Evil Bitch Ch. 05

"Have you deciphered the fourth set of symbols on that tablet Umbra?"

"Yes Master, shall I scan and translate for you Master?"

"Uh huh," I said holding up the watch and the violet light lit up the chamber like an impossible sunset beneath the earth.

"Much of it may take some time to completely decipher but I have found a passage I recognize Master. It says... Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, which means in his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

"Where the hell did you possibly recognize that from," I asked horrified at the sounds of those terrible words being spoken.

"The probe has finished scanning the two smaller rooms and is currently working on the main library. The private library contained a book with that passage within its pages Master."

"So you already have access to Old Man Miller's occult library," I asked.

"Yes Master, I am terribly sorry I didn't inform you."

"That's fine," I said staring at the arch and feeling a soul stealing chill pass through me.

I continued forward and it felt like the darkness was slithering at the edges of my vision. I walked in silence and was disappointed that my footsteps weren't echoing off the rock walls, it just wasn't natural. The cavern walls fell away and I entered a space so vast my vision could no longer see the limitations of it, if borders it possessed. Still I walked on curiosity trumping good sense. I saw something looming in the distance now and at first I thought it was the statue of a stocky man. For statue it was but a man it was not. Its body was bloated and rubbery and crowning its shoulders some hideous likeness between man and fish possessing the worst qualities of both species. Clutched in the things webbed hands was a trident of wicked design made for both slashing and piercing its foe. The trident appeared to be covered in gold leaf and shone despite the lack of illumination against the dark native stone. The statue stood at least twenty feet high and possessed a queer lifelike quality to it that was most disturbing.

The next statue, for it seemed like I had entered some sort of gallery of these horrific two story monstrosities, was worse than the last. The base of the beast was cone shape and protruding from the top of that cone were four tentacles each ending in a different sort of 'appendage'. Two of the tentacles appeared to be manipulators and ended in three pseudo fingers. One of the tentacles possessed an organ with four tube-like formations whose purpose was anyone's guess. The last was the absolute worst of the lot for it ended in a round insect head with three eyes spaced at equal distance around the equator of the thing. It hand a mandible mouth with evil looking pincers and a mouth of sharp teeth.

And one after the next the horror show continued. Each statue possessed that same eerie quality of pseudo life and whoever the artists were they spaced the damnable things so that once you could no longer see one the next came into view. A great circle of these things abided in the gallery and whether it was curiosity or just plain self abuse that allowed me to forge ahead I don't think I will ever know. I lost count of the things but at last I came to the trident carrying fellow and welcomed the sight of him as I would an old lost friend. He wasn't so hideous just a little misunderstood I told myself. I decided to see what was at the center of the gallery and strode off in that direction. Soon I saw a figure far taller than the rest at least fifty feet tall and a chimera of many different things all thrown together. I called it the father of nightmares. I first noticed the massive bat wings stretched so very far and then my eyes were drawn to the things head, like a great octopus it was with a beard of slitering tentacles and two enormous black eyes that swallowed you up whole. The body was bloated and it was roughly humanoid but its fingers ended in wicked sharp claws and its feet ghastly talons made for rending flesh. What haunted dream did you step out of big fella? Are you the one that the arch talks about? Are you Dreaming Cthulhu? I shivered then and turned to leave having seen more than I had really wanted.

"Jon," said a voice. "Where are you going Jon? You've come all this way just to leave?"

The voice had a definite foreign accent to it and I wondered if a victim of dead Tobias Miller had come back to haunt me.

"Who is there," I asked.

"I am wisdom and understanding," the voice said again.

"Let us go Master," Umbra urged. "That is the voice of madness and ruin."

"I have never seen the voice of wisdom and understanding or the voice of madness and ruin either for that matter. Come on show yourself!"

"I am here," he said and out from the darkness strode a man of indeterminate age dressed in a fine black suit and possessing the swarthy skin of someone from the Middle East.

"Do you have a name besides wisdom and understanding," I asked.

"You may call me Nyarlathotep," he said smiling serenely.

"Are you Egyptian," I asked the last part of his name sounding a lot like Imhotep.

