Evil Bitch Ch. 08

"Yes Sir," she growled as she took to her knees.

"Don't you dare disappoint me," I said reinforcing who was actually in charge.

Not another word escaped her lips as she snared my cock with her mouth and kept her hands on her knees. I looked down and wondered at how quickly I had grown attached to this young woman who so eagerly knelt there pleasuring me. With her upswept almond shaped eyes and full lips that even now caressed my sensitive skin so willingly. I knew that with a word she would assume any position I desired and be thankful for any and all attention that I gave her. But I had called her here hadn't I? I had reached out to her dreaming mind and summoned her to do my bidding. There was a giddy rush in that thought.

Melody was moving her head more and more forward as her lips came ever nearer to her ultimate goal. She couldn't deep throat with the same abandon that my sisters could but she was working on it. How far could I push her I wondered now? Was there anything she wouldn't do for me sexually? The once virgin now cock sucker and who knew soon something darker perhaps? I grew harder in her mouth thinking of tying the young gal up and beating her ass until it was bright red. Feeling me swell she pushed further now and with a moan of satisfaction her lips once more touched the base of my cock. Enough teasing it was time to fuck this bitch and hard!

There she was the general's daughter on her hands and knees with my cock buried deep in her tight little pussy. Her head and tits were on the tiles while her ass was as high up as it could go. As I hammered her from behind she praised me and welcomed my cock as hard and deep as I dared. Every swat on her ass was a joy to her and even when I pinched her nipples brutally it was like a slice of heaven for Melody. This chick was truly bent and I suspected dad had everything to do with it. She just needed an outlet and I was it.

God knows I wanted to fuck her up the ass but I was reserving that for dear old mom. So I took out my frustration on her in other ways. I rolled Melody onto her back and gripped her nipples with both hands and squeezed hard and she came right then and there. I felt her pussy squeeze me as hard as I was her sensitive flesh. Even though tears flowed freely from her eyes she never flinched and begged for more. I cupped my hand and was ready to slap her face when I stopped. I looked at my hand like it belonged to someone else and then down at Melody. I saw the angry redness of her poor nipples and I almost cried. What the fuck was wrong with me? I pulled us into a sitting position and held her close and wept as I apologized over and over again.

She seemed dumbfounded at my sudden change of behavior and it was the gentleness and crying that confused her. Melody held me and pressed her aching nipples against my chest and told me it was okay. She said I hadn't really hurt her and she had an ungodly pain tolerance. Melody liked the pain and I couldn't hurt her no matter what. Now I was the one that was shaking my head in dismay and confusion.

"Jon, I'm okay," she said softly. "You didn't hurt me."

"Oh but I wanted to and that's the problem," I admitted.

"You didn't punch me or black my eye but you were holding back weren't you?"

"Yeah, it's like there's something lurking deep down inside that wants out, bad. I am afraid of it and afraid I might hurt you."

"Then let's do this thing slowly, let it slip its chain a bit at a time eh? Sound good to you?"

"Yeah, sounds great," I admitted.

"Now, I am going to get on my hands and knees again. Why don't you hammer my tight little pussy as hard as you want?"

She did and I did. In fact I pounded her tight little cunt so hard she passed out the next time she came. Talk about a confidence builder damn! When she woke up her face and tits were covered with a thick load of my cum. Melody frowned up at me.

"I couldn't wait for you to wake up," I said and shrugged.

"You owe me mister," she said with a smile.

"I'll write you an IOU, one load on face and tits," I replied.

"Damn straight you do," she giggled as she dove into the pool to wash off.

That's how the rest of the evening went until Melody was too tired to continue and I was on the verge of dehydration. She wanted to sleep with me but I tucked her into bed saying I had things yet to do and I didn't want to wake her, which was partially the truth. The full truth is that part of me still didn't trust her completely. Call it that gut instinct I honed in prison.

I did go to bed and work on some actual material related to my visit on Monday when one of the maids disturbed my thoughts with a knock on the door.

"Mr. Masters am I disturbing you sir," she asked with her lovely Irish accent.

"No come on in," I called out from the bed.

The young lady who walked in I had seen only a few times and didn't remember her name. Was it her girl next door looks with her reddish brown hair and hazel eyes, like Melody's, or the drab uniform that she wore that took her off my radar? I didn't know but she carried a small silver tray with an envelope on it.

"You received a hand delivered letter Sir, I thought you might want it," she said her eyes half shut and her slight stumble told me all was not well with her.

I was up and out of bed and catching her as she collapsed. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her head lolled to the side and she giggled.

"You are naked," she giggled again.

"Yes and you are very sick," I said. "Sterling scan her and see what's going on."

The violet beam shot out from the watch and moved over her from head to toe. Then a brighter beam focused on her head and I heard Sterling in my head very clearly.

"I'm sorry Master but she is dying."

"Dying, from what," I asked my voice cracking and tears threatening.

"She has multiple brain tumors and the largest is in a region that is inoperable. One is pressing against the optic nerve and causing her great pain."

"I am NOT having anyone else die in my arms on this damnable property," I roared.

"Who do you suggest Master?"

The answer was as brilliant as it was simple.

"Your nanites! I can introduce a small amount of them into her bloodstream and you can program them to break down the tumors and rebuild the damaged parts of her brain. When they are done they can flush themselves out of her system."

"I could do that but..."

"But what Sterling," I asked.

"She is not you," Sterling pouted.

"You would be saving her life and making me very happy."

"OH, if you put it that way Master I would be thrilled to help the young lady."

I did the only thing I could think of. I bit my thumb and painted her lips with my blood.

