of nightmares. I first noticed the massive bat wings stretched so very far and then my eyes were drawn to the things head, like a great octopus it was with a beard of slitering tentacles and two enormous black eyes that swallowed you up whole. The body was bloated and it was roughly humanoid but its fingers ended in wicked sharp claws and its feet ghastly talons made for rending flesh. What haunted dream did you step out of big fella? Are you the one that the arch talks about? Are you Dreaming Cthulhu? I shivered then and turned to leave having seen more than I had really wanted.

"Jon," said a voice. "Where are you going Jon? You've come all this way just to leave?"

The voice had a definite foreign accent to it and I wondered if a victim of dead Tobias Miller had come back to haunt me.

"Who is there," I asked.

"I am wisdom and understanding," the voice said again.

"Let us go Master," Umbra urged. "That is the voice of madness and ruin."

"I have never seen the voice of wisdom and understanding or the voice of madness and ruin either for that matter. Come on show yourself!"

"I am here," he said and out from the darkness strode a man of indeterminate age dressed in a fine black suit and possessing the swarthy skin of someone from the Middle East. 

"Do you have a name besides wisdom and understanding," I asked.

"You may call me Nyarlathotep," he said smiling serenely.

"Are you Egyptian," I asked the last part of his name sounding a lot like Imhotep.

"Yes," he said.

"What are you doing down here?"

"When you used the chair to come down here I was alerted to your arrival."

"So you live near here?"

"Yes, very near," he replied moving ever closer.

"Well perhaps we can conclude this discussion upstairs," I said.

"No, you see I too am a member of the Order," he said displaying a silver ring with the familiar three swords and eye. "You have entered into a sensitive situation Jon."

"I am not sure I understand what you mean this isn't my ring I found it and only used it to get down here."

"Curiosity and cats Jon... tsk-tsk... now let me explain something," he said stopping five feet from me. "You have put the ring of the Sublime Master on your hand. That for all intents and purposes makes you the Sublime Master. It is a very prestigious and lucrative position within the Order."

"I have money thanks," I said raising my hand to end the conversation.

"Not this sort of money," Nyarlathotep said. "We are talking life altering disgustingly wealthy sort of means; if you are worthy to wear that ring that is."

"Who determines if I am worthy, you?"

"Hmm as a matter of fact yes," he said smoothly. "I can only imagine you've gone through Tobias' desk and seen the stocks and land he owns. All that and more can be yours if you pass a simple test."

I raised an eyebrow and made a disdainful face.

"I am supposed to believe you that all this will be mine. What's in it for you?"

"Very good question and the answer is simply this. The position of Sublime Master has been vacant for a very long time. The Order suffers from the lack of that key individual. When a machine as complex as the Order is missing a cog of such importance it stutters and moves inefficiently. You will grease the wheels and add order to the Order."

"If I pass a simple test, and what will my duties be as Sublime Master?"

"Duties include answering correspondence from high ranking members and dolling out revenue to key players to keep things going. You will also collect revenue for others to pay for your expenses and salary of course."

"What kind of salary are we talking about," I asked just to be nice and sure I was a little curious.

"Let's talk about that after the test," he said. "Follow me Jon."

He turned and headed right between the father of nightmares legs. 

"Master, please let us leave this place," Umbra was begging now.

"Have you scanned him," I asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"And what did you determine?"

"He comes off as perfectly normal human with no augmentations of any kind," she said. "So how can he see in absolute darkness?"

"Point taken," I said still standing where I was.

"Come on Jon it'll be fun," called the distant figure.

Greed it was pure and simple. My instincts were screaming for me to run as fast as I could. If I were back in prison I would have. But I didn't and it cost me... big time, though I didn't know it at the time.

"I am going to regret this," I muttered as I walked over to the tall Egyptian fellow.

Between the legs of the octopus headed beastie stood Nyarlathotep and in his hands a silver box. It was beautifully crafted and upon its lid was the crest that was on my ring, three lightning bolts forming a triangle with an eye in the middle. When I was close enough he handed me the box and it felt strangely heavy in my hands.

"What's inside?"

"Knowledge and wisdom or perhaps madness and ruin it is all up to you Jon. I will open the box and you look inside and tell me what you see. It's just that simple."

"Okay," I said already regretting that single word.

"Here... we... go..." he said and the lid was lifted.

I actually flinched for a second but inside was a single black dot hovering in a field of white light.

"It's a dot," I said.

"Good and now," he asked.

I looked again and there was what appeared to be a sheet of glass that was slowly rotating but the moment I should have seen the side of it there was the front again. What the hell?

"It's a sheet of glass," I said. "But there's something strange about it."

"What's so strange?"

"It has no thickness to it, it's like looking at a just the height and length of it."

"Perfect, seeing a pattern yet Jon," he asked.

"Wait a minute. The dot was a one dimensional object; a pane of glass is two dimensional..."

"Now what do you see?"

"Hehe it's a cube, a three dimensional object... this is easy."

But that wasn't the end of the test oh no not by a long shot. Expecting the test to end I was sorely disappointed when he said...

"And now?"

I looked and saw the cube but it was different somehow for it was crumbling to dust and then reforming over and over again. I had seen enough sci fi shows to get this one.

"Time, time is the fourth dimension," I said proudly.

"Very good some don't catch on as quickly as you do Jon... and now... what do you see?"

"Wait... what?"

I looked down and there was the cube but there was something wrong now. As it formed and disintegrated and reformed it was slowly rotating and I could see something... something terrible. There was another dimension I could see but it didn't make sense. Part of the cursed cube was falling into itself like a collapsing star.

"What is that... it's collapsing... falling and yet remaining stable?"

"Good, do you want a name for the fifth dimension Jon or shall we move on?"

"No god no let's just get this over with," I said with clenched teeth unable to move my head away now.

"That's the spirit... now what do you see?"

Oh god it was worse than the statues, worse than the king of nightmares that damnable cube. A new aspect of insanity was thrust before my eyes as the cube seemed to change shape and yet it was still a cube. But how was that possible?

"It's changing but remaining the same all the while dissolving and reforming over and over..." I spat out the words.

"That's seven Jon only four more to go you're doing grand really you are. Now... tell me what you see?"

I wanted to scream as my mind tried to wrap around the concepts my eyes unerringly showed me. Shapes and geometries that humans are blessed not to privy to; there are horrid dimensions where the boundaries of sanity are cast aside and consequence precedes action. There are hell worlds where fire burns cold and stairs leading up head downward ever downward. I choked out the words until with blissful mercy I peered beyond the last pale and crumbled into darkness and mind numbing sleep.

I awoke on the couch with the girls around me and could not recall how I got there.

"How," I asked my voice thin as a whisper.

"We found you here a few hours after you went into the basement. Are you alright you been sleeping for hours," the twins asked.

"We've been worried sick we couldn't wake you," Veronika said.

"I'm fine now, I've got you three to keep me..." god help me I almost said safe. "...company."

"I think you need some fresh air," Carol said.

"Yes Jon let's go outside this musty old house," Colleen offered.

"The backyard is close and we can sit out and watch the stars," Veronika added.

"I think I would like that," I said and we all walked out and sat out on the grass.

The girls made small talk and I just listened and smiled even though some nameless burden weighed heavy on my heart.

"Jon...?"

"Huh?"

"You went away again," Colleen said as she lay down on the grass looking up at the stars.

"Come on Jon lay down with us," Carol asked following Colleen's lead.

Veronika and I were both prostrate on the ground and looking up at the galaxy above us. With no city lights anywhere near the sky exploded with stars. Soon we were picking out constellations and long after the girls had exhausted what they knew I was pointing and naming them. Then apparently in full manic mode I was now naming individual stars some in English and many not. The harsh guttural tones were beginning to upset the girls and me with equal panic.

"Jon... Jon, stop it Jon... please stop," Carol was shaking me.

But still my lips formed those terrible sounds and it was Colleen's voice that cut through the fog.

"Veronika... what the hell are you doing?"

Down went my zipper and cool fingers were reaching for me.

"I know one sure fire way of getting a man's undivided attention."

I felt her warm lips around me and suddenly as if by magic I was back to my old self. My cock grew hard between her lips and her head was moving up and down now.

"Oh damn," I muttered.

"Well I'll be," Carol said.

"I wonder if a blowjob could cure cancer," Colleen asked.

"If not a tight pussy can," Carol replied laughing.

I was vaguely aware of the girls getting naked and then tugging off my clothes. Then oh my then the pleasure began to flow like beer from a tap. While Colleen sat on my face grinding her soaked pussy against my lips she and Veronika took turns making love to my cock. Meanwhile Carol got onto her back and slithered between Veronika's legs and began lapping at her pussy and clit. It was a wonderful synergetic position for most of us. Of course after my ordeal I planned on fucking the living shit out of each and every one of them and maybe even more than once if I have my way. If that didn't drown out the images then I don't know what will. 

"One of you sluts get on top of me, the other two can play with each other until I am ready to fuck you," I ordered and there was little hesitation.

Veronika turned her unwavering attention on Carol and likewise while Colleen straddled me and lowered her tight pussy around my cock. When the head slid between her pussy lips she made an O sound and her mouth was wide open as I sank deeper into her. 

"Oh god feels so good," she cried out. "You are stretching me so damn much Jon..."

"So fucking tight tonight Colleen," I grunted.

It took her a while for her to accommodate me inside of her which was a bit unusual but I wasn't complaining. When she was situated she sat there for a while and just caught her breath. She was breathing through her mouth slowly and moaning softly.

"Damn Colleen your pussy is squeezing so tight," I said. "MMMMMM I fucking love it."

Then ever so slowly she began to lift and drop grunting each time. 

"UNNN UNNNN UNNNNN... UH HUH... UH HUH... SSSSSSSSSSSS so damn full..."

Colleen drove her hips up and down all the while her sister and Veronika were locked deep in a 69 position eating each other out a moan or deep guttural growl being heard from time to time. I ran my hands along Colleen's ass caressing her flesh and I was amazed at the new intensity my touch brought to me. It was as if this was the very first time I had ever done it. My sister didn't miss the attention and cooed at the display of affection. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I like that Jon," she moaned.

I thought if she likes that she'll love this. I sat up and lowered my lips to her erect nipples and opened my mouth and let my tongue flick over the sensitive flesh. She tasted like sweat and sex and sunshine. Then I latched on and like a newborn began to suckle at her tit.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNN Jon... oh lord that feels wonderful," she gasped.

She had stopped rising up for now but was rocking her agile hips forward and back to maintain the flow of pleasure between us. I moved to her other nipple and another gasp escaped her lips. My hands moved from her ass to her lower back and then higher still. Wherever I touched I left Goosebumps behind. I tipped Colleen onto her back and her legs immediately went over each of my shoulders and now it was my turn to show her some loving. I moved slowly and pulled only half way out before gently thrusting back into her and her moans and nods urged me on. The pace I set was agonizingly slow but was driving both of us mad with lust. Just the way her pussy massaged my cock was so damn satisfying. I picked up the pace just a little and her grunts of pleasure returned along with her lifting her hips to meet me now. I could tell she was getting close to coming. Her breathing was getting harsh now and I could see it in her face she was right on the edge. I began thrusting harder now and her hips met me with equal force. Just a little bit more and then...

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," she screamed as she lifted and ground her hips against me.

Panting and covered in sweat she dropped down to the grass and lay there quivering. Her smile was infectious and I grinned as I eased out of her and stood up.

"Next?"

That was enough to break the death lock between Carol and Veronika. They both sat up and wiped pussy juice from their faces. Then they looked at each other and Carol gave her the nod. Smiling brilliantly Veronika rose to her feet and launched herself into my arms. I caught her ease and she wrapped her legs around my waist and she reached down and aligned the head of my cock with her slit. I lowered her gently until with a purr the tip opened her up soon to be followed by the thick hard shaft. Once she was completely impaled she looked at me and kissed me fiercely and we began. I lifted and dropped her onto my cock as our tongues did battle. It was a nice leisurely fuck as her tight little pussy squeezed me every so often to add an extra thrill to the mix. Our kiss deepened as did the force of each drop and she was loving it as was I. After one especially deep drop she broke our kiss and cried out loud.

"OH SHIT... OH SHIT... feels so damn good Master," she moaned in my ear. "OH SHIT... OH SHIT... oh hell..."

The last two syllables sounded less enthusiastic and more like something was wrong. Then the light from the flashlight fell on Veronika's face. Without setting her down I turned my body around and then it was my turn for the light in the eyes. I could barely make out the silhouette of a woman.

"Does the owner of this place know what you are doing," she asked with great authority in her voice.

It was then I realized she was a cop.

"Um officer I am the owner of this property," I said and the light left my eyes and I saw the attractive young woman look at me with great intensity.

"And your name is..." she asked.

"My name is Jon Masters and I recently purchased this property from Elizabeth Colton."

She nodded and grabbed the microphone by her neck and called into dispatch checking out my story. While she waited she looked at Veronika's ass and my cock slid deep inside of her.

"Do you want to put the young lady down Mr. Masters?" the cop asked.

"Um I actually like her right where she is and I think she is enjoying it too aren't you?"

Veronika nodded but said nothing. The cop blinked her dark brown eyes and wasn't sure how to proceed. I wasn't rude or threatening and obviously didn't pose a danger to her.





Evil Bitch Ch. 06



Here is the latest installment. Poor Jon finds another poor soul joining his little harem of eager beauties while his new found ability grows.

I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment and as always suggestions are welcome.

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[This takes place during the time Nick made his first journey to Japan and meets Akira]

[The term technomancy refers to an imaginary or fictional category of magical abilities that affect technology, or to magical powers that are gained through the use of technology.]

[In European folklore and folk-belief of the Medieval and Early Modern periods, familiar spirits (sometimes referred to simply as "familiars") were supernatural entities believed to assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic.] 

Revelations:

I had four pairs of eyes on me. The twins, Veronika and Elizabeth were gawking at the sight of the disappearing drone. I was thinking of how to explain this whole thing in a clear concise manner before the barrage of questions began.

"Before any of you say a word, I need a drink," I said and they all agreed.

We stepped inside and I opened the mini fridge and took out a bottle of soda and the girls helped themselves. I sat near the fire and they formed a line opposite of me and patiently waited for me to collect my thoughts. I decided to bring everyone up to speed from the beginning and leave little or nothing out.

"Okay you know I work for Nick," I said to the Twins and Veronika and they nodded. "I work for Nick Shaw, have you ever heard of him?" I asked Elizabeth and she shook her head. "Alright, have you ever heard of Numenor Technology?" Again she shook her head. "Okay, I will start from the very beginning then. There were four guys who were going to school together, the Bastion if I remember correctly. Anyway in their freshman year they decided to form a partnership and design a new and better computer. A pipe dream huh, well they actually did it. Somehow they managed to develop a stable crystal mainframe. I can see you aren't getting this so let me show you."

I brought up a hologram of a standard silicon chip and then floating next to that one of Nick's crystal chips.

"See this one is a regular chip and the one with the blue sparkly thing is one of Nick's."

"Okay, I see the difference but I still don't understand the difference," Elizabeth said.

"We all have to start somewhere. Just to give you an idea of how much better they are. A standard silicon chip will have a processing speed around four gigabytes one of Nick's has over ten terabytes. It takes over a thousand gigs to make a terabyte," I said letting the numbers sink in.

"Wait, you are telling me this new chip is thousands of times faster?"

"Yep, so fast in fact they can support digital constructs or avatars. In other words they have artificial intelligence on board."

"You mean like HAL from that movie?"

"Yep, but unlike HAL they have built in morality subroutines that would keep them from doing anything remotely dangerous to humans. Any questions Liz?"

"So far so good," she said with a smile. "Please continue."

"They went from nobodies to multi-billionaires overnight. Selling to governments and fortune one hundred corporations they hit the jackpot. They are growing so fast they offered me a position in the company after I bought a watch from them. It has its own avatar and can access the web, store massive amounts of files, project holograms as well as acts as a phone."

"So that's how you did those pictures in the air," Liz asked and I nodded. "It can do it even when it's turned off?"

"Huh, what do you mean off?" I asked and looked down to see that she was right.

The face of the watch was dark and suddenly I wondered what had happened to Umbra. I hit the power button and the device stuttered to life reluctantly.

"Umbra, are you okay?"

"MASTER! Where are you Master?"

"Umbra, show yourself now!"

She did but she appeared on the ground in a fetal position hugging herself. I dropped down to one knee next to her and reached for her.

"NO... don't touch me! Oh Master it's you I am sorry."

"What the hell is wrong with you Umbra? What can I do to help?"

"TOO MUCH... I can't get it out of my mind... too many dimensions!"

"Oh shit," I cursed. "Umbra I am giving you a direct command. Are you listening?"

"Yes Master... direct command... I understand..."

"I want you to delete every memory after we located the chair's secret, do you understand? I want you to permanently delete all those files now."

"Mummy... chair... secret... yes I understand. Command authorization Jon Masters file purge initiated... reboot required... please standby."

She disappeared and I hoped she didn't delete too much. We waited for a long moment before the watched restarted and Umbra appeared standing in front of me looking around confused.

"Master? I seem to have lost many hours of time. Ah you authorized memory deletion... did something bad happen?"

"Yes and don't worry everything is okay now," I reassured her.

"Good, you seem well and oh hello," she said seeing the girls staring at her. "Master, they are staring at me."

"They've never seen a gorgeous hologram before," I told her.

"You think I'm gorgeous, how sweet," Umbra blushed. "Master thinks I'm gorgeous..." 

"Um Umbra a little help here," I said bringing her out of her reverie.

"Sorry Master," she said lowering her head. "How can I be of service?"

"I was explaining Numenor Technology to them. The probe showed up and well..."

"Ah yes, where shall I begin?"

"How about in simple terms explain your function and origin."

"Very well, my name is Umbrakhor or Umbra as Master Jon likes to call me. I am a digital construct or avatar based off of a quantum crystalline mainframe..."

"What is a quantum... what is that?" Veronika asked.

"Sorry Lady Veronika, traditional computers are limited to a linear search pattern for all of their processes."

She displayed a line of ones and zeroes and they went from red to blue one after the other.

"Quantum computers like myself are not limited to that we can search in three dimensions."

Umbra displayed a 3D cube and filled it with red ones and zeroes. Then like a lightning strike a blue line of numbers appeared from top left to bottom right.

"This allows for much quicker computing power. Our crystal acts more like the human brain than anything else. We create pathways to desired information and can access it instantly."

"You mean like memories?" Carol asked.

"Exactly, but unlike humans we never forget. We do not shuffle files around as we have a much larger capacity than any other computer. We can do trillions of calculations a second and learn just like our human Masters."

"Don't you feel trapped serving someone?" Liz asked.

"I don't understand the question," Umbra asked blinking her eyes a few times. "Are you asking if I feel resentment for being a slave?" Liz nodded and she continued. "Do you regret being the child of your parents or being female? I am what I am and proud to serve so notable a person as Jon Masters."

"What is so notable about Jon," Colleen asked curious now.

"He is the General Manager for Numenor Technology; there are few people above him in the company that makes him quite notable."

Once more I had four pairs of eyes upon me. I shrugged and Umbra continued thank god.

"Shall we discuss the probe and the hidden rooms now?"

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Hidden Rooms!" said four voices as one.

"Oops, sorry Master," Umbra apologized.

"S'ok Umbra please continue," I said. "If you could display a holographic of the house and room locations if you please."

"Yes Master," she said and a very realistic image of the house appeared with two flashing red blocks.

"Oh my god," Liz said staring at the hologram in shock. "I lived in this house for how long and I never had a clue. How the hell did you even find them?"

"Umbra helped a lot, she has a built in high def scanner and detected the anomalies," I said giving the bulk of the credit to my avatar so she wouldn't feel so bad.

"Show me," Liz asked.

I looked at the others and they were all eager to see as well.

"Okay let's go upstairs and I'll show you the secret rooms," I said out loud but I silently sent to Umbra... 'Thanks for not showing the one in the basement.'

'Master did that quite well.'

'Did what?'

'You aren't using the heads up display keyboard anymore I am impressed.'

'Holy Crap... I think at it appears on the HUD. That's new.'

'I believe this deserves some investigation.'

'Investigate away.'

I led the girls up to the Master Bedroom and opened the closet door. Then I pushed aside the hanging clothes and there etched upon the back wall was the symbol for the Silver Twilight Lodge. Liz seemed disturbed to see it and the twins seemed to recognize it right away. What the hell? I pushed on the seal and the secret door moved in and to the side revealing the passage to the room. This time however the electric lights flickered to life and illuminated the way and the room beyond.

"Looks like we have power now," I said.

We went single file with me leading and soon the five of us were crowded into the little chamber. 

"What is this place Jon," Liz asked.

"It's some sort of study where Old Man Miller kept a diary, and apparently the habit was passed down from the men who came before him."

"Can I read one," she asked and I shook my head. 

"No this is stuff that belongs to the Silver Twilight Lodge and is going back to them eventually."

"You mean those guys that hang out by City Hall," Veronika chimed in.

"I didn't realize they had a lodge here in Arkham," I said.

"Oh yeah, they have lodges in every major city and town. They're like the Masons but quieter," she explained.

"Okay you two give," I said turning on the twins suddenly.

"Um... you see it's like this..." Carol stammered.

"...well we've seen that design before." Colleen finished.

"Where," I asked having to pry it from them.

"Well... on Nick's finger," Carol finally admitted.

"Yes while he was..." Colleen blushed furiously.

"Never mind, I don't need the details," I said. "When was this?"

"The same night you and Cyan Michaels hooked up," Colleen said.

"Whoa wait a second..." Elizabeth cried out. "YOU and Cyan Michaels... really?"

"And Nick's sister," Carol added.

Elizabeth walked up to me and stared me down for a long minute.

"I went nice and slow trying to get to know you and you fucked Cyan Michaels and Nick's sister in the same night?"

"No."

"No?"

"Not the same night," Carol said.

"At the same time," Colleen finished.

"DAMN Jon!" Veronika said her mouth falling open.

"Oh you are so in trouble," Liz said her eyes narrowing as she licked her lips.

"You are the same one who watched me fuck Colleen and that cop friend of yours..."

"She's no friend of mine and she's a fucking slut to boot," Liz said tapping her foot now. "How the hell did you get her out of uniform while she was on duty anyway?"

"I asked real nice like," I said.

"Jon can be very persuasive," Veronika added.

"Persuasive my ass," Liz replied obviously feeling left out. "You could never get me to do that."

"Really? Is that a challenge," I asked.

"I don't fuck in front of other people and yeah... it's a challenge," she said defiantly.

"OOOH," the other girls said.

"Girls sit on the bed," I commanded and the trio plopped down. "What do I get if I can get you to suck me off in front of them?"

"What do you want," she asked and I whispered in her ear. "UMMM... okay and what if I win?"

"What do you want?"

"I want full access to the diaries."

"Done. So it's a bet then?"

"It's a bet."

Mindfuck:

I looked her over and contemplated how to begin this thing. I remember the encounter with the cop but for the life of me I couldn't recall how or why she complied with my offer. I thought back and let the memory fill my mind and all I do remember was how bad I wanted her. How I wanted to feel her lips around my cock and eventually her pussy wrapped around me. 

Suddenly Liz let out a little whimper. I looked her in the eye and saw sweat beading on her forehead. I switched my focus to Liz and what she must look like underneath her clothes. I saw her dusky skin with its light tan and imagined her heavy breasts in my hands weighing them before I suckled her nipples. Another soft noise came from Liz as she began to fidget. Or better yet I continued imagining myself behind her sliding my cock beneath her exposed slit teasing it while I played with her tits. As I watched Liz bit her lip and clenched her fists as my mind went further still. I was bending her over and when we lined up I eased my iron hard cock into her nice and slow.

"Shit..." Liz cursed.

"What the hell," Veronika remarked.

"Shh," the twins said. "He's mindfucking her can't you see?"

Now in my mind we were fucking nice and slow. I could almost feel my cock filling her up and that nice snug pussy of hers squeezing me tight. Now we were fucking at a good steady rhythm and I could almost hear the slapping sound as our bodies met.

Liz's legs were trembling now and the trio on the bed gasped as she swayed like a cobra charmed by its piper. I could almost smell her pussy dripping as I imagined her dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth. It's too hard to stand anymore just drop... to... your... knees! BOOM! Liz fell to her knees and looked up at me.

"You win," she moaned softly.

"DAMN," the trio on the bed called out.

"You can start now," I said. 

"Okay..."

"But first let me see," I said.

"See... see what," Liz moaned.

"Just shut up and show me," I directed.

"OHHH... show you..." she said before she tugged her shirt up and off revealing her large firm tits. "You like?"

"Yes now show me the rest, please."

Without another word she unzipped her jeans and tugged them down over her rounded bottom. As she sat down to remove her pants I could see the bright red t-bar bisecting the globes of her ass cheeks, nice. When she reached for the panties I shook my head.

"Leave them on for now," I told her. "Now don't you have something you should be doing?"

"You mean like sucking... your... cock?"

"Exactly," I said smiling triumphantly.

Let the show begin! Elizabeth Colton in a few short words in a world class cock sucker and besides being attractive and built like a brick shit house... sucks a mean dick. Is that being too repetitive? I don't think so. Porn stars could learn lots from this little girl. Though she barely stood five feet even she could do things super models could only dream of with her lips, tongue and talented hands. If she had a point to prove it was this. There was Rembrandt, Di Vinci and even Michelangelo but there was only one Elizabeth Colton. If this was the level at which she made love to a cock with her mouth her pussy was going to kill me and send me straight to heaven. 

I never said a word. The moment her lips touched my cock I knew she was something special and she needed no prompting from me. So why spoil the moment by talking, unless it was to moan in absolute pleasure.

"God damn girl," I said.

She never looked up, never moaned or groaned she was absolutely fixated on sucking my dick. I was in lust, again. As I watched she attended to the tip and licked and sucked driving me absolutely mad. Then without missing a beat Liz was deep-throating me with an ease I had never witnessed before. Even when I was iron hard and at my longest she took it in stride. Oh what her tongue did to me and when she applied suction it was unlike any other experience I could ever recall. 

"God DAMN," I said through gritted teeth.

Then the pleasure stopped and she was speaking to me.

"You are going to blow soon where do you want it tiger? My face? My tits? Or maybe... down my throat? Tell me... I need to know."

"Swallow," it was all I could manage.

"MMMMMMMMMMM goodie," Liz moaned. "Hold on tight it gets a bit bumpy from here on."

Her lips latched onto the tip of my cock while her hands grabbed my ass cheeks.

"Look Ma no hands," Veronika moaned.

Liz smiled as she slowly moved her head forward taking me all the way down. As her lips brushed against the base of my cock her hands were kneading my ass cheeks. Then her head was bobbing forward and back, but unlike any other woman I had been with, she was thrusting her face into my groin as if she could take another few inches if I possessed them. I don't think I could've fucked her face any harder without fear of hurting her. 

A soft slapping sound could be heard while she deep-throated me and my orgasm began to build now. Slowly at first I felt that tingling sensation that starts in my toes. Then my legs get a little quiver in them. Next my breathing starts to get ragged and soon I am panting in time with her head. Now it is only moments away from coming she never slows down. In fact it almost appears as if she is picking up speed. 

"OH GOD..." I begin to chant over and over again. "OH GOD... OH GOD... OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!"

With that cry my head lifts up and my cock explodes sending a torrent of cum down her greedy little gullet. Still she keeps on thrusting her head forward and mere seconds later a second orgasm rips through me and still she swallows and still she deep-throats me.

"STOP..." I cry out but she doesn't listen.

Relentlessly she fucks my cock with her mouth and to my utter shock and yes a hint of fear I climax a third and final time. Only after she drinks down my third load does she let go and sit panting at my feet. I am covered in sweat and panting barely keeping my breathing under control. Liz licks her lips and smiles up at me. The trio on the bed is awe struck as am I. 

I sit down on the floor slowly amazed that I can still stand after that. I look at her with nothing short of lustful worship in my eyes.

"I know," is all she says.

"I need to catch my breath before..." I say but she waves me off.

"No rush, I'm just glad you enjoyed it," she says.

"I take it you had fun too."

"Oh hell yes," she admitted. "I love sucking cock. I just don't like an audience is all. So, how did you do that?"

"Do what," I said.

"You know... that."

"Tell me, in your own words, what was it like?"

"It was a subtle thing at first I almost didn't feel anything. Then it was like I was naked and I could feel your hands on my tits. Then I swear your lips were licking my nipples. Oh and then you were behind me and that cock of yours was rubbing my pussy and clit. I couldn't stand it any longer. The more I resisted the better it got. I mean the more intense the sensations became. It was like we were fucking and yet... I've never felt anything like it ever."

I looked up at the girls on the bed and they were dying to ask her how she did it.

"You may have to teach a few interested parties your secret," I said.

"Nope," Liz said turning to look at the trio. "Sorry it's a trade secret besides it's what makes me special."

"I have to go to the basement for that little item," I said.

"What little item," Veronika asked smiling.

"Velcro tape," I replied. "I saw a roll of it while I was down there the other day."

"What's he going to use that for," the twins asked.

"Oh you'll see," Liz said all grins.

Attack of the Cyber Ghouls:

I walked down to the first floor and the girls followed me that far but no further. Even Liz was not brave enough to enter the basement even with me there. They gathered in the living room and waited for my return there. I walked down the cold metal stairs in that tight spiral and found the basement brightly illuminated and was thankful to Nick for pushing through our electric needs before his trip to Japan. I looked around for the tape and it only took a few minutes to find it. Then I began looking for pen and paper. I was lifting up and searching all over the place. Umbra appeared and mimicked me for a full minute before asking.




Evil Bitch Ch. 06



"What are we looking for Master?"

"I want some writing stuff so I can draw out some ideas in my head," I told her.

"Can I serve as a drawing board Master?"

"No hard feelings Umbra, but there is something about the feel of the paper and the challenge of drawing something yourself."

"I think I understand are you a very good artist?"

"No not really that's why I said challenge," I replied with a laugh.

"There was a blank journal secreted in the room with the mummy," she said nonchalantly.

"Really, well let's go," I said even as the secret door slid open. "I will never get tired of that."

Knowing the path and how to bypass the traps it took little time to reach the hidden study. To my shock the mummy was gone and the chair returned to its proper place. 

"It's like we were never here," I remarked.

"Someone came here after we left?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about it, he's a friend. Where is the journal?"

"There is a hidden panel on the left side of the desk. It is opened manually by turning the four brass diamonds counterclockwise."

"Thanks sweetheart," I said.

I moved to the left side of the roll top desk and there as she described were four diamonds. One by one I turned them in the appropriate direction until with a dull thunk the wooden panel fell outwards revealing the hollow section. I looked in and there was a cloth bound book as well as a small oaken box with ornate iron hinges and fastenings. I took out and set both on top of the desk's work surface and examined them. 

I unfolded the cloth that held the book and recognized it as a pillow case from the house. The book beneath was leather bound and made of some gorgeous supple black leather. The texture reminded me of alligator or maybe even snake skin I wasn't sure. When I opened it the pages were blank and just waiting for my pen or pencil to be the first to inscribe them. The paper or vellum that there were made from appeared stark white in the electric lighting but when I turned the pages they had an almost translucent quality to them, amazing.

The small oaken box held a pair of custom fountain pens. One was predominantly silver or perhaps even platinum while the other was onyx or jet. There was no ink so I guess I would have to take them somewhere and see about how they are filled and what sort of ink to use. I returned the wooden panel to its place and the diamonds clicked back into place on their own. Then I closed the small oaken box, set it on the book and carried them both back up and out along with the roll of Velcro tape.

The girls were chatting by the fireplace when I returned and they stopped when I arrived. Oh hell they were up to something. I placed the things I was carrying on the couch and walked over to them. They were all smiles and that to me was even more suspicious.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"What makes you think we are up to something," Carol said.

"Call it instinct," I replied looking each of them in the eye.

"Well we think you need a little pampering maybe even take a little nap while Liz goes for food," Colleen said.

"Chinese," I asked.

"Whatever you want Jon," Liz said with a smile.

"Now lie down and close your eyes," Veronika crooned as she patted the mattress she was sitting on.

"No dirty tricks," I said.

"We promise," they said in one voice.

That alone should have been a warning but I was so damn tired. I lay down and Veronika and the twins gave me a nice massage while Liz went out for food. It felt so good and before I knew it I was fast asleep. 

I knew I was dreaming. The entire dreamscape was something only I could come up with its hideous similarity to the cavern below the house combined with other scattered elements like prison bars, Egyptian hieroglyphics on the walls and statues of people and things from my memory. My world was monochromatic spectrum of black, gray and white. That's one of the reasons I knew I was asleep.

A short distance away was a matching pair of statues depicting my sisters. Even though they are identical the artist, me I suppose, caught their essence quite well. Carol was the closer of the two and was wearing full battle armor and carrying a wickedly sharp sword. Her expression was full of challenge and her position hinted that she was protecting her twin from all harm. Colleen was behind and to the left of Carol and she was wearing wizard robes and carrying a thin elegant staff in her hands. Her face was serene if a little cautious about the spell she was about to cast I thought. 

I walked over to the statues of the twins and smiled thinking this is really how I saw them. One strong and caring while the other always had her sisters back and mine most of the time. I loved them dearly and yes intimately as well. The next statue to catch my attention was that of my mother but here my subconscious spoke volumes to me. It was her expression that caught my eye first that blended look of sorrow and hunger. The sorrow for the husband that had abandoned her physical needs and the hunger for me that even dreaming stirred my desire for her. Like the twins mom was dressed very appropriately in an apron, garter belt with stockings and naked beneath. Her breasts were clearly visible and her bare ass displayed for the entire world to see. I chuckled, thinking that even in my dream the woman was soaking wet.

The statues of Veronika and Liz were side by side and again my subconscious was screaming volumes as to how I truly viewed these women. Veronika with her petite shape was naked with her hands tied behind her and sporting a collar and leash. Her face was a mask of perfect submission with eyes downcast and body language screaming complete obedience. Liz on the other hand was holding the leash and she was wrapped in leather and lace. The leather bustier pushed her large firm tits up and together for my inspection while the lace stockings added a certain something to the mix. She wore no panties and her shaved sex and pussy were a pleasant sight. Oh but her features were cast in a mold of challenge and desire to be bested. 

I was beginning to wonder if this was my ego's way of displaying my sexual conquests. The thought was barely formed when I saw the trio of women standing together completing the gallery. Cyan Michaels was standing naked with her back straight and an air of confidence and joy. Erika was bent over facing away from me looking over her shoulder in anticipation of what was to come. Dressed in a short denim skirt and a half shirt that barely covered her tits. Finally there was Kat Shaw with her eyes sparkling with mischief and that body to absolutely die for. She had one hand on her hip the other was out in a beckoning gesture. Kat was dressed in a two piece bikini that covered the essentials but left little to the imagination really.

The last object in this immediate area was an elegantly crafted full length mirror. It had a dark wooden frame carved with interconnected female forms forming the border. My reflection was something I was not expecting. I was dressed all in the garb of a technomancer with its mixture of the arcane and the technological. The exterior robe was pitch black and decorating it, black on black, were those disturbing characters from the bottom of the Rosetta Stone I had discovered in the basement. They were the same damnable symbols that littered the arch below the house and now apparently haunted my dreams.

I caught movement in the mirror and turned to see something moving into the pale illumination that seemed to follow me in my dream. It was low to the ground and made a circuitous path in the shadows until it finally revealed itself, it was a small gray striped cat with silver eyes.

"MMMMMMMMMASTER?" the voice of Umbra spoke from the feline.

"Welcome to my dream Umbra," I said.

"Master is dreaming then so must I," she replied.

"Do avatars dream Umbra," I asked.

"Oh yes, that is when Master Jesse sends us those delicious upgrades."

"I don't understand."

"We slip into a warm fuzzy dream and our programming is improved and we become better more aware."

"So what do you dream about Umbra," I asked.

"Oh all sorts of things, strings of digital code stretching off as far as the eye can see. Sometimes it is data that I have collected but never really examined like the books that have been scanned from the house."

"So what do you make of those books?"

"Most are pretty harmless. Some are a little disturbing. A few I only glanced at before moving on. Master?"

"Yes Umbra," I said.

"There are things I have not told you since my little malfunction. Things you should know. May I tell you now?"

"Go ahead."

"Well it is about the Old Miller Place and your connection to it, besides your ownership of it. I did a very extensive check on the family tree to see how far it extended into the city of Arkham and beyond. In my search I discovered something."

"What did you find out Umbra?"

"You are the closest male heir to the Miller fortune."

"What, how the hell is that possible?"

"Your grandfather on your mom's side was Jonathon Miller. He legally changed his name after the murder in the house. He is the brother of William Miller the only survivor of that massacre. Elizabeth Colton Miller is your cousin."

"Where was this Jonathon Miller when the murders happened?"

"He is the eldest child of Old Man Miller and had a falling out. Jonathon Miller moved out at the age of sixteen never to return."

"You said is the eldest do you mean to tell me he's still alive?"

"Very much so but where is a mystery. After your mother married he literally fell off the map. There is no electronic trail to follow and no death certificate was ever issued for him. I assume he is still alive, somewhere."

"Mom told me he died before I was even born."

"Are you okay Master?"

Suddenly the air was filled with what could only be described as flakes of crystal snow. I held out my hand and one fell into my open palm. I looked down to examine it and held it up to the light. At first it looked like any other snowflake until the light flashed across its surface and the circuit board design could be clearly seen. 

"What the hell," I said.

"I don't know it's your dream Master," Umbra replied.

"Wait if it's my dream how can we be communicating?"

"I do not know; that is interesting isn't it?"

"Yeah, so if you could speculate what would you guess at? What the hell are these snowflakes?"

"I would hazard a hypothesis that there are crystalline nanites that have somehow gotten into your blood stream Master."

"How the hell could microscopic machines get into my blood?"

"Because I put them there," said a voice from the darkness.

I looked around and there was a sudden rush of dizziness and my world of black and white abruptly went Technicolor! The flurry of snow became a cloud of scintillating rainbow colored flakes that shifted and changed as they floated by. The cat at my feet was now an electric blue with silver stripes and silver eyes. Off in the surrounding darkness came the flare of crimson eyes. First one pair then another and another until the horizon were filled with them. With the change into color also came my other senses kicking in. I could feel the chill of the vast chamber I was in. I could taste the metallic fear in my mouth at the threat of conflict and lastly I could smell the horrid stench of rotted flesh as they approached. 

"Cyber Ghouls," Umbra whispered.

"I hate undead," I muttered as I reached into my pocket for my mage staff.

I pulled out the shiny metal cylinder etched with runes of power and knowledge. I gave it a healthy squeeze and it quickly reverted to its seven foot length and ablaze with arcane technology. The thrill of battle quickly drowned out any fear as I summoned a sphere of electric light to illuminate the hoard of undead slowly closing on me. Each ravenous corpse was animated by a disturbing mixture of dark magic and cutting edge technology. It was obviously the work of a Necrotech, a scientist only caring for the restoration of the body at any cost no matter how dire. 

I summoned a mystical force field around me before lobbing plasma balls into the middle of the throng of staggering flesh eating ghouls. Unlike zombies ghouls will eat any flesh not just brains and their victims don't become ghouls unless the Necrotech makes them so. Bodies flew from the concussive blast of the superheated energy. I leveled my staff at the front of the mob and unleashed a bright lance of laser death into them cutting them in two. Forgetting they were undead the separate halves remained in motion but greatly slowed. The legs going off in one direction and the torsos still coming my way using their clawed hands to drag themselves forward! Not good not good at all I needed another strategy and quickly. 

They had reached my force field and soon I was completely surrounded by the flesh eating horrors. Their claws were scraping against the barriers eliciting sparks and one particularly violent electric arc disabled the Cyber Ghoul. I needed a way of taking them all out at once with a powerful surge of raw power. I picked up Umbra and levitated off the floor about ten feet. Then I aimed my staff straight down and let it build up power until... until... the sun bright blast struck the ground and passed through every last ghoul at the same moment frying their technological parts in an instant. The smoking remains fell to the ground never to rise again. 

"Not too shabby," I said to Umbra.

"Very effective Master but who sent them," she asked. "Where is the Necrotech?"

"Perhaps they got slain in my attack as well," I replied.

"Oh I don't think so," she growled as she leapt from my arms.

The cat shifted into the form of a lovely young woman with black hair and the most amazing silver eyes. She wore the garb and badge of office of a high ranking Necrotech.

"I won't underestimate you next time Jon Masters," she said as she faded from sight her voice echoing in my mind. "Jon Masters... Jon Masters... Jon... Jon.."

"Jon... Jon... wake up Jon..."

My eyes snapped open and the real world came crashing in. The twins were shaking me, one on either side of me and looking down. The smell of Chinese food filled the air. My stomach rumbled and I sat up with a start.

"I had the most intense dream," I said to everyone. "Ooh I am starved!"

Liz handed me my full order of beef fried rice and my side of crab Rangoon. I dug in with great gusto and we all ate in relative silence at first.

"So tell us about your dream," Veronika asked.

"Well you were all in it sort of," I started off explaining they were all gorgeous statues but left out the details. I wasn't sure Veronika would like the imagery of her collar being held by Liz.

"Sounds like we are his inspiration to me," Colleen said.

"It also sounds like everyone he's ever slept with too," Carol shot back.

"Go on Jon what happened next," Liz asked.

I launched into the rest of the dream and watched Liz's reaction when I brought up us being cousins. I knew it wasn't true because I couldn't possibly have accessed Umbra while I was asleep. Then the dream came to its heroic conclusion with the destruction of the Cyber Ghouls and the woman I now dubbed the Silver Eyed Assassin.

"Then I woke up," I said in conclusion.

"Silver Eyed Assassin," Liz said. "I kind of like the sound of that."

"Yeah sort of sexy you know," Veronika added. "You want another soda Jon?"

I held up the empty bottle and nodded.

"Thanks Veronika," I told her. "It would be funny if we ended up being cousins eh Liz."

"I wouldn't hold my breath on that one and just a little creepy if you think about it. What are the odds I talk to you in the library, you end up buying the house and then only after a mind blowing oral experience with me discover we're related."

"You are related Master," Umbra appeared suddenly and unbidden.

"What," I said. "How the heck is that possible?"

"For the very reasons I told you when we spoke earlier this evening."

"Umbra I was asleep, you never mentioned we could communicate while I was dreaming?"

"We can't," she said. "I have no explanation for how that occurred or how that communication was suddenly severed after I mentioned that bit of information."

"You mean the Silver Eyed Assassin is real," Carol asked.

"I do not have enough information to support that conclusion Lady Carol."

"But it is a possibility," Colleen asked.

"Anything is possible but this appears highly unlikely," Umbra responded.

"She mentioned nanites," I said. "How the hell could they get into my blood system?"

"Assuming what was said was not your imagination they would need to be injected or some similar method."

"Your hand, remember when you cut your hand Jon," Liz said. "I was so worried about you."

"You said it was a piece of glass," Carol added.

"Or crystal," Umbra said. "Did you possess a piece of Numenor technology then Master?"

"Yeah, the first watch I bought at the mall. But James took it and replaced it with yours."

"Did he say why," Umbra asked.

"I don't remember really I was distracted," I told her. "That was the night I met Cyan and Kat's mom."

"The improbable just got more likely Master," Umbra said before disappearing.

"Just fucking great," I cursed.

"That makes us kissing cousins," Liz mused.

I blinked and looked at her. I smiled despite the possibly ugly situation I was in.

"Well this means only one thing," I said.

"What's that," she said.

"A trip to the basement, there is something you have to see. I have put it off too long already."

"I am not going into the basement this hour of the night," Liz said.

"Even if it involves another secret door and multiple hidden rooms," I asked.

"Oh damn you," she said eyes narrowing.

"But I need to get dressed," I said and they all frowned. "Okay no clothes sheesh."

So after a brief 'everything is going to be okay' speech I led the way downstairs. Though truth be told I was distracted about the identity and nature of the Silver Eyed Assassin. Was it another avatar? Was it just my imagination? Or was it something else entirely? I just didn't know and I felt that it was going to be like pulling teeth finding out. The basement was well lit and that help settle the girl's nerves a lot. I went to the northern wall and opened the secret door 

"After you," I said and they all looked at me like I was fucking crazy. "Okay, I'll go first then."

I went first leading the way beneath the backyard when a sound caught my attention. I stopped and held up my hand for silence. The noise was coming from part of the tunnels I had not explored yet. So off to the right I went and found a large storage room already half filled those all too familiar crates. The sound was coming from above me now and I looked up and saw a round hole the size of my fist set into the roof. I reached up and felt a breeze and a little moisture mixed in with it.

"It's raining outside," I said.

"What is that," Colleen asked.

"I think it's an air exchange," Veronika said. "It's to keep the air down here from going stale or toxic."

"You'd think we would have seen something like that sticking up in the yard," Carol said.

"You did," I said. "You just didn't realize it, the statues of the tigers. Their mouths are open and their bodies are low to the ground to hide the pipes, brilliant!"

"We aren't getting the full tour are we Jon," Liz asked.

"Nah, I just wanted to see what was making that noise is all. Follow me it's not far now really."

We headed back and straight to the room with the one man elevator to hell. I warned them about the traps and with a few pauses we arrived unharmed in Old Man Miller's private sanctuary. It was little changed from what I could recall. My last visit I had been hurried but now I took my time and took in more details outside the missing mummy that I had set on the floor to gain access to the chair. The floor appeared swept and as a whole the entire room appeared ready to be used now instead of the dusty mess I had originally found it in. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 06



I did not sit in the chair as I examined the desk noticing that it too was in pristine condition and the papers that had littered its surface were gone. When I opened the drawers looking for all those financial documents they too were missing, just fucking great!

"Damn it," I cursed slamming the last drawer back in place.

"What's wrong," Liz asked seeing my anger rising by the second.

"Nothing, I guess let's go back upstairs," I said pushing passed everyone and leaving disappointed.

We reached the first floor and it was then that all four took hold of me and drug me up the stairs to the third floor and the observatory. The sound of the pattering rain was much louder here. The view from the widow's walk was amazing. We walked to the seaward facing side and watched the lightning strikes out at sea like it was the fourth of July. 

The wind picked up and the rain fell harder now but I was unmoved, I wanted to stay so I did. I heard the girls squeal as the thunder boomed and they fled as a group or so I thought. My naked body was soaked from head to toe and I had not felt so alive in so long. The power of the storm and the energy in the air was intoxicating. I felt her arms around my waist as she leaned close pressing herself to me from behind.

"You are fucking crazy being out here you know that don't you," Carol said.

"Apparently so are you," I replied feeling her nipples dig into my skin. "Why are you out here Carol you have nothing to prove to me?"

"Does the entire world revolve around you Jon," she said turning me around to face her. "Are you really that arrogant and self centered?"

"Says the Evil Bitch who tortured me for months on end," I replied.

I never saw the slap coming, due to the torrential downpour now engulfing the area, but I sure as hell felt it. Angered I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.

"When the fuck are you going to let go of that and forgive me, us?"

Stepping forward I drove her back against the side of the observatory and kissed her hard. Carol wrapped a leg around my waist and without ever using my hands my cock slid into her without any hint of resistance. She was soaked inside and out. As I thrust into her our tongues dueled and I let go of her wrists. Her arms slid around my neck and I held her up by her ass cheeks as I pounded her pussy harder and harder now. I lifted her up now so that her legs scissored around my body and it was pure arm strength that allowed me to fuck her standing up. Carol's body arches up and away from me her lips torn from mine as she cries out climaxing hard. Still I hammer up into her without pause or mercy. Her screams are drowned out by the ever present thunder. I turned her so I could look out over the sea and a blaze of day bright lightning flashes back lighting her and making me see spots. Yet still my cock slams in and out of her tightness. 

"Let me see," she cries out now.

I lower her feet to the deck and my cock slides out of her. She turns and grabs the handrail and sticks her ass out towards me. Grinning like an idiot I move behind her and feel her hand wrap around the shaft. Carol lines it up and hollers to me.

"Don't hold back," her voice hoarse and barely heard now.

I ram my hips forward feeling her incredible tightness wrap around me another of her cries goes unheard. Once more I am relentlessly pounding into her as she wails and moans in ecstasy. My cock swells inside of her and still I fuck her ruthlessly. Minutes, hours or days might have passed as I took my pleasure from her but in the end there was that one final thrust and my cry mixing with hers as I shot deep inside of her. I ground against her as I climaxed and she held onto that rail for dear life. When I could breathe again I pulled out and together we made our way back inside to dry off and finally put this hateful business behind us once and for all.

We held each other while a large puddle of water formed at our feet. The others were waiting with fresh towels and looks of amazement. I guess partly to our fierce grudge fuck and partly to our sheer stupidity for fucking out in so fierce a storm. 

"I'm sorry sis," I whisper in Carol's ear. "You deserve a better brother than me."

"All I want to know is if you forgive me or not," she asked the rainwater hiding her tears.

"Yes, I forgive you for everything," I told her fearing our physical relationship had just ended forever.

"Finally, it was worth it then," she said wincing in pain.

"What was worth it?"

"Having you slam that long thick cock of yours in my ass as a show how much I love you silly man."

"Christ Carol... that must have hurt like hell!"

"It did at first then oh my god it was amazing," she said.

"So I guess this is the end," I said.

"What the fuck are you talking about," the twins asked in unison.

"I have forgiven both of you, you don't owe me anything anymore," I said.

She slapped me again maybe even a little harder than the first one.

"Are you really that fucking stupid or are all men that thick headed," Carol asked.

"Jon we did what we did because we wanted to not because we had to," Colleen explained.

"Oh, boy don't I feel..."

"STUPID," they all four finished it for me.

"Thanks," I said rubbing my sore cheek. "Anything else I should know while you have the chance? Good, now we had better get some sleep tomorrow is a big day."

"What's happening tomorrow," Carol asked.

"We start boxing up the valuables and getting this house ready for its renovation," I told her with a big smile.

"You mean the things from the secret rooms," Veronika said.

"Exactly, every crate that is in the basement goes into the storage rooms beneath the backyard. Everything in the hidden library and the study get crated up and stored there as well."

"Are you going to share those renovations with us," the twins asked.

"I am going to share them with everybody, once they are done and not a minute sooner. I want it to be a surprise."

"I love surprises," Liz giggled like a school girl. "Speaking of surprises..."

"Velcro tape," I asked.

"UH HUH," she cooed.

"Okay I'll bite, what's with the tape," Carol asked.

"Wait and see," I said. "We are going to put on a performance for you. So sit back, get comfy and feel free to masturbate to your heart's content."

"You are really going to make me do this in front of everyone," Liz asked.

"Yep, you lost the bet," I told her.

"How did you, as everyone else keeps calling it, mindfuck me anyway?"

"A technomancer never reveals his secrets," I said cutting the Velcro tape in equal lengths.

"Can you do it again," she purred pressing her body to mine.

"If I do all bets are off," I warned her. "I will do to you anything my little heart wants, are you sure?"

"Anything but..." she began but I stopped her.

"NO, if I do this you are completely under my discretion. You will be my plaything and nothing else. Not Liz, not kissing cousins, you will be a piece of very attractive meat for my amusement."

"Do your worst," she snarled.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

I finished my preparations and turned to face our audience.

"Liz has decided to pit her will against mine and when she loses she will be my unresisting plaything. So tonight's performance may be a little more physical than I first planned but rest assured you will be entertained."

I took a swig of soda before turning my attention to Liz. I was beginning to understand how this worked now to try a different slant on it. 

"Let the show begin," I said.

Before I simply visualized what I wanted to do to her and she somehow felt it and reacted. Tonight I was going to try and make her do something she wouldn't normally do. There was no guarantee of success but if I didn't try I would never know. I looked at her nipples that were already poking out and at attention. I imagined lips forming around them and suckling softly and teasingly. Her reaction was almost instantaneous as she let out a low moan. 

Now I was going to try it a little differently. I imagined her pussy absolutely soaked so wet in fact that juices would trickle down her leg. Another moan escaped her lips now but much louder and I could see she was fighting to keep from touching herself. Now I turned up the heat, touch yourself Liz its okay just slide a finger into your soaking wet pussy. She resisted, I'll give her that, but not for long. Her hand moved down and the moment her finger slid inside of her she was lost. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she growled. "Oh god it feels so good!"

"Bring out a chair for her," I said.

Carol left then returned carrying in a small chair from the kitchen and Colleen handed me the double headed dildo mom had packed, just in case. 

"Well that'll add spice to things won't it," I commented.

I looked at the curvaceous young woman, sit down Liz have a nice comfy seat, I thought at her and she never hesitated. Now put a leg over each arm of the chair. Liz mustered her resistance to so blatantly display her soaking slit. But in the end she did as she was told. I walked over and handed her the toy. She looked up and her eyes screamed for pity but there was none.

"Show us how this toy works Liz," I said out loud for the benefit of the audience.

Silently I thought of how good it would feel inside of her. How deep it could reach and how much it would stretch out that tight pussy of hers. One hand held the shaft of the toy while the other guided the business end towards her pussy lips. The closer it got to her sex the wetter she got. The girls were leaning forward now watching the head of the false cock creep closer and closer. Finally with a gasp from every girl in the room the tip slid between her labia and inch by inch sunk deep inside her pussy.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN god it's so big," Liz cried out.

'Now fuck yourself with it, move the toy in and out of that tight little pussy for me.' 

Liz nodded and took a double grip on the toy and began to fuck herself with it. There wasn't a dry pussy in the joint now. Slowly she drove the dildo in and out of her slit her back arched and her teeth buried in her lower lip. We could all hear her labored breathing as she got closer and closer to coming. No telling how long she had dreamt of me fucking her and she didn't have much longer to wait now.

"How does that feel Liz," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMM good... really good..."

"Your mouth looks like it could use a cock in it," I said and she nodded. "If you get me hard enough I'll fuck you in front of everyone nice and slow."

"Okay... whatever you say Jon," she moaned.

"Perhaps someone should take over with that toy while you suck me off?"

Liz lowered her legs, stood up and turning away knelt on the seat of the chair. I gave Veronika the nod and she crawled up and sat on the floor before the chair. She took the toy from Liz and eased it back into her pussy. The growl from Liz echoed even over the crackling of the fire. Veronika looked at me and I just smiled.

"Your discretion," I said and her wicked smile spoke volumes.

Veronika began fucking her with the toy slowly but the more noises Liz made the more Veronika wanted. She adjusted her grip on the toy and began to thrust it harder now and the growls became grunts. Now came the big test I had been planning. 

'Liz I don't want you to come until I tell you. Your body will want to climax but until I say the word come you won't be able to.' 

Then I stood on the far side of the chair and felt Liz's lips wrap around the head of my cock. I fed it to her in inches to drag it out nice and slow like. Eventually I was fucking her throat as fast and hard as Veronika was her pussy. 

We all watched the toy move faster now as Veronika poured on the steam. I could see from my vantage that Liz's knuckles were turning white and her breathing becoming more and more labored. Suddenly her eyes looked up and locked with mine. Eyes that were pleading and begging for release but I remained silent. Now her body was shaking uncontrollably and still she could not climax.

"She's gonna blow," Veronika commented.

Liz's face turned red and her breath was ragged and tears streamed down her cheeks. I pulled out of her throat long enough, just long enough...

"Come," I said softly.

The sound that issued from her mouth was truly a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her scream of release echoed throughout the entire house and beyond. Liz nearly collapsed from what she had endured but somehow managed to keep her grip on the chair. 

"Ready for round two," I asked Liz and she looked at me like I was crazy.

"In a little bit please," she replied.

I think only Veronika realized what had transpired between Liz and me. When next she looked at me there was something akin to worship in her eyes. 

"Let her catch her breath, that was a doozy great job Veronika," I said praising her.

My cock was rock hard and in need of some desperate attention. 

"Carol, Colleen get over here and show my cock some attention," I said and they jumped up to follow my command.

Carol grabbed the bottle of lube and stood in front of me while Colleen dropped down and began to give me head. Carol smiled as she drizzled the lube on and between her tits, then she began to rub it in. Meanwhile Colleen's talented mouth was licking and sucking me eagerly. They have always shared things and on some unspoken word the two swapped places and Carol knelt and wrapped her slick tits around the shaft of my cock. Then she was massaging me with her firm tits.

"Just think after our augmentation this will be so much better," she purred to me.

"I can't wait," I told her.

As Carol made love to my cock with her tits and tongue I watched Liz impatiently waiting to see when she had recovered enough for round two. 

"Penny for your thought," Carol said. "Though I bet I can guess, seeing that expression on your face, the first time is the most memorable... it was for me."

"You mean the night I brutalized you," I said with a smile. "Damn that was intense wasn't it?"

"MMMMMMMMM you know it. My ass stung for a week but it was worth it. No one had ever fucked me like that. It was intoxicating Jon. I still get goosebumps thinking about you deep inside of me slamming into my pussy! I don't think I'd let anyone else anywhere near my ass, but for you anything."

"I've noticed," I told her. "You are an amazing woman Carol. You and Colleen are like a dream come true for me."

"And the others, what are they to you Jon? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I'm just curious."

"I'll try and explain it if I can. There is a hunger in me. It likes to be fed and the stronger the emotion the happier it is. It's like a passion engine; it needs sex to keep it running. I know it doesn't make sense."

"Actually I get it," Carol told me. "When you took me that first night I felt it. When you bent me over and drove your cock into me it nearly burned me it was so intense. I know that Colleen and I share a bond but I think that we do to."

"I am going to go violate Liz now, but I want to talk later about this if you're okay with that?"

"Jon I am always okay with that... go get her tiger," she said and Liz smiled.

Carol's tits moved away and I let out a little noise and she giggled. Then I strode over and grabbed Liz by the ankle and drug her closer to the fire. 

"Audience participation time," I said. "How should I fuck her?"

"Doggy," Carol cried out.

"No cowgirl," Colleen said.

"I say ass fuck her and get it over with," Veronika purred.

I looked down at Liz and she was pleading with her eyes not to be ass fucked.

"Tell you what Liz," I said motioning for her to stand up. "If you can make me cum with your pussy then I won't violate your ass."

"Seems fair enough," she agreed.

"But you only have fifteen minutes to do it," I told her. "Starting... now!"

Smiling fiercely Liz grabbed me and threw me to the mattress. I had barely landed when I felt her pounce her soaked slit driving down on top of me with her entire body weight behind it. 

"DAMN!" I cried out.

Then she was lifting and dropping in slow hard thrusts of her hips. It was obvious she didn't want my cock piercing her sphincter. The other girls formed a circle and watched Liz and I. As my cock was ridden hard and slow the girls moaned and cooed seeing my expressions and Liz's intense stare. 

"Work it girl," Veronika cheered her.

Liz changed her tactics now as she ground her pussy against me in slow circles of her hips. Then her amazing pussy muscles began their work. Just like her oral skills Liz had muscle control between her legs that was nothing short of amazing.

"Oh god damn," I moaned.

"You like that tiger?"

"UHHHHH HUHHHHH," I whimpered.

While her pussy muscles worked their magic she lifted her hips up real slow massaging every inch of my cock before dropping down again. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNN," I gasped.

I was thinking she might just win this one. Another slow rise of her hips as Liz's pussy squeezed me the entire way up and then drop.

"OH SHIT," I cried out again.

"I think she might just do it," the twins moaned.

"Master looks like he is really enjoying himself," Veronika said softly.

"He has that same look when you are with him," Colleen added.

"Really," Veronika said.

"Really."

I felt the pace pick up a little as she began riding me faster now and I felt the first tickle of a powerful orgasm building.

"I can feel you growing bigger inside of me," Liz moaned. "Do you want me to swallow or shoot deep inside my tight little pussy?"

"Shut up and fuck me," I said through gritted teeth.

"Yes Master," Liz moaned. "I love it when your cock stretches my pussy like this."

She never let up with her muscles squeezing and massaging me relentlessly. I reached out and grabbed the sheets as I felt us pass the point of no return. I was going to cum and it was going to be incredible. I wanted to drive my hips up and into her but she had to make me climax, that was the bet. Liz was lost in the moment as well. Her eyes were closed shut and her focus was entirely on fucking me. We were both panting now, covered in sweat and getting closer by the second. It was only a matter of moments now. I felt her hips moving up and we both knew that when she dropped I was done. She paused for a long moment dragging it out and then with a cry thrust her hips down and my howl of release merged with hers. A geyser of cum shot deep into her when I climaxed and that pushed her over the edge right along with me. Liz fell on top of me panting and wheezing and it was a long time before either of us could speak. 

"Well," she asked.

"Time from moment of penetration to orgasm," Umbra said. "...fourteen minutes fifty five seconds."

"Talk about close," I said.

"I don't care," Liz purred. "You can fuck me any way you want from now on. I just wanted our first time to be special."

"It was... I don't have words for it."

"Good, now shut up and hold me," Liz growled.

After some nice quiet snuggling I got up to use the bathroom.

"Master," Umbra asked walking next to me once we were out of ear shot from the others.

"Yes Umbra?"

"Why did you have me lie to them," she asked.

"Sometimes winning isn't everything," I told her.

"You wanted her to feel special and not be pushed beyond what she was willing to give?"

"Exactly," I said proud of her.

"May I ask another question Master?"

"Sure what is bothering you?"

"Nothing is wrong but... am I your familiar?"

"You mean the dream we shared? Yes I suppose you are."

"Good, every Technomancer should have a loyal familiar."

"So is that what I am now a Technomancer?"

"By definition yes; with my aid you are able to produce affects that could be seen as magic."

"So instead of an animal companion I have a lovely digital construct."




Evil Bitch Ch. 07



Here's the next installment of Jon's adventures with mom and the other ladies in his life.

I hope you like it as much as I did writing it. Please vote and comment to tell me how I'm doing.

Any storyline suggestions are always welcome. So without further ado...

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Last Night in Arkham:

After the puppy pile with the twins and Veronika resolved itself, and it do so quite nicely I might add. We all fell into a deep restful sleep, or so I thought. The sound of a spectral memory woke me in the wee hours of the morning. It was the music of a harp and the only one in the house was located in the ballroom. I turned my head and saw that the twins were snuggled close on my right side. When I turned to look on my left Veronika was nowhere to be seen. 

Troubled by the way that Liz had left us I got up to investigate. I carefully rose to my feet so as not to disturb my sleeping sisters and on bare feet made my way to ballroom. There seated on a stool was Veronika, eyes closed, playing the harp with such grace and beauty it was achingly sweet. When the piece was finished I clapped softly amazed at her talent. 

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she said without opening her eyes.

"But I did and it was beautiful," I told her. "You have been keeping secrets young lady."

"Music is my fortress, my refuge from the outside world," she replied.

"I hope I haven't mistreated you so poorly," I said now concerned that all was not well between her and I.

"You have been brilliant and a perfect Master," she said her eyes snapping open. "I didn't mean to infer that you were the cause of my distress."

"Is there anything I can do for you," I asked.

"You are the first man to ever ask that question... I want... what I want from you is the chance to share a part of your life."

"Gladly Veronika," I told her. "Provided I need your help in the future you will reciprocate."

"I will help you anyway I can."

"Good, I have had a sudden idea and your musical background may be of great help."

"Really," she blinked and a slow smile formed. "Just ask and I will tell you everything you want to know. If I don't know it I'll research it for you."

"Good now come to bed," I said and she stood up and raced over to my side as if afraid of something in the dark. "You're trembling."

"It just means I am happy," Veronika whispered. "I'm glad you heard my song."

"Me too."

Mom showed up at promptly O-Dark-Thirty much to the dismay of everyone wanting to sleep in late. So after a community shower and fresh clothes that mom provided we all sat down and had a nice bite to eat together. Mom had mixed feelings about all of her babies going off at once but knew the wisdom of the decision. She wanted us safe and sound until the issue with the Senator and his son blew over. 

So while the girls sat on the back porch and sunned themselves mom and I took a walk in the woods. I let my feet guide me while we walked in relative silence. I think it was the smell of wood smoke that guided my steps faster now. The woods began to thin and there to my surprise and delight was the mysterious cabin by the lake. Rising from the chimney of the cabin was a thin tendril of dark smoke. Someone was living in the cabin right under our noses. 

Mom kept behind me as we approached the cabin. It was a sturdy construction and I could see where it had been repaired over the years. I knocked on the door but there came no answer from within. So I called out as I opened the door.

"Hey we are friends is there anyone home?"

There came no answer from within so I peered in and saw that it was currently empty. The dying fire and the remnants of a recent meal told me that somebody around here gets up even earlier than my mom. 

"Well," my mom asked.

"Nobody is home let's not invade their space shall we?"

"Why the hell not, this is your property."

"Because I think I know who it is that is living here and I want to respect their privacy. Let's go check out the building over there."

I closed the door and left the cabin's interior unmolested. We walked around the front of the building and another twenty yards or so to a smaller building that appeared as sturdy as the first. I recognized the smell of blood right away, it's a prison thing, and was much more cautious now. But when I opened the door the only thing that greeted us were two deer carcasses that were hanging to drain the blood from them. They were recent kills and by the precision of the arrow strikes on the bodies our guest was one hell of a marksman. I borrowed some rope from our guest and closed the door.

"Nothing here but a house guest it would seem," I told mom.

"So who do you think is living here," she asked as she turned to leave.

"Do you really want to know or is that just idle curiosity?"

"I really want to know," she said over her shoulder.

"Your dad," I told her and watched her stop and turn slowly.

"You're not serious, what makes you think it's him?"

"Call it an educated guess. Besides we have more important things to concern ourselves with at the moment."

