Evil Bitch

Here's the next installment of Jon's adventures with mom and the other ladies in his life.

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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?"