There . . . there in the mirror where her Aunt's reflection had been appeared the image of a beautiful young woman. It was woman about Van's age one with a fine, firm body and lustrous raven hair. Vanessa's mouth fell open and she stared at the sight. Dorothy too saw the image. It stopped her in her tracks.
Natasha noticed the change in Vanessa and followed her gaze to the image in the mirror. She said,
"Fear not. Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. The reflection is of me many, many years ago."
"But how? What's going on?" Vanessa inquired.
Vanessa turned to her Aunt and saw an old woman. When she turned to the mirror she saw a pretty young maiden. Natasha said,
"My foe torments me. Every day she reminds me of how young and beautiful I once was and am no more. It is my lot in life."
"Your foe?"
Vanessa asked as if speaking to a mental deficient person. She ran her hand across her stomach. She was feeling queasy.
Dorothy was stunned too. She gripped the doorway. Were it not for its firm support she would have fallen.
"Yes our foe. Our family's enemy, Hera," Natasha answered blandly as if having a family enemy was commonplace.
Vanessa doubled over in pain. Her insides felt like they were on fire. Natasha rushed to her side and guided her to the edge of the big tub. Dot too moved in her daughter's direction, her maternal instincts overriding her sense of confusion.
"Aw Sweetheart," Natasha said. "You are having another attack. There, there. Let me run you a bath and I will tell you a story. It is time the two of you heard the fantastic story of your family. Did you know you were a descendant of a mighty King and Queen? "
Natasha ran a bath, tossed in some bath oil and the two slid into the warm, foamy water. Dorothy already dressed in her smart St. Johns suit lowered the lid on the toilet and sat down to listen. Natasha sat in the back of the tub and had Vanessa sit up against her. Natasha put her arms around the young woman. She pulled on Vanessa's long nipples and massaged her clitoris. Her actions eased the pain Vanessa was feeling. While Van felt better, her mother now was the one feeling queasy as she watched her child being masturbated.
"How shall I begin . . . it is a quite a tale," Natasha pondered. "First every word is true. Vanessa you are the chosen one. Your time has come. The pain that wracks your body is preparing you to take my place. Whenever, you find my story unbelievable just focus on the pain in your belly. The story I am telling you is as real as that burning feeling inside you."
Natasha turned to Dot and said, "Dorothy, you may have doubts about what I am about to say, but you have no doubts about your daughter. You can see the changes taking place and the pain she is experiencing. I hope these factors help you to believe because you to have an important part to play in saving our family."
Natasha pinched and tugged on Van's aching nipples comforting her grandniece. She began her tale.
"You are a daughter of King Haemus and Queen Rhodope. Great rulers of Thrace a long, long time ago. Well before that Nazarean, Jesus the Christ, walked this earth. This was back when the gods took a more active role in this world. Our ancestors were strong, intelligent and beautiful, but not without their faults. These two were vain and haughty and made the mistake of comparing themselves to the king and queen of the gods, Zeus and Hera. For their brazenness, Zeus punished them. He changed them into mountains. Even today, parts of the Balkan Mountains are still called Haemus Mons and Rhodope Mountain."
Vanessa let her head roll back on Natasha's shoulder. She told herself, "Right. Whatever. Just keep pinching and stroking the pain away." She shifted her ass in the tub giving Natasha better access to her throbbing clit.
Natasha continued,
"You come from strong stock. Most families would be paralyzed with fear after having angered the gods and having been punished so severely, but not your family. Helen, Rhodope's mother, and Synphona, Rhodope daughter, wanted revenge upon Zeus. A difficult task for a human since no mere mortals can hurt a god.
"The two headstrong women were persistence. They prayed and sacrificed to the other gods for days asking for revenge, but to no avail. Finally, in frustration they pounded the ground and cursed Zeus. That got them the response they sought. Hades, the mighty ruler of the underworld, came to them. He was always looking for ways to get back at his brother. He was still jealous that Zeus had dominion over the surface of the earth while Hades only had the dead and the dark underworld.
"Hades said to them, 'Is it not true that there is no greater misery for a man or a god than to have an unhappy wife? The world knows that Hera is a very jealous woman and that Zeus has a weakness for beautiful women. If Synphona could catch Zeus's eye and birth a bastard child, Hera would make Zeus pay dearly.'
"The two women shivered in fear being in the presence of a god. They lost their resolve and no longer had the bravo to even think about taking revenge upon Zeus. Hades sensed this. He said, 'You can do this. Synphona is young and pretty. She could seduce Zeus. But of course it is risky. For risk there must be reward . . . more reward than just you settling a score with Zeus. I am the god of the underworld and all it contains and that includes precious minerals like gold. I will give you a mine where you will find an abundance of gold.'
"Now," Natasha continued, "That got Helen's attention. But of course there was a catch. With gods, there is always a catch. Hades was marriage to Persephone and had no children. Hades said, 'I will require that you give the child to me because I am without any. I will let him live in the light among men. It will be enough for me to know he is mine.' Seeing them hesitate, Hades upped the offer. 'Your gold mine will be fruitful for 100 years. Present me with another offspring sired by a descendent of the original bastard and your family and I will make your children's children wealthy with an abundance of gold for another 100 years.' Hades promised to do this for eternity.
"A pact was made and the women went about trapping Zeus," Natasha paused. She looked at her audience. Dorothy was listening intently. Vanessa . . . well, Vanessa was present. Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Natasha addressed her to be sure she was taking everything in.
"Vanessa, dear. You already know how it happened. You saw it in your dream. The intoxicating man that made love to you was Zeus. Remember the pleasure of his company? All goes well until the damn cattle stampede. Cattle are a favorite animal of Hera. Hera was signaling to her husband that she knew he was being unfaithful. That is why he suddenly stopped fucking you. His lust was overcome by his concern about what Hera would do. To spare himself the worst of her anger, he relived himself in your ass. Remember?"
Vanessa responded weakly. "Yes. The powerful man gave it to me in my ass. I came so hard."
Natasha was satisfied that Vanessa was listening. However, she realized that Vanessa was unable to pay attention much longer so she gave the two women a condensed version of the ending.
"The coupling did not go exactly as our ancestors had expected. The plan to produce a bastard was in jeopardy. Helen was furious that she would not get the gold and get her revenge so she sucked Zeus' semen out of her daughter's ass and transported it to Synphona's vagina. Syn got pregnant. Our family got its sweet revenge and a goldmine. Hades got a half-god/half-mortal to nurture. Oh and yes, Zeus caught hell from Hera."
Natasha hands were hurting and cramping from all the pulling, pinching and rubbing. She grabbed a hair brush and used its bristles to scratch Vanessa's red nipples. The rough treatment eased Van's pain. Natasha continued,
"So that is our story. We are a family that angered the thrower of lightning bolts. With the help of his brother, we got a measure of revenge and a goldmine to boot. So where does that bring us? Dears, the 100 years are up again. Vanessa, you are to birth Hades a son. Your body is readying itself for your destiny. "