"Yes," he said.

"What are you doing down here?"

"When you used the chair to come down here I was alerted to your arrival."

"So you live near here?"

"Yes, very near," he replied moving ever closer.

"Well perhaps we can conclude this discussion upstairs," I said.

"No, you see I too am a member of the Order," he said displaying a silver ring with the familiar three swords and eye. "You have entered into a sensitive situation Jon."

"I am not sure I understand what you mean this isn't my ring I found it and only used it to get down here."

"Curiosity and cats Jon... tsk-tsk... now let me explain something," he said stopping five feet from me. "You have put the ring of the Sublime Master on your hand. That for all intents and purposes makes you the Sublime Master. It is a very prestigious and lucrative position within the Order."

"I have money thanks," I said raising my hand to end the conversation.

"Not this sort of money," Nyarlathotep said. "We are talking life altering disgustingly wealthy sort of means; if you are worthy to wear that ring that is."

"Who determines if I am worthy, you?"

"Hmm as a matter of fact yes," he said smoothly. "I can only imagine you've gone through Tobias' desk and seen the stocks and land he owns. All that and more can be yours if you pass a simple test."

I raised an eyebrow and made a disdainful face.

"I am supposed to believe you that all this will be mine. What's in it for you?"

"Very good question and the answer is simply this. The position of Sublime Master has been vacant for a very long time. The Order suffers from the lack of that key individual. When a machine as complex as the Order is missing a cog of such importance it stutters and moves inefficiently. You will grease the wheels and add order to the Order."

"If I pass a simple test, and what will my duties be as Sublime Master?"

"Duties include answering correspondence from high ranking members and dolling out revenue to key players to keep things going. You will also collect revenue for others to pay for your expenses and salary of course."

"What kind of salary are we talking about," I asked just to be nice and sure I was a little curious.

"Let's talk about that after the test," he said. "Follow me Jon."

He turned and headed right between the father of nightmares legs.

"Master, please let us leave this place," Umbra was begging now.

"Have you scanned him," I asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"And what did you determine?"

"He comes off as perfectly normal human with no augmentations of any kind," she said. "So how can he see in absolute darkness?"

"Point taken," I said still standing where I was.

"Come on Jon it'll be fun," called the distant figure.

Greed it was pure and simple. My instincts were screaming for me to run as fast as I could. If I were back in prison I would have. But I didn't and it cost me... big time, though I didn't know it at the time.

"I am going to regret this," I muttered as I walked over to the tall Egyptian fellow.

Between the legs of the octopus headed beastie stood Nyarlathotep and in his hands a silver box. It was beautifully crafted and upon its lid was the crest that was on my ring, three lightning bolts forming a triangle with an eye in the middle. When I was close enough he handed me the box and it felt strangely heavy in my hands.

"What's inside?"

"Knowledge and wisdom or perhaps madness and ruin it is all up to you Jon. I will open the box and you look inside and tell me what you see. It's just that simple."

"Okay," I said already regretting that single word.

"Here... we... go..." he said and the lid was lifted.

I actually flinched for a second but inside was a single black dot hovering in a field of white light.

"It's a dot," I said.

"Good and now," he asked.

I looked again and there was what appeared to be a sheet of glass that was slowly rotating but the moment I should have seen the side of it there was the front again. What the hell?

"It's a sheet of glass," I said. "But there's something strange about it."

"What's so strange?"

"It has no thickness to it, it's like looking at a just the height and length of it."

"Perfect, seeing a pattern yet Jon," he asked.

"Wait a minute. The dot was a one dimensional object; a pane of glass is two dimensional..."

"Now what do you see?"

"Hehe it's a cube, a three dimensional object... this is easy."

But that wasn't the end of the test oh no not by a long shot. Expecting the test to end I was sorely disappointed when he said...

"And now?"

I looked and saw the cube but it was different somehow for it was crumbling to dust and then reforming over and over again. I had seen enough sci fi shows to get this one.

"Time, time is the fourth dimension," I said proudly.

"Very good some don't catch on as quickly as you do Jon... and now... what do you see?"

"Wait... what?"

