16 comments/ 26152 views/ 20 favorites Iron Bitch Ch. 01 By: Lost Boy I decided to merge a few story lines. Iron rain, Evil Bitch and Stormy are coming together here in one series. I hope you like it. If you have not read all of evil bitch series and iron rain this may not make sense. Also this is done in third person. All characters are over 18... and you may notice some personality changes in characters. I attribute this to Jon messing with the 'what ifs'. I hope you enjoy. Suggestions are always welcome and please feel free to vote and comment. Thanks and here is the first installment of... Chapter 01 The Ghost Lines Awaken: Numenor: Anchored off the coast of Arkham Massachusetts One week had passed since the death of the American hostages in Iran as well as the strange passing of the Iranian Cleric. Nick Shaw knew that Jon had a hand in the Cleric's death but he said nothing. A lot had happened in that week, he had managed to convince many of the upper level Masters of the Order to push the Fusion Energy Initiative through Congress. It was now up to the President to sign it into law. He saw no reason that that shouldn't come to pass. The only thing troubling him was the lack of communication from Jon Masters. Where the hell was he? "Surfer," Nick called out to his primary avatar. "Yes Master," his digital counterpart replied as he appeared. "Any word from Berlin," Nick asked. "Yes Sir but not from Master Jon, I have a communique from Lady Masters. Would you like me to play it for you Sir?" "Why haven't you delivered it before now?" "It states in it not to disturb you Master in the subject line. I am sorry Sir did I make a mistake?" "No Surfer, please play it now." The pristine image of Heather Masters, Jon's mother, appeared and she addressed Nick informally as was her demeanor. "Hello Nick, I don't want to bother you if you are busy. This is an update from Berlin. I have the company up and running smoothly. The product is exceptional and I have sent a consignment per your request to the Numenor. I expect we should be operating at full capacity within the month. The staff and workers are exceptional to say the least and I have nothing but high praises for them and their work ethic. I hope this finds you and yours happy and healthy. Well tata for now." The hologram winked out of existence and Nick's face went dark as he frowned. "Clever woman," Nick said his voice sharp and hard. "Master," Surfer asked. "Not a single word about Jon. Where the hell is he?" Windsword Manor: London England "Where the hell is he?!" Carol exclaimed. "Nobody seems to know," Charlie replied. "I have tried all of my resources and come up with zip." "And where the hell is Colleen?" Carol fumed. "She's disappeared without a word too!" "I am sure the two of them will both show up safe and sound." "God I hope so, mom and I are trying to keep things humming but I don't know for how long." "Have you tried contacting Jon's avatars," Charlie suggested. "You are fucking brilliant," Carol said. "Sterling, are you there?" "Yes ma'am I am here," she replied as she appeared before the two of them. "Oh thank god!" Carol praised her, a flood of relief coursing through her. "Where is Jon?" "I don't know he has cut me off." The avatar replied digital tears streaming down her face. "Why would he do that," Charlie asked. "I can only think of one reason. He may not be returning." "Not coming back," Carol said. "Wherever he is going is so dangerous the odds of his return are very slim," Sterling corrected. "Oh no," Carol said her hand going to her mouth. "Where is my sister?" "She has chosen to succeed your brother," Sterling said. "What the hell does that even mean?" "Before Jon left he spoke with Colleen and offered her his mantle and she accepted." "That is clear as mud," Carol said. "Explain what that FUCKING means. What did he do to my twin?" "Master Jon offered your sister all the augmentations he received over his long travels. She is even now going through the process." Sterling said. "Why not both of us," Carol screamed. "There was no guarantee of survival. She volunteered in your place." "Wait... what do you mean my place? Jon wanted me as his heir and she took the bullet for me?" "That is correct. Colleen begged him for her to be sacrificed just in case it didn't work. You were too valuable to be lost she said. She was expendable she believed." Carol's knees buckled as she fell to the floor weeping. Her screams echoed off the vaulted ceilings of Windsword Manor. Miskatonic University: Arkham Massachusetts The Center for Disease Control or CDC had cleared the entire campus of contagion but were still stumped over the strange deaths of the two students. Mike, Stormy and the rest of the students were happy to return to their dorm rooms and apartments. "That was a near thing," Stormy said as the two walked back. "Yes it was," Mike said as he pulled her close. "What did happen exactly?" "I think it has to do with those things we found when we snuck into the Old Miller Place." "But that was years ago," Mike said. "I know but can you think of a better explanation," Stormy said. "No, I wish we had never found the damn things." "I agree with you. But I do know what will take your mind off of this," she said nibbling his ear lobe. "What is that?" "Oh don't play dumb with me mister." "Tell me..." "Better yet let me show you," she said dragging him off into the bushes. Stormy led him until they couldn't be seen from the path. Then she dropped down to her knees, unzipped him and freed his growing erection. She licked her lips and looked up as she began making love to his cock. Her long serpentine tongue wrapped around the head teasing the sensitive flesh making him moan. Stormy loved the sounds he made during their love play. She reached under her skirt and tugged her panties to the side and began teasing her pussy as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. "Oh god baby," he moaned softly his gray eyes locking on hers. "MMMMMMMMMMMM," she groaned her pussy getting soaked thinking of him being inside of her soon. "Come of Stormy... more put more of it down that greedy throat of yours," he begged. