Evil Bitch Ch. 12

byLost Boy©

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.

"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.

"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.'
'So he taught you how to use Star Metal?'

'No actually that was a happy coincidence.'

I launched into the story about Mike and his rock hunting expedition. Then I asked him about the cosmic sieve as Charlie called it and its purpose.

'The sieve as you call it opens onto a pocket universe where a hidden sun is kept. I can feel that burning question so I will answer it first. A hidden sun is a sun that has gone supernova and what is left is a solid crystalline core. Basically in your terms a gigantic radioactive diamond and we rekindle it. Once the star is stable we shift it to a tiny dimension and use it as both a power source and a means for creating building materials. As you know any organic matter placed in the sieve is changed into a material very similar to Star Metal. Though not as sturdy it is not far from the original. The demand for Star Metal and Star Crystal was just becoming too great. So we created an alternative to sell and use ourselves. Let me show you.'

We left the roof and teleported down to an entire floor dedicated to the building needs of the city elders. There were sieves of all shapes and sizes here. He went over to one of the smaller ones and reached in and pulled out a block of alloy.

'We call it Calakhor, or the light's heart. To make a power stone first you must chose a specific shape and crystalline pattern for it. Pick something...'

'...How about the three lightning bolts and the All Seeing Eye,' I suggested.

'That is an excellent choice,' he sent to me.

Then he sang softly and I could see in his mind the shape he was coaxing from the calakhor. It didn't take long for him to get the shape down perfectly. Then he sang some more and altered the dull gray-green material into a gorgeous faceted diamond structure. When it was done the triangular stone barely fit into the palm of his hand.

'Now we attune it to the hidden sun,' he explained.

He held the stone over the mouth of the sieve and once it glowed with a steady clear light it was done.

'That's it,' he sent.

'How long,' I asked.

'How long what Jon Masters?"

'How long will the stone hold that charge?'

'Oh you are mistaken Jon Masters. The stone doesn't hold a charge like one of your batteries. The stone is attuned to the hidden sun. It draws power from the star itself. While the star lasts so does the power.'

'How much longer will these stars last?'

'I would imagine far longer than most societies, a few billion years longer give or take.'

'A few BILLION,' I thought as he handed me the stone.

'Yes unlike your society we make things to last.'

'And then some,' I added.

'I have something for you. My father started it but he didn't live long enough to see it finished sadly.'

I followed him to one of the larger work areas. There sitting on its surface was what appeared to be a leather backpack. Between the shoulder straps was the symbol of the Sublime Master. It was done in loving detail and I could feel how much it meant to him.

'This isn't leather is it,' I asked.

'No, calakhor can take on any texture, color or shape. He had visions of you before he died. He wanted you to have this when you came. It is an old man's gift for the heir to one that allowed us a brief respite from oblivion.'

'I don't understand.'

'Your predecessor made it possible for our race to continue on for another one hundred generations. Not much in the grand scheme of things but to us it meant the world.'

'It allowed you to build this city didn't it?'

'Yes and so much more.'

'That's the debt I am here to collect isn't it.'

'Yes, we are the last of the Qual that we know of. If there are others they are in hiding or so far away they cannot hear our messages.'

'It's a lovely backpack he did an amazing job.'

'It is not the outside that matters Jon Masters it is the inside. Open it and reach inside.'

I turned the backpack around and undid the straps and opened up the flap. When I looked down nothing but darkness greeted me. I reached in and felt something small and hard settle into the palm of my hand. When I pulled my hand out there was a glittering amethyst in my grasp.

'It is lovely,' I sent to him.

'It is the sum total of all our knowledge about space.'

'This is some sort of data stone?'

'In a fashion yes. It is a holographic storage device. It is being returned to you.'

'Returned you mean a previous Sublime Master once owned this?'

'Yes Jon Masters. He gave it to our people and we learned from it and have added to it since it left his possession.'