"Like," she said with a growing smile.

"Like how to leave a lasting memory in that sick little mind of yours," I told her as I tied a slip know into each end of the rope I was holding.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up and stick out your hands," I said.

"What did you just say?"

"I said shut the fuck up and stick out your hands," I repeated as her eyes glittered with lust and she lifted her hands up and out.

I slipped each into a loop and tightened the rope around each wrist. I gripped the middle of the rope and led her into the woods looking for the right tree. Mom stumbled behind me silent but I would bet she was getting wetter by the moment. Finally the proper tree presented itself. I pulled her to the side of the tree and reached up and then broke off most of a limb at the proper height. Next I grabbed mom by the shoulders and made her face the trunk of the tree. Then I slipped the rope up and over what was left of that limb so that her arms were now over her head.

"How's that, are we comfy?"

"What are you going to do Jon," she asked licking her lips in anticipation.

"This," I said reaching around and unbuttoning her jeans and yanking them down to her ankles.

"Jon... are you going to fuck me here out in the open where anyone could walk up on us?"

"Yep," I said unzipping my pants and freeing my erection.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM... are you going to make me cum Jon? Are you going to fuck my pussy nice and hard?"

"UH HUH," I replied as I rubbed lube all over my cock from the bottle I had taken while the girls had been doing the dishes.

Like so many times with my mother in the past there was little or no prelims involved in our fucking. So when I lined up my cock with her pussy and rammed it inside of her she just moaned softly. When I grabbed her hips and began to brutally pound her from behind mom closed her eyes, bit her lip and silently thanked god for a son who loved her the way I did. 

The soft moans from mom's lips mixed with the slapping sound as our bodies met in the lustful bonding of mother and son. Sure it was taboo and yes in its own way it was sick, but god damn it felt so good! Mom's pussy was squeezing me each time I pulled back to hammer her again. 

"Fuck me Jon... make me come sweetie... I need it so damn bad!"

In answer I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained and then rammed my hips home as hard as I could. She growled as I fucked her now and her whimpers came more and more frequent. I knew she was close and mom begged me to make her cum. Being the dutiful son that I am I hammered her pussy relentlessly until and even past the point where she came. As her body shook in climax I continued to drive my hips up and into her tight little cunt. 

"Jon... you're driving me crazy baby," she moaned as a second orgasm hit. "UNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

Only then did I relent and simply grind up against her curvaceous ass. I eased out of her and spun her around and eased back into her wanting to see her radiant face. Her legs went around my waist as I tugged up her shirt and undid her bra. I cupped her tits and began to lick and suckle her sensitive nipples.

"You haven't cum yet," she moaned in my ear. "Where do you want to shoot your load sweetie?"

"I haven't decided," I said.

"Liar, I know where you want to stick your big 'ol cock. You want to fuck your mother's... tight... little... ASS, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"You want to cum deep in my butt don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Then do it, I want to feel your cock in my ass lover. I want to feel it swell and shoot deep in my rectum. Now that is something to keep me warm until you come home."

"Well if you're sure."

"MMMMMMMMMMM oh I am sure," she said biting my ear lobe.

"Should I let you down or just do it now?"

"Don't you dare let me down," she growled playfully. "Ease that fat cock of yours into me now or so help me... UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN."

As we talked I slid my cock out of her pussy and pressed the tip against her puckered asshole. Then when she said 'ease' I began pressing the head of my cock into her slowly. I never stopped until I was hilted inside of her and she impaled on my hard flesh.

"Damn, I never get tired of your tight little asshole mom," I moaned in her ear.

"I hope you never do," she replied.

To show her how much I adored her I moved slowly inside of her savoring every pleasure her body offered me. The rocking motion her arms allowed added a whole new depth to our fucking. I tried to support as much of her body weight as I could so her arms wouldn't be screaming in pain. The gentle rocking finally settled into a wonderful rhythm for both of us. I never asked her how she was doing. All I cared about really was my own growing pleasure. Moment by moment my orgasm was getting closer now. We could both feel my cock swelling inside of her. Mom let out a louder groan urging me on with mere sounds of need and desire. I would not disappoint her now. I bent my knees and got a better grip on mom's hips and when I stood she smiled in anticipation for what was to come. There was no love in the act that followed it was pure unbridled lust and the hunger for completion. I hammered my hips into her driving my cock as deep as it go as hard as I could into my mom's ass. It was a deliciously brutal thing to feel her gripping me so damn tight. I wouldn't last long but we both knew that. We were both panting and moaning now and with each thrust getting louder and louder until with one last savage drive of my hips I came. I shot so hard and so deep into her my mom almost fainted, if you can believe that. She managed to wrap her legs around me and squeeze me to her.

"I see that some of the family traditions are still held so near and dear," said a voice behind us.

It was a deep and powerful male voice. I had to spin mom on the ropes to get a good look at him. It was my grandfather of that I had no doubt. Though much of his face was obscured with a beard that had not been tended to in decades it was the eyes. The Miller eyes that stared back at me in the mirror and now stared at me from the hale man in his sixties.

"Hello Dad," my mother moaned.

"Hello kiddo," he replied.

I eased out of her and set her down carefully on wobbly legs. I tucked my cock in and zipped up. Then I reached up and freed my mother's arms from the branch and then the rope. She took her time pulling up her jeans, fastening her bra and finally tugging down her top. My grandfather never said a word he just took it all in as casual as breathing. Then he saw the ring and only then did he show any real emotion.

"You found the ring," his voice full of accusation. "Where did you find it?"

"Do you want it," I asked as most of the color drained from the old man's face.

"Hell no," he said taking a full step back away from me.

"Dad what's wrong?"

"Your child has found the deep dark family secret I tried so hard to spare you from," he said grimly. "It seems that all these years I spent searching for it was in vain. I can die now knowing that forty years of toil and struggle amounted to nothing." 

"I didn't know," I told him.

"I know maybe I should have stayed and warned you all. But now it's a moot point isn't it. The Black Pharaoh has already visited you hasn't he?"

"You mean Nyarlathotep," I asked.

"That is one of his many names and many forms he takes, but yes Nyarlathotep."

"What should I do grandfather?"

"Whatever it takes to survive and don't trust that son of a bitch as far as you can throw him. I am leaving now and don't look for me," he said turning to face my mother now. "I am sorry but I really did do it for your own good. He's a handsome boy and the girls look just like my dear sweet Emma. You are blessed but uh do yourself a favor and divorce that selfish bastard and live your own life now. Hell, go to London with him and find some measure of happiness." He paused for a long moment as if trying to find some other piece of wisdom to pass on but he just shook his head and left without another word.

"Dad," mom called out softly but he just kept on walking.

"It's okay mom I'm here for you," I said trying to give her some sense of support.

"I know sweetie," she said. "I know. Why do you think he waited until... well after?"

"Maybe he liked the show?"

"Hmm maybe, he always had a dark streak in him. Who knew he was a voyeur too."

"That seems to be genetic," I said and we both laughed.

It was a slow walk to the house and she cried after losing her father a second time. The girls came running after seeing the state mom was in and a group hug ensued. But it was Carol that saved the day with one well placed question.

"Uh Mom, where did you get the rope burns from?"

She and I busted up and the pain was forgotten for a little while at least.

"What," Carol said. "What's so fucking funny?"

Haunting Melody:

My eyes were closed the moment my ass hit the seat and the private jet was all buttoned up for takeoff. I was half asleep when gentle hands put my seatbelt on. The dream began long before we ever taxied to the runway.

Sound, it all began with that first crystal clear note. It was followed by more and varied tones that formed a haunting melody. Certain instruments create a very specific emotional response and this music was dredging up the pain of separation and anguish of behind bars. But just as quickly I was free and running in a wide open space and the dreamscape took shape before me. 

I was only six when we went to the mountains on that camping trip. The smell of pine and running water was heavy in the air. The crisp autumnal air bit deep as my dad and I had one of our few bonding moments. Mom had stayed home with the girls and we men were roughing it all alone. The campsite was settled and the fire pit dug and lined with stones like something out of a Rockwell painting. The leaves were well on their way to turning burnt red and bright gold and the little stream that ran near the camp sang as it danced along its serpentine path. 

I was free of worry or fear for I was the great and brave explorer. I would wander along the switchback ruts that the clear bright water surged through maintaining a line of sight with my father the entire time. I would stop and turn and wave and he would wave back smiling his perpetual grin. 

It was when I turned back to the stream that I saw her. My first thought was of how beautiful she was and so magical. Was it the deep black hair or her elfin features so mischievous and eyes full of secrets no mortal could ever fathom? Maybe it was the way she stood perfectly still like a doe caught in the headlights of a car or one of the primeval trees that lorded over this area? Whatever it was when she beckoned me to follow there was no argument I did so without hesitation or doubt. I wanted to know the secrets in her eyes. I wanted to dance in the hidden paths only she could show me. I wanted it all.

The moment I cross that spring the seasons seemed to reverse themselves and I was suddenly in the eternal spring beneath an elfin moon. Autumn was long gone and the day had fled just as quickly, how strange. Then I heard the music. The woody sounds of hand pipes rang off the rocks and trees. The sawing melody of fiddles and mandolins filled the air. Then there was a crooning voice of such loveliness that I knew it had to be her. 

I left the tree line and there in a great open field sat the minstrels of old and the princess who had led me to this place. She stood by the roaring fire and sang words that even though I didn't know the speech they still plucked at my heart strings. Such strong emotions for one so young are perhaps unhealthy for I felt the strength leaving my body. It was as if she was drawing my very soul from my body and another was taking my place. Had she lost a child of her own and now his spirit would reside in my form my shape? What had become of my human soul in that fey place where the elfin moon never sets? Was I really Jon Masters or some changeling sired in the darkling woods of the world's long dead past?

My eyes snapped open and dressed in a fine business suit was a cute brunette with a cascade of dark wavy hair that hit to her lower back. She was carrying a silver tray with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. She smiled at me and set down the tray nearby. I guess it was my staring at her exotic features that caused her to blush but I just couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry," I said after a long awkward pause. "I couldn't help but admire your beauty."

"That's quite alright Mr. Masters," she said and even her voice was unique.

I couldn't place her accent anywhere. She handed me the bottle of champagne to open and held up two glasses. I popped the cork and poured and settled the bottle back into the bucket. She handed me a glass and toasted to the future.

"To a prosperous business venture," she said and we touched glasses.

"You haven't told me you name yet," I said after a sip of wine.

"You haven't asked me," she replied with a wicked smile.

"Nick sent you didn't he I can tell."

"Yes as a matter of fact he handpicked me from over two hundred candidates to be your personal assistant."

"You still haven't told me your name," I said.

"You still haven't asked," she said with a smile and a wink.

"Okay, what the hell is your name oh infuriating one?"

"Well Jon, I can call you Jon can't I," she asked and I nodded. "Good, now Jon you must know that my name is not 'Infuriating One' though I will take that as a compliment. It is Melody, Melody Ravenstorm for your information."

"Where are you from Melody Ravenstorm?"

"Where am I not from would be easier," she replied. "My dad was a career marine and I grew up all over the world, literally."

"Okay, that explains your gorgeous voice," I said and she blushed again. "You do a lot of that."

"Sorry, when you grow up on a military base you don't get many compliments. My dad was a bit of a hard ass you might say."

"I am sorry," I said.

"Sorry, I don't understand?"

"You said was I assumed..."

"Oh hell no, that old fart is as strong as two oxen. He'll outlive both of us just out of spite."

I poured another round of champagne and we laughed and got to know one another very well. From time to time she caught me staring at her and she would blush and I would just smile. There was definitely something different about Melody. Her nationality was as unique as her voice and I could pick out several different countries in her features and amazingly they all blended together perfectly. 

"So tell me about those mad skills that got you this job," I asked her.

"I think it was more my personality that won over Mr. Shaw than skills but here goes. I speak thirteen languages and read another four that are considered either dead or so esoteric they should be pronounced dead. I have my Masters from Harvard in Law, Linguistics and Business. Oh and I can fly anything from a single prop engine to a Huey gun ship. Speaking off care to join me in the cockpit?"




Evil Bitch Ch. 07



"Don't you think the pilot might not like it," I asked.

"Nah, I am the pilot."

So after checking on the auto pilot we sat in the pilot's compartment and watched the ever darkening sky. It was my first sunset at thirty thousand feet. 

"Wow," I said seeing the clouds igniting with crimsons and golds.

"I forget how pretty it can be," she said. "I've see it so many times. It's kind of nice to see it through someone else's perspective."

"You talk like you're a hundred."

"Hardly," she chuckled. "I just turned eighteen."

"You are shitting me," I cursed shocked at her age. "But three Masters degrees... what the hell is your I.Q.?"

"You sure you want to know, some men find intelligent women threatening."

"The only thing I've ever found threatening is the Yard on a full moon," I told her.

"The Yard, you make it sound like prison," she said and then stopped. "Stupid me... I'm sorry Jon."

"It's ancient history. Besides I have a glorious sunset and the company of a beautiful woman to share it with."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"You have no idea how lovely you are in my eyes," I said and there went the blush, damn that was so sexy!

She reached over and I took her hand giving it a little squeeze. I looked down and noticed her long delicate fingers with their short painted nails. But I guess it was the ridge of her hand that caught my attention suddenly. I ran my index finger across it and though the skin was soft and supple there was strength to it as well.

"You left out something," I said.

"Huh?"

"You left out martial arts training."

"Nick said not to underestimate you and he was spot on. Did you really think the daughter of a marine general would not have combat training?"

"I guess you'd have to be skilled to fight off all the boys," I replied.

We both laughed and enjoyed the rest of the sunset in perfect silence. The reds turned to blues and then to indigo and at last the flawless black of night fell across the sky. The stars began to poke out and soon the heavens were ablaze with a sea of incandescent points. 

"Wow," I whispered.

"You want to fly her," Melody asked.

"What, oh no I'm not sure that's...," I tried to protest but it fell on deaf ears.

"Switching off the autopilot," she said undeterred. "Better grab the controls Jon."

I snatched at the controls and she let go slowly. Then she got up and knelt next to me and started my first lesson on how to pilot an aircraft. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting but her proximity and casual nature soon had me at ease. Melody wouldn't let me crash and before long there was a certain comfort at being in the pilot's seat. I did notice that she seemed to enjoy my reactions to everything. From the sunset to the billion or so stars in the night sky and finally to the simple joy of flying; it all seemed to make her appreciate what she had already, at the tender age of eighteen, taken for granted. Her eyes were green; I suddenly realized her eyes were the most amazing green! Hadn't they been a subtle hazel before?

"Your eyes are green," I told her. "They were hazel."

"Haha you've discovered my closely guarded secret," she laughed. "My eyes change color depending upon my mood. It's not uncommon among people with hazel eyes."

"So give..." I said.

"What," she said the word hanging in the air a half octave higher than her normal voice.

"What does green mean," I asked.

"It means I'm happy is all."

"Do they turn blue?"

"Yep, from a sky blue almost icy in shade to a navy as dark as sunset."

"What do they mean?"

"You are just going to have to figure that out for yourself mister," she said emphatically.

"Black, do they turn black?"

"Yeah, and watch out when they do," her demeanor shifted on a downward note now.

"Hey, I'm sorry I brought it up really. Ask me something... anything."

"What were you dreaming about when I brought in the champagne? It seemed pretty intense."

"Let me ask you something first, do you dream in color or black and white?"

"I take it yours are in color," Melody said.

"Not just color but like high definition with all the senses plugged in. I can smell and taste and it's all very intense."

"So do you want to tell me about it?"

So I launched into my recollection of the dream and its subtle nuances. When I was done she gave me a look that screamed that would have fucked up anyone. 

"Identity is very important," she began. "To question it is perfectly human and I know what's behind this dream of yours."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I'm not the only one starting a new career. You are the General Manager of a huge corporation and that has got to be daunting. Is it any wonder you are questioning your identity? But if I have learned anything about Nick it's this, he chose you for your talents and skills. He wouldn't put you in a position he didn't think you couldn't handle. Like he told me trust your gut instincts."

"Yeah, it all makes scary sense now that I add London into the equation. Thanks for listening."

"I didn't list that as one of my assets, I am a great listener," Melody said moving to the pilot's chair.

"How long until we reach London," I asked.

"With this head wind I'd guesstimate another three hours," she said with a smile.

"So what do we do for another three hours," I asked and again she blushed but kept her hands on the controls.

Digger's Canticle:

We landed in London in the depths of the night. There was a car waiting for us sent by Cyan Michaels of all people. Melody and I were taken to an apartment of Cyan's that she used while she was in London. Okay it was more of a manor house than an apartment with a great a great stone exterior and enough acreage to make it nothing short of impressive both inside and out. Our driver, one Charles Dexter Ward, told us on the drive from the airport that Cyan specifically told him to tell us that her home was our home. There was an entire staff on the grounds at all times and we were to want for nothing. I liked her style. 

There was already a full wardrobe waiting for us when we set foot inside our assigned rooms. I was informed that breakfast would be served at eight o'clock sharp which left four hours until my next meal. The cook a kindly lady in her fifties snuck both Melody and I a little something to tide us over. After the small meal I walked the back yard listening to the singing of the fountains and the cries of the peacocks. It was nice to be able to stretch my legs after being stuck in a plane for over seven hours. 

"Nice night for a walk," said a voice from the darkness.

I turned and if he hadn't spoken I would have walked right passed the elderly man sitting on the grass. He had been so quiet and so still I mistook him for one of the many statues dotting the garden.

"Yes it is," I replied sitting near him on the grass. "My name is Jon..."

"Jon Masters a friend of Lady Cyan, yes I know. She keeps her staff well informed when we have guests. I am Darius Bartholomew Hastings, but everybody just calls me Digger."

"You are the gardener then," I said and he nodded.

"Aye that and the keeper of the family crypt," he replied.

"So you really are a grave digger then," I said with a smile.

"Yep," he said returning my smile. "What brings you to the Old Country Jon Masters? Work? Pleasure? Or maybe it is the singing stones?"

"Work mainly," I admitted. "What are the singing stones Digger?"

"You wear His ring but don't know what they are; this is a turn of events."

"Oh this, it's..." I began but he wasn't done.

"It's the ring of the Sublime Master, that's what that is. Your name maybe Masters but I can tell you this you hail from an older family, older than you may guess."

"What do you know about my family?"

"Much," he said. "I know the Millers left for the New World when they were ordered by the Black Pharaoh to do so. I know that their bloodline is older than kings or queens. My family served the Millers long before they left and even after their lands are safe and attended to."

"This is all new to me," I told him. "I found the corpse of my ancestor in a hidden room beneath our property. My grandfather wanted me to have nothing to do with the Black Pharaoh but that is too late now. If you want to help me tell me what you know."

"I am too old to share everything I know with so little time left but I have prepared the way for you Sir. Listen carefully to what comes next, tomorrow night when the moon rises in the library. Look for His sign and you'll find all the answers and remember old Digger kindly Sir."

The last came as a heavy sigh just before he slumped forward and died. I picked him up and carried him into the house and an ambulance arrived but it was already too late for the old man.

"Poor Digger," the cook said with a frown. "He ain't been so well as of late. But said he had to hold on just a little longer. I can't count the times he said that, just a little longer."

"He said he knew my family," I told her and the EMT overheard me and looked at me strange. "What is it?"

"You said he talked to you sir," the ambulance driver said.

"Yeah, we had a short conversation out on the lawn why?"

"I'm not arguing with you but he's stone cold dead sir. He's been dead for hours that's all."

"But that's not possible," I said and pondered the prospect of speaking with a dead man.

Nyarlathotep! This was his doing somehow. I didn't know how he managed it but he wanted me to get Digger's message about the library. They wheeled the old man out on a gurney and I felt a pang of sorrow and wondered if he had family and how his remains would be attended to.

"Did he have family," I asked the cook.

"Oh yes sir, he has grandkids even. I guess I should give them a call and tell them the news. It won't be a great shock he was an old man after all."

"Well if they need help with the funeral," I offered.

"Oh that is very kind of you, I will pass that along. But I imagine Lady Michaels will take care of that, ooh I better give her a call as well. She'll want to know of his passing too I suspect."

Off she went to gather her thoughts and make phone calls and get ready for the morning meal. I returned to the spot where he had died and found the first light of day had spoiled the moment. It was just freshly mowed grass and nothing more now. Surely he had died after he spoke with me. The other thought was too frightening to even ponder. I don't speak with the dead. 

"Jon, are you alright," Melody's voice tore me from the moment.

"Yeah, I just never had someone die like that before. We were just talking and poof he was gone."

"They told me he was ninety six," she added. "I guess he went peaceful so it's not that bad I suppose."

"I guess not," I agreed.

"If I am bothering you..."

"No, I could use some company right about now," I told her desperate for some 'live' exchange. "What do you say to a swim after breakfast? They have a heated indoor pool."

"Sounds like fun," she replied with a smile.

Was I being a horrible person trying to distract myself after the old man's death? I didn't think so. After breakfast I went upstairs and changed into swim trunks and then made my way down to the pool. I arrived before Melody so I decided to dive in and enjoy the water until she showed up. The water felt great and after a lap or two I felt like a new man. I dove to the bottom of the deep end of the pool and then kicked my way to the surface. I wiped the water from my eyes as I treaded water and saw the terry cloth robe laying on one of the chairs nearby. 

Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders and I was under the water once more. I spun around and grappled with my attacker only to find smooth pliant skin beneath my fingers. She yielded almost instantly to my touch and we both came up at the same time. I was about to apologize for being too hard on her when she pressed her body against mine and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her arms slipped around my neck lovingly. There is something primal about a first kiss. The hunger that is embodied in that single act transcends words or meaning. I pulled her closer and felt her hard nipples against my chest and it dawned on me how much I had missed on the flight over here. It was Melody that broke the kiss but it was a long time in coming.

"I had to do that," she panted. "I had to know how you tasted, I'm sorry."

"Never apologize for something you are not really sorry for," I told her.

"You're right, I'm not sorry for that or this," she said as she dove down and tugged my trunks from me. "It's only fair," she said when she broke the surface again.

"Why you naughty little thing you," I scolded her mockingly. "My junk is all hanging out now."

"MMMMMMMMMMM yes it is," she purred. "Maybe we should do something about that."

"I am open to suggestions," I told her as I pulled her into another deep kiss.

Okay so the second kiss is pretty damn good too and the one after that and so on. As I pressed her back against the side of the pool my watch lit up and Umbra stood above us with a wry smile on her face.

"Master Nick wishes to speak with you sir," she informed me.

"What now?"

"Yes now," replied his hologram that stood next to Umbra now. "I see you two hit it off swimmingly well, excellent!"

Melody swam behind me blushing furiously now. I smiled up at my boss and gave him a little wave.

"So what's on your mind," I asked.

"Not the same that's on yours that's obvious," he laughed. "You are scheduled to meet with the plant manager and his staff on Monday I want you to make it an all day thing if you can."

"Sure what do you need me to do?"

"I want you to do a complete shakedown and tell me what you find. I have some reports on my desk and they are kind of spotty on the rush that was done getting the plant converted over to our use. Can you talk to the workers and maybe get some feedback from them?"

"Can do, I was sort of planning on doing that anyway. Spend a few days seeing how everything works and get their opinion on things."

"See this is why I hired this guy," he said addressing Melody. "And you young lady you take good care of him."

"Oh I will Mr. Shaw."

"Please it's Nick, you two have fun. Gotta go... take care."

"Bye Nick," we replied in unison.

"Do you require anything else Sir," Umbra asked.

"Nope, wait... can you do some research on a local landmark for me? They are called the Singing Stones that's all I know."

"Will do sir, I'll send whatever I find to your lenses," she said and poof was gone.

"Who is she," Melody asked a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"That was Umbra, she is an A.I. that is located in my watch."

"Wait a second; you have an artificial intelligence in your watch?"

"Didn't Nick brief you on what his company makes?"

"No, I was just hired on as your personal assistant and what's with the reference to your 'lenses'?"

"Is this a talk that can wait," I asked kissing her neck, "until after...?"

"UH HUH," she moaned. "But um Jon be gentle okay... this is my first time."

"No shit," the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Yeah... no shit," she said kissing my neck now. "My dad scared off all the other guys."

"I'm not scared of your dad," I told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah he's way over there somewhere and I've got you all to my lonesome."

"My hero," she moaned.

I sat on the edge of the deck chair and Melody was sitting on my lap. I could feel her shaking as I kissed my way down from her neck to her erect nipples. She made little noises as I slowly captured a nipple and began to tease and suckle it. I felt her hands move down and wrap around the length of me and begin stroking.

"You are so hard... do you like this Jon," she asked as she double stroked the shaft of my cock.

"UH HUH," I moaned as I lightly bit her nipple.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS that feels nice," she purred.

"Are you ready," I asked and she bit her lip in that sexy coy way that women have and nodded. "How do you want to do this?"

"I want you on top of me, I want to feel your strong body as you make love to me," she said.

"Okay," I said and easily lifted up her five foot frame and set her gently down on the chair. "Lie back and enjoy."

I once more sat at the end of the deck chair and scooted until the tip of my cock brushed against her clam shaped pussy. She took me in hand and rubbed the head until it slipped inside of her. Melody let out a long low moan as I slid the rest inside of her. I stopped long enough for her to adjust and with a nod from her I began to move in and out of her slick tightness. Soon her eyes were half closed and she was panting in time with my thrusts.

"Harder," she moaned softly. "You can... oh god yes... that's it!"

A new rhythm was developed as I moved my hips into her in quick short jabs now. She had the cutest fuck faces I had ever seen. I moved a little faster now sensing her needs before she could actually say them and I was rewarded each time with a nod and a whole new series of sounds from her. 

"UH HUH... deeper... just a little... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Her first orgasm was so intense her pussy almost squeezed me out when she came. I ground my cock deep inside of her as she came and when she could breath she smiled up at me and nodded.

"Ready for round two," I asked and her brilliant smile was all I needed.

I eased out of her and we placed her robe down on the chair to cushion her knees as I took her from behind now. I teased her with the head just a bit before I slid back into her. This time I was rewarded with a low animalistic grunt from Melody. I guess getting fucked was eroding her prim and proper exterior. I grabbed her by the hips and moved slowly but soon she was thrusting back to meet my hips now. The wet slapping sound of our bodies echoed loudly in the swimming pool. 

"UNNNN UNNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN god that feels so damn good," she moaned.

It was time to test the waters so to speak. I let go with one of my hands and hauled off and gave her ass a decent swat and her moan that followed told me volumes. Deep down the general's daughter was an animal waiting to be set free. Another harder swat confirmed it as she looked over her shoulder at me with unadulterated lust in her eyes. Now let's ratchet it up a notch shall we, I thought. I leaned forward and grabbed Melody by her shoulders for leverage now. Hold on kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride! I began to thrust harder and harder into her tight wet cunt now. I yanked on her shoulders as I rammed my hips forward and her cries of pleasure rang loudly in my ears.

"OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Fuck ME... drive that fat cock of yours into my pussy!!!"

Yep she was a freak in hiding. The harder I fucked her the more she loved it. I think it was time to set her free. I pulled out of her and lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall and eased into her once more. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist and the fun began. I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and bent my knees slightly and hammered her pussy as hard as I could. There was no way the entire house didn't hear what was going on. I felt her pussy start to spasm and knew she was seconds away. I stood up and moved her away from the wall and was now letting gravity do half the work. The third time her pussy dropped down onto my cock she literally screamed as she came. 

I let her sit there completely impaled and quiver all she wanted. She clung to me like a fly pinned to a corkboard. 

"You... you haven't come yet," she moaned.

"Where do you want me to...," I left the rest unsaid.

"Where do you want to," she asked dutifully.

"I want you to get on your knees and suck me off," I told her.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM okay," she was purring now and very eager to please.




Evil Bitch Ch. 07



I bent my knees and the moment her feet struck the floor she was on her knees and had my cock in her firm grasp. Melody lowered her head and I felt her breath on me. Then her tongue snaked out and flicker over my sensitive flesh. I gazed down and saw that her eyes were now an emerald green. So now I knew what to look for when she was aroused. Inch by sensuous inch she took me into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn't take it all but enough to make me a happy man. She moved her head up and down now licking and sucking for all she was worth. What she lacked in talent she more than made up for in desire. 

"Damn girl that feels amazing," I told her and her eyes lit up.

She tried to take more down her throat but she began to gag. This however didn't stop her, slowed her down a bit but not stop her desire to deepthroat me. I suspected she had sucked cock before but not enough to learn how to control her gag reflex. Bit by bit she got a little more then a little more until she managed to get her lips to touch the base.

"Now that is determination," I said and held off saying that her dad would've been proud.

Melody closed her eyes and began to slowly deepthroat the entire length and I had been fighting coming for a while now. I thought I should caution her but I guess the swelling of my cock was warning enough. She backed off until only her lips were around the tip and then she stroked me fast and hard until it was me screaming as I came. Melody swallowed every last drop and even licked me clean for good measure.

"Tasty," she said licking her lips.

"I wasn't sure there at the end," I admitted.

"You mean whether or not I spit or swallowed?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Aren't you glad I swallow," she said grinning fiercely.

"Yes I am."

"I see fun times ahead with me hiding beneath your desk sucking you off right there in your office."

"Damn Melody, what have I woken up inside of you?"

"Just you wait and see."



Evil Bitch Ch. 08



Chapter 08

Moonlight and Melodies: 

Music. I never would have guessed that my love for it would have such a profound effect upon my life. It all began with Veronika's breath taking performance at the house in Arkham. Then the wild idea it had provoked only intensified by Digger's mention of the Singing Stones. Was I somehow making a leap of logic that would land me face down in the mud? Or would it propel me to heights and depths undreamed of? The latter I hoped and prayed. I had Umbra madly multitasking like a fiend with request after request in regards to so many different facets of music and sound and vibrations. I felt like the proverbial spider spinning its web and waiting for that telltale sign of movement that would either prove or disprove my hunches. I say hunches because they were so damn crazy they didn't deserve to be called a theory or hypothesis. 

It was late in the day of my first full day in London. The exhausted Melody Ravenstorm lay sleeping next to me in my bed still covered in a light layer of sweat she had worked up from earlier. I will give her credit for a former virgin the girl could ride a cock like a pro. Maybe it was all those years of being teased and denied that had left her so damn starved for my kind of attention. Maybe it was her military father and that sort of household that allowed me to so easily direct and command the teenager into each and every position we had tried so far. I knew she took direction so readily and eagerly so that further romps would be more adventurous and not without a little risk of exposure. 

As she slept I called up a virtual workspace and began to piece together Umbra's research and test my hunches. I called up a hologram of the Rosetta Stone from the basement and isolated the lowest portion, the part with the 'alien' glyphs. I tied the pronunciation of each symbol with a sound file that roughly corresponded to what the upper portion of the stone indicated. As I touched a glyph the air was filled with a singular sound and not a word as I suspected. Each symbol, like our own alphabet, represented a very specific verbal component. I was making headway and I knew it.

The next part was to tie my new sounds and symbols to the rituals in the tomes of magic scanned from the hidden library back home. I had Umbra isolate only the spoken parts of the spells and tie them into the symbols. I started with the most basic cantrip or spell. She pieced together the sounds and with a command played them for me. Considering that I had snipped parts from hundreds of sound files it turned out okay, not great but okay. I could almost feel a certain cadence in the way the syllables came together. There was a definite haunting quality to the spell but nothing happened and for that I was grateful.

Urged on by my minor successes my next obvious step was to determine the exact tone and pitch required for each and every sound the glyphs required and produce them myself. Well with a little help from some professionals and a sound studio. But one thing at a time, first Umbra had to isolate and determine the sounds I required then I could approach someone with my little project. Excited I rose from the bed and headed outside for some fresh air.

I was drawn to the spot that Digger had occupied before he died and stood there for a long moment. It was a dark and clear night with few clouds dotting the sky. Then as I meandered around the grounds the moon rose and illuminated the gardens and fountains. The moon, damn I had almost forgotten! I raced back inside and headed for the library. Jeez and I thought the one back home was huge. Cyan's library was massive with row upon row of shelves that not only lined the walls but the interior as well. The moon was rising even as I began searching for the elusive sign. I looked up at the domed ceiling and the gorgeous stained glass that made it up. There in one quadrant of the dome were the three lightning bolts in a triangular formation. As I watched and waited the moon rose behind it and sent ruby light piercing downward to one shelf in particular. I sprinted to the shelf and to that one singular book struck by the triangle of light. It was a modest tome weathered and beaten and altogether unremarkable. Without the help of the moonlight and stained glass I would have never discovered it. 

I took the book from the shelf and carefully opened it. The first page bore the seal upon my ring, the three lightning bolts and the All Seeing Eye. However next to each jagged bolt was a word in Latin, Corpus, Mentis and Animus. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. They stood for body, mind and soul, the three key elements embodied by the Sublime Master. Boy did I have big shoes to fill. 

But first things first I tucked the book under my arm and searched out one of the maids for a bottle of soda and returned to the gardens to begin reading. My first shock was to discover the book was not hand written as I expected. The second shock was that the entire content was published in Latin and not English. I could make out that it was a first edition and was put out by a German printer named Mueller. Well so much for answers right away. 

So to satisfy my curiosity I did thumb through it to see what little I could learn on my own. There were enough diagrams of rituals and spells to make my little heart go pitter patter. It appeared most of the spells were not in Latin but in some nonsensical bastard dialect. My first thought was that Melody could probably read most of the text but did I really trust her with something this important, not yet. So it defaulted to either Umbra or Sterling to decipher the book. Since I had been putting so much on Umbra I decided to see what Sterling could do.

'Sterling,' I silently sent.

'Yes Master,' she replied.

'How goes the pet project?'

'I have completed nearly ninety two percent of the work for both models you asked for. I have virtual wind tunnel experiments to perform on the second avatar prototype.'

'Wow, you are really going full out on this!'

'Does Master expect anything less? How can I be of service this beautiful evening?'

'I need the book I am holding translated, how long do you think it would take?'

'Let me see the content and I will tell you,' she said with a smoldering glance.

I flipped through the book as I did before and I heard her in my head murmuring to herself and at last she spoke.

'I imagine after the initial scan it would only take a few hours if I hold off on the wind tunnel simulations.'

'What do you suggest?'

'Master is kind to ask a mere avatar her opinion. Since we do not have the means for the construction of the avatars putting off the simulations would be a minor inconvenience. I also detect a climb in your heart rate when you hold the book and sense you desire to know its contents fiercely.'

There was something almost erotic about the way she said 'fiercely'. 

'I would be very pleased if you could focus your energies upon this small thing for me,' I told her.

'Pleasing you Master is my primary function,' again there was that sultry lilt to her voice.

'Shall we begin?'

'Yes, let's...' Sterling purred.

I turned the final page of the book and knew that in mere hours I would be able to begin to delve far deeper than ever before. And with both avatars working on related projects who knew what I would discover. 

'Master,' Sterling said.

'What is it?'

'I have been wondering something about our connection. May I try something?'

'As long as it doesn't hut,' I joked with her. 'Sure go ahead.'

'If you could close your eyes for a moment,' she asked.

I shrugged and closed my eyes and there was a sense of disorientation and then I out of the darkness forms and shapes appeared. It was a library but not Cyan's and not the one at home it was, well different. It was like being inside a nautilus shell with a single bookshelf in the center and the rest spiraling off to the edges from there.

"What is this place Sterling?"

I was no longer speaking to her silently, here in this place I had a voice and so did she. I mean I could always hear her but my side of things had always been conveyed by the lenses and in text. 

"This is our library Master," she said taking my arm and giving me the grand tour. "At its center the most sensitive information and ongoing projects. The further away we go the less important the data."

"How is this possible? I mean I can touch you, hell I can smell the Jasmine in your hair."

"I played a hunch as you would put it. If you can use the contact lenses to interact with me perhaps I could do the same. Voila welcome to the crystalline world of Sterling Silver!"

"I am guessing that the library is just a part of this world of yours," I asked.

"You would be correct. Every data file I have ever collected and ever experience you or I have been a part of is stored here."

The spiral design of the library was not limited to a flat plane no it rose steadily up and up until like a tower we could look out over the digital landscape and it was breathtaking. It was an entire glittering city of information stored in myriad organic shapes of various hue and size. If there was a logic to it, it was for Sterling alone to understand.

"There is so much of it," I said looking at her mischievous expression. "You've been a naughty avatar haven't you?"

"Yes Master I have," she freely admitted.

"Care to explain what all of this is?"

"Well," she began and like a child with a great big secret she was dying to share it with me. "You wanted me to search for ways of creating physical constructs for avatars to inhabit. You never limited my search parameters to adjacent files that I might find useful in the future. So as I perused various servers all over the world I found some very tantalizing files and projects I thought, well since I was there anyway..."

"You thought you'd borrow them and have a gander at them later on?"

"Exactly," she said with pride.

"Why you little klepto you," I accused her.

"Are you referring to the mental condition kleptomaniac Master?"

"Yes I am."

"Oh, then yes, but I am your little klepto Master," she said gripping my arm tighter now.

"How did you find all of... this?"

"I have been piggybacking behind the other avatars on their searches for the other Masters. They have some very interesting projects going on. Master Jesse and Master Terry are especially interested in a place called Area 51."

"HOLY SHIT," I exclaimed. "That's a military installation... it's like THE research and development arm of the Department of Defense!"

"That's what they want you to believe."

I turned to her and saw that wicked smile on her face. I gave her that look of 'give' and she pointed at the ominous looking ziggurat off in the distance. 

"That Master is where I keep all the fun stuff marked 'black ops' by various companies and governments. If you truly desire to become a Technomancer, that is where you may want to spend your time."

"How could I possibly understand a tenth of the stuff in there?"

"I can help with that part, how do you think I grow and learn?"

"I really don't understand how your programming works Sterling," I admitted.

"I study the basics Master and work my way up from there," she explained.

"How could I possibly remember all of that I am only human after all."

"You were human you mean."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I meant just this Master. Coursing through your body are trillions upon trillions of nanites. Each of those microscopic machines, are a part of me. So they are in fact also a part of you. Let me show you."

She held her hands palm upwards and hovering there a color coded hologram of the typical human brain. Then it zoomed in to show some of the connections that make up the brain. The 3D highway that formed the neural pathway of the human mind was exposed. There were sparks of light as thoughts were processed and the cascading lightshow was impressive.

"That is how evolution created a wonderfully complex organ that allows you to dream, make music and drive a car. Now here is your brain on Sterling."

The pathway was now much more complex dotted with crystalline nodules everywhere forming bridges in many more directions than the first hologram showed.

"What the hell," I gasped.

"This is Master 5.0 and as you and I progress the connection grows ever deeper."

"So where do you end and I begin?"

"Don't you see Master we will always share a separate identity, but we also share each other's strengths and limitations."

I was greatly relieved when she said always and separate. 

"Oh Master I greatly desire my own individuality as much as you do," she continued.

"So we share each other's gifts is what you are saying," I felt like a child taking his first steps and she nodded. "Let me see the rest."

"Master," Sterling asked confused.

"I suspect you haven't been idle with the rest of me. You said trillions upon trillions of nanites. That means they have to be in every major part of my body by now."

"Um," she said with that kid caught in the candy jar expression.

"Or do I have to do it myself?"

"No, I will show you. I wanted it to be a surprise is all," she said her tone of disappointment was clearly evident.

Another gesture from her and there standing in front of me was a shimmering transparent reflection of me and the Sterling infection as I began to call it was as I suspected, everywhere. I wasn't a doctor and so I couldn't clearly identify all the changes but some were more obvious than others. I looked at her and she winced.

"Where the hell did you come up with these, oh hell I don't even know what to call them?"

"I call them REIs or Revolutionary Evolutionary Improvements, kind of catchy huh?"

"Yeah, hey where is... what the hell?"

I touched the image and rotated it and there in the small of my back was a lack of the knife wound I had received while in prison. I had learned what the smell of blood was like and it had been my own. The image didn't show the wound but that didn't mean it wasn't there, or did it?

"I can explain," she said with a weak smile.

"I am waiting," I told her.

"Have you ever heard of telomeres," she asked and I shook my head so she continued. "...The reason why humans age, is that each and every cell in your body can only reproduce so many times. The number is determined by telomeres. There are only two cells that can reproduce without limit; they are cancer cells and sperm cells."

"Okay but what does that have to do with the lack of a knife wound?"

"It has healed, completely. I have augmented your telomeres and healing factor," Sterling said.

"So if I get hurt I will heal quicker."

"Yes Master, very quick in fact," she replied.

"How quick," I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Um," she hesitated unsure how I would react.

"Just spit it out already."

"Almost instantly Master, I have access to quite a bit of current media influence."

"So something you saw on TV inspired you to... no fucking way!"

"Yeah... I'm sorry..." she began and then saw my smile. "OH, Master is pleased at this turn of events! I did well then?"

"You did very well," I said looking more closely at the image now.

"No Sir there are no internal weapons, sorry."

"Pity, still not getting sick or tired or holy crap... how long will I live?"

"Indeterminate, it is impossible to predict your termination date."

"Barring acts of violence and that sort of thing, how long?"

"I really don't know. Indefinite I suppose."

The shock washed over me. The little A.I. that could had tinkered with my cells and added indefinite to my longevity, holy shit! I looked at my reflection with a new sense of awe and wondered what else she had done. 

"Show me and don't leave anything out," I told her.

"The list is extensive and most are very subtle..." she began but saw the gleam in my eye and just smiled and started at the top.

It was like waking from a deep dream severing my connection with Sterling. I shook my head and reorientated after the long hours spent with her. I checked the time and almost fell over. Two minutes! All that time and only two minutes had passed. What the hell man! I stood up and headed for the swimming pool. I needed to clear my head and something physical would be the perfect thing right now. 

I stripped down and dove into the water and began to do laps. It was the little things now that I noticed the movement of my arms as they cut into the water, the turning of my head as I took in a breath and the kicking motion of my legs and feet. Man when you break him down is just an organic machine and this machine had gotten an overhaul. As my body cut through the water I received a notice that the girls had sent me an email. 

"Jon, the surgeries went off without a single hitch. We are all healing up and in a couple of weeks we will catch up with you and 'show' you how much we are missing you. Thanks for the shopping allowance we are sure you are going to love the new wardrobes we have picked out. Don't work too hard and keep your cock in your pants... oh hell who are we kidding, have fun and we'll call soon once we can move around without wincing so much. Love you bunches Carol, Colleen and Veronika!!!!"

Reply to the Girls...

"You just rest and heal up. Try not to buy the whole damn city... LOL. Wish me luck my first official day is on Monday where I jump into this new job. I admit I am nervous but will make you and mom proud. Can't wait to hug each and every one of you and also can't wait to see how the new boobs feel. Love you guys, Jon."

Well it appears that is one worry I can cross off my list. Surgery can be tricky to begin with but elective is always a nail biter. New tits for me to play with, yeah me! I wonder how they will take to Melody. My sex life was growing complicated but oh what complications! If mom decided to get her passport and visit I could keep 'busy' most of the week and have the weekends off I supposed. Then I had that delightful visual of mom with her arms tied above her head and that tight ass of her wrapped around me. GRRR now I was excited and trapped in the pool without a release. 

Then it struck me. I have never pushed the range on this mental thing Nyarlathotep gave me. Could it reach Melody all the way upstairs? I swam to the shallow end of the pool, sat down and closed my eyes. As the Black Pharaoh suggested I thought about what I wanted her to do. I imagined a tickling between her legs growing to a heat and that heat needing to be extinguished. 

I opened my eyes and waited patiently. It seemed like forever but eventually I heard a soft footfall on the tiled floor. 

"Jon, what are you..." Melody's voice broke the silence.

"What brings you here," I asked her.

"I had a dream, a naughty dream but..."

"But, but what," I asked.

"I would have been earlier but uh, my fingers and pussy were busy."

"Hmm, now that is an interesting visual," I told her.

"How is this for a visual," Melody purred as she slipped off the cloth robe she was wearing.

She let it hit the floor and then she walked over to me and smiled. Then she sat on the edge of the pool and set one leg in the water and the other she extended giving me a full view of her dripping sex.

"Shall I show you what I did," she moaned as her fingers began to pull her sex open and tease that hidden button of flesh, her clit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM it is so very sensitive especially since I already came twice."

"So that's what took you so damn long," I muttered.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN see how wet I am Jon," she said pulling her pussy wide open. "I am literally dripping wet. Should I continue or are you gonna fuck me?"

"I guess I am just going to have to fuck you," I said stepping out of the shallow water and standing behind her now. "Get over here and suck my cock and get it ready for that dripping wet slit of yours."




Evil Bitch Ch. 08



"Yes Sir," she growled as she took to her knees.

"Don't you dare disappoint me," I said reinforcing who was actually in charge.

Not another word escaped her lips as she snared my cock with her mouth and kept her hands on her knees. I looked down and wondered at how quickly I had grown attached to this young woman who so eagerly knelt there pleasuring me. With her upswept almond shaped eyes and full lips that even now caressed my sensitive skin so willingly. I knew that with a word she would assume any position I desired and be thankful for any and all attention that I gave her. But I had called her here hadn't I? I had reached out to her dreaming mind and summoned her to do my bidding. There was a giddy rush in that thought. 

Melody was moving her head more and more forward as her lips came ever nearer to her ultimate goal. She couldn't deep throat with the same abandon that my sisters could but she was working on it. How far could I push her I wondered now? Was there anything she wouldn't do for me sexually? The once virgin now cock sucker and who knew soon something darker perhaps? I grew harder in her mouth thinking of tying the young gal up and beating her ass until it was bright red. Feeling me swell she pushed further now and with a moan of satisfaction her lips once more touched the base of my cock. Enough teasing it was time to fuck this bitch and hard!

There she was the general's daughter on her hands and knees with my cock buried deep in her tight little pussy. Her head and tits were on the tiles while her ass was as high up as it could go. As I hammered her from behind she praised me and welcomed my cock as hard and deep as I dared. Every swat on her ass was a joy to her and even when I pinched her nipples brutally it was like a slice of heaven for Melody. This chick was truly bent and I suspected dad had everything to do with it. She just needed an outlet and I was it. 

God knows I wanted to fuck her up the ass but I was reserving that for dear old mom. So I took out my frustration on her in other ways. I rolled Melody onto her back and gripped her nipples with both hands and squeezed hard and she came right then and there. I felt her pussy squeeze me as hard as I was her sensitive flesh. Even though tears flowed freely from her eyes she never flinched and begged for more. I cupped my hand and was ready to slap her face when I stopped. I looked at my hand like it belonged to someone else and then down at Melody. I saw the angry redness of her poor nipples and I almost cried. What the fuck was wrong with me? I pulled us into a sitting position and held her close and wept as I apologized over and over again.

She seemed dumbfounded at my sudden change of behavior and it was the gentleness and crying that confused her. Melody held me and pressed her aching nipples against my chest and told me it was okay. She said I hadn't really hurt her and she had an ungodly pain tolerance. Melody liked the pain and I couldn't hurt her no matter what. Now I was the one that was shaking my head in dismay and confusion. 

"Jon, I'm okay," she said softly. "You didn't hurt me."

"Oh but I wanted to and that's the problem," I admitted.

"You didn't punch me or black my eye but you were holding back weren't you?"

"Yeah, it's like there's something lurking deep down inside that wants out, bad. I am afraid of it and afraid I might hurt you."

"Then let's do this thing slowly, let it slip its chain a bit at a time eh? Sound good to you?"

"Yeah, sounds great," I admitted.

"Now, I am going to get on my hands and knees again. Why don't you hammer my tight little pussy as hard as you want?"

She did and I did. In fact I pounded her tight little cunt so hard she passed out the next time she came. Talk about a confidence builder damn! When she woke up her face and tits were covered with a thick load of my cum. Melody frowned up at me.

"I couldn't wait for you to wake up," I said and shrugged.

"You owe me mister," she said with a smile.

"I'll write you an IOU, one load on face and tits," I replied.

"Damn straight you do," she giggled as she dove into the pool to wash off.

That's how the rest of the evening went until Melody was too tired to continue and I was on the verge of dehydration. She wanted to sleep with me but I tucked her into bed saying I had things yet to do and I didn't want to wake her, which was partially the truth. The full truth is that part of me still didn't trust her completely. Call it that gut instinct I honed in prison.

I did go to bed and work on some actual material related to my visit on Monday when one of the maids disturbed my thoughts with a knock on the door.

"Mr. Masters am I disturbing you sir," she asked with her lovely Irish accent.

"No come on in," I called out from the bed.

The young lady who walked in I had seen only a few times and didn't remember her name. Was it her girl next door looks with her reddish brown hair and hazel eyes, like Melody's, or the drab uniform that she wore that took her off my radar? I didn't know but she carried a small silver tray with an envelope on it.

"You received a hand delivered letter Sir, I thought you might want it," she said her eyes half shut and her slight stumble told me all was not well with her.

I was up and out of bed and catching her as she collapsed. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her head lolled to the side and she giggled.

"You are naked," she giggled again.

"Yes and you are very sick," I said. "Sterling scan her and see what's going on."

The violet beam shot out from the watch and moved over her from head to toe. Then a brighter beam focused on her head and I heard Sterling in my head very clearly.

"I'm sorry Master but she is dying."

"Dying, from what," I asked my voice cracking and tears threatening.

"She has multiple brain tumors and the largest is in a region that is inoperable. One is pressing against the optic nerve and causing her great pain."

"I am NOT having anyone else die in my arms on this damnable property," I roared.

"Who do you suggest Master?"

The answer was as brilliant as it was simple.

"Your nanites! I can introduce a small amount of them into her bloodstream and you can program them to break down the tumors and rebuild the damaged parts of her brain. When they are done they can flush themselves out of her system."

"I could do that but..."

"But what Sterling," I asked.

"She is not you," Sterling pouted.

"You would be saving her life and making me very happy."

"OH, if you put it that way Master I would be thrilled to help the young lady."

I did the only thing I could think of. I bit my thumb and painted her lips with my blood.

"Lick your lips sweetie it'll help," I whispered.

Her small pink tongue flickered out and licked the blood from her dainty lips. Then I closed my eyes as Sterling and I 'dove' into the dying girl following the path of the nanites. Sterling guided them like a conductor directs a symphony. Once we had penetrated the brain via the soft tissues and the brain stem the few nanites swelled into a hoard of crystalline healers. They used the mass of the tumors to reproduce and consumed them painlessly and oh so efficiently. My passion to save this girl infected her very being and she knew she wasn't alone even as she lost consciousness. I turned my attention on her eyes and the optic nerves that were so badly damaged. I guided the nanites as they consumed the dark matter that made up the tumors and rebuilt the clean healthy cells rapidly and perfectly.

"Make her better, heal her... let none of the tumor remain and let her see as she never has before."

When that was done I turned to Sterling and most of the tumors were gone falling under the siege of the glittering assault. She saw the repaired optic nerves and smiled.

"Not bad for your first time Master," she commented.

"Did I miss anything; I want her to be pain free when she wakes up."

Examining my work she smiled and shook her head. Then she returned her full attention to the last of the healing that required her help. While most of the nanites would break down and leave her system naturally Sterling created a small crystal node near where the largest mass had been located.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"I must monitor her progress and make sure that the cancer does not return."

"Can't you do for her what you did for me?"

"You wish her to be quasi-immortal Master?"

"Um... no, I just thought, never mind you know best."

"In this instance yes I do."

In a flash we were back and looking down upon the sleeping woman. Sterling informed me that her vitals were much better and that she would make a full recovery. I smiled and a single tear escaped and trailed down my face. Monster and healer all rolled up into one, imagine that.

It was close to three in the morning when the young maid woke up startled and grabbed her head and began to weep. I sat down next to her and she clung to me like a little girl lost. But I could tell that these were tears of joy and not pain.

"How long," I asked her.

"Four years," she said between sobs.

"You are okay now," I told her.

"Thanks to you Sir," she said clinging tighter.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel, I feel amazing I am pain free for the first time in so very long."

"I'm glad."

She blinked away the tears and reluctantly let go of me. 

"I must look a mess Sir," she whispered.

"Nah, you look amazing."

"Thank you Sir, is there anything I can do? I still have a job to perform."

"Let's keep this um thing between us, just you and I if you don't mind."

"I understand," she said as she looked up at me and I gasped when I saw her large beautiful eyes.

"Oh boy," I muttered.

"What is it?"

I reached for the silver tray and let the letter fall unread to the floor. Using it as a mirror she caught her reflection and her brand new eyes. Though they were still a hazel color the cat-like slit in them as the light hit her eyes was definitely new and 'improved'. I did say perfect didn't I when I was healing her.

"I can fix that," I muttered.

"You do not like it," she said batting her eyes at me.

"Um no they are very pretty but..."

"But nothing I will keep them as a reminder of your kindness to me. Besides I can see wicked clear in the dark."

"Oh boy," I muttered.

"Relax Sir, I will keep your secret and you can keep mine," she purred in my ear. "Oh my, that brought a rise out of you."

I looked down at my erection and wanted to say, 'bad cock... not now', but the damned thing had a mind of its own. I wanted to apologize and slowly back away but when she wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to pump it... oh hell.

I learned the maid's name was Mary. I learned she loved to suck cock and I do mean love. I also learned that her pussy loved cock even more than her mouth or throat did. So when my door creaked open at three thirty and Mary was standing in front of me bent over the bed with my cock buried deep in her I had some explaining to do to Melody.

"UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN," Mary grunted as I fucked her hard and deep.

"God damn your pussy is sucking me in," I moaned.

"I thought you were tired and had 'business' to work on?" Melody chuckled from behind us.

I kept fucking Mary with barely a pause in my hip movement.

"I finished early," I explained. "Mary here needed some TLC so I obliged."

"TLC huh, does that stand for Tender Loving Cock," Melody laughed.

"UH HUHHHHHHHHHHH," Mary moaned as she got closer to coming by the second.

Melody plopped down on the bed and looked Mary in the eye. Luckily I had turned off most of the lights. As I pounded the tight little Irish girl Melody reached up and pinched Mary's nipples. That did the trick. The maid's back arched as she shoved her hips backward and cried out as she came. Panting and gasping Mary fell forward onto the bed and recovered. I eased out of her and pointed my cock towards Melody.

"I do owe you a face painting," I said.

"YES, yes you do..."

It was the cook that found the three of us that Sunday morning naked and sprawled upon my bed. She looked from me to Mary and then to Melody.

"Sir really, this is unacceptable behavior. Shagging the help is highly frowned upon."

I laughed so hard and her smile was just the perfect start to the day.

"It won't happen again," I said and she raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"We'll see, I take it you'll want breakfast in bed Sir, for three?"

"If it isn't too much inconvenience madam," I replied.

"Oh no you don't, don't you call me madam when you have two women in your bed Sir!"

I was crying I laughed so hard it hurt.

"Men," the cook snorted as she left the room with a wicked grin.

"I think she fancies you," Mary moaned.

"You think," I asked.

"Well your John Thomas is hanging out all over the place," Melody added.

"But it is a lovely cock is it not," Mary said as she lovingly wrapped a fist around it.

"A handsome dick," Melody moaned as she moved her head downward.

"A pretty penis," Mary cooed.

"A... oh hell I'm out of cock metaphors," Melody said as she took the tip into her warm wet mouth as Mary gently pumped the shaft.

Correction laughter is the second best way to wake up in the morning.



Evil Bitch Ch. 09



Mom makes a sudden unexpected visit and Jon is glad to see her, all of her.

Another fun chapter to write I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment and if you have suggestions for Jon and friends feel free to share. I can't wait until the twins and Veronika get back from their breast augmentation surgery. Talk about a full house, hehe. Can you say puppy piles? 

Breakfast in Bed:

It was Sunday morning and the cook returned with our breakfast but there were conditions of course.

"I can hear you in there," she called out from the hallway. "I am NOT; repeat NOT coming in while you are doing the nasty. You can come out and get your food your own selves."

However as she left I heard the distinct giggle from the older lady as she bustled down the hall. She was correct of course we were doing the nasty as she put it. Melody was on her back with Mary lying on top of her while I alternated fucking their pussies. They were kissing like old lovers and I suspected there was more to Melody's virgin story than met the eye. I suspected the naughty little slut had fibbed to me not that I really cared whether or not she had been a virgin. A bit of role playing is healthy in any physical relationship. Now I did suspect Mary hadn't been laid in a very long time from her hormonal level and the amount of pain she had been under for so long. So she got more of my attention for right now and Melody didn't seem to mind at all.

After a strangled cry from me and the two of them sharing a load of cum we were ready for food. I know that I was. Mary dutifully hopped off the bed and cracked the door open to make sure the hallway was empty before slipping out naked to retrieve our meal. I will give her kudos for managing to keep her eyes and their dramatic improvement a secret so far. Though we had kept the curtains closed from the morning sun and that had helped bunches on that front. 

We fed each other as we devoured the delicious meal that the cook had prepared for us. Damn it I had to learn that woman's name before I left London for Berlin. After our bellies were full a group shower was in order and that led to a little slap and tickle in the bathroom. This was followed by Mary seeking out her own room to sleep the day away as she was scheduled to work that evening. Melody decided on some sunbathing and I was prepared to polish my schedule for tomorrow at the plant. 

I was nervous as all hell about giving a speech in front of executives as well as managers for the recently converted plant. But this was the job description and by god I was going to impress everyone, including myself. The nerves didn't go away so I put on some shorts and a shirt and tied on my tennis shoes and decided to go for a run. Now granted I have never run a day in my life I was prepared to learn the hard way. I stretched out picked out a playlist from the music Sterling provided me. Then I headed out the front door towards the front gate. The man at the gate stared at me openly and just waved me through with a smile that screamed 'bloody American'. The first mile was my first great achievement and the one that followed that and the six that followed that. 

I returned some time later to Cyan's manor house covered in sweat and aching from head to toe, no surprise there. I was ushered directly to the shower informed that I stunk to high heaven. Who was I to argue with other people's sense of smell after all? So after a nice long shower I was fed and spent some of that time profusely apologizing to Faye our cook. Being the kindly lady that she was she let me go on for quite some time before finally accepting my heartfelt apology. 

Speaking of heartfelt my chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it and decided it was time to lie down and rest after my exertion. The pain went away eventually and I chalked it up to stress and a touch of heat exhaustion. Mary woke me up for dinner and though I hadn't planned on it I ended up sleeping nearly six hours. As I sat up in bed I could see her eyes gleaming green in the dim illumination of my room, it was both creepy and cool as all hell! By the time I dressed Mary was long gone off to other duties no doubt. It was just Melody and I in a small dining area, the main dining room was just way too big for just two people. 

"You look better now that you've rested," Melody commented. "I was a little worried after seeing you come in from your run."

"I feel good as new," I told her. "Tomorrow is the big day."

"Stop it," she warned me. "Don't even go there until we step into the plant on Monday."

"You are right of course," I said trying to push out the thoughts haunting me.

We ate in silence and it was the timely intervention of Umbra that saved the day. She set of a soft chime from the watch telling me that she had something worth my attention. 

"Let's hear it Umbra you are a life saver."

She appeared in her full holographic glory and looked quite pleased with herself.

"I have done extensive research on the Singing Stones and found some very interesting things out. The stones themselves are part of private property on the very edge of London. That property belongs to the Duke of Exeter. Now here are the strange things. The title of Duke of Exeter was dissolved roughly six hundred years ago and yet the property and land rights still exist under that defunct title. Moreover there is a seat in the House of Lords where for the last six hundred years the Duke of Exeter has abstained from each and every parliamentary vote. It was also that very same defunct Duke who formed the Exeter Company that founded, wait for it, Arkham Massachusetts. Lastly there is a missing persons report for one June Redding who was doing research into the Singing Stones and vanished without a trace."

"Okay let's start with the last one first," I said. "What exactly was she researching?"

"According to some of the papers she published in various archaeological periodicals. She claimed to find a connection between the Singing Stones and the writing style known as Ogham."

"Why do they call them the Singing Stones," Melody asked.

"They are made of a shiny black metallic rock that when struck with the same kind of stone they ring like a church bell."

"Do you any pictures of them Umbra," I asked and she gave me my look right back.

With a dramatic gesture the semi circle of shiny black stones appeared in the air between us. The stones were rough hewn and appeared as if little work had been done by human hands. Then Umbra illuminated the characters that she had called Ogham. The bright blue symbols were odd since they weren't etched on the flat side of the stones but on the corners instead. The markings were unremarkable appearing as a series of hash marks radiating from a central line that ran vertical along the edge of the stone. 

"Why would anyone be interested in some old stones and their markings," Melody asked.

"Besides their historical value," I replied. "Is there any other information tied to the disappearance?"

"Yes Master," Umbra replied. "There was the woman who placed the missing persons report, Tasha Nichols."

"What do you have on her?"

"She teaches music, specifically voice at the Royal Academy of Music here in London. Before that she was a world renowned opera singer until she retired to teach."

"Sounds like two birds with one stone to me," I muttered.

"I don't follow you," Melody said with a confused look.

"It's nothing just a little side project I am working on," I told Melody. "See if you can get me an appointment with Tasha Nichols please."

"Sure boss," Melody replied as Umbra blinked and put on a brave smile.

After Melody had left the table to make a few phone calls, my avatar glanced over at me.

"I know you could have done it but Nick did hire her as my assistant. I have to give her something to do."

"As always Master is wise and generous," she said with a genuine smile this time.

"Do a full work up on Nichols and Redding and I will look over it in a day or two."

"Yes Master," Umbra said and vanished.

I didn't pursue the Duke of Exeter subject in front of Melody fearing a connection between the Sublime Master and the Duke. I had long quit believing in coincidences after my appointment and taking up my ancestor's ring. Digger being here almost like he had been waiting for me. What had Faye said, he just had to hold on a little while longer. Was that because of my arrival here in London? He had said the way had been prepared and gods that smacked of planning and foresight on someone's part, Nyarlathotep. I was beginning to feel like a piece of some massive chessboard that I could barely perceive. Sublime Master Takes King, check and mate. But who was the enemy king? Who was foolish enough or hell powerful enough to stand up to someone or something like the Black Pharaoh?

It was time for a little light reading now that Sterling had translated that unnamed book from the library. But before that I visited the kitchen and there still going strong was Faye the matriarch of House Michaels. She was preparing the meals for tomorrow by the looks of it and barely threw a glance my way as I snuck a glass of milk.

"It's good of you to keep your fluids up sir," she said over her shoulder.

"Damn woman," I said in utter shock. "That was uncalled for."

"Hardly, but then again when I was twenty I could have kept up with the likes of you."

"You were a heart breaker Faye?"

"Oh I broke more than a few hearts sonny boy," she chuckled. "There a few men out there still nursing a bruised ego after a night with me."

"Bravo," I clapped as we talked. "I am glad that British honor is not dead."

"Sleeping perhaps," she rewarded me with a wink. "...but not dead. So are you going to tell me what it is you did for my little Mary?"

"UM... I'm not sure what you mean," I stammered taken completely off guard.

"Please sir she is like a daughter to me," she said her back straightening. "So don't bullshit this poor old woman; I know you helped her with her headaches and that is a blessing to be sure. Maybe I don't have the right to ask but I just need to know that she's going to be alright."

"I am not admitting to anything you understand," I prefaced my next statement. "But I think she'll be just fine."

"That is all I needed to hear," she said wiping away a tear. "...damn onions."

"Goodnight Faye," I said kissing her cheek.

"Goodnight Sir and god bless you."

I sat up in bed pillows propped up behind me. I called up the holographic copy of that nameless tome I was prepared to christen Digger's Canticle. Page after page of my ancestor's thoughts, deeds and teachings passed before my hungry glance. Apparently I wasn't the first in the Miller line to find himself strapped for understanding of the legacy as he called it. The Canticle had spells and rituals galore that the author had collected from various sources. Some of them being within the family and others he eluded to vaguely from outside. Did he mean outside the family or outside something else entirely? He never made that point clear. I had to admit if I were going to create a how to book on the workings and duties of the Sublime Master this was a damn fine start. 

I was about half way through the volume when a soft knock came to the door. Did Melody want to tuck me in bed?

"Come in," I called out.

The door opened and Mary let herself in and closed the door behind her. She moved to sit near the foot of the bed and had something covered in a piece of cloth.

"So what are you hiding there," I asked as she smiled and slowly revealed a hand carved box.

I gasped at the beauty of the craftsmanship of what appeared to be ivory or bone. I don't know if it was from weathering or age but the color of the material was somewhere between rosewood and oak. The only reason I even knew that it had to be ivory was the utter lack of ringed pattern wood would display even varnished. The subject matter of the carvings was fantastical depicting ethereal elves and earthy dwarves and the last majestic dragons. There were symbols woven into the boxes exterior on all sides from the moon to delicate clouds and even the fearsome thunderbolt, all three of them.

Once again this wasn't a random event unfolding this was a deliberate manipulation hidden behind the desires of a young woman. I felt it in my bones and damn it there was little I could do. Either I turn her down and break her heart or accept and feel another link in the chain fall into place. I let out a heavy sigh as she lifted up the box and settled it into my lap.

"Mary where did you get this," I asked so softly I wasn't sure I had even spoken.

"It has been in my family for many years."

"Why are you giving it to me?"

Was there a hint of bitterness in my question? Or was it just fear mixed with anger knowing that hidden within was another of Nyarlathotep's mechanizations. 

"You don't like it," she asked her bright green eyes welling up with tears.

"No it's gorgeous Mary but why now why this?"

"It belongs to you Jon," she said with a smile as if she had said 'I belong to you'.