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. Her free hands jacked him as her head moved further down taking more of him until the head popped into her throat proper. Now she was happy. Her head moved forward and back pleasuring her lover until her pussy was absolutely soaked. Now it was ready for him to fuck her proper like. She pulled her head back and his cock popped out of her throat. Stormy tugged her panties off and threw them at Mike then she rolled onto her shoulders and aimed her pussy at the night sky. "You naughty little slut," Mike said as he squatted over her and aimed his cock downward. "Is this what you want?" "UH HUH," she growled. "Give it to me." "Here it comes," he said as he bent his knees and drove his cock deep into her. "UNNNNNNNNNNN god," she grunted as she was filled so completely. Then Mike began thrusting into her nice and slow savoring the moment under so perfect a night. After the lockdown and all that tension this was pure heaven. Stormy looked up at him and her face was deliciously distorted with pleasure as he drove his cock into her. Her mouth was wide open as he thrust deep and her breath came in deep pants now. They never let their eyes leave each other as they made love. "More..." she begged. "Drive it deep for me..." she growled. "I am you slave," Mike told her as he dropped down over and over again. "Oh god yes... I love you so much!" she said her body beginning to shake. "Are you going to cum for me?" "UH HUHHHHH," she replied her voice unsteady. "Good." Mike thrust harder and faster now. All he wanted was to please her. He could feel her pussy spasm and grip him as she clamped a hand over her mouth to silence the scream that welled up as she came. Mike lowered her down onto her back and held her gently then. Once she had recovered he whispered in her ear and she smiled from ear to ear. "This one is for you," she agreed as she got onto her hands and knees. Mike got behind her and eased back into her. He flipped her skirt over her ass and grabbed her hips and moved nice and slow at first. God she felt so good wrapped around him. That pleasure never got old and never would. Then he began to move a bit faster and Stormy was thrusting back to meet him. There were no words this time. This was something instinctual and primal between twins and required no words. Mike cupped her tits and caressed them as her rammed into her harder than ever. Stormy just growled her pleasure and squeezed tighter around him as his cock began to swell. Other couples might have cried out to one another but not them. No their silent understanding was more than enough. Mike pulled out as Stormy rolled onto her back. He straddled her tits and stroked his cock while she took the tip into her mouth. A minute or so later his muffled cry signaled the gush of cum down his sweet sister's throat as she gobbled it all up. "Goddamn I needed that," Mike said panting as if he had just sprinted around the track. "MMMMMMMMMMMM tell me about it," Stormy agreed. "How do I look?" "Gorgeous," he said. "You have that freshly fucked glow sister dear." "Aw you say the nicest things. Now help me up. We still have studying and homework to do." "Shit... I forgot, your blowjobs drive those trivial things right out of my head." "I will remember that around finals," Stormy said. "No sex when those roll around." "WHAT?" "Just kidding, I could never do that to you or me. Come one let's get going. If you're good I'll give you a goodnight 'kiss' if you finish all of your homework." "Now that is some incentive I can get behind." "Speaking of getting behind," she moaned. "That was fucking amazing." Low Earth Orbit: Wraith 1 Colleen Masters was held just above the threshold of death. Within the confines of the satellite were medical facilities set aside for just this situation. Jon foresaw the day that in case something happened to him someone had to take over. Preferably one of his family members would take the reins of his formidable legacy. In this instance it was his little sister Colleen. The modified stasis pod kept her in a state where her mind was accessible by the Master Avatar. He was guiding her step by step through the process of becoming the Heir. "You have completed stage three Mistress how are you feeling," he asked. "I feel alright so far," Colleen replied. "I am numb from the head down." "That is very good. The nanites have completed their work and are ready for the final phase Miss." "Thank goodness," Colleen said. "You have been very helpful." "I am glad but I must warn you. This is potentially the most dangerous part of the entire procedure Lady Colleen." "So you have said time and time again. We must continue for Jon's sake. I will not back down now. I am grateful for your concern though. Start Stage Four and um wish me luck." "Best of luck Mistress," the avatar said. "Beginning Stage Four... holographic DNA interface in ten... nine... eight..." Though her body was rigid and held completely immobile, Colleen screamed in her mind as the pain spread like wildfire through her. It felt as if every cell were ablaze. When the agony spread to her skull and she couldn't black out she was sure she would go mad. Colleen begged for the sweet escape of oblivion but it was denied her. Oh god let it end but it didn't. She tried to fight it at every step but failed, until her toes no longer felt as if they were dipped in lava. It was ending! She had to hang on just a little while longer. Finally the mind fire slowly subsided. The Master Avatar performed one last scan and pronounced her stable and healthy. There was silence as Colleen stepped out of the stasis pod a new woman. She looked at her surrounding with new eyes and understood things as Jon had. Behind her she heard the soft metallic steps of one of the service robots as it approached. Colleen turned and saw that it had clothing for her. She dressed and then another of the robots came up to her and offered a sealed letter and a small box. Colleen opened the letter and read it. 'I knew that you'd survive the trials that awaited you. You were always stronger than you gave yourself credit for. You have had a peek of what time has done to me while you were in the care of the Master Avatar. You now know how much time I had to endure before I was reunited with my family. You are my heir and you know what lies below the foundations of the cities great and small. I leave it in your hands to do with it as you see fit. Whether you are patient or not or you decide to say fuck it. That is now for you and the family to discuss. The Master Avatar will respond to you and you alone. So be wise and cautious because you know now that once you set things in motion they cannot be undone. I love you all with all of my heart. I hope to be back as soon as I can. Jon' 'P.S. Within the box is the Black Ring. You are now the Sublime Master in my absence. I feel it might help you in your dealings with Nick Shaw and others. Encoded on the Ring are the coordinates for the hidden isle and the black pyramid I constructed all those years ago. See you soon.' "The Black Ring... well I'll be damned," she said as she opened the box. She took the ring out and opened it. It was a strange thing it seemed to absorb all the light that fell on it. Colleen shrugged and slipped it on her finger. With a warping sensation it fit snugly on her finger. "Anybody in there," she asked. "Yes Mistress," replied a cold unearthly voice as a translucent figure appeared. "Do