I looked down and there was the cube but there was something wrong now. As it formed and disintegrated and reformed it was slowly rotating and I could see something... something terrible. There was another dimension I could see but it didn't make sense. Part of the cursed cube was falling into itself like a collapsing star.

"What is that... it's collapsing... falling and yet remaining stable?"

"Good, do you want a name for the fifth dimension Jon or shall we move on?"

"No god no let's just get this over with," I said with clenched teeth unable to move my head away now.

"That's the spirit... now what do you see?"

Oh god it was worse than the statues, worse than the king of nightmares that damnable cube. A new aspect of insanity was thrust before my eyes as the cube seemed to change shape and yet it was still a cube. But how was that possible?

"It's changing but remaining the same all the while dissolving and reforming over and over..." I spat out the words.

"That's seven Jon only four more to go you're doing grand really you are. Now... tell me what you see?"

I wanted to scream as my mind tried to wrap around the concepts my eyes unerringly showed me. Shapes and geometries that humans are blessed not to privy to; there are horrid dimensions where the boundaries of sanity are cast aside and consequence precedes action. There are hell worlds where fire burns cold and stairs leading up head downward ever downward. I choked out the words until with blissful mercy I peered beyond the last pale and crumbled into darkness and mind numbing sleep.

I awoke on the couch with the girls around me and could not recall how I got there.

"How," I asked my voice thin as a whisper.

"We found you here a few hours after you went into the basement. Are you alright you been sleeping for hours," the twins asked.

"We've been worried sick we couldn't wake you," Veronika said.

"I'm fine now, I've got you three to keep me..." god help me I almost said safe. "...company."

"I think you need some fresh air," Carol said.

"Yes Jon let's go outside this musty old house," Colleen offered.

"The backyard is close and we can sit out and watch the stars," Veronika added.

"I think I would like that," I said and we all walked out and sat out on the grass.

The girls made small talk and I just listened and smiled even though some nameless burden weighed heavy on my heart.

"Jon...?"

"Huh?"

"You went away again," Colleen said as she lay down on the grass looking up at the stars.

"Come on Jon lay down with us," Carol asked following Colleen's lead.

Veronika and I were both prostrate on the ground and looking up at the galaxy above us. With no city lights anywhere near the sky exploded with stars. Soon we were picking out constellations and long after the girls had exhausted what they knew I was pointing and naming them. Then apparently in full manic mode I was now naming individual stars some in English and many not. The harsh guttural tones were beginning to upset the girls and me with equal panic.

"Jon... Jon, stop it Jon... please stop," Carol was shaking me.

But still my lips formed those terrible sounds and it was Colleen's voice that cut through the fog.

"Veronika... what the hell are you doing?"

Down went my zipper and cool fingers were reaching for me.

"I know one sure fire way of getting a man's undivided attention."

I felt her warm lips around me and suddenly as if by magic I was back to my old self. My cock grew hard between her lips and her head was moving up and down now.

"Oh damn," I muttered.

"Well I'll be," Carol said.

"I wonder if a blowjob could cure cancer," Colleen asked.

"If not a tight pussy can," Carol replied laughing.

I was vaguely aware of the girls getting naked and then tugging off my clothes. Then oh my then the pleasure began to flow like beer from a tap. While Colleen sat on my face grinding her soaked pussy against my lips she and Veronika took turns making love to my cock. Meanwhile Carol got onto her back and slithered between Veronika's legs and began lapping at her pussy and clit. It was a wonderful synergetic position for most of us. Of course after my ordeal I planned on fucking the living shit out of each and every one of them and maybe even more than once if I have my way. If that didn't drown out the images then I don't know what will.

"One of you sluts get on top of me, the other two can play with each other until I am ready to fuck you," I ordered and there was little hesitation.

Veronika turned her unwavering attention on Carol and likewise while Colleen straddled me and lowered her tight pussy around my cock. When the head slid between her pussy lips she made an O sound and her mouth was wide open as I sank deeper into her.

"Oh god feels so good," she cried out. "You are stretching me so damn much Jon..."

"So fucking tight tonight Colleen," I grunted.