'Consider your debt cleared,' I thought and he shook his head.

'This was already your property we are only returning it. The debt is still owed. There is still much of the city yet to see.'

I slipped the backpack over one shoulder and followed him. In one hand I held the amethyst and the diamond triangle in the shape of my seal in the other. How strange. I slipped the seal into the backpack and examined the amethyst more carefully. It reminded me a lot of the avatar crystals except they were larger, had Qual symbols deep inside the stone and thrummed with their own power.

'How do I access the information inside of the crystals,' I asked.

'I had to meditate and attune my thoughts to the crystal. It was like listening for the voice inside of it to make a connection,' he said with a very human shrug. 'Want to learn a few basics before we have to walk back?'

'Do you even need to ask?'

'Okay, let's make camp and I'll show you a few of the basics. Any more than that and mom will get upset.'

We found a small park with those strange bush-trees and an octagonal pool nearby. He produced a irregular cut stone and set it on the ground. With a pass of his hand it glowed and put out comfortable warmth. I guess it was the Qual version of a camp fire.

'Even if you gather all of the stones just understand very few people can master more than one discipline completely. If you show a talent for manipulating space I would be greatly surprised if the other stones are of much use to you.'

'I understand. That would be like mastering art, math, and science and so on,' I replied.

'Exactly, it is possible but highly unlikely. But let us see what we shall see.'

'What do I do?'

'We start with needling the thread,' he sent.

'Don't you mean threading the needle?'

'No, I mean needling the thread. The first thing you have to do is imagine a needle the size of a sword in your mind. Now make it the hardest strongest needle you can imagine.'

'Ok one Star Crystal needle,' I sent back to him.

'Perfect, now just pick a fist sized rock over there and imagine the needle starting from your hand and appearing by it. Now when you have a clear image in your head, yank the needle back.'

It took a bit to get the imagery right. But when I could hold it I pulled the needle back and in my open hand was the rock.

'Whoa, that was amazing!'

'Do you want to try a short trip?'

'You mean teleport?'

'Yes, it should be safe in this open area.'

'Oh hell yeah, what do I do?'

It wasn't much different that pulling the rock to me. But instead of pulling I take a step forward towards the open area. I fixed the needle in my mind and chose an area free of any sort of obstacles. I was a little nervous but what the hell. I took a step. The next thing I know I am on my knees puking my guts out. But I am doing it ten feet from where I had been standing. I had done it! I had actually teleported.

'Sorry I should have warned you. There first few times your body and mind might be a little out of sorts.'

'I teleported, I actually fucking teleported,' I sent loud and clear to him.

For the next half hour or so I practiced moving a little further away each time. I discovered that the return trip was much easier than the initial one. Apparently because you have already disturbed the fabric of space and that made perfect sense to me. After a full hour I no longer needed to use the mental needle as a crutch I could teleport simply by picking a designated target and stepping. He warned me that each teleport was announced by a loud popping sound. That was the displaced air being replaced by solid matter, namely me. However, there was a trick to silently teleporting that involved taking a very slow step. This allowed the air to be slowly removed from both sides. It took longer but if stealth was your key it was a paramount lesson to learn.

"Now that was fun," I muttered to myself.

"I am glad you are enjoying yourself," he replied.

"Wait, you understood me?"

"Apparently you have learned to speak Qual quite well Jon Masters," he replied.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"Beats the shit out of me," he said with a smile. "I believe that is how you would say it."

"Yep, that's about how I would have put it."

"Good I wasn't sure it would come across properly."

It seemed like forever but I kept my patience up. So as we talked about anything and everything that came to mind. He asked me about my home and I asked him about the Qual and their history. I saw that the sky was finally beginning to brighten behind me. I assumed it was sunrise but again I was wrong. When I turned to see the horizon it was a planet that was coming up over the landscape, a real big planet! Like Jupiter big with a set of rings that put Saturn's to shame. There is no way to describe the alien majesty of planet rise on a world so far flung from my own that Umbra had yet to determine our exact location. It was almost too much to see the entire sky filled with the gas giant's presence and yet I sat there and stared for long minutes unable to look away.