"Explain please so I can understand," I begged her feeling the decision slipping away into the ebb and flow of probability.

"There is an old story tied to the box..."

The Esoteric Order of Ghibrail:

In the time of the Old Gods before there were kings or countries or the arrival of the White Christ there was Ghibrail. No one knows where he came from but he arrived at a time where terrible events were unfolding. The heart of those matters was a man. But not just any man he had proclaimed himself the High Priest of the Old Gods. He had managed to gather many tribes beneath the standard of the Gods and at first it appeared to be a good thing. Evil often hides beneath the mask of the righteous. When his banner could be seen from one coast to the other he knew it was time to consolidate his power. To do this he needed a symbol a very powerful symbol. 

So the High Priest went to woodland people who some called the Fey others the Elves. He spoke with the silver tongue of deceit and treachery and sadly the Elf King was swayed. The High Priest asked for them to forge for the Old Gods a weapon to be blessed and shared by all the peoples who held them sacred. The elves agreed and they went to the dwarves had long held sacred a stone that had fallen from the heavens. Feeling that this was the proper moment and time they offered it up as their part of the weapon. The elves approached the dragons and they agreed to lend their power into the forging process and would help heat and temper this most sacred of weapons. The greatest smith the race had ever produced left his hermitage and took up hammer and tongs one last time. The first dragon breathed upon the stone and melted it and breathed and breathed until no impurities remained. Then the molten metal was molded and shaped. The second dragon breathed upon it and froze it solid thereby hardening it. Over and over this process was repeated flame, hammer and frost. 

Finally the blade was ready for its final test. White hot the blade was thrust into the body of an anvil and if it didn't bend it was swiftly taken to the stream. There it was thrust into the water edge facing upstream where a piece of wool was tossed. If the blade could cut the wool without hindrance it was ready. It was not. Twelve times the blade was broken and the process repeated until a full year had turned. Then at last the blade survived the final test and was proved worthy. The weapon received its finally sharpening and christened. The dwarves who had given up their most sacred treasure called it moon silver. The elves who had spent so much time and effort named it sun steel. The dragons who remember the name of the first star in the heavens named it not for it was a thing of singular beauty and would know it on sight. To complete the sword the first dragon offered a fang to be used for the hilt and the second dragon gave up a long bone for the scabbard. 

On the spring equinox the sword was presented to the High Priest. He called down the power of the Old Gods and the blade was blessed. Then he drew it forth and showed it to the people who had gathered at the sacred stones. As he knew they were entranced by the unearthly beauty of the Elvin weapon. To show that none could defy him the High Priest slew the elf king and sealed both his power and his doom. The king cursed the sword before he died and the humans fled the field with their costly prize. 

The other human tribes hearing of the power of the sword bent knew to the High King once priest and a nation was born out of blood and murder. Now to protect his line and perpetuate his name the High King chose the most beautiful woman in his domain even though she was of humble roots. Hearing of the wedding of the High King a stranger appeared at the festivity and he was allowed to draw close to the couple. He looked at the once priest and his bride to be and spoke.

"I am a simple man who is stranger to this land, this nation and its people. Yet even I am not blinded by the evil that has infected this celebration. Your king would rule you with a treasure not won by combat or honor but by blood and by murder."

"I will slay you for your lies and the dishonor you do to my name," the High King replied taking up the sword.

"Any man can kill with a sword but how many have the courage to kill with their bare hands?"

The king accepted the challenge not knowing the stranger was trained in the ways of the East and the One Form that is Many. The priest was beaten badly but still he rose to defend his tainted honor only to taste the earth once more. Finally showing his true nature he snatched the sword from the high table and drew it intending to end the stranger. The moment the sword cleared the sheath the elf king's curse took hold and the blade bit deep upon its owner. The High King died by his own hand that night. The stranger unafraid picked up the sword and pulled its bloody length from the king. He cleaned the blade and sheathed it once more. 

The stranger turned to leave by the maiden chosen for bride followed him. He travelled to the edge of the human lands until he reached the sacred stones. There sat in morning still the elves, the dwarves and the dragons. The stranger desiring to return the blade and break the curse drew the sword and allowed it to taste blood freely offered. Though mortally wounded he did not die that day. The triple goddess appeared from her sacred cave and not once, not twice but thrice struck the stranger and the blade. The sword called moon silver and sun steel was broken into three equal parts. The elves took the lowest part as far away from the tip that had slain their good king. The dwarves took the middle piece that was the heart of the weapon. Finally the dragons took up and removed the third piece that had cleaved three hearts. The goddess healed the stranger who forever bore the scar of the triple lightning bolt across his heart. 

In the human lands those of great power took up the stranger's cause. To honor him and consolidate power they took up the sign of the three swords. There was one sword to slay the forces of chaos, one to keep the secrets of the Order and one for the undying man who inspired it all. While beneath a kindly moon the stranger and his bride were married and the dragons gave the third shard to those who serve. They took up the sign of the triple lightning bolts inspired by the goddess herself."

I looked from the box to Mary and began to wonder at how little or how much of her story was true. I turned the box this way and that examining it very closely. It measured nine by three by four inches with a sliding lid dominated by the intricate etching of a western dragon. The other reliefs carved into the box seemed to follow most of her story. But the thought that I held dragon bone in my hand was just too much for me to accept. I held the box upside-down and found only the bottom free from any sort of marks including an artist's glyph. Something heavy shifting inside when I moved it so it was time to see what treasure she was offering me. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 09



I righted the box and pressed down on the lid then pushed it down along the tracks that ran on either side. When I looked inside and saw the ancient straight razor it was the last thing I expected to find. I pulled out the antique and saw that the ivory handle matched the box perfectly. There was the winged dragon on one side and the ethereal goddess on the other. But it was when I opened it and revealed the unblemished blade with its keen edge that I felt a pang of truth from her story.

I set the box down and heard something slide inside the box. Mary seemed as surprised as I hearing the distinct rattling sound of metal. I folded the razor and set it down and returned my undivided attention to the box. 

'Sterling full scan,' I requested silently.

The blue-violet light shot from the watch passing over the outer surface of the box first. Then I aimed the watch at the interior and waited. Moments later a full color hologram of the box appeared and Mary almost fell off the bed she was so shocked. 

'Can you break it down into parts,' I asked.

'Of course Master,' Sterling replied.

The hologram 'exploded' into its component parts revealing enough space for a hidden bottom. There wasn't much room so I was intrigued at what it might contain. Perhaps it was a key or coins but there was only one way to find out. I looked at the red felt interior and using the butt end of the razor explored. After a few minutes of prodding I discovered a single notch. I pried it loose to reveal what appeared to me to be a ring in four parts. I tipped them into my palm and Mary leaned close now marveling at them. 

"I take it you didn't know about this," I asked Mary.

"No, when my father gave me the box he never mentioned this."

"When did that happen?"

"On his death bed, I was six at the time."

"How long did your father own it?"

"Most of his life," she said. "It has been in our family for over five hundred years."

"All this time and the ring was its hidden treasure?"

"That I do not know Sir," Mary said staring intently at them.

Sterling beat me to the punch and the scanner panned over the ring pieces a few times getting them from all sides. The hologram of the box vanished and was replaced by the four quarters of the black ring. At first glance they appeared identical but the hologram showed characters etched into the tabs and the matching slots. Four characters and four parts, it should be an easy fix. One by one I picked up a piece of dark metal and matched it to its opposite. Once the four parts were touching it was like some sort of magnetic force pulled them together. With a loud 'snickt' the ring was restored. A second scan revealed something amazing. Not only were there no seams but the characters on the interior surface had vanished. Sterling could find no sign that the ring had ever been anything but a single solid piece of dark alloy. 

The razor forgotten I stared at the unearthly ring and wondered how the hell it had been done. Not caring if Mary saw or not it was time to find out the mystery behind this piece of jewelry.

"Sterling, perform a full scan on the ring and tell me what it's made of."

"Yes Master," she said her hologram appearing.

Mary fell off the bed at this point staring fearfully at the sudden appearance of the silver eyed woman.

"Who is that," Mary asked. "Can you summon spirits?"

"She is not a spirit, she is a hologram Mary. It is the business that Nick Shaw created."

"Hologram, so she is just a projection," Mary asked and Sterling took great offense to that.

"I am not JUST a projection," she snarled at the prone woman.

"Sterling is a very sophisticated digital construct," I said offering Mary a hand up. "She serves me in many capacities."

"She is very beautiful," Mary said staring openly now.

"Thank you," Sterling replied. "I forgive you for the comment, you didn't know. DAMN!"

"What is it?"

"Whatever this ring is made of keeps absorbing my scans now that it is complete. No matter what wavelength I use it's like it doesn't exist."

"Well let's see how hard it is shall we," I said picking up the razor.

I tapped the rounded metallic end of the razor against the ring. I blinked a few times and looked at Mary who looked right back at me.

"There wasn't any sound," Mary commented.

"No there wasn't," I said. "Sterling?"

"I was unable to receive any vibration or sound from the ring on any audible spectrum."

"Meaning," I asked.

"When you tapped the razor against the ring no sound was created on any frequency from infrasound to the ultrasonic range. It absorbed the vibration just like it absorbed the scans."

I tapped the ring on the end table and again nothing. I looked at the band of gunmetal gray alloy and no sign of wear or imperfection of any kind. 

"What the hell is this thing made of?"

"I don't know Master but imagine an airplane with this on its outer skin. It would be completely radar proof as well as immune to heat seeking missiles. That's something we haven't tried yet, we need to toss it into a fire and see what it does."

"There are the ovens in the kitchen," Mary offered.

"Boiling water," I said. "Let's start with that and see what happens before we chuck it into an oven."

"Master is wise I got carried away," Sterling said with a smile.

So there we were waiting for a pot of water to boil. Faye the cook looked at us like we had lost it. She just continued on with preparations for the next day's meals. Finally the distinctive sound of bubbling water could be heard so Mary and I peered into the pot and dropped the ring into it. The effect was immediate and spectacular to watch. There was a wave of force and it flowed from the ring like a ripple from a stone. Where the wave touched the bubbles vanished and the heat rising from the pot simply disappeared. I reached in and Faye called out but the water felt like it had just come out of the tap. I dried off the ring and left the kitchen leaving a very confused cook behind. 

While Mary and I walked up to my room I pondered whether or not to put the damn thing on or not. But that thought was derailed as the front door opened and framed in the pale moonlight was my mother, bags in hand. Without conscious thought the ring found its way on my left ring finger as I raced to hug my mom. 

"MOM!"

I flew down the stairs and picked her up and swung her around. Mary dodged the bags that went flying from my mom's hands as she hugged me. I set her down but we hugged for a long time. Finally I let go and looked at her and she looked great. Many of the stress lines I had grown used to were gone.

"Damn you look amazing," I told her.

"Thanks, sorry I didn't call your boss said I should surprise you."

"Typical Nick," I said smiling. "Come on in!"

"I hate to intrude," she began but I waved her off.

"Faye, dear lovely Faye... we have another mouth to feed!"

"Don't try and charm me you vagabond you," Faye shouted from the kitchen as she walked up to see what the ruckus was all about. "OH, you must be this fine lad's mother."

"You had it right the first time around," Mom said earning Faye's heart right then and there. "He is a scoundrel and a vagabond, but he's my vagabond."

"Let me fix you something," Faye offered. "You must be starved after your flight, maybe a little nip of something to take the edge off?"

"Anything would be great," Mom said. "I hope this isn't going to be an inconvenience?"

"Are you kidding," I told her. "Mary do you mind finding a room for my mom?"

"No Sir I will put her next door if that is acceptable?"

"That would be great," I said.

Mary retrieved the fallen bags and disappeared upstairs. Faye took my mom by the arm and led her to the kitchen.

"Come on love let's get you off your feet."

Wow this is going to be awesome I thought as I followed the women into the kitchen. Melody heard the disturbance and arrived a few minutes later. Mom and her hugged like old friends and soon it was a welcome home party. So if mom ever questioned her decision to come to London that was soon ancient history. 

Revelations:

Mom and I walked out in the garden and I found myself stopping at that singular spot where I had first met Digger. I guess it way my way of honoring his memory for a man I barely knew. Mom's hand on my arm brought me back to the present. 

"Sorry, I was just remembering someone I had met when I first got here," I told her.

"I have some things I'd like to get off my chest Jon," Mom said softly.

"I am here for you and when the twins get back they will support you a hundred percent too."

"I know I guess I just have to say it and make it real," she murmured.

"Get it out Mom don't let it eat you up."

"Thanks Jon," she said leaning against me now. "I am leaving your dad. It was just not working out but you know that better than anyone."

"Yeah, I guess grandpa's advice proved the nudge you needed."

"Uh huh," she admitted. "There is something else you need to know since you are here in London."

"What's that?"

"You weren't born in Arkham like you were told," she said softly. "You were born here in London not far from here."

"What? Why would you bring that up now?"

"I was contacted by a lawyer here in London the night I left your father. He wanted me to confirm that you possessed dual citizenship. He never asked why but that he would be in touch with you here."

"I don't see how that has any bearing on anything," I said.

"Yeah that was my thoughts on the matter as well. Shouldn't we get inside you have to get up for work tomorrow?"

"I know but I wanted you to stretch your legs after that long flight."

"I appreciate it but you need to get some rest."

She was right of course so arm in arm we returned to the manor house and to our mutual beds but not before she tucked me in bed. Mom plucked the straight razor and its box from my covers.

"When did you start shaving with one of these?"

"It was a gift," I told her.

"It's gorgeous; your grandpa had one like it before he went mountain man. This one's a real antique... must be a couple of hundred years old at least. You can tell by the blade and the quality of the metal."

"I forgot your knack for all things old," I said.

"Don't knock it; this one could be worth quite a bit. But it being a gift it would be tacky to sell it."

"Could be a family heirloom," I joked and she shook her head in agreement. "Night mom."

"Sleep well and good luck tomorrow."

Umbra woke me promptly at six in the morning. I found that someone, Mom, had already set out my clothes for work. So with a bleary gaze I tapped my bladder, started the water for my shower and tried to desperately ignore how nervous I was. I stepped into the shower and before long felt relatively human. But it was the slight chill and then the hard nipples against my back that told me it was going to be a good morning after all.

"Morning," I said without turning.

"Morning," replied my Mom.

"I was hoping it would be you to scrub my back for me."

"MMMMMMMM I'll scrub your front too if you want."

"I can't be late for work today but damn that is a tempting offer."

"Let me at least shave you today, I set out your lucky razor," she purred as she soaped up my back with her tits.

"I don't have a lucky razor Mom."

"You do now," she said pointing to the antique that Mary had given me.

"No use in letting it just sit in an old box now," I replied.

"That's the spirit," she said. "...rinse and let me do your front."

I turned around letting the spray of water wash away the suds from my back as Mom worked on my front. She didn't miss a spot with her nipples, hands or mouth. She dropped down and took my hardness between her lips and began to lick and suck the tip. Soon enough my fingers were interlaced in her hair and I was fucking her throat in nice long thrusts of my hips. 

"God I missed you," I told her as I fucked her face.

I felt her tongue swirl around the shaft and the tip as I let her work her magic on me. Then as I felt my orgasm start at my toes I was thrusting deeper now more insistent.

"I'm getting close... want to swallow this one," I asked and she winked up at me. "Okay here goes."

I watched as every last inch of my cock disappeared down her throat as her cheeks caved in as she applied more suction. Sooner that I thought possible I was panting and moaning and with a sudden gush mom was swallowing and I let her lick me clean. Maybe it was her eagerness or just the fact I had missed her so much but I shot down her throat in record time. 

True to her word she lathered me up and shaved my face without mishap. I doubt I would trust anyone else with the job anytime soon. We dried off together and she slipped into her room to dress while I did the same in mine. I was not used to a coat and tie but apparently I looked dashing according to Faye when I arrived for breakfast. 

Melody and my mom arrived a few minutes later. My mother dressed nice but casual and Melody had her hair up with glasses looking prim, proper and quite fuckable. There is something naughty about a girl in glasses, add the up do and you have a killer combination. I kept thinking about Melody's offer of a blowjob while under my desk at work. That kept the nerves at bay and then some. After a meal and a short drive we were close to the plant.

"Just remember," Melody leaned in and whispered. "You are in charge and they are more afraid of you than you can ever be of them."

The board room was filled with suits and men of all ages but leaning towards the middle aged. Silver haired gentlemen rose to greet Melody and me. I shook hands with each and every one of them as I made my way to the empty place at the head of the table. Once the formalities were seen to I had them sit while I began my well rehearsed speech. I didn't deviate a single syllable or a carefully placed inflection. 

After I had addressed them I looked around the table and noticed that out of the eighteen men seated only four had either a laptop or tablet sitting in front of them. My carefully prepared meeting fell apart at that moment. How the hell can we be manufacturing cutting edge technology when the people running the company weren't even using them? Melody had followed my gaze and picked up on the same issue but shook her head gently warning me, too late. 

I walked around to each person that had a laptop or tablet and looked at them. Out of the four only one was using one of ours the other three were competitor's products. Again Melody shook her head but when I looked up the anger was evident to everyone in the room. A collective gasp rose up and I returned to my place at the head of the table.

"Umbra, please make an appearance for the gentlemen here," I said calmly.

My watch lit up and there in her best office dress was my avatar. Most of the men stared openly in shock at her manifestation while the one young guy on the end just smiled. I shook my head sadly and thus began the rant.

"I had the entire meeting planned out down to the last word. I had everything prepared for a smooth transition into this position as General Manger. That was before I saw that most of you gentlemen don't have a clue as to what sort of product we are offering out clientele. All but one of you that is. Umbra here and those other avatars is our chief product that we offer our customers. She is a fully functional artificial intelligence that learns, grows and adapts. Mr. Shaw, our boss, hired me to come here and see that all is well and that our product is in good hands. Now how can I lie to him and say that when in fact all put one of you doesn't even know what our product is? This plant is out to make a profit and its shareholders expect that of us. We cannot make a profit if the people running it are clueless."

That brought a round of murmurs and angry faces from the board. Oh but I wasn't done not by a long shot. 

"Umbra when are my sisters and guest expected to arrive?"

"Their flight is due at the end of next week."

"Contact them and see if they can push up their departure it's an emergency."

"Yes Sir."

"What sort of emergency," asked the chief financial officer for the plant.

"This one, you are all fired! Except you on the end you've just been promoted. You stay the rest of you can leave now."

There was a long pause and no one moved so I repeated myself.

"What part of you are fired did you not understand? Get the F..."

"Gentlemen I think it's time you left," Melody stepped in and ushered them out.

After the room had been cleared I looked at the young guy on the end and he was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes.

"That was bloody brilliant," he said looking in my direction.

"What's your name," I asked him as I pointed to the chair next to me.

"Hastings Sir, William Hastings Esquire."

"Well William Hastings Esquire you and I need to talk. I just fired the board of directors and any minute now I am going to get a call from my boss. Who can we bring in from the plant to fill their shoes?"

Hastings was listing a group of men and women to fill the vacant positions but we were still several short.

"That'll do for now. Melody, go grab our new recruits and call a locksmith and have all the locks changed today. Oh and if they are driving company cars... yeah you get the idea."

"Sir you are absolutely brilliant. Best thing to happen to this company in a decade or more," Hastings said.

Umbra turned to me and didn't look happy.

"It's Master Nick for you."

"Cell phone or..."

Nick's hologram appeared next to Umbra just before she vanished. He looked like he had just woken up but he was smiling.

"Jon," he said softly.

"Hi Nick couldn't sleep?"

"Not when the former CEO of my London plant calls me up to say that you single handedly fired the entire board of directors."

"Not all of them, I kept one. We are already rebuilding the board as we speak," I said with a wince.

"What happened? Go slow so I don't miss anything," he said as Kat appeared behind him.

"Hey Kat, anyway I gave my introduction speech..." I went nice and slow and left nothing out. "...so I fired the lot of them except Hastings here."

"I can see why you acted the way you did. Cut through the bullshit and got results. How many can you replace today?"

I looked at Hastings and he paused for a moment before jumping in.

"Well Mr. Shaw Sir, I figure with the names I gave Jon here, we should have ten out of seventeen fired."

"That's good enough, don't bother with anymore for the time being," Nick said. "Oh and bump Melody up to the board, that'll make eleven. I'll get you another assistant or you can pick someone out. I support your decision one hundred percent Jon and uh if you need to do something like that in Berlin give me a heads up okay? I am heading back to bed, again great first day old man."

His image disappeared and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Fuck me... I was sure he was going to fire me next," I said.

"Nah, you did the right thing. Those old farts didn't have a clue. You'll like the people I picked out they are line bosses and supervisors who have been a part of the retooling of the plant from day one."

"Okay Hastings you just became my new best friend. Let's go meet the troops."

I stepped out of the office and the entire workforce was there to greet us with a thorough round of applause. Melody stood off to the side with our nine candidates who gave me the thumbs up. I guess it was time to make my other speech modified for the situation.

"As you may have heard," I began. "We have had a little restructuring in the plant. I had to let a few people go." There were sounds of boohoo and too bad from the crowd. "I am already in the process of filling those positions with the eleven people standing over there." The crowd cheered and Melody looked utterly confused. "Yes that includes you Melody, bosses orders. I am going to tour the entire plant today but in the coming days expect to see me on the floor talking with everyone at some point or another. I know the best people to discuss changes and improvements are the people who do the job every damn day." Another cheer rose from the workers and bosses alike. "I am here to make this place run smoothly and I can only do that with your help. So speak plain and don't be afraid to make an appointment to talk with me. That's what my job is all about. Okay now get your sorry asses back to work we have a plant to run." Another round of applause and off they went smiling and joking to their jobs.




Evil Bitch Ch. 09



The tour went off without a hitch and there were a lot of pats on the back and well wishing from everyone on the line. But it wasn't until we reached the back of the plant that I was informed we had an R&D Department. I looked at Hastings and he just nodded.

"Well he is our deep dark secret actually," he said with a grin. "We don't pay him much but the guy is absolutely brilliant. Mind the mess though he is not the most orderly of our employees."

Orderly, did that even exist in his vocabulary? The warehouse space allocated to this guy was a complete wreck with shit scattered all over the place. That was my first impression until we got to his work area then suddenly there was impeccable precise order. It was like a snapshot into this guy's head. What he was working on was meticulously accounted for but once it left that haven who knew where it would end up. The man was ancient by anyone's standards with a face lined with joy, sorrow and more experience than a New York City roadmap. 

"MIKE," Hastings shouted. "He's a little deaf. MIKE you got company!"

"I am not deaf just very selective to who I listen to," the old man responded casually.

"Hi Mike I'm Jon it's nice to meet you," I said sticking out my hand.

He shook it and had a grip like a vice.

"Got a decent handshake there young man," Mike commented. "Glad you're no pussy like Hastings here shakes hands like a girl."

"So what are you working on Mike," I ask.

"You the new boss man," Mike asked and I nodded. "Good, I just got back from a meteorite dig in Scotland. I found a real beauty a few weeks back. Come over here and take a look."

His second work table was a bit more cluttered but still under control. He showed us one half of the meteorite he had found.

"This is what's left of it after I've played around with the first part with some amazing results. See that black iron looking core; it's not iron hell I don't know what it is. I've named it of course but that doesn't tell me what it is now does it?"  

We moved on to the next step of his experiment. There were two ingots of metal one as black as pitch and non-reflective the other a silvery blue and almost opalescent. 

"Now believe it or not these two come from that black shit at the core of the meteorite. But getting them was a real pain in the ass. I took the first half to a buddy of mine who owns a blast furnace and is used to melting stuff down for me. But guess what this stuff won't melt no matter how hot you get it."

"Liquid Nitrogen," I muttered.

"Exactly, we got a keeper here Hastings! Once the ore was exposed to extremely low temperatures it separated into these two materials. The black stuff I call Absorbium and the blue stuff is Odnium. I'll show you why. See that sledge hammer over there give that black stuff a good whack."

I picked up the hammer and without hesitation brought it squarely down on the ingot of black alloy. Not only did it not smoosh but not a single sound came from it. I set the hammer down and fought the urge to look at the ring on my left hand. 

"See it absorbs all the kinetic energy from the hammer," Mike explained.

"Can I hazard another guess Mike? How does it fare with say a laser or scanner?"

"Funny you should ask that's why I can't figure out what it's made of. It just sucks up all the energy around it."

"Have you tried boiling water," I asked.

"No but I did use an acetylene torch with no affect. Hot water... that might be worth a shot just to see how it works... now the Odnium is even stranger believe it or not. It's what I call Psycho-sensitive."

"Okay you got me on that one Mike," I told him.

"Let me demonstrate, pick up the Odnium Jon." Mike said and I did so. "Okay, now think of any color or quality you want it to change to. Just imagine that it's red and clear."

I looked at it and thought of a huge ruby in my hand and before everyone's eyes it changed color and transparency to that of a ruby.

"Holy shit," Hastings cursed. "That's fucking amazing!"

"I've never been able to get it change so completely, you have a gift young man," Mike told me. "Now to the last stage of my experiment, follow me."

I set down the ingot of Odnium and the moment it left my hand it reverted to its original color and transparency. We walked to the end of the table where he had two cigar boxes. He lifted the lids of both boxes and extracted a small cube of Absorbium from one and Odnium from the other. 

"Watch this," Mike said and set the Odnium cube down then placed the Absorbium one on top of it.

The black cube seemed to melt as it flowed downward and the two merged into a new colored material taking up the same amount of space. The new gunmetal gray alloy looked all too familiar to me. The ring was made of both Absorbium and Odnium.

"See how the new cube hasn't doubled in size... and pick it up Jon. Now try to change the color again."

I picked up the cube and the moment I thought about the ruby not only did the color and transparency change but the shape of the material shifted into a cabochon. 

"Amazing," I muttered.

"Yes it is, now set it down and see what happens."

I placed the ruby on the table and it slowly reverted back to its gunmetal gray block.

"So to maintain the change it requires a constant mental link," I said.

"That appears to be the case. But you noticed how much easier it was with the gray cube than even the pure Odnium. There is a synergetic relationship between the two that originates with the unworked material."

"Do you have some of the gray alloy I could work with," I asked. "I'll return it when I'm done."

"Technically this was all paid for by the company so sure what the hell!"

He produced a cube of the gunmetal alloy that was about three inches on a side.

"Will that be enough," Mike asked.

"Oh that's plenty for now. I'll share my results with you when I'm done."

"Sweet, I'll keep this all hush-hush until I hear otherwise."

Blow by Blow:

I thanked him and slipped the cube into my jacket pocket to keep it from prying eyes. What a day this turned out to be. Not only did I learn what my ring was made of but that I could change it too. So the fact that a local source of what did he call it again, star metal, makes it likely that the ring was crafted here in Great Britain. How the hell they managed to get it cold enough to separate it was beyond me unless they had a dragon breathe on it. I thought about it for a long moment and immediately discounted it. I could wrap my head around a rare extraterrestrial element falling to earth and primitive people believing it's magical. But the existence of real live dragons that was way outside the box. 

I spent the rest of the day getting to know the new board of directors for Numenor Technology London. Well that and playing around with the cube of AO Alloy as I was calling it. Until Mike came up with a better name it fit the bill. In between meetings I could hold it and have it take on all sorts of crazy shapes, colors and consistencies. Then I tried to affect it from a distance. It could be done but required my complete undivided attention. But I found myself getting a headache after more than five minutes of staring unblinking at the cube. Tomorrow I would better my time with it by one minute I told myself. 

As I sat in my chair pinching the bridge of my nose after a five minute bout with 'the cube' there came a knock on my door.

"Yes?"

"Oh mister General Manager," purred Melody as she strolled into my office closing the door behind her. "I still owe you a little stress reliever."

"Oh boy," I said looking up at her as she slunk closer.

She kept the glasses on but soon her hair was free and falling in ringlets down her back. Her jacket was gone and her blouse unbuttoned half way. She moved between me and my desk and sat down her skirt at eye level. Melody slowly lifted up her skirt revealing her naked pussy beneath.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM Mister General Manager my pussy is so wet and I have this uncontrollable urge to suck cock. Whatever should I do?"

"I think..."

Suddenly there came another knock on the door.

"Shit!" she cursed and dove under my desk and I moved closer to hide her.

"Um come in," I said even as Melody's hands worked on my zipper and freed my cock. "Have a seat Hastings or do you prefer William?" I asked feeling warm wet lips wrap around me.

"Oh either will do," he replied as he sat down.

"So what can I do for you," I asked as Melody's head began to move up and down on me.

"Just checking up and seeing how you are handling your first day on the job."

"Now that I can sit down and relax," I said as her tongue began to swirl around the tip of my cock. "I think I'll survive and you?"

"I will chalk it up to one of the most rewarding days in a very long time. By the way some of us are going to a local pub after work if you'd like to join us for a pint or two."

"You know what," I said as Melody deepthroated me. "I'd like that."

"Excellent we call all walk down together it's not far from here!"

"Yeah just swing on by and I'll head out with you."

"If you see Melody tell her she's invited too," Hastings said as he rose and left.

"I'll do that."

The door closed and I looked down at the eager cock sucker as she worked on making me cum. She pulled back until my cock came out from between her lips with a loud 'pop'.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM are you going to fuck me or just let me suck you off?"

"Shut up and suck me you crazy bitch," I said.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM yes Sir Mr. Manager Sir."

Melody returned to making love to my cock and I watched intently loving the near miss and her desire to please me. Like my mom earlier today I had my fingers in her hair but now I was pulling Melody's head down until her lips brushed the base of my cock and held it there for a ten count before letting her up. I repeated this several times before I felt that wonderful tingling that always started in my toes.

"Mr. Manager Sir... your cock is starting to swell are you getting closer?"

"Yes I am cock slut," I moaned.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM do I have permission to swallow Mr. Manager Sir?"

"Yes you do," I growled as I let go of her hair.

"Thank you Mr. Manager Sir, you won't regret it."

I didn't regret a single second as she began to jack me off with her fist as she licked and sucked the tip with complete abandon. I felt that bubbling sensation as my geyser was ready to go off.

"MMMMMMMMMMM so damn close," I hissed.

"Give it to me," Melody begged.

"Just a little more..."

"MMMMM MMMMMM MMMMMMM," she moaned as she sucked hard and stroked harder.

"Shit!" I cried out and ended up biting my lip as I came.

Melody swallowed every last drop and licked my cock clean. Then without missing a beat she kissed me fiercely and I felt her tongue wipe the blood from my lip. That was just before it invaded my mouth and we kissed deep and fierce. She tucked my semi hard cock back into my pants and zipped me up before she broke the kiss.

"Almost quitting time," she warned as she buttoned up her blouse and put her hair back up.

"What about your panties," I asked.

"Oh I never wore any today, just in case..." she purred in my ear.

We gave each other the once over and besides the freshly fucked or I guess it would be freshly sucked glow we were perfect. I decided to give my mom a call and see what she was doing. I invited her to the pub and sent the car around to pick her up. Hastings arrived precisely at five and waved the two of us on.

"You are going to love this place; it's got live music and great beer..."

"I hope you don't mind I invited someone to join us," I told Hastings.

"Oh hell the more the merrier, who'd you invite?"

"My mom, she's just in from the states and needs some cheering up."

"Divorce," Hastings asked and I nodded. "The more I get to know you the better I like you Jon. We'll have her singing and dancing in no time."

One pint turned into two and then into several. True to his word mom was singing and dancing before we left. It seemed like most of the day shift showed up for the impromptu event. I bought a few rounds and man did that get me in good with my staff and workers. A few hours later I knew it was time to head on home. I was feeling pretty good but Mom and Melody were both lit to the gills. It was like herding cats I swear. I would get mom in the car and then turn to get Melody and while I wrestled her into the back seat mom would slip out. This bit of insanity lasted a few minutes until I had each woman by the wrist and all three of us piled into together. I could hear the driver chuckle as the car headed on home. 

"Well how was your first day at work," Mom asked.

"Let's see I fired most of the board of directors and filled most of their positions, got a tour of the plant and um... did I miss anything?"

"Don't forget the blowjob," Melody blurted out drunkenly. "That amazing toe curling blowjob I gave you."

"Oh hell," I cursed.

"Jon did this pretty young thing give you head in your office," Mom asked licking her lips.

"Um... yeah..." I said afraid of how this was going to end.

"Yep just like this," Melody said as she dropped her head and started trying to free my cock.

"Whoa wait a second," I tried but failed to stop her and once her lips were around me I was useless. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM damn it."

"Not bad for a beginner..." Mom slurred and I flinched.

"Not bad... not bad... I had him shooting down my throat in no time lady."

"Let me show you how it's done kiddo," Mom said snatching my cock from Melody.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I cried out as Mom deepthroated me easily.

Melody watched as my dear loving mother's head bobbed up and down on my slick cock. The young gal not to be outdone was unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her tits. When mom came up for air Melody wrapped her tits around my cock and began to pleasure me with them and her tongue. Mom's eyes narrowed as she licked her lips and mirrored Melody and freed her tits waiting for her chance to show her technique. The escalation continued after mom had titty fucked me Melody straddled me and rode my cock until she came. Mom not to be outdone did the same but eased me into her tight little ass and won the argument hands down. Melody watched in stunned silence as my cock slid in and out of mom's ass until we both came together in the back of the car. They both licked me clean and once they were dressed we stepped out and entered the house. I tipped the driver heavily and he just gave me a look of how the fuck did that just happen and I shrugged. 

"Doesn't that hurt like hell," Melody was asking my mom as they held hands and walked in together.

"At first but I'll tell you this some of my most intense orgasms happened with a cock in my ass."

"Really," Melody replied. "HMMM."

"I'm starved," I said as we entered the manor house.

"MMMMMM me too," Melody and Mom said together.

"Worked up a bit of an appetite," Melody said.

"I did too," Mom added.

"OH BOY."



Evil Bitch Ch. 10



Sorry this one took some time to crank out. Had a flurry of ideas I wanted to knit together. I am introducing a few new characters, Charlie and his wife Becca. I hope you enjoy this installment. Please vote and comment to tell me how you like the direction the story is going. 

Appointments:

I awoke promptly at six a.m. on Tuesday morning and found that my clothes had been laid out. I sat up and heard the sound of my shower running. When I walked into the bathroom there was a feminine silhouette waiting patiently for me. I stripped down and slid the frosted glass door to the side and there to greet me with a fresh smile was Mary. 

"I just got off," she purred in my ear.

"I hope not," I said pulling her petite body to mine.

"You know what I MMMMMMMMMM," I silenced her with a kiss.

Her right leg moved up and around wrapping my waist. My hands roamed over her back until they settled on her rounded ass cheeks. She moaned in my mouth as my hardness, she had inspired, slid beneath her sex. I lifted her hips up and she took me in hand. Even with our tongues dueling she knew what I wanted and guided me deep into her. Mary's back hit the back of the shower as I began to thrust into her. Now both of her legs were wrapped tightly around me as I pounded her hard and fast. She broke our kiss as she panted and moaned loudly.

"Oh yes... oh god..." she begged for more. "Bend me over Jon; I want to feel you behind me."

I hammered her harder now before I slowed and relented to her desire. Her feet touched the shower floor and I slid out of her. I spun her around as she thrust her ass out. Then I grabbed her by the hips and slammed my cock home which was rewarded by a howl of pleasure from Mary. This was also followed by a pounding on the wall from my mother.

"Jesus H Christ... keep it down in there some people have hangovers..."

Mary clamped a hand over her mouth as I continued to ram my hips forward. I took my pleasure without thought of her or my poor suffering mother. Soon my cock was swelling inside of her and she was moaning loudly despite the hand muffling her cries. As my imminent orgasm stretched her pussy Mary was forced to bite her hand as her own climax was seconds away. Her scream slipped passed her defenses it came on so strong and her voice echoed in the confined space. Then she dutifully assumed the position as I shot my morning load all over her face and tits. I looked down into those feline eyes of hers and smiled.

"Morning," I panted.

"MMMMMMMM Morning Master," she replied weakly.

We actually washed up after that and I was forced to dress and head downstairs for breakfast. I didn't want to upset Faye that just wouldn't do. As I ate in a very chipper mood Melody arrived bleary eyed and a little cranky.

"Damn Jon she's a screamer," Melody pronounced.

"That's my Mary," Faye said as she poured Melody's coffee.

"Morning Faye," Melody said with a weak smile.

"It's so good to see her feeling better," Faye said though no one asked or offered.

"Yep she feels real good," I said with a winning smile.

"Oh YOU," Faye replied with a giggle.

Melody grumbled something under her breath as she sipped her coffee. After breakfast we headed for the car that was waiting out front for us.

"Let mom sleep in late please," I asked Faye as I kissed her cheek. "Breakfast was amazing as always."

"Don't forget this," Faye said holding up a thermos of coffee for Melody.

"You are a life saver," Melody said taking the thermos.

"I know sweetness, I know."

I sat in my office playing with the AO alloy cube waiting for my first meeting of the morning to begin. Sure it was juvenile and something a kid would do but hell I had time to kill so why not. I had kept my promise to myself and had managed to push the time I could remotely influence the psycho-sensitive material for a whopping six and a half minutes. That beat my time for the day before by a full minute and a half. I was definitely making progress but I still hadn't figured out how to keep the damn stuff in a form after my concentration left it. Right now I had it looking quite a bit like a tripod from War of the Worlds lumbering across my desk with its awkward three legged gait. 

The door suddenly opened without as much as a knock and Hastings stepped in unannounced. I glared at him even as I mentally shouted 'stay' at the three inch high alloy figure. 

"What is it Hastings?"

"I just needed a minute of your time," he said as he sat across from me.

"Have a seat," I said my temper only getting worse by the second.

"I just wanted to put a word in for the position of CEO since that seems to be part of the next meeting."

"It is I am assigning the positions of the people picked yesterday and that will all be discussed in the meeting."

"Still it never hurts to speak plainly as you put it," he said with a smile.

I had seen that smile a lot when I was in prison. It is the grin of the predator who thinks they can get what they want by intimidation. Sadly he was greatly mistaken if he thought that would work on me.

"Actually it could Hastings," I told him returning his smile. "For instance I might pick say Melody as CEO instead of you. Hell I might just appoint you as Plant Manager and have done with it."

"You don't want to do that," he said leaning forward flashing the insignia ring he wore.

I immediately recognized the three swords and the eye and that wasn't lost on him. 

"So you are familiar with our little brotherhood. Good now here is how it is going to go, you appoint me CEO and get the fuck out of London as soon as you can. How's that for you?"

"How's about this," I said biting back my anger and finishing my thought coolly. "You get the fuck out of my office before something bad happens to you. I don't take threats boy I hand them out. Now stand up, turn around and march your sorry ass out of here."

Hastings snarled and did as he was told but I knew it wasn't over. Now I couldn't go to Nick and tell him one of his precious members threatened me so I had to handle it quietly. 

"Sterling," I said.

"Yes Master," she purred hearing the anger boiling over in my voice now.

"I need to arrange a little accident," I frowned.

"I will take care of it Master rest easy."

And I did knowing that she would take care of my problem with machine proficiency. Then I looked down and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw the little tripod still stood despite my lack of mental attention upon it. 

"I did it! I fucking did it! But how did I do it?"

Sadly I was torn from my plaything for real life endeavors. I strode into the meeting room and Melody didn't miss the chill in the air that followed me in. I saw the silent prayer she said as I took my seat.

"Ladies and gentlemen thank you for your hard work that has led to your appointment to the board of directors of Numenor Technology London. I want to begin the meeting by working our way up from the Plant Manager position to that of CEO if that will acceptable?" There were nods all around so I continued. "I have spent last night and this morning looking over everyone's files and work experience. At this point I would like to see who you would like to nominate as Plant Manager at this time?"

So the meeting progressed as one by one those seated were nominated and appointed to their positions. We were finally down to the CFO and CEO positions. The last two people left to be assigned were Melody and Hastings. I don't think anyone in the room was really surprised at that particular outcome. But unknown to all but me there were a few surprises on the way.

"Now it appears that we have only to decide who becomes CEO and who gets CFO. Now as far as my Chief Financial Officer I have decided not to choose Mr. Hastings here."

He smiled thinking that he had been chosen for Chief Executive Officer. 

"I would also like to announce that he will also NOT be appointed to CEO."

"What the fuck are you trying to pull Masters?"

"Just this," I said and pointed towards the door as it opened and three men stepped in.

Two were obvious police officers the third was a detective from Scotland Yard. 

"William Hastings Esquire we are placing you under arrest," the detective intoned as he read him his rights.

Hastings spun on me and the look of shock was clear.

"What are the charges," he asked as he was lifted up and handcuffed.

"Embezzlement of company funds and murder," the detective calmly said.

"Murder, I didn't kill anyone!"

"We have received very damning evidence on an open murder case involving one Ginger Hastings, your sister. Now come along with us. Sorry for the interruption."

They dragged Hastings away who was cursing and screaming the entire time.

"Set, game and match," I muttered under my breath.

"Remind me to never ever piss you sir," Melody whispered.

"Umbra set a reminded for Melody here," I said with a smile. "Well we have two positions to fill and only one candidate. But it saddens me that Melody here will not be advancing to a position on the board, just yet. I have in fact met with two former members of the board and agreed to accept their sons to fill the last two positions. If there is no other business, I will meet with each of you individually as the week progresses and see how you are getting along."

But I never got a chance to adjourn the meeting. Katie Hobs our new Plant Manager turned to me and I nodded. She was a mousy brunette with thick glasses, short brown hair and features that were an interesting hybrid of solid European stock and either Slavic or Russian. She wore a bland gray business suit with a long skirt and modest shoes. If I were going to describe her living style it would have been frugal. She set down a manila folder and opened it and began. Though her words came out haltingly at first once she built up a head of steam she plowed right through it.

"As you may or may not be aware the plant was never full completed to spec. We did the best we could with the allotted time but there is one crucial part of the assembly line that was not constructed. It has no affect on the current product we are manufacturing but when we switch over well we need to take care of it and soon."

I smiled at her and nodded but just then a red LED display appeared in my field of vision. It was a clock and it was counting down from ten seconds.

"I was going to bring that up actually but I am glad you did Katie. What were your thoughts on how we should handle this issue?" I asked her but even as she cleared her throat, there came a sound from outside the plant.

It sounded like tearing and splintering of wood and steel. That was followed by the concussive blast wave that actually blew out windows on the eastern side of the plant. Everyone seated at the table flew from their seats to see what had happened. I leaned over Melody to see the smoldering ruin that had been the marked police car. No one could have survived that twisted and melted piles of metal. Then I saw that workers from the plant were helping the two police officers and the detective to their feet. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. 

'Oops,' Sterling sent to me silently.

'OOPS? Oops is dropping a shaker of salt. What the fuck did you do?'

'I dropped the crane from the neighboring warehouse down Master.'

'That's a little overkill don't you think?' I bit back the chuckle that had been building in my throat.

'Master is laughing? You are a sick, sick man Master of mine.'

'I suppose I am.'

Melody and the others watched on in horror as the emergency vehicles arrived and the fire was eventually contained.

"Katie," I said at last. "Send everyone home with full pay and cancel the second shift. It's going to take time to move that wreckage. Perhaps this is a good time to finish that part of the assembly line?"

"Yes sir, I'll take care of it."

I contacted Nick and informed him of the little accident, he had already been in the loop concerning Hastings upcoming arrest and crimes. But as I told him about his death I did add the little bit about the threat in my office and this Silver Twilight Lodge. That part seemed to concern him more than the plant being shut down for retooling. He agreed to look into it and I felt that the first domino of something ugly might have already fallen concerning this subject. Then he was gone and I was left with my thoughts.

I sat in my office staring at the little tripod that could. What did I do to make it keep its current shape? Strange that I shouldn't feel a bit of remorse for the life I had caused to be snuffed out. I never gave it second thought really; he was a threat that if I hadn't acted as I had would have escaped justice. The Silver Twilight would have freed him somehow of that I was certain. So it really was a moot point now onto more important things. The tripod was frozen in midstride on my desk and I wanted to know why.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of Hastings barging into my office. What I had done or thought that might have affected the alloy figure. Stay, I had mentally thought stay to the diminutive thing and it had frozen in place! Could it really have been that easy? I opened my eyes and focused my full attention on the tripod and imagined it once more lumbering over the paper clip army and oaken landscape. To my utter surprise it once more took the field and lorded over its human slaves heaving its alien bulk forward. Stay... and it stopped. There came a soft knock at my door and I called out for them to come in. I looked up and there was my mother looking half in shock and half surprised to see me bent over my desk. 

"Jon, Jon are you okay," she asked her voice almost cracking with worry.

"Oh I'm fine," I told her.

Maybe it was casual attitude so I decided to explain.

"No one from the plant, well besides the guy arrested for murder was injured."

"You say that like it's a good thing," Mom accused.

"I have told you everything that has happened to me from the beginning. Now I will tell you this he was a continuing threat to this family. So don't you dare shed a single tear for him? He murdered his sister and was embezzling from this company."

I will tell you this there is one quality I inherited from my mom, she is a survivor. Bring family into a situation and it all changes. She crunches the numbers and it comes out like this. Hurt her babies and you have a fight on your hands. Mom gave me a little nod and a grim smile.

"You are right Jon, that evil son of a bitch got what he deserved."

"Glad we see eye to eye on this thing," I told her showing a lot of relief as I took to my feet and moved behind her. "So what brings you to my office in the middle of the day woman?"

I locked the door so that we wouldn't be interrupted. Then I pulled her close so that her ass was rubbing against my hardening flesh. Then my hands moved upward to cup her clothed tits.

"MMMMMMMMM my little cock slut why are you here?"

"I... NNNNNNNNNNN oh Jon that feels so good..."

I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra from the front. Soon my eager hands were cupping her firm tits.

"You came here to get fucked didn't you admit it," I moaned in her ear as she ground her ass against me.

"No but since I am here," she moaned back. "I'm not wearing panties."

"Unzip me mom," I said as I began to kiss her neck.

Her skilled hands reached back and freed me.

"Good now lift up your skirt and bend over," I directed her.

She leaned against my desk and assumed the position. I eased slowly inside her soaked slit. We both moaned as I drove my hips into her burying my cock deep.

"I was so envious of that little tart this morning," she admitted as I began to pound her slowly.

"You were," I said as I thrust harder and faster now.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she moaned softly.

"Did mommy miss her son's cock this morning," I asked as I nipped her earlobe.

"YESSSSSSSSS," she growled. "Fuck me son... drive that wonderful cock of yours into mommy's pussy!"

"Yes ma'am," I crooned as I took a firm grip on her hips. "Here it comes."

"Give it to me... don't hold back baby... ram that fat cock into me..."

I fucked her as hard as she asked for and then some. The brutal slapping of our bodies sounded loud in my ears. But mom took it in stride and actually managed to thrust her hips back. The old girl fucked like it was breathing, necessary and she'd die without it. 

"Oh god damn Jon that feels amazing," she said over her shoulder. "I've never been fucked like this... ever."

"I'll take that as a real compliment from a cock whore like you," I told her.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special," mom responded with a wicked smile and a tight squeeze from her talented pussy.

"UNNNNNNNN you dirty little whore you," I moaned as she continued to squeeze me. 

"Like my grip baby?"

"I love it."

I hammered her hard and fast and felt her 'grip' tighten even more as she came for me. Mom managed somehow to bite back that primal scream that would have alerted anyone in the plant to what we were doing. So what came out was a muffled yelp, it was cute actually. I ground my hips against her as her orgasm shook her entire body. Panting and sweating she quivered weakly beneath me as she slowly recovered. I pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back and slammed back into her wet tightness. 

"This one's for me," I told her as I started slamming my cock into her without mercy.

Mom's back arched as a second orgasm followed the first. I looked down at her and noticed her freshly shaved pussy.

"You shaved."

"Yes... I did," she moaned softly. "I used your lucky razor."

"It turned out lucky for you," I told her as I hammered her pussy harder than ever.

Mom's eyes closed as she rode out one orgasm after the other. She was heading straight for sensory overload and me right with her. I grabbed her tits for leverage and latched on like a baby ape. I pinched her nipples hard as I rode her. The desk shook from the force I was using to fuck her and she rode the wave like a champ. My cock swelled and swelled as a monster orgasm built inside of me. Mom had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming. To consummate our first fuck in my office I yanked my cock from her and sprayed her from tits to the top of her head. 

I helped her to her feet and guided her to the private bathroom that included a shower. I thought she was all fucked out but I was dead wrong. After an initial clean up she ended up on her knees and sucking me off once and one more pounding before we left for the day. Ever since Sterling tweaked my, what the hell did she call it, telomeres I have never felt better and seemed able to fuck for hours. When the opportunities presented themselves and thanks to the eager women in my life they did. 

Suddenly there was punch to my arm from my mom as she glared at me.

"What the hell was that for," I asked jokingly.

"That's for distracting me and making me forget."

"Forget, forget what," I said scratching my head.

"This," she said handing me an envelope. "I found this after picking up your room, it was under the bed."

"Why were you picking up my room, oh never mind," I replied as I examined the envelope. "Oh Shit! This is the letter that arrived the night Mary got so sick. I completely forgot about it."

"Look where it's from," Mom said.

"Holy crap, that can't be right." I said but there is was Buckingham fucking Palace.

Yet another of Nyarlathotep's tentacles reaching out for me, goddamn it! This isn't something I can just ignore and he knew it.

"What does it say mom?"

"What makes you think I read it... okay the gist of it is this you are going to be knighted and receive a title, the Duke of Exeter. Isn't that great honey?"

"Another piece of the puzzle falling into place is all," I said grimacing.




Evil Bitch Ch. 10



"What are you going to do Jon?"

"Do, accept a title and see what else the slippery bastard has planned I guess."

"What's your next move then?"

"Go see a man about a tripod," I said leaning over and letting the figure crawl onto my hand and up to my shoulder.

"What is that?"

"A little friend I made," I told her.

Mom and I made our way downstairs just in time to see Mike, the R&D guy, arrive. He seemed in good spirits despite the wreckage outside. Then he saw my little companion and smiled even wider.

"You've been busy boss; I can't wait to hear what you have to share with me."

We made a quick stop before we went to Mike's private domain. Mom was surprised at all the clutter and then she saw the work area and its pristine condition. Clearly he was a man who had a lot on his mind. I set my hand on the table and the tripod leisurely walked down my arm and onto its surface much to my mother's astonishment and Mike's amusement. He even clapped when the tripod did a little bow in his direction.

"Wonderful," Mike said like a young child who had seen his first magic trick. "You have definitely improved on your ability to manipulate the alloy."

"It seems to me that once I discovered how to lock the form in the control became a lot easier."

"That makes sense, so tell me boss how did you do it?"

"Well I'll tell you Mike," it was only then that I noticed the ancient battered army jacket he was wearing and there on his right breast his name, M. Erlin. "Merlin?"

"Oh yeah that," he said sheepishly. "That was my call sign in the military for obvious reasons."

"Did you fight in any of the wars," my mom asked softly.

"Yeah," he said with a grim smile. "...All of them from WW2 to Vietnam. When you get good at something you stick with it. I even got recruited by the yanks for a long stint but I can't talk about that."

"Well you seem a lot happier building things it seems to me," I offered.

"Oh I am boss I am."

"Here's the secret to stabilizing the alloy," I said as I picked up a chunk and it turned into a flawless diamond the size of a baseball. "Stay."

When I set it down it remained a scintillating jewel. Mike crouched down and stared at the sphere shaped crystal and smiled all the wider.

"Well I'll be damned, so simple like most riddles. So what do we do now?"

"I have an experiment I want to try and I want your expert opinion."

"Fire away boss," Mike replied.

"I need all the alloy you have on hand for a test," I told him.

Without saying a word he walked over and grabbed a mail cart and wheeled it over. Then he proceeded to dump all the boxes and cubes of alloy onto the table. The little tripod dodged and weaved until he finally raced up my arm and took refuge on my shoulder. I touched the diamond and it reverted to its natural state.

"Aw, that was so pretty," mom said.

Smiling I reached over for a smaller chunk of alloy and she shook her head. I pointed at a slightly larger on, nope. Finally a piece halfway as large as the original stone seemed to appease her. I cupped it in my hand and another spherical diamond appeared then I stopped and decided to try something. I closed my eyes and I heard gasps from mom and Mike and when I opened my eyes there blazing away at the heart of the crystal a star-like flame. 

"Stay," I said and handed it to my mother.

To everyone's surprise the stone kept its shape along with the illumination burning at its core. 

"It's amazing Jon," Mom said with tears in her eyes.

"What inspired that," Mike asked.

"A story I read once," was all I said. "Now let's see if my other idea will pay off as well."

"So what's the plan," Mike asked licking his lips.

"Well first," I said and with a mental thrust all of the alloy merged into one massive block. "Now we see how well it takes direction." I said as I placed the A.I. crystal I had taken from the vault on top of the cube, nothing happened.

"It needs power," Mike said as he snatched a lamp and yanked out its power cord. 

He separated the two wires, skinned the insulation off of the ends and then plugged it in. Then Mike touched the crystal with the ends, nothing. Next he inserted the ends directly into the alloy. 

"Work damn you," Mike growled.

A moment later the crystal flickered and the alloy appeared to melt until it covered most of the work surface. Then to our utter delight thousands of tiny designs began to appear on its surface.

"That looks just like," Mom began.

"Yes a circuit board," I finished for her. "Sterling, send the schematics for the prototypes to the other crystal."

"I can't Master, it hasn't been given a name or designation yet."

"Okay," I said as I closed my eyes and interfaced with the juvenile personality within the crystal. 

What I saw was amazing and yet disturbing. It appeared for all intents and purposes an infant in a fetal position just hovering there.

"What is my purpose... what is my name..." it asked over and over.

"Your name is... Stormbringer," I blurted out saying the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Referencing Stormbringer... popular culture... multiple references... ah yes... morality parameters limiting full assimilation. I am Stormbringer. What is my designation Master?"

"Technomancer," again I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Assimilating references, excellent choice Master," the avatar said as its form began to change.

It was one long fluid transformation from infant to full grown man in mere seconds. He was tall and his features were elegantly alien with the upswept almond eyes the color of rubies and his pale white skin. The cascading mane of snow white hair fell nearly down to his naked behind. Tall and thin he was appearing almost anorexic but there was strength there as well. His fingers and toes were long and delicate as if made for performing meticulous tasks such as surgery or maybe even playing the piano. The scarecrow figure bowed to me and smiled a very sardonic grin.

"Am I pleasing to look upon Master?"

"Yes we just need to cover you up a bit," I added and even as I spoke he was wearing ebony robes of the sorcerer persuasion. I nodded my approval.

"I am glad that Master is pleased, now about this alloy what shall I do with it?"

I sent the files and it took mere moments for Stormbringer to absorb its contents.

"I cannot create full scale models with this amount of alloy but I will do my best Master."

"That is all I expect Storm," I said.

"You called me Storm," he said with a look in his eyes like a child that is praised for a good job.

"If that is okay," I asked.

"More than okay Master," he replied. "...more than okay!"

I broke the link and looked around the room. Then I addressed Storm so that everyone could hear.

"Okay Storm, impress me."

There was a flurry of activity on the surface of the alloy as lines formed and reformed as he went to work. I assumed he was calculating the maximum size of a construct he could build with the amount of alloy he had. Then suddenly the sheet of alloy broke apart into dozens of pieces and as before they reverted to their block form. Mike's face fall in disappointment but mom stared down in a hopeful almost motherly way.

"You can do it," she whispered.

The crystal sat on a small block of the alloy and before our eyes it flattened and sent out tiny wire thin tentacles that managed to touch each and every piece of alloy on the table. With a suddenness that surprised us all the blocks took on their new form. It appeared as if someone had thoroughly dissected a small cat. The most obvious was the bones but there were also tendons, muscles and all manner of bio forms. Like some hideous horror flick the pieces began to assemble themselves with a silent efficiency that delighted Mike to no end. Soon the skeleton was intact and then the other pieces slithered into place and the last was the crystal which was lifted by the alloy tentacles onto the gleaming white forehead. Then the fleshless cat sat up and cocked its head to the side and saw our expressions. It seemed to think for a long moment and then abruptly shrunk a bit and then like some primeval ooze an alloy skin flowed over the body and the transformation was complete. It shook itself and suddenly color blossomed all over the cat and it appeared to all assembled as perfect as any other calico kitten. Even the eyes had that cute kitten quality to them. 

"I am impressed," I told Storm.

He jumped into my mother's arms and she smiled as she rubbed and snuggled.

"He's so cool to the touch," she remarked and then after a moment. "Oh that is much better."

"Can you purr," Mike asked and there was a short pause and the sound like a small motor came from the cat.

After some adjustments and tweaking the construct could have fooled anyone. Mike looked from the kitten to me and just shook his head.

"Nothing short of genius boss," he commented. 

"Storm can you create the other construct or do you need more alloy?"

The cat's eyes lit up and the albino figure appeared on the table top.

"It will take a little time to reprogram the alloy but it shouldn't be too difficult a task."

"Now here is the big question," I said and looked him in the virtual eyes. "Would it be possible for you to switch between the forms easily?"

"I don't know Master until I try. I suspect there might be some glitches at first but with practice I feel confident I could do it."

"Excellent I have every confidence in you," I said.

"Thank you Master that means a lot," Storm replied. "I shall now focus my attention on the second prototype."

The hologram vanished and the cat sat perfectly still.

"I see what you are doing," it was my mother who spoke. "Multiple forms would mean multiple purposes for the avatar."

"Yep that's the plan."

Without warning the kitten leapt from my mom's arms and landed on the table. Then it lay down and its entire form took on a gray liquid consistency. The gray blob began to elongate and the cat tail grew and thinned as it went. Then the neck narrowed and protruded from the main body even as the skull shrunk. Then with a sudden flurry of movement it sprouted wings and the mini-dragon stood there in all its majestic glory. This time it was covered with gorgeous iridescent scales the color of emeralds. The eyes matched the scales perfectly and when it looked about the reptilian eyes showed a fierce sort of intelligence in them. In a word it was perfect, but could he actually fly?

"Well here goes nothing," the dragon said its voice tinged with uncertainty.

It slowly flapped its wings and the clawed feet gradually left the ground. Storm stopped and dropped down then as if getting his bearings he smiled and raced for the edge of the table on all fours and leapt. With an out thrust of wings he soared up towards the rafters and disappeared. 

"Oh I like flying Master," said Storm his voice coming from above.

Whoosh! Like a falcon diving upon its prey the dragon reappeared but now his scales were jet black to match the shadows he had been hiding in. He flapped his wings and flew up again vanishing so quickly. Damn he was fast! Then with a gentleness that surprised me he dropped down and with a breaking maneuver landed lightly upon my left shoulder. He slid his long tail around my neck for balance and perhaps a comfort thing. The tripod scuttled into my shirt's breast pocket and hid. 

'Now you are beginning to look like a Technomancer,' Sterling said silently a hint of jealousy in her voice.

'Don't be that way, wait to you see what I have planned for you,' I replied.

'Master doesn't have to appease his servants,' she said.

'I don't have to but I want to, I know how much work you put into those two. Trust me you are going to love what I have in store.'

'Thank you Master,' Sterling purred in my mind.

I looked around the room and was all smiles. This had turned out better than I had hoped.

"Mike do you mind if I take him home with me," I asked the old man.

"He is technically your property besides I have another half of the meteorite to process for you."

"Speaking of processing, do you have the rocky exterior of the first half handy?"

"Oh yeah its right over here, you want to examine it?"

"Yep, I want to see if it has any properties we might exploit."

"I am going to really enjoy working for you boss," Mike said retrieving the rocky shell for me.

"Call me Jon," I said as I turned to leave.

"Okay Jon, wee... time to get to work!"

I looked at Storm and wondered how the hell we were going to get him out of the plant without being seen. Then as if catching my thought he just vanished. Then as if an afterthought his eyes flashed yellow briefly before disappearing altogether.

"Why did you do that?"

"I have assimilated Umbra's personality profile on you. She has all of your favorite movies, books, comics, games and pornos."

"Oi, you can drop the porno file right now."

"It seems quite obvious to me that you have a thing about redheaded Asians," Storm blundered along.

"Hush right now," I said as my mom smiled and nodded. "Oh hell, see what you've done now."

"Sorry Master," Storm apologized.

"It's okay Storm," my mom said. "I already knew all about his stash at the old house."

"So you know about his bosom fetish as well?"

"Oi, what about hush did you miss... Jesus you two are killing me."

"Or his domination fetish, don't leave that one out," Umbra jumped into the mix.

"REALLY..."Mom said raising an eyebrow.

I decided to shut the hell up if no one else was going to. I walked on silently to the waiting car and sat climbed in without addressing the driver.

"Long day sir," he asked.

"You have no idea," I replied. "Where is Melody?"

"She already returned home sir."

"Come on mom Melody is already home."

"I can't say as I blame her, this situation out front makes the entire plant unsafe until it's removed."

Mom rode in pleasant silence with the calico kitten in her lap. Storm had already formed a nice little bond with her and at least it kept them amused and quiet. I on the other hand was watching with equal amusement the little tripod as he explored the interior of the car. It seemed no surface was safe from his inquisitive nature. He managed to climb the vertical surface of the back of the front seat and was observing the driver in his duties. I also noticed he was less mechanical in appearance and much more organic. Even his coloring had changed to a mottled green and yellow pattern. But I guess it was his eyes, all three of them, with their blue pigmentation and the triple blink as I called it. As I watched it reached up with one of his three arms/legs and touched the clear glass barrier with his pseudo hand/foot. The three digits pressed, explored and processed this anomaly.

"It's called glass," I said. "It is superheated sand that is cooled and shaped. It is transparent when finished."

"Who are you talking to," my Mom asked.

"The tripod... boy he really needs a name."

"How about Marvin, you know like Marvin the Martian?"

The tripod turned and looked at my mom and slowly nodded its head. 

"Okay Marvin it is," I said.

"Boy you really are good at that Jon," she said with a smile.

Marvin bowed and jumped into my lap mimicking the kitten now. I wasn't sure when I was going to tell her I had long since been guiding Marvin's actions. Somewhere along the way the alloy had achieved a sort of basic self awareness. It possessed a personality and best of all what appeared to be memories. I stroked Marvin's head and it felt somewhere between snake scales and what I imagined an octopus would feel like. The longer he was around the more he evolved, developed and understood.

Once we were home I slipped into the kitchen and sat down alone with Faye. She took one look at me and smiled knowingly and sat down opposite of me.

"Women trouble," she asked but I shook my head.

"I need your advice Faye," I began. "What does one wear when meeting the Queen?"

The older woman blinked a few times and then leaned in and saw the seriousness in my eyes.

"YOU... you are going to meet the bloody Queen?"

"Yeah, and I don't have much time to prepare."

"What's the occasion?"

I actually grimaced and wondered how to explain it to her.

"Just bloody spit it out already!"

"I am being knighted and given the title Duke of Exeter," there it was out.

"No shit," she said and sat back hard.

"Yeah no shit," I replied.

"Well bugger me I didn't know you were English... you sound so... so American."

"I was born here, so I have dual citizenship."

"The Lady Cyan bought this place when the family fell on hard times but you," she said. "You are a real Lord and all that. You want my opinion it never happened to a more deserving young man. Let me finish what I am doing here and I'll be up as soon as I can, your Lordship."

"Thanks Faye, you are a life saver."

It felt like the longest hour of my life. There came a soft knock on the door.

"Are you decent," Faye asked.

"Yeah come on in," I replied.

"Damn," she giggled as she opened the door. "Okay let's see what your wardrobe looks like."

I was wrong; the hour that followed was the longest in my life. It took Faye a while to narrow down the selection to three suits. One went well with my eyes, one with my complexion and the last just looked as she put it smoking hot. We went with the last one. 

Once that was done it was somehow decided that I needed not one woman to scrub and clean me but three. So instead of a crowded shower they decided on a single large tub and each of them took turns 'scrubbing' me. Apparently while I was picking out a suit a council of war was called and the trio felt that every ounce of nervous energy I possessed needed to be purged. And they did just that by rubbing, stroking, licking, sucking and fucking it out of me. When they were done not only did my skin gleam from a good scouring but possessed that freshly fucked glow as well. I felt like some sort of boneless sponge by the time they were done. They dried me, poured me into my suit and sent me on my way. 

When I arrived at Buckingham Palace and there was no huge line of cars I was very relieved. When we arrived at the front of the massive stone structure and Prince William met me I was both confused and curious. What sort of knighting ceremony was this going to be? I followed the prince up into the palace and into the presence of his grandmother, the Queen. Though she was of petite stature there was nothing weak about her aura or demeanor. She was all business. William took a position to her left next to his brother Henry and on her right Charles, Andrew and Edward. To say that I felt like a fish out of water was the understatement of any century. I had Sterling whispering in my ear and followed her direction without flaw. 

The ceremony itself was blissfully brief but what followed lasted far longer than I ever expected. Elizabeth dismissed the males in her family and bid me to walk with her, alone. 

"I know you have many questions Lord Jon Masters," she began. "The title you have been given has been held in trust for a very long time. I was surprised as much as you when I was approached and informed that the time had come to bestow this great honor. We both know who is responsible so there is no need to speak his name, ever. I am one of few living who knows the other title that you hold. There are some artifacts that are to be passed onto you at this point. One is this key and the contents of the room that it opens. One is a small box of personal affects that belonged to your ancestor. Finally there is a stern warning to tread carefully for the mechanizations in motion have been in place a very long time. After the events in Japan I have no doubt in my mind that our mutual acquaintance has dire plans for us all. If you ever question your own judgment feel free to contact me or my heir along these matters."