you have a name?" "I do Mistress, I am called Gibraihl." "What is your purpose?" "Why I am your servant and Lore Master M'Lady." "Lore Master, that sounds intriguing. Tell me more Gibraihl about what knowledge you hold." "I hold the collective sum of twelve galaxies Lady Colleen." Colleen blinked a few times and almost fell over. "I need a very strong drink. You hold the wisdom of twelve galaxies?" "Yes Mistress. Master Jon has spent the better part of his life collecting and storing it. I am his avatar." "You are JON?" "In a manner of speaking yes... shall I show you?" "YES!" Numenor: Anchored off the Coast of Massachusetts Kat Shaw walked into Nick's Sanctum Sanctorum without knocking and saw the sour look on his face. She shook her head and decided at that moment he needed cheering up no matter the cost. "Well now look at Mr. Grumpy-Face," she said as she hugged him from behind. "Still upset he beat you to the fusion thing?" "No not really... YES! NO! It's this whole artifact thing that's got me fucking stumped." Nick fumed over. "How the hell did this fucking nobody find a fucking fusion gismo in the goddamn wasteland and presto..." "How the hell did some kid find an artificial intelligence in a crystal and presto revolutionize computers?" Kat shot back. "Point taken," he said with a smile. "You seem a little stressed," she said pressing her breasts against his back. "Need a little something to take your mind off of things for a bit?" "What did you have in mind?" Nick asked turning around facing her. "Well," she said kissing him lightly. "We could hit the hot tub and um..." the rest was lost as his lips met hers. Nick scooped her up in his arms and carried her outside. The kiss never faltered until he held her over the boiling waters of the hot tub and he dropped her. "NICK! You dirty rotten..." Kat cursed until he jumped in right after her. "OH... you are... gods I hate you sometimes!" "I know," he said as he began undressing and tossing his clothes outside the hot tub with a dull wet thud. Kat followed suit and when her panties arced in the air and hit her mother in the face, her and Nick couldn't help but laugh. Petra held the soaked underwear up. "Can anyone join or is this a private thing," she asked. Nick and Kat looked at each other and shrugged. "Come on in," they said. "I was hoping you'd say that." The trio cuddled in the hot water and began to caress and fondle one another. "Nick I have been so damn worried about you," Petra said as her hand snaked below the water. "You have been working so hard lately. Speaking of hard I see that you have missed us." "MMMMMMM yes I have," Nick moaned as the duo began to stroke him. "Want to see how long I can hold my breath," Kat said. "Go for it kitten," her mother said. Kat dove beneath the water and Nick's eyes widened in surprise. Petra meanwhile continued to gently stroke the lower half of Nick's cock. Three minutes later Kat reappeared gasping for air. "I'll be damned if I am going to try and beat that," Petra said. "Be a dear Nicolas and sit on the edge for me." "Of course," he said grinning. Nick hopped up onto the side of the hot tub. Then Petra lowered her mouth to his hardened flesh while Kat watched her mom's technique. She was always eager to learn a thing or two. While Kat was eager and energetic her mother was slow and teasing in her method of sucking cock. Nick was slapping the deck as he getting ready to shoot his load down Petra's throat. "Damn mom," Kat said still amazed at her ability to tease an orgasm from her son. "Shit..." Nick cursed as he dug his fingers into Petra's hair as he came. Petra smacked her lips together and smiled to her child as if saying 'now that's how you do it'. Kat just shook her head and grinned while Nick lay back panted. "Are you done my pet or do you need some more decompressing," Petra asked. "I think mom's asking if our pussies are going to get pounded." "Damn straight," Nick said. "Just let me catch my breath... damn that was one hell of a blowjob!" "Should I go pull down the covers in your bedroom Sir," Kat said. "Good idea," Nick moaned. "Have one of the girls bring a couple of bottles of champagne too." "Yes sir," Kat said as she climbed out of the hot tub. "And me sir... MMMMMMMM what can I do for you?" "You can come over here and wrap those delicious tits of yours around me and get round two started what do you say?" "I say yes sir!" Windsword Manor: London England Carol Masters stared up at the night sky and the tears rolled off her cheeks. She had always been the one who had taken action. She jumped to the fore and never hesitated to protect her little sister. It was even her idea to tease Jon when he came home from prison. It had been her choice to fuck him and offer her ass to him that night. She had wanted him for so long but never admitted it, even to Colleen. Now she was without direction for the first time in her life. She sat down on the manicured lawn, pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them and rocked. Colleen where are you? I need you more now than ever before. Please god, don't be dead! Carol closed her eyes to shut it all out. She pushed out the entire world. Maybe she could find a tiny measure of peace if she did that. She took a hand and wiped away the cool tears and then just sat perfectly still. She could hear the wind blowing and the soft creak of the trees. There was the smell of the grass beneath her. Then there came something else. A soft vibration welling up from beneath that was so very subtle. She laid her hand on the grass and tried to feel for it. It was like knocking and the echo taking a long time to respond. Knock-knock went Carol's mind and there was a very long pause then... knock-knock. "What the fuck was THAT?" Carol asked as her eyes snapped open. When she looked down her hand had a faint silvery-green luminescent outline. Intrigued and unafraid she narrowed her eyes and her focus, and sent her will downward. KNOCK-KNOCK her mind cried out. This time the response was much swifter. KNOCK-KNOCK! This was followed by a blaze of viridian energy around her hand and up her arm and into her body. Carol had tapped into the Ghost Line and it into her. She could feel its living energy coursing through her and interacting with every aspect of her body especially the nanites. They could manipulate and store the Ghost Line power for her. She willed it and they obeyed. Soon Carol's body was a living battery for the ethereal energy. Now all she had to do was discover what it could do. Iron Bitch Ch. 01 'I will tell you my child,' the Ghost Line said. 'Now that I am awakening you and others will be the first of my Mages or Wise Ones. I will show you the shapes and signs that change and reorder.' "Change and Reorder what," Carol asked. 'Matter, Energy or Thought my Child,' it replied. 