"It is impressive isn't it," he asked.

"Yeah we have no view like this at home. Well unless you happen to be on one of the moons of Saturn. But we haven't progressed nearly that far, well not yet anyway."

"Ah there it is that kindling of hope in your heart for the human race. That is a good thing."

"I have to hope. The only left is despair and I really can't afford that right now."

"After all your wars and everything negative that has happened, still you manage to dream. You are an amazing people."

"Your culture has lasted longer than anything I have every dreamed of and you call us amazing. Look at everything you have accomplished and not a single internal conflict to mar your history."

"That was by design and our nature. If your people possessed what we do then they too would know that kind of lasting peace."

"I don't understand."

"It is not by happenstance that the Qual are by nature a peaceful people. We were engineered by the Star Shepherds to be what we are. We possess a biological imperative to keep infighting nonexistent."

"Wait, are you telling me that the Qual were genetically engineered?"

"I believe that is the correct description of our Primogen, yes."

"Primogen, who or what were they?"

"The Primogen are the first true Qual. There was a dark time for us in our own evolution. We possessed vast mental abilities and used them destructively. Then the Shepherds arrived and gave us peace. They chose the most powerful among us and took us to our new home. The Primogen were granted education, order and civility."

"You say that like its religious dogma. I don't mean disrespect by that."

"The Qual have no gods. But I see your point and I am not offended. Peace was thrust upon us and we thrived for a very long time. But with the peace also came resignation. Why do you think it took so long for Shada Ni'ir to discover Star Crystal. We are programmed to accept things as they are. Sure we have some geniuses among us but they only reinvent what is already there. It took an artist and true visionary to bring about so monumental a discovery."

"That is why they took her to their home world. Not to educate her but to study her. Your Shepherds wanted to find out why she was different and see if she posed a threat to the Qual or themselves."

"That is only conjecture but I fear it is the truth. Peace has been good for our people. But in the end as you see we cannot fight the extinction imperative written in our DNA."

"You lost hope."

"Not myself or my mother but others have. That is what truly burdens my heart. As a people we are hardwired to self destruct. We are tasked with acceptance and resignation."

"If I find anymore of your people I will ram hope down their throats," I told him.

"You know Jon Masters I believe you will."

"Are you ever going to tell me your goddamn name?"

"Soon..." he said wistfully. "...Very soon now."

He was right on the money. There was a brief lull in our conversation when his mother's thoughts came in loud and clear. She was finished and we were to return home. I had no idea what she had finished but he seemed very excited. There was a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Of course he knew something I didn't. Bastard!

So we made our way back to their humble structure. We took our time and that annoyed me since I knew we could teleport there in an instant. I absently plucked one of the fruit from the bush-trees.

"So are these just for food," I asked.

"No, they are specially grown for a source of food and Calakhor."

"What kind of soil do they need to grow," I asked looking at him.

He smiled and helped me pick twenty or so of the fruit and put them in the backpack for safe keeping.

"I suggest you give them a few generations before you harvest them for food or Calakhor."

"How long is a generation for one of these plants?"

"Ten years or so," he admitted with a frown.

"Then I'll consider it a long term project when I get home."

"That's the spirit Jon Masters!"

Another half hour or so and we could see the stony face of the cliff face. We reached the house and there in ceremonial garb was my lover and his mother. The robes were of deepest blue with silver Qual runes all over it. It possessed a deep hood and she wore a mirrored mask of silver and sapphire. The hood was up and the mask in place. In her hands she held a gorgeously crafted black staff with silver runes that I knew was meant for me. She held it aloft and it collapsed upon itself until only eight or so inches remained. I felt compelled to kneel as she approached and presented me with her handiwork. I held out my left hand and she settled it into my open palm. Our fingers brushed momentarily and then I closed my fist around her gift.