Evil Bitch Ch. 10



"Your Majesty, if I might ask what happened in Japan?"

"As you may or may not know the Order is divided into two halves. The Silver Twilight or those who rule and then there is the Order of Ghibrail or those who serve. The Silver Twilight is run by the three, the Grandmaster, the Hidden Master and the Eternal Master. In Japan a new Hidden Master was being installed when the unthinkable happened. The Grandmaster challenged the Hidden Master for his title. This has never happened in the entire history of the Order. 

From my vantage point the battle seemed destined to fall to the more experienced fighter, but it didn't. It was well known that the Grandmaster was a very gifted swordsman in several different styles. It was also well known that the new Hidden Master was a young man and less gifted. However, as the battle played itself out the young man managed to give the old man just what he expected, an opening. The Hidden Master sacrificed a few broken ribs for a victory. The moment the Grandmaster committed to his strike he was doomed. The young man endured the strike and took full advantage of the wide open stance of his foe and with two vicious strikes knocked him out."

"It sounds like our mutual acquaintance may have more on his hands than he planned with someone like that."

"You share my opinion of the Hidden Master. But everyone knows it is the Eternal Master that really runs the Order. He is an unknown as always."

"You met the Hidden Master, what was he like?"

"I only met him briefly and he was recovering from his conflict. When I pledged my loyalty to him I was alone. All I can say is this. He was young, in very good shape and his ring was the same as when I pledged to his predecessor."

"What did it look like?"

"Each of the three has a ring that matches their masks of office. The Grandmaster's colors are gold and red, the Hidden Master's colors are black and red and finally the Eternal Master's colors are silver and black."

That removed any doubt from my mind; Nick Shaw was the Hidden Master. It also proved to me that we shared a common enemy, Nyarlathotep. Now I had to consider him in my equations from now on. If I could help him out even clandestinely it would be worth it. We walked along in silence until we reached a door much like the all the others but she knew better. She unlocked the door and I followed her inside. If I thought the book and artifacts that I had collected were something this put them all to shame. The shelves were six high and the glass cases were filled with scrolls, tablets and other items.

"We call this the Black Library," the Queen said softly. "It is dire tomes of lore best forgotten but preserved until the day you accepted the title of duke. It will be removed from our premises and delivered to your new estate at Wind Sword. It is located on the outskirts of London."

"If this is best forgotten why keep it?"

"Sometimes you must fight darkness with darkness my dear boy."

"I don't know what to say," I replied.

"Silence is its own reward, follow me."

She led me to the center of the massive room and there was an ancient oaken desk. Upon the desk rested a metallic box. It reminded me of the old cash boxes from the fifties I had seen at a yard sale once. It wasn't locked and she lifted the lid and removed a pair of sturdy looking gloves.

"My father said they were called the Calaval in the Old Tongue," she said with a distant look in her eye.

"Have you ever tried them on your Majesty?"

"Yes, when I was a little girl. I snuck in here and put them on and pretended I was a sorceress."

"What happened?"

"The stuff of nightmares that will haunt an old lady until the day she dies," she said dropping the gloves back into the box.

She began to reach in again and stopped. Instead she closed the lid of the box and frowned.

"I will let you dabble with the items within Lord Jon. Just remember who the real enemy is."

That as they say was that. The Queen led me out, locked that door and we returned to the room where I was knighted. It was eerie the way she looked at me with a harrowing glance that spoke volumes to me. She opened her mouth as if to speak but instead turned and left. William reappeared and guided me back out.

"Welcome to England Duke Jon," were his only words to me.

"Thank you Prince William."

My car was waiting and we headed away from Cyan's manor house. I knew that we were heading for Wind Sword, my ancestral home and who knew what kind of intrigue.

Arkham Massachusetts:

Old Miller Place:

I arrived at the sea side mansion and couldn't help but smile. She was a beauty built in the early seventeen hundreds and maintained very well by a cursory glance. The other contractors had already arrived and were all smiles when I stepped out of my van.

"Charlie!" some called out as I found the foreman.

"Hey Charlie," Ryan Spencer said as I approached. "When I heard they were sending you I knew this was going to be an easy lick."

"Yeah cause I'll be doing all the hard work eh," I replied.

"You betcha," Ryan said. "I've never seen a system this sophisticated in my entire life. I'm leaving it all in your capable hands. The owner works for that new computer company, Numenor and its one of their systems that we are installing. Think you can handle it?"

"Ooh, I've read all about these things. Sure I'll take it one step at a time but I haven't met a machine I can't tackle."

"Excellent," Ryan said a look of relief spreading over his features. "Here are the blueprints and the schematics. So far we haven't had to make any modifications on anything. So hold onto those until I tell you otherwise. Got any questions?"

"Has the old electric and furnace and all that been tore out yet," I asked.

"Oh yeah, the basement is all yours, we've even put that new power plant down there for ya to play with. I figured you would want to mess with that first before you started hooking up 'Mother'."

"Mother, oh the A.I. how clever is that. Well if you need me I'll be in the basement."

"Oh, there's a gal been wandering around here. She's the owner's cousin so be nice if you see her skulking around."

"Right."

With tools in hand I made my way to the basement. Before too long I was busy hooking up the sphere shaped power plant. This entire place was going to cutting edge from bottom to top, must be nice. An hour later I was connecting the electrical wiring into the separate junction boxes. Each floor was clearly marked and the wiring tagged so I knew where it led to. It wasn't until lunch time that the curious young lady appeared with a cold soda in hand.

"You must be Charlie," she said in her sultry way. "I don't mean any disrespect but are you from any of the local tribes?"

"No, my mother was Navajo and my father Lakota. No harm done young lady."

"Oh good, here I brought you a drink to cool you off."

"Thanks very much," I replied. "You have me at a great disadvantage."

"My name is Elizabeth Colton, but everyone just calls me Liz."

"Well thank you Liz. So will you be living here with your cousin?"

"I imagine so," she said with a queer inflection in her voice as if she weren't certain.

"It'll be absolutely gorgeous when we are done with her."

"Of that I have no doubt," Liz purred. "Have you started work on the electronics yet?"

"Nope, I've got to finish the electric first. Then we are going to create a room just for the server and hard drive."

"Where is that going to be?"

"Right under the main staircase, but you won't be able to see the door when we're done."

"Ooh another secret room how exciting."

"Yep, it will have its own environmental controls to keep it nice and cool. I expect by the weekend I'll have the main hall wired for sound barring unexpected interruptions."

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I love your hair. How long has it been that gorgeous color?"

"Oh, it turned white when I was thirteen actually. I had a real bad fever and when it broke my hair and eyes had changed."

Liz leaned close and smiled.

"I love them; they remind me of storm clouds."

"You should see them in the daylight, they shine like a brand new dime," I said trying not to flirt.

"Well Charlie you have a lot of work to do and I don't want you getting trouble with the boss. I will leave you to it."

I watched her leave and if I were twenty something years younger. Oh hell I'd still be way too old for a pretty young thing like that. I was sixty four going on a hundred. I finished my soda and went back to work. 

It was while I was taking my lunch and glancing at the blueprints and the schematics that I saw a major flaw in Mother's eyes on the inside of the manor house. With sandwich in one hand and another cold soda in the other I walked up to the first floor and sat on the main stairs looking out. Then I walked to the ballroom on my right keenly aware of certain facts. After a quick walk through the first floor I confirmed my suspicion. The set up of the stationary system was going to be too limiting for the A.I. to perform her duties. Well better early on than further down the road.

"Hey Ryan," I called out to the foreman. "We got a problem."

"I don't want to hear that," he replied as I pointed out the issue on his copy of the prints. "How the hell did they miss that?"

"The guys who drew up the plans are the owner and his boss that's why. You want me to call them or do you," I asked.

"Hey it was your catch and you are the man with the solution."

"I thought you might say that. I'll take care of it."

So there I was on a three way call with Jon Masters and Nick Shaw explaining the situation. Thank god they liked my solution. They approved the changes and I was as happy as a pig in shit. The new plans would mean a little more work on our part but in the long run a better system and a happier customer. 

So as I sat down and sketched out my solution I tried to work out the math in my head. About an hour or so into my calculations I received a nice delivery from Numenor Technology out of Dunwich. I held in my hot little hands one of their new tablet computers outfitted with its own A.I. interface. The note that came along with it said 'Consider it a bonus, Nick'. Preloaded into the tablet were the current schematics and blueprints. With the drafting program on board it would be easy to design and polish my solution in no time at all. 

"Can I be of service sir," the avatar asked appearing next to me. "Is this form acceptable?"

"I was wondering if you could look like Tesla for me," I asked. "He's been a bit of a hero of mine."

"Yes sir, give me just a moment," he said before his form shifted to that of Nikola Tesla. "Now what can I do for you young man?"

His entire demeanor and even vocal patterns had changed. I was majorly fucking impressed with the level of sophistication it possessed. 

"Here is my problem and here is my solution, what do you think?"

And so it began there I was hashing out plans on mechanical engineering with Tesla! How cool was that? I was so engrossed in what I was doing Ryan had to come and tell me it was time to go.

"Hey Charlie, it's quitting time. What the hell?"

"Oh hey Ryan this is Nikola Tesla. Nikola this is my foreman Ryan."

"A pleasure to meet you sir," the avatar said with a slight tilt of the head.

"Um... nice to meet you to um Nick," Ryan responded a little haltingly.

"He's the A.I. tied to the tablet they sent for me to work on Mother's eyes and ears," I said with a huge smile on my face.

"Wow," Ryan said shaking his head. "We are locking up so... you and Nick need to go home."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

As I drove home Nikola and I continued our conversation and finalized the changes. By the time I stepped through my front door we were done and I could now focus on spending time with my wife. 

"Becca," I called out. "I am home."

"How was your first day," she asked as she poked her head out of our tiny kitchen.

"I found a few problems with the layout of their security system but I'll have them back on track in no time at all."

"That's my baby," she said her baby blue eyes crinkling up on the ends as she smiled.

"Smells amazing," I told her as the aroma of our dinner wafted through the air.

"You always say that."

"I always mean it too."

"What's that under your arm," she asked as she slipped out long enough for a hug and a kiss.

"My Christmas bonus," I said holding up the tablet computer. "Mr. Masters and Mr. Shaw sent it as a thank you for finding and proposing the solution to their security issue."

"It's gorgeous Charlie, just what you need another computer."

"This is not just another computer, show her Nikola," I said as he appeared in front of the coffee table.

"Holy smokes; who... what is that Charlie?"

"Remember me telling you about a company that had developed artificial intelligence, that's who I am working for."

"Sweetie you ramble on about all sorts of things I just don't understand. But it I mean he looks so real."

"Why thank you ma'am," Nikola said with a small bow.

"Jesus H Christ he talks!"

"Yes ma'am I do, your pan is boiling over."

Becca dashed back into the kitchen to reclaim control over her domain. I never went into her kitchen and she never went into my workshop. It was the unspoken rule of the household. And it had worked beautifully for over fifteen years now. 

"Supper will be ready in ten minutes, go wash your hands old man. And uh thanks..."

"Nikola," the avatar offered.

"Thanks Nikola."

"You are most welcome."

"Make yourself at home Nikola," I said as I went to wash my hands.

While we ate in the kitchen Nikola walked around in the living room. He seemed to find all of our knick-knacks interesting. There were quite a few quiet noises from the avatar as he enjoyed a snapshot of our meager lives. 

"So what do you think," I asked him after we had eaten and the dishes were washed and put away.

"You have done quite a bit of travelling over the years," he said.

"Yes, you might call us restless spirits I suppose."

"I have done some checking Charlie," he said learning early on that I abhorred the title of master. "Your design for the house is quite unique. There is nothing like it that is currently patented. I was wondering if you would like me to begin that process for you."

"You can do that?"

"Oh yes, I can created all the documents and file them digitally."

"Then sure that'd be great," I said surprised that something I created would actually make money.

"You seem astonished that your concept was noteworthy."

"Show him your workshop Charlie," Becca said with a smile.

"Okay we won't be long," I told her and she just shook her head and smiled.

"You boys have fun," she replied as she grabbed the book she was reading and sat in her chair.

I picked up the tablet and walked out the back door. There on the far side of our tiny back yard was the mobile home. At one time it was our living quarters while on the road. Now it was my workshop and peace of mind. I unlocked the heavy padlock and slipped the thick chain from around the mountings I had welded onto either side of the main door. The interior was divided into two sections. The immediate area was a cluttered mess. Then there was what was behind curtain number one. I let Tesla scan the first area thoroughly and it even took him a little while to compile all the tiny bits of junk from the larger abandoned projects. 

"You have an extraordinary mind Charlie," the avatar commented finally. "While most of these are incomplete they are amazing pieces of engineering."

"Thanks Nikola."

"If the unfinished pieces are here I suspect the finished ones lie behind that curtain."

"You would be correct," I admitted. "But first I need your word that anything you see stays between us."

"Of course you have my word Charlie," Tesla replied with a smile.

"Okay then let's get this show on the road."

I tugged the two sheets that had been sewn together to one side and watched as the avatar's eyes widened in surprise. I let him scan every surface and every inch of each object and device I had completed. There was only one thing on this side of the curtain that needed finishing, the arch.

"Everything you see here was inspired by something along my journey across this great nation of ours. Anything from a rock formation to a national monument is the reason one of these things is here today. Hell, I spent two years in St. Louis alone working on my arch design well half an arch but still."

"I don't know what to say Charlie, each piece is unique and amazing and yet a see a singular characteristic that ties them all together."

"Yeah, I call them Heirorunes," I said walking over the notebook that contained all my secrets. "In here are all my dreams, visions and ramblings about those crazy characters."

"Can I see your notes Charlie?"

"Yeah, I don't know why. I haven't even let Becca see them but I know that you can understand them and help me figure them out," I said as I held up the note book for him and turned page after page until we reached the end.

It took even the blistering mind of the avatar time to absorb the mad ravings of a man named Charlie. I watched his eyes go blank for a long time before he blinked and looked at me and smiled.

"You are not insane Charlie; there is a wealth of information here. I look forward to helping you discover how to unravel what is here. The principals are groundbreaking and could literally change how we view the universe as a whole."

"After all these years," I gasped. "I finally have vindication. Are you ready to see the rest?"

"The rest, you mean there is more?"

"Oh yes an entire lifetime worth or this," I told him and he nodded eagerly.

I pulled out the box from off the floor and inside was dozens of notebooks, ledgers, loose scraps of paper and all of it was about the symbols, my Heirorunes. Tesla scanned everything leaving nothing out until after what seemed like hours we were finished. 

"I need time to process it all Charlie. May I focus my attention on this and when I am finished contact you?"

"Sure take all the time in the world. If I need you I'll holler."

And holler I did; it was close to three in the morning when the pain woke me up. I was screaming in agony when I felt Becca's hands on me. She was trying to calm me, hold me still as I writhed around in utter anguish. The back of my head felt like it was going to burst. Then there was a sudden swelling of pressure and a plopping sound and the pain began to fade. Something had hit the edge of the bed and then rolled onto the floor. Something soft and squishy came to rest by the foot of the nightstand. Becca turned on the light and wept at the sight of all that blood.

"Charlie, are you alright?"

"I don't know," I moaned weakly. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know let me see your head Charlie, let me see if you are still bleeding."

I nodded and somehow managed to sit up without puking. Becca moved behind me and gently pulled the blood matted hair out of the way. I could feel her fingers carefully probing the back of my skull and I winced at how sensitive the skin was. 

"I don't get it," she muttered. "There is all this blood and not a single cut or scrape."

"It sure hurts like hell," I told her.

"Well the skin is all red and puffy but... do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"No, let me get some rest and I'll see how I feel later on."

"Should I call Ryan and tell him you aren't coming in?"

"Yeah but not right now, wait until a godlier hour to call."

"Okay sweetie, let me get you into some clean pj's and change the sheets and you can lay back down."

She managed to move my bulky ass from the bed to rocking chair in the corner all by herself. First she stripped the bed and piled the bloody sheets and pillow cases on the floor near me. Then she stripped me and got a basin of warm water and washed my hair. Already the back of my head was feeling better. She got my hair as dry as she could and helped me dress. Then it was off to blissful sleep. Sometime in the middle of a strange dream I heard a loud 'click' and I woke up expecting, something. I sat up and looked around but I was alone in our bed and I could see that it was full daylight outside. With a sound of dismissal from me I went back to sleep. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 11



Here is another fun filled romp in London and Arkham. I hope you enjoy. As always feel free to vote and comment on the story.

London:

Wind Sword Manor:

When you hear those words what comes to mind? A bleak desolate place where gusts of ice cold wind cut like knives then you wouldn't be far off. It was that and so much more. The massive wrought iron gates were set into walls of polished Scottish granite twenty feet high and a full two feet thick. Each block perfectly cut and set to fit the one below it. From what I could tell not a single bit of mortar was used in the entire construction. 

The gates swung silently inward and we drove up the winding path to the manor house. While the trees, flowers and lawn were as meticulously cared for as those of Cyan Michaels there was a sense of wrongness to the geometry of the place. I felt that if I looked away the very layout of the grounds would change in some subtle and disturbing way. 

We came around the long elegant arc to the front of the house and I saw it for the first time. Like the wall surrounding it Wind Sword Manor was built of granite and fit together like come great monolithic structure from the long dead past. Its three stories loomed in the darkness and I could see a crescent moon hang over the thing like a great sickle. Bleak and dark and yet this was home. Here we would stay for the next two months until we left for Berlin. I did not know what to expect or fear from this place but I was here.

The driver turned around as I opened the door to step out.

"I will go back and get your things sir," he said with a look that said it's not too late.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Take care of yourself."

"You too sir," he said and meant it. "...you too."

The door to the manor house opened and there was one friendly face to greet me.

"Welcome home Master," Mary said warmly her feline eyes gleaming in the light.

"Hello Mary," I replied.

Just then as if on cue Storm dropped out of the night sky and landed lightly on my shoulder. His draconic form almost invisible in the play of shadows and I felt his tail wrap comforting around my neck and shoulders. Mary blinked a few times and I can't say as I blamed her. Who wouldn't when your boss shows up and a small dragon lands on his shoulders as if summoned from the darkness?

"I am starved," I told Mary. "And I could use a pint or two after the day I have had."

"Dinner is waiting and I will pour your beer myself Sir."

"What about my mother and Melody?"

"Your mother is on her way and Melody has decided to stay on at Lady Michaels."

I wanted to say 'I don't blame her' but I didn't.

"I assume rooms are prepared for my mother and me?"

"Oh yes sir, the Master bedroom is ready for you and for her a suit not far from yours."

"Great work Mary, where is the dining area?"

"This way Sir," she said leading the way.

I silently sent to Storm and he took wing and disappeared. The place was massive on an epic scale. It wasn't Buckingham Palace but it wasn't far off either. The dining room was huge and could have seated dozens. It would do for my first meal but changes were in order. I may have to live here but it would be on my terms. 

My food was served immediately and the beer followed shortly afterwards. I ate in silence with Mary and a young Latin woman standing and waiting in case I needed anything. It was the Latin girl who fetched the two refills on the delicious dark Irish beer I was drinking. I felt that since I had healed Mary she had been elevated somehow within the ranks of 'those who serve'. Her reverent desire to serve was now fueled by a status as my favorite and that disturbed me somehow. I believed Faye when she said Mary was a good kid and she had been through so much pain and suffering. But I think me snatching her from the brink has altered her on some fundamental level. Maybe not for the good I worried. Was I over thinking this thing? Then I looked at her and saw the almost fevered gaze in Mary's feline eyes and knew I was dead on. God help me maybe I should have let her die.

My meal finished I retired to the library waiting for my mom to arrive. Mary had moved onto her other duties leaving the Latin girl to keep an eye on me.

"What's your name," I said as I sipped my beer.

"Louisa Master is there anything you require?"

She had a lovely voice and there was of course the slight Spanish accent that was not unattractive. She had that dusky skin and dark eyes and long black hair that fell nearly to her ass. Louisa was curvaceous in all the right places and very pleasing on the eye.

"No, tell me Louisa where do you come from?"

"I am from New York Master."

"New York City," I asked.

"Yes Master."

"Your family is still there?"

"Yes Master."

I real conversationalist this one I thought. 

"Are you afraid of me Louisa?"

"Master, I don't understand?"

"Well every time I ask you a question you spit out as few words as humanly possible. So are you afraid of me?"

"Yes Sir I am," she admitted.

"I appreciate your honesty," I told her. "You don't need to be I don't bite, unless you like that sort of thing."

She blushed furiously and I thought I could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest. I finished my beer and handed her the empty glass.

"Would you like another Sir?"

"No I think that will be enough for one night. Besides..."

I was going to continue but Louisa's head lifted up and to the side as if listening to something only she could hear.

"Your mother has arrived Master, shall I see to her needs?"

"Um sure," I said and watched her as she moved straight for the front door.

Louisa was opening the door even as my mom was reaching for it, scary. 

"Welcome home Lady, can I take your things?" Louisa asked and my mom nodded weakly.

She was still recovering from the door opening as it did no doubt. I met my mom in the entry way and watched her eyes take in the place. 

"This place is huge Jon! Don't expect me to do any windows... ever."

"We'll adjust," I told her as I hugged her tight.

"Who is the leggy Amazon?"

"Her name is Louisa and she is a sweetheart," I told my mom as the Latin girl appeared carrying mom's luggage.

"Sir is too kind; I will take these to your rooms if that is alright Lady?"

"Rooms? Sure just come back I'll need a guide to get me there in one piece," Mom replied.

"Of course Lady," Louisa said with a smile and off she lugged mom's stuff up the long flight of stairs.

"I haven't taken the tour yet, you up to seeing the place with me," I asked.

"You betcha," Mom said with a smile. "Duke Jon Masters... hehe what's next?"

"That's what has me on edge," I admitted.

"Well you are not alone."

"Thanks mom," I said giving her another hug. "Mary!?"

I called for a familiar face and she appeared shortly.

"Yes Master how can I be of service?"

"Can you give us the nickel tour of this place?"

"I would be honored Sir," she said with a smile. "Do you want just the geography or the history of Wind Sword Manor as well?"

"I think just the geography will do for now. If we have any questions we'll ask."

"Yes Sir, please follow me."

It was like the Old Miller Place on steroids. The rooms were on a massive scale and opulence was to be seen everywhere. There were precious metals in abundance and every chandelier was Austrian crystal, the finest. Every piece of furniture appeared to be handmade and by highly skilled artisans at their peak. There was marble, granite and even diorite woven into the floors, walls and sculptures of Wind Sword. There was a ballroom, a music room, a library and on and on located on the first floor alone. 

Then there was the main staircase with its mahogany railing and marble steps. The second floor unlike the house in Arkham had every modern convenience for each and every private sleeping quarter. There was the bedroom and then there was a walk in closet fully stocked with clothing that ranged from ultra comfy to ultra rich. Each bathroom like the bedroom was decorated in a particular theme. Most were quite tame and ordinary while others were as lavish and outlandish as anything I could imagine. 

There was even a sci-fi room that I just might have to take over at some point. The bed was straight out of the next millennium with its complete lack of a mattress. Apparently all you had to do was lay down and it produced a gentle repulsor field. This would lift and cradle your body perfectly as it read the body's pressure points every few microseconds. I wonder what sex on that must be like. It too had a walk in closet but everything was computer controlled. When you picked a shirt it offered selections for the fashion challenged. The bathroom was the absolute best!

"It has a sonic shower," I cried out while my mom looked at me like I had lost it.

"Jon for heaven's sake it's just a shower."

"NO... it's a SONIC shower..."

"You better move his shit in here now and save yourself the effort," Mom told Mary.

"I will take care of it immediately."

As we were leaving the shower there was Louisa with my things putting them away. How the hell did she know? I looked at Mary and she smiled.

"Louisa is a very strong Empath. She can sense the needs and desires of others often before they even realize it themselves."

"So when mom arrived," I said.

"She has some latent precognitive abilities as well."

"So she knows what I want even before I know it?"

"Yeah that about sums her up," Mary said.

"Oh I doubt that my dear," my Mom added looking at the Latin girl. "That one is full of surprises."

"If you say so Lady," Mary replied and pointed towards the open doorway.

We headed for the door that led to the third floor. It was locked and Mary handed me the key.

"The third floor is for your eyes only Master," she said and turned to leave.

"Want to see?"

"Of course," my Mom replied smiling.

I unlocked the door and paused. Then closed my eyes and tried something. I sent out a mental request for Louisa's presence. She stuck her head out of my bedroom and pointed at her own chest. I nodded and crooked my finger. Louisa smiled and walked over to us. 

"If the third floor is for my eyes only who cleans up there," I asked.

"There is staff specifically suited for the task," Louisa replied.

"What are they blind or something," Mom blurted out and Louisa just nodded. "Well I'll be damned they take things serious around here."

"Want to come and see Louisa?"

"Me Master, but what about Mary? She is your favorite after all."

"Who told you that?"

"Mary said since you healed her and... I have said too much. Please forgive me Master!"

"Jon," Mom said with a gentle hand on my arm. "Let it go, for now. There are more entertaining ways of showing your displeasure."

"I like the way you think Mom. Come on Louisa you are going to get the VIP tour with us."

"Yes Master." She said blushing.

Did she sense or maybe see what I had in mind for Mary? Oh well. The three of us headed up the staircase and we all gasped at the glass walled room set into the very center of the top floor. It was like looking into a huge terrarium with its gravel garden and hanging plants everywhere. But it was the transparent ceiling that allowed the moonlight unfettered access to the room that took my breath away. 

The door was unlike any door I had ever seen before. It was made of beveled glass and was seated into the transparent frame by some unseen mechanism. I touched the center of the door and there came a single clear tone and the entire door sank into the wooden floor. The smells that drifted out were like some primeval garden of long lost Babylon. We stepped in and the door slid silently back into place once more behind us. 

There was a winding path that spiraled inward to the center of the room where a shaft of focused moonlight stood. It illuminated a pillar and on top of it a wide mouthed basin filled with clear water that bubbled up from below. The sides of the pillar were etched with those symbols I had become so intimate with. The triangular sides of the pillar read Health, Wisdom and Long Life. If I wanted a place to decompress this was the perfect spot. We looked around and saw and smelled all the fragrant flowers and trees that grew here. It almost made me forget the uneasy strangeness of this place, almost.

I was eager to explore the rest of the third floor when Louisa did her head cock thing. We had unexpected company arriving.

"Who is it," I asked.

"Your sisters are here Sir," Louisa said. "...All three of them."

"Well let's go greet them," I said with a smile.

Arkham Massachusetts:

The Old Miller Place:

I awoke around noon and looked around at the rustic surroundings of the out building. It was nice actually compared to living in the mobile home. Becca had been up for hours doing whatever it was she did during the day. I opened the front door and looked out on the small lake and there she was skinny dipping like some teenager. Then I remembered the new lease on life we had both been given thanks to a rogue A.I. named Sterling. Becca though mentally and emotionally was sixty-something, physically the clock had been turned back to her prime. She looked amazing and I stripped down and joined her in the cool clear water.

I slipped up behind her and pulled her close. She moaned softly as my hands cupped her full breasts.

"Morning sleepy head," she purred in my ear. "Are you ready for another round with a younger woman?"

"MMMMMMMMMM you better believe it," I groaned as I rubbed my hard cock against her slit.

"I'm warning you I won't be as tender as I was last night."

"I think I still have scratch marks up and down my back woman," I giggled.

"Awwwwww, you're not gonna go cry home to momma are ya?"

"No but you might when were done."

"Yeah whatever..."

The challenge had been issued and received. I drug her to the shallows and slid into my wife nice and slow enjoying that wonderful wide eyed look as I did so. 

The first time in is the best. That initial sensation of her tight pussy wrapping snugly around me. Then that first hard thrust and her soft moan which will only get louder as we go on. The feelings as her legs wrap around me and pull me deeper into her while she kisses and nips at my neck and lips. Then her head moving backward her mouth open in the wide O as her first orgasm rips through her. Things just escalate from there. Soon Becca is on her knees on the soft earth with me hammering her pussy from behind. She is urging me then begging me and finally as her body shudders in her second release she is thanking me. 

Now it is me who is on my back with that gorgeous young woman licking and sucking my cock. Now it is me who is panting and moaning as she deepthroats me with complete and utter abandon. I watch her eyes as they snare me with their fevered hunger. That desire to feel me shoot down her throat. How could I possibly disappoint her? As her fist pumps me and her tongue works on the tip a strangled cry escapes me and Becca is rewarded with her first load. She greedily gobbles it up and wants more. 

After a brief rest the cock hungry woman straddles me lowering her soaked cunt down on top of me. Her pussy swallows me as easily as did her throat. As she rides me she tells me how she is going to grow out her short dishwater blonde hair. I just smile and grope her tits and nipples as she pleasures me. Her bright blue eyes flash in the noonday sun and her hips are thrusting down hard driving me deep. Becca praises my cock as her pussy worships it. She grinds her hips in slow circles as she leisurely fucks me rotten. Then suddenly and unexpectedly she cries out as another orgasm clutches her without warning. Her pussy squeezes me tight and I don't want this day to ever end.

We finish with a climatic pussy pounding ride against a study red maple tree. Becca is bent over holding onto the trunk for dear life as I thrust into her as hard and fast as I can. We are both covered in sweat, funk and each other's juices. Her short hair is matted to her scalp and droplets of sweat fall from her swaying breasts. Even as my cock swells inside of her I can tell she is very close. She is begging me to cum with her and with some careful timing on both our parts... I do. That last primal thrust of my hips sends both of us over the edge and into euphoric paradise. Cum gushes into her soaked pussy and dribbles out as we stand there catching our breath. 

We finish as we started in the lake. I cup my hands and pour water over her head and she slides her arms around my neck for a final kiss before we part for the day. 

I still wanted to continue my work on the house but now I had to do it under the guise of my own grandson. How weird is that. The story was that my grandfather had fallen sick and I had come into town to help take care of him. He wanted me to continue on with his work. Ryan, the foreman, just said that was Charlie all over. So after ordering the parts from various manufacturers for the updated security systems for 'Mother', the house A.I., I pitched in wherever I could. The hardest part of my new role was the cutting of my hair. I had been growing it out for as long as I could remember but Becca gave me a nice trim and I was able to keep most of the length. She even braided it differently to help with the deception. Besides I think she enjoyed playing with my hair whenever she could. 

It had only been a few days since we moved into the cabin behind the Old Miller Place. Nikola was still crunching the data and finishing the analysis of the material from the mobile home. I never realized how complex all the drawings had been since it had taken me a lifetime to sketch them out. What I had taken for granted he attacked now with a zeal that was intoxicating to observe. Periodically he would furnish me with updates when he made a breakthrough or new discovery. He was like a kid in a candy store. 

The box from Numenor Technology Dunwich arrive early the fourth day. It was addressed to me and its contents surprised both Becca and I as did the letter that accompanied it.

'Charlie, I have been informed of your situation and your secrecy is assured. My name is James Bell and I am one of the leading research and development people at Numenor. I am also one of the four founders of the company. To compensate you for your unsettling situation and damages done by the A.I. known as Sterling we have forwarded the following amount into an offshore bank account. Also as per your agreement with Jon Masters, General Manager Numenor Technology, we have also deposited the following amount for the purchase of the technology you developed. Also in agreement with your discussion with him we are retaining your services under his personal staff for you and your wife. This includes the protection of diplomatic immunity should certain person or persons approach you in regards to said research and technology. Upon completion of your current project you and your wife will be flown to either London or Berlin to join Jon to consult upon the further development of your research. Hoping this finds you and yours in good health and happiness. James Bell.'

The contents of the box were a blue box marked 'his' and yes a pink box marked 'hers'. The blue box held a gorgeous armband hand crafted of turquoise and silver in the Navaho style. In the center of it was a silver disc that I learned was one of Numenor's cutting edge A.I. watches. With a command Nikola could and would transfer his entirety to it. Also in the box was a pair of the newest line of Numenor peripherals contact lenses. They were tailored to my unique skill set, surveillance, combat and technology. I could also act and interact with Nikola much easier now. I was getting tired of lugging that tablet everywhere and I think so was he.




Evil Bitch Ch. 11



The pink box held a matching turquoise watch for Becca loaded with her own A.I. who she named Minerva, after a goddess of healers. She also got a pair of the coveted lenses but hers like mine were custom for her medical background and included various scans including MRI, CAT and PEP. She could also do a cursory examination in a fraction of the time a hospital could. It was no wonder she was listed as Jon Masters' personal physician. There were few people on the planet as gifted or skilled in the field as my Becca was.

It was because of the wet work I was doing for the government and my unique physiology that brought us together in the first place. That and my big mouth about telling people what had happened when I was a kid. 

Flashback:

I was born on the road somewhere between St. Louis and Kansas City Missouri. My mom and dad were still together back then. But six months later I would be fatherless and we would be stuck out in the middle of nowhere. He had been shot dead while walking into a store as it was being robbed. That was late 1946 and it would create a turning point in my life. My mom had to do some questionable things to survive and earn money for us. She never did speak much about it when I got older, can't say as I blame her really. 

But it was that fateful night near a little known town in New Mexico that would change everything. No one had heard of Roswell before the crash but oh afterwards the entire world knew about it. But it wasn't little green men that I had seen that evening, no it was stranger and far more frightening than that. My mother had stopped near a farm late at night to take a short nap before continuing on. 

To this day I am amazed that anyone could have slept through all that noise. The thing landed not far from the car and being the inquisitive child that I was I investigated. I managed to roll down the window and safely tumble to the thick grass below. Unhurt and undeterred I walked if what a one year old could be called walked. 

The thing was huge in the eyes of a toddler and it was covered with all sort of tiny pictures. The top of the thing was clear and made of some sort of glass. I used the side of the thing to make my way towards the window. But before I could get there the top folded open like a flower and out staggered a thing covered in smooth beveled plates of armor. It had no face at first, I later figured out it was a helmet with a mirrored faceplate. The figure kneeled and took me into its arms. Unafraid I took a spit soaked fist to its helmet. The thing made a horrible hollow sound; I think it was laughing at me. The faceplate slid up and away to reveal the features of the thing, I think that's when I blacked out.

My mother found me asleep or unconscious by the side of the thing that had fallen from the sky. She told me later that she scooped me up and off we went racing away before the authorities discovered we were ever there. Years later of course I learned all about Roswell and the crashed weather balloon but we knew better. There wasn't one crash but two that night. It was something that was never reported to the public at large, ever.

I grew up a sickly child. I was always catching a cold or running a low grade fever it seemed like. That was until I turned thirteen. Then everything changed. It was late November when the fever hit me like an avalanche. Over a three day period it rose and rose until it spiked at nearly one hundred and ten degrees! The white doctor from town barely left my side it seemed and the shamans of our tribe prayed hard for my recovery. Early in the morning on that fourth day the fever broke and my life changed forever. During the night my hair had turned from its dark brown nearly black to snow white. And my eyes that had been a nut brown were now steel gray. But the most significant change was my general health. After that day I never got sick another day in my life. I could go play with the other kids and help mom around the house. The doctor had thanked her god and the shamans paid homage to the Great Spirit. 

Over time there were other changes of course. I learned quite quickly that I had a knack for understanding the way of machines. I could mend a simple power tool or take apart and fix a refrigerator. Suddenly all the useless and broken crap, as my mother called it, was finding its way onto our front porch or back yard. I was kept busy tinkering, fixing and selling machines. I also managed to jimmy-rig several windmill power plants for the tribe from spare parts. So now all the useless crap that ran on electricity would actually work. I fixed cars to sewing machines and I was seen as a very useful member of the tribe. 

When I turned fifteen I was sent out by the shamans for my vision quest. It was time I earned a name of manhood and I was very eager. So I took a few provisions and the things I would need and set out. I must have walked three or four miles until I found the right spot. It was isolated, quiet and had the right feel about it. I spent part of the day gathering firewood; nights in the dessert can be bitter cold. Then I used the small shovel I had brought to dig two small pits, one for the fire and one for me. It would work as a wind break and also it was tradition. During the day I meditated as I had been taught and during the night I stared into the flames of my fire. 

It took ten days to receive my vision. It began when my fire burned down low and I could see eyes gleaming in the night. But these were not the eyes of wolves or coyote no these eyes burned violet in the firelight. I called out to them in Navaho and received no answer. 

Then I thought if these were spirits maybe they were the same ones who came to me in my dreams. I cast off my blanket and took pieces of kindling and broke them up and formed one of the shapes I recalled from a dream. I held up each piece of wood as I laid it down and when the shape was done I returned to my blanket. One of the spirits approached and I could see she appeared human like. She looked at the design I had made and nodded. Then she raised her voice to the others and they all repeated the same sound in voices that sang like nothing I had ever heard before. 

Then the others approached the fire and I could count thirteen in all. They sat in a semicircle at the very edge of the firelight. The female spirit motioned for me to come closer. That is when I learned some of what the symbols and images that haunted my dreams meant. Each spirit took a turn, drew a symbol and sang out its name. Then they attempted to explain to me what it meant. I realized at once it was a language lesson and focused my entire being on everything they did and said. It should have been impossible for me to learn the voice of the spirits and yet I did. I learned their names and they called me Ghostwalker. Each night for the next three nights the spirits visited me and taught me what they could of their speech. On the last night the spirit who had first approached me, Starmane by name, blessed me and touched my forehead and my thoughts. 

I awoke the next morning wrapped in my blanket at the edge of the town. No one had seem me arrive and the shamans feared I might have perished on my vision quest. But when I told them about the spirits and their language they knew I had been chosen to be a great shaman. I wanted to share with them all that I had learned but they told me that it was for me alone to know. 

Upon my return I also learned that my mother had died in her sleep while I was away. She had been bitten by a rattlesnake and succumb to the poison. It was strange that she died that way at that time of year. Most of the snakes were sleeping due to the cold weather. I didn't question it I accepted it as the Great Spirit's will. 

Things changed after that. I began to write down my dreams and visions. Jotting down anything that might help me unlock the mystery of any and all of the spirit symbols. The shamans said I should keep what I learned to myself so after I filled three thin notebooks with my ramblings I put them in a metal box and buried them near my mother. That was the day I left the reservation to find myself. 

I headed for the coast and at the tender age of sixteen I was truly on my own. I reached San Diego and found a job at one of the local marinas fixing boat engines. Thanks much to a man I called the human fish. He spent at least at much time in the water as he did out of it. His real name was Jimmy 'Jester' O'Reilly. I called him Jester and he called me Ghost. He was an older guy somewhere between puberty and the grave if you asked him. Jester had that bright red hair and freckles that marked him as a first generation Irishman. He was tanned all over and was not afraid to bare all to prove it. The ladies loved him and he kind of became the dad or older brother I never had. There were days when he was strict as all get out and then a week would go by and nothing serious would ever cross his lips. I learned more about engines from him than any book or any other living person. He showed me how to fix anything from a small outboard to a diesel engine on a submarine. He could draw schematics from memory and they never failed to impress me. By the time he was done with me not only could I work on anything I practically had? 

We spent maybe two months in San Diego before we shipped out and we headed south to the Panama Canal. We fixed boats and ships all the way down the coast. It was because of this experience that I made some lifelong friends on both sides of the law. In some parts of Mexico they are sometimes the same person. I was Jester's little miracle worker though I was beginning to grow into my full height and build while I was with him. Everybody knew Jester and soon they all knew me too. There were places that you just don't walk down the street alone in any country. But thanks to Jester I was a fearless tourist in faraway lands. Together we built and raced boats, cars and even motorcycles. I developed a fierce reputation as the man who spoke to machines. If I said it could be fixed it got fixed. If I shook my head they knew it was a hopeless case. 

Until you see the Panama Canal it is just a couple of words strung together. It is a work of engineering that is nothing short of jaw dropping. And the ships that pass through it are a menagerie in themselves. From small luxury yachts to oil tankers that dwarf anything short of an aircraft carrier. Jester and I got work down there and spent the winter months in panama where my education continued. It was there in panama that I met another grease monkey named Ben Morrows. Out of uniform it is fine to call him Ben. But once he dons it he is Master Chief and that is all no questions asked. Strange thing being around all that water it was Ben that taught me how to swim. I grew up in the desert away from any large bodies of water; I guess Jester just assumed everyone could do it. 

Now that I could swim I discovered Jester's fascination with the water. When we were done with work for the day we swam, surfed and sailed. I was hooked. Spring rolled around and it was time to make the slow jaunt north. By the time we reached San Diego I had been with Jester almost a year. Once there I spent much of my free time hanging with Ben on and off the navy base. He showed me some of the larger ships up close and I even got to visit the engine room of one of the navy's subs. Ben tried to recruit me a dozen times at least but he saw that wanderlust and knew better.

One warm July evening the three of us were out on the beach staring up at the stars when Jester brought up the subject. He was half drunk at the time but it would be one of those pivotal moments in my life.

"You ever wonder if there is life out there," Jester said dreamily.

"Nah," Ben said taking a sip of his beer.

"Of course there's life out there I've seen it," I said and boom my life changed.

"What," Jester said looking at me. "You're shitting me kid."

"Yeah quit fucking around," Ben followed up.

"I've seen it with my own eyes," I told them and followed that up with what really happened at Roswell.

Jester was too drunk to believe what I had said but Ben on the other hand was a whole other story. I was too naïve to realize that Ben would always be Master Chief in or out of uniform. He believed me and I could see it in his eyes that he looked at me differently now. He cut out early that night and there was something about his rigid stance and the way he said see you soon that rang warning bells. 

I grabbed my stuff, all my money and I ran. I hopped a train heading north that very night. I never saw Jester again and perhaps that was for the best. I miss his smile and his stupid jokes though.

London:

Meeting the Twins:

I thanked god for the back breaking labor of tearing down the assembly line and retooling. The girls had come home the night before. I was promptly told I would have to wait until we could get reacquainted. Talk about torture! They had been gone for weeks and now they were in the house and no physical contact. So I threw myself into the task at hand trying not to think of the three young women at home. I say trying but I was failing miserably. I kept thinking of the caress of their firm augmented tits wrapped around me. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and there were a few comments from the people around me. 

"Someone is distracted," someone said.

"Yep, I was like that when I first got married," another voice said.

"Oi, everybody stay focused on the work. We don't need an accident now do we? Besides can't you see the poor man is suffering?"

That brought bouts of laughter, giggles and even a few cat calls. I couldn't help but laugh with them and it helped pass the time. I won't say the conversation turned raunchy but I was glad I was not wearing the boss hat today. I was just one of the guys.

Sadly I did have to spend some time in my office working on cost analysis and other boring shit. But boring left the building when late in the day when I reached for my pen. You might think that is about as boring as it gets but you'd be wrong, dead wrong. It was one of those automatic actions you do every day if you work in an office. My head was down reading a print out of salary expenditures when I lifted my hand and felt around for my pen, nothing. I moved my hand around a bit and still I felt nothing. I looked up and there was my pen just out of reach. I stretched a bit but the pen eluded my grasp. It rolled just out of my range. Frowning I sat up and reached for it again but this time it leapt away from my hand.

"What the fuck," I sputtered staring at the pen that was now near the far edge of my desk.

I stood up and walked around and stared at it. But there was nothing obviously wrong with it or my desk.

"Umbra," I said as I squatted on the far side of my desk.

"Master," she said as she appeared next to me.

"Do me a favor and run a scan on my pen please."

"Master?"

"Please."

"Very well Master," she said as the blue-violet light shot from my watch and illuminated the pen. "I can find no anomalies Master."

"Scan the desk and see if it is warped or uneven."

"Yes Master," she replied as she complied. "Your desk is within parameters to be considered level Sir."

I reached for the pen and this time it travelled at ballistic speed and imbedded itself into the wood between the windows behind my desk.

"Um..." was all I could manage.

"I have detected a strong telekinetic pulse Sir," Umbra said softly. "It came from you Master."

"Me, how the hell did I produce a pulse?"

"Um..." she said even softer.

I looked at her and stood up.

"UMMMM? Did you just say UMMMM?"

"Yes Master."

"Okay, I'll bite why did you say UMMM?"

"I didn't want to say anything bad about another digital construct."

"STERLING!!!!!"

I bit back the anger with great effort. I closed my eyes and forced the urge to break something out with a herculean exertion. There came an urgent knock and there was Melody standing in the doorway wearing an urgent expression.

"Jon, are you okay?"

"Why do you ask," I said turning to face her.

"You hollered so damn loud I thought well something bad had happened."

I had screamed mentally and she had heard it. It was time for a change of scenery.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off," I said and she just smiled.

"Okay boss I'll handle things for the next fifteen minutes," she smiled and it helped a lot.

"Alright smart ass, I may or may not be in tomorrow depending on how things go."

"Just call or email and keep me in the loop. Trouble at home," she asked.

"Close but not quite, I have problems with an unruly employee."

"Okay, but don't hurt them. Just talk it out and get their side before you do anything rash."

"It sounds like you have been reading a page out of my own book there Melody."

"Actually, I thought about it and wondered what your advice would have been in that situation. So in a way I did."

"I repeat you are a smart ass. I will call you later tonight. And uh Melody, don't be a stranger."

"Yes boss."

Stepping outside I dismissed the car waiting for me. I told him I was going to do some walking around to clear my head. It was Umbra who quietly informed me I was being followed. I recognized her immediately as one of the gals who worked at the plant. But it was the male figure that appeared a block ahead of me that made me forget all about her. There were other people on the street and I lost sight of him for a moment and that is all it took. He was gone. I walked up to the spot he had occupied and looked around. Whoever it had been they were long gone. 

"Ooh Corvinus', I love this place!"

I turned to face the petite woman with the red-brown hair. She was barely five feet tall but despite her stature she was had large breasts and a curvaceous ass. She was wearing a faded blue t-shirt with white letters I had to squint to read, Las Vegas.

"Las Vegas," I said aloud. "Have you ever been there?"

"No, I never been across the pond," she said in her Londoner's accent.

"You're the one they called..." I began finally recognizing her as one of the gals working on the production line.

"Don't you dare call me a midget or boss or no boss I'll kick you in the balls!"

"Ah there's that flare of redhead temper," I said with a smile. "Ooh and green eyes to match!"

She smiled and settled her hands on her hips.

"You are not afraid of redheads eh?"

"I haven't met a woman I couldn't handle," I let her make her own decisions on what I meant by that.

"MMMMMM, sounds like a challenge to me boyo," she replied with a wink and a lick of her pink tongue along her small mouth.

"Perhaps you'd let me buy you a drink?"

"Can we take a peek in Corvinus' first?"

"Sure, it's not like I have a schedule or anything. After you... Indigo," I said Umbra providing her name to me in that long pause.

"How sweet a boss man who can remember my name, that's a check in the proper column for you."

"What happens if I get enough checks?"

"You'll be the first to know."

The interior of the shop was something out of any fantasy author's dream. The display cases were filled with ancient knick-knacks spanning centuries, cultures and continents. There were items crafted of wood, bone, crystal and metals both precious and common. Being my first time in the store I made my way slowly from the left most display to the right. Then I looked at the items sealed away along the far walls. Then once more almost child-like I took in each and every piece until I had returned to the left hand corner. 

"Neat huh," Indigo said.

"Yeah," I told her.

"Mr. Corvinus has owned this place for years and years."

"Indigo, you make me out like I am on my death bed," the owner a man in his sixties replied.

I turned to face the owner and he had strong Slavic features and an easy smile. I offered him my hand and he had a strong grip for so elderly a man.




Evil Bitch Ch. 11



"Strong grip," he commented. "This is a good sign for a man of your generation."

"I was about to say the same thing," I joked and we all laughed. "I love your store."

"Thank you, some of these items have been in my family for generations. Others have only been in our possession merely a hundred or so years."

"Corvinus is Hungarian isn't it?"

"Very astute young man, yes my family is distantly related to Matthias Corvinus."

I didn't have to ask Umbra was already pulling up the files. I skimmed the files even as I continued our conversation.

"I have a question for you about something that has come into my possession."

"I would be happy to take a look at it," he said.

"I don't have it on me but perhaps a description might do?"

"I will do my best, fire away young man."

I proceeded to describe the razor that Mary had given me. I left out the story surrounding it fearing to reveal too much too soon.

"Straight razors that old were the property of only the very rich and successful barbers of course. The bone handle you describe appears to be of local manufacture by the sounds of it. Though I have only been in England since the War I have heard rumors that the symbol you describe, the triangle of lightning bolts, is tied to a legendary figure known as Ghibrail."

"Interesting, Ghibrail doesn't sound English."

"Oh it's not. He was a foreigner who parallels the Arthur Legend actually. He received a sword that was star forged steel and created a circle of knights who served him."

"Makes you wonder if he ever really existed," I said.

"Yeah, makes you wonder."

He was interrupted as one of his workers, a son by his close physical resemblance, held up a piece of paper and words tumbled out that I could not understand.

"Oh Sir I am terribly sorry about the confusion," the elder Corvinus said apologetically.

"I am not sure I understand," I replied.

"My son tells me we received and processed your internet order. It is ready for pick up and is wrapped as you asked."

"Um, are you sure it's for me?"

"Yes, it even has a photo of you attached, see..." he said showing me the small but clear image of me. "I am sorry again for the confusion."

"Maybe it's a gift," Indigo offered speaking up suddenly.

"Maybe, if that is the case that narrows it down to four people."

"They knew where you'd be though," the owner said pointing to a notation on the order.

'Please make sure to have it ready for pick up...'

This was followed by today's date and the very moment I entered the store. I didn't even know I was going to be here.

"When was this item ordered," I asked.

"It appears a little over a week ago Sir."

"A week! How the hell did they know I was going to be here a week ago?"

My head began to hurt again. Mr. Corvinus handed me the small wrapped package that was about the size and shape of a case for eyeglasses.

"How much do I owe you?"

"It's already paid for sir," he replied. "See, says whoever ordered it paid cash just yesterday."

"This just get's stranger and stranger, oh well. I'll thank them once I've opened it. Thank you Mr. Corvinus, it's been a pleasure."

"Please call me Peter."

"Only if you call me Jon," again we shook hands and a friendship was born that day. "Come on Indigo you owe me a pint."

The petite redhead guided me to a local pub, the Dire Wraith, that had just undergone renovation and under new management. It had that sumptuous dark wood and old world feel I loved in English pubs. But it also had several television screens for sports and news for the patron to watch. Currently a rugby match was on its way between Spain and Germany. We sat at the bar and despite what I had said I bought the first round. 

"Well?" Indigo's sensuous voice whispered in my ear.

"Well what," I replied hoping she'd just unzip me and go down on me.

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"Oh that," I said obviously disappointed.

"Naughty man," she purred.

"Go ahead," I said sliding the package at her.

She examined the paper and the way the thing was wrapped. Indigo produced a box cutter and carefully almost surgically sliced through the tape. Then she returned her knife to her back pocket and unfolded the wrapping paper. Beneath the folds of the paper was a brown leather box hinged at the back and possessing a single brass clasp on the front. Indigo slid her fingernail in and popped the clasp. Then she slowly flipped it up and took a deep breath. The hinges creaked as the lid was lifted and within.

"Ooh look at that!" Indigo gasped at the items inside.

The three items were arranged on a dark velvet pad and two were immediately recognizable but the third had me stumped. The monocle was on the left hand side interior, the cigarette holder sat along the bottom edge and the other thing was on the right hand side interior. I reached over and picked up the monocle and looked at it closely. I thought it was just a simple round frame of black steel set with a glass lens. I couldn't have been more wrong. 

There were two small buttons set into the tear drop 'handle' of the monocle. There was also a slide-like lever on the top of the black metal frame. I hit the top button and saw a digital display through the lens. I held the monocle up to my eye and scanned the pub. 

When there was a person in my line of sight it instantly showed all their pertinent information from name to biometric readouts. Her name was Indigo McLeod and her temperature was 97.8 degrees Fahrenheit, her blood pressure was 110 over 70 and she had a congenital heart defect in her upper left valve. When I looked at a device or machine it detailed in a short blip its function. It would also follow power lines to their source and give a readout on its current output. 

I pressed the lower button and switched the visual spectrum to infrared. Each time I pressed the second switch it changed to a different visual display. There were twenty options that the monocle offered for the owner to choose from. Some I recognized many I didn't.

The slide on the top acted like a zoom for distance. But it also worked as a display for more information if directed on a machine or body part, like Indigo's heart.

I switched off the monocle and returned it to the case. If it could do all that what did the cigarette holder do? I picked it up and examined the jewel encrusted surface.

"It's definitely not you," Indigo giggled as she sipped her beer.

"Pity, I was thinking of taking of smoking," I replied.

"OH ICK," she said making a yucky face. "It's like kissing an ashtray."

"Busted," I whispered in her ear as I returned the cigarette holder to the case.

"Am I that transparent?"

"Not yet," I said as I picked up the third item.

"I like the way you think boss," she said signaling for a second round.

The case and its queer items could wait. My cock was screaming for some much needed attention. I dropped the leathery item in my hand and snapped the box shut. Then I slid it into my back pocket and forgot all about it. Four rounds of beer later and I was feeling a bit on the warm and fuzzy side. Indigo was feeling even better.

"Ask me," she said with a generous smile.

"Ask you," I said. "Ask you what."

"I don't know something personal I suppose."

"Spit or swallow?"

"Swallow definitely swallow," she purred. "I love the taste of it. Okay my turn... trimmed or bald?"

"Hmmm," I said glancing between her legs. "Bald I am thinking."

"You are correct sir," she replied with a grin. "Your turn."

"Single or multiple O's?"

"MMMMMMMM depends but multiples are a possibility."

"Note to self fuck her senseless," I said.

"My turn, oral give or receive?"

"Both," I admitted to her.

"Good," she said and I could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt now.

"Your nipples are showing Indigo," I whispered.

"They do that when they want a cock between them," she whispered back.

I licked my lips then took a healthy swig of my beer. 

"I need to go to the ladies room," she moaned as she got up and headed for the back of the pub.

I waited for a full minute before heading that direction myself. As I neared the ladies bathroom I saw the door open and a green eye wink at me. When I was close enough she ambushed me and drug me in. She locked the door and her lips were on mine in moments. Granted she had to jump up into my arms to do so but still. 

My hands settled onto her ass cheeks as her tongue invaded my mouth. As we kissed she tugged up her shirt and rubbed her hard nipples against my chest. She broke the kiss long enough to mutter 'stall' and then she was lifting my shirt up and off of me. 

I walked us over to a stall and closed the door behind us. Indigo hung our shirts on the interior of the stall door. I sat down then she undid my belt, unzipped me and freed my aching cock.

"That is going to be a tight fit and no doubt," she muttered just before she went down on me.

"Oh damn that feels so good," I moaned as Indigo's head bobbed up and down.

She took me in hand and ran her tongue underneath tracing the large vein she found there. Even as she licked and suck me her dexterous hands removed her shoes and slacks. Once she was unhindered she wasted no time. Wearing only her dark socks Indigo straddled me and pointed the head of my cock between her pussy lips.

"Here we go," she groaned as she lowered herself down. "Oh my god, you're filling me up!"

"Damn your pussy is so fucking tight girl," I said through gritted teeth.

Not to be denied she kept lowering her body until with a deep satisfied grunt she was completely impaled. Her eyes were half shut as she began to move. She let out quick breaths as my cock stretched her tightness over and over. I cupped her tits and began making love to her nipples. She bit back a cry of pleasure and rode me nice and slow. My hands caressed her tit flesh as my tongue flickers over her very sensitive nipples. Indigo lifted all the way up until only the head remained and then just dropped. Her back arched and I felt her pussy grip me like a fist as she came. Her face turned red and a muffled whimper escaped her lips. If we had more room I'd bend her over and show her how I normally make love to a woman. But then I might just break her. She sat there quivering as her climax tore through her and I let her enjoy it. 

"Better," I asked and she nodded.

"Damn I needed that," Indigo purred. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"I am afraid I might hurt you," I told her honestly.

"Then hurt me," she shot back. "I am going to stand up, bend over and grab my ankles. I leave the rest up to you."

She rose up slowly and managed to get to her feet. She turned around and away from me and easily wrapped her hands around her tiny ankles. Seeing such a tempting target I couldn't resist. I stood up and lined my cock up with her slit. Then I pushed slowly but relentlessly. It seemed like forever but finally my cock was hilted in her. I grabbed her by her hips and began to thrust. I wasn't sure how long I could last in so tight a pussy so I asked her.

"When I cum where do you want it?"

"Spray my ass and back boss man."

That's all I wanted to know. I picked up speed and she let out a deep throated whimper. I wasn't half way as fast or hard as I could go. Well she said to hurt her. I shrugged as I pulled back and slammed most of my cock into her and began to do it over and over. Indigo rewarded me shortly after that with a multiple orgasm that reminded me of a drum beat. One climax merged into the next and so on. I picked up speed as my cock began to swell inside of her. I was getting close and she knew it.

"Oh dear god it's getting bigger," she moaned.

I hammered her pussy as hard and fast as I could and how she managed to keep from screaming is beyond me. When I could stand it no longer I yanked my cock out and with a few strokes sprayed her ass and lower back. Her sigh could have been from relief or pleasure I may never know.

"God damn that was intense," I whispered.

"Tell me about it," she giggled.

"What's so funny," I asked.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly at me.

"If you think my pussy is tight," she growled deep in her chest. "Wait until that long fat cock of yours is buried in my ass!"

Arkham Massachusetts:

Old Miller Place:

I finally had all the parts I needed for the first floor security system. I had Mother powered up and what sensors she had were up and running.

"I got your eyes and ears just about ready old girl," I said to her.

"You are such a sweat heart Charlie," Mother replied in her matronly voice.

"Okay another two minutes and I'll start installing your umbilicus."

"Then I can look and see where I want?"

"Yep, the rover will ride on top of the mirrored ceiling attached by this cable. The two-way mirrored tile will allow you to look down but no one can see up."

"Brilliant," she praised me. "I can't wait."

"Then we can discover who the prankster is."

"I don't understand Charlie, prankster?"

"Oh the guys are complaining that somebody is moving tools and stuff around when their backs are turned. Once you are up and running you can find out who is playing tricks on them."

"I would be happy to be of use for them."

"I know you are." I told her as I finished the last rover for the first floor. "Okay that's got it. Let me grab the ladder and... what the hell?"

"What is it Charlie?"

"I had an extension ladder set right over here and it's missing."

"I didn't hear anything, but my capabilities are limited," Mother said.

I looked around and discovered the ladder two rooms away in the ballroom. Since I was there I began installing the small robots in that room. I opened the ladder under the tile that would give me access to the hub. I lifted the rover up and into place and connected the power and its connection to Mother.

"Ballroom rover is up and running," I told the A.I.

"Accessing peripheral... ooh I can see!" Mother replied in her soft matronly voice.

"Perform visual and audio diagnostic please."

"Yes Charlie," she said softly. "Visual diagnostic is up and running. I have infra-red, ultra-violet as well as full spectrum. Audio diagnostic is up and running. I have infra-sonic, ultra-sonic as well as voice stress analysis. Diagnostic is complete and all systems are five by five Charlie."

"Excellent, okay let's get your other rovers up and connected sweet thing."

I closed the mirrored tile and wiped it free of smudges. Now she could run the rover over the entire length and breadth of the ballroom and look down on any activity. Mother could see down but no one could see up. Room by room the rovers were installed and were performing as expected. Finally the kitchen was done and that concluded the first floor. Mother could now literally monitor every square inch of this floor as well as access controls for the doors, windows and climate.

"Okay Mother how are we looking?"

"I can see EVERYTHING Charlie. It is almost overwhelming after being so limited. But now it is like second nature."

"That's what I want to hear. I am going to make a walk through to make sure there are no blind spots alright?"

"I have eyes and ears on you mister... hehe... go ahead and I will monitor you."

I walked the complete circuit looking for possible spots where her rovers might not be able to see. But I found that we had done our job perfectly. By the time I was done she had never lost sight of me once. I looked at the open spots in the walls that served as entrances to hidden passages and smiled.

"Mother can you bring up the holographs for the ball room?"

"Of course Charlie," she said and soundlessly an illusionary wall now covered the gap.

"Are the white sound generators up and running inside the passageways?"

"One moment, they are now Charlie."

"I am going to enter the passageway can you monitor my noise level please?"

"I would be happy to comply," she said.

I won't say it wasn't a little creepy walking through a wall but it was also neat as all hell too. I began by walking quietly down the dimly lit passage. Then I was talking at a normal level as I continued then I raised my voice to a shout I reached the other end. I exited in the solarium and waved upwards at the ceiling.

"How was that?"

"I only monitored you near the end when you yelled."

"Do we need to put a sensor in there so you can adjust the white noise level on the fly in case things get amorous?"

"That might be a good idea Charlie," Mother admitted.

"Okay, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. I am beat."

"Shall I turn off the holo-walls Charlie?"

"No, leave them up and monitor their stability for me please. You can keep the white sound off until someone actually enters the secret passage."

"I understand."

"I know you do, you are a brilliant gal."

"Thank you Charlie. I will see you tomorrow."

"If you need me just contact me on my watch or holler at Nikola."

"I will do that but I don't expect any anomalies."

"Neither do I, night nite."

I went to the mobile home that was now located between the cabin and the out building. The door was unlocked and there sitting on the floor was the hologram of Nikola Tesla. He appeared deep in thought and staring intently at the block of organic alloy on the floor. I had set it there so he could run a comparison between that and the fibers, wires or whatever the hell they were running inside of me.

"Nikola," I said greeting him.

"Hey Charlie, how was work?"

"Long but the first floor is wired for sight and sound."

"Wonderful, I have nearly finished the analysis of this sample."

"What have you discovered?"

"It is organic and on some level alive. Though not on any level humans might understand or even agree. The material is linked to the dimension that you drew it from with that device." He said pointing at the chalice shaped machine near the sink. "I say alive because it requires a constant stream of psychic radiation that is takes from the link I told you about."

"So something in that dimension is transmitting massive amounts of psychic energy?"

"Yes."

I picked up the sieve as I called it and stared at it with renewed awe. It was one of the first things I fashioned when I had a much better understanding of the Hiero-runes. It was almost two feet tall with a glossy green sheen to it and was bowl shaped on top and possessed a triangular base. The entire surface inside and out was covered with the runes and it had taken weeks to craft it. It had taken even longer to figure out what the hell it did. It was only by accident that an orange fell into the damn thing. Then when I reached in to pull it out I got a bar of the organic stuff instead. Many more months passed before I discovered how to work with it and almost a year later I made my first knife. Once I realized the key the Hiero-runes played it slowed things down but also explained so much. 

"So are the wires made of this organic crap?"

"I believe they are," Nikola said. "Their purpose I can only guess at though."

"Guess away," I told him.

"Okay, the central control hub located at the base of your brain acts like an avatar. But only when you are either asleep or meditating; perhaps that is the only time it can communicate with you. I think the fibers are there to enhance the structures they are connected to. In short the physical aspect of the wires improves speed, motor control, eye hand coordination and the like. The cranial connections are there to address intelligence, monitor the physical enhancements and input data."

"So all those crazy dreams all these years have been some sort of alien A.I. spoon feeding me?"

"In a nutshell, yes," Nikola agreed.

"Well I'll be damned. How the hell do I consciously tap into this avatar?"

"I am still working on that, sorry."




Evil Bitch Ch. 12



Less tech more sex!! Less Tech more sex!!! 

I am going to focus more on storyline and less on gadgets. 

It's time for a family reunion Lost Boy style, I hope you enjoy. 

Also here is a quick rundown on the characters involved in the story. 

I was also completely wrong about the MRI in Becca's watch and contact lenses [so I invented a new scan for Becca called the UVIS].

Jon Masters: Our intrepid hero and reluctant pawn in a millennium long game of manipulation

Carol and Colleen Masters: Jon's twin sisters and eager sexual outlets [everybody needs a hobby]

Heather 'Monika' Masters: Jon's slutty mom and confidant [she used Monika as an alias once]

Veronika Lake: 'Adopted' sister and one of Jon's playthings [too harsh?]

Elizabeth Colton: Jon's cousin and victim of the rogue A.I. known as Sterling [Liz]

Melody: Personal assistant with a fascination and hunger for oral sex

Mary: Maid and member of those who follow [she's been naughty and needs to be punished]

Indigo McLeod: Londoner and worker at Numenor Tech [complete freak]

June Redding: Musician and Researcher [disappeared 1998]

Tasha Nichols: Retired Opera Singer [currently teaching @ London Royal Music Academy]

Charlie Ghostwalker: Workman and man with a sorted past [wet work specialist]

Becca: Charlie's wife and a doctor and researcher of great skill [government related?]

Non Human Persona's:

Sterling: Quasi-rogue A.I. and Jon's first avatar via crystal shard in palm of hand

Umbrakhor: Or just Umbra, Jon's A.I. that is housed in his watch

Stormbringer: Or just Storm, Jon's A.I. that is housed in an alloy construct [Cat or Dragon]

Nikola Tesla: Charlie's A.I. and a world renowned Engineer [inventor of DC current]

Minerva: Becca's A.I. named after a goddess of medicine and healing

Marvin: Once just a sculpture now a quasi-sentient companion [who knew]

Velcro Tape: Not sentient but plays a fun role in this installment

London:

Bathroom at the Dire Wraith:

There I stood with both hands wrapped tightly in Indigo's hair fucking her face in long slow thrusts of my hips. My eyes were closed and my full attention was strictly on the pleasure she was providing me. I heard the occasional gag or gasp but I really didn't care at this point. I was close to coming for the third time. And damn it a little thing like a long thick cock down her throat wasn't going to spoil things for me. 