'You will learn that they are all in fact the same,' it purred in her mind. 'How long will it take?' she thought back to it. 'No time at all really,' the Ghost Line said. 'Close your eyes and rest. Leave the rest to me Lady of the House of Winds and Swords.' 'Of course I will...' Carol said as she fell back on the grass. 'You are my First and my Greatest... but not the last oh no not the last...' Carol Masters woke the next morning on the lawn staring up at the bright morning sun. She blinked, yawned and sat up. She looked down and saw the charred remains of her clothes lying around her. "What the hell? Why are my clothes burned and why am I naked?" She stood up and left what remained of her charred clothes outside. Then she returned to the manor house where she encountered one of the housemaids who couldn't help but gawk. "Milady, would you like a robe with breakfast?" "Yes that would be lovely," Carol said. "Any word from Colleen or Jon yet?" "No I am sorry..." she said as she fetched the robe from a nearby closet. "Here milady, will there be anything else?" "My thanks; I'll be dining in the front room." A few minutes later Carol was sipping her morning coffee and watching the news. Iran and the U.S. were still at each other's throats but she suspected that would soon be over. She was still so angry over the deaths of those innocent people killed over fusion power. If Jon were here, the oil fields there would be burning and they would be suing for peace. The maid came in with her breakfast just as a break came in on the news. "This just in... the Chief Iranian Spokesman is reporting a catastrophic malfunction of some as yet undiscovered nature has set the largest of their oil fields on fire. The conflagration is out of control and spreading quickly. They fear if they cannot contain it they may lose millions of gallons of oil. We will keep you informed as this story develops." Carol ate her breakfast with a smile on her face and a glimmer of silver-green light in her eye. Maybe Jon was around and just doing things in the shadows she thought. Well done Jon well done! Miskatonic University: Arkham Massachusetts Mike looked at the alien glove with the same childlike curiosity he had when he first found it eight years prior. Except now the glove fit properly and he could read the queer characters without having to pull the material this way or that. They were beautiful in their own way but disturbing in others. He heard Stormy coming and took it off and slipped it into his back pocket. "You've been playing with it again haven't you," she said as she tossed him a bottle of soda she had gotten him from the fridge. "You are a witch," he accused her. "No, I can feel it when you do it," she said coolly. "My eyes get sharper and I can see better when you play with that damned thing." "I didn't know, it won't happen again," he said. "Liar... besides me, it's your favorite thing to stick your fingers into." "True," he said. "You are my favorite toy." "So how goes your translation for Professor Atwater's class?" "Done," he said. "Really let me see," she said and he slid his work across for her perusal. "Well I'll be damned you are finished. You know what?" "What?" "I have always envied your handwriting. It is just so damn elegant and mine is like an elephant's fart." "It is not, well not that bad." "Thanks," she pouted. "Want some help," he offered. "I doubt short of a hand and brain transplant anything could help... but what the hell." "Come here," Mike said patting his lap. "MMMMMMMMMMM this is looking up already." Stormy said with a smile as she wiggled into his lap. "Yes sir, now show me what I am doing wrong." "Here now relax your grip," he said taking her left hand. "Like this," she purred. "That is better," he said as she ground her butt against him. "Now let's try writing something... anything. Close your eyes and just let your hand move." "Okay..." Stormy said her only thoughts were about him and getting laid. Her left hand drifted across the blank page and the pen just seemed to flow very natural. Mike's arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. "Let's see what you wrote,'' he said. When they both looked down they stared unbelieving. They both recognized the stylized runic letters. They were the same that were on Mike's glove and Stormy's eye patch. She looked over her shoulder her expression both fearful and curious. "Mike, what's going on?" "Get the eye patch Stormy," he said. "We need to find out once and for all." "I think you're right," she said her urges forgotten for now. She returned with the artifact and set it on the table where the glove now lay. Mike looked down and knew there was only one thing to do. He put on the glove and then picked up the eye patch. He looked at Stormy and she nodded. He slipped it over his right eye and waited. Two seconds later the silvery-green light erupted from the ground and into both the glove and the patch knocking Mike to the floor. Stormy moved forward but he held up his right hand. "I'm okay," he said through gritted teeth. "The Ghost Lines are waking up." "Ghost Lines... you mean Ley Lines?" "Yes... their time of slumber is over and everything is changing Stormy... Take... My... Hand..." "Oh course," she said reaching for his left hand. Low Earth Orbit: Wraith 1 Colleen looked down and saw the readout display of the viridian lines as they spread across the face of the world. Jon had said it was going to happen. She could see all the Nexus points where the lines crossed. Those would be hot spots when the Ghost Lines were fully alive. But he had already made arrangements for that. It was time! "Bring them online," Colleen said to the Master Avatar. "Spinning up Ghost Line Generators," the avatar said. "When they are at full capacity bring them to the surface," she said. "Yes maám, should they have a full contingent of security?" "Of course... what do you suggest?" "A minimum of a full squad of Wraith Guard," the avatar replied. "Make it so," she said with a smile. "Um Master Avatar... can I see a Wraith Guard." "OH of course Lady," it said. "Here is a hologram" The Wraith Guard was a full ten feet tall made of some sort of shimmering black alloy accented in places with silver to highlight certain aspects of its armor. Despite its size they were wicked quick and fiercely deadly. "DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Colleen said having seen the hologram go through its paces. "I take it that will suffice," the avatar asked. "More than suffice," she said smiling. "Excellent Lady anything else I can do?" "As a matter of fact you can." The Iron Bitch Arrives: Numenor: Anchored near Arkham Massachusetts Nick looked down to see Petra and Kat each licking one side of his cock. Then Kat was flickering her tongue on the underside as Petra