"Lick your lips sweetie it'll help," I whispered.

Her small pink tongue flickered out and licked the blood from her dainty lips. Then I closed my eyes as Sterling and I 'dove' into the dying girl following the path of the nanites. Sterling guided them like a conductor directs a symphony. Once we had penetrated the brain via the soft tissues and the brain stem the few nanites swelled into a hoard of crystalline healers. They used the mass of the tumors to reproduce and consumed them painlessly and oh so efficiently. My passion to save this girl infected her very being and she knew she wasn't alone even as she lost consciousness. I turned my attention on her eyes and the optic nerves that were so badly damaged. I guided the nanites as they consumed the dark matter that made up the tumors and rebuilt the clean healthy cells rapidly and perfectly.

"Make her better, heal her... let none of the tumor remain and let her see as she never has before."

When that was done I turned to Sterling and most of the tumors were gone falling under the siege of the glittering assault. She saw the repaired optic nerves and smiled.

"Not bad for your first time Master," she commented.

"Did I miss anything; I want her to be pain free when she wakes up."

Examining my work she smiled and shook her head. Then she returned her full attention to the last of the healing that required her help. While most of the nanites would break down and leave her system naturally Sterling created a small crystal node near where the largest mass had been located.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"I must monitor her progress and make sure that the cancer does not return."

"Can't you do for her what you did for me?"

"You wish her to be quasi-immortal Master?"

"Um... no, I just thought, never mind you know best."

"In this instance yes I do."

In a flash we were back and looking down upon the sleeping woman. Sterling informed me that her vitals were much better and that she would make a full recovery. I smiled and a single tear escaped and trailed down my face. Monster and healer all rolled up into one, imagine that.

It was close to three in the morning when the young maid woke up startled and grabbed her head and began to weep. I sat down next to her and she clung to me like a little girl lost. But I could tell that these were tears of joy and not pain.

"How long," I asked her.

"Four years," she said between sobs.

"You are okay now," I told her.

"Thanks to you Sir," she said clinging tighter.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel, I feel amazing I am pain free for the first time in so very long."

"I'm glad."

She blinked away the tears and reluctantly let go of me.

"I must look a mess Sir," she whispered.

"Nah, you look amazing."

"Thank you Sir, is there anything I can do? I still have a job to perform."

"Let's keep this um thing between us, just you and I if you don't mind."

"I understand," she said as she looked up at me and I gasped when I saw her large beautiful eyes.

"Oh boy," I muttered.

"What is it?"

I reached for the silver tray and let the letter fall unread to the floor. Using it as a mirror she caught her reflection and her brand new eyes. Though they were still a hazel color the cat-like slit in them as the light hit her eyes was definitely new and 'improved'. I did say perfect didn't I when I was healing her.

"I can fix that," I muttered.

"You do not like it," she said batting her eyes at me.

"Um no they are very pretty but..."

"But nothing I will keep them as a reminder of your kindness to me. Besides I can see wicked clear in the dark."

"Oh boy," I muttered.

"Relax Sir, I will keep your secret and you can keep mine," she purred in my ear. "Oh my, that brought a rise out of you."

I looked down at my erection and wanted to say, 'bad cock... not now', but the damned thing had a mind of its own. I wanted to apologize and slowly back away but when she wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to pump it... oh hell.

I learned the maid's name was Mary. I learned she loved to suck cock and I do mean love. I also learned that her pussy loved cock even more than her mouth or throat did. So when my door creaked open at three thirty and Mary was standing in front of me bent over the bed with my cock buried deep in her I had some explaining to do to Melody.

"UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN," Mary grunted as I fucked her hard and deep.

"God damn your pussy is sucking me in," I moaned.

"I thought you were tired and had 'business' to work on?" Melody chuckled from behind us.

I kept fucking Mary with barely a pause in my hip movement.

"I finished early," I explained. "Mary here needed some TLC so I obliged."

"TLC huh, does that stand for Tender Loving Cock," Melody laughed.

"UH HUHHHHHHHHHHH," Mary moaned as she got closer to coming by the second.

Melody plopped down on the bed and looked Mary in the eye. Luckily I had turned off most of the lights. As I pounded the tight little Irish girl Melody reached up and pinched Mary's nipples. That did the trick. The maid's back arched as she shoved her hips backward and cried out as she came. Panting and gasping Mary fell forward onto the bed and recovered. I eased out of her and pointed my cock towards Melody.

"I do owe you a face painting," I said.

"YES, yes you do..."

It was the cook that found the three of us that Sunday morning naked and sprawled upon my bed. She looked from me to Mary and then to Melody.

"Sir really, this is unacceptable behavior. Shagging the help is highly frowned upon."

I laughed so hard and her smile was just the perfect start to the day.

"It won't happen again," I said and she raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"We'll see, I take it you'll want breakfast in bed Sir, for three?"

"If it isn't too much inconvenience madam," I replied.

"Oh no you don't, don't you call me madam when you have two women in your bed Sir!"

I was crying I laughed so hard it hurt.

"Men," the cook snorted as she left the room with a wicked grin.

"I think she fancies you," Mary moaned.

"You think," I asked.

"Well your John Thomas is hanging out all over the place," Melody added.

"But it is a lovely cock is it not," Mary said as she lovingly wrapped a fist around it.

"A handsome dick," Melody moaned as she moved her head downward.

"A pretty penis," Mary cooed.

"A... oh hell I'm out of cock metaphors," Melody said as she took the tip into her warm wet mouth as Mary gently pumped the shaft.

Correction laughter is the second best way to wake up in the morning.