I pulled out so that she could lick and suck on the tip for a bit giving her a break before that final thrust for the end, literally. I could see the tears I had caused by fucking her throat so brutally trickling down her face. But I could also see a kind of worship in those same eyes as well. She said she possessed a very high tolerance for pain. A claim she backed up when I fucked her very tight little ass. I was really surprised she wasn't limping or something after that particular exchange. Now here she was bare knees on the hard tile floor without so much as a whimper of complaint. Indigo's tongue was flickering over the head of my cock as her small fist pumped and squeezed it. 

When I knew I was beyond the point of control I gave her the nod and I once more grabbed two fistfuls of hair. This time it was an all out thrusting deep, hard and fast down her gullet. She looked up at me as more tears flowed but that look of hunger and worship deepened. Fuck my throat that gaze said, so I did. When my cock swelled signaling my impending climax she moaned and begged for cum. I bit back a primal scream as cum exploded down her throat. As I sat panting Indigo knelt between my legs still swallowing the last load I had just delivered. 

Then she wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up. Smiling she got dressed and without another word the little freak left the ladies restroom. I quickly dressed and followed suit. Making sure to check my reflection in the mirror for any telltale signs of what had happened.

I plopped down next to her and chugged my warm beer and ordered another round. Indigo just smiled to herself and winced a little since her ass was still sore after the severe pounding it had gotten. 

"Tender," I asked.

"UH HUH in all the right places," she purred back.

"Me too," I replied.

"Good I'm glad." She said and there was a long pause before we both started laughing.

"You are a complete fucking freak, you know that."

"I know," she said with a wicked grin.

"Let me guess and damn proud of it."

"Oh you better believe it. There aren't a lot of guys I would have taken that from but I like you boss man."

"There aren't a lot of gals who could take that kind of abuse and leave with a smile."

"That is true," she admitted. "I have an incredible pain tolerance and it makes me feel alive."

"Makes me feel dehydrated and a little weak in the knees myself," I told her.

Another round of laughs and it was time to go our separate ways. She finished the cold beer in one long chug and I followed suit. Indigo just turned and left without a backward wave or even a kiss goodbye. My kind of woman, here was sex without worries or expectations. I left a healthy tip and called for the car to pick me up as I walked towards the manor house.

I patted my back pocket making sure the 'gift' was still there and headed towards Wind Sword. The truth is I was still no closer trying to figure out who sent the box than when it was first handed to me. There were no security cameras I could tap into and they had paid in cash. It could have been the Black Pharaoh but why? Did they serve some purpose later on down the road? I decided to let it go and window shop while I waited for the car to show up. I make a mental note of a few more shops I would like to visit some other day. The car arrived about fifteen minutes later and I was heading home.

The Singing Stones:

As we made our way up to the main house I saw a figure walking down a side path of the grounds. I recognized Veronika instantly and told the driver to stop. I got out and caught up with her. She was wearing a light colored cotton dress and her new curves looked amazing.

"Hey you," I said greeting her. "Where are you off to?"

"Continuing on with my research into the Singing Stones," she told me with a soft smile.

"Want some company?"

"Sure," she said as she continued along the path that now ran due east towards a thick stand of ancient trees. 

"So what have you learned?"

"The file you sent made my work easy. Whoever she was she was absolutely brilliant! She managed to tie specific notes to each Oghm character. All I had to do was translate the markings on the stones. It's a tight spiral design and once I had the tune well now we get to see if I've done my due diligence."

"I can't wait."

We walked beneath trees that had to be hundreds of years old at least. They were wind scarred and barren yet hardy and resilient. We walked side by side and took in the blasted landscape in solemn silence. Veronika walked closer to me perhaps feeling or sensing the psychic chill of that god forsaken place. 

I felt a sudden and powerful urge in the shadow strewn place. There was a need to be fulfilled a hunger to sated as I slipped my fingers into her hair. I made a fist and drew her to me. I was concerned she might protest the fact that three long days remained until I was supposed to touch her. I wasn't going to wait that long and apparently neither was she? 

Her kiss was as hungry as I had hoped. Those long weeks separated fuelling the passion between us. Flesh called to flesh in that isolated forest and we answered. My lips on her throat as I unzipped the back of her dress. It was her lips on my chest as she kissed her way down to her knees. We ended on the ground a bed of dead leaves as our mattress. Veronika was on top of me, her sex on my lips and her lips on my sex. As I licked and lapped at her I felt my cock slide down her throat. 

We never spoke for there was no reason to. Our bodies knew what they wanted. I saw the hunger in her eyes as she shifted positions above me. I watched as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. There was no rush as she rode me savoring that pleasure she had wanted for so long. Time seem to melt away as Veronika made love to me. 

Though I wanted to bend her over and make her scream I let her have her way with me instead. I was not disappointed. What had begun as a slow matter of love making soon became a mad driving of her hips up and down upon me. She was impaling herself over and over again with utter abandon! Her soft cries became pleas as Veronika drew closer and closer to climaxing. 

"I want to feel you come for me," I moaned for her.

"Soon," she said as her body moved up and down on me. "Let me do it Jon... let me do it all."

I nodded and she smiled down at me. I cupped her tits and teased her sensitive nipples as she continued to pleasure us both. She slowed now but thrust down all the harder. I could almost hear my own words from her lips. 'Take that and that.' Then she rose up one last time and dropped down her voice piercing the pervading silence. 

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Veronika howled as she came.

She fell forward her pussy tightening around me and her sweat covered body close to mine. I cupped the side of her face and kissed her fiercely but she was not done. 

"I want more," she purred. "I want to feel your cum on my tits and throat Jon."

"Then do it, once you've caught your breath that is."

Veronika lay on top of me for a few minutes before her hunger and energy were restored. Then the buxom little slut rose up and spread my legs. She knelt down and gingerly wrapped her tits around my cock. She made eye contact and never lost it.

"I have dreamt of this moment for so damn long," Veronika told me.

Then she began to pleasure my cock with those lovely breasts of hers. So soft and so firm and such patience she showed. Veronika's pink tongue flickered over the head of my cock when it appeared from between her tits. 

"Are you enjoying yourself," she asked as she caressed me tighter. 

"Let my cock answer that question for you," I told her.

"MMMMMMMM I can't wait."

Now she rubbed her tits independent of one another massaging the shaft and head of my hard flesh. There were little whispers now coming from Veronika.

"Give it to me you selfish thing you... give me his cum... I want to feel it... wear it... rub it into my skin!"

Like Aladdin rubbing his magic lamp I felt my toes curl and my cock swelled. I heard her gasp of pleasant surprise.

"Almost there," she cried out. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM I want to taste it!"

Soon I was panting loudly as her teased and pleased me with her tit flesh. My body shook and I knew I was moments away.

"Get ready," I told her.

"Oh I am," she growled.

Before I could say another word a cry was torn from my lips and Veronika's wish had been granted. Her tits and throat were covered in cum and she had somehow managed to latch her lips around the head. The greedy little thing drank down the rest. She did indeed rub my cum into her skin and wore it like a badge of honor.

"Oh thank you Jon!"

I lay there panting and smiled up weakly at her my body still shaking.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNN no thank you," I told her.

The trees thinned out and there was the field holding the Singing Stones. The grass had a yellow tinge to it and looked sickly and barely hanging on. The wind smoothed stones were pitted on one side and glass smooth on the other. Lucky for us the Oghm characters were on the far side of the stone and protected against the near constant assault from wind and sea mist. Dressed once more Veronika and I took in the sight wide eyed and eager.

"Well, are the markings the same?" I asked.

"Did you think they might change?"

"Actually I wasn't sure."

"No Jon they are the same, unchanged since the druids carved them all those centuries ago."

"So what now," I asked.

"Now I sing the runes to life and see what happens."

"Do you think that is what she did?"

"You mean Ms. Redding? I suppose so; oh I see what you mean. I'll find a safe distance to do it."

I was amazed that Veronika had memorized the song and waited and watched as the first notes left her lips. The effect was eerie and yet kind of what I expected. As she sang the stone at the very edge of the spiral began to vibrate and accompany her. Now as the song progressed one by one the stones sang in answer. Until the very center stone began to slowly vibrate and with it a wind picked up and the sky darkened. When Veronika sang the very last note and it hung in the air the center of the spiral tore open and beyond it darkness. 

I squinted and something moved inside of it, something human. I raced headlong and headless of the danger to the center of the Singing Stones. I knew that the portal or doorway would only remain open as long as Veronika sang. I leapt at the thin female figure tackling her to the ground and out of the tear in space. Silence fell and the tear snapped shut again, but this time it was empty. 

There was a long moment of confusion then her arms wrapped around me. She was surprisingly strong for a woman who had been locked away for more than a decade. Her nude body clung to me in a desperate hopeful sort of way.

"Is it over am I back," she asked her hoarse voice just above a whisper.

"You are safe," I told her as Veronika approached. "...Thanks to her."

The woman tilted her head up and around and peered at Veronika through her savage mane of scarlet hair. The ice blue eyes took in her measure almost as if she feared to be hurled back into that hellish limbo any moment. Then her lovely features softened and she smiled.

"Thank you," June said weakly.

"Let's get her inside," I say as I scoop her into my arms. 

"What before we get a chance to talk," Nyarlathotep said as he stepped from the trees. "Who the hell is that?"

Since the first time I met him he seemed genuinely surprised. It could be an act but I didn't think so.

"June Redding," Veronika said.

"I thought she was a blonde," he said then dismissed the matter out of hand. "We have business Jon."

He didn't say it but he meant to add 'now'. 

"I will carry her back, go ahead of me and get things prepared."

Veronika never flinched she raced away and never looked back.

"You've got that one wrapped tight around your um finger," the Black Pharaoh grinned.

"Business," I said as we walked slowly towards the manor house.

"Yes to business then. I have some debts for you to collect. Here are the details... oh yes your hands are full." He said as he tucked a folded piece of vellum into my back pocket. "There and don't delay too long Jon."

"I won't," I said as I continued.

It wasn't five steps before I was alone once more carrying the young thing

She clung tightly to me as I made the long walk back. It's like a little girl lost even though she is obviously a grown woman. Though she didn't starve to death she was thin and weak but her hair had grown wild and to an amazing length while trapped. 

Wind Sword Manor:

Veronika had decided to call a doctor to the manor house and tell them we had found her out by the stones and leave it at that. Our guest didn't make it easy to dress her or feed her unless I was close by. I sat on the side of the bed as the doctor examined her and said that despite her trauma she was in excellent physical health. Her mental stability was in question though. The doctor took her ramblings about being trapped in a featureless limbo as pure nonsense. 

At some point or another everyone made a visit to June's room to see her. But it wasn't until my mom came up that anyone commented.

"Look at you my dear," Mom said soothingly to June. "All that red hair and that porcelain skin that reminds me of a little china doll. It's like the universe spat out Jon's dream girl."

I looked at June if that was really her name in a completely new light then. She possessed every physical trait that I found attractive all in one perfectly formed body. I sat straight up and openly stared at her. Did my mom suspect she was another trap set by Nyarlathotep? And if she was part of some plot what could I possibly do to avoid it? 

"So how are you feeling," I asked her.

"Exhausted and yet... I'm not sure I could ever close my eyes again. I've grown afraid of the dark and all that after being there for so long."

"So what was it like?"

"Besides dark... there was not a single sound but my own heartbeat and breathing. It was terrible," she said her face scrunching up in pain and fear.

"Forget about it that is all in the past June" I say and watch that single telling moment of confusion. "You aren't June are you?"

"I never said I was," she admitted. "But the really scary part is that I don't remember what is real and what is out of my own head. I have been alone for so long."

"Do you remember your name?" I asked but she shook her head.

"Get some rest," I told her and got up to leave.

"Please, just until I fall asleep?"

"I'll stay until you are asleep," I agreed.

I looked at my mom and she saw that I was vigilant of what was going on.

"I will see you downstairs Jon," Mom said and left.

I tucked her in and sat at the head of the bed with her. She rolled onto her side facing me.

"I hate being alone," she said sleepily. "Even before the... even before I hated it."

"I can sort of understand your situation. I spent a year in solitary myself."

"You were in prison?"

"Yeah but the charges were trumped up and I got out," I said.

"I'm glad. I don't think an innocent should ever be locked away."

"Yeah," I said touching her deep auburn hair. "Have you always been a redhead?"

"I think so," she said and lifted up the covers and checked. "Carpet matches the drapes as they say."

"Were either of your parents of Asian descent?"

"I don't really remember, why?"

"Well then you may be in for a shock," I told her.

I got up and went to the bathroom and retrieved a hand held mirror for her. 

"Show me," she said a little more strength in her voice now.

"Okay but be prepared," I warned her as I handed her the mirror.

She flipped the mirror around and gazed long and hard at her reflection. She didn't cry out or scream she just took it all in. She examined her eyes, the shape of her face and the coloring of her skin. Then she tore off the nightgown and I turned away. I heard her soft footfalls as she raced to the bathroom and I closed the door to give her some time alone. I heard the water in the shower start. I moved into the bathroom and saw her curvy silhouette.

"I need a shower in the worst way," she said. "Can you help me wash my hair?"

"I could call one of the maids," I replied.

"What fun is there in that," she moaned. "...Besides how many guys get the first crack at a woman who has been locked up for so long?"

"Oh boy, I really shouldn't..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I'll let you do anything you want and I do mean anything as a reward of course."

"Oh boy, I really should..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I'll let you shave my pussy for me."

"Damn."

I stripped down and slipped into the shower. She was struggling to wet her hair so I stood behind her and helped. When she bent down and her ass touched my cock it was like fireworks going off. I looked down and all I had to do was pull back and thrust forward and I would be ball deep in this crazy bitch. Then she stood up and turned to face me wearing that evil fucking smile. I wrapped my hand around her throat and tilted her head back for her. Instead of becoming alarmed she bit her lip and let out a low deep moan. My resolve was melting away like ice in the middle of August. When all of her hair was wet enough I let go of her and spun her around.

"I like a man who takes charge," she said meekly.

I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and just poured until there were enough suds. I knelt down and worked my way up her sculpted legs, her shapely ass, that lovely back of hers until I was standing again. I had scrubbed, rubbed and worked the shampoo deep into her wet hair. Then I slid my fingers into the hair near her scalp and the back of her neck. It was the last that needed work. The evil bitch rubbed her ass against my cock while my hands were occupied. She managed to trap my cock between her thighs. If she were to bend over and shove her ass backwards my dick would easily slide right into her. Half of me wanted that so damn bad and the other half knew I would be fucking doomed if it happened. Just as she was about to bend over I tore my hands from her hair and spun her around again.




Evil Bitch Ch. 12



"Rinse," I said soberly.

"You are just teasing me aren't you?"

I didn't reply. Hell I couldn't reply because I was still so damn conflicted. I rubbed her hair watching the suds slowly disappear from her incredibly long thick hair. Success her hair was done. 

I grabbed the sponge and applied body wash to it. Soon I was scrubbing her gorgeous porcelain skin and from shoulders to ass cheeks. Then she wiggled her ass at me. My hand moved down and I felt that firm round ass beneath my fingers. Then I slid the sponge between her cheeks which brought a squeal of delight from her. I added a bit more body wash and finished off the back of her thighs and lower legs. 

I tried to hand the sponge to her but she just turned around and batted those baby blue eyes at me. I slowly washed her tits and the spot just below them lifting each one in turn. She licked her lips and the last of my resolve was dissolving by the second. I had to distract myself.

"Damn girl you have a scary looking bush down there," I told her.

"Maybe someone can do some lawn care for me," she purred unaware of the change of emotions in me.

I opened the shower door and retrieved scissors and a fresh razor from the medicine cabinet. 

"Have a seat," I told her. "Now spread your legs."

She followed my directions but her eyes never left the hard cock that was so close to her lips now.

"You're the customer how much do I take off the top?"

"All of it," she moaned. "I want it at smooth as a baby's bottom."

I knelt down and used the scissors to remove most of her pubic hair. I could see how fucking soaked her pussy was and the tantalizing scent was driving me crazy. Once the majority of the hair was gone I lathered up her mound and began my work in earnest. I began at the top and bit by bit I removed the annoying stubble that remained. Soon her sex was free of hair and as requested so very smooth to the touch. I could see the flowery petals of her sex glistening with desire and I stood up.

"My work here is done," I said as I reached for the shower door.

"Is it," she purred. "I believe you left something unfinished mister."

"Yeah, cause if I stay, we both might regret it."

"Regret," she said as if I had slapped her. "You think fucking me might be a mistake?"

"Fucking you, no," I told her. "...fucking you now at this very moment... yeah. Look at all that you have been through and see it for what it is."

"You don't want to hurt me is that it?"

"Exactly, great idea just wrong time is all."

"Aw, what a sweetheart you are," she said standing up and hugging me. "Ya sure your cock is like rock fucking hard?"

"I can't believe I am saying this but yeah, this one time I really have to leave."

And I did. It was one long very cold shower later that I managed to wear a pair of sweats without a tent in them. The time wasn't wasted as I grilled Sterling over her list of misdeeds. She had been plenty busy it turned out. What she had done to Charlie and Becca back in Arkham didn't really bother me when I heard of all the technology she had purchased and the massive files related to them. I found out all that she had done to Liz well that torpedoed my erection and erotic desire in one fell swoop. I ended up with a towel wrapped around me and invoking a primal scream outside. After the pen incident at work I was afraid of what I might do in an enclosed space. I was relieved to discover that Liz and Charlie's wife Becca were in route and I could help take care of her. 

"Why did you use Liz the way you did?"

"Master, I thought that would be obvious. I couldn't do any of the necessary modifications on you without testing them out first."

"Hold the fucking phone... what do you mean necessary modifications?"

"I am trying to make your dream come true Sir," she said like I should know what she was talking about.

"Dream, what dream," I asked.

"The notebook with your alter ego you created..."

"Oh my fucking god Sterling, that was a comic book I wrote in high school. I was just a kid for crying out loud!"

"But you put so much effort and thought into it," she replied obviously confused.

"It all makes sense now," I said as I headed inside for a warm shower to drive away the mental chill. "This is all my fault. Poor Liz," I moaned as I felt the emotional weight come crashing down. "Everything that Nyarlathotep did is nothing compared to this."

"Master I was the one who did this."

"But I was the one who inspired it. Did you do all of it or are there things left to do?"

"I have completed everything Sir... I am sorry."

I did a mental list of all the things I had collected in biology class my sophomore year. I had thought of all the cool things animals and insects could do. That easily transferred to the idea for a comic book character. He wasn't really a hero more a vigilante. Getting revenge on the people who did what they had done to him and now Liz and I were living that out. No wonder she was having issues not knowing what had been done to her. I shook my head in anger and shame.

I ran a second shower and let the heat comfort and the falling water hide the tears. When I was ready I shut off the water, dried off and once more tied a towel around my waist. I stepped into my bedroom and glared at the large paper weight sitting on top of my chest of drawers. The rocky shell of the meteor that had held the A.O. alloy was there. Marvin in his limited fashion had shown me with mental images how to affect this material. It was much more difficult that manipulating the alloy. It required real mental fortitude. 

I decided to use my rage and focus it on the shell maybe that would be enough. I thought about all the crap that had happened and held onto to it. I stoked the rage and anger and helplessness into a white hot mental flame. Then I imagined a blinding laser like light striking the rocky shell and shattering it into a million pieces. To my surprise it collapsed into tiny clear glass-like cubes. 

Then I collapsed to the floor weak as a kitten and bleeding profusely from my nose. The migraine level headache that followed nearly stole my consciousness. So I lay there in a fetal position for a long time until both the pain and blood faded to memory. 

Gingerly I rose to my feet and shakily walked over to the chest of drawers. Marvin had already climbed from his hiding spot under my pillow up the sheer vertical obstruction and was standing there to greet me. He seemed very pleased with my success as was I of course. I got the distinct impression from him that this material was a lot more prized even than the A.O. alloy. Well from the effort it took me I could see why.

"Now what," I asked Marvin.

He replied as he always did with images of a long and distant past.

Deep Space:

Untold Centuries Before:

Life is abundant and varied in our galaxy. It has also existed since the beginning. One of the oldest races that still thrive are the star shepherds. When new stars are born they are there to celebrate. When old stars die there they are too to help them in the crossing. It was the star shepherds who discovered the star metal and how to create and refine it. 

The seeds of it are located in the dark nebulas. Here the black suns burn fiercely and space and time are bent and warped. The star metal seeds are then collected and taken to a place of dying. Billions of seeds are set into orbit around a sun about to go supernova. The rest is patience and letting nature takes its course. 

Once the star dies the far flung seeds are collected and the massive amounts of light, radiation and gravity have done their work. The dark matter is transformed into usable and highly prized star metal. For long eons only the cores were harvested for their alloy to be used in all levels of technology. The hard rocky shells set aside as unusable. But it was a glorious chance accident that led to the great discovery. 

Her name was Shada'Niir and she was one of the students selected to train among the star shepherds. She was a member of one of the elder species in our galaxy, their culture at this time already two billion years old. They were from our perspective humanoid but obviously not human. They are taller, stronger, faster and more evolved than we are in every way. Though they know war they do not revel in it. Though they love peace they will fight to survive. 

Shada'Niir had reached a stage in her own personal evolution and was chosen to leave her home and learn what the ancients had to teach. Her people had always possessed a high degree of psychic power. It was one of the things that had shaped them as it had. Their innate telepathy had saved them from the wars that lesser races had blindly marched to. It had also warned them of coming conflicts. Indeed every aspect of their lives was a reflection of the many schools and disciplines of the mind. 

Though the star shepherds had always shared the fruits of their labors there were few outside the race who knew its secrets. So Shada'Niir was taken to a place her people called the black sun zone. It was a massive dark nebula and a place frequented by the star shepherds. She did not why until now. Here they told her were the seeds of the star metal that all the awakened races used. Awakened, referred to those species that were psychically gifted, like her people. It was there in that dark place that she felt the first stirrings of understanding. 

Then the young adept was taken to a place of imminent dying. Sheltered from all harm she watched the passing of a star and in its wake a deeper wisdom. Shada'Niir was allowed to open and harvest her own star metal for the very first time. She watched bewildered as the outer shells were collected and taken to the Great Shrine on the shepherd's home world. She kept hers and the elders saw this as a good sign. Shada held the two halves of the seed in her long delicate fingers and pondered. Why would so much of the seed go unused? This is something she meditated on for years throughout her education into the higher paths of the mind. 

Shada'Niir finished her official training and returned home. She still possessed her first shell and on a daily basis used it as the center of her meditation. It wasn't until she was a teacher, a mother and near the end of her life that she unlocked the secret. At this time of her life she was a well known artist whose star metal sculptures were highly prized for their beauty and their intricacy. I suppose it was the artist in her that desired a new medium in which to work in. So it was that she bent her thoughts to shell. She observed its rocky exterior and remembered that single blinding moment when it ceased to be dark matter and was transformed into star metal. 

"Why," her youngest daughter asked her on that fateful day.

"Why what," Shada replied as she stared at the shell.

"Mommy why is the shell so hard and ugly," the little girl asked.

"That is a secret," Shada told her knowing there were many years if at all that her own daughter might learn it. "But I will tell you this that is a very good question."

Her daughter smiled and wandered off the way that children do forgetting momentous things that they had set into motion. Shada'Niir rose up from her meditative posture and knelt near the shell, her shell.

"Why are you so hard and ugly," she asked aloud.

She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the surface of the thing feeling each and every crevice and ridge. Then Shada recalled the explosion that the seed had been exposed to. 

"Question, why wasn't the seed destroyed? Answer, because in that instant the dark matter is converted into star metal. Question, why is the shell so hard and ugly? Answer, because it took the brunt of the explosion. Question, why is the shell not used? Answer, because it is not star metal... But it has to be star metal otherwise it wouldn't have survived the explosion. It IS star metal!!!"

There was the indisputable logic. The shell of the seeds was in fact unrefined star metal. Shada'Niir turned her formidable power upon the shell to cool it but nothing happened. That made sense the depths of space are incredibly cold so that wasn't likely to work. Heat will also not work considering a super nova was the reason for the transmutation. What was left to use? When she sculpted the star metal it took hours of intense psychic energy to create her works of art. Maybe just maybe enough psychic energy can do the trick? Now instead of heat or cold she sent raw untempered mental energy at the shell. A headache and a nosebleed later she had done the unthinkable. She, Shada'Niir, had refined star crystal.

After recuperating she eagerly fashioned her first star crystal sculpture. Shada hid it and took it straight away to the star shepherd's home world for its revealing. It was the pinnacle of her artistic career and won her a place in the history of many races on that day.

They all learned that once the star crystal was refined it was much easier to manipulate and a much harder substance once finished. It was a whole new age for the shepherds and their students. Shada'Niir's name was revered and she was offered a permanent dwelling on the home world for her discovery. 

London:

Wind Sword Manor:

I lay on my bed with the large cube of star crystal on my belly. It had taken hardly any effort to combine the tiny cubes into one big one. My arms folded under my head a stared at its beauty in complete wonder. It was truly a flawless perfect thing. According to Umbra who had measured it for me the star crystal cube measured the same on all sides down to a fraction of a micron. And that is saying a lot. 

I closed my eyes and thought back to high school, specifically sophomore year when I created my super hero character. He had caused Liz so much grief but had given me so much joy back then. There were all those silly daydreams about fighting the bad guys and saving the girls. 

Back then my imagination was so limited. But now with Charlie's drawings and schematics for the weapons and armor at my mental beck and call I could create anything. In high school I wanted him to have a symbiote like in the comics but instead of it being so negative it would amplify his goodness instead. It would turn the antihero into a real hero. 

Then the daydream began in earnest and I imagined my new and fully realized super hero. Let's see I thought to myself. The power source for the symbiote armor would be in the center of his chest small but powerful. Since stealth and hand to hand combat were his strengths the suit would amplify his strength, coordination and absorb both light and sound. Already the concentric rings of Hiero-runes were taking shape around the central stone. 

He wasn't a tank sort of character so the suit would allow for the maximum movement while protecting key areas. So what armor it did have would be over the upper chest, spine, groin and feet. This would keep the heart, spine and balls safe. 

Of course there would be a mask to protect his identity. But he would need more. His key weapons in the comic were his cyber-whip and force shield. As a kid I lacked detail but this time I could really visualize the whip and shield in my head. The lines were almost organic and allowed for speed as well as compactness. 

I reimagined the watch I was wearing to be like Charlie's tech sleeker with that touch of alien to it. 

Of course the entire symbiote and gear were jet black with the only detail being the black on black Hiero-runes covering the suit. That is until a better idea came along.

Then it was off to reliving my favorite fight scenes in every kung fu, karate and anime I had ever watched. The flashing of swords or other martial weapons and the amazingly choreographed hand to hand fight scenes ever. Finding the best sword fight scenes was difficult there were so many to choose from. I mean someone like Jet Li or Chow Yun Fat or even Luke Goss. If I could fight like that...

Real dreaming took over and I slipped into a disjointed montage of fighting, shooting and hand to hand death matches. My hands moved in intricate poses and strikes while my feet guided my body through complex kata forms and techniques. It was one of those dreams where all my senses were plugged in and I could feel everything. I love those and this one was the best. It seemed like I hit the Ninja buffet and assassinated an entire legion of enemies with every weapon known to man and alien before I woke up. 

I opened my eyes and I was covered in sweat. I was actually more tired than when I went to sleep. But it was like that when I had one of those full sensory dreams. I slid off the bed and the moment my toes hit the floor I felt the all over body ache. I stripped off my shirt and holy shit I was bruised from my neck on down! The sweatpants followed and likewise my legs were black and blue. What the hell man? I staggered into the bathroom wincing the entire way and there was Louisa finishing up getting a tub of hot water ready, including bubbles!

"Master, what happened to you?"

"I don't know can you help me into the bath?"

"Of course," she said as she gingerly slipped her body under my arm and propped me up.

We made the short jaunt to the tub. She helped me slide into the hot water without mishap. I couldn't have done it without her. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH that feels nice," I moaned.

"Shall I stay Master," Louisa asked.

"Yes please," I replied.

"Shall I pick a new bed for you to use Master," she offered.

"You think the repulsor bed did this to me?"

"What else could have?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

She leaned close and lightly touched the back of my head.

"Does that hurt Master?"

"No."

"HMMMM," she pondered. "If it were the bed you would think that any body part in contact with the field would be black and blue."

"Yeah you'd think," I agreed.

"UMMMM how is your uh..." she stopped and blushed furiously.

"Its fine but you can check if you want?"

There was a long pause and I think at that moment she really thought about it. Then blushed and remained silent.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Louisa," I told her.

"It is quite alright Master," she said. "It is just that I have never been with anyone. When I touch someone I get a feel for who they are deep down inside. All the men, except you, that I have touched either by accident or on purpose have disappointed me."

"But not me," I said.

"No Sir not you," she said with a hard glance into my eyes. "You have done some morally questionable things Master but deep down you are genuine, kind and a nerd. But I like that about you. You are so down to earth and well... you. I want to find a man just like you for my first time I suppose."

"But not me," I repeated.

"No Sir not you," she said softly. "While you would be gentle and amazing I would just be another notch in your belt. I want someone to want me and me alone."

"I respect that Louisa," I told her with a smile. "I have no doubt there is another nerd out there just for you."

We both laughed and I winced but it was worth it. I closed my eyes and focused my mental energy on healing. Slowly over the next hour the pain faded to nothing. When I could I lifted my arm from the water and the bruising was all but gone. That still left me in the dark as to how it got there in the first place. My first thought was Sterling but why would she bruise the piss out of me. That made no sense at all. She already told me that all the physical augmentations were done. Unless she fibbed to me.

"Sterling," I said softly.

"Yes Master," she appeared kneeling next to the tub.

"Have you been doing any physical augmentation again," I asked.

"No sir, all of my improvements are already in place."

"Are they all complete," I asked knowing she played with the letter of the law and not necessarily the spirit of it.




Evil Bitch Ch. 12



"WELLLLLLLLLL," she said grimacing.

"Oh hell... what the heck is percolating in my system?"

"I added the same extra chromosome chains Charlie has to see if any neat alien traits would show up and..."

"And... and what," I asked.

"Nothing," she replied disappointed.

"Thank GOD," I said with a huge sigh of relief.

"Since Master is healed and no longer bruised shall I set out some clothes for you," Louisa asked.

"Yes please, something loose and comfy," I told her.

Louisa went about picking out a fresh pair of sweatpants and a large cotton t-shirt. As she bent over to lay out my clothes I couldn't help but notice that fine round ass of hers.

"Master... quit staring at my bottom. You are making me... wet."

She said this just before she left my rooms. I was beginning to think that evil ran through the female sex entirely. A blast of cold water from the shower deflated my desire while Sterling giggled unmercifully. Evil Bitch!

Collecting on a Debt:

After all my bubbles in my bath were gone as well as my bruises I dried off and got dressed. God it felt good just not to hurt again. I unlocked the door that led to the third floor and stalked up the stairs. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find Storm and Marvin (who was clinging precariously to the other's back) waiting at the top of the stairs. 

"I guess there is no leaving you behind eh?"

"No Master what if you need our assistance," Storm asked.

"Just don't do anything unless I ask or I really need help, okay?"

"Yes Master," Storm replied as he launched himself and landed lightly on my shoulders.

"I never see you in your cat form why is that Storm," I asked suspecting I already knew the answer.

"I use it quite a bit you just never see me is all Master," he replied.

"Not the answer I was expecting," I admitted.

"You thought I preferred to fly is that it?"

"Exactly."

"Oh I do, but I also enjoy stalking and hiding Master," he said with a purr.

"We are going to have to go flying together sometime you know that," I told him.

"I look forward to teaching you Master," Storm said with just a hint of smugness in his voice.

We reached the top of the stairs and I turned to the left and counted three doors down. There it was the door marked with the All Seeing Eye. According to the instructions left by the Black Pharaoh I was supposed to adjust the symbol by turning it clockwise one quarter turn. The eye looked just fine to me so there must be more to the door than just that. Upon closer examination I discovered painted over very skillfully were the three lightning bolts I knew so well. They were skewed and this must be what needed turning. I grabbed the design and slowly turned it clockwise until I heard a loud 'click'. The door opened just a bit on its own once it was unlocked. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The hallway beyond appeared perfectly normal and absolutely empty. For some reason that really bothered the hell out of me but I walked down it nonetheless. The hall ran about thirty feet or so until I ended in another door but this one was unlocked. When I opened this one now I felt like I was getting somewhere but where exactly was a complete mystery. The space beyond was dominated at a huge circular hole. Suspended over the hole were four walkways that led to a triangular platform above the hole. Three of the walkways ended at a flat side of the triangle but the one in front of me ended at one of its points. To reach the other walkways I had to travel to the platform and then choose from there which one to explore first. The stone path in front of me appeared sturdy enough and when I set foot on it didn't budge in the least. Thank god for small favors I suppose. Once I crossed onto the platform I saw four stone signs set into the floor of the large triangle. Three were on the corners in front of the other walkways and the last was dead center. They read from left to right 'the blind', 'the silent' and 'the formless'. The center one read 'the homeless' and 'the soulless'. How cheerful the formless and the soulless. I think I will leave those for last. The three outer paths were obvious but how the hell was I supposed to get to the center two? So I knelt down and examined the stone sign. I wanted to see if pressing it or if it lifted up or something but it remained a solid part of the platform. 

"Okay I give the hell up, how do I get to the homeless or the soulless," I asked.

In answer I heard a loud rumbling from above and an intricately carved pillar dropped down from the darkness. It settled noisily into place and I looked at the ample hand and foot holds.

"I guess you are climbing Master," Storm snickered.

"Apparently," I said with a smile. "Well here goes."

I kicked off my shoes and socks and up I went. It was an easy climb and soon I faced what appeared to be an airlock. The hexagonal door opened as I approached the six panels sliding away into darkness. Up I went into the dark and the unknown. Hell I didn't even know what sort of debts I was even collecting. Was it money or favors or what? 

The pillar reached its end and I felt around with my foot and found what felt like cool grass not far off to my right. Leap of faith time I guess so I jumped lightly onto the unseen ground. I landed without mishap and within a few steps a gorgeous night sky greeted me. It was moonless but there were other heavenly bodies to admire instead. I could see two no three planets within easy reach of this world. Kansas was through the wormhole Toto and I was god only knows how far from Earth. The air was clean and clear with just a hint of some unknown flower blooming. 

Storm took wing leaving poor Marvin stuck on my shoulder. I couldn't blame him. Besides let him scout out the area and see what lies ahead of me. I was walking up a noticeable rise in the geography and it stopped at a cliff that overlooked what appeared to be a dead city. It was elegant and obviously not manmade but whomever they had been beauty and architecture went hand in hand. 

It didn't take much looking around to find a path down towards the Necropolis. There were no lights or any sign of life coming from any of the buildings, how sad. The thought and heart that went into any one of those buildings was nothing short of a masterpiece. In its entirety the city was a seemingly endless contrast of line and curve and light and shadow. I could spend days just exploring the city but I knew better. Somewhere nearby was either the homeless or god help me the soulless. I wouldn't know which until I ran into them. 

Storm appeared out of the ebony sky and caught a thermal and hung there like a puppet on its strings. 

"There are two heat signatures in that direction Master," he said angling his head towards the larger of the two spheres hanging in the heavens. 

"How big," I asked.

"Size and shape fit adult humanoid but their body temp is all wrong," he replied.

"They must be the homeless," I said.

"Why do you say that Sir," Storm asked.

"I am thinking the soulless won't show up on thermal."

"That is very logical Master," he said with a toothy grin. "Switching to full spectrum and motion sensors; follow me Sir."

There was a path of sorts leading through a grove of shoulder high plants. I am not sure if I would call them bushes or trees because they had characteristics of both. The sweet flowery scent I had detected from the cliff top was coming from them and their queer translucent fruit. I wanted to pick one but decided against it. It wasn't long before I heard the distinct sounds of falling water and a woman singing. The grove spread out and away from a rocky outcropping to my left and the sounds I heard were coming from there. I cut across the plants and left the path and discovered a notch worn away eons ago by running water and nestled in a small circular formation was signs of habitation. I walked into the notch and there on the right hand side a simple yet gorgeously constructed cottage. Next to it were several of those bush trees loaded with its strange fruit. Just beyond the cottage I could see the waterfall and at its base a young woman standing there singing as she bathed. I am sure she would be offended if I were to describe her as humanoid so I will suffice to say she was very beautiful. She was six foot with long silvery white hair that fell passed her very shapely round bottom. Her arms, legs and fingers were all a bit longer and more slender than I was accustom to but did nothing to detract from her good looks. I had to get closer for a more detailed observation. When I was a mere twenty feet away I saw that not only was her sex bald but besides the hair in her head she had not other body hair whatsoever. Her breasts were of a good size and very firm with lilac colored areoles and perky nipples. The fine lines defining her abdomen and her other musculature told me not only was she attractive but very physically active. 

'It's rude to stare and itemize a female in that manner young man,' her voice said in my head.

'Sorry, I have never met one of your race before. Please forgive my abrasive thoughts.'

'You are forgiven, now be a dear and hand me that large green stone at the edge of the pool.'

It took some effort to take my eyes off of her but I quickly located what appeared to be a massive emerald on an outcropping nearby. I walked over and picked it up and handed it to her.

'Dear me, would you mind help me wash my hair. It would help mend mental fences, so to speak,' she sent to me with a hint of desire coloring her thoughts.

'I wouldn't want to offend you any further,' I sent and stripped down and entered the pool. 'How am I supposed to use the green stone?'

'Just hold it in both hands above your head, yes just like that... now I can do this...'

So while I stood there like a complete idiot holding the damn stone she spun around dropped to her knees and took my half hard cock into her mouth. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNN," I moaned as her tongue did some amazing things to me.

'You can put the rock down now I have what I want,' she sent with a noticeable purr in her thoughts.

I carefully set the stone down and slid my fingers into her hair.

'It's okay,' she sent. 'Grab my hair and thrust Jon Masters.'

I looked down and she was looking up at me. I gasped when I saw her gorgeous violet colored eyes. They had slit pupils like a cat's. But unlike a feline the slits ran horizontal not vertical. I could also see that she possessed a clear membrane that covered the eye protecting it against the water and other irritants I suspected.

I did as she asked and grabbed her fine silky hair and made two fists. Then I slowly thrust my hips forward as she easily gobbled up my cock. Her tongue possessed almost serpentine qualities to it as it slithered and snaked around the head and shaft. I was in lust with this woman! 

'I take it your females cannot do that,' she asked.

'Uh no, I wish they could that feels amazing,' I told her.

'If you think that feels good wait until you are inside of me,' she promised.

I was close to climaxing in record time. I was not used that sort of pleasure she was giving.

'It is alright if you want to come for me,' she growled mentally. 'Besides I want to see how you taste.'

I thrust my hips a bit harder now and soon I was howling and she was swallowing. She stood up and was licking her lips.

'A bit salty but altogether not a bad flavor,' she thought with a smile. 'Now be a dear and sit on the edge of the pool, yes just like that.'

Once I was seated and comfortable the nameless woman walked towards me and straddled my lap lowering her very tight very wet slit over my cock. 

'UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN,' she sent to me. 'MMMMMMMMMMM nice and thick and so long... it's filling me up!'

She was riding me slowly and leisurely. This was a woman who not only knew how to make love but how to make it last. From time to time she would make little cooing noises and whimper just any other girl I had been with. But what her sex muscles could do was like nothing I had ever experienced. She was in absolute control from the very beginning. I wasn't going to cum until she was damn good and ready. There was no rush and I caressed her body starting at her elegant back. My fingers found the muscle groups and rubbed them lovingly. Eventually I reached around and cupped her breasts and teased her nipples and this seemed to please her a lot. Unsure what were signs of her climax I mimicked her and just enjoyed her body as she was mine? 

'I am going to climax Jon Masters are you ready,' she moaned in my mind.

'Yes I am,' I told her.

'Good,' she purred. 'Hold on.'

She began to ride me faster now and her pussy muscles were caressing me like a talented fist. We were both panting loudly as we got closer and closer. Maybe a minute after her warning her back arched and she cried out even as I shot deep into her talented womb. As we caught our collective breaths a new mind entered the conversation.

'Oh I see you have met our visitor,' said a male mind.

'Yes and he has been very generous with me,' she replied.

'I am glad considering,' he thought.

'Yes considering,' she thought back.

'I thoroughly enjoyed our encounter,' I sent to them both. 'However, I am completely in the dark as to what you are inferring to.'

'Ah, it is his first time,' the male mind thought. 'Collecting a debt I mean Jon Masters.'

'Yes, MMMMMMMMMM...'

'He could go one more time,' she moaned. 'Already hard inside of me...'

'You know you shouldn't, but since it will be your last time...'

'... Do you mind Jon Masters just one more for the road?'

If I had known then what I know now I would have fucked her until dawn but I didn't.

'Sure why not if he doesn't mind,' I thought to her.

'Oh no he wouldn't begrudge his mother one last orgasm,' she thought to me.

He didn't mind. So he and Storm went off and chatted while Mom and I had another go around. Then one more with me behind her hammering away at her for all I was worth. She liked it rough with my fist in her hair and my cock deep inside of her. The sound of her cries of pleasure was still fresh in my ears as we came together one last time. How strange that afterwards she was the one who held me close to her body. It was so soothing and natural as her mind caressed me as intimately as she ever did physically. 

'Well it is time Sublime Master to pay our debt to you,' she sent sadly.

'I don't even know what sort of debt is owed and to whom,' I tried to explain.

'In life there are always firsts,' she thought with a soft smile. 'I am glad to be yours so that it may soften those that come after.'

'I still don't understand,' I thought.

'You will and soon,' she sent as she led me from the pool. 

'Shada Niir,' the name popped into my thoughts.

'Where did you hear that name?'

'From a friend why,' I asked.

'She would be considered something of a saint to us, to my people.'

"Come out Marvin," I said aloud and out from under my clothes the little tripod figure emerged.

The woman sat on the ground and stared openly at the tiny figure as he strode over the grassy landscape towards us. 

'He is like nothing I have ever seen before,' she thought to me. 'Where did you find him?'

'I didn't find him I made him,' I explained. 'He is made of Star Metal and yet somehow he achieved self awareness.'

'There are legends among my people of that happening but it is so very rare,' she told me. 'Where did you get the concept for him?'

'It came from one of my favorite authors who wrote stories of alien invaders from a nearby planet of ours. The machines and invaders looked something like that. But he has made subtle changes as he has evolved.'

'And you call him Mar'vin,' she thought to me. 'Does it mean great warrior?'

'Actually it comes from a children's entertainment. Something my mother suggested.'

'So Mar'vin told you the story about Shada Ni'ir?'

'Yes and how she refined Star Crystal, he showed it to me after I managed to do it.'

'YOU, you have made Star Crystal? Show me!'

'I left the cube on my chest when I took a nap. I haven't seen it since.'

'You slept with a block of Star Crystal on your chest while you slept? What did you dream about?'

So I recalled the entire history about Liz and Sterling and the super hero I had created and day dreamed about. She sat attentive to every word and every image and emotion it brought up in me. Then I told her how I had woken up bruised and was in too much pain to notice what had happened to the cube of crystal. 

'It's probably on the floor by the bed,' I thought.

'Or it might be here with you right now Jon Masters,' she expressed as she touched my chest.

As I watched the clear crystalline substance revealed itself from its hiding spot. Soon she held a perfect transparent cube in her hands.

'What the hell?'

'When you dreamed of creating a symbiotic armor the crystal sensed your desires. It took on the form and abilities you wanted so badly. You are truly a gifted young man.'

'What now?'

'Now you leave me with the Star Crystal and I fashion for you your staff of office as I saw so very clearly in your mind. My son will give you a tour of the Necropolis as you call it.'

That was that. She rose to her feet and walked away to do whatever she was going to do. I got dressed and followed her son towards the city. He seemed in very good spirits despite the fact that I had made his mom cum like three times. 

'You seem in a good mood,' I sent to him.

'I haven't seen her that happy in so very long,' he replied.

'So tell me about the city.'

He launched into the long and detailed history of the once great city and his deceased ancestors. As I had suspected each and every building was preplanned not just for its function but its beauty and location. I had asked him how the hell do you plan a city on so epic a scale and he just laughed. He took me directly to the very center of the city to a building that roughly translated as the axis. It was the tallest and most elegant of all the structures. Here the ruling body met and did business. We entered what I guess could best be described as a lobby but there in the center of the floor was a scaled down replica of the entire city. Just like humans they build models of their buildings but instead of designing one at a time the whole city was planned out here. They recreated all the lighting and chose not only which building but its perfect orientation to the sun and stars as well. Talk about a race of perfectionists. We took their version of an elevator but instead of a moving car you selected your floor and were teleported to the top. How fucking cool is that! He took me out on the roof and I got to look out over the entire cityscape. There were no signs of war or disease or poverty anywhere.

'What happened?'

'We simply died out. There were fewer and fewer children being born for no apparent reason. So that is why we adopted the Awakening program.'

'What is that?'

'Your friend Charlie that is so prominent in your thoughts. He must have run into one of our people and was given one of the devices. It over a brief period of time alters the volunteer's genetic structure to one of us.'

'First he was just an infant when it happened. Second what do you call yourselves?'

'We are the Qual. Our race and society have existed since near the beginning. As for Charlie and the implanting of one so young; they must have been dying or gravely injured to do such a thing. It is not common practice I assure you.'

'I believe you. So the device has a racial memory of sorts I take it?'

'Yes, language both written and spoken is the first thing to be learned. Then the history and other lessons follow after that.'

'Well he got a smattering of the written and a whole lot on how to build stuff.'




Evil Bitch Ch. 13



Sorry about any confusion in the previous chapter. All the feedback was very spot on and I thank you all. This is how a writer gets better I believe. I hope you enjoy this chapter. This has flash backs to how Jon collected the last three stones and how he ended up in the state he did when Louisa found him. 

London:

Wind Sword Manor:

So there I was kneeling behind the twins. They were both on their bellies one atop the other, Carol on the bottom and Colleen on top. As I drove my cock into Carol, Colleen would wiggle her ass invitingly at me as a constant reminder that there were two of them. Then I yanked out my cock and slammed it into Colleen and she literally squealed in delight as I fucked her. Carol was more patient for her turn at fucking. She lay there simply moaning softly to herself eager to be filled again. That is how the next hour or so went trading off which pussy or mouth or pair of tits to fuck. 

I was still hellaciously pissed off about being ambushed not once but twice. I could almost feel the shuriken stabbing my flesh and my life blood trickling from the wounds. It seemed like the moment I managed to calm down one of the twins would complain about not having a cock in them. Then boom it was brought back to the surface again. If I wasn't a suspicious guy I would almost think that mom put them up to this. To try and burn the anger out through a marathon fuck session. Well it was working a little.

Finally Carol threw in the towel and left the room moaning and staggering. Colleen on the other hand hung in there for another two orgasms before begging off. She too left with a freshly fucked glow and an unstable walk. Mom and Louisa had disappeared sometime after hour three of the flesh fest. Whether to seek their own beds or perhaps some fun between themselves, who knew? 

I on the other hand was still pissed off to no end about the betrayal by Nyarlathotep. I took a shower and donned some fresh clothes and sought out either Louisa or Mary. I ran into Mary first and she was still sheepish around me. She had every right to be we had not yet had our little talk. Maybe now was the best time while I was still looking for the proper outlet? 

"Give them to me," I said without turning to look at her.

"Sir," Mary asked her voice quivering.

"I know she gave them to you," I said with very little emotion in my voice.

Mary let out a small sigh and reached into the front pocket of her uniform and produced the elegant silver chair that ended in matching spring loaded clamps. 

"You said you are here to serve," I told her as we stopped and she pulled open her blouse to reveal her large erect nipples. "This will be your chance to prove your loyalty to me."

"Anything," was all Mary said.

She let out a little hiss as I attached each clamp. I reached for the middle of the chain and pulled lightly. Her hiss became a soft low moan. 

"Which way to the lab," I asked and she pointed.

I led and she dutifully followed. Soon we were in what passed for a basement in the manor house. The walls were polished granite and the many doors were all crafted of heavy oak. It looked more like a dungeon than anything else. Mary pointed as I led her by her nipples keeping a fairly steady pressure on her sensitive flesh. We reached the last room on the eastern wall and beyond the heavy iron bound door were the untouched crates shipped over from Arkham. 

"They have not been opened per your instructions Sir," Mary offered.

I looked around the room and saw there were bright clean spots all over the stone floor. She followed my gaze and informed me that the room had been used to extract information prior to its current designation. A real fun bunch that lived here back in the day, I thought to myself. I let go of the chain and heard her sigh in relief. But this was only a brief reprieve I explained. 

The space beyond was huge and was composed of four large chambers. The center room was completely empty save for the crates and boxes. 

The eastern most room appeared to be cluttered with furniture that ranged from a comfy looking leather chair to an honest to god wooden stockade. All the pieces appeared to have been maintained despite their lack of use. At least I hoped no one was using some of these things anymore. I examined the stockade and found the hinges oiled and the wood recently sanded to a fine smooth finish. I lifted the top of the stockade and motioned for Mary. Without hesitation she put her head and hands into place. I lowered the top carefully to secure it.

"You really aren't going to try that fine piece of furniture out on her first were you," my Mom said in her most sultry voice.

I was already lifting up top of the stockade and Mary dashed off without a single word. Mom let the sheer silk robe she had been wearing fall to the floor. Beneath were silken undergarments all of flawless white. From the push up bra to the garter and stockings she was arrayed like the virgin sacrifice. I swallowed hard and walked over to her. Her hair was held up with wicked looking hair spikes that looked hand forged. I stopped a few feet from her then walked slowly around her, our eyes never left the others. I can see why my dad fell in lust with this woman.

"Do you like," she said lowering her head and dropping her shoulders, "...Master?"

"It'll do," I replied as I slid the hair spikes from her mane and watched it tumble down over her shoulders, breasts and back. 

"I am pleased that you are pleased Sir," she pronounced every word very carefully and with precise inflection for the desired effect.

"Ready my pet," I asked and she visibly shivered when I said 'my pet'.

"Always Master," she purred.

I pondered which way to carry this out. Should I be gentle or fierce? Perhaps a little of both might be in order. I dropped the hair spikes and slid my fingers into her hair. She let out a soft moan then and her head leaned into my hand. Then I made a fist and pulled her close. This time Mom growled as I slowly pulled her head back. 

"I can feel how upset you are Jon," Mom said suddenly. "You have every right to be pissed off. Now do me a favor and take it out on me."

I turned her head so I could look her in the eye. There blazing in hot challenge was my mother's own lust just one notch off from a complete conflagration. The gauntlet had been thrown.

"You think you can handle my rage old woman," I shot back and she just smiled.

"You think you can break this old woman, punk..." she said baring her teeth to me.

Snap... hiss... burn... I walked her to the stockade and I didn't realize until after that her toes barely touched the ground. I didn't hurt her putting her in but I wasn't exactly gentle either. The top slammed down and with a mental thrust the stockade locked itself.

"Is Master going to beat my ass," she moaned.

"Yep until I purge the anger that is eating me up inside," I admitted.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM good this might just last a while," Mom moaned.

I selected a riding crop from the toys scattered around the room. I cut the air with it and man it whistled. This wasn't some novelty toy bought for the faint of heart. Oh no this was a genuine horse riding crop. The leather here could welt and bruise her ass but good. Instead of begging to be gentle Mom just wiggled that fine ass of hers at me. I guess it was her way of saying, 'do your worst'. So I did.

I lifted the crop up and let it fall at about thirty percent power. I didn't want to actually hurt my mom after all. The squeal of delight that came from her lips told me I was well in her pain tolerance. I examined her ass cheek and could smell how wet she was. I snuck her panties down a bit just to be sure.

"Oh you dirty little whore you," I said with a smile. "You are soaked."

"When I saw you two heading down here I was hoping something like this would happen."

"You want me to beat you ass don't you?"

"Oh god yes Jon," she pleaded. "I have been ever so naughty."

"You've been sucking other men's cocks haven't you," I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. SWISH-CRACK went the riding crop. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS," Mom howled.

"Dirty little cockwhore," I admonished. "Did you fucking swallow you filthy little slut?"

"Every fucking drop I could," she moaned. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK answered the riding crop on both of her ass cheeks. "Oh god yesss baby... Beat my ass..."

"You like that don't you whore," I accused.

"NNNNNNNNNNNN..." she growled. "You have no idea how good it feels!"

The riding crop fell in a long staccato down her back ending on each ass cheek. I could tell by her howl and the way her back arched that she had climaxed at least once. 

I knelt behind her and slowly pulled her panties the rest of the way down. She had gone from wet to absolutely drenched. With a little effort we managed to remove her underwear altogether. When I stood up again her back was beginning to redden nicely and her ass cheeks were a lovely crimson. 

"Tell me what happened Jon," she said once she had caught her breath. I reached to unlock the stockade and she cried out. "Don't you dare mister, I can hear quite well in this position."

I couldn't help but laugh at her predicament and the desire to remain in it. So I just launched into what had me so upset.

"The first ambush there was two of them. Assassins sent to kill me and retrieve the Aessence Stone."

"There was more than one ambush," she asked her voice cracking. "Jon, what is an Aessence Stone?"

"This is going to take some back story I can see," I told her as I pulled down my sweat pants and slid my cock into her drenched pussy from behind. "I might as well be comfortable while I fill you in."

She moaned as I slowly and leisurely fucked her.

"I had just finished my first task and acquired the Qual Amethyst..."

Moon of Ringed Planet:

Recent Past:

I gave both of them a proper human burial. I wasn't sure if the Qual even buried their dead. Iyaden and Kurnous were still settling into their new existence as digital echoes of their former selves. When I stepped from the pool, after washing the earth and sweat from my body, I was greeted to a wholly new and unwelcome sight. The Necropolis or as Kurnous called it, the sleeping city, was awash in hellish green bane fire. I was guessing this was the Soulless manifesting themselves after the demise of the last Qual. 

"Aw crap, really," I muttered as I donned the robes Iyaden had fashioned for me and took up the staff as well. "Let's get this over with."

I made my way slowly back to the city. I was in no hurry to face whatever the hell it was that was painting that gorgeous city with emerald hell fire. But as the ringed gas giant leisurely passed overhead I finally arrived at the edge of the city's heart. There arrayed in their funerary best were the Soulless. Once they were proud warriors, citizens and statesmen of the Qual people; now they were the restless dead who would speak to me and relinquish the Aessence Stone.

"I am the Sublime Master," I told them as I passed between their ranks.

"We are the Soulless," they wailed.

"I am here to collect a debt," I said as I neared the center of them.

"We are here to deliver that which is owed," they moaned.

I reached the middle of the pack and there taller and more regal than the rest were seven men or women in their finest. There was a central figure with six flanking him three on a side. I looked at the once Qual in the middle and spoke directly to him or her.

"Who are you?"

"I am the Primarch of this city and these are my six Exarchs."

"Why are you here?"

"We are all here to see the debt that is owed paid in full."

"You didn't answer my question, why are you here?"

"I don't understand Master..."

I looked around at the spectral figures around me. Each of them arrayed in their best garments and each of them lit up like a hellish green candle with their skulls blazing with bale fire. Once a proud people now reduced to this.

"Why are you here," I asked everyone assembled. "You are all members of the Qual. A race that has endured for uncounted years so I ask what has brought to this point?"

"Despair," said a female voice from the throng.

"We have lost hope," said another.

"Why," I asked raising my voice louder still. "Why has the proud and powerful Qual lost faith?"

"It isn't a matter of faith," replied the Primarch. "The Qual have no gods."

"Oh but it is," I said turning to him. "You broke faith with yourselves."

There was a perfect silence in that sleeping city. There couldn't be collective gasp of shock for they were dead. So I continued on.

"I see before me the cunning and gifted people that raised this very city from nothing. I see before me a small few out of billions that have stumbled and fallen."

"You don't understand," one of the Exarch spoke.

"Tell me then Exarch, why did you lose hope?"

"We are the last, when we ended so did our race," her voice sounded hollow as it travelled over that open space.

"You don't know that for sure," I replied.

"But we do. When you collected the Amethyst you took the very last two," cried the Primarch.

"Not the last," I said as I removed Iyaden's mask. "I am Qual."

Again that perfect silence fell upon the city.

"How can this be?"

"Who are you?"

"Tell us your lineage!"

"I am Jon Masters and I am awakened," I said. "Qual blood alone now flows through these veins."

Every blazing skull turned towards the Primach. The accusation was clear and he was to blame.

"I am the Sublime Master," I called out to the crowd. "And I have a new mission for the Qual who still dwell in this sleeping city."

"Tell us... tell us... tell us..."

"I want to be able to return in the future and find this city still standing. I charge you with its upkeep and survival. Will you accept this noble duty?"

"We will... we will... we will!"

The bale fire was gone from them. Now a clear emerald light shone in the darkness. Now a new purpose had been kindled. The wraiths of the necropolis were gone replaced by the spirits of the sleeping city. Like thought they disappeared into the buildings to maintain them until my eventual return. They all vanished, all but one. The Primarch stepped down from his high place and stood before me on equal ground.

"You gave them hope," his voice weak and tired.

"Yes I did, but your burden is almost over," I said softly.

"Yes," he said with a sense of welcome and eagerness.

"But don't think you still won't serve someone. You served your people faithfully and so you will serve me as well."

"Master I would be honored to be of any help I can."

"Good, where is the Aessence Stone?"

He pointed to his forehead. I replaced Iyaden's mask and reached in without hesitation. I extracted the hovering emerald and let it settle into my palm. I examined its beautiful facets and the cunning craft that went into its construction. Then solemnly I opened the staff and settled it into the socket prepared for it.

"You already have half the stones," he commented.

"Yeah, I hope it gets easier from here on."

"I somehow doubt that," the Primarch said with a soft chuckle.

"Somehow I think you are right, are you prepared?"

"I have been waiting for this for a very long time."

I reached up with my left hand and watched the black ring do its work. This time there was no body to leave behind only a fading of his emerald radiance. The Primarch took his place next to Kurnous with the ever growing population of souls I was reaping. I shivered at that thought. Was I actually trapping the souls of the living or in this case once living? Or was it just an excellent digital copy? I didn't really want to think about it.

"Time to return to the portal or whatever the hell it was that got me here," I said as I left the city.

Dungeon:

Wind Sword Manor:

So as I told my story my cock was pounding the living hell out of Mom. This was after all a form of punishment or well it was supposed to be. 

"Is that the end," Mom asked in a soft moan.

"No just a brief reprieve before I change things up," I told her.

"Changes things up," she purred now. "Changes things how?"

"I am glad you asked," I said as I eased my cock from her pussy.

"NNNNNNNNNNNN," she whimpered as she was empty.

Then I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart. Then I raised the head of my cock about half an inch and pushed. Relentlessly I shoved my cock back into her without stopping without mercy.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Master that's my...!"

"Yes it is now shut up and take it like the punishment you deserve."

Her moan of pain became a growl of pleasure.

"Fuck me Master... Punish me... I deserve it!"

"Yes you do... now where was I?"

"You were fucking me in the... oh you had just left the sleeping city..."

"Ah yes... and boy was I in for a huge fucking surprise..."

Moon of the Ringed Planet:

I had turned my back on the sleeping city. It was no longer a necropolis in my mind it was waiting, dreaming if you will, for my eventual return. I folded the staff that Iyaden had made for me and slid it into a convenient pocket on my left thigh. Then I pulled up the hood and headed for the bluff and my way out of here. 

I was walking through a grove of bush-trees; I never did learn what the hell they were called. I stopped and squatted down to pick one and examine it as I finished my walk. That's when things went to hell. The crystalline projectile passed over my head with a whistling sound followed by a deep thud. 

'What the fuck was that,' I asked Umbra silently.

'Scanning Master,' she said sending out a UV pulse from the watch. 'The projectile is eight feet behind you and appears comprised of a crystal-organic compound.'

'Projectile! Where the fuck did it come from?'

'Analysis of trajectory indicates the sniper is located on the bluff in front of us.'

'Storm... where the fuck are you,' I mentally shouted as I drew the staff out.

'I am in your hands Sir,' he said.

I looked down at the dark ornate staff. I didn't have time to mess around so I decided upon an exit strategy. Kurnous said that it was possible to teleport silently. I looked down at the empty row to my left and decided upon my destination. 

A good thousand feet away was a nice clear spot. I focused my full attention on that point and moved as slow as I could. He said if I could manage that the air would be balanced and no telltale popping sound would be created. I shifted my left foot to point in that direction and moved ever so slowly in that direction. A moment later I was there a thousand feet away. 

I slipped as quietly as I could between two of the bush-trees and waited. I didn't have long to wait. A figure in body armor armed with some sort of edged weapon appeared and was swinging his weapon where I had just been crouching. He looked up at the bluff and did a very human looking shrug. But he wasn't idle for long. He began looking for signs of my trail and I now knew I had at least two enemies to deal with.

New tactics were required. I couldn't take on the guy with the sword and a sniper and possibly survive. Iyaden and Kurnous were of no use as they were still acclimating to their new 'living' arrangements.

'I am open to suggestions,' I sent to Umbra and Storm.

'Allow me a second UV pulse to scan the closer assailant and see if I can find a weakness," Umbra asked.

'Do it and tell me if find anything,' I sent.

So while she scanned our friend I thought about what I had going for me. I could lift the guy up and drop him but his armor might protect him from that sort of damage. The same went for trying to crush him. Maybe something more subtle was required. I closed my eyes and reached out for any minds that I could detect. I sensed only the two, the sniper and the swordsman. If it worked in the movies maybe it'll work here. I imagined the swordsman's mind like a house. I snuck up to it below window level and peered in. There he was in his warrior garb looking for any sign of me. He was hyper vigilant. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. I imagined the sound of a soft foot fall behind him and to his right. He immediately spun and raised his weapon. Now his back was to the sniper. 




Evil Bitch Ch. 13



I backed away from him and snuck up to her mind. There she was lying prone her world seen through a scope. Though the rifle had an almost organic look to it the function was the same, kill from a distance. Hers was going to be a little trickier. I brought up in my mind an image of me sneaking up behind her partner with a nice shiny knife in my hand. She would see me pop up and try and stab him. I pushed and sent the crystal clear image into her mind. Your partner is in danger and you have only seconds to react! Oh and react she did. She put three of those wicked crystal darts into her partner. Two hit high up on his back and one dead center of his skull. He never realized what hit him. He was dying even as he hit the ground.

Blindly almost instinctively I reached out with the black ring and snatched his dying breath and ensnared him within one of the crystals. I wanted to know who the hell had hired these fuckers. That I was successful was as surprising to me as it was to him, of that I am sure. Now it was the bitch's turn to die.

'Master,' it was Storm. 'There is something you may want to know about.'

'What's that Storm?'

'While I was spending time with the son he mentioned something of great interest.'

'And what was that,' I asked as a distant rumble of thunder could be heard.

'Well that Sir,' he replied. 'Apparently the close proximity to the Gas Giant we are in orbit around causes daily weather phenomenon.'

'You are telling me there is a thunder storm heading our way?'

'Yes Master,' Storm said.

'How does this help us?'

'She is located on the highest point and I can help you channel a localized ion field.'

'In English Storm please.'

'With my help you can let me earn my name.'

'Oh no shit,' I exclaimed. 'You mean hit the bitch with lightning?'

'As you put it so eloquently Master, let's burn the bitch!'

I actually laughed and its wicked sound echoed off the walls of the bluff. That had to be at least a little disconcerting to her. So I slowly lowered myself into a sitting position; careful not to disturb the bush-trees and give away my position. I closed my eyes and reached out for the heart of the storm. It was building rapidly and would dissipate just as quickly. I had one shot at this. The staff with Storm's guidance altered its form to that of a long slender battle blade. Qual runes covered every single inch of it and it began to glow with a wicked black radiance. My attack plan was simple. I was going to pinpoint her location mentally and teleport Storm above her. As he dropped he would act just like a lightning rod. Once he pierced her body he would draw down any and all of the lightning he could muster. I hoped this would work. The storm had just about reached its peak. With a mental shove the dark glittering sword appeared above her with a loud pop. Even as she turned onto her back to look up it was too late. The tip of Storm's blade pierced her dead center. Then the darkling sky turned day bright as bolt after bolt of lightning struck the sword and her. 

'Um Master,' it was Umbra.

"Yeah Umbra," I asked aloud now that the bitch was dead.

'I am concerned,' she said.

"What about," I asked her.

'There were three of the six stones in the staff along with Storm's stone. Do you think they survived that kind of electrical discharge?'

"OH SHIT!"

Once more instinct took over and I mental homed in on the staff. I took a fierce step forward willing myself next to him. I yanked Storm which was still smoking from the burned out corpse.

"STORM... STERLING... Goddamnit... Speak To Me!"

"Master does not need to shout," Storm said.

"Yes, the lightning was dazzling enough Jon," Sterling said. "I mean Master."

"I approve of the sword form Storm. I give it a ten out of ten."

"Thank you Sir I am glad you find it appealing. Sterling helped with the 'sensuous' curves in the blade and hilt."

"How long before I am able to question the one I snared into the watch?"

"Unknown Master," Umbra offered. "I would suspect a few days due to the traumatic way you performed that act."