engulfed the tip with her mouth. His fingers dug into the sheets and his cries of pleasure rose in volume as the girls took turn deep-throating him. "UNNNNNNNNNNN," Nick moaned as he watched his cock disappear between Petra's lips. "I think he is more than ready mother," Kat moaned in her mom's ear. "I believe you are right," she said as his cock reappeared with a loud 'pop'. "Go ahead my dear go at him." Kat grinned and straddled Nick and lowered her soaked sex down onto him. The two moaned as his cock easily slid into her. Then she was riding him hard and fast while mom watched shaking her head. Petra meanwhile lowered her pussy onto Nick's face and let him eat her out. Nothing got her going than a man with a talented tongue and this young man had that in spades. Despite his youth he was a patient lover and always eager to please. His tongue slowly moved along her lips and gingerly traced them sending shivers through her body. When he did find her clit he teased it like a cat does with a mouse. While her daughter had two quick orgasms Petra had one strong one building up and it was just about ready to crash over her. Nick was suckling her clit when her body couldn't fight it any longer and with a piercing cry she climaxed and Kat watched in awe as her entire body shook. "Wow," she moaned. "I want one of those." "Then you need a bit of patience with me," Nick offered. "Perhaps I should tie you up tomorrow night and..." "MMMMMMMMMMM I'd like that," Kat said with a smile. "Okay it's a date," he said. "Now it's Petra's turn to get fucked." "Can I watch?" "Sure sweetie," mom said as she got on her hands and knees. Nick moved behind her and slid into her nice and slow. Kat sat in a nearby chair and played with her pussy the entire time. Nick moved his hips as slow as he could taking his time. Petra and he hadn't fucked in over a month. "Squeeze me tighter," he ordered. "Yes Sir," she replied. "MMMMMMMMMM that's it," he moaned as he thrust harder but just as slow. Now he switched to a fast body shaking jab of his hips that sent shivers through Petra. Kat could see her mom's pussy get wetter and wetter with each of Nick's thrusts. Even the sheets were getting soaked now as they fucked. Now the pace was changing as Nick kept up the force but quickened the speed. The bed was shaking as he slammed into her faster and harder now. Petra was crying out with each stabbing motion now. Kat had two fingers buried in her pussy and matching Nick thrust for thrust. Petra and Nick were covered with sweat and he was grunting as his cock began to swell inside of her. "Where do you want it," he asked her as the pace got even more frenetic. "Spray my face and tits lover," Petra asked. "Anything you want," he said as he paused long enough to roll her onto her back. Then he hammered her harder and faster than ever. She put her legs over his shoulders and his cock dug deeper into her pussy. With one last push for speed and power Nick raced towards his orgasm then pulled out and in a gush of hot pulses sprayed Petra's face and tits. Seconds later Kat climaxed her fingers buried to the hilt. Petra and Nick looked over at her and just smiled. "Damn that was intense," Kat whimpered still shivering. "She's learning," mom said with a smile. "Master... I hate to interrupt your play time but you really should see this," Surfer said appearing next to the bed. "Oh were done, what's up?" "UM... this," Surfer said. St. Louis Gateway Arch: Ghost Line Generator It began at dawn. For him it had been an incessant whispering in his head. So he left his spot where he squatted this time of year, grabbed his art supplies and walked the short distance that the voice directed him to. He was a sand painter much like what the American Indians and Buddhist Monks do. But his imagery was not mandalas or medicine wheels oh no his was twisted and warped places that existed below the waves. He was James Renner artist of the Great Old Ones. The sun had barely cleared the horizon and James had reached the Arch grounds. He was drawn to a very specific place and here he began to work. He took out his tube and filled it with red sand and felt for the design in his mind and squatted down. He gently tapped the end of the tube and let fall the sand onto the concrete except... the sand did not hit the ground. The red sand hovered above the ground at about one foot. James continued with the design and the rest of the red sand followed suit. He took out the yellow sand and it too defied the law of gravity this amused James very much. As the morning wore on people began to notice the artist and his floating sand. Pretty soon news vans showed up along with scientists, magicians and all manner of folk. It became a media circus until it started happening elsewhere. If you knew where to look on very old maps you could have predicted these happenings but most had no clue why or how this could be occurring. James continued with his painting and a new facet occurred at ten o'clock. The sand now could hang in the air at precise angles not just parallel to the ground. This was becoming a three dimensional sand painting. Physicists were brought in to examine the art and the artist and they left shaking their collective heads. Professional magicians examined the work and declared it nothing short of a miracle, meaning they could not reproduce the effect themselves. Even the church sent in the Jesuits to examine the artist and declared it an act of heresy and that he should be stopped at once, due to the subject matter. But he wasn't stopped and the work continued unabated. Some people did leave finding the work too disturbing to view for very long. When camera men walked around the unfinished work they found that it had a rather alarming way of changing as it was photographed. But that wasn't possible for a static piece of art was it? The other thing that some people noticed is the strange 'music' they heard coming from the thing. Not everyone heard it only a select few. The closer it got to being completed the louder the music got until finally those people had to be sedated and hospitalized. But those two phenomena were not limited to people at the Gateway Arch. People watching at home were also afflicted with seeing the disturbing geometry of the thing and turned off their televisions or switched stations. Or worse yet a rare few heard the music and were held in its siren call and watched helpless as it was completed. As the day wore on, thin ribbons of clouds spread across the sky obscuring the sun and giving the day an overcast gloom. At precisely four o'clock the sand painting was completed. The tattered and gangly artist set down his supplies and looked at his creation. He walked around the perimeter of his handiwork and smiled. The sky took on a quality of false twilight as the sand