"Through my long life I have never crafted a finer weapon for a finer man. Use it wisely and may it serve you for many years to come."

"Thank you..."

"...Iyaden Ni'ir. My name is Iyaden Ni'ir and I am the direct descendant of Shada Ni'ir. But I am not done Jon Masters I have something else for you as well."

I rose to my feet and followed her to the pool with the waterfall. She pulled back her hood and removed her mirror mask. Then she stripped off her robes and stepped into the cool water. With a thought the staff extended to its full length and I plunged it into the ground. I undressed and joined her in the water.

"It is the custom of my people to be cleansed before donning ceremonial garb for the very first time. Besides it is as good an excuse to have you one last time before our debt is paid in full," she purred in my ear.

"I have the stone and the staff is more than enough payment..."

"...hush Jon Masters. The price has already been set. Now shut up and kiss me."

Our love play was slow and lasted until the planet had reached its zenith in the sky. Unlike our previous encounter I felt that there was nothing she wouldn't do to please me. I won't say I treated her like an animal but it wasn't far removed. I took my pleasure from her until I was mentally and physically drained. She was in little better condition when I came that final time deep in her once virginal ass. Once the sexual energy was spent she pulled me under the waterfall and performed the ritual cleansing. It was short and brief.

I stood outside the pool and meditated until the air had completely dried my skin. Then she produced the robes of office she had made for me. Like the staff the material of the robes was jet black but the Qual runes were also black and difficult to see. But there was also an underlying pattern that had nothing to do with the runes.

"The Qual do not have gods," Iyaden said. "But that does not mean we do not revere certain immortals that have earned our respect. I have probed deep into your thoughts and seen the hand of the Weaver in your life both consciously and unconsciously. So I have honored her and you with her mark upon your robes of office Jon Masters."

"Who is the Weaver Iyaden," I asked loving the sound of her name as it crossed my lips.

"In the twilight places where few dare to tread are her lairs. Your people call it dark matter or dark energy. She is a higher being who is she chooses be in more than one place at the same time. She spins the webs of destiny around the chosen few and guides their footsteps unerringly. So we believe. I have seen in your mind her hand and your desire to serve her and so serve destiny itself."

Saying this she took the leggings and knelt as she slipped them on me. Soft and cool as the most precious silk they fit perfectly. They had a drawstring belt which she adjusted and tied neatly. Then she stood and slipped the jacket on me and it like hers had a deep hood. She closed the front of the jacket and tied it off with a scarlet sash of the same soft silk.

"The blood you shed and the bones you break are in her honor," she intoned. "Now you look like a Sublime Master."

"Your gifts are priceless Iyaden," I told her and she actually blushed.

"Call your staff Master it is time to place the stone within," she said.

I gestured and the staff leapt into my hand and collapsed into its compact form.

"Open it Jon with your thoughts," she whispered.

I imagined it opening and a section of the staff lifted up and slid to the side. There was a compartment enough to house all six stones I was seeking. One stone already was nestled in its spot. It was a clear round cut diamond with a silvery green hue to its facets.

"That is the Viridian Mind Stone the one you have carried within you for so very long."

"You mean... Sterling? Where are you Sterling?"

"I am right here Master," Sterling replied from the staff.

"You were the first stone?"

"Yes Master and I hope you forgive the trouble I have caused you."

"All is forgiven," I told her. "Sneaky bitch..."

"Thick headed Master..." she replied.

"I also have made this for you," Iyaden said offering up a Qual version of my ever evolving watch. "It can hold up to twenty avatars or souls whichever comes first."

"You are kidding right," I said but the joking was long passed.

"It is time to collect the debt Jon Masters. Place the amethyst within the staff and close it."