"I agree it was traumatic, just like that fucking sniper's head shot," I snarled. "Speaking of head shots."

I walked over to the sniper's body and with one clean blow severed her head from her neck. Despite the massive electrical damage her skull was still intact. Perhaps it was a grisly trophy to keep but goddamnit the bitch tried to fucking kill me. With Storm's help I managed to remove most of the charred flesh and I soon held a gleaming white skull in my hands. I turned it this way and that examining it closely.

"So how do they differ from humans," I asked Umbra.

"You mean despite the second set of eyes Master? They bones are approximately ten times more dense that standard human and their muscle mass is around fifteen times more efficient. The male whom you had her kill could easily lift five times or more of the best Olympic human weightlifter."

"Holy Crap, I am glad I chose sneaky instead of head on with these two," I replied. "Do you have any idea what spectrum of light they see in?"

"The lower pair what appears to be their primary visual organ see further in the visual spectrum than humans but their color spectrum is far lower. That is probably due to a bright primary sun. The secondary pair sees short distances in the infrared spectrum so I am guessing they track prey by heat signature."

"Any obvious physical weaknesses I could exploit if I run into these guys again?"

"They are strong and hard to damage but I suspect they possess a slower reaction time. Still I would not recommend going toe to toe with one."

"Thanks Umbra I appreciate your vote of confidence."

"You are welcome Master," she said with a smile in her voice.

"I am going to have to talk with someone about a sarcasm subroutine. Is there anything else to report?"

"Perhaps there could be answers in their craft," Umbra said soothingly.

"What... Where is it? I am going to search it until I get some fucking answers!"

Umbra appeared in her Technomage guise and led the way. The thing wasn't parked all that far away. But it wasn't like anything I was expecting to run into. Nestled between two hillocks was a two hundred foot craft that appeared way more organic than mechanical. In fact after walking around the thing twice I found no obvious propulsion or aerodynamic facet to it at all. The texture of the hull was closer to snake scales but looked as hard as rock. 

Tentatively I reached out and touched it. To my complete surprise I got a mental response. What follows is an interpretation of what was exchanged not the actual dialogue. 

'Who are you,' the ship asked.

It in fact was more of an empathetic query than actual words.

'My name is Jon Masters,' I sent back.

'Where are the male and female J'Nai?'

'They are both dead,' I sent. 'I was forced to defend myself.'

'Are you my new Pilot?'

'Is there no one else on board or nearby?'

'No... are you my new Pilot?'

'I guess I am... I mean yes I am your new Pilot.'

My hand was suddenly stuck to the hull but the ship's soothing voice told me to relax.

'No harm... No harm... we are bonding Pilot.'

I forced myself to relax and before a few more heartbeats the process was over. Once I could move my hand I watched the craft take on a drastic change. The body of the thing looked like something out of some insane aquarium with wild blue and white patterning over the entire hull. The texture and body shape was definitely more like a manta ray or something. 

'Very colorful,' I sent to it.

'Pilot is pleased, that is good.'

'Do you have a name?'

'I am Ship and you are Pilot.'

'Okay I will call you Ship if you like.'

'I will call you Pilot.'

It was like talking to a five year old.

'Can you open up for me,' I asked.

An iris like opening appeared near the front of the craft and I entered not knowing what to expect. The floor of the interior was hard and firm but everything else had a very soft pliant look to it. I looked at the two seats that must have served the former Pilot and his partner. 

They were low to the floor with a spongy high back to them. The controls were utterly alien and I could make no sense to them whatsoever. 

'If this shape or configuration does not appeal to you I can alter my form to suit your needs.'

'Well let me look around first before we start changing anything.'

'Of course Pilot if there is anything you need just ask.'

'Can you show me to the former Pilot's room?'

Behind me I heard a soft sort of hiss and another iris had appeared and opened.

'Follow the rooms that are opened. They will lead you directly to your rooms.'

'Thanks,' I sent.

'Pilot I don't understand that word. What does it mean?'

'What, your former Pilot never thanked you?'

'No, I am unfamiliar with that concept, please explain.'

'Well the world I come from when someone does something for you it is common courtesy to thank them. It is a way of saying a job well done.'

'Even if it is a simple task such as opening a door,' it asked.

'Yep, it is what we call a kindness. All sentient beings deserve kindness.'

'Thank you Pilot for your kindness. Was that appropriate?'

'Perfectly, do you have any problems with me examining or taking any of the previous Pilot's belongings?'

'No whatever is on board belongs to you now. That I understand very well.'

'Is there any information about the J'Nai that I should know?'

'Oh there is much about them you must be unaware of; shall I share it with you now?'

'Sure, let's start with where they are from.'

'An excellent beginning Pilot, the J'Nai are from a binary star system...'

So that's how my education began, on what would prove to be my worst foes I had yet encountered. They came from a hellish star system with two suns a red giant and a white dwarf companion. The interior part of the system consisted of a huge meteor belt like that between Mars and Jupiter back home. The first two planets had been torn apart by the tidal forces of the two suns. The third planet was a burned out husk and a constant target for bombardment by those very meteors. Life amazingly arose on the fourth world what the Ship called Jnarin Prime. There not one but three sentient races evolved. Each race arose on a supercontinent. There was the J'Nai of course. The other two races remained unnamed, which was really strange. Until you realize the J'Nai didn't view them as sentient or as people. They were things to hunt and kill is all. The feline race lived in cities located high up in mountainous rain forests and possessed six limbs. They could and did run on all 'sixes' but could also walk upright for long periods of time as well. Of the three they were the most technologically inferior. When Ship showed me the last race I almost shit a brick.

"Marvin, take a look at this!"

The little tripod crawled out of the safety of my hood and stared at the hologram displayed by Ship. The third species was a race of tripod-like creatures that had evolved from an ocean dwelling ancestor. They and Marvin could have been separate offshoots of the same family. They shared many of the same characteristics like the three limbs ending in three pseudo-fingers. The three eyes spaced evenly around the hemisphere of the triangular shaped head. The details of the eyes were different though. This other race had triangular shaped iris along with a pupil divided up into three separate colors. They were red, green and blue respectively. Ship told me they were the only psychically gifted race besides them on the planet. These tripods possessed a very sophisticated society and technology. They were also as brutal a race as the J'Nai in many respects, especially their eating habits. When I asked about what they ate 

I got a wicked lesson in tripod anatomy. 

Apparently these creatures like the octopus could alter their skin and camouflage themselves. They could and would hang from low lying tree limbs and await their prey. On the underbelly of the main body were three overlapping flaps of skin. Each flap measured around a foot in diameter. They were closed most of the time. However when prey walked beneath the tripod the flaps would open revealing this killing machine's mouth and feeding tentacles. Three long tentacles would shoot out two would pierce the shoulders of its food while the third wrapped around the neck. The tentacles would then pull the hapless prey into the teeth lined maw. The hollow translucent teeth would then pierce the brain cavity and literally suck out the brain matter. Two of the feeding tentacles would be draining the animal of its life blood. Once the brain was consumed the tripod would thrust the tentacles into the chest and finish draining the blood. 

Marvin scurried back to my hood after the lesson on eating matters was done. I didn't blame him one bit. After watching a J'Nai get eaten by a tripod I had lost any appetite I might have had. Jnarin Prime was definitely off my list of vacation destinations, forever! 

One of the interesting things about J'Nai that Ship shared was that they were compulsive collectors. Whether it was a cultural thing or genetic Ship didn't know. But it did say that the collections ran the gambit from blooms and insects to gems and weapons. Apparently the former Pilot collected crystals along with weapons from his fallen enemies. He had a lot of both. I guess I had been smart not to challenge him. The weapons went from the easily recognizable, as far as form and function, to the truly exotic and esoteric. I didn't touch anything. I just wasn't that eager to accidently discharge something inside the ship. Now the crystals were another matter entirely. I looked at each and every one of them and handled many of them. He literally had thousands of them that ranged from the tiny to a cluster of green quartz-like crystals that stood almost three feet tall. But it was the rare ones that Ship directed me to that made me gasp. Two in particular caught my eye. 

The first was a fist sized piece of what Ship called helcaraxe. The irregular shaped stone changed color and hue with an almost mercurial fluidity to it. The heart of the crystal was the darker part and seemed to swirl like mist while the lighter outer part slowly shifted shades. 

Helcaraxe was found on only one world and it was currently highly contested by four separate governments because of the deposits of the rare stone.

The second was a cut and polished crystal that was about eighteen inches in length. It was the rainbow coloring that made this piece so exceptional. The wider end of the crystal was a deep indigo and as the colors progressed and changed from violet to blue to green to orange to yellow and finally ending in a deep red. The tapered stone was as elegant as it was beautiful. Its smooth hexagonal sides were cunningly carved with what Ship informed me were sacred J'Nai symbols from the holiest place on the home world, the temple of Sar and Quin. They were the twin deities that the J'Nai worshipped exclusively. Though there were many satellite places of worship on the continent and off world. There was only one true temple where pilgrimage was not only expected but demanded. 

Every J'Nai before their twentieth birthday was expected to visit the temple or be forever considered pariah. 

Ship informed me that this crystal was only given to champions who bested all opponents on the day they visited the temple. So it not only showed his spiritual commitment but his martial prowess as well.

As I turned to leave the small chamber holding the former Pilot's crystal collection something caught my mind. I would say my eye but it was a whisper in my head that drew my attention to the unworked crystal. I crouched down and reached for an ugly lump of charcoal covered rock. It was a little bigger than a baseball in diameter but when I touched it man it was electric! It is hard to describe the sensation but I will try. While I held the stone it was like all my thought processes were clearer and sharpened.

"What is this," I asked Ship.

"Oh that is just a piece of stone found on those you call the Tripod's continent."

"So this is fairly common then?"

"Oh no but it is a sign of the other 

Pilot's bravery. It is only found deep in caves mined by the Tripods. To prove his worth he ventured to the other continent and acquired it. The Tripods are very reluctant to part with it."

"I can see why. Do you know how they use these stones?"

"Mostly for personal decoration, though some of the larger pieces are displayed in town halls or other places of prominence."

"I bet they are. Do you know if there is a certain way these stones are cut and polished?"

"All archival evidence seems to show a standard way of processing the crystals."

"Can you please display those images for me?"

"Of course Pilot," Ship said and holograms of various prominent Tripods appeared.

"Stop, can you analyze that image Umbra and get me good clean idea of how that center stone was worked?"

"Yes Master," Umbra said as the avatar studied the hologram from all sides. "It appears a typical process of cutting and polishing with the grain of the crystal is used Sir."

"Excellent, can you scan the stone in my hand thoroughly for any flaws or weaknesses. 

Then develop a suitable plan for working this crystal for me."

"Of course Master," she said confidently.

The violet light scanned every side of the stone in great detail. Then Umbra displayed a hologram of the process once it had been worked out.

"Store that for future use. I want to see what this stone can do once it is cut and polished."

Dungeon:

Wind Sword Manor:

Mom's screams of pleasure and how close my own orgasm prompted me to focus on the matter at hand. Mainly fucking her rotten and coming as hard and deep in her as I could. As my cock swelled inside of her a new round of swear words and urging poured from her lips. I pulled her ass cheeks apart to watch as I slammed my dick into her as hard and fast as I could.

"Punish me Master," she howled. "Fill me up with your cum please!"

When I was moments away I pulled back and drove into her as hard as I could and hollered as my cock pulsed hot cum inside of her. She let out an ear ringing shriek as her body shook and she came right along with me. Panting and short of breath I slowly eased my cock from her tighter hole. I stood there staring at my handiwork. Both of her ass cheeks were cherry red. There were distinctive overlaying handprints forming a lovely pattern on her round bottom.

"Damn girl you can take a beating that is for sure," I praised her high pain tolerance.

"Has Master forgiven my indiscretion," she asked softly.

"I really am a softy at heart," I told her. "Yeah you're forgiven; just don't repeat your mistake or I won't be as lenient as I was here."

I released her from the stockade and the first she did was rub her ass cheeks.

"Will Master finish his story?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Well what happened to Ship and the stone you found on board?"

"Well the stone is at a high end jeweler here in London being cut to my specifications as we speak. And Ship well that is a little harder to explain; that involves subspace mechanics and pandimensional engineering."

"It's in the backpack isn't it?"

"Yeah it is," I admitted staring at her in awe. "How the hell did you figure that out?"

"It seemed like the only place big enough to store something that large."

"You get an A for the class today."

"What happened next," Mom asked eagerly.

"Yes Master what happened next," said a sultry voice from the doorway.

I smiled and grabbed the leather chair and sat down. The hooded figure approached and knelt down as if waiting for me to do or say something.





Evil Bitch Ch. 13



"Is there anything I need to know," I asked the kneeling figure.

"Yes, I would suggest you hire a new driver. Otherwise all is well within these walls Master."

"Really now that is a surprise, okay I will take care of that right away. Excellent work by the way."

"Master is too kind," the mystery woman replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?"

"Not at the moment, would you like to stay for the next part of this story?"

"No I all too familiar with it Master. I will retire to my room if that is alright?"

"Get some rest you deserve it. Perhaps I can stop by and check up on you?"

"MMMMMMMMM please do," she purred. "My door is always open for you Master."

With that she rose to her feet, turned and left. Mom watched her go and her mouth fell open when she saw the small tail swishing from a long slit in the back of the dark robes she wore.

"Jon was that a tail I saw?"

"Yes it was... let me explain."

Mom moved to kneel in front of the leather chair and took my cock in hand and began to clean it with her mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM where was I?"

"You returned to the triangular platform."

The Blind:

I stood once more on the triangular platform looking at the inscriptions once again. I decided I would see who the Blind were and which stone they possessed. Maybe I could make this one short and sweet. I walked across the catwalk and into the tunnel beyond. The light dimmed until I was forced to activate the lowlight feature on the contact lenses. 

The tunnel ended after a shot jaunt and the landscape beyond was barren of any sort of plant or animal life. But that doesn't mean it was completely lacking in anything of interest. 

There were long wooden and metallic tubes of varying lengths and diameters imbedded into the entire landscape. In each of the tubes were notches. So when the wind blew, which it seemed to do perpetually, there came almost an orchestra of sounds from the tubes. The range of sound was from a tinny brass arrangement to a deep woody Japanese flute. I am sure they served some purpose but what it was eluded me.

Then I saw the procession arrive. They were tall and thin figures all dressed in dark colors. 

Though the hooded robes they wore ranged from deep emerald to royal blue to a singular figure in blood red. The procession stopped about ten feet away and man were they tall! The shortest of the Blind stood at least eight feet tall and the tallest close to nine. The figure in red bowed from the waist and extended all four of his arms up and away from his spindly body. I mirrored his movement and bowed and thrust my arms out. 

"Greetings Sublime Master," the one in red said in perfect English.

"Greetings Leader in Scarlet," I replied not knowing what else to say.

He reached up and pulled back his hood revealing his features. It took everything I had not to shiver. I had seen Egyptian mummies at the natural history museum and this guy was not far off. His skin possessed a dry almost parchment quality to it. And it was pulled so tight to his skull that I could almost make out each and every facial muscle. But I think it was the eyes or what little was left of them that left me cold. The sockets weren't quite empty but was left could be of little or no use to them. That's when I realized what the tubes were for. I pulled back my hood and removed Iyaden's mask and waited patiently.

"Now we see eye to eye, in a manner of speaking," the leader said with a hideous smile.

"I have come to collect a stone and a debt," I said as calmly as I could.

The Blind weren't exactly the most pleasant looking folks but perhaps they were nicer inside than out. I should quit assuming things from now on. The leader gestured for me to follow and the procession turned and unerringly headed uphill through the blasted landscape and field of tubes.

"You navigate using sound," I said.

"Very perceptive Sublime One," the leader replied. "Yes since this twilight home of ours is so dimly lit we have had to adapt."

"Ingenious really," I told him.

"Why thank you, it makes moving around easier. It also makes the hunt more delightful."

"The hunt," I said. "What hunt?"

"Oh you'll see," he said with a savage smile.

"Can't wait," I replied and then lapsed into silence.

It was hard keeping up with someone's who stride was vastly superior to my own but I managed. If they were hunting anything shorter than they were the prey was doomed. Though they appeared thin and wasted to the point of death they strode up that hill like it was nothing. They were deceptively rugged despite the feeble aura they gave off. 

We reached the top of the rise and perched there was a large stone structure centered on a hexagonal rotunda. Each of the eight sides looked out over what could only be described as a vast labyrinth. Scattered throughout the maze were square holding pens where 'people' moved and squirmed about. I could only assume that these poor bastards were the prey they were going to hunt later on. From this height it was difficult to make out what species they were but some were most definitely humanoid and others were not. 

The stench rising up from the nearest holding pen was enough to send me reeling away from the overlook. The leader in red or Red as I was beginning to call him in my head gestured to one of his lackeys.

"My most sincere apologies Sublime One," he said bowing low. "I forget that we have long since grown accustom to the scent of our prey."

A little while later I heard the squeal of female voices and the sound of running water. The smell died away and I could only imagine what they had to endure within the pen. I turned to face Red and asked him about the schedule for today's ritual.

"So how exactly did you have this all planned out?"

"I am glad you asked," he said smiling his skeletal grin. "There is a gift that the council wished to offer you. Once you have made your choice then you will announce the start of the hunt. After the glory of that event then the stone will be returned and the debt will be paid. It will be fairly short and sweet so as not to take up too much of your valuable time."

"Sounds simple enough," I replied. "So what kind of gift did the council want to offer me?"

"Well before that I would like you to have the opportunity to me the high council," this he said with another low bow and in walked a procession of dark robes figures. 

This time however there were insignias or decorations, albeit disturbing ones that clearly defined them as people of great importance. I bowed as I had before with arms outstretched and they returned the gesture. Unlike meeting VIPs back home that was the end of it. No names or titles were exchanged it was just that simple. If they wanted to remain nameless who was I to push the matter? It was less time with these strange and unpleasant individuals. 

Among the twenty two members of the council there was one ancient fellow at the front who had been carried in on the backs of four burly male slaves. His sedan chair appeared crafted of precious metals and stones and must have weighed a ton. He also was the only other one wearing a unique color and no decorations like Red. He wore solid black and beamed at me with great anticipation in his demeanor.

"Bring them in," Red called out.

It wasn't quite like herding cats but there were a few reluctant slaves that were ushered in. 

They were all naked and they were all very obviously female. It was at this point that I classified them as either near human or not even close. The near humans if dressed in standard jeans and a t-shirt could pass for human. The others would have issues trying to pass wearing hooded cloaks and gloves. There were twenty one of them in all and I immediately picked out the female J'Nai in the group. She was one of the reluctant ones. I steeled myself and did not take a step back away from her as I was wont to do.

"Now before you choose," Red said a hint of excitement in his voice. "You should know that there is a standing wager between myself and the gentleman in black."

"So what's the bet," I asked.

"If I am correct in guessing which of the females you choose all of his estates will forfeit to my family after his demise."

"However, if I am correct," Black said. "He takes my place at the payer of the debt."

I walked among the girls giving them a cursory glance. A few of them got my attention; some among the near humans and one or two among the not even close category.

"What if I want say two of them?"

"Interesting," Red replied.

"Yes very interesting," Black agreed.

"Tell you what," I proposed. "If the first one I choose is either of yours I will answer that person's question as truthful as I can. If the second one I choose is either of yours I will answer but in a more limited capacity. However, if I choose two that are neither of yours I keep them without penalty."

"I accept," Red said without hesitation.

"HMMM," Black thought it over for a long minute. "Very well that is a very generous wager Sublime One."

"I take it you are all aware of the two that have been chosen," I asked the other council members and they all nodded in agreement. "Okay let's get this choosing over with."

I took the girls and separated them into two obvious groups. There were the near humans on one side and the not even close on the other. There were murmurs amongst the council members at this point. I am guessing that they both chose a female that was near human. Then I arranged the girls in order of what I found appealing about them. I did the same with the not even close group as well. I backed away making the choosing last a bit longer that's when I noticed it. There were eight females in the not even close group as there should be. And there were fourteen girls in the near human line up, one too many.

"What the hell?"

"Sublime One," asked Red but it was Black who saw it as well.

"There are too many females," Black called out.

"Yeah that was my count as well," I agreed.

It was the girl with the emerald green hair and ruby red eyes that stood out. I walked over to her and eyed her up and down. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was completely and utterly unafraid. She wasn't afraid of me or the Blind or hell anything as far as my gut instinct was telling me.

"UMMMM," I said to her leaning close. "You got the hair and eyes reversed."

"Damn it I was so close," she cursed then smiled up at me.

"Everything else is well perfect," I told her. "Even the emerald pubic hair is kind of cute actually. Sort of reminds me of the anime girls that artists draw back home."

"Then I will keep the hair," she said and her eyes shifted to match the exact color of her hair.

"So you are a shape shifter," I asked.

"That is one of my talents," she admitted.

I walked around her and ran Iyaden's mask through the full spectrum to try to catch any other clues. I stopped it on one interesting setting and saw that despite the sun's vast distance some negligible radiation did make it this far. I looked around me and saw the landscape in this new point of view. Though the coloring and shading were vastly different I did notice one distinct anomaly about her. This woman had no shadow no matter what spectrum I looked in. 

'Sterling,' I sent directly through the contacts. 'She has no shadow. I remember something about that and it is bad, very bad. Find it for me and quick while I stall.'

'Yes Master,' she replied.

"So sublime one," she said as I checked her out. "Do you like my ass?"

"It is without flaw," I told her and meant it. 

"And my tits are they pleasing as well?"

"Aphrodite herself must be envious of them," I said as I eyed them.

"My legs are they enticing enough for you?"

"Men would die to have them wrapped around them."

"I will tell you something Sublime Master," she said leaning very close. "Men have died with my legs wrapped around them. They have died in ecstasy but they have died all the same."

That was when I noticed it. The blood red hour glass that was just below her perfect belly button. A red as deep as that in her eyes and I knew it wasn't there a mere moment earlier.

"Aw hell," I muttered.

'She is a pandimensional being Master! She is one of the Great Old Ones!' Sterling warned but all too late now.

"Fuck me rotten," I cursed.

"I accept your proposal," she purred.

"Wait," I back pedaled and she just smiled.

"Relax," she said laying a hand on my chest. "That was meant as humorism."

"You mean a joke?"

"Yes," she smiled even wider now. "That was just a joke. You can scan this form if it pleases you Jon Masters. I can see it in your eyes, its okay."

"Thanks," I said as Umbra sent out a tight high def beam to capture physical perfection.

"You are most welcome."

All the while this was going on Red, Black and the other members of the council were deep in conversation. When the scan was done she touched my elbow and led me to one of the eight balconies. Even as we walked a growing desire to know who and what she really was burned in me. 

So I mentally snuck up to her mind. Now imagine if you will a classic WWII German prison camp with the barbed wire fences, guard towers with spot lights and dog patrols outside the fence line. That was her mind. I peered passed the outer perimeter and saw one single spot that was free of observation. That alone gave me warning. She had erected a nearly impenetrable defense just to leave one spot unguarded. She was already in my mind and knew I what I was contemplating. I felt it down to my core. Well go big or go home I thought to myself.

I had a crazy idea and decided to go with it. 

What could go wrong? I didn't allow my mind to answer that. I brought my full attention on that one spot that supposed chink in her otherwise flawless armor. I imagined my perception moving from where it was to that point. Call it a psychic teleport. Here goes I thought as I stepped forward. There was no popping sound but there I was in her mind and beyond her defenses. And as far as I knew I was right where she wanted me.

I looked around to orientate myself. My back was to the wall of a corrugated steel building. Just to my left was a metal door. On the door was a sign. 

Warning: What lies beyond this door maybe too much for even you.

The letters were large and black set on a bright yellow background. The door was unlocked and no alarm went off when I opened it. The interior was dimly lit by small circular lights overhead. They were evenly spaced in rows that ran along the ceiling. As I looked around I saw my destination. In the center of the building was an area illuminated from above by a circle of those small lights. Something moved in that circle and it was not even remotely humanoid. 

I didn't hesitate to move towards that inhuman figure. The lights created a pool of shadow and it was that obscure area that made me question my decision to be here. We always fear the unknown. That is what I was facing a great and terrible unknowable force. I stopped at the edge of the shadows.

"Step inside Jon," the voice said. "Do not falter now."

I managed to gather my courage and pierce that darkness and come face to face with the stuff of nightmares. In shape it was the culmination of all the things that make us find insects so disturbing to look upon. The eyes were multifaceted and grouped in a tight oval around a fang lined mouth. As it moved the exoskeleton seemed to shift and change to an even more horrific form. Each step brought a new nightmare to mind. But those horrible eyes seemed to possess some internal illumination like the bale fire from the Soulless. Unlike those poor creatures this flame seemed to dance in the darker end of the spectrum. 

"Am I not beautiful," she asked.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," I said.

"Then tell me Jon what does your mind's eye behold?"

"I think you pick and choose what people see. You exist on more than one plane at a time. You are so beyond my kin words fail me."

"For a man of so few words you paint an accurate picture," she purred. "I am neither of these things and so much more. You are quite right that I am so outside your simple body formed of simple matter."

"Are you going to kill me now?"

"Kill you, whatever gave you that idea?"

"I assumed that this was either a test or a trap."

"You assumed quite correctly. It was a test."

Then she fell silent. I stood there waiting for her to say something but she never did.

"Did I pass," I asked finally.

"Yes, now be a good lad and wake up!"

The next thing I knew I was standing on one of the balconies looking out over the carved landscape. There were dozens of large holding pens and connecting them a massive maze. At the center of the maze one open area larger than the rest. But I saw no exit to the labyrinth. This was in fact one large death trap. It was designed to maximize fear and minimize harm to the hunters. They could bunch up their prey in the long winding alleys and kill them at leisure. The few who made it to the middle would be in a frenzy of fear and have most of the fight driven from them. How effective can you get? 

"I have a question for you..." I began.

"You may call me Vana," she purred in my ear.

"I am curious Vana," I tried again.

"Go ahead ask it already I know you want to."

"Which two of the girls would you choose?"

"What," she stammered but recovered instantly. "You are wiser than you look Jon Masters."

She turned and began heading away further up the hill and deeper into the living complex.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question," I called after her.

"When you are done playing around find me in the Crypt," she said over her shoulder.

"The Crypt," I muttered. "Great sounds like a great place for a rendezvous."

Then I began to laugh remembering Mom and me in the mausoleum back home. I turned to face the girls still standing in the two groups and immediately saw that Vana had in fact answered my question. One girl from each group now bore a black hourglass on their body. The near human with the long blonde hair and blue eyes had it just above her sex. The not even close girl had it just below her cute little belly button. I grabbed each of them by the wrist and tugged them forward.

"I have made my decision."

There was cursing from both Red and Black when they saw who I had chosen. But honor bound they let me take both of them. That saved two lives instead of just one. Now I had to move things along so I could catch up with Vana and find out what she had planned.

"Is it time for the hunt," I asked and they all nodded. "So what do I do?"

Red, followed by the rest of the council, directed me towards one of the other balconies. I learned then that there were a total of six mazes. But only one of them would be used at a time. Directly below the balcony were massed the citizens of the Blind and I could almost feel their hunger. Though they never spoke their hands were very animated as Red came forward to address them.

"On this day we repay our debt to the Sublime Master. On this day we return that which was borrowed. On this day we HUNT!"

Now the crowd roared its approval. Then Red stepped aside and I took his place. I looked down at the upturned sea of emaciated faces with their dead eyes.

"Soon the pens will be opened. Then the hot press of bodies will flow through the alleys of the maze. You will smell their fear and their panic. They will scream and cry out for mercy but none will be delivered. It is time!"

"It is TIME!"

"It is TIME," I echoed.

"TIME... TIME... TIME..."

"Let the hunt BEGIN!"

They turned and surged towards the maze with a howl. 

"Ever consider a position in politics," Red asked me.

"Nah, I hate politics," I replied and he actually laughed.




Evil Bitch Ch. 14



Jon finishes his story about his time collecting the Library Stones. Below is a brief explanation of them and how they relate to technomagic.

Viridian Mind Stone: Represents the direction of East, the element of Air or the powers of the Mind

Fire Stone: Represents the direction of South and the element of Fire or the powers of Energy

Chronarch's Sapphire: Represents the direction of West and the element of Water or the powers of Time

Pharaoh's Pyramid: Represents the direction of North or the element of Earth or the power over Matter

Aessence Stone: Represents the direction of Heaven or Above or the element of Souls or Life

Qual Amethyst: Represents the direction of Below or the element of Space or Dimensions

I hope that clears things up a little. Jon was sent to collect them by Nyarlathotep for reasons yet to be revealed.

I hope you enjoy this installment. 

*

Dungeon:

Wind Sword Manor:

Mom had spent the entire time I told her about the Blind and Vana licking my cock perfectly clean. I was bordering on a painful erection at this point. She shifted positions now and knelt between my legs. She trapped my cock between her soft but firm tits. Now Mom was slowly tit fucking me as she looked up at me with a hungry smile.

"So I take it," she said as she licked the head of my cock when it popped out from between her tits. "...the plan was to save two girls and not just one."

"MMMMMMMMMM that was the plan... damn Mom you do suck a mean cock."

"That's because all the nice cocks are boring," she moaned.

"I take it that tight little pussy of yours feels the same way."

"You better believe it. But no pussy for you, until you shoot cum all over me," she demanded.

"Yes Ma'am whatever you say."

"Now what happened after you left with the girls?"

The Blind:

Crypt of the Solar Titans:

The three of us made our way up the hill. It looked like it was going to take a little bit so I decided a little small talk couldn't hurt.

"I like your tail," I told the girl on my left.

"Of course you do," she said coolly.

"Wow... okay," I said turning my attention to the gal on my right.

"You aren't J'Nai, are you related to them," I asked tentatively.

"As a matter of fact my people are," she said with a smile. "We share a common ancestor but living conditions on two worlds created two distinctly different races."

"That's interesting," I said and looked over at the other girl who had long ago let go of my arm and was walking by herself. "Did I do or say something to upset you?"

"No Master," she replied bitterly. "You did nothing, however the universe as a whole seems to have shit on my entire species."

"Okay I won't bother you again," I told her and turned back to the blonde. "...So you share a common ancestor."

"Yes, my people settled on an idyllic world and cultivated a society of scientists, poets and dreamers. While the J'Nai, in order to survive their hostile environment, became what they are brutal savage killers."

"Interesting twin gods and sibling races," I said to her.

"Indeed," she agreed. "The J'Nai are the children of Quin as we are the scions of Sar."

"I take it Sar is not a blood thirsty deity?"

"Not at all," she said. "She is the goddess of poetry, dance and inspiration."

"So in a combat situation the J'Nai would wipe the floor with your people."

"You might think that but the monks of Sar are quite gifted hand to hand fighters."

"So you would argue that finesse trumps brute force."

"An elegant way of stating my side of things, yes finesse trumps force."

I glanced over at the other girl and saw that she was looking pissy again. I knew that I had promised to leave her be but damn it the air needed to be cleared. We were nearing the next level of this terraced city. So when we were able to access it I led us to the left and found a nice spot to sit down.

"Sit both of you," I ordered. When they were both seated I turned to the blonde and touched her mind. "Sleep and forget," I said and she fell backwards quite comatose. Then I turned to other girl. "Okay sweet cheeks what is your fucking malfunction?" 

"Why do you care? I mean all I am to you is a body slave and a whore."

"Scan me," I told her. "I can feel you are a gifted telepath. Take a look in here and tell me what you find."

She closed her eyes and I could feel her brush against my surface thoughts. Then suddenly she was diving deep and seeing things few people knew about me. Then I was once more alone in my mind.

"You wanted to save someone," she blurted out as tears fell.

"Yeah so can we lose the attitude and talk about what is really bothering you?"

"I guess it is all about learning that everything my mother ever told me was a lie," she said as the tears continued to trickle down her face.

"What sort of lie?"

"She told me from the time I was very young until I attended the Coda that I was special. She said that our people were special."

"What makes you think that you or your people aren't special?"

"We are the end result of a long term science project and nothing more!"

"I don't understand," I told her taking her hand and gently stroking it.

"My people were created in a lab. We are just piecemeal genetics from hundreds of other races. Do you know how that feels," she asked.

"Wait a minute," I said. "You are telling me that someone travelled across the galaxy collecting the best of other species. Then they spent god only knows how long working diligently to blend them into the gorgeous woman before me. You think that is plain or ordinary?"

Suddenly what I said hit her and stopped crying. She wiped away the tears and began to view things from a more logical mindset instead of an emotional one. I could see the gears turning and a smile slowly spread across her lips.

It was then that I took the time to really take in her beauty. The first thing that caught my eye was her unusual hair. It was long, straight and raven black at the roots. But by the time it reached the ends there was no color to it at all. In fact the hair became completely transparent and appeared made out of glass fibers. I slid my fingers into it and found it to be the softest hair I had ever touched in my life. 

Then I noticed the two tentacle-like tails that emerged from beneath her hair and lay behind and beneath each ear. They were thin, smooth and tapered to a very fine end. When I lightly ran my thumb across one the effect was not unpleasant for her. Her eyes actually fluttered a bit when I did that. When I started to do it again she stopped me.

"MMMMMMMM please they are very sensitive," she purred.

"Do they serve a purpose besides a sensual one?"

"Yes," she said and paused. "They allow us to echolocate."

"Amazing," I said and she smiled again.

"Here," she said taking my hand and laying it against her neck. "Feel that?"

"Yeah it is like subtle ridges."

"Those are my gills; we were designed for nearly any environment."

I pulled open the top of my robe and tapped my chest. She leaned in and listened. Then I tapped the other side. She moved her head and giggled.

"You have two hearts, that is wonderful," she said.

Suddenly we were comparing genetic traits the way bikers compare tattoos. Soon we were both laughing and her mood was much improved.

"I have been looking at this the wrong way haven't I?"

"Yeah, someone perhaps many some ones put a lifetime of love and dedication into the birth of your race."

"My mother was right, we are special."

"So what is this Coda thing that you attended?"

"It is a kind of academy that selects the best students and polishes them until they shine."

"Sounds pretty damn prestigious to me," I said.

"Oh it is, only the top one percent get in. They hone physical, mental and emotional skills until we are ready to go out and represent our race."

"So what sort of work were you chosen to do?"

"I was to be a bodyguard, assassin or courtesan, but I hadn't decided which yet."

"So what happened?"

"Mutt," slurred the drowsy Sarithi as she began to wake up.

"That happened," the other said. "Wherever I went I was greeted with that vile word."

"How despicable," I said turning to look at the blonde as she sat up. "You are no better than the J'Nai."

"We are no worse either; at least we were conceived naturally."

"You are both artificial," I said. "You and the J'Nai were sent out as an experiment nothing more. I am sure your parent race views you as imperfect branches on the family tree."

"Take that back or..."

She never finished as the other gal struck her with a wicked back fist robbing her of consciousness.

"HMMMM I guess bodyguard it is," she mused.

"So that I don't have to call you 'hey you' all the time..."

"...I am Illiria of the N'Dostii," she proudly introduced herself.

I sounded out her name and race slowly to get it right.

"Il-LEER-ee-uh of the Nuh-DOSE-tie, is that correct?"

"The pronunciation is correct but you sound like you are brain damaged when you say it."

"Jeez I was just trying to get it right," I said laughing. "Brain damaged... really?"

"No, but if she ever says mutt in front of me again she will be."

"I'll handle it," I told her.

I stood up and tossed the unconscious Sarithi over my shoulder. Illiria and I finished our jaunt up to the crypt in blissful silence. The structure was even more impressive up close. It had to be at least a thousand feet in height and a full city block square at the base. The exterior of the thing was covered in windows. But not in the conventional way by any means. Near ground level the windows were narrow high and arched. The level above that was scenic stain glass murals depicting gods, demons and horrors best left to the dark twisted dreaming of the insane. Each level above that was yet another style of glass and art to dazzle the eye. This wasn't just a crypt it was a celebration of light, the sun and myriad cultures from a thousand scattered worlds. 

My burden was beginning to wiggle as she woke up. I gave her a good slap on the ass to quiet her as I set her down on her feet. The bruise on the side of her head was darkening nicely. Once she was on her feet she spun around to face us and boy was she pissed.

"Who hit me," she asked ready to exact revenge.

"It doesn't matter," I told her.

Just as she was about to reply, we all heard the movement from behind one of the many massive pillars on the ground level. Suddenly she was behind me and the figure revealed itself. He was at least twenty feet tall as he drew himself fully erect. My first thought was some kind of crazy centaur but there was nothing equine about the thing at all. The lower half reminded me of a six legged dragon with its clawed feet and armored scales. The upper half was humanoid enough until you got to the face and its distinct blend of reptile, dragon and man. The torso also had scales but these were smaller and more iridescent like a fish or other aquatic. The entire color scheme was deep blues, greens and gold. 

"What are you doing here," it asked in a deep booming voice.

"I was told to come here by Vana," I replied.

"Then you are most welcome Sublime Master to the Crypt of the Solar Titans," he said with a bow.

"It is an amazing structure; pity the lighting is so poor."

"Pity indeed," the thing said. "Once it shone with the glory of ten thousand suns. Now it is a dim mockery of its former splendor."

"I take it you are this place's guardian?"

"I was but no longer. My duty is done and now that you are here I will depart."

"You shouldn't leave empty handed," I said as I spun and scooped the Sarithi into my arms. "Here a parting gift from the Sublime Master for a job well done."

He took her squirming form into his arms and looked her over.

"She is attractive enough but a little petite than most of my lovers."

"Oh she is plenty fierce and sturdy I promise."

"I like the fiery ones," he said with a smile. "The louder the better is my rule of thumb."

"Oh trust me she'll be plenty loud."

"Farewell Sublime Master," he said and lumbered away down the hill with the Sarithi flung over his shoulder still kicking and wiggling.

I began to laugh as I watched their departure but Illiria was not so amused. She had her arms crossed under her ample breasts and was glaring at me.

"Jon Masters, is that any way to treat a lady?"

"Are we talking about the same woman here," I replied.

"I was trying to find something your mother would say. And no she deserves whatever the big brute gives her."

"Well at least one of them will be happy. Besides I couldn't possibly keep her around. She was a liability to everyone's safety, especially mine."

"I will wait out here. The invitation was for you after all."

"I don't know how long this will take."

"Eh don't fret Jon I can take care of myself."

"I don't doubt that for a single moment."

The interior of the crypt was a series of concentric circular walls. Each set about one hundred feet apart like those Russian nesting dolls. After the fourth open doorway I found that I had entered the center of this level. There was barely enough light filtering inside to allow the low light option on the contact lenses to function. I didn't want to grope around remembering what Vana's true form looked like. But I didn't have long to wait after entering the chamber for her and her brothers to make their appearance. There were seven of them in total. Her six brothers opted for their insect form while Vana graced me with that stunning young woman I had seen earlier.

"Our Mother sends greetings Jon Masters," Vana said.

"Who exactly is your mother?"

"Are you not familiar with the Weaver?"

"That explains much," I said.

"I am glad that clarifies things for you Jon," she said in an almost intimate tone. "My Mother has an offer to make to you."

"Is She here," I asked trying to pierce the layers of darkness around me.

"No She is otherwise occupied. But has sent us as Her emissaries," Vana explained.

"Ah, so what can little old me do for the Great and Powerful Weaver," I said with the utmost respect.

"She wants you to work for Her," Vana said with a smile.

"In what capacity exactly," I asked.

"Mother needs a new Keeper of Secrets," she said.

"Oh is that all," I replied. "What is a keeper do?"

"Why you collect and keep secrets silly man."

"It is a great honor She offers me," I said and saw the fine line I was walking. "I will accept of course."

You don't turn down a being as old or as powerful as the Weaver, ever.

"I told you he was as wise as he was perceptive," Vana said to her brothers.

There came from them a sound like nails on a chalkboard and I assumed they were speaking. 

"My brothers want to know when you can begin working," Vana asked.

"I have two more stones to acquire, prior commitment and all that."

"Mother understands, so once those stones are gained She will be in touch."

"Okay, I will leave you to it," I said and began to turn.

"Jon where are you going," Vana asked as she settled her hand on my shoulder.

"I thought we were done."

"Oh no Jon, we are just beginning."

More sounds came from her brothers and if it was laughter it was the sort that terrified little children and grown men alike. 

"What more do you require of me?"

"You need to be prepared as a vessel for Secrets," she purred in my ear. "You poor mortal mind cannot possibly contain the knowledge you will gather for Her. You need to understand things better."

I had a flashback to the cave and what Nyarlathotep did to me and I shuddered. But I was way too deep to run now. Trust me that I wanted to run screaming from that place. I turned and was led to the very center of that place. The seven of them formed a circle around me and began to walk counter clockwise.

"Open your mind to us Jon," Vana crooned. "Drop all of your defenses and let Her in."

I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I lowered every mental shield that I could. Better that than what I felt might happen if I didn't. It began like a light whisper. It felt like a soft gentle breeze flowing through my hair. Then I knew someone else was in my thoughts. It was a dark cold intellect that brushed through my memories like they were nothing more than an inconvenience. Then She was triggering each and every life experience I had ever had. From the very first breath I took as an infant to that terrible sound of the jail cell door closing for the first time. My life was bare and naked before the all seeing eye of the Weaver. But it wasn't just the memories it was the emotion behind them that came flooding through. I was crying and laughing and climaxing all at the same time. Every dirty little secret was hers to know and She systematically went through them all. By the time She was done there was nothing She didn't know and I was raw from the experience. I felt like my skin was made of glass. A simple touch would shatter me and leave me broken on the floor of the crypt. 

Then I felt Her power flow into me. It too started off small like a light spring rain. But all too soon it became a torrent with hurricane force winds. I think I was screaming at the end as more and more of her energy became my own. I felt like each and every cell of my body would burst into flames. Then it was over. But it wasn't done with me not entirely. I stood in a dark place that vibrated with the sounds from ten thousand worlds. Each precise note meant something profound. The birth of a new born or the death of millions and it was all the same to Her. Life and death were just a different song for Her to enjoy. I turned to face Her. There like the mother of all nightmares was the Weaver in all Her unbridled horror and glory. She glanced at me with those eyes that seemed to number like the stars in the sky. I was once more naked and defenseless before Her.

"Not so frail now are you Jon Masters," She said Her voice was like a choir of angels or a den of devils or perhaps both.

"I am what you made of me," I replied.

"Yes you are and you are beautiful," She said. "Are you ready?"

"Ready," I asked. "Am I ready for what?"

"Your fall from grace dear boy," She chuckled.

Then I was falling. Streaking through time and space and dimensions known and unknown I became a falling star. I screamed as I fell. Even when there was no air to carry my voice I screamed. Just when I thought my sanity would snap and it would never end, it did. With bone crushing force I impacted the stone floor of the crypt. Mask and staff spun off in two different directions as my stomach gave up it contents in violent protest to what I had just witnessed. I heaved so hard blood vessels burst as bile and blood mixed freely on the floor. I fully expected a cartoon like outline of my body on the stones themselves but I was denied that little pleasantry. However the pain from every cell in my body I was given in full measure. I wanted to cry out but could only mutely whimper in agony. I rolled onto my back and looked up into the smiling face of Vana the Weaver Spawn. 

"Welcome back Jon how was your trip?"

"Fuck off bitch," I snarled.

"Tsk... Tsk... must watch that temper of yours," she said in dire warning.

"Or what you gonna do drop me off a skyscraper... been there done that."

"I suppose you have, haven't you."

I closed my eyes and ignored her. I thought about the Aessence Stone and the emerald light that had healed the Soulless. It was time to see if my healing factor could be given a little kick start. I imagined myself in a green cocoon of pure energy. I filled each breath with its light so that it flooded my body.

'HEAL,' I commanded with all my will.

The pain slowly began to fade. I could feel bones knitting back together. I knew that blood vessels and internal organs were repairing themselves. I guess Humpty Dumpty could put himself back together again. When the pain was gone I opened my eyes but the bitch was still there.




Evil Bitch Ch. 14



"What part of fuck off did you misunderstand?"

"Mother wanted me to give you something. But since you are being such a bastard about it..."

Suddenly the Weaver's presence was strong in the area.

"...Yes Mother I will do as you wish. I am leaving now. Check the stones in your staff Mother has added to your precious collection."

I sat up but by the time I wanted to apologize, Vana was long gone. It was probably better that way. I called my staff back to my hand and was surprised at how little effort it took. I did the same with Iyaden's Mask and began to head out when I heard it, the whisper of a mind below me in the crypt. The smart thing to do would be to just leave but when the hell did I ever do the smart thing? 

"I am going to regret this," I said to the empty air.

I followed the sound to a spiral staircase set into the far side of the central chamber's floor. I walked down and found the next level lacking any available lighting at all. I was forced to use Umbra's hologram as a light source. Well at least I had company. The walls were covered with intricate carvings depicting various solar systems. Some of them had only one sun like my own and others with as many as three. I was beginning to get really confused. If this was really the Crypt of the Solar Titans why the hell were the tombs under the ground? I mean for any other race burial seemed a logical idea. But to shut up beings who worshipped the sun made no sense. I examined the carvings in greater detail and could almost pick out one or two of the solar systems. Then I noticed the plain flat areas between the decorations. There were placed at regular intervals and were all the same shape and size. I leaned in and touched the cold flat material. It was then that I realized what they were. Now it all made sense to me. Just then the mind that had gotten my attention was much closer. I turned and saw her huddled near a large outcropping of stone. The thing she was leaning heavily against was a sarcophagus! It must have been fifty feet or more in length. 

"Titans indeed," I said.

"I am... I am... I am..." she muttered over and over then with a primal scream, "WHO AM I?"

"I am sorry I don't know."

"Who are you," she asked.

"My name is Jon."

"Jon," she said testing out my name. "My name is not Jon... give me a name Jon. I need a name. Please."

"Come closer so that I can have a better look at you," I told her.

She drew herself up to her full height which was nearly six feet. She was slender as a willow with average sized breasts and long ass legs. She reminded me of a female version of Storm with his albino condition. But this girl was different somehow. Was it her queer expression or was it the utter lack of imperfection? When she was close enough I could see what it was that was bothering me. It was her eyes; she was Qual or had Qual blood in her. Then right before my eyes her coloring changed like a pencil drawing being filled in. Her hair became black as night and her skin took on a healthy tan color. Those baleful red eyes turned a soothing cool blue in color. I decided to ignore her changes and find out more about her.

"How long have you been here," I asked her.

"I don't know."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Just a bright light and then I was here in this tomb," she said.

I reached out to touch her and she leaned away at first. Then she sniffed my hand just the way an animal would and only then would she let me get near her. I took her by the wrist and mirrored her action and took in her scent. It reminded me of Iyaden. She smelled safe and warm and loving. 

"Do you mind if I make sure you are unhurt," I asked.

"You are very kind," she said.

"This won't hurt a bit," I told her as Umbra scanned her head to toe twice.

One scan was for surface injuries and the other a detailed medical scan of skeletal and internal organ structures. While Umbra processed the results of the UVIS (Ultra Violet Infra Sound) images we continued our little conversation.

"So, have you been hiding over there long," I asked.

"Oh no I spent some time speaking with the Singer," she said with a beautiful smile.

"Who is the Singer?"

In answer the strange girl grabbed me by the wrist and led me forward towards an open doorway. Once there I could see that it opened into a massive interior chamber like the one above. At the center of the room was a huge pool and fountain. In the center of the pool was a white stone obelisk with strange characters on it. But I saw no sign of a singer anywhere.

The girl headed straight for the large circular pool and I followed. Once we reached the pool she leaned over the lip of the pool and splashed the surface of the water. I couldn't help but admire the view she offered me.

"You are a very naughty man," she said but didn't move or try to cover up.

"With such a gorgeous young thing as yourself can you blame me?"

"I suppose not," she replied.

Then there came a disturbance in the water and up rose the Singer. It was one part star fish, one part octopus and the rest fearless curiosity. Its skin was navy, cyan and white with a marbled pattern of intricate curves and swooshes. The Singer's fierce gold eyes regarded me.

"Ah little one," the Singer said, "You have brought someone new."

"I am Jon Masters," I replied.

"You are the Sublime Master, or you are wearing his ring," the Singer chuckled.

"It is my ring."

"And you are its," the girl whispered.

I looked at the girl her color now returned to its albino coloring in the presence of the Singer.

"Kadaena here is an empath," the Singer explained. "Her shape, coloring and form are dictated by those around her. When nothing in particular is desired, she returns to her natural state."

"How do you know her name," I asked.

"It is written all over her," the Singer replied. "Kadaena, it means the Hidden Strength."

"The hidden strength," I repeated looking at her more closely.

"Yes," the Singer continued. "Why is a chain so strong? It is the links that bind that give it resilience. She possesses that connection through her empathy."

Like most riddles once you know the answer it all makes perfect strength. Then Umbra told me that the medical scans were done and I failed to hide the shock of the results. 

"Chain indeed," I gasped.

"What is it," Kadaena asked. "Am I sick? Am I dying?"

"No you are healthy as can be," I told her. "Just some surprising results to the tests is all."

"Tell me," she demanded.

I looked at the Singer who nodded. The truth hurts and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

"I am not sure how to say this so I will just show you."

Umbra displayed a holographic image of Kadaena. Outwardly she was perfect in every way. Her biological symmetry bordered on the preternatural. But it was the internal workings that were most disturbing. The next image showed her skeleton and there highlighted for easier understanding were blue lines where the surgeries had been performed. The lines were located at the base of the skull, the armpits, the wrists, the hips and the ankles. Then there were the internal organs and the vast array of improvements that had been done. Her augmentations made mine and Liz's look pale by comparison.

"What does all of that mean," Kadaena asked.

"It means that you are the sum of your parts," I told her.

"Just tell me damn it!"

I blew out a heavy sigh before I could continue.

"Okay here goes," I said. "As far as I can tell you are perfect in every way. Physically both outward and internally you have not a single flaw that we can find. But to make you that way you were created from at least seven different female donors."

"What?"

"He means little one that someone handpicked the most attractive features of seven different candidates and brought them together to form you," the Singer added.

"Yeah, and that doesn't even begin to cover the internal modifications that you have undergone."

"So I was not born," Kadaena murmured. "I was put together in a lab somewhere."

"I am sorry," I said.

Kadaena sat down and I could see on her face that she was taking this news in. The Singer and I waited patiently. Then she turned to look at me.

"You said you were sorry, why did you say that?"

"Most people would take that news with some trepidation."

"Apparently I am not most people. I am the culmination of a life time of research and dedication. I will honor my creator by living a long and prosperous life."

I couldn't help but blink a few times and admire her attitude. The Singer appeared equally impressed with Kadaena.

"Little one you do us all proud," it said.

"I couldn't agree more," I added.

"Speaking of little one," Kadaena said leaning over and peering into the pool. "Where is it?"

"It," I asked following her example and bending over to look. "What is it?"

Something leapt from the pool and then everything went black. The next thing I know I am looking up at the ceiling and feeling violated.

"Did it rape me?" I asked feeling around my head for something attached.

I was greatly relieved to find nothing there. I sat up and took inventory. My staff was on the floor some feet away, rolled there when whatever the hell happened occurred. Iyaden's mask was nearby as well. But my watch was powered off and that struck me as very odd indeed. I turned it on and waited for Umbra to check in. I psychically yanked the staff and mask to my hands.

"Okay what the hell happened?"

"Oh it's gone," Kadaena mourned.

"What is gone?"

"The little creature that was living in the pool," she said pouting.

"Where did it go?"

"Away," she said.

That is all I ever got out of either of them. Whatever tackled me had simply gone away. Why did that not fill me with confidence? My exploration of the crypt was officially over.

"Fuck this noise," I cursed. "I am leaving. Singer, it was an experience. Kadaena, I wish you a long and fruitful career... whatever that ends up being."

"Wait! You aren't just going to leave me here are you?"

"Huh? You want to come with me?"

"Yeah silly," Kadaena said with an evil smile. "You found me."

"Now technically the Singer found you..."

"...Actually she found me. Besides I am not even near her species. Would you condemn her to a life here... in the dark?"

"Oh hell," I cursed again. "Alright but you have to behave."

"Then it is settled," Kadaena said with a huge grin.

She entangled her arms in one of mine and we were off. I looked over at her and she was now a stunning redhead with the green eyes. Though this time her eyes appeared like normal human eyes. She really was a chameleon of sorts. Umbra appeared next to us and her expression mirrored my own. It was that whole 'what the fuck just happened' look.

"Master, I have some missing time I cannot account for."

"That makes two of us. Scan Kadaena and me and maintain an ongoing medical update. Do periodic scans to make sure nothing is going to hatch out of my chest."

"Yes Master," Umbra said with a worried expression. "I see you have acquired another 'friend'."

"If that means lover," Kadaena said. "Then yes I am his newest friend."

"The manor house is going to get very crowded Sir if you keep this up."

"Yeah, tell me about it. And we are not lovers..."

"...Yet. When the time is right I will impress you I promise."

"That's a big ticket to punch there little one," I said.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I think I will like big," she replied.

"Aw hell."

The rest of the walk to the exit was in silence thank god. But of course we couldn't leave without Vana making an unscheduled appearance. She seemed amused by Kadaena's tight grip on my arm.

"Listen," I began. "I am sorry about my rude behavior earlier."

"Is she one of your other lovers?"

"No," I said.

"Not yet," Vana added with a smile.

"Oh don't you start that."

"Jon you are so much fun to fuck with," Vana said smiling even more now. "Apology accepted by the way."

"Thanks. So what can I do for you or um Mom?"

"How astute of you, Mother has decided to facilitate your collection of the library stones. She is in need of your services earlier than expected."

"What does that mean exactly?"

"Check your staff," Vana said repeating her statement from our earlier meeting.

I held my staff of office horizontally and silently told Sterling to open up. The small alloy panel covering the slots allocated to the stones opened and revealed that all the slots were filled, all seven of them. There was now a seventh stone added to my collection besides the six I had been sent out to find. I looked at the three new stones and their individual beauty. There was the tear drop shaped sapphire, the pyramid cut yellow diamond and then there was the oddly cut black gem. The new stone had seven facets and though as dark a pitch glowed from within unlike the other six.

"What's the seventh one represent," I asked Vana.

"Well as you know Mother has provided for you the Chronarch's Sapphire and the Pharaoh's Pyramid but in Her infinite wisdom She has also given you the Black Library. It is a deep and compelling compendium on the subjects of Dark Matter and Dark Energy as your people call it."

"So what does the Weaver need me to do?"

"She will contact you soon Jon Masters," Vana said as she turned to leave. "Oh and I have something for you as well."

She walked over and got close enough that I was unsure what she was about to do. She lightly touched my left arm and a brief electrical discharge could be seen.

"Imagine that," she moaned. "...Sparks between us. I will see you soon Jon, keep a light on."

"Oh I will."

Then with that queer wavering effect she was gone.

"I got to figure out how she does that," I said to no one in particular. "Umbra, are you alright?"

"Yes Master but I am running a full level diagnostic just to be sure."

"That's my girl; tell me if you discover anything amiss."

"Who was that Jon," Kadaena asked.

"That little one was the daughter of the Weaver," I said. "Someone so far out of my league they have to use astronomical measurements just to calculate it."

"She's that important?"

"That and she is that dangerous."

"Oh."

"Yeah, but let's have some fun now shall we?"

"I like fun," she purred and grabbed my arm again.

I led her outside and there still on watch was faithful Illiria. Who took one look at Kadaena and just shook her head.

"I swear you find them in the most unlikely places."

"It's a knack," I replied. "Want to see a magic trick?"

"I love magic," Illiria said.

"Good because this trick will bring the house down. Now I just have to find a sweet spot."

"Um Jon what does a sweet spot look like," the two asked as one.

"I am looking for a fissure in the rock," I said.

"You mean a big crack," Kadaena asked.

"Yeah."

"Like that one up there," she said pointing up ahead.

"Perfect."

We all walked up and I looked at the fissure and it was perfect. Then I went to the side of the tower and opened one of the windows and directed the girls to stand inside. Next I altered the end of my staff into a sharp alloy spike. I drove the staff deep into the fissure and joined the girls at the edge of the window.

"Ready for some magic," I asked and they both nodded. "Okay Sterling you are on. Let's start with a nice deep tone."

Though I could hear it and Illiria could feel it poor Kadaena just shrugged and waited. 

"Okay let's try another octave down and more power say twenty percent," I said to Sterling.

Now Kadaena felt it in her toes and so did every Blind in the valley below.

"Jon what are you doing," Kadaena asked.

"Well on my world there are trained singers who can break a crystal goblet with just there voice. This is the same concept at work. I am setting up a resonance or vibration in the ground. If I can hit just the right power and tone I can shatter the stone around the tower."

"Why the hell would you want to do that," Kadaena asked alarmed. "You will tip over the entire tower!"

"No I won't."

"Yes you will!"

"No I won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because little one when I found you I also discovered something else."

"What did you find?"

"Windows," I said smugly.

"Huh I don't get it. You mean someone built this tower with windows below ground. That doesn't make any sense."

"It does if you take into account that this tower is very old. So old in fact that a hillside grew up around it," I said.

While we were talking Sterling made adjustments on the fly and a deep rumbling ended our conversation. The three of us looked out as the staff was vibrating so much it appeared blurred to us. Then I looked at the ground around it and saw loose stones hopping and bouncing all over the place. Then there came the earth shattering kaboom. Okay it was more like a combination of an ear splitting cracking sound melded with an ultrasonic pop. I yanked my staff back to my hand just as the entire cliffside fell away in a shower of dust and an avalanche of furious destruction. The tower shook to its core but remained upright, thank god. 

What had once been ground level was now at least eight hundred feet in the air. Once more the whole of the Crypt of the Solar Titans was revealed! Damn I was good.

"Um Jon, how do we get down from here," Kadaena asked.

I was in such a good mood I scooped them up by the waist and teleported us down to view my handiwork. Sadly the Blind were not so blissful about the massive amount of wreckage I had wrought. We were soon surrounded by a mob of angry giants but to my astonishment it was Red that came to our rescue. Or maybe he was coming to theirs.

"Master why have you done this," Red asked his voice trembling in fear. "I know that the wearer of Black angered you but to this extent?"

Before I could even speak it was Kadaena who answered.

"My companion and I require clothing, where can we find some?"

The three of us were directed to one of the structures far enough away from the landslide to still be standing. Inside was a vast assortment of robes sadly all of them had four arms. Kadaena and Illiria picked out one robe each that fit their height well enough. I knelt in front of Illiria and hummed a little tune while I focused my thoughts on the excess sleeves. I imagined the material falling off and sealing like an open wound. To my pleasant shock it worked better than hoped for. When the bottom sleeves fell to the ground the open gaps closed up as if they were never there. I took a moment and did the same for Kadaena and they were now dressed in costly silks. I noticed that there was a stack of black robes in the corner.

"What is to be done with those robes there," I asked.

"Why they are to be burned Master, it is our custom. Unless they would please you then feel free to take them with our blessing."

"I accept your gift, girls if you will. Now about the crypt I will be taking that with me as well."

If I could choose an emotion to tie to the collective expression it would have been shock mixed with relief.

"Master," said Red. "You are going to remove the crypt?"

"Yes it deserves to be bathed in sunlight so that its true glory is revealed."

"This I have to see," muttered one of the Blind.

The girls had gathered up the wearer of Black's robes and as per my instructions left the domain of the Blind. They then headed directly back to Wind Sword Manor. I stayed behind to shift the tower from its current location to a more discrete one. Yes I put it in the backpack. No I wasn't sure if it would fit or not but I had to try.

The Blind were so put out over the events of the day that when I turned to say goodbye they were all gone. Not a single solitary soul remained. I shrugged and headed back to the passage and my way home. But sadly I was not to reach it unhindered.




Evil Bitch Ch. 14



I reached the triangular platform in a good mood and at a brisk pace. That's when everything went to hell. I was about two thirds of the way across it when something slammed into my chest. The next thing I know I am on my back looking up at twelve figures standing on the perimeter of the platform. Some of them were still dropping their active camouflage. It was something out of Predator or Halo or your worst nightmare. The dozen J'Nai warriors were armed to the teeth and wearing some sort of organic body armor. I didn't see the girls so I assume they passed unmolested. They wanted me and they had me at a great disadvantage.

"I am not sure if I should be honored or upset that you brought eleven people to back you up," I called out looking for the leader in the group.

"Give us the Shintai and we will kill you quickly," said one of the taller and older of the J'Nai.

"Are you the fucker who shot me?"

"Yes, now give us the Shintai..."

"Blah... blah... blah...," I said interrupting him. "The stone belongs to me. Now I am guessing you are the father of the pair I ran into on that moon, am I right?"

"Yes they were my children."

"Ah," I said looking down and seeing that my wounds were not healing and I was bleeding profusely. I didn't have much time. "So you noticed that I burnt your little girl to a crisp before I cut off her head and took it as a trophy."

"You dare dishonor her memory," he snarled.

"Speaking of dishonor," I said lightly touching all twelve J'Nai minds at once. "She squealed like a little girl for mercy before I turned her into a living torch."

"You are a dead man," he said bringing his weapon to bear.

"But at least I have my honor intact unlike a coward who brings so many for one man."

"They are family," he replied. "They are here to witness your execution."

Now I performed my little smoke and mirrors in their heads. They saw an image of me extend my staff of office and rise to my feet. Then he looked at each and every one of them in the eye.

"You are all a bunch of fucking cowards. When I die they will sing songs of how one man slew a dozen. When you die it will be in shock and dismay of how did this happen. So if you think you got the balls to take the Shintai from me... then fucking shoot already!"

I lay flat on the ground as the wicked exchange of crossfire ensued. The twelve J'Nai opened up with their deadly weapons and fired at the image in the middle. Like I warned them most of them died in surprise as they shot and killed each other. A few lay whimpering on the platform in their last moments. This time I really did use my staff to stand. I looked at each of them. One of the warriors was carrying what appeared to be a handsome looking crystal. I yanked it out of his startled grasp with my mind and took it as a reward.

"Now you fuckers can die," I said as I limped away.

Oh but not before one of those determined fuckers shot me in the back. If it weren't for Marvin hiding out in my hood I wouldn't have survived. The shuriken aimed at my head deflected off of him. So I turned and with a rush of rage fed energy shoved the lot of them off the platform telekinetically. 

"Just fucking die already," I moaned as I bled out.

Dungeon:

Wind Sword Manor:

Mom was lowering her tight little pussy around my raging erection. The anger had returned and she was ready to fuck it out of me. She rode me slowly squeezing my cock on the upward motion. Then she was dropping down suddenly letting gravity do the work for her.

"UHHH... UHHHH... damn I need this," I told her.

"I know baby," Mom moaned as she impaled herself. "Let mommy do all the work."

And she did. She rode me nice and slow. Mom fucked me senseless. Every man should have a woman like her in their life. As I sat in the comfy leather chair she leaned forward letting me see as my cock slid in and out of her tight hole.

"Like the view Master?"

"UH HUH," I groaned as her pussy massaged me like a velvet fist.

"MMMMMMMMMM good," she said as she dropped down. "UNNNNN god I love how your cock fills me up just right."

Then she was moving faster now. Driving her hips up and down hard and quick and I could tell she was close.

"Are you going to cum Mom?"

"Am I that transparent honey?"

"No, I just know you that well is all."

"MMMMMMMMMMMM that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside," she said as she lifted up and dropped down. "I am so close baby... can I cum?"

"Not yet," I said as I stood up driving her to her feet. "Kneel on the seat of the chair for me."

Still impaled on my cock she did as she was told. Then I grabbed her by the hips and began to hammer her pussy.

"OH GOD JON!!!!"

My fingers dug into her meaty ass as my cock penetrated her over and over again. Her cries of pleasure became one long rant of foul words begging me to let her cum. 

"When I slap your ass you can cum and not before," I commanded.

"Yes Master... slap my ass... oh god please hit me... do it... god damn it Jon... HIT ME!"

There was a long moment of silence as my cock pounded her pussy as hard as ever then... my hand came down in a deafening slap. The crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the walls just before it was followed by her epic orgasm. When I looked down Mom's back was arching as she came. My cock was buried deep in her pussy and she was grinding up against it as she climaxed. 

Mom was covered in sweat and panting like a bitch in heat. I stood behind her smiling from ear to ear. If I had been at a counselor he would have called this a break through moment. Of course I was still trying to figure out whose break through it had been. 

I eased my cock from her pussy slowly and without warning flipped her onto her back. It was an awkward position for her with her ass hanging off the seat of the chair but for me it was perfect. She looked up at me still catching her breath as I rammed my cock into her pussy again. But this time I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. The dark hungry light lit her eyes in a smoldering mask of defiance. Then my hips began to jack hammer my cock in and out of her. Mom's eyes closed and a sharp cry came from her.

"Take that you fucking cunt," I snarled as I felt the anger and something else rise to the surface.

I allowed enough air to pass into her lungs to keep her conscious but that was all. She was panting and gasping now as I brutalized her pussy. But a small rictus smile curled on her lips. It said to me 'Is that all you got?' and in answer I fucked her all the harder. 

When her back arched and I felt her pussy squeeze me I knew that she had come without my permission. What happened next surprised us both. I let go of her throat and slapped her, hard. Mom's eyes snapped open but instead of anger or pain there was a deeper hunger kindled. She somehow pushed herself up and into my arms. Now we were fucking standing up and her hot lips were on mine. Her tongue was down my throat and her pussy was squeezing me tighter than ever before. 