seemed to twinkle then glimmer then actually glow. The crowd cried out in awe as the thing began to move like a sort of clockwork mechanism. But this was one that defied the laws of geometry, logic and sanity. To look upon the movement of Renner's Clock was to invite insanity. "If you gaze into the Abyss long enough the Abyss gazes back into You..." Renner chuckled. James Renner approached the police barricade and those brave enough or foolish enough to remain among the press decided to interview the artist. There was a story to tell after all. They got him a microphone and set the sound levels. When he was ready they had multiple cameras aimed in his direction, though not on his mad creation. "My name is James Renner. I am a homeless man with no money, little food and before today little hope for a future." He looked over his shoulder at the hovering sand painting and smiled. "That is all going to change in a little less than two hours." "What happens in two hours," somebody in the crowd asked. "That which has slept for so very long will awaken and science and it will live side by side." "What is it," somebody asked. "I only know it as the Ghost Lines," Renner told the crowd. "Ghost Lines, is that what is causing the sand to dance," a young boy asked. "Yes my dear lad," James said squatting down to look the boy right in the eye. "...that is what is making my sand dance for the Great Old Ones." "Who are they," he asked. "Long before people came along they and their servants lived here on the Earth. They used the Ghost Lines to power their cities just like we will." "Are they still around?" "Yes, they are just sleeping until it is time for them to wake up and return." "OHHHH they sound very nice," the boy said. "I will tell them you said that," Renner said as he stood back up. "It is just a matter of time now." What was left of the crowd waited with James Renner patiently and like clockwork it happened just as he said. There was a light breeze from the South East. Then there was a clap of thunder out of the overcast sky and then a roaring wind that nearly knocked everyone off their feet. When everyone was able to stand, there directly beneath the Gateway Arch and Renner's Clock was an intersection of six thick glowing lines of energy. They appeared to be composed of silvery-green radiation that pulsed like some great heartbeat and ran in arrow straight lines across the landscape over the river and right through buildings. A few minutes later there came a rumbling from beneath the earth and a crack appeared in the concrete beneath the sand painting. Then like a spider's web it spread out in all directions until it was a good ten feet in diameter. Then something pushed its way up and out of the earth. Dirt and debris were launched in all directions as the thing lurched to the surface. Once its surface was free the crowd and James could see it was a hexagonal pylon of luminous black metal one hundred feet high. Each side of the pylon was aligned perfectly with one of the Ghost Lines. There came a purr from the thing as it began to absorb the energy from the Ghost Lines and the exterior started to take on a lovely viridian halo. Renner went mad with rage for a moment then seemed to listen to an unseen voice and then calmed down. Once the purr reached a certain volume there was a third and final shock for the crowd. A loud pop was heard and twelve ten foot tall ebony and silver robots appeared with their backs to the pylon facing outwards. They were obviously guards of some sort and they looked like they meant business. A police officer slowly approached one of the Wraith Guard. "Who are you and what are you doing here," he asked. "We are the Wraith Guard, we are here to protect the Ghost Line Generator from all harm," one of the robots said. "I take it that pillar is the generator?" "Yes officer it is" "What does it do?" "It maintains and regulates the flow of Ghost Line energy." "I don't understand." "In the event of a solar flare, the generators keep Ghost Storm activity under control." "What the hell is a Ghost Storm?" "I have no data on that," the Wraith Guard said. "I am sorry. I have been told they are like thunderstorms but instead the lightning it is Ghost Line energy instead. Does that help office?" "A little I suppose, um thank." "You are most welcome." The officer returned to the crowd and relayed what he had been told. Then he ordered the barricade be moved back further for public safety until the nature of these robots could be determined. Windsword Manor: London England Carol Masters awoke by the caress of the voice. That seductive calling from below that was now within her. 'Carol my pet, it is time. Come outside and see.' She was so excited she dashed out in only her negligee and stockings. There on the front lawn where she had fallen asleep was the sign she had been waiting for. The lines of power had finally appeared and under the light of the full moon they blazed fiercely. It was a four line nexus and she could feel it drawing her to its center. But as she walked towards it something pushed its way up from the ground. She clamored backwards in shock as the octagonal relic arose from the earth to thwart her efforts. "What thing is this?" 'It is a Ghost Line Generator my sweet,' the voice purred. "Who has done this thing?" 'Your dear brother Jon... he is the long sighted one remember?' "Jon built these but how?" 'He knew that Nemesis was coming and prepared for it.' "What is this Nemesis thing... I don't understand." "Perhaps I can explain sister," Colleen said. "Colleen! Oh my god you're alive," Carol screamed running to her. Iron Bitch Ch. 01 The sisters hugged for a long time both crying as they held on like they would both vanish in a puff of smoke. Finally the pair went inside and sat down and had coffee and talked. "Where the hell have you been," Carol asked being the ever concerned older sister. "Right over your head," Colleen replied. "In a satellite Jon built. That's where all the augmentations went on. That's where I learned a lot of his secrets and the pain he went through for us." "Why did you do it," Carol asked accusingly. "Because for once I knew that you couldn't. I knew that if you tried it would have broken you. I don't know how I knew but it was a gut instinct thing. And in the end I was right. What I learned about his past... Carol the sheer magnitude of his journey back. You couldn't have shouldered it. I am sorry but you couldn't." "But now we can share the burden you and I. Like we always have..." Carol began but saw the denial in her sister's eyes. "Why not?" "There is only one Black Ring Carol," Colleen said holding up her hand. "We can't discuss certain decisions they have to be made right then and there." "I don't understand. What kind of decisions?" "These kind of decisions..." Colleen