Her son handed me the stone and it jumped from my hand into its assigned slot. Then with a thought the staff was seamless once more. Iyaden replaced my watch and took Umbra's crystal from the old watch and slid it into the single open spot available. Then her son handed her the mask she had wore earlier. It was now black upon black like the robes with its dark mirrored faceplate. She placed the mask over my face and it fit snug but comfortably. With a stern expression of her own she nodded to me.

"Take your left hand and place it upon my cheek, the ring will do the rest."

I extended the staff and struck the ground three times. The words came unbidden but seemed appropriate.

"Iyaden Ni'ir I come to collect the debt so long withheld."

"Come my lord and take that which is owed and is so freely given."

I touched her cheek gently and felt the power of the ring awaken for the first time. It was terrible and relentless. I could feel her essence as it passed into me and I knew now why she had rebuilt the watch. Through sheer will alone I directed her spirit, her soul if you will into one of the empty crystals. Though most of what was her was safely transferred there was a part of her that remained with me, forever. It was like a lingering presence of an old friend. Tears flowed down my cheeks but I was not entirely sad. She wasn't really gone just... transformed.

"It's time for me to go," I told her son.

"Not yet Jon Masters. I ask a boon of you. Take me too do not let me be the last of my people."

"You saw what happened."

"Yes and if you take me we won't be parted, not really."

Dear gods forgive me but I gave him what he wanted.

"Who comes to offer themselves to the black ring?"

"I am Kurnous Ni'ir and I beseech the Sublime Master to grant this favor."

"I accept your selfless act Kurnous Ni'ir come forward and face the embrace of the ring."

This time I was prepared and his life force went directly into one of the vacant crystals. Like his mother he went silently and bravely into the dark unknown. I don't know that I could have faced death as easily as they had. I looked at my left hand and then at the two corpses at my feet. What other surprises did the ring of four parts have yet to share? I'm not sure I wanted to find out.

A Few Days Later:

The door to the third floor flew open and I exited slamming it behind me. As I slid to the floor I took an assessment of my possessions and physical condition. Backpack... check. Staff of Office... check. Crystal Memory Core... check. Then I looked down and saw the gleaming metallic shuriken lodged into my chest. One... two... three of them in all and damn they hurt like hell. I heard a cough and looked up into the eyes of one serene and composed Louisa. She was carrying a bucket in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.

"Shall I remove them sir," she asked even as she squatted down in front of me.

Despite the pain it was the fact that she wore no panties beneath her skirt that caught my unwavering attention. Her shaved slit was literally dripping with need. I barely heard or even felt the first shuriken as it was pulled from my flesh. Perhaps this was her version of anesthesia? I didn't know and really didn't care at the moment. Then came the soft plop as the shuriken was dropped into the bucket that had at least some water in it. I felt the other two as they were pulled free but she did her best to distract me.

"Sorry about my attire Sir, but I was busy masturbating when I sensed your 'need'."

"What were you fingering that tiny pussy of yours to? Who or what were you thinking about?"

"You... Me... bent over and tied down to an antique table in the living area actually. You were giving my tight little... damn but this last one is dug in deep... a fierce pounding as it were."

"Were you screaming for me," I asked as the fourth shuriken tore free from my flesh reluctantly.

"No Sir," she said with a slight smile and lilt to her voice. "I was wearing a ball gag. There now turn around and let me check your back."

I managed to get to my knees when the wave of dizziness hit me. I heard her gasp and the tugging sensations began again.

"It appears you sustain a few injuries to you lower back Sir. Not unlike the spanking my ass received from Sir's open palm. It is still quite sore I assure you."

"Oh I bet," I moaned as I fought to remain conscious. "I adore swatting a firm round ass."

"It is both firm and round Sir," she actually moaned. "And it looks forward to a proper introduction of both your open hand as well as your cum... Sir."

Three more shuriken plopped into the bucket for a grand total of seven. Then I heard the pliers hit the carpeted floor and she was positioning herself beneath my arm and helping me to my feet. I looked up into her concerned face and noticed for the first time her eyes.