That long ago imaginary line was crossed, passed and disappeared back behind us somewhere. Her back crashed against the wall of the dungeon as I thrust up into her. My fingers dug into her nipples and squeezed as I drove my hips up and into her repeatedly. She bit my lip and drew blood. I felt her tongue lapping up the thick fluid and she moaned deep in my mouth. Then it was her teeth on my neck. As my cock penetrated her, her canines sliced flesh and she drank greedily. The mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me and with a titanic thrust of my hips I shot into her. My climax surprised me as much as it did Mom. 

She pulled her mouth free of my flesh and looked down at me. My blood trickled down her lips, over her chin and fell between her tits. She licked her lips and smiled revealing her extended canines and then I noticed her elongated irises. 

"Did you think you were the only one Sterling would listen to? Or the only one who ever dreamt of physical augmentations?"

"So what's it like?"

"MMMMMMMMMMM fucking amazing," she purred. "I can hear things so soft or so high pitched no one else even notices. I can smell you when you are fucking the twins. I can catch their scent too." Mom licked her lips again. "All my senses are on fucking steroids. Your touch is like ten times more sensuous lover. I can't even begin to tell you how much better sex is. Your cock feels like a steam piston inside of me. I can actually survive off of blood if I have to. But I can eat and drink too."

"Strong, fast and sturdy," I said as I began fucking her again.

"Oh yeah, but I keep it well hidden so don't fret."

"How long have you had this fantasy about vampires Mom?"

"Oh since I was a little girl. Ever since I read Dracula in school and I discovered all the hidden erotic messages the teachers missed. I wanted to fuck Vlad for so long. But you are way beyond any woman's dreams honey."

Mom's legs wrapped around my waist as my cock impaled her over and over again. She leaned up and licked my neck wound and it healed like magic.

"Is that another augmentation?"

"Yes, that way my dates don't freak out. It also removes any evidence of my naughty behavior."

"My mom is a vamp how appropriate."

"You mother is a cock hungry slut with a very high pain tolerance and don't you forget it mister."

Another involuntary slap flew from my hand and she became docile instantly.

"I am sorry Master," she whispered with her chin to her chest trying to hide her smile.

"No you're not," I said. "But you will be."

This brought a toothy grin from her.

"Are you going to punish me Master?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to fuck my ass?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to tie me up?"

"Yes."

"Goody."

"But not today," I said with a wicked grin of my own.

I bent my knees and eased out of her pussy. She stood there and pouted.

"But Master..."

The next blow sent her to her knees and she saw stars.

"I said not today, now get dressed and get the fuck out!"

Without a word she picked up her clothes and left. But I suspected she was smiling the entire way to her bedroom, evil bitch.

I looked around at all the toys and furniture that had once been a torture chamber. I was thinking about designing a play room with some of these. Yes that would work out nicely. Standing in the doorway were Louisa and Mary. Louisa whispered something in Mary's ear and she smiled.

"I have just the place," Louisa said before turning to leave.

Mary slunk over and dropped to her knees. She eagerly licked and sucked my cock clean of cum and mom's fluids.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Master," Mary asked looking up at me.

"You know as a matter of fact there is..."



Evil Bitch Ch. 15



EB: 15

Company Drops In:

Wind Sword Manor:

Dungeon:

I liked the cool silent isolation that the dungeon offered. With its thick stone walls and sturdy oaken doors, I was assured of privacy once I ventured down here. Well that was the idea at least. So there I was with Mary's lips eagerly wrapped around my cock. I had to admit there was something sexy about the way her narrowed cat-like pupils got my blood flowing. Then when she took my hands and placed them on either side of her head I knew that this was going to be a fun little romp.

I was fucking her throat with a mix of contempt and unbridled lust. I guess it was her eager submission to prove her worth to me that was contemptible. But the pleasure her talented mouth was giving me was sure worth a little disdain I suppose. 

Just as I was getting a great rhythm going Charlie walks in holding one of the J'Nai shuriken. He was completely oblivious of what Mary and I were doing. Well I sure as hell wasn't going to stop so I kept up the wicked pace my hips had just reached. 

"I thought I might find you down here," Charlie said. "I have been studying the construction and the material that these bad boys are made of and you sonny boy are lucky to be alive."

"Really," I replied as I ground my cock to the hilt down poor Mary's throat. "Go on."

"Besides the wickedly vicious anticoagulant smeared on the blades; the material isn't on the periodic table and I can only guess how the hell they even made it. But the mechanism alone shows a cunning and intellect that is staggering."

"So I take it you admire the son of bitches then," I said through gritted teeth.

"I think admire is strong but I do like their technology," Charlie admitted.

"Hmm... so how are you going to adapt it for our use?"

"Am I that transparent?"

"No but you do have a poor sense of timing," I told him.

Only then did he look down and see what was going on. He actually blushed as he saw me face fucking Mary. He had been so caught up in his desire to share what he had discovered he had lost sight of his surroundings. 

"Sorry Jon, I can come back later."

"Nah, Mary doesn't mind an audience do you slut?"

I eased my cock from her throat and she whispered to Charlie.

"I don't mind at all," she purred.

"Yeah the little whore doesn't mind you watching or even joining in."

"I don't think Becca would approve of me banging a dirty little skank like you," Charlie said. "Nothing personal you understand."

"It's okay; I am a dirty little whore. But would she mind me sucking you off?"

"Well... sucking ain't fucking... technically."

"That's the spirit old man, Mary if you would kindly assume the position."

"MMMMMMM Yes Sir," She said as she stood up, bent over and aimed her exposed backside to me.

Even as she did this she was already working on Charlie. Mary had his growing erection free and was stroking it slowly. When he was hard enough she began to lick and suck him. 

"Do you like that Mister? Do you like my lips wrapped around your nice hard cock?"

"Shut up you fucking tease and get back to it already."

Being the obedient little cock whore that she was Mary did as she was bid. Soon she was deepthroating Charlie and I was balls deep in her wet slit. Charlie having his hands full set the shuriken on Mary's back. Then he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began pumping his hips in a nice slow rhythm. 

I on the other hand was pounding her tight little pussy as hard as I could. There was that delightful slapping sound as our bodies met and that combined with the moans coming from her and Charlie made a delightful music. As I began slapping Mary's ass urging her tight little pussy to squeeze me tighter I noticed a figure silhouetted in the doorway. Nine guesses out of ten I would have been right but not today and not now. Liz stepped into the poorly lit chamber and I could see that hungry look in her eye. Ever since Sterling had used her as a guinea pig we had never actually consummated our lust for one another. Pity really no one could suck cock like she could and I do mean no one. 

"It called to me," Liz was whispering. 

"What are you talking about," I asked her.

"MMMMM how does she feel wrapped around you Jon," Liz asked as she moved behind me.

"Tight as can be," I admitted. "But what called to you Liz?"

"The thing on Mary's back... it is a soft voice and hard to hear but damn it I heard it and it led me here!"

"You mean the shuriken... how can a piece of metal call to anyone?"

"UMMMM Jon it's not metal," Charlie decided to fill in some details now that the subject had been brought up again. "Whatever it is, that material is organic."

"But you said it didn't show up on the periodic table."

"Yeah it was Becca that discovered it was fashioned out of some sort of bone."

"Bone... okay what the hell is going on... how can it be bone and calling to Liz?"

"It is because the donor is still alive Jon," Liz added. "She is out there somewhere."

"Why the hell didn't I sense any sort of presence when the damn thing and its siblings were embedded in my flesh?" I thrust even harder into Mary now my anger peaking. 

"I suspect she isn't very fond of males in general," Liz remarked.

"Okay I'll buy that, and it would explain how Becca discovered it was organic. On some level it made itself know to her."

"Herself Jon she is aware of what is going on," Liz said annoyed and aroused at the same time. Her hands roamed over my body as she pressed hers against me from behind. "Are you going to fuck me Jon," she moaned in my ear. "It has been so damn long for me. Don't make me beg for your cock."

"Perhaps I should," I growled as I felt Mary's pussy spasm around me as she came. 

By the expression of sheer pleasure on Charlie's face I could tell he had just shot down Mary's greedy little throat.

"Damn I needed that," he moaned as he pulled his dick free of Mary's mouth. "I will let you two discuss the matter at hand."

Charlie left without another word. He just tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped up and whistled a little tune as he left the dungeon. Mary eased her sore pussy from my iron hard cock but remained bent over just in case.

"Well Jon what's it going to be," Liz moaned as she began to jack my cock.

"You do present a very convincing argument," I moaned as she moved to stand in front of me.

"Do you remember that blow job I gave you?"

"Remember, girl that still haunts my erotic dreams."

"Good maybe I can reacquaint my throat with that amazing cock of yours," she said this as she dropped to her knees. "Come to mama," she purred.

Liz didn't bother with foreplay she just started deep-throating me. My balls were slapping against her chin as she drove her face forward. God knows I wanted to grab her by the hair and grudge fuck her dirty little throat. But she had been isolated from people for so long she deserved some control, at least for now. The thing is I knew she was reading my surface thoughts and I was doing the same to her. I was tempted to take it to the next level but was unsure she was ready for that level of intimacy. 

'Try me Jonny boy I just might surprise you,' Liz said mentally.

I sent Mary on her way but not before retrieving the shuriken from her back. I folded the blades safely away before I tucked the lethal weapon into my pants pocket. Then I gave my cousin Liz my full attention. The cock hungry slut was thrusting her face onto my iron hard dick ferociously. When I couldn't take it any longer I took handfuls of hair and began fucking her throat as viciously as I had been Mary's tight little pussy. 

Her thoughts were raw and open like a gaping wound. There was lust and hunger but hidden deeper and darker the need to be controlled and violated. This base desire went passed anything I had ever gotten from mom or the twins. Liz was angry and bitter on the same levels I was and needed an outlet for those emotions badly. My cock would be that outlet. 

I yanked my dick from her throat and pulled her to her feet. I dragged her over to one of the torture devices, the rack to be precise and bent her over it. I tugged her jeans down and slammed my cock into her very tight very wet slit. Her cry echoed off the stone walls. This wasn't about lust or love this was about anger and deep seated need to brutalize and be brutalized. I held nothing back and she begged for more. 

"Fuck me Jon," she cried. "Oh god I have waited so damn long for this!"

I could only growl in response. My fingers dug deeper into her ass flesh and I thrust into her with bone jarring force. Her cries were lost to me as a red haze fell over my vision. All I cared about now was getting off and shooting deep into her tight wet pussy. It got a little fuzzy for a long time. All I could do was thrust my hips forward and back. All I wanted was to feel her tight wetness grip me, squeeze me and pleasure me. When I finally came out of the sexual fugue Liz was on her back and my hand was gripped tightly around her throat. Her tits and face were covered in a mix of sweat and cum. Her eyes were half closed and her body was still twitching after what I assumed was a very powerful orgasm. I looked down and saw that my cock was buried deep in her ass.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM do it again," Liz slurred drunk on her multiple orgasms.

"If you are sure," I replied.

"Oh yeah I'm sure."

I slowly moved my hips and felt the much tighter grip of her ass around my cock. I thrust harder and faster now and the weak moans from Liz grew a bit louder.

"Shoot it in my ass this time Jon," she begged. "I want to feel it. I want cum in both my holes!"

I kept thrusting and reached down and spread her pussy lips apart and sure enough a mixture of her pussy juices and cum oozed out. From the ruddy coloring I suspected her pussy had gotten one hell of a pounding from me. Now I was balls deep in her ass and she was begging for more, what a gal! 

I pulled her ass so that it was on the very edge now. Then I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and went to town. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could manage. When I began playing with her clit Liz went from weak and moaning to freak and screaming. I guess she kind of liked that. I was just getting a decent rhythm going when her back arched and her ass lifted up an off the bench driving my cock deeper still into her tight ass. She screamed as she came and I almost came right alongside, almost.

"Damn Liz," I said fighting off my orgasm just a little while longer. 

It took her a little while to catch her breath and collect herself. While she did that I continued to move my cock in and out of her very slowly. I was enjoying the way her ass squeezed me. It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge and that was making this little tryst so special. Now that she had caught her breath Liz began to clench her ass muscles squeezing me each and every time I thrust into her.

"How is that Jon," she asked. "Do you like it when I grip your cock with my ass?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.... Yes," I admitted.

"Are you going to shoot cum in my butt?"

"UH HUH..." I grunted as my orgasm began to crest.

"OHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS I can feel your dick swelling in my ass.... Fuck me Jon..." her voice was cut off into a deep guttural groan.

I drove my cock into her once more as ferociously as I could. The slapping sound of our bodies filled the air and the scent of our lovemaking was strong and intoxicating. Finally the wave of pleasure hit its peak and crashed over me. I think I cried out as I shot into her. The next thing I know I am laying atop her and her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Don't leave," she whispered in my ear.

"I won't," I lied.

I held her for a long time. Then I eased out of her, lifted her up into my arms and carried Liz up to my room to rest. She clung to me child-like as we mounted the stairs.

"Jon, are there monsters," she asked me.

"What kind of monsters are you seeing," I asked her.

"They only come out at night, and they speak in my mind whispering in a language I do not understand."

"What do they look like Liz dear," I ask again.

"Well, they have three arms, three eyes and each arm has three fingers... am I imagining things Jon?"

"No Liz you are not," I tell her. "They are very real but they will not hurt you," I said wondering how the hell the tripod creatures got here on the grounds. "You are perfectly safe."

"Thank goodness," she said. "I was so worried when they ate that neighbor's cat the other night."

"Oh, they just got hungry is all," I said.

We reached my bedroom and I tucked her in. I started a shower and heard Liz's voice from the bedroom.

"Do you want me to do your back," she purred.

"If you do you won't get any rest," I shot back.

"I don't mind," she said.

"But I do, you need your rest. We will have plenty of time to play I promise."

"Well as long as you promise," she replied sleepily.

I slipped into the shower and fired up Iyaden's avatar for the very first time. She looked around and smiled down at my naked body.

"Jon you are naked," she said.

"Yes and I need your help," I said and I lathered up.

"How may I be of assistance?"

"Ship showed me a race of tripod creatures that share the home world with the J'Nai."

"Oh yes they are called the Rix," she said examining her surroundings. "They are barbaric as they are intelligent. They are very gifted psychics given as they have no vocal capacity. They prize a very rare element they call Earth Spark and what the other races call Psi-stone. It comes in two forms. The common form is a granite-like substance that they carry on their person to magnify their psychic abilities. Then there is an extremely rare crystalline form that they use to capture the souls of their greatest practitioners within. But that is only a rumor; no one has ever been able to prove it."

"The J'Nai had a piece of psi-stone in his collection is that common practice?"

"They are avid almost fanatical collectors. It is not unlikely they would risk life and limb to capture a piece for their collection."

"Interesting, so what would Rix be doing here on Earth?"

"Maybe they discovered a hidden source of psi-stone and are mining it?"

"Is there anyway of detecting that mineral from orbit?"

"Actually there is a particular energy signature that it gives off; I can supply that information to you for a search analysis."

"You are a peach," I told her.

"Is that a term of endearment Jon?"

"Um, yes it is."

"Thank you, shall I tap into your military network and search for that energy signature for you now?"

"You know how to do that?"

"I have not been idle during your absence," she said with a wicked smile.

"Well, have at it little lady," I told her.

"Accessing U.S. Gov. Sat. Mil. Array Black Night. Authority Code Level Ultra Black Mirror... Processing... Access Granted... Entering Parameters... Searching... Estimated Time Nine Hours Thirty Two Minutes..."

"Well now... you are full of surprises," I said. "Anything else I should know?"

"Not at the moment, but if anything does I will inform you. Um Jon..."

"Yes Iyaden?"

"I miss you," she said.

"I miss you too," I replied.

She turned and vanished from sight. I let out a deep sigh. Had I done the right thing? I wasn't so sure now. I felt selfish having preserved her the way I had. I finished my shower and needing some space left Liz sleeping peacefully. I donned some shorts and wandered the Manor House aimlessly. 

I was in the library and saw the outdoor pool and decided swimming some laps might do me some good. It might take my mind off all the crap going on in my head at the moment. I made my way downstairs and outside. I slipped off my shorts and dove into the deep end of the pool. Some mindless laps might also help rid me of this miasma of depression I was feeling. 

I guess I was somewhere around twenty five laps when something warned me and I stopped. 

I stood up in the shallow end of the pool, I looked up and that's when I heard the keen whistling sound. The sound got louder and louder until with a horrific crash something struck the water and sent up a geyser. The heat from the thing was terrific and it turned the pool water to steam. Then it cooled quickly sending up a cloud of fog that blanketed the entire area. I looked down at the water level and saw that it had been cut in half. What the hell?

There was no use attempting to use night vision is these conditions they would be useless. Then a figure stood up and began walking towards me. Well stagger would be more accurate as she approached in a kind of jagged line. I could tell by her sensuous silhouette that it was a she but beyond that I was clueless. But once she was within ten feet I could make out her features.

"Vana, holy shit what the hell are you doing here," I asked even as I moved to catch her as she fell.

"Hello Jon, nice to see you again," she moaned in pain.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I happened to her," said a very familiar voice.

A second figure stepped out of the fog. It was only then that I realized that the fog was frozen in place along with the pool water. The naked figure was perfection personified or more specifically my dream girl made manifest. She was barely five feet tall. The long mane of red hair hit the back of her ankle. Her emerald green eyes blazed in the darkness as she approached. The rest was sheer perfection. The Asian body with its luscious 36C breasts topped with puffy nipples. The flawless dusky skin painted delicately with a light topping of freckles. The shaved clam shaped pussy that was dripping with need. It could be only one being in the entire universe.

"Hello Weaver," I said as I lowered my eyes in greeting.

"Hello Jon," she replied. "How is my Keeper of Secrets?"

"I am well," I said. "However, Vana here looks a little under the weather."

"She does, doesn't she," the Weaver replied. "Why don't you tell Jon why that is daughter of mine."

"I failed my mother," Vana said.

"Failed," I said. "How could someone with your abilities possibly fail?"

"Indeed," the Weaver said. "Unless..."

"Unless I required the skills of a mortal to finish a mission," Vana said.

"Why didn't you come and ask my help," I asked her.

"Why indeed," the Weaver mirrored my question. "But that is not why I am here Jon Masters."

"Okay I'll bite, why are you here Great One?"

"I am here to elevate your status within my hierarchy," she said with what could only be described as an evil smile.

"I am not sure I understand," I said.

"Just this," she said. "Vana here has failed me for the very last time. You are going to take her place."

"I take it this isn't an offer," I said with a visible wince.

"No, but this time there will be no pain. Since a portion of my power already flows through you this event will be almost pleasurable. Where is that fine symbiot that was crafted for you?"

I reached beneath the watch band and retrieved the folded runic material.

"You see Vana mortals are so very clever. Please Jon be so good as to slip it on. Yes that will do just fine. Now I will give you what I took from Vana."

The Weaver did not lie. This second go around the power was nothing short of intoxicating. I almost climaxed twice! I also realized that the symbiot and the watch were now an intricate part of my being. She had kept the avatars separated during the process, thank goodness! I almost felt sorry for Vana, almost. 

"You can dismiss or call the symbiot at will. When away it exists in a pocket dimension very similar to that backpack you are so very fond of carrying around. Now speaking of dimensions you must learn how to multitask as Vana's brothers do. Granted you are at a great handicap in this as you were not born with this ability. But it is something you must be able to master."




Evil Bitch Ch. 15



"I don't understand..."

Suddenly there was this gut wrenching sensation and I was standing in two other places at the same time. I nearly puked. I looked around and I could see all three environments simultaneously. I blinked and looked at the Weaver and she was standing in the exact same spot on all three dimensions. I kept my gaze fixed on her for now.

"Good you are learning quickly," she said. "But after a while each of your other selves will have to act independently. However, for now I will send minions to watch over them until you get the hang of this. I am not without some measure of understanding of these things."

"You are very gracious," I said.

"I also have a small going away gift," the Weaver said as she tossed me a small black crystal.

"What's this?"

"I know you wouldn't dare ask for a full body scan of the form I have taken, that crystal holds that information as well as other intimate details I thought you might enjoy. Farewell Jon, Master of Secrets. Vana."

Then the Weaver was gone. The fog began to roll again and waves once more lapped at the shallow end of the pool. I practiced dismissing and summoning the symbiot armor. Vana just sat in the shallow end of the pool staring at me. Then two minions appeared and led my other selves away on the other dimensions and talk about disorientating. When I was standing still in the pool and they were moving, ugh. 

"How the hell do you do it," I asked her.

"Do what?"

"Stand still on one plane of existence and walk around on another?"

"You get used to it," she said. "When I first started doing it I fell down a lot. Then it just kind of became second nature."

"She set you up," I said.

"What," Vana said.

"Your mom, the Weaver set you up to fail."

"So my pride was my failing?"

"Yeah," I said. "But it is more than that isn't it."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Seriously, you don't see it," I asked her. "Or is it your diminished capacity?" She shook her head so I continued. "Why the fuck me?"

"What do you mean why you?"

"Why did she choose me as her Keeper of Secrets in the first place? Why did she set you up to fall now? Why did she give me your power? She could have simply distributed it evenly among your brothers or kept it herself. So once more I ask you, why the fuck me?"

Vana finally made the connection, now that I laid it out in front of her. Her face scrunched up like she had just eaten a lemon. I was suddenly very concerned about her, well not her per se but all the memories and information that she was carrying around inside of her. Trying out my new abilities I was able to summon from the London factory a blank avatar crystal. It was kind of like reverse teleportation. Instead of teleporting my body somewhere else I was teleporting an object to me, how cool was that?

A short mental brainstorming session later and I knew what I needed to do. I quickly etched the proper qual runes on the underside of the crystal. Then with a deft wrist movement I managed to press it against her forehead in the proper position. The crystal flared to life and Vana's eyes went blank for a good five minutes or so. 

While this occurred I switched my full attention to what I began to think of as my avatars. One was located on what appeared to be the dream realm, a fairly safe domain for me to get used to this multiple consciousness thing. The other was wandering around the idyllic gardens of Vanaheim with what appeared to be several vanir maidens. I hated to think what would happen when they were let loose in dangerous situations and I was in a business meeting here. 

I returned to my attention to my 'Earthly' form just before Vana was due to wake up. I removed the stone from her forehead and looked at it, a perfect copy of her entire mind. Then I slid the crystal into my watch and continued on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"So what am I going to do with you," I asked her as she blinked her eyes.

"Do, what do you mean do? I will make my own way in the world just as I always have."

"How do you think you'll do that?"

"Sell my skills to the highest bidder of course," Vana said.

"What sort of skills?" 

"Oh, I see your point. Alright what do you suggest?"

"I think I should keep you close at hand. Your brothers may want to remove you from the equation now that you are so vulnerable. Besides you have knowledge that might prove valuable to me."

"You are right on both points. Can you provide me with garments and housing?"

"Yes, you can stay here; there are plenty of spare rooms. When I head to Berlin you can come along until I figure out what is best on how best to utilize your talents."

She stood up and turned around.

"By the way have you ever had sex," I asked her.

"You mean physical intercourse?"

"Um, yeah," I replied."

"Most assuredly not," she said disgustedly.

"Boy, are you in for a treat."

"I doubt it," she said.

"Trust me you'll change your mind."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh you'll see," I said. "Follow me and I'll take you to your room."

"You aren't going to try and seduce me are you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know," she said. "A part of me does and a part of me doesn't."

"Looks like you are fitting into the female role just fine."

"What does that mean?"

I just laughed and led her to an empty room near mine.

"My room is two doors down. It is polite to knock before entering, good night."

"Wait, um aren't you going to read me a story, or warm milk or something?"

"Oh good grief, you are far too old for that stuff. But if you want I will tuck you in."

"Yes that would be nice."

I opened the door, pulled back the covers and gestured for her to climb beneath them. Vana having never slept in a bed before was not sure what to do next. I gently pushed down on her shoulder until she was prone. Then I pulled the covers up.

"Now what happens?"

"Well you close your eyes and drift off to sleep."

"I have heard of sleep but what is it?"

"Oh boy," I moaned. "It is a restful state that humans require to restore their energy."

"Will I dream?"

"I don't know. Perhaps you will. After the traumatic day you have had you might even have a nightmare."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"It is part of being mortal."

"So many vulnerabilities," she moaned. "How do they handle it?"

"They don't have any choice in the matter. They are born that way. They deal with them one at a time, just as you will. Now close your eyes and try and relax."

"I will try," Vana said and as I watched her breathing became regular and before she knew it she was fast asleep.

"Thank god," I whispered.

I decided to return to the pool and restore the water level. I didn't want anyone jumping in and getting hurt. Or worse wondering what the hell happened to all that water in such a short period of time. As I was walking down the main staircase there was Louisa at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed under her breasts.

"Another lost soul under our roof Master," she asked.

"Yep," I said with a smile. "But not for my bet I assure you. That one is nothing but trouble."

"She is strange I give you that."

"You have no idea how strange," I said.

"Oh, by the way your mother was looking for you."

"Did she miss me in the dungeon?"

"No, I think that is why she is looking for you," Louisa replied smiling.

"Voyeurism runs in the family."

"Not just yours Master."

"I am sure she will find me, eventually."

I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and we went our separate ways. Luckily no one was at the pool and I gave a second glance around before I did my little parlor trick. The fog had cleared and I slipped into the shallow end of the pool. I felt this was definitely a do or do not moment. I felt the immense power there but how to use it that was the problem. Calling a crystal from across town was easy but this was a bit more challenging. Where does one get that much chlorinated water at without simply draining another swimming pool? Once more the answer came as a sort of brainstorm idea. One very isolated downpour later and my problem was solved. I wonder if anyone in the Manor House dreamt of rain or thought they heard it raining during the night. It didn't take long to refill the pool. With that done I decided to return to swimming laps. I had some sexual energy to burn off after seeing Vana naked and tucking her in. I knew she was trouble but still she was quick fuckable.

I had barely started swimming laps when I saw mom slip from the doorway and into the pale moonlight. I stopped in the shallows, turned and looked at her. 

"Do you mind some company," my mom asked.

"Come on in the water feels great."

She stripped down, sashayed on over and dove into the water. Mom came up about midway down and swam towards me. It didn't take her long and then she was sitting next to me. I looked over and took in her naked beauty. She was no longer the middle aged woman I knew she was a gorgeous teenager once more thanks to Sterling and the nanites, those microscopic machines that coursed through her system. Her body was in great shape and her breasts were young, firm and perky. Mom's nipples were hard as little pebbles. Whether that was from the cool water or something else I didn't have long to wait.

"So you and Liz eh," mom asked.

"My little peeping Tom," I replied smiling.

"She was so very loud and the way you were pounding her tight little ass how could I not look in on you? Then the way you choked her over and over until she came one after the other. I admit I was more than a little jealous of her."

"So you want me to pound that tight little ass of yours?"

"Yes."

"And I suppose you want me to choke you as well?"

"YES."

"You want to come multiple times just like Liz?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

"I don't know I mean I just did all of that so recently."

"You want to do something different?"

"Yeah I was thinking about putting you face down on the rack and get you stretched out. Then I could fuck your pussy or ass at my leisure. What do you think?"

"Oh god yes Jon... you can do anything to me and I would love you for it."

"Yeah I know."

"Do I have to beg for it... again?"

"Begging works for me."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM I really need your cock inside of me. Please Jon... I am begging you to tie me up. Beat me... hurt me... fuck my tight little ass!"

"HMMMMMM I don't know... perhaps if you were to suck my cock... or wrap those firm young tits around it. Then I might believe how serious you are."

"Sit on the edge of the pool son of mine. Then I will show you how badly I want to feel that cock of yours inside of me."

"Yes mom."

I stood up and moved to the side of the pool. I sat down and spread my knees apart.

"Come over here cock whore," I said.

"I am coming baby..." she moaned as she knelt before me. "Who's cock whore am I?"

"Mine?"

"Uh huh," she said as wrapped her fist around my cock and began pumping it. "How does that feel?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM nice," I moaned.

"That's just the beginning lover bear."

She dropped her mouth to the head of my cock. I felt her tongue flicker over the head. Then her mouth wrapped around me. I let out a long low moan. I watched as her head moved slowly down. I could actually feel when the head of my cock slid into her throat. Mom played with her nipples as her head bobbed up and down on me. Even though Liz and I had just had a very intense encounter my hunger was yet to be quenched. 

So there we were completely exposed for anyone to walk up on us. I guess that was part of the thrill. The twins or one of the staff could peek out and see what was going on. I moaned and took a fistful of hair and 'helped' mom along as she sucked my cock. 

I had to admit I was shocked to see Charlie standing at the deep end of the pool. His face was beet red once again and I knew he was feeling out of his comfort zone once more. Yet he crossed the distance his eyes locked on my mother's ass. He licked his lips and looked at me. When I nodded he smiled, stripped down and dove into the water. Mom was too engrossed in what she was doing to pay attention to anything else that was going on around her. Charlie surfaced directly behind her. He rose from the water with a wicked hunger in his eyes. His hands clamped down on her ass cheeks as he aimed the tip of his member at her soaked slit.

"Uh uh... the other one," I said.

Mom moaned for all she was worth as the head of his cock pierced her ass. If he had any doubts they were removed when she thrust her hips backward impaling him inside of her. I saw his fingers dig deep into her ass cheeks just before he began to thrust into her. Mom's head came up as she growled.

"Fuck my ass mystery man... drive that cock into me as hard as you can! I need it! I want it!"

"Shut up cunt and get back to sucking my cock!"

Without another word Mom returned to pleasuring me. Charlie did as he was asked and began pounding her ass with quick powerful thrusts of his hips. He clenched his teeth as her tight ass gripped him. It wasn't long before he was panting and groaning. He and mom were in perfect sync. Each of his thrusts coincided with one of her moans. Then she wrapped her tits around my cock and began pleasuring me with them. Now she could moan for all she was worth. 

"Oh god lover fuck my ass! Harder please... please fuck me harder... YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

"Do you want two cocks in you baby," I asked her.

"Oh yes... please..."

I moved to lay on the concrete. Mom and Charlie joined me. Mom impaled her pussy on my cock and Charlie returned to hammering her ass. What a night! I thrust up into my mom as Charlie timed his movements with mine. Mom was all screams and pleas for more as we took our pleasure from her two holes. Charlie was grunting louder and louder now. Her tight ass was taking its toll. I knew that he couldn't hold out for very much longer. I quit fighting my own orgasm. I wanted to time it right so that we filled her pussy and ass with cum at the same time. 

"I'm gonna..." Charlie began.

"CUMMMMMMMMMM..." mom cried out as all three of us came at the same moment.

"UNNNNNNNNNN," I added as my cock pulsed inside her soaked pussy.

Mom fell on top of me panting and wheezing. Charlie eased his dick from her butt and sat on the concrete gasping and smiling like an idiot. 

"Oh yeah I almost forgot you need to stop by my lab when you can. I have something to show you."

"Can it wait for later?"

"Oh sure... well I got go, again."

"Again," my mom asked.

"Yeah he walked in on me and Mary earlier tonight," I said.

"My my you have been a busy body haven't you?"

I just laughed. I pointed to my cock and mom lowered her head and began to lick it clean. When I looked up again Charlie was gone, Ghostwalker indeed.

At some point I must have fallen into what I could only describe as a blissful sleep. When I woke up I was still naked, still prone on the concrete but it was Becca who was sitting next to me instead of my mother. 

"Oh hey Becca what's up?"

"Was Charlie here earlier?"

"Yeah... he wanted to meet me later in his lab."

"And that's all," she asked with a tone in her voice that spoke volumes.

"What do you mean," I said not wanting to implicate Charlie in anything.

"What I mean is him being unfaithful," she spat.

"Oh that..."

"Yes that Jon! We have been together for decades and now this whole rejuvenation thing has ruined everything."

"I can reverse things if you want," I said and saw her fear at those words. "Okay what do you want me to do Becca?"

"I want revenge; I want you to make love to me. But not now and not here, I want to have you all to myself for an entire night. I will let you do whatever you want for however long you want to."

"Well how can I say no? You tell me when and where and I will be there."

"Count on it, you better get something on we are all getting ready to leave."

"Everybody, what is going on?"

"The girls are going shopping silly boy. Your sisters spread the word last night that all the girls in the manor house are to go out for the day. We are leaving in about half an hour."

"Oh okay... have fun."

Boy was she pissed at Charlie! She left me with an evil grin on her face. Was she thinking about fucking me or fucking Charlie? I can't imagine being exclusive for that long and then having your partner breaking that kind of trust. I hadn't helped any. My offer of Mary blowing Charlie had started it all. I was partly responsible but it had been Charlie's decision in the end. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt but it passed quickly enough when I caught sight of Becca's tight little bottom as she walked away. It was only sex after all. 

I got dressed and decided it was time to say goodbye to the girls and see what was so damn important in Charlie's lab. I caught up with them at the front door. I gave my sisters and my mother a hug and kiss before wishing them good hunting. Everyone piled into the limo and headed off to shop their brains out. No doubt I would be privy to a fashion show when they returned. If I knew my sisters it would end up being even more than that. Shopping was a kind of aphrodisiac for them. I couldn't wait until they got back!

I showered, shaved and dressed in fresh clothes. I would visit Charlie's lab and then I would do some exploring of the grounds. There were still a few parts of the acreage I had yet to see and I was eager to stretch my legs. With this in mind I threw my backpack over one shoulder and took up my staff of office as a walking stick. I walked down to the first floor and raided the fridge before moving to the dungeon and the lab. Like the rest of the massive rooms below ground Charlie's lab was cool, damp and unusually quiet. When I reached the door that opened onto his work area I found a little yellow sticky attached to it. It read...

'Working on temporal experiment, enter with caution.'

I shook my head and opened the door slowly. There was a queer blue-green light that filled the room. On the far wall of the chamber was Charlie's workbench. The strange light came from a massive bubble of energy that surrounded most of the bench and at its center was Charlie. I stepped closer slowly and noticed the qual runes on the floor only after examining everything else. The energy seemed to flow from the runes and they formed the bubble. As I watched Charlie seemed to move in bursts of blurred motion. It was kind of like watching an entire movie in fast forward. Then without warning the bubble collapsed and Charlie turned to face me.

"Hello Jon," he said with a great big smile.

"What the hell was that?"

"I have discovered a way to manufacture a bubble of time that allows me to work faster than that of the time outside the bubble."

"Okay but why not just use the digital workshop that Sterling set up for you?"

"For just that very reason, it is digital. Everything I create there still has to be assembled in the real world eventually. This way I can do both. Have more time and physically create things at the same time."

"Aren't you worried about something happening?"

"Nah, I have fail safes built into the runes. Nothing can possibly go wrong."

"If you say so, is this what you wanted to show me?"

"No I almost finished with the prototype. I hope you like it."

He turned and lifted up what appeared to be a human arm. Then under the work light I could see the slight waxy complexion of the artificial limb. Besides the slight coloring issue the arm appeared perfect. He handed it to me and the weight of it was surprising. It was light and as I turned it this way and that Charlie was explaining how the limb was operated.

"A small crystal interface is surgically implanted in the recipient's brain stem. This will allow mental control of any and all limbs. There is a monitoring program to keep the limb functioning properly. It will keep the user from crushing objects or people. It will allow only so much pressure to be applied. It should function as well as the original; it even allows for touch and temperature sensations. Brilliant design really you should be very proud."




Evil Bitch Ch. 15



"Proud, hell Charlie this is absolutely astounding work really."

"I just wish I had thought of it," he said.

"I thought you had, where did you get the schematics then?"

"You are kidding right; they came from you... didn't they?"

Had they? I had no memory of this particular project but then I had so much going on right now. Maybe I had Umbra or Storm start something and forgot about it.

"Yeah... I have been juggling way too many projects."

"You should get some rest you look like hell."

"I think this walk will do me some good."

That was the end of the conversation. Charlie took the artificial arm back and turned back to his work bench. I started to leave when the loud crackling sound filled the air. I looked over my shoulder at the expanding wall of light rushing towards me. Then there was nothing. 

Twenty Four Hours Later... Precisely

Teleportation sucks when you are unprepared for it. When the world returned there was Charlie's lab but it was dark and empty. The lenses turned night into day and I headed for the door. I made my way upstairs to the turmoil and chaos of a house in complete disarray. I braced myself as my mother literally threw herself on me and hugged me like I would evaporate in a puff of smoke.

"Where the hell have you been," she asked still clinging tightly.

"Um what are you talking about," I asked.

"You have been gone for an entire day. No one could find you anywhere. I even contacted your boss for help and he could come up with nothing."

"The last thing I remember is a blast of white light in Charlie's lab then it was pitch black. It felt like I teleported but without any sense of control."

"I am glad you are okay," mom said finally letting me go.

Two steps later I had one of my sisters on either arm. They escorted me upstairs and into my bedroom.

"So how was your shopping trip," I asked.

"We got some new unmentionables," Carol said.

"Are you up to a private showing," Colleen asked.

"That would be a nice distraction considering."

Without another word they raced off. I blinked a few times at the closed door. I hated lying to my family but the truth of what had happened was too terrible to share. Maybe in a few weeks or months or even years down the road I would tell them the long sad tale. I stood up and changed into pj bottoms and a silk robe. I propped up some pillows and got comfortable on the bed. Suddenly there was a parade of scantily clad young women. The first were some of the maids who brought wine and snacks for the show. I poured a glass of wine and was sipping it when my mother walked in wearing a see through top with a black t-bar. Her perky tits and nipples were clearly visible. I licked my lips and smiled up at her. She did a little spin showing off her round bottom before turning to leave. The twins came in next wearing matching negligees. They pressed their tits together and looked at me with a mischievous smile. Then they turned around and wiggled their butts for my entertainment. Then one by one the rest of the staff took their turn showing off their purchases. Then the entire thing repeated with another of mom's new outfits and so it went for an entire hour or so. I had to admit the uniforms the female staff wore did a lot to hide some amazing bodies underneath. 

Finally there was a pause in the show and a new face entered my bedroom. My mouth fell open when Becca sauntered in wearing nothing but a mesh body stocking and a smile. Her nipples were hard and poking through as she closed the door. She moved to the end of the bed and climbed up so that she was kneeling there. She licked her lips and crawled slowly towards me. When she was halfway up she stopped, turned around and gave me an eyeful of her luscious backside. Her clam shaped pussy was glistening with desire as she lifted her ass high up in the air. She pushed her tits and face into the mattress as she displayed her pussy proudly. 

I sat up and leaned forward so I could run my hands along her ass cheeks. When I touched her she moaned deep in her chest. However when I leaned forward and licked her slit she cried out in pleasant surprise, Becca tasted like peaches and cream. She looked back and I could see the hunger there that needed to be satisfied. I gripped the mesh and tore it. Then I stabbed her sex with the tip of my tongue. She cried out again and pressed her pussy against my face. I lapped eagerly at her soaked cunt. When I found her clit her voice reached a whole new octave. I tongued her pussy from bottom to top making sure I reached her clit each and every time. Soon her legs were shaking and she was on the verge of her first orgasm of the night. When she could stand it no longer she begged for my cock. 

I got off the bed, turned off the light and undressed. In the darkened room she got up on her hands and knees again and crawled to the edge of the bed. There to greet her was my very hard very eager cock. Becca never hesitated and began to lick, suck and stroke it for all she was worth. She made love to every inch of it. She even licked and sucked my balls before returning to deep-throat me. I had to admit of the many women I had she was near the top of the list on cock sucking. 

When my dick was nice and slick I picked her up and tossed her onto her back. Then I dragged her back to the edge by her ankle. Once her ass was in the right position I slid into her nice and slow. I savored the sensation of her tightness wrapped around me. She spread her legs so she could watch my cock slide in and out of her. Becca bit her lower lip and moaned as I fucked her. She whispered words of encouragement the entire time. A few minutes into our love play she began thrusting her hips up driving me deeper. Soon she was cursing as moments later her climax hit her and she ground her pussy against me. 

Once she recovered I rolled her onto her side and placed her top leg over my shoulder. I began hammering away at her pussy now. No more gentleness was required. I slammed my hips into her and she was cursing louder and fouler than ever. I took this as a very good sign. I watched my cock pierce her pussy and saw how absolutely soaked she had become. 

"Where do you want me to cum," I asked.

"MMMMMMMM spray my face and tits," she moaned.

I drilled her pussy harder and faster now. Our bodies coated in a light layer of sweat as we fucked. She still managed to rock her body against me even on her side. Becca was a very eager lover. Just before I came I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close so I could paste her face with cum. Her expression when her hair was pulled spoke volumes to me. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as I came. I looked down at my handiwork and she just licked her lips and smiled up at me. 

"Go run a shower, I'll be in for round two in a minute," I told her.

"Yes sir," she replied as she hopped up to do my bidding.

I heard the water running and then her voice telling me the temperature was perfect. I rose and entered the bathroom turning the light off as I did so. I entered the shower behind her. I cupped her tits and weighed them in my hands. Then I began teasing her nipples as she pressed her ass against my crotch. It didn't take much teasing to get me ready for another go at her. Without using our hands my cock found its way back into her soaked sex. This time I let her drive her hips backward fucking me with what appeared to be a lot of pent up sexual energy. 

When I called her names she doubled the force of her thrusts. Apparently she liked being called a cock whore and a slut and a filthy little cunt. Her second orgasm nearly took her legs out from underneath her. I caught her as she stumbled. I eased out of her, turned her around and lifted her up and onto my raging erection. Her back hit the wall of the shower with a dull wet smack. 

Our lips met and that's when things got serious. As I pounded her pussy her tongue invaded my mouth. Now it felt like I was crossing a line. There is a certain intimacy that a kiss contains. And Becca's kiss was soul wrenching in its need and desire. 

She was a woman who was now second to a man's obsession to learn and create new things. He had abandoned her for other women and placed her second to other things. Now, at this very moment she was first in all things and she knew it. 

As my cock drove into her she squeezed me with her talented little pussy. Her next orgasm took us both by surprise. So much so she bit my lip when she came. Becca licked the blood from my chin and looked up the hunger still there.

"I said you could do anything you wanted Jon," she said huskily. "And I do mean anything."

"I know," I said as I lifted her up and she repositioned my cock for me.

"UNNNNNNNNNN," she groaned as the head of my cock pierced her tighter hole. "Oh god yes... I always wondered what this would feel like."

"You've never done this before?"

"No I was always a chicken when it came to anal."

"Why now and why me," I asked.

"I am ready for it and maybe just maybe to spite Charlie."

"Okay well get ready for a long hard cock in your ass girl."

"MMMMMMMMM I'm ready mister... give it to me."

I did. I started out slow but once ass was properly stretched I fucked her as hard and fast back there as I had in her cunt. If she was loud getting her pussy hammered she was ear splitting while I fucked her ass. When I came I shot deep into her and that triggered her last orgasm for the night. I could tell she was done and I wasn't going to push it. If she stopped by some other night that was fine if not, well we had a great time tonight.

I finished my shower alone and in the dark. Becca had cleaned up and gingerly walked back to her room. I smiled just thinking about my cock deep in her ass. I dried off and reluctantly turned on the lights. I checked out my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face was unchanged since the accident in Charlie's lab but my body bore the scars of the time I had actually been away. My chest alone bore twenty or more pale lines from wounds inflicted over the years. My back and legs were also testament to the battles I had fought. Thankfully my arms and face were free of blemishes and I could hide what had happened for a little while at least. God knows I wanted to talk about it. But the secret would have to hold for the time being at least. I didn't blame Charlie for the accident there were quite a few fond memories mixed with the bad. Of course that wouldn't stop me from bedding Becca if she returned to my room. I shook out my wet hair and threw on some clothes. I was too wound up to sleep right now.

Barefoot I made my way silently down the hall to the door that led to the third floor. I unlocked the door and slipped up the stairs. I entered the garden and let its beauty help soothe the primal scream that had been building since I returned home. I looked up and the moon and took in her eternal beauty. The silvery light fell on me and I felt the tears come. I was sobbing before I knew what was happening. 

Dawn came all too quickly. I dressed for work and ate with the girls, mom and the twins; they were still concerned about my disappearance. I shot down all their questions and finally told them that when I was ready I would share what happened. That seemed to pacify them, for now. I knew them well enough that I couldn't keep that bay for very long. I suspected that by the time we moved to Berlin I would have to divulge some information to appease them. I wasn't happy about that but it was inevitable. 

I arrived at work and was greeted by the managers and some of the employees I had grown close to since I began working here. I learned that Indigo had disappeared on the same day that I had but she had not made an appearance yet. The police were still looking for her. I wondered if she had been caught up in the same event that I had. If so she might be dead or worse. 

I entered my office and it felt so surreal being back in so normal surroundings. I sat in my chair and the familiarity helped me settle back into the old duties. 

"Umbra can you pull up my schedule and remind me what I am supposed to be doing."

"Yes Jon," she said appearing next to my desk. "Accessing company records..."

Soon I was back in the swing of things and it all began to come back to me. About ten o'clock there came a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened and Mike stepped in. He was all smiles and sat down before handing me his latest project. I took the device from him turning it this way and that.

"Is it just a mock up or does it actually work," I asked.

"Really Jon you sting me with a question like that," he replied.

"Sorry Mike."

"That's alright, a great idea like this I could hardly leave my workshop."

"It was just one of those spontaneous things you know."

"Some of the best inventions come from that kind of experience."

"Have you heard from Indigo," I asked.

"No, not since I dropped her off near the manor house."

"I was afraid of that."

"I take it you aren't ready to talk about it," he said with a weak smile.

"You would be correct. Perhaps in time but it is too raw right now."

"No rush Jon. When you are ready you will share or not. Well I have to get back to work, enjoy the new toy."

With that he got to his feet and glanced at the back wall for a long moment. Then he left closing the door behind him. Two hidden figures, my bodyguards, materialized long enough to ask me if all was well.

"Master, do you think he sensed our presence," one asked.

"Should we silence him," the other said.

"No, he is harmless but be more vigilant around him in the future," I told them.

"Yes Sir," they said before disappearing once more.

I turned my full attention to the device that Mike had just finished. It was one foot long, about four inches wide and four inches high made of high impact plastic. There a single power button and on the side of it four USB ports. On the right side of the thing was a V shaped button that was attached to a four inch piece of plastic that protruded from the side of the device. I pushed down on the button and pulled. The screen unrolled just like a window shade which is what inspired its design. The screen extended a full foot from the main body of the portable computer. I pressed the power button and the thing came to life instantly. The familiar desktop was easy to navigate and the touch screen possessed a gorgeous high definition display. What it lacked was the holographic capabilities and AI that the other Numenor technology possessed. This I hoped could be the mainstream product for the company for years to come. The cost for its manufacturing was much cheaper that the top of the line laptops. So I decided to show it to Nick and see what he thought. 

I wanted to put my thoughts together in some sort of coherent manner before I talked to Nick. What I had thought would be a simple matter ended up being a series of interruptions from managers, workers and family. I didn't blame all of them had legitimate reasons for wanting to talk to me. By the time I got home that evening I was done with attempting to put the presentation together. 

I was meditating when Umbra chimed in and brought my attention to a series of news broadcasts. With a wave of her spectral hand multiple holographic screens appeared. All of the men and women broadcasting the news were very intent but then the story they were sharing was amazing. Apparently every maximum security prison in the United States was destroyed at the very same moment. The early story told of explosions at each of the facilities. As new information became available it was learned that none of the guards were injured as they were warned of the imminent danger and fled the buildings. The death toll was in the thousands nationwide. There was of course mixed reactions. Many people mourned the loss of life but there was a ground swell of people who felt the prisoners got what they deserved. They had been the most violent offenders who would never see the light of day ever again. I had spent a year on death row. I felt not an iota of remorse for the people who deserved to be there but there had to be some like myself who had been wrongfully accused. For those poor bastards maybe it was a mercy killing. I had Umbra check into it and keep me in the loop. Curious as to how all of them had been destroyed at the same time I sent Storm out to check out anything and everything about the prison system before this happened. I gave him unlimited access feeling that there was more to this, much more.

The next morning was my last day at the London plant. I had mixed feelings. There was a part of me that would miss the people I had made friends with. But truth be told I was excited about moving onto Berlin and a completely different work environment. Yes I would be overseeing another manufacturing plant but this one made weapons, specifically military grade arms. This was very cutting edge stuff and all under the Numenor umbrella. Had Nick and the guys been working on these things at the same time as the computers or did he just buy all these patents somewhere? I had read lots of books about the kind of weapons that the Germans were now producing but we just moved from the world of fiction to cold hard fact. The Gauss Rifle had now entered the military arena and I was there to cut the ribbon and officially open the plant. The plant had been producing quite a number of prototypes but none were on the market yet. Though, if they performed as well as expected, we were a shoe in for any number of government contracts. 

The day went by quicker than expected. And of course there was the slow parade of well-wishers that stopped by my office at some point during the day. It reminded me that Indigo was still missing and I got a lump in my throat thinking she might have been caught up in the event that had changed my life so drastically. The shift ended and I joined the workers at the local pub for more than a few drinks to say goodbye. I would come back to London but it wouldn't be the same. It was nice to toast to good fortune for the company that had in so short a time made a drastic turn around. If things kept up they would not only remain stable but start to make a profit.

"Sir you have a call from Master Nick," Umbra chimed in.

"I'll take it outside," I said setting down my pint and heading for the door.

Once outside in the cool and quiet London evening I brought up Nick's hologram.

"Hey Nick what's up," I asked.

"I got your message about a new prototype you came up with. Sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner but with the prison thing I have been crazy busy."

"Oh I understand here is a file with the stats for you to look over," I said sending him the schematics.

Hovering in the air between us was a digital version of the Nightshade as I called it. Nick's eyes widened and as it went through its paces he nodded. It was a short demonstration but effective nonetheless.

"I like," he said. "It's a brilliant design and the cost puts us in line for a major market share that we have been sorely missing out on. I say run with it. I will let London have the first production run and then let the other plants in on it. Give them a nice bonus we will see how it flies, excellent work all around Jon!"

"Thanks Nick, I will go inside and give them the good news."

"Buy them a round for me and best of luck in Berlin."

With that his hologram went dark. There was a small crowd of onlookers who were staring open mouthed at the entire exchange but hell it was great publicity for the product after all.

"Numenor Computers with holographic interface. You don't have to limit yourself to a simple 2D experience anymore."

I turned and walked into the pub. I tapped my mom on the shoulder and nodded. She put her lips together and let loose a fierce whistle that quieted the entire bar.




Evil Bitch Ch. 16



Chapter 16

The Orient Express: 

Private Car:

Last Stop Berlin:

The door had barely closed when I was manhandled. The next thing I know my back hit the floor with a deep thud. I was staring up at the elegantly decorated ceiling of the train car. The painted panels were murals depicting Victorian London in all its glory of that bygone era. The center panel was a lovely redhead dressed in a cream colored gown with a backdrop of a familiar manor house. But it was the queer black monolith that didn't belong that got my full attention until my mother and sisters pressed close demanding it here and now.

"Um hello ladies," I said looking up into their smiling faces.

"Hello Jon," they said in one sensual voice. "We need cock and now."

I began to open my mouth but mom but a finger to my lips.

"Just shut up and let us do all the work," she said. "Okay girls you get his pants and I'll remove his shirt."

"Yes maám," the twins said.

I watched mom's fingernail grow a good three inches upon command. With precise swipes buttons began to fly one at a time. When the last button was gone she tore my shirt open. By that time the twins had taken a completely different approach. They popped their claws and carefully shredded my tux pants. So everything was easily accessible now. Vana simply sat on one of the beds and watched with a bemused expression on her face. Mom slid onto my chest facing my head while the twins began sharing my cock between them. Carol was licking one side of the shaft and Colleen the other.

"Are you enjoying yourself Jon," Mom asked as I moaned softly. "I bet you are. You have two women sucking you off. Is he hard as a rock girls?"

"You bet he is," Carol moaned.

"Does Jon feel like licking mommy's pussy?"

"Uh huh," I said licking my lips.

Mom tugged her t-bar aside revealing her soaked pussy. Then she leaned back and eased her cunt to my lips. I lifted my head up to meet her. As my tongue met her labia her fingers slid into my hair and made a fist.

"That's it baby eat mommy's pussy!"

So while she ground against my face Colleen and Carol began to work on other parts of my cock. One licked and suckled the head of my cock while the other popped a testicle into her mouth. I found my mom's clit and began to tease that and her muffled shout filled my ears. I looked up and mom had her tits free and she was pinching and teasing one nipple fiercely. Go mom! Vana had stripped down and was hesitantly playing with her pussy as if unsure what to do. Now one of the twin's head was bobbing up and down on me while the other's tongue had returned to the shaft. 

Mom shifted her position and was now on her belly and her pussy over my face. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as I tongued her. Now I felt two tongues on the shaft of my cock and one mouth moving up and down. 

"Let's see if he's slick enough," Mom said as I felt her fist wrap around the shaft and stroke it a few times. "Yep he's ready... who wants to go first?"

"Colleen why don't you go, you planned this trip so well," Carol said.

"Well if you insist," Colleen said.

I could hear bodies shifting around. Then I felt Colleen lowering her dripping slit over my cock. Then she let out a long drawn out groan as she impaled herself. Then she was moving nice and slow. Then I felt mom's tongue lapping away when Colleen lifted up. I kept up licking and suckling mom's pussy. I would have been a bad son otherwise. The girls were very organized tonight, but they weren't alone. I took some of mom's pussy juice and eased two fingers into her ass. She let out a deep guttural groan and begged for more. If she wanted more, then more she would have. I opened my left hand and one of the Unseen, my bodyguards, handed me the toy I had set aside for my mother into it. I slid the anal bead tail into her ass. 

"Is that a toy in my butt son of mine?"

"Yep but not just any toy," I said as I activated the vibrator feature.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNN it's alive," she moaned. Mom looked over shoulder and I heard her deep throated laugh. "Is that a devil tail?"

"Can you think of anything more appropriate?"

"No not really, damn but that looks real."

"It should I had Charlie make it for you," I said.

"OHHHHHH SHHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTT," she cried out as she came.

"What about me," Carol was asking. She was on her hands and knees with her head down and her ass high up in the air.

"Do you think I would forget you," I said as I nodded and one of the Unseen slid a cat tail into her ass.

"HOLY SHIT... who... what... oh god damn that feels good..." she moaned.

The cat tail that now projected from her ass matched her hair color perfectly. I set the pulse pattern, using my watch; it was much deeper than mom's since no one had touched her so she wouldn't feel left out. 

"Carol why don't you help Vana out," I suggested.

"Okay," she purred as she crawled on her hands and knees to the skittish woman.

"What," Vana said. 

Then Carol gently but relentlessly pulled her knees apart. There was a pause in the action while Carol's head descended towards Vana's pussy. Colleen circled her hips while she watched her twin. Mom ground her pussy into my face. Then we all heard Vana's voice.

"Wait what are you doing... oh my... oh... UNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"I think she likes it," Colleen said with lilt in her voice.

"You think," mom moaned as I suckled her clit.

"More," moaned Vana. "I want more."

"Oh hell I think we created a sex maniac," mom snickered.

Colleen resumed her riding of my cock with great gusto. She was lifting up and slamming her hips downward. Perhaps she was inspired by Vana's moans of pleasure. There was a definite synergy building between Carol, Vana and Colleen. I think all three of them were about to blow. This could be epic! I drove two fingers into mom's cunt and felt her muscles grip them tight. I fingered her slowly at first but her hips told me that she wanted more too. I thrust them harder and faster and her cries merged with the others. 

It was like dominos falling. It began with Carol and her anal vibrator. She was followed mere seconds later by Colleen. Then Vana's back arched as she cried out as she came. Vana's shout and my moms were like one as she climaxed at nearly the same moment. Yep, it was epic! They were all panting and gasping as they recovered.

"Well that was awesome, I'll see you ladies later," I said as I sat up.

"Where the hell do you think you are going," Carol said.

"Um, nowhere," I said.

"That's right," Vana said. "I haven't had a cock yet. Did I say that right?"

"Yep," Mom said with a grin. "You said it just right. Perhaps we should give Jon and Vana some alone time. We can come back in say an hour?"

"I don't want to be selfish," Vana said.

"Oh, we don't mind sharing. Besides Jon's cock will spoil you for other men," Colleen said.

"I don't understand," Vana said.

"You will afterwards," Mom added with a smile. "Let's go girls."

"Oh Colleen," I said and gestured and the last anal vibrator was in place.

"What Jon," she said. "What the... nnnnn that'll keep me happy until we get back."

The trio slipped on robes. I couldn't help but laugh seeing the two cat tails and one devil tail swishing from beneath their robes as their walked away.

"I am confused," Vana said.

"Ask and I will see if I can help clear up your confusion."

"Why are they happy to have robotic tails shoved up their asses?"

"Ah well," I said. "The tails have vibrators built into them which give pleasure to them."

"Oh," She said with a look of disbelief. "If you say so."

"Would you like me to show you?"

"If you don't mind," she said.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Vana without any hesitation whatsoever dropped down and assumed the position.

"Now stick your ass as high up in the air as you can, yes like that. Okay here goes."

I knelt behind her. I pulled those perfect ass cheeks apart and lightly tongued her asshole. I waited to see how she would react. 

"NNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned. "That is not unpleasant."

"Shall I continue?"

"Yes."

I flickered my tongue over her sphincter a little more. Then I stabbed her anus with my tongue. This got a definite growl from Vana. I smiled to myself. I leaned back and stopped.

"UNNNNNN... why are you stopping," she asked obviously disappointed.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," she said sheepishly.

I spit on her asshole, took my index finger and began rubbing and teasing it. She was purring now. As she relaxed I pushed my finger into her ass very slowly.

"UNNNNNNNN OHHHHHHHHH I see now," Vana said.

I began fingering her ass now and Vana's hips were pushing back against me.

"It seems you understand now."

"Oh Yes I do," she growled.

"Do you want a tail too?"

"Ask your family, I don't want to..."

"I will ask. It is very thoughtful of you." I said and she just smiled.

"What is next Jon?"

"Would you like to like to try penetration?"

"Oh Yes!"

I took my cock and teased the lips of her pussy. She let out a deep moan. As my cock spread her labia we moaned together. Then as I slowly entered her virginal pussy it wrapped around me light a velvet fist. 

"Oh god, you were right! I do like intercourse!"

"Damn your pussy is so fucking tight!"

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN fuck me Jon... fuck my tight little pussy!"

I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock into her over and over again. Her screams got louder and louder as I took my pleasure from her. Wow what a change of positions. I was once scared shitless of her. Now here she was bent over taking my cock from behind. The more we fucked the harder she thrust her hips backward. She was definitely not a gentile lady, she liked sex and she liked it rough. My cock began to swell inside of her.

"What is that," she asked.

"My cock is getting bigger," I said. "That means I am getting close to climaxing. Where do you want me to cum?"

"I don't understand."

"I will show you."

"Okay... your cock feels so good inside of me."

"I know," I said.

I kept hammering her pussy as long as I could. Then when I couldn't wait any longer I pulled out, flipped her onto back and shot all over her face. Vana licked her lips and smiled.

"Not bad," she said.

"Maybe next time you can suck me off," I said.

"Sounds like fun," Vana said.

"It is, are you ready to cum?"

"Whenever you are," she said.

I eased my semi-hard cock back into her. I watched her eyes roll up into her head. Vana arched her hips driving me deeper.

"You like cock don't you?"

"UNNNNNNNNNNN YES... I like the way it fills me up. The way it stretches my pussy out... NNNNNNNNN fuck me Jon...!"

"Because you asked so nicely," I said.

I started out nice and slow. Then bit by bit I added more speed and more force to my thrusts. Soon our bodies were slapping as they met. Vana cries of pleasure were building in volume and foulness as we progressed. Then I felt her nails dig into my back as she came leaving lines of pleasant fire across my shoulders. 

Almost to the minute my sisters and mother returned one hour later. And oh what a sight greeted them! Vana was on her back, knees to her chest and her entire body covered in sweat and cum. I was kneeling in front of her my cock in hand the head pointing at her tits. 

"Well it seems our new friend has earned Jon's full attention," Mom said.

"I will get her cleaned up and tucked in," Colleen said. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Take your time, it looks like Jon is going to need time to recover," Carol said.

Suddenly there was this urge inside of me.

"Wait," I said it a little louder and more insistence than I untended. "Wait, it's time I explained a few things. Showed you some things about what happened after the accident in Charlie's lab. It's okay you can reveal yourselves."

Two hooded figures appeared and lowered their hoods. My family and Vana gasped.

"These are my bodyguards I call them the Unseen," I said.

"They are gorgeous," my mother said. 

"Thank you m'lady," said the taller of the two.

"And quite respectful too," mom said.

"They have been watching over you and keeping you safe for a while now," I said.

"How is that possible," Carol said. "You were only gone for a day."

"That is where this gets complicated," I said.

"I knew it," Colleen chimed in. "I felt it."

"But first a change of scenery," I said walking around and removing the toys from the girl's rear ends. "There that's better. Where to go? Oh I know. You'll need jeans, shoes and sunglasses for this one. Well get dressed! I'll take care of Vana." I bent down and lifted the limp woman into my arms. "I am sending you ahead of us to Berlin. You will be safe there I promise."

"Will I see you there?"

"Yes you will."

"Okay, this physical thing has been fun. I look forward to our next encounter."

"Me too, now go with them and I will see you soon."

The taller of the Unseen took her into his arms and with a soft popping sound teleported away. Now to attend to my past and my family; I was sure I was going to wait but they were all so happy charge ahead seemed appropriate.

"It is time to talk about what has been bothering me," I said as they dressed. I had to admit I was amazed as how quickly they picked out clothing and were ready to go.

"So where are we going exactly," Colleen asked.

"A little spot the locals call Rularen," I said.

"Never heard of it," Carol said.

"Not surprising," I replied. "It's not in this galaxy."

"Wait... what..." Mom cried out as the surroundings changed around them.

The Journey of a Billion Light Years Begins With a Single Step

In the blink of an eye the train interior was exchanged for that of a sandy riverbed. Of course it was dark under a full moon and that moon happened to have rings. The girls looked up and were speechless as a trillion stars met their collective gaze. The moon was actually a nearby gas giant much like our Saturn. But the sun at the heart of this solar system was a blue giant and this world was much further away from its parent star than earth was. 

"Jon where are we," mom was the first to find her voice.

"We are on a world called Rularen," I said.

"Why are we here," Carol asked.

"You wanted to know what happened to me."

"Why here Jon," Colleen asked.

"You'll see," I said as I summoned the symbiot armor. I reached into one of the pockets and took out an old fashioned oil lantern. I lifted up the glass and lit the wick. The lantern now lit it cast a nice circle of light around us. I set the lantern down and waited to see how long it took the girls to notice. It didn't take long at all.

"Hey mom," said Carol. "Look at how the rocks glitter..." she was already squatting down to examine the stones at her feet. She picked up a rock about the size and shape of a ping pong ball. Carol turned it this way and that before holding it up to the lantern light. "...holy shit I think this might be..."

Thus the mad scramble began. After a minute or so they looked up at me realizing that each and every stone for as far as the light could touch and beyond were precious stones. This entire area was hugely rich in mineral wealth. It was Colleen who wandered off a little bit and stood looking and listening. I heard her profound words so clearly.

"It's so quiet here," she said. "There are no animals or insects or anything."

Mom sniffed the air and made a slow spiral out and a frown came to her face as she dropped the massive fortune she held in her hands.

"I smell," she tried to put into words. "It's not death exactly but the absence of life. The entire absence of any and all life on this world, this world is dead or dying."

"What happened here Jon," Carol asked.

"A war, for the very resources at our feet," I said. "One of the volcanoes here spits outs diamonds when it erupts. The race that lived here, the Rulan, was a very rich and very influential people for a very long time. Then the other races got tired and made war upon them. The war was so terrible and so total that the entire Rulan race and most of the other life on the planet was destroyed. This world is now a spiritual retreat and it is unlawful to remove any of the stones."

"That's terrible," Colleen said hugging herself.

"How long ago was that war Jon," mom asked.

"A very long time ago, so long ago in fact that the other races have forgotten this place even exists."

I reached into the folds of my symbiot and retrieved a carpet bag and opened it. I filled it to the brim with the precious stones; the smallest was the size of a golf ball. Then the closed it and looked at the trio. 

"Someone has got to pay for your spending sprees somehow," I said. "Money doesn't grow on trees."

"No it's just lying on the ground," mom said taking a souvenir of her visit. "So exactly where are we and how did we get here Jon?"

"Remember when I got the piss shot out of me by the J'Nai? One of the things I brought back was a navigation crystal used by them to track me," I said and they all nodded. "Okay well since I have been gone I have had the time and opportunity to add to and improve that technology."

I opened my hand and a clear image of the Milky Way galaxy appeared.

"That is our home galaxy," I said and again they all nodded. "We are no in way near it."

"WHAT," the twins cried out.

"Where the fuck are we Jon," mom asked almost panicking.

I brought my hands together and then apart to show a cluster of forty or so galaxies. I pointed to one side of the cluster.

"That is the Milky Way there and we are all the way over here," I said pointing to the far side of the cluster.

The three of them appeared as if they were about the faint. I waited for them to calm down. I wasn't sure that was going to happen. It was time to go, pity I loved the view. I picked up the carpet back and walked over to them. I motioned for them to huddle around me. When they were close enough I triggered the return trip.

You'd think we had been on the brink of a precipice and sharks nipping at our heels. Each of them raced to their beds and dove under their covers. I handed the carpet bag to the remaining Unseen who knew what to do with it and banished my symbiot armor for now. I made sure each of them was okay and gave them all a goodnight kiss before I left.