said and motioned with her hand and a holographic display appeared. "Breaking news... if the appearance of the Black Monoliths and their guardian robots isn't enough for our viewers we are taking you to New York were the Old Warehouse District is showing new signs of life... ...that's right Diane. Several of the buildings scheduled for demolition next week suddenly and inexplicably imploded this morning without warning. There have been no injuries reported but that's not the latest in the story. Apparently there is something rising UP from the wreckage of the remains of the warehouses. Police and the Fire departments have cleared the area but we are unsure if this is related to the Ghost Lines or if this is something else entirely. There is a huge dust cloud Diane but there is definitely something pushing its way up and it appears dome shaped. I would say despite the metal girders and other debris whatever it is; there is no damage to the surface of the dome. Wait a second I am getting a message on my phone. It says that the dome is a cold fusion plant promised by the Eidolon Foundation. It is one of many that are currently making their way to the surface. It will provide clean free power to the world. It also says it should be online within the week. Diane I don't know what to say. It appears somehow Jon Masters and his foundation built these plants... this is nothing short of a miracle. Back to you..." The screen disappeared and Carol looked at her twin in shock. "You did it; you decided to bring them up when everyone was already in a panic over these black monoliths." "I had no choice as I saw it," Colleen said. "...Two for one or none at all." "I see your logic," Carol said. "But what are these generators?" Colleen explained them and their purpose and Carol saw the wisdom of them. "I have seen the uncontrolled fury of a Ghost Storm," Colleen said. "They make a tornado look like a gentle breeze" "Damn, so are you staying here with me or what is your plan?" "I was hoping you'd ask. I need some familiar environments for a while." "You are always welcome here," Carol said a tear sliding down her face. "Good, I need to tell mom I'm back. Then I'll pop back and we can talk some more okay?" "Sounds great, what do want for breakfast and I'll have the cook fix something special." "Pancakes, I have been craving them for what seems like forever." "Great pancakes it is," Carol said. "Should I call a car or..." "Just watch this is the fun part," Colleen said. One second she was there the next there was a loud 'pop' and she was gone. "Damn just like Jon," Carol said with a wry smile. 'You can do that as well my pet,' the silvery voice whispered. 'Let me show you how.' "Oh yes... please!" Carol asked. Miskatonic University: Arkham Massachusetts The bright illumination faded from the windows from the corner apartment. Mike and Stormy still held tightly to one another panting as the orgasm-like intensity faded from them. Mike was seated on the floor and Stormy was straddling his lap. Their fingers were intertwined together and their foreheads touching as they recovered from what they would later call 'the event'. They were both naked and covered in sweat as the viridian energy had burned their clothing to ash. There was no sign of the glove or the eye patch but what was clearly visible were the runic designs around both of their eyes as well as the palms and back of their hands. The broke the contact to examine the glimmering designs that even now were fading from view. "What the hell happened," Mike asked. "I don't know," Stormy responded. "It must have been both of us touching. It needed not just the glove and eye patch but us too." "You are brilliant," she said as she turned her hands over looking from the palms to the backs. "Do you think we absorbed them?" "That seems the most likely explanation," Mike agreed. "We share the same DNA." There came a pounding on the door. "Hey have you guys seen the news? Turn on the television... St. Louis..." Then the voice was fading into the night. Mike reached for the remote and the television turned on by itself. "Um... did you do that," Stormy asked. "I don't know... Holy SHIT look at that," Mike blurted out as she saw the helicopter shot of the glowing silvery green lines. "That cannot be a coincidence," Stormy said turning around in his lap. "MMMMMMMM that felt nice," Mike purred in her ear. "Really right now," she mocked him. "Hey I can't help it," he said nibbling her ear. "NNNNNNNNNN stop it I'm trying to listen," she moaned as she felt his cock stiffening beneath her. "You are a bad man." "Yep," he agreed as he turned up the volume. '...we have just arrived on the scene at the Gateway Arch and as you can see the Ghost Lines as they are called run for hundreds if not thousands of miles. We are trying to get a satellite feed to view them from space. The black spire beneath the arch we have been told by the officer in charge is called a Ghost Line Generator and acts like a sort of surge protector to keep these lines from doing greater damage during high solar activity. We are going to try and get a shot of the robots guarding the spire.' The next view was a close up of the ten feet tall Wraith Guard standing unmoving before the monolith. Mike and Stormy stared unbelieving at the sight. "What the hell is going on?" Mike said. "I don't know," she shook her head. "I am afraid to ask." "It's likes something big is on the horizon." "Yeah I can feel it too." "I am not sure I like it." Stormy lifted up and turned to face Mike as she did so she gripped his cock and as she sat in his lap she guided it into her slick depths. When he began to speak she pressed a finger to his lips. She lowered her head to his chest and simply sat there quietly enjoying the simple pleasure of being one with him. 'I love you Stormy,' he thought. 'I love you too,' she sent back silently along with a wave of pure warm emotion. Mike was caught up in her mind and he sent back all the love his words had always failed to express. It was like an emotional circuit and the connection was building between them. Not only were they physically joined but now the two artifacts had linked them mentally as well. They were more than just twins they were completed on a level that was fundamental and profound. Mike rolled her onto her back and began to make love to Stormy. It was a slow and deliberate thing. He could feel her pleasure along with his, just as she could feel his. As he thrust into her Stormy's eyes widened in utter amazement at the new level of pleasure and intimacy. "Oh my god," she cried out. "I don't know if I can handle this." "I know what you mean," Mike said. "I never knew what it felt like being so full..." "Hush," she said. "You are embarrassing me." "Sorry," he said as he thrust gently into her. "I am afraid to hurt you." "Don't worry I'll warn you... now cut out this gentle crap and make me cum damn you!" Mike just smiled and slid her legs over his shoulders. He could sense her anticipation for how deep he was going to be penetrating her. His first thrust was fast and powerful. Stormy cried out and begged for more. Mike heard a whisper in his mind that wasn't Stormy or his own thoughts. He took his index finger and traced designs on his twins breasts, belly and area just above her sex. 