"You are wearing contact lenses," I moaned.

"Yes Sir," she replied as we headed not down the stairs but to the glass room.

"Why are you wearing them you have such beautiful eyes," I asked as she opened the room and directed me straight towards the pillared basin at the room's center.

"I suffer from Heterochromia Iridum Sir," she groaned as my body weight began to take its toll.

"What the hell is that," I asked as she gently lowered me to the ground.

"I have two different colored eyes," she said as she scooped water from the basin into her hands. "Now shut up and drink you fool or you will bleed to death. The shuriken must have been laced with an anticoagulant to keep your blood from clotting."

Handfuls of water later she inspected my wounds and sat down hard panting, shaking and at the end crying fiercely. I could only lay there trying to focus on healing to fully take in her reactions. She had saved my life of that I was clearly aware but her emotional reaction was unexpected but welcome. I managed to find the strength to reach out and grab her hand.

I must have drifted off. When I opened my eyes I was staring up at a full moon, just like the one when I had started this little adventure.

"How long have I been gone," I asked Louisa.

"Just one night Sir," she said softly from behind me.

Louisa had leaned up against the pillared basin and used her body as a pillow for me. She was soft in all the right places. Her words didn't make any sense. I had spent at least a day and a half on the moon of the ringed world alone. I could only speculate that time flowed differently beyond the door than it did on this side of it. Of course there was no guarantee that the places I had travelled to even existed in our universe. The rules simply didn't apply beyond that fucking door.

I was still a little pissed at what had transpired by way of not one but two separate ambushes. One I had managed to turn to my advantage while the other one ended in me being shot seven times! I sat up and looked in the bucket of water. There on the bottom lay the seven shuriken like projectiles fired from enemy weapons at me. The curved blades looked wickedly sharp. Now add an anticoagulant to the mix and you have one dead Sublime Master. If it wasn't for Sterling's little upgrades and Louisa's fast thinking I would in fact be dead.

I reached in and very carefully extracted one of the six bladed projectiles. I had Umbra scan it thoroughly to make sure no poison remained on it. Once I was sure it was safe to handle I examined it in great detail. The alloy was not on any charts no surprise there. It was light yet sturdy material and carried the markings of the J'Nai assassins upon its surface. Umbra indicated a button on the hub of the weapon. When depressed it retracted its blades making it easier to handle. It would prove a nice addition to my personal armory. I could carry them for the next time I ran into the J'Nai. Because deep down it wasn't over not by a long shot. So I collapsed the other shuriken and put them in my backpack for future use.

I was angry, frustrated and wanted someone to take it out on. Louisa provided the perfect outlet. Smiling she reached behind her and handed me a roll of Velcro tape.

"They are downstairs waiting for you," she purred. "Both of them are in need of a good old fashioned grudge fuck."

"What about you," I asked grinning mischievously.

"Me," she said coyly. "Sir, why have little 'ol me when you have a set of twins you can punish?"

"One of these days," I told her.

"And soon," she promised.

Grudge Fuck:

I headed down the stairs to the second floor. There walking side by side were Carol and Colleen. They looked up from their conversation and began to say something or other. I dropped my shoulders and scooped them up. I had each bent over a shoulder and was carrying them down the hall. As if planned in advance the door to the 'blue bedroom' was cracked open and a soft kick allowed us entrance. Colleen got tossed onto the bed and Carol was set on her feet. I closed the door and looked at them.

"Get undressed both of you and no arguments," I ordered.

Smiling they slowly undressed. Carol let her dress slide to the floor leaving her in bra and panties. Colleen had to wiggle out of her clothes but no less erotic than her twin. No surprise they were wearing matching underwear. Blue silk with lace trim with the only thing missing was fishnet stockings. Carol turned around as she reached around and tugged her panties down. Colleen moved onto her back and laid her head off the side of the bed as she took off her bra. Carol's pussy was soaked and Colleen's nipples were hard little pebbles of flesh. I held up the Velcro tape and smiled.