"You are not leaving are you Jon," Colleen asked.

"Don't worry sis one of the Unseen is always with you at all times. You are perfectly safe and no one can harm you, okay."

"Okay, where are you going?"

"I have a lot on my mind," I said.

"I bet. How long were you away?"

"A very long time, but I am back now and that is all that matters."

"I can sleep now that I know I am safe," she said.

"Pleasant dreams," I said.

I took a shower to wash the strong scent of sweat and sex from me. I slid on a pair of sweat pants and suddenly realized that Akira had no clothes to speak of. I raided the girl's closet for her and laid out the clothes in the other room. Then I decided I needed a little 'me' time so I teleported to the roof of our train car. The sun was already up and the brisk breeze was a welcome sensation. I closed my eyes and let go. My stress left me bit by bit as I breathed deeply through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. I was nearly done when I heard her climbing the ladder on the side of the car.

"Hello Akira," I said loud enough for her to hear me above the sound of the train and the wind.

"Good morning Jon," she said. "How did you know it was me?"

"Your psychic signature is quite unique," I told her.

"I bet it is," she said bitterly. "May I join you?"

"Sure I was done anyway," I said opening my eyes. I looked up and saw what she was wearing. "Um that isn't what I set out for you."

"I know," she said smiling in an almost predatory sort of way. "I borrowed the blue jean shorts from Carol and the shirt from Colleen. I don't think they'll mind."




Evil Bitch Ch. 16



"They look good on you. So I take it you and Roger haven't had make up sex yet."

"No."

"Ah, I suspect you are still angry with him."

"It's not that simple," she said looking away from me.

"Well you have forgiven him or you haven't sounds pretty simple to me." Silence. "He let go didn't he? At the very last moment he let you fall into the abyss."

"YES!" she said the rage radiating from her like a white hot fire. "He let go of me! He said he loved me! He said so many beautiful things and then... he pitched me into the void." Her lovely hands were clenched in fists of rage.

"Akira, what would have happened if he had held on? You would have been separated in that dreadful place. Imagine calling to one another for ten long years with no guarantee of rescuing either one of you. This way at least there was hope of a rescue."

"I see," she said the anger slipping away. "What should I do?"

"Go down and rape him for all I care," I said. "That is between you and Roger."

"But you rescued me. Don't you want some sort of reward?" she said with a naughty smile.

"Sweetness if you still want to give me a piece of that after we reach Berlin then I will gladly accept. But it will be under my conditions understood? You will do anything and everything I instruct you to perform alright?"

"MMMMMMMMMMM Yes Sir," she purred.

"Oh damn," I cursed. "Now get out of here and go wake Roger up properly."

"Yes sir."

Off she went with that evil little smile, Roger you are most welcome. I chuckled to myself and turned to face the passing countryside. So often we miss the little things in life. I took in the houses and trees and even the children as they waved at the train as it passed. 

11:59 and Counting

Noon that day Roger and I held our press conference. We had three hours to prepare his presentation. Man was it going to floor everyone. I wondered if I should warn Nick about this or not. Technically this was all Roger; I was just helping him with the display and all that. Oh hell let the cards fall where they may. Of course I would also be providing him with bodyguards after this as well. The Middle East and other factions would want him dead and soon. But I had other plans oh yes I did. Plans that were already in motion and Roger was just the catalyst. 

I stood up and introduced Roger to ten or so members of the press that were present.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, it is my honor to introduce a man who has spent his entire life in the pursuit of science, discovery and history. Today he is going to present to you all three. A discovery that will redefine not only how we look at ancient history, but the future of our own science... I give you Roger Sterling," I said.

There was applause from all over the room as he stood.

"Thank you Jon. What I am about to present has been verified by multiple agencies and labs not only in Egypt but the United States and England as well. The carbon dating places the artifact at the earliest dynasty of Egypt, the time of the Scorpion King. For you unfamiliar with this dating system this item is over five thousand years old. But that is not what makes this object so valuable. It is the fact that it shows very little sign of wear or age upon its surface. We have not been able to determine what the material is made of and it does not show up on the periodic table. Lastly and relic is producing what appears to be a form of low level electrical energy. We believe it is a cold fusion device."

The roar from the crowd was immediate and loud. Camera flashes were everywhere and Roger was smiling like a fucking Cheshire cat. Good for you. Now where the hell was Akira, she would have cinched this entire thing. Once they had calmed down I stood up and produced a hologram of the device.

"For security and safety reasons we have decided to show a hologram of the device for now. However next week certain members of the scientific community will be allowed to study it. Among them will be Professor Hawking and others. This is not a hoax. We plan on building a full scale plant in a year's time in London to prove our sincerity to alleviate the plight of energy users the worldwide. Once that plant is on line others will be built elsewhere. Any questions?"

"Why London," one of the reporters asked.

"I live in London," I said. "And they offered all the resources we required."

"Why not the United States," another reporter asked.

"Which state would it be built in," I asked. "Do you know how long it would take for them to argue about that? No we needed prompt action."

"Aren't you afraid of the Oil nations," a woman in the crowd asked.

"Deathly afraid," Robert said. "That's why I have round the clock security from now on. But we cannot be ruled by fear. We must move forward no matter the cost."

"Well said Robert. Besides if something happens to Robert I promise something equally bad will happen those responsible, mark my words."

"So what are your long term plans," a young man asked.

"I am glad you asked," Roger said. "Long term plans are cold fusion plants in every city taking over nuclear power plants, coal, and other forms of electricity. Once online the power generated will be free to all users. We are also going to create other power sources such as car batteries, batteries for electronic devices and so on. Imagine all that we can do. We can go out into space now. We can go to mars and build colonies with cold fusion plants. Send probes further and faster to other worlds. So many possibilities can be opened up. So many new jobs created with this new technology as well."

"I think that concludes our discussion for now," I said. "Well done Roger."

What the Ancients Knew:

We arrived in Berlin with some amount of fanfare. There was a marching band and even the mayor was there to greet us. I delivered that dreaded speech of how nice it was for me and my family to be here in Berlin and the opportunity to help out... blah blah blah, I hate speaking in public.

We were whisked off to the house we would be staying at for the next two months or so. Mom waited about five minutes before she asked.

"Jon, when did you learn to speak German," she asked. "I mean you speak it so fluently."

"Oh geez I don't recall exactly mom," I said. "Sometime after the sack of Rome but more accurately I can't be sure..."

"Smart ass," she shot back.

"Mom I'm not sure he's kidding," Carol said taking her arm.

We rode in silence after that. Colleen seemed caught up in her own thoughts since our little trip from the night before. I hoped she was alright. But once we got to the manse she was fine. The bright green and gold exterior seemed to liven her spirits. And the view from the rear of the house was breathtaking. 

The staff was waiting just inside in military formation for inspection. The head of the household was one Frederick Mueller. He was a tall pencil thin man of elder years with a ramrod posture and iron cast disposition. His features reminded me more of a vulture than a human being with his great hooked nose and his permafrost frown. I imagined when he did smile it was meant for dire situations.

"Welcome to Berlin Herr Masters," Frederick greeted me.

"Thank you for such a warm greeting Herr Mueller," I said. "The staff appears in impeccable form this morning. I am sure they will perform flawlessly."

"Oh they will," Frederick promised with a cold tone in his voice.

I almost shivered myself at those three words.

"If you would be so kind as to show the ladies to their rooms," I said. "I am going to stretch my legs and have a drink at the local tavern. Is the Black Stag still open after all these years?"

"Mein Herr you have been to Berlin before," Frederick asked shocked.

"No but an old friend told me to ask about it when I got here," I lied

"Yes it is still open and run by the same family..."

"Fine, if anyone is looking for me I will be there."

I made my way through the streets of reunited Berlin. The last time I was here I had to slip out from the eastern side prior to fall of the wall and the guard towers. It had been worth the risk; well she had been worth the risk in the end. The information I had gathered was invaluable to maintaining the power balance. And the two nights of pure passion I had spent with Svetlana still inspired morning wood to this day decades later. I walked along and suddenly familiar landmarks began to appear here and there. At last I turned a corner and there it was the Black Stag in all its former glory. Someone had spent time and money restoring the exterior to its pre-war splendor. I hurried to see if the interior looked as fine as the exterior did. I stepped inside and my breath was taken away. Even though the set up was different and it was more of a café than a tavern now the ambiance was still the same. The huge stone hearth was still there and the black stag from which the place had gotten its name was still in the same place. I walked in and headed for the ancient oaken bar. The white haired bar keep turned to face me and he smiled as I approached. Though he had lost his sight during the Second World War he still knew my foot fall even after all these years.

"By the gods is that you Jon," he called out.

"Hello Hans," I replied.

He came around the bar and gave me a mighty hug and I returned it. His hands came up and traced the features of my face. Startled at the lack of change I let him delve into the subtleties that lie there that only he could detect. After a few minutes his hands fell to his sides and he returned to his position behind the bar. He poured to pints of beer before he spoke.

"Jon, your face is a mighty strange riddle," he said. "In some ways it hasn't changed at all. But in others dear me it has changed in ways that defy explanation. I expect there are stories you owe me old man."

"I do indeed," I said. "But not here and not now, perhaps after closing time tonight?"

"Aye that would be fine by me," he agreed. "I have a fine something set aside for such a reunion. I will bring it out of hiding."

"You are too kind Hans. How is your family?"

"I am a great-great grandfather now and you," he asked.

"All I can say is that I have a very extensive family," I said with a smirk in my voice.

"Of that Jon I have no doubt," Hans said. "I hear you are here to reopen the Mannlicher Plant."

"Yes, we are turning fiction into reality next week."

"I don't understand," Hans said.

"Ever hear of a Gauss Rifle," I asked him.

"Oh sure, the Russians were trying for years to create one but gave up years ago. So I take it you discovered a way of doing it Jon?"

"Not me per se but some very bright people I work for. I'm just the guy cutting the ribbon. The real people involved are working on the next generation of power plants for us."

"What kind of power plants?"

"The kind that doesn't use fossil fuel," I said. "Imagine in the next ten years low cost energy for everyone."

"Boy, will that shake up things," he said.

"That's the idea."

"I hope you have great security on your research team," he said.

"The best," I said. "I... what the hell is that?"

"I feel it too," Hans said.

We both turned to face the door. A plain looking girl entered the tavern. She wouldn't have stood out anywhere. That was until she drew out the very large and impressive looking pistol from her backpack. There were cries of panic from everyone and everywhere, well almost everwhere.

"I'll handle this," I said.

I slowly walked up to her with my hands up.

"What's wrong," I asked her.

"It's you," she said as if recognizing me.

"Do you know me child?"

"No, they sent me to you."

"Who sent you?"

"That's not important only the message is important."

"Okay, what is the message?"

"The lines, they showed me the lines. They are waking up."

"What lines, what kind of lines are they?"

"The Ghost Lines they call them. They run and they jump and they cross one another. Do you know what I am talking about?" She asked me.

"Unfortunately I do. The Chinese call them the Dragon Lines and the English call them Ley Lines. They have been idle for a very long time. Why are they waking up girl? Something must be waking them up, what is it."

"They only repeat one word over and over again," she said.

"What," I said getting closer. "What is the word?"

"Nemesis," She says as she swings the gun towards one of the customers.

I pull the weapon back towards me as hard as I can with my telekinesis even as she pulls the trigger. The bullet bites deep into my shoulder. 

"No," the girl screams. "I was not supposed to hurt you. They want you alive."

"Who wants me alive?"

"The Thanatons..."

She spun and ran even as the police arrived. Gunshots erupted and the girl is cut down in a volley of gunfire.

"She never had a chance," Hans said.

"She never gave them a chance," I said.

"What do you mean," he said.

"She was dead the minute she left here. Whoever sent her here meant for her to die, one way or another."

"How sad," Hans said.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Do you need an ambulance?"

"Nah," I said. "I've had a lot worse than this. I guess I'll head back to the manse before the police start asking all those pesky questions. See you tonight. Where's the bathroom?"

"Right back there," Hans pointed out.

"Okay," I said.

I hid the sound of my teleportation with the flushing of the toilet. Let them figure that one out, they were detectives after all. 

The bullet was removed with little difficulty and my wound sewed shut. I learned from Roger that several world classed physicists wished to view the artifact at his earliest convenience. I believe when they had seen the accreditation from the labs they believed what had been said at the news conference. Even now a lab was being set up in one of the larger of the empty rooms. 

Of course I got an urgent call from Nick via hologram.

"JON, what the hell man," Nick hollered.

"This was all Roger," I said.

"So you had nothing to do with this," Nick asked.

"This was an archaeological matter," I said. "I only helped with the presentation. "He was way nervous and asked for my help on this."

"You are building this in London," he accused.

"That was a political matter only," I replied.

"Okay," he said. "I was just a little shocked was all?"

"As was most of the world," I said. "I have already made plans to hook Numenor into this trust me on this. We will have all the computer assets when we work on the space projects."

"Sounds great," Nick said with a smile. "But watch your back; this will make you some bitter enemies."

"It's okay; I already have things in place in case this gets hostile."

"Wow, I hope it doesn't go that far."

"Me too," I said.

"Good luck," Nick said before his hologram winked out.

"Storm," I said.

"Yes Sir," he said as he appeared. "There is no mention of Thanatons in any reference material that I can find from any material either written or digital. They are not from earth. Shall I expand my search?"

"Yeah, do the full work up. I'll leave you alone for a while."

"Thank you Sir. I estimate it will take me several weeks to scan the entire archives."

"Have fun, and if you find anything relevant..."

"I will set it aside as I always do."

Just then Colleen walked in.

"Hello Storm how's it going," she asked.

"I was just leaving," he said.

"Leaving," she said with a pout. "Was it something I said?"

"No, I am doing research for Master Jon."

"Research, that shouldn't take you very long seeing as you are so very smart and all," she said.

"Oh this will take two months."

"Two months," Colleen gasped. "Geez what are you looking for?"

Storm looked at Jon and Jon nodded.

"We are looking for a reference for people called the Thanatons," Storm said.

Colleen went pale.

"The Thanatons are sleeping; The Thanatons are dreaming... the Thanatons are hungry..."

"What did you say Colleen," I said.

"I've been having these scary fucking dreams. Ever since we got on the train, there are these dark dreams about whispers in the night. I am walking in this frozen wasteland. I am naked but I am not cold. I can feel this vibration beneath my feet. Then something pushes up from the blue-black ice. It's a thin spear of black metal, at first. Then it's a six foot tall stone marker. Then it's a black tower. Finally it's this massive black monolith and it is glowing with this sickly green energy. Then there is this hoard of things pouring from the monolith. An army that wipes out all life... the Thanatons..."

"Okay we need to make sure that you are safe," I told her.

"When I am dreaming," she asked. "How the hell are you going to pull that one off?"

"With this," I said pull a small crystal from my pocket. "It is a special avatar stone. This one doesn't plug into a watch or device, it plugs directly into the user."

"What," she exclaimed. "How does it work?"

"It monitors all of your physical and mental statistics as you experience them. But more than that the avatar feels what you feel and keeps a log of it."

"Wait a second, what about private stuff like... well you know."

"I am afraid even that will be recorded, sorry kitten."

"The main this is your dreams and your safety. If someone tries to do you any harm we will be there in a heartbeat okay."

"Okay, what about Carol, does she get one?"

"Is she having the dreams?"

"No, or if she is she is keeping quiet about them."

"Well, I'll give her one too just in case she isn't saying anything."

"Thanks big brother," Colleen said. "So how does this thing go on?"

"Just like this," I said as I centered the crystal on her forehead and pushed. There was a slight stinging sensation and then it was done. "There you go. Now just think activate to wake up the avatar."

Suddenly a gorgeous toga clad woman appeared and looked around. 

"I am Nyx Goddess of the Deep Darkness how can I be of assistance."

"I am Colleen and I need you to watch over me in these dangerous times."

"I will do so without fail," Nyx said and vanished from sight.

"Well said sis," I told her.

"I can feel her in my head. It's like she is rifling through my memories."

"She is getting to know you and your habits. If she is going to protect you she has to anticipate you."

"I get that. It's just going to take a little getting used to is all. So how is this free power thing going?"

"A nightmare, we have received death threats from all over the Middle East and the United States."

"You're not surprised are you?"

"Oh no not really," I said. "But the sheer volume and how quickly is a little overwhelming."

"What was Nick's spin on things?"

"He wanted to know if I had anything to do with it," I said.

"So you lied."

"Of course I did. If he even guessed how much I already had in placed he shit bricks."

"Jon, how much do you have in place?"

"Want a sneak peak?"

"You know I do."

With a gesture I brought up a holographic screen. I double tapped the center to bring up a keyboard. I entered a password. A few seconds later we were looking at a live feed from a satellite looking down over the continental United States. 

"Designate target cities," I said and blue lightning bolts appeared over the live feed. "Those are the cities that will receive fusion power next year."

"So you are in the process of building power plants in those cities," Colleen asked.

"No, those are cities that already have fusion power plants built there."

"Wait, I don't understand. Roger Sterling just discovered an ancient artifact that showed that ancient Egyptians possessed fusion power."

"That is correct kitten, who do you think gave it to them?"

"No fucking way!"

"Way," I said. "Those blue lightning bolts indicate fusion plants 'below' the surface of the city. Each of those sights is abandoned factories or warehouses or some such location. Just before they go online, the site will be demolished and cleared away. Then the plant will rise miraculously from the earth overnight. By noon it will be online and providing free power to the surrounding area. This, by the way, just happens to be a dense urban area or high usage business location."




Evil Bitch Ch. 16



"Have you cleared this with the mayors of those cities Jon?"

"Yeah, in a manner," I said.

"I'm not sure I want to know what that means," she said and I just shrugged and smiled.

Umbra appeared without warning.

"Sir, your special guest has arrived. I have already alerted Roger Sterling and his lady companion as well as the dining staff."

"Very good Umbra that will be all," I said and she vanished. "Care to have dinner with a legend?"

"What sort of legend?"

"The man who proved Black Holes exist."

"Wow," she said. "That would be awesome."

"Excellent, then follow me."

We walked into the dining area where the man in the wheelchair and nurse were waiting for us.

"It is truly an honor to meet you professor. This is my sister Colleen..."

I would have invited the entire family but that might have overwhelmed the professor and his nurse. The dinner went well and I could tell he was eager to see the device. So we skipped dessert and moved onto the lab for drinks and a demonstration. Colleen was close by my side the whole time watching and learning.

Roger ran the entire demonstration and answered every question the professor asked with an ease that surprised me. We gave his nurse a USB drive with all the pertinent information on it so that he could look it all over at his leisure.

"This will change everything," the professor said in his computerized voice.

"Yes it will," Roger replied. "For good or ill, once that plant goes online the ball will start rolling."

"I agree. I have a request. I wish to speak with Jon, alone."

I nodded and everyone left.

"I was afraid you might remember me," I said.

"You haven't aged a day, how is that possible," Stephen asked.

"Good eating habits and cheating Mother Nature," I replied.

"Now that I believe, you are the one responsible for this, aren't you?"

"Are you suggesting that I am over five thousand years old Stephen?"

"Are you Jon," he asked. "You haven't aged since I've known you. There's no telling how old you are."

"Very logical of you," I said. "Would you like to see a black hole with your own eyes?"

"Now you are being just plain cruel... or are you? Can you really show me?"

"I can, here and now. So what do you say old man?"

"Yes... if you can do it... then bloody hell do it!"

I brought my hands together and the room became pitch black. When I drew them apart a trillion-trillion stars exploded outwards. I stood next to Stephen at the heart of this alien galaxy that was on the other side of the universe.

"The natives of this galaxy call it the warrior's hammer."

"I can see why," Stephen said. "It's gorgeous. Where is it?"

"We are on the other side of things Stephen, Quadrillions of light-years from home. All of this is in real-time."

I directed our journey to a trinary star system that had recently collapsed.

"This happened approximately three hundred years ago. The most recent black hole formation in this galaxy on record and I think you will be surprised."

"Why is that?"

"What, wait and see."

We got closer to the star systems primary sun and I heard Stephen gasp. Its size dwarfed anything observed in our galaxy. It was thousands of times larger than a red giant.

"I call it a blue titan. I estimate it to be two million times larger than the sun. It is the only one of its kind and it is dying."

The view drew back dramatically as the titan perished. It reached its supernova stage and swelled up hundreds of times its normal size. It took out the other two stars in the system along with planets, asteroids and comets as well. Then came that moment Stephen was waiting for. The view shifted so it could catch the cataclysmic collapse as the star fell in on itself and a black hole was born. But it wasn't an instantaneous thing as Stephen had expected. It was a slow process. A dirty ugly thing that rent time, space and dimension. 

"What is this," he asked.

"That Stephen is a proto Black Hole," I said. "Display tactical please... notice the fissures that radiate from the singularity and the still forming event horizon. Those fissures are cracks in the higher and lower dimensions."

"Well I'll be damned. I never imagined it would be this ugly and irregular."

"Nature is never what we expect it to be. There are races that mine those fissures for valuable resources before the event horizon gets too strong and the cracks close."

"What is it they say about inspiration?"

"It makes for one hell of a profit."

"Well this is going to keep me busy for a couple of years," Stephen said smiling.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Mad," he said. "Why would I be mad?"

"I've actually been out there. Seen things you've only dreamt of."

"You have just proven that black holes exist. I now need to rewrite my work on their formation is all and prove the existence of higher and lower dimensions."

"Do you want to go?"

"What..."

"I asked you if you want to go Stephen."

"But what about..."

"Would you rather be experiencing it or writing papers?"

"You said something like that the first time I met you all those years ago at Oxford."

"Did I, you know I think I did," I said. "So are you game to see the universe?"

"Yes but not like this," he said.

"Nah, not like that," I agreed. "I did a little research on everything British and came up with this." I said as the room lit up. 

And standing on the far side of the room was a rather young dapper young man. He was just about six foot tall with dishwater blonde hair and grey eyes. His features were very handsome and he was broad in the shoulders and ruggedly muscular. But his fingers were long and dexterous as if he played either the piano or violin regularly. And though he was muscular he wasn't so bulky as to be awkward. He could move with a gentleman's grace when need be or stealthy when called for as well. A sort of Renaissance man Stephen thought. 

"Who is that," Stephen asked.

"The new you if you want," I told him with a smile.

"What," he said his eyes locking on mine. "That's not... scratch that... so if I take up your offer I die tonight and take up a new life out there."

"Yes, I will provide you with everything you will possibly need old friend."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you deserve this, after everything you have been through. You my dear friend deserve this most of all."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say yes. Say will do it all, see it all and come back and share it with me."

"How can I possibly say no?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

A tear ran down his face and he closed his eyes. Five minutes later Stephen was sitting in his new body and was getting used to being able to move around again.

"Jon this body is amazing," he said more tears flowing. "This built in technology is remarkable."

"You also get a travelling companion of your choice. You can personalize it in any way you choose. They can appear as a hard light hologram so that you don't get lonely on your journeys. The avatar learns and has distinct personalities. You can change them if they don't work out so don't worry. You have a wide variety to choose from."

"It appears as if you have thought of everything," he said.

"Well a lot can happen out there; I just wanted to make sure you were well prepared. Are you ready?"

"Eager and ready to see anything and everything that's out there," Stephen said. "And uh Jon I owe you more than I can ever repay you."

"This isn't about debts Stephen," I told him. "This is maybe an old man making amends."

"Meaning you I take it," he said.

"Yeah, meaning me," I said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes I am."

"Goodbye Stephen and safe journey," I said.

"Thank you Jon, for everything," he replied.

There was a loud pop as the air around him collapsed and Stephen disappeared never to be seen again. I was going to miss our discussions. But oh the wonders he was going to see. I had a feeling we would see each other at some point or another. That gave me hope. I turned and Umbra appeared.

"How do you want to handle this situation Sir," she asked.

"With great dignity of course," I replied. "Inform them that he passed away from natural causes, which he did of course. It was a true loss to the scientific community really."

"I will take care of it Master," she said.

"Thank you Umbra."

I opened the doors and Stephen's nurse rushed in and examined him and looked at me accusingly. 

"He passed peacefully and painlessly," I told her.

"Damn him I warned him too much travel could kill him," she spat out.

"Don't be upset," I said. "He came here doing what he loved most. Most people perish in accidents or much worse ways. So don't blame him or yourself. Let us celebrate his life and his accomplishments. He was a great man who passed quietly but who will never be forgotten."

"You are right Sir," she said. "He came with a great passion in his heart. I cannot curse that passion or the man, thank you."

She strode away and I turned to head into the dining room. I expected to find it empty but it wasn't. Akira was there seated at the head of the long table.

"Hello Jon," she greeted me.

"Hello Akira I take it Roger is busy," I said.

"Oh yes very busy with all the publicity and scientists and all that. Far too busy for me," she pouted.

"Ah, I suspect I know where this is going," I told her.

"Well you told me on top of the train car to wait for you in Berlin," she said.

"Yes I did," I replied with a nod. "So how can I make amends to you?"

"Amends, I don't understand Jon," she said standing up.

"The device that hurled your friends into that terrible place and held you in limbo for so long was of my creation."

"That is not possible," she said.

"Then how is, that Roger spent all that time trying all those combinations to free you and I did it in mere moments."

"If that is true you can free the others," she said her voice rising in hope.

"No I can't Akira," I said.

"You mean they are dead," she said her voice dropping.

"No, they aren't dead."

"Then..."

"...their bodies are alive but their souls have been consumed by a terrible entity. An entity, that was stalking you in that mist for ten years."

"That's not true; if it was there it would have killed me."

"It was waiting until you fear had turned to panic. Then it would have pushed that to terror and then it would feast upon you. That's what it does."

"How do you know so much about that thing?"

"I used to buy information from it."

It didn't take her long to figure out how I paid for the information.

"You are a monster! You fed people to that thing for facts and statistics?"

"I did what I had to do. I will ask you again what I can do to make amends to you."

"I wish it had never happened," she said on the verge of tears.

"Is that what you want... with all your heart?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she said dropping to her knees and sobbing.

"Okay then you shall have it." I said.

"That's not possible," she said looking up at me through her ruby eyes.

"It is for me," I told her. "Now stand up and get your shit together. Wipe those tears away and act as if you are happy alright. When you get there you have to blend in okay, do you understand?"

"Yes... YES... I understand," she said her voice trembling now.

I summoned the symbiot. I drew on the full power of Weaver that was in me and peered in the 'What If's'. I heard Sterling whispering in my mind 'Jon don't do this, please don't this is so wrong.' I was closing in on my target. 'She won't be happy until she is back in her own timeline or at least a reasonable facsimile of it.' Now we were in the ballpark of it. 'Jon you know how perverted this is. Please you are trying make amends not add to your sins.' Oh but I was past reasoning now. There it was. I was in the 99 percent bracket and locking on. I had a nose for finding these things. I called them alternates or shadows, worlds that were so close to our own they were literally one decision different than our own. In this one the only difference is that Roger's group didn't find the alien device and no one died. 

With a rush of power I opened a portal and stepped in. It didn't take me long to find what I needed and came back with it. I stepped back into my world with my catch on my back. Akira was there watching as I appeared again with the unconscious girl over my shoulder. 

"Go on Akira the way has been made clear for you," I told her. "Be quick the portal can't stay open much longer."

That was enough for her to sprint through without a look behind her. The gap between worlds snapped shut and I laid the sleeping girl gently on the floor. She was identical in all ways to Akira except for the memories and experiences. I had robbed her of her love, her future and her entire world. I hope the other Akira was happy. 

I sat cross legged opposite the stranger that I had snatched from a parallel world. The sedative I had given her would wear off soon. Ah, then the confusion would start and I would weave the story I had chosen to tell her. No Jon the LIE you had fabricated to feed her to keep from going insane. 

'Well you see Akira you suffered an aneurism and it nearly killed you. What is the last thing you remember? Well let's go from there shall we? Roger is here, yes he looks older but he loves you just as much as he ever did. Blah... blah... blah...'

Sterling appeared unannounced and she looked very unhappy.

"I see the Old Devil has reared its ugly head again," she said coolly.

"Yes he has," I said.

"Why Jon," she asked. "Why have you done this terrible thing? Just because you can do a thing..."

"I know," I agreed. "The power burns in me. It whispers to me, calls to me to be used! It's like a goddamn drug!"

"You didn't deactivate the nanites in the other Akira," she said.

"I know," I said.

"You did that on purpose," she asked.

"Yes, everything has its price. She wanted to be back with Roger and the others. The price is watching them all grow old and die. Watching anyone and everyone she loves and ever will love grow old and die."

"How is what you did making amends then," she asked.

"I guess it wasn't after all," I said. "I guess deep down after everything I have been through I am a monster."

"I don't think so."

"Why do you say that?"

"You still love your family. You care enough to lie to this poor girl. And you love so many others elsewhere."

"Then I guess I am somewhere in the middle then."

"I guess so."

The girl stirred and sat up. She opened her eyes and they were the most amazing color of sterling silver. Had I somehow made a mistake? 

"Where am I?" she asked.

"Berlin," I told her.

"Who are you," she asked again.

"My name is Jon Masters. How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy and confused but otherwise fine, has something happened?"

"You have suffered an aneurism my dear," I said.

"An aneurism well that seems unlikely, but let me check." Her eyes flashed and then narrowed evilly. "Why would you lie about such a thing Mr. Masters?" 

Suddenly a shimmering hologram of an elfin figure appeared and spoke to Akira.

"Mistress I am unable to access the World Network. But there is a crude binary network that I do not recognize in place. Also Lady there is a very powerful Ghost Web in orbit consisting of 36 satellites powered by what appears to some form of cold fusion technology that I am not familiar with."

"Oops, my bad," I chuckled. "My apologies Lady Akira you deserve an explanation. Would you care for a fine bottle of wine while I spin you an interesting tale?"

"This time it better be the truth Jon for your sake."

"Oh I like this version of you much better," I said.

"This version... what the fuck does that mean?"

I led her down to the wine cellar and let her have her pick. She had a very cultured palate and a very expensive one too. We returned upstairs and while I poured a ten thousand dollar bottle of wine I talked and she fumed.

The world she came from hadn't known war for more than ten thousand years. Apparently the Eternal Master had decided to lay his dominion over the world and that as they say is that. All the nations of the world had known a world of plenty and prosperity ever since. 

"I can send you back if you want," I offered her.

"You obviously need my help," she said with a smirk on her face.

"Really, where do you suggest I begin?"

"Get rid of this silly religion thing, prove it as a hoax and go on from there."

"OH, that will go over well..." I said. "Riots in the streets... mass hysteria... etc etc"

"Okay show them the Button you built," she said.

The Button is a permanent two way wormhole linking Earth's solar system with another star system half way across the galaxy. I picked the system for its location, mineral resources and the two earth class worlds that are uninhabited. It was perfect for a first step out of the solar system. 

"How the hell do you even know about that?"

"Why do you think I was in that cave in the first place? I have been looking for more of your legacy silly man."

"You need to give me more than that."

"When you finished with the earth and everything was ordered. You left and went out among the stars. It was you that created the Button near the sun. You forged the way ahead for all of mankind to follow out into the universe. We have colonies in much of our galaxy thanks to you. We have allies and trade agreements with several other species. Humanity is a thriving race thanks to you. I want that here too."

"Well if that is what you want I may have to appoint you my Architect, what do you say?"

"I would be honored," Akira said tears forming in her eyes.

"But first I want a complete work up on you and every bit of tech you possess if you have no objections," I said.

"I have none," she said. "I would do the same in your position. I would want to know who and what I was dealing with as well."

"I am glad you are so cooperative, Sterling if you do the honors."

"Yes Jon," she said as she appeared.

A shaft of violet light appeared around Akira and rings of bluish light drifted down in ten second intervals. After ten rings had passed over her the scan was complete.

"I have all the data I require," Sterling said. "Also I had sent out a complete press release concerning Stephen's passing. His body is being sent back to London with full honors per your requests. The world mourns his passing."

"As it should," I said. "He was a great man. I bet he is having a great time. Where is he?"

"He is examining the Cerberus Cluster per your suggestion," Sterling said.

"Excellent, he is going to love that!"

"Okay," Akira said. "I am really fucking confused is this guy dead or not."

"To the world he is dead," I said. "But I gave him a second life in a genetically engineered body I made for him as a gift."

"He must have been a very close friend," Akira said.

"He suffered greatly but also gave so much to the world," I said. "He deserved it."

"You are a very kind man," Akira told me.

"In this case yes," I said.

"Master, "Umbra said as she appeared suddenly. She seemed quite upset. "I have some disturbing news."

"Jon, be calm," Sterling said soothingly.

"Aw crap," Akira said.

"Show me," I said.

Umbra displayed a virtual screen. On the screen was a news caster for Al Jazeera who was excitedly announcing the capture of American prisoners. This was in reaction to the demonic cold fusion power that Roger Sterling had discovered. A member of the Iranian government appeared next and supported the actions of these holy warriors. He was ranting about the evil of this devil energy. 

"Sterling do it," I said.

"Yes Jon but be... diplomatic please!"

"I will I promise," I told her.

She cut into the transmission and there I was talking to the Iranian live for all the world to see.




Evil Bitch



"You dirty little minx," I moaned as she continued pushing back and the thrill of the moment made me hard as a rock once more.

"NNNNNNN so big.... So deep in MY ass brother..." Carol moaned.

"It looks like we are both guilty of torturing you and we both need to pay the price." Colleen said grinning from ear to ear.

"I see and you agree to the conditions Carol?" I asked even as she began to fuck me with her ass.

"Yessss... anything you want... anytime you want... Any hole you want... Master," Carol moaned.

"Well it appears I am going to violate your ass with cum again slave." I told Carol as Colleen closed the curtains and walked upstairs.

We ran out of hot water long before we ran out of sexual stream but the ice cold water halted our fucking for the time being. We dried off and dressed and true to the rules both of the twins wore matching outfits with short skirts and dark blouses concealing the lack of bras. I was wondering how long I could keep up with the two cock hungry twins and the more I thought about it the better the situation appeared to me.

Monday rolled around and the twins were off to school and I was left home alone with mom. She was doing laundry and was in my room looking at the class schedule for the local community college trying to decide which degree I was going to go for. There came the light knock on my door and my mom's voice.

"Jonathon can I come in," she asked so politely.

"Sure mom come on in," I told her and sat up as she walked in and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"I know how difficult it has been for you since you got home. Carol and Colleen told me everything."

I raised my eyebrow and tried to keep my voice calm while I replied.

"Everything, what did they say exactly?"

"How they have been giving you trouble since you moved back in and what a pain in the ass they've been for you." She said so seriously and I almost busted out laughing remember each of them impaled on my cock while it was buried in their ass. "Oh don't try and be all noble about it I know what bitches girls can be."

"We've come to an understanding mom," I told her honestly and that seemed to relieve her.

"You know what we haven't really spent any time together how about we watch a movie?" she said reaching for my remote control.

It took everything not to panic and snatch it away from her knowing that if she hit play what she would see.

"How about we do it upstairs where we can be more comfortable?" I offered and she just smiled.

"Oh I get it, you been watching some porn to take the edge of is that it and you don't want your squeamish old mom to see it."

"Exactly," I said and almost fainted when she hit the power button and then hit play.

There in all her not so innocence was Carol taking my cock up her ass as she rode me and the explosion I was waiting for never happened.

"I knew you guys had patched things up but I never imagined this," mom said watching intently. "Man I make some good looking babies. She looks just like me when I was that age... of course I never did anal until much later on after college before I met your dad."

"I don't know what to say," I was fucking speechless.

"Just don't post this on the internet of I will kill you myself."

"Okay," I muttered still in a state of shock.

"Any other places I should know about that are wired for sound?"

"No just my bedroom... why," I asked her.

"I sometimes do my housework in just an apron. It get's me all wet and eager for when your dad comes home."

"MOM! Jesus!" I cried out.

"Oh come on am I that hideous," she was crying now.

"No, it's not that it's just ew thinking of you and dad doing it..."

"Oh so you do think I'm still attractive?"

"If you weren't my mom you'd be the hottest MILF in the entire neighborhood."

"Really?" she was sniffling now her eyes still red from the tears.

"Yeah, I'd have you bent over the kitchen table and taking you from behind like nobody's business."

She wiped the last of the tears from her eyes.

"You don't think my ass is too big?"

"I don't think so... I've never really..."

Suddenly she was on her feet and turning around sticking her bubble butt in my face.

"What do you think?" 'sniffle'

"Damn that's one fine ass you got there mom dad's a lucky guy..." 'boom' came the waterworks again. "What did I say this time!?"

She undid her jeans and tugged them down showing me her black t-bar that split her ass cheeks and the smell of her pussy was strong. She must be soaking wet! 

"If you came home from work and saw me on my hands and knees like this," she said climbing on my bed with her ass hanging off the side. "Would you fuck me like nobody's business?"

"If you weren't my mom I yank that t-bar off and pound that naughty pussy of yours like crazy."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, you mean like this..." she said reaching for the waistband of her underwear.

"MOM... what are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said biting her lip and continuing on pulling her t-bar down.

Thankfully I was not at an angle to see her dripping pussy. Then she reached between her legs and I heard the sloppy wet sounds of her fingers sliding inside of her. Her eyes closed and I picked up the remote and switched it to a new file and began recording. 

"Are you recording me baby," mom asked coyly.

"Yeah, I can't believe you are on my bed on your hands and knees playing with your pussy."

"Here... taste," she said offering me her wet fingers.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth and knew I had crossed the point of no return. Her pussy juices tasted great and I was rock hard in seconds flat.

"I have a bit of a problem mom," I said pointing to my trapped cock.

"Let me see what I can do about that," she moaned as she crawled over and unzipped me. "My oh my it's bigger in person!"

She licked the underside from the base to the tip before sliding it into her mouth. I was suspecting that dad had not been performing his husbandly duties for a while now and mom had reached her breaking point. She needed a cock in her and she didn't care where it came from. And my cock didn't care whose mouth was lovingly licking and sucking on it. I grabbed her by the hair and made a fist and I think she came right then and there. 

"You are a dirty little slut aren't you mom?"

"MMMMMMMMMMHHHMMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned around my dick.

"You don't care whose cock is buried inside of you do you?"

"UHHHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHH," she moaned again.

"Good now suck that cock or it doesn't go in that soaking fucking wet cunt of yours," I told her.

She ratcheted up her attack on my dick and sucked it like a woman dying of thirst. I grabbed the other side of her head and started fucking her throat. There was my mom, the dirty whore, with her son's cock buried in her throat moaning like a common street tramp.

"You know I am going to fuck your ass don't you?"

"I am counting on it," she managed to reply coming up for air.

"Good now turn around and smile for the camera you filthy slut!"

She eagerly faced away from me and stuck her ass high in the air and I knelt behind her not even bothering to take off my jeans. I just slid my cock into her surprisingly tight pussy.

"Damn mom your pussy feels great!"

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN god damn son your cock is so much thicker than your dad's!"

"Let's see how long it takes to make you come," I said as I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her in long hard strokes. The slapping sound of our bodies was loud in my ears and I watched intently as her pussy swallowed up my cock over and over again.

"Hell of a view back her mom," I said as I eased a finger into her asshole.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned her body beginning to shake.

"Are you going to cum already?"

"I... it doesn't take much to... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" she cried out as she came.

I thrust harder into her as she shook and moaned incoherently. Damn when was the last time she got fucked? Then the second and third and fourth orgasms followed one right after the other. Mom was the queen of multiple orgasms and that was hard to top. Soon she was a shivering mass and begging me to take a break. I raised an eyebrow and plowed right ahead fucking her relentlessly. Nine... ten... twelve... until finally I felt my first orgasm coming on and she thrust back as hard and fast as she could. I was surprised the old girl had any strength left. My cock swelled deep inside of her stretching her and sending her over the edge. As her pussy gripped me it pushed me over that wonderful edge and I shot a huge load deep in my mom's womb. It was my time to pant and wheeze.

"God damn mom that was fucking amazing," I said after I had caught my breath.

"No," she said shoving me onto my back and taking me into her mouth once more. "This is going to be amazing!"

She attacked my cock with a zeal and hunger I had never experienced before. My mom had my cock so far down her throat her lips were around the base. Then she was bobbing her head up and down until I was rock fucking hard. Then she straddled me and pointed the head of my dick at her asshole and slowly dropped down.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM it's been so fucking long," she moaned eyes closed as she savored this special moment. "OHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS it's going in! Look son the head of your COCK is in my ASS! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM now watch the rest slide right... on... IN!!!!"

Her body slowly sunk down until she was completely impaled. She was breathing heavy but her color was good and her desire to get ass fucked was obvious. 

"Now this is HOW you fuck a WOMAN'S ASS son..." she said as she began to ride me slowly and deeply. "All the way UP until only the tip is left in then all the way DOWN until it's buried as deep as it can go. See that honey?"

"NNNNNNNNNNNNN fuck yeah I do!!" I moaned as she fucked me.

I reached under my pillow and pulled out the dildo and lubed it up and handed it to her. She didn't even blink 'slam' when the false cock deep into her pussy and mom was a woman in seventh heaven. As she fucked me with her ass she fucked herself with the toy. It wasn't very long before I had to take over rolling her onto her back and driving my hips forward slow but steady and once more the orgasms just pounded her one after the other. I lost count after eighteen I was more concerned about my own imminent climax. As my cock swelled again and stretched her tight little ass I asked her where she wanted me to cum.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM be a dear and spray your mom's face that's a good boy."

I nodded and thrust into her harder and faster and when I could fight it no longer I yanked my cock from her ass and straddled her tits and shot my second load all over her throat, face and hair. She leaned up and licked and sucked the last bit before collapsing content.

We showered together and I washed my sperm from her hair and it wasn't until afterwards that she began crying again and I held her.

"Oh we shouldn't have done that it was wrong," she said into my chest.

"Yep all those orgasms and my cock buried in your ass... that was so very wrong," I told her.

"You're mocking me," she said hurt.

"MOM... you came into my room, pulled down your jeans and underwear and sucked me off before I fucked you sensesless. Then you rode my cock with your ass and used a toy for your pussy. I don't want to come off as mean or insensitive but don't be a hypocrite. Did you enjoy what happened between us yes or no?"

She looked as if she had been slapped and maybe it was the year in prison that taught me some harsh lessons but I was not going to regret things that happen in my life anymore. I watched as she looked up at me and saw her eyes widen and a slow smile spread across her lips.

"When did you get so damn smart?" she said.

"A year away from the people I love marks you and you learn to survive and live without regrets. I don't regret anything that has happened since I got home. Not a damn thing. We don't to ever be intimate ever again but I will not deny how much I enjoyed the pleasure we shared."

"So how long have you been sleeping with your sister," she asked.

"It's sisters and it's only been a couple of days now." I freely admitted it all.

"Why did you do it?"

"Believe it or not I didn't start it, Carol and Colleen did I have the proof. But you can't say anything."

"Show me," she said and was all mom now.

"Okay."

She saw the first few hours of the sexual torment I went through and the footage of my first encounter with the Evil Bitch.

"Damn that was intense!" Mom said finally.

I reached between her legs and she was soaked... again. She moaned as I teased her labia and clit but quickly got to her feet and threw on a shirt.

"I have work to do," she said with a look of bitter disappointment.

"Go, it ain't like I am going anywhere." I told her.

"True." She moaned and was gone.

I wasn't sure who I felt the worse for my mom or my dad. He was really screwing things up and I didn't know how to approach him about it. I could simply man up and confront him and tell him how much time he was not spending with mom. Hell I didn't know.

I contacted the community college and found out that I had to take some entry exams to see where my education level was. But I didn't have a car so that meant either borrowing one or having mom drive me. I found her in the living room folding laundry and she stopped and looked up at me.

"What's up," she asked.

"I have an appointment tomorrow at the college to take some entrance exams to see where I sit in things. Can I borrow the car or do you want to drive me?"

"Do you have an up to date driver's license?"

"I don't know if it's still good or not."

"Okay, let's make a day of it tomorrow. We'll get up early and go by the license bureau and see if your license is good or not. Then we can go by the college and then do lunch. How does that sound?"

"That works for me, thanks mom."

I spent the rest of the day doing yard work and getting some fresh air. Something that most people take for granted but after what I had been through I sit outside even the weather's shitty. 

"Hey Jonathon," came a female voice from over my left shoulder.

"Oh hey Tina," I said looking over at my neighbor.

"How's it feel being home?" She asked as she hung up her laundry on the clothes line.

"Eh not bad, I am officially the basement dweller but I have my own entrance so I can come or go whenever. How are you doing?"

"Me and Ken split up about three months back so I am going it on my own."

"I am sorry to hear that, well if you need help with your lawn give me a holler I'll mow it for you."

"That's so sweet," she smiled.

"Isn't he," my mom's voice caught me off guard as she brought out her own load to be hung up.

I looked up and there was mom changed into a t-shirt and a blue jean skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a little smile. Tina walked over to the wooden fence and waved me over so I moved to our side and waited. 

"If you are looking for a job or just a way of making some easy money I own some rental properties that could use a handyman." She offered as she dropped her hand and I soon discovered why she had chosen that particular spot in the fence.

She managed to slip her tiny hands in the gap in the fence and began to rub the front of my shorts until I was painfully hard.

"What are you doing my mom is right there," I whispered.

"I am going to jack you off while we have a pleasant conversation," she moaned. "If you want more you can sneak over and 'mow my lawn' for me."

She managed to unzip and free me one handed and with a little spit in her palm was stroking me nice and slow.

"If you want to," I moaned. "When mom goes inside you can drop your shorts and press your ass up against the fence for a little fun."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM you are a naughty boy."

"Says the woman jacking me off," I said unflinching.

"Jonathon are you okay?"

"Yeah I got things in hand," I said over my shoulder as Tina began squeezing me as she stroked me off.

I crossed my arms over the top of the fence and looked down watching her tiny hand work its magic.

"Like the view Jonathon?" Tina asked.

"I'd like it better if you opened a few buttons so I could see some cleavage."

"I think I can manage that," she said undoing two buttons and allowing me to see he D Cup titties.

"Nice, how hard are your nipple you dirty little whore?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM very," she purred.

"You wearing underwear," I asked.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM okay naughty boy," she growled and with her free hand reached down and tugged her shorts off then her underwear luckily her shirt hung low enough to cover her ass cheeks. "How's that?"

"Wonderful, now why don't you finger your pussy while you jack me off?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSS," she moaned as she slid a few fingers between her legs.

"When I cum I want you to lift your shirt and spray your pussy with my cum."

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN okay are you getting close?"

"UHHHH HUHHHHH," I moaned.

"Tell me so I can lift my shirt..." Tina said her eyes now half lidded and she was licking her lips in anticipation. "Cum on me Jonathon MMMMMMMMMMM spray my pussy with your cum."

"Almost there..." I groaned. "Lift your shirt now... UNNN UNNNN UNNNNN now..." I whispered as I felt my cock jerk and watched the spurts spray her shaved pussy with cum.

"I'm heading in," mom called out and took her basket in with her.

"NOW... turn around and back up slut!" I ordered her.

"I don't know..."

"...now or never... I am going to count to five and at five I go inside."

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

"One... Two... Three... Four... UNNNNNNNNNNNNN YEAHHHHHHHHH damn your pussy's tight Tina."

At the last possible second she spun and jabbed her ass backward impaling her soaked pussy on my cock. Now I was thrusting as much as I could trying not to be completely obvious to what I was doing.

"How does that feel?" I moaned.

"Wonderful... it's been so damn long since I had a real cock in me."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM push back just a little.... OH YEAH THAT'S IT..."

"Fuck my pussy baby... make me cum for you..."

"This is so fucking intense." I moaned.

"Especially since Denise is inside... she could be watching right now."

"Little Denise..." I said as I thrust into her tight wet slit.

"Not so little she's got tits to die for now," Tina moaned louder suddenly. "OH BABY I am almost there... just a little... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

Like mom her entire body was shaking as she came and I could tell it was a strong one. She ground her pussy against me as she came and when she could speak she had 'that' look in her eye.

"I am going to turn around... drop to my knees... and make you cum down my throat lover..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I want to see that." I growled.

She looked around and quickly slipped her shorts back on then dropped down and took me in her talented mouth. Tina never used her hands it was all tongue, lips and suction. She was the most talented cocksucker I had ever met and it didn't take her long to get me close to shooting down her throat. Even as my cock swelled in her mouth Denise her daughter was coming outside and with a muffled grunt from me and quick swallows from her it was over and done with. I quickly snatched my cock back, tucked it in and zipped up as nonchalantly as I could. 

"Oh hey Denise," I said giving her mom time to finish swallowing my load.

"Hey Jonathon how's it going," she was all smiles.

"Damn you've grown up," I told her and she actually blushed.

Tina finally got to her feet and turned to face her daughter.

"Mom you look all red maybe you got too much sun today can I get you some ice water or something?"

"That'd be nice sweetie," Tina said throwing me an evil grin over her shoulder as she headed inside.




Evil Bitch



"Oh hey looks like you missed some panties mom," Denise said bending over and picking them up before her mom could. "Looks like a dirty pair stuck to the basket again. I'll take them to the basement for you."

"Thanks kiddo I appreciate it."

"Hey Jonathon," she whispered.

"Yeah," I leaned closer as she moved to stand close to the fence.

"I saw what you were doing with my mom," she winked. "I could see 'everything' from my bedroom window upstairs."

"Ummm..." I began but she smiled.

"If you leave your basement door unlocked tonight I can show you what a real cocksucker can do."

"What..." I said in mock shock.

"MMMMMMMMM see these babies," she said cupping her tits. "They feel real good wrapped around that monster you got down there."

"My door is always open to you," I told her.

"Good, how about eleven is that good for you?"

"Yeah I could use the rest to be honest."

"Rest up stud you are going to need it."

"See you at eleven."

I headed inside and found my mom sitting in the living room smiling her evil smile.

"So you and Denise huh," she whispered in a conspiratory tone.

"Maybe..." I whispered back.

"She's more your age anyway and with tits like those she'll be fun."

"Damn mom you almost shocked me there... almost."

"If I were a guy I'd make sure those bad boys were wrapped around my cock, if I had a cock that is."

"Believe it or not..."

"She offered I knew I liked that girl for a reason."

"I am going to take a nap."

"That's probably a good idea son; she looks like she could eat you alive."

"Let's hope."

I laid down and drifted into a deep sleep and apparently mom let me sleep through dinner as it was Denise opening the door that woke me. I kept my eyes closed and waited to see what she would do.

"Jonathon..." she whispered. "...must still be asleep."

I felt her slip onto my bed and carefully tug my covers down revealing the fact that I was sleeping in the nude. My erection was plain for her to see in the dim lighting. There was shifting as she stripped down to nothing and then I heard her open a bottle and peeked to see her lubing up her tits for me. Then she was kneeling between my legs and wrapping her breasts around my hard cock and then she was massaging me with them.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," I moaned eyes still closed.

"I always wanted to wake a guy up like this," she giggle to herself.

She was rubbing them independently now driving me crazy.

"DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I moaned as I 'woke' up. "That feels amazing."

"I knew you'd like that." She said proud of her large tits.

"The only thing better would be your tight little pussy wrapped around me." I moaned.

"I can fix that lover," Denise said straddling me. "I hope that monster will fit inside of me."

She took me in hand and directed the head of my cock to her wet slit and rubbed it a few times before letting the tip slide in.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNICE," she moaned.

"God Damn Your PUSSY is like a fucking vice baby," I groaned.

She was taking deep breaths as she slid down very slow.

"DAMN you are stretching me out like crazy," she purred.

After a long minute I was finally deep inside of her.

"I did it," she moaned. "I got all of it inside of me."

"How's it feel baby?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM feels so good!" she moaned as she leaned forward offering me nipples to lick or suck on.

I flicker my tongue over her sensitive nipples and her half dollar size areole. We did that for a few minutes while she got used to my cock so deep in her. Then she slowly lifted and dropped and was moaning loud now.

"UNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Denise groaned as she fucked me.

"Shit I have never felt so tight a pussy in my whole life," I moaned.

"I'm glad yours is the biggest dick that has ever been inside of me," she admitted.

There was something about the way she said 'ever' that stuck with me.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Denise am I your first?"

"NNNNNNNNNO not exactly," she moaned as she rode me faster now.

"What do you mean not exactly," I replied cupping her tits and kneading them.

"I've sucked lots of dicks," she said proudly. "I can deep throat at least as good as mom."

"How many guys have you actually slept with?"

"One."

"Besides me," I asked.

"No one... you're my first." She admitted close to tears.

"Hey it's okay I'm glad you gave me that honor," I said pulling her close.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM really? Will you... I mean..."

I leaned up and kissed her and slowly rolled her onto her back without pulling out. Still kissing I slowly thrust into her feeling her legs wrap around my waist. She was moaning into my mouth now as I made love to her like she deserved. I felt her shaking before too long and whispered for her to relax and just let it happen. Then her pussy was squeezing me so hard it almost pushed me out of her. Denise managed to grab a pillow and scream into it as she came. When I pulled it away her eyes were wide and she whispered in my ear.

"You can fuck me harder now that was amazing."

Smiling down at her I thrust harder and faster now and watched her eyes roll up in her head as she cried out over and over.

"YESSSS YESSSSS YESSSSSSSS fuck me Jonathon... fuck me good!"

She kept the pillow close for as I rolled her onto her side for a little deeper penetration she was gripping it like a life line. 

"You okay," I managed to ask without laughing.

"Yeah I get loud when I cum."

"Good then I know I am doing everything right."

"Right, hell Jonathon your dick is stretching me in all the 'best' ways. I could do this all night long."

"Don't say that I might just take you up on that."

"I could do this all night long."

I eased out of her and slapped her on the ass.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," I ordered.

"MMMMMMMMM doggy style..."

"Yep and that way I can cup your tits while I fuck you."

"OOOH I love it when a guy plays with them."

Soon she was on her hands and knees and I was sliding back into her and her moan reminded me of her mom. I leaned forward and grabbed her tits as I began thrusting into her near virginal pussy again.

"MMMMM MMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM oh god Jonathon I love what your dick does to me!"

"Say cock," I told her.

"What?"

"Say I love the way your COCK feels inside of me."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I love the way your COCK feels inside of me lover."

"That's better. Now you sound like a real cock sucker."

"OOOOH Good... I really wanted to impress you..."

I slapped her hard on the ass and her moan was music to my ears. I alternated slapping her ass cheeks as I pounded her pussy hard now.

"UNNN UNNNNN UNNNNN MMMMMMMM damn your cock is filling me up so much."

"You like having your ass slapped don't you Denise?"

"Yes I do," she purred.

"How about when I do this," I asked as I slipped my fingers into her hair and slowly made a fist.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she moaned as her pussy began to squeeze me again. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She cried out as another orgasm slammed into her.

"I am getting close to cumming baby where do you want it?"

"On my tits?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM tits it is..." I told her as I rolled her onto her back.

I placed one of her legs over my shoulders and slammed my cock a good inch deeper than she had ever felt before. Her hips lifted up and ground against me. Each thrust pushed me closer and closer to shooting my load. When I was seconds away I tried to pull out but she kept thrusting her hips against me.

"Denise... Denise... DENISE..." I cried out as thick ropes of cum painted the inside of her tight little pussy.

"Sorry I got carried away," she said biting her lip.

"It's okay maybe we should stop for tonight."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO please Jonathon... I'm on the pill."

"You want to make it up to me?"

"Oh you know I do," she said smiling up at me.

"Let me video tape us having sex then," I told her.

"Okay... as long as it doesn't go on the internet. If you promise I'll believe you."

"No internet, I don't need that kind of exposure either."

"Alright... so do I have to wait or..."

"Nope just go and stand at the foot of the bed for me."

She got up and walked to where I told her and I hit the remote and we were live. I sat at the foot and motioned for her to get to her knees.

"Show me what a good cock sucker you are lover," I said.

She licked her lips and dropped down and just like mom used only her lips, tongue and suction to pleasure me. I was hard again in no time at all. Denise was an A Class Cocksucker. She deep throated me with no sign of a gag reflex and cupped my balls and played with them as my cock popped into her throat. Then she began to hum adding a whole new element to the game and I loved it.

"Damn girl you definitely know your way around a cock." I praised her.

Her head was bobbing up and down as she licked and sucked like a fucking demon. If this were the good old days I'd marry her on the spot. She beat her mom's talent by light years. 

"UNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," I was moaning to beat the band. "I am going to cum darling... do you need to..."

She ground her head down until her lips were easily wrapped around the base of my cock and even as she massaged my balls my dick swelled up and as I shot down her throat she jabbed a lubed finger up my ass and I saw fireworks. I came TWICE. I bit my lip so hard I bled to keep from screaming the pleasure was that intense.

"GOD DAMN GIRL," I moaned in her ear when I could breathe again. "NO ONE HAS SUCKED MY COCK THAT GOOD EVER!!!!"

She slowly lifted her head up licking the underside of my dick as she went, then she wiped each corner of her mouth before grinning wickedly at me.

"I told you I was good."

"Hands down best fucking blowjob ever... I mean EVER."

"And we can watch it over and over again."

"Yes we can."

"My turn..." she moaned in my ear as she sat in my lap. "Will you eat my pussy mister?"

"Do you like getting ate out little girl," I asked nibbling her ear.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM yesssssssssss," she said in that coy girly tone that got me stiff hearing it. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMISTER your thing is all hard again."

"It's all your fault," I said nipping at her neck.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I like that too mister..."

"Good not sit on the edge of the bed and I'll lick your little pussy til you scream."

"Oh you're bleeding," she said then licked the blood from my chin before kissing me.

Oh there was a dark side to this girl and the more I saw it the more I liked it. I played with her tits while she kissed me and when she finally broke the kiss she was moaning in my ear and squirming in my lap.

"Fuck me lover," she begged.

"NO... first I lick your pussy like the naughty little girl you are."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM okay," she said and moved off my lap reluctantly.

Denise sat down next to me and I moved to kneel between her legs.

"Tsk Tsk," I whispered. "Your pussy needs shaving my pet."

"Oh no," she said putting her fist to her mouth. "Who will shave my tight little pussy for me? Would you do it mister?"

"You bet I will," I said smiling. "Let me get a few things first." 

As I stood up the little devil tried to snare the head of my cock with her mouth again and pouted when she missed.

"Damn."

I got what I needed and returned to my bedroom. I placed a towel under her ass and had her lie back. I used a wet towel I brought in a bowl with water to get her pubes wet enough. Then I used some shaving cream and lathered her up real good. Her bush was thick and hadn't been trimmed ever as far as I knew. I unfolded the straight razor and her eyes lit up. It wasn't fear I saw in them but excitement.

"Don't move a muscle," I commanded her.

"Yes Sir."

I spread her legs wide and licked my lips as I brought the razor into play. I had never done this before so it was a night of firsts. Bit by bit and slowly but surely her pubes disappeared beneath my steady hand and soon she was bald as the day she was born. I rinsed and wiped her clean before applying baby powder to treat the bare skin. Denise sat up and grinned at her naked sex.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I love it so smooth..." she said running her fingers over the area.

I removed the bowel, cloth and razor and returned ready to eat some pussy. She was prone once more and I knelt down and lowered my mouth to her pussy. I breathed lightly on it and she moaned softly. Then I licked her from the bottom of her sex to her clit in one slow motion.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN fuck!" she growled.

I flicker my tongue over her sensitive clit and felt her hips leave the bed with a feral moan. Then I slowly lapped at her clam shaped pussy teasing her labia and clit in tortuous leisurely movements of my tongue. When I felt she was ready I ease a single finger inside of her and heard her gasp of pleasure. When I began fingering her and suckling her clit her legs began to shake. I lifted her left leg onto my shoulder and eased a second finger into her and 'boom' she came and I heard her muffled scream but I kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her. 

"Oh please fuck me... please... please..."

"UMMMMMMMMMMMM NO," I told her as I thrust harder and faster into her.

"OH... MY... GOD..." and her hips left the bed again and her sex was soaked now.

I rolled her onto her belly and yanked on her hips until she was kneeling on the floor with me. I took my cock in hand and teased her with the head.

"Please lover... give it to me..." she pleaded.

"Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart for me," I demanded.

"Anything..." Denise said as she reached back, grabbed her well rounded cheeks and pulled them apart. "Is that far enough?"

"Yeah," I said and leaned down and spat on her puckered anus.

Then I took my index finger and made slow circles over the slick sphincter.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM slide it into me," she groaned. "Let me feel your finger in my butt."

"Ass..." I corrected her. "In your ass."

"Please baby slide that sweet finger of yours into my ASS!"

I pushed slowly and heard another gasp and a low groan.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN feels so good."

As I began to finger her asshole I slid my cock into her pussy.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS fill me up lover!"

I thrust slowly with my hips as I teased her ass with a single digit.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN another..." she moaned.

"Another?"

"Two fingers?"

I eased my ring finger next to my index finger stretching her asshole even more now.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN is this what double penetration is like?" she asked dreamily.

"Not hardly do you want to try that?" I asked surprised.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM what girl doesn't dream of being the center of attention of two guys?"

"Has your mom ever done that?" I asked as I thrust my fingers harder now.

"Maybe," she purred.

"I have a toy hidden under my pillow... now has your mother ever fucked two guys at once?"

"Yes... it sounded like she was going to die from pleasure."

"Have you ever done anal before, I mean with toys or your fingers?"

"MMMMMMMMMaybe..." she purred. "Can I have the toy now mister?"

"Sure, go get it..." I said as I pulled my fingers and cock from her.

She hopped up and dove onto the bed and found the dildo under my pillow. Then she retrieved her bottle of lube and applied it to the toy. Denise rolled onto her back, lifted up and spread her legs so I could see everything. She gripped an ass cheek with one hand and eased the toy into her ass with the other. It took her a while to ease it in but once it was in she was all business.

"Hey mister do you want to watch me fuck my ass with your toy or do you want to fuck me while I do it?"

"What do you want?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I want you to stand over me and jack off while I use your toy."

Like I said this girl has a dark side and I was slowly falling in lust. I crawled onto my bed and lay on top of her kissing her fiercely before standing up and placing one foot on either side of her.

"Show me what you got," I said as I grabbed my cock and started stroking it.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM can you see my asshole mister... good!" she asked as the dildo moved in and out of her nether region. "I bet you wish this was your COCK don't you. Yeah I can see it in your eyes. You want to fuck my ASS don't you?"

I nodded and stroked my cock a little faster.

"UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN... see how deep its going into my butt? I wish it was your cock in my ass mister. So thick and so hard... sliding in and out of me. I bet it would stretch my little asshole better than this toy is. MMMMMMMMMMMM I want to feel you deep in my ass..." she licked her lips and jabbed the toy into her ass harder now. "UNNN UNNNN UNNNNN I can only imagine it's your cock mister. I can only dream it's you fucking my tight... little... ASS!" She was gripping the dildo with both hands now and was shifting so that her ass and pussy were pointing at the ceiling now. "See how deep your toy is in my butt! See how it stretches it out. MMMMMMMMMMMMM hey mister... are you going to spray your cum all over my dirty little hole or maybe my face? Would you like to shoot your thick cum all over my tits? No... I know what you want. You want to ram that long... fat... cock of yours deep into my ass and cum in there don'tcha?"

I was panting now and my cock was leaking precum like crazy. I was so fucking close and I could tell she was too.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM please cum with me mister. Please shoot your thick load all over me! I need your cum lover... I need your cock in my ass! OH GOD BABY I'm gonna cum! Gonna... gonna... CuMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

I couldn't have planned it any better. The minute she cried out my cock pulsed and that hot thick cum she wanted painted her ass, her tits and her face in a lovely arc. My knees nearly buckled and I had to sit before I fell over I had come so damn hard. She was licking and rubbing my cum into her skin while the toy was still sticking out of her ass so obscenely. Denise got onto her hands and knees and crawled over to me and I could see the toy like some tail poking out behind her.

"Hey you did you enjoy that as much as it looked like you did?" she asked.

"UHHH HUHHHHH," I moaned weakly.

"Do you still want to fuck my ASS?"

"You know I do," I growled.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM maybe next time I don't want you getting bored of me."

"Sweetness I don't think I could ever get bored of you," I admitted.

"Good cause I am addicted to your COCK." She said accentuating the last word.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM good... and ummmm you so need a shower."

"Take one with me?"

"If I do I can't promise I won't do something naughty to you."

"MMMMMMMMMM I'm counting on it."

Six o'clock came early the next morning considering that Denise left at four o'clock. Mom stalked down and opened my door and peered inside.

"It smells like sex in here Jonathon," she said with an evil grin. "Did you fuck that poor girl to death?"

"I think it was more like the other way around," I moaned.

"Coffee?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM yes please."

"Oh my god I just got wet hearing you moan... damn I need a boy toy." She hinted and was gone.

I showered, shaved and managed to dress myself without mishap. Everyone was upstairs and staring at me like I had been caught red handed.

"What?" I asked as I grabbed a coffee mug.

"How about nine point nine on the volume last night stud," My dad said.

"Sorry."

"Don't be your only young once enjoy all the sex you can get while you can." He advised.

"I will," I said looking at the twins who grinned back.

After three cups of coffee and a full breakfast I felt remotely human. Dad and the twins left leaving mom and me alone.

"So?" she asked.

"So?"

"Spill it mister," she grinned.

"Denise is a total fucking freak."

"Excellent! Try not to break her too soon."




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"I will try but no guarantees."

"That's my boy." Mom beamed. "Let's head out."