'Now make love to her,' the voice said. Mike thrust into her and Stormy's eyes lit up like her sensitivity had been ratcheted up six notches. She bucked and howled as he rammed his cock into her faster and harder now. "Jesus Mike what did you do," she asked as her ass left the floor. But he just smiled and hammered her pussy all the harder. Somewhere after that Stormy somehow lost the ability to speak as her pleasure centers went into overload. Not one to normally experience multiple orgasms, when three hit back to back with intensity like a supernova she was screaming and shaking like an epileptic. Mike rolled Stormy onto her belly and took her from behind. The voice once more whispered to him. He traced a series a runes along her spine as he drove his cock slowly now in and out. As Stormy recovered from her multiple Mike felt her pussy grip him tighter than her had ever felt it, almost virginal. As he took his pleasure from her, her pussy seemed to massage him, squeeze him and his moans became louder and fiercer now. Soon he was thrusting harder and faster into his twin. Stormy began shoving her hips back against her brother as she felt his cock begin to swell. "Are you going to shoot that inside of me lover," she growled. "UHHHH HUHHHHH," he moaned in her ear. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Damn you're so fierce tonight," she said as her began slamming her pussy harder still. "Your pussy is so fucking tight..." he told her as he pulled out and then slammed it home. "FUCK!!!!!" she howled as she came again. "I am almost there..." he said over and over again as he thrust into her faster and faster still his cock swelling and swelling. "Oh god give it to me lover... fuck me..." Stormy begged as his cock stretched her to her limits. "Oh shit... I can feel how close you are... just a little more..." she said squeezing her pussy tighter still. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Mike howled as his cock erupted inside of her filling her and cum spilling out onto the carpet. They lay there staring up at the ceiling panting and drenched in sweat. "Goddamn Sis... that was fucking amazing!" Mike managed between gulps of air. "Uhhhh.... Huhhhhh...." She wheezed. "My pussy is so sore, but in a good way you understand." She giggled. "Wanna do it again?" "YEAH... come here you sexy thing..." "But uh... can I be on top this time?" As Stormy rode Mike's cock the door to their apartment flew open and some of their friends came in. "Hey did you guys see the news..." "...WHOA Mike... nice cock..."said one of their female friends. "I can die happy now... I have seen Stormy naked!!!" SLAP! "You so commented on his cock and I get slapped what the fuck!" "SHUT THE GODDAMN DOOR GUYS!" Stormy yelled at the pair. Manor House: Berlin Germany Heather Masters stared at the black spire jutting out of the ground in what was once her prized rose garden. Now it was something else entirely and under the watchful eye of battle droids, just fucking great! She had the staff bring out a table and chairs and sat with a cup of coffee and a shot of nice liquor in it. Up until yesterday all had been going reasonably well now, well now all was chaos. Some people would be panicking and losing their minds but not her. This was a time of opportunity. This was a time to seize power and lead those unable to show leadership. As she was pondering how to take action a loud pop sounded behind her. She knew that sound and it meant only one thing. Heather rose up as fast as she could to embrace her son. She spun on her heel and when she saw Colleen she was both happy and very confused. "Colleen," She said rushing to her daughter. "Thank god you're back, did Jon send you here?" "No mom I brought myself here," she said with a new confidence that mom didn't like at all. "You did I don't understand. Where is Jon? How are you able to teleport on your own?" "Jon is gone mom. He may not be coming back. In his absence I am his Heir," she said the last showing mom the Black Ring. "NO," mom was upset at Jon being gone. No she was angry at Colleen being the heir. "You are too young and naïve to be his successor. Give mommy the ring Colleen and I'll take care of this mess." "No mom it's you who doesn't understand what's going on. You have no idea what Jon has been through. You don't know how long he was gone. You don't know what's on its way. The Ghost Lines are just the beginning. There is worse yet far worse to be dealt with... mommy." She said the last word with utter contempt. "No you listen here missy," Heather said raising her voice. "You are my daughter and you will obey me." "Yes I am your daughter. I love you very much. But no mother I cannot obey someone who is so out of touch with things. You may deal with Germany as you see fit. I will not interfere but do not touch or try to examine the Ghost Line Generators or the Fusion Plants. Those are off limits to you and Carol do you understand Heather?" "How dare you!" her mother said her cheeks going crimson and her body stiffening in rage. "I am Jon's heir. If you interfere I will do what I have to whether you are family or not. I am sorry there is more going on than you know, for that I am sorry. Jon spoiled you and treated you with kid gloves but I can't. There is just too much at stake now. Now do you understand me or do I have to make an example of you?" There was something in her little girl's voice that made Heather Masters quake to her core. She actually took a step back and shook her head. "Good, now come here and give your little girl a hug. I love you and I always will. I hope someday you will be able to return that love again." "I love you too Colleen," her mom said hugging her daughter tight. "You've changed so much, just like him." "I know mom... and I'm so sorry. You have no idea how much it hurt. The pain I went through..." she said as a single tear fell and struck her mother's cheek. Heather hugged her little girl tighter all the while plotting how to overthrow her. She was the one who should have been Jon's heir not Colleen! Next Time: An iceberg breaks off carrying an ancient secret. Who will get to it first? Will it be Heather Masters? Will it be Colleen the rightful heir? Or will it be a third party working for a shadow organization that has been waiting for this drastic change?