"We finally get to find out what you are going to do with that," Carol purred.

"Yep," I agreed.

I tore off twelve strips of the appropriate length and attached them to the girl's wrists and ankles. The last four strips were attached to the bed's posts. Colleen had lost her panties by this point. So I took her by her arms and positioned her on the bed. The moment the Velcro on her wrists touched that on the upper posts my meaning was clear. Then I stuck her ankles to the lower posts and like a fly in a spider's web she was completely immobile.

"Uh Jon... I can't move," Colleen said softly.

"That's the idea," I told her.

"What about me," Carol asked.

"Oh that's simple," I said as I unhooked her bra and tossed it.

Then I brought her wrists together and they stuck like glue. Then I bent her over and pressed her wrists to her ankles.

"There... perfect," I told her as I undressed.

"Jon, you aren't really gonna fuck me bent over like this are you?"

My answer to that was to ram my cock deep into her from behind.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she grunted.

"Hey what about me," Colleen said sadly.

"Oh don't worry about it... your little pussy is going to get hammered and but good," I promised her.

Then there came the sound of Colleen's body and mine meeting as I fucked her hard and fast. Her grunts became a long drawn out moan now.

"Oh god Jon... you missed us I can tell!"

"Yes I did and it was mean of you to make me wait," I said as I thrust harder still.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM if this is what we get for making you wait..."

"Nope, no more giving directives to me I will fuck you when I want, where I want and how I want. From now on you two are my little cockwhores... got it?"

"Yes MASTER," they said in unison, all three of them.

"MOM," I said turning around and saw the curvy figure in the doorway.

"Don't leave me out of this equation," Mom said as she closed the door behind her.

"Now you're in trouble," Colleen said. "Mom needs that fat cock of yours too big brother."

I never stopped fucking Carol I only slowed a bit. Mom slowly stripped out of her clothes and bent over the foot of the bed. She began licking Colleen's pussy and offering me her own at the same damn time.

"I swear to god EVIL runs through the women of this family!"

"And I swear if you don't make your sister cum soon I will do it myself."

"Carol are you complaining," I asked as I thrust harder and faster into her.

"UNNNNN no complaints Jon... no complaints at all," Carol groaned.

"I didn't fucking think so," I moaned as I felt her pussy tighten around me. "Getting close huh sweetness?"

"UH HUH..." Carol said as she began to thrust backwards now.

"See Mom it's all good," I grunted as my balls slapped against Carol's clit.

"Oh I know its good, that's why I am here," she purred back at me.

"Um hey mom is that a butt plug up your ass," Carol asked just before her orgasm hit her out of the blue. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," she screamed.

"Yes sweetie it is," Mom replied. "Now Jon be a good boy and get over here and fuck me!"

I quickly freed Carol from her Velcro and slid in right behind my mom.

"Ready for a fierce pussy pounding," I asked her.

"That'll make a fine start," she moaned. "But I expect that fat cock of yours up my ass before the night is done."

"Yes Mom," I intoned as I slammed my fat cock as she put it deep inside her snug oven.

"SHIT Jon," she cried out. "My pussy forgot how damn big you are!"

"I bet your ass hasn't," I replied as I jackhammered in and out of her.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned. "I bet it hasn't."

So, as I pistoned in and out of Mom's tight little snatch, Carol made Colleen feel all warm and fuzzy between her legs.

"OH YEAH... Just like that..." Colleen moaned as her twin ate her out.

I looked up and saw the freshly fucked pussy of Carol's as her face remained buried between Colleen's legs. Then I took note of Mom's little toy in her ass and began to tease her with it. I pulled it half way out and fucked her ass with that as my cock drove deep into her pussy. Mom was louder than the twin's combined and I couldn't help but enjoy the liquid sounds of lust as we pleasured each other. As Mom's back arched and her cunt gripped me like a velvet fist I thought that it was going to be a very long night for all of us.