It took her a while for her to accommodate me inside of her which was a bit unusual but I wasn't complaining. When she was situated she sat there for a while and just caught her breath. She was breathing through her mouth slowly and moaning softly.

"Damn Colleen your pussy is squeezing so tight," I said. "MMMMMM I fucking love it."

Then ever so slowly she began to lift and drop grunting each time.

"UNNN UNNNN UNNNNN... UH HUH... UH HUH... SSSSSSSSSSSS so damn full..."

Colleen drove her hips up and down all the while her sister and Veronika were locked deep in a 69 position eating each other out a moan or deep guttural growl being heard from time to time. I ran my hands along Colleen's ass caressing her flesh and I was amazed at the new intensity my touch brought to me. It was as if this was the very first time I had ever done it. My sister didn't miss the attention and cooed at the display of affection.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I like that Jon," she moaned.

I thought if she likes that she'll love this. I sat up and lowered my lips to her erect nipples and opened my mouth and let my tongue flick over the sensitive flesh. She tasted like sweat and sex and sunshine. Then I latched on and like a newborn began to suckle at her tit.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNN Jon... oh lord that feels wonderful," she gasped.

She had stopped rising up for now but was rocking her agile hips forward and back to maintain the flow of pleasure between us. I moved to her other nipple and another gasp escaped her lips. My hands moved from her ass to her lower back and then higher still. Wherever I touched I left Goosebumps behind. I tipped Colleen onto her back and her legs immediately went over each of my shoulders and now it was my turn to show her some loving. I moved slowly and pulled only half way out before gently thrusting back into her and her moans and nods urged me on. The pace I set was agonizingly slow but was driving both of us mad with lust. Just the way her pussy massaged my cock was so damn satisfying. I picked up the pace just a little and her grunts of pleasure returned along with her lifting her hips to meet me now. I could tell she was getting close to coming. Her breathing was getting harsh now and I could see it in her face she was right on the edge. I began thrusting harder now and her hips met me with equal force. Just a little bit more and then...

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," she screamed as she lifted and ground her hips against me.

Panting and covered in sweat she dropped down to the grass and lay there quivering. Her smile was infectious and I grinned as I eased out of her and stood up.

"Next?"

That was enough to break the death lock between Carol and Veronika. They both sat up and wiped pussy juice from their faces. Then they looked at each other and Carol gave her the nod. Smiling brilliantly Veronika rose to her feet and launched herself into my arms. I caught her ease and she wrapped her legs around my waist and she reached down and aligned the head of my cock with her slit. I lowered her gently until with a purr the tip opened her up soon to be followed by the thick hard shaft. Once she was completely impaled she looked at me and kissed me fiercely and we began. I lifted and dropped her onto my cock as our tongues did battle. It was a nice leisurely fuck as her tight little pussy squeezed me every so often to add an extra thrill to the mix. Our kiss deepened as did the force of each drop and she was loving it as was I. After one especially deep drop she broke our kiss and cried out loud.

"OH SHIT... OH SHIT... feels so damn good Master," she moaned in my ear. "OH SHIT... OH SHIT... oh hell..."

The last two syllables sounded less enthusiastic and more like something was wrong. Then the light from the flashlight fell on Veronika's face. Without setting her down I turned my body around and then it was my turn for the light in the eyes. I could barely make out the silhouette of a woman.

"Does the owner of this place know what you are doing," she asked with great authority in her voice.

It was then I realized she was a cop.

"Um officer I am the owner of this property," I said and the light left my eyes and I saw the attractive young woman look at me with great intensity.

"And your name is..." she asked.

"My name is Jon Masters and I recently purchased this property from Elizabeth Colton."

She nodded and grabbed the microphone by her neck and called into dispatch checking out my story. While she waited she looked at Veronika's ass and my cock slid deep inside of her.

"Do you want to put the young lady down Mr. Masters?" the cop asked.

"Um I actually like her right where she is and I think she is enjoying it too aren't you?"

Veronika nodded but said nothing. The cop blinked her dark brown eyes and wasn't sure how to proceed. I wasn't rude or threatening and obviously didn't pose a danger to her.