I almost lovingly eased my dick into Colleen who had waited so patiently to get fucked. She let out of soft little sigh before I began to move faster and drive my hips harder into her. Just like her sister and her mom she was moaning and begging for more as we coupled. Since poor little Colleen couldn't move a muscle she had to lay there and take the pounding her tight little pussy got. She didn't seem to mind much though. The bed creaked in time to the rhythm I had set up and Mom and Carol waited patiently for me to make my little sister climax.

Even as I took my pleasure from Colleen I knew those two were up to something. The shrill cry from the prone girl was their signal. I had barely pulled out of her twin when Carol leapt onto my back and mom grabbed my legs. I was pinned and I heard the distinctive sound as the Velcro was applied to my own wrists and ankles. I could have fought them off but where would the fun me in that. Once Colleen was freed I took her place. Oh but they went a little further now. They blindfolded me and mom decided it was my turn to feel something hard and unyielding up my ass. The evil bitch took her own toy and worked into my rectum. I told you they were fucking evil!

Then I felt the soft yet firm tits of one of my sisters as they were wrapped around my erection. That was followed by a tongue teasing the head of my cock and fingers caressing my balls. It could have been all three or only a few of them I had no way of telling. They took turns titty fucking me and sucking my cock. I don't know who the lucky girl was that got the throat load of cum but her moans seemed to indicate she had enjoyed it.

After I had caught my breath they took turns licking and sucking my cock again. But this time they were going to be riding me nice and slow. No rush to orgasms this time. They took their time as they rode my cock and their muffled cries as they came got me all the harder. Then there was something new added to the mix. There was a scent like wildflowers and sunshine. I felt a mouth on me licking slowly. Her tongue was tracing every inch of my cock from base to tip. She had me shivering with anticipation by the time she was straddling me. I felt her rubbing the head of my cock between her pussy lips just before she gradually lowered her hips. I groaned as she impaled her cunt on me. Then there was the slow up and down motion. As she lifted up her pussy squeezed me tight and she dropped her pussy slid down easily onto me. Whoever this was wanted me to shoot deep inside of her and I was more than willing. As her pleasure grew she moved faster and was lifting up only to drop down on my cock now. Gravity was doing half the work now and I was shaking I was so close to coming now. She rose up and then teased the head of my cock with her talented pussy muscles before one last drop. We both cried out as we came together. I felt her grip me tight as she climaxed and the sweet sensation of release was heavenly. Oh but she wasn't done yet. No she took my cum slick cock and eased it into her ass now. Oh this has to be mom... she had been very eager to feel me there at the start of all of this. I heard her breathing as she slowly let the tip slide into her. Then the shaft followed with little whimpers of delight from her. Like before she rode me slowly and squeezed my cock as she lifted up with her ass. Then I felt her hands settle onto my chest and lost her composure and began to ride me with fast shallow thrusts of her hips. I could hear the twins gasp as they watched the display. Were they taking mental notes of what I liked? I didn't know or care at that point really. I managed to thrust up into her now loving the feel of my mom's ass around me. I was covered in a layer of sweat and our slick bodies moved as one as she drove her hips in rolling motions onto me over and over.

"I'm gonna cum..." I grunted.

"Shoot into her," the twins cried out.

"Fuck her Jon," my mom moaned.

What the fuck? I thrust up hard impaling the mystery woman and her ass squeezed me tighter as she we both got closer and closer. I could hear her panting now and I was mere seconds away.

"NOW," I screamed and she dropped down impaling her ass as we came together a second time.

She lay on top of me panting and moaning now. I could smell her new scent of sweat, sex and perfume.

"Goddamn girl," was all I could manage.

"That was fucking amazing," Louisa moaned in my ear. "I've never done anal before."

"Oh you little slut you," I groaned.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I told you it would be soon. And just for the record, I'm your little slut Master."