Evil Bitch Ch. 15

"I am sorry for the interruption but I have news from headquarters. First of all Nick Shaw is buying the next round for the whole pub. Second the new product line has been approved and London is going to lead the company in its manufacturing. We got a green light to begin start up immediately!"

The roar from the employees was deafening. People broke out in song and toasts were going on everywhere. I pulled the bartender close and handed him a small wad of bills ensuring that when the second shift got off that they would have plenty of drinking money.

It would be months before the actual manufacturing of the Nightshade began but it was something for them to look forward to. It was a guarantee of work to come and a promise of good fortune for the London plant. If the Nightshade sold well then it spelled profit company wide. We just had to wait and see.

The Express to Berlin:

London:

As I had done with London I was planning on arriving a few days early in Berlin to get settled before I got to work at the weapons manufacturing plant. Unlike London Mom, the twins and a few select others would be travelling with me. Mom had a background with firearms. She had spent quite a few seasons hunting with her father back in the day. And the twins begged me not to leave them behind. They were very convincing on their argument. Most of which consisted of sucking, fucking and cuddling. How is a guy supposed to turn down a young woman as she is riding him so selflessly? Finally I had brought Vana along not wanting to leave her behind. She was a key point to why I had 'disappeared' in the first place. Thought I believed she was unaware of the plot and had not played a pivotal part, well not knowingly.

What I didn't expect was for them to blindfold me and inform me that my mode of transportation would be a complete surprise. My imagination ran the gambit from yacht to blimp. The limo stopped and I was led out still blindfolded to where I would embark for distant Berlin. My mother let out one of her high pitched whistles and I could hear the distinct chugging sound of a steam locomotive. The blindfold was removed and it wasn't just any train it was the Orient Express! It pulled into the station and appeared in pristine condition. The dark green paint looked as if it were applied yesterday. On the front of the engine were the letters and numbers OE#1. A familiar diminutive figure stuck her head out of the engineer's compartment.

"Indigo," I asked.

"She says her name is Ingrid and that you two have some history together," my mom explained.

"Yeah if you call the stall in a tavern's bathroom history," I shot back.

The train came to a halt and Ingrid hopped down and off of the train. Smiling she walked over and told us all about the train.

"This is the original design of the Orient Express as designed by a relative of mine back in the day. Sadly it was too costly to put into service so it was mothballed until recently. It has the latest amenities for the modern traveler with that old world charm you expect. I hope you enjoy her unfortunately other business keeps me from travelling with you and seeing her maiden voyage."

"What kind of business," I asked.

"Very personal kind," replied a six foot albino amazon who appeared quietly up behind us.

"This is my travelling companion," Ingrid said without giving a name or more of an explanation. "We have to run we have to be quick if we are going to catch up with an old dear friend."

"Does he have a name," I ask pushing things just a bit.

"Yes as a matter of fact he does," the albino said. "His name is Oswald Sebastian Kane."

"Ah," I said recognizing the name instantly. "Good hunting ladies you'll need it."

"Jon, do you know this fellow they are looking for," Carol asked.

"Yeah, he is a thief, a murderer and not to be trusted in the least," I told her.

"Oh then you do know him," the albino added.

"Uh huh and not a fan," I said and that was the end of that conversation.

Petite Ingrid and her tall pale companion turned and left without another word being said. My family and I were led to our private car on the train. But we were far from the only people to be attending the maiden voyage of the Orient Express. I saw two familiar figures and stopped to greet them.

"Your Grace," I said to William future king of England.

"Please William will do among family," he replied.

"William, Harry it's a pleasure to see you aboard," I said.

"How could we possibly turn down an opportunity like this," Harry said.

"Well we are going to get our things stowed; we will catch up with you later?"

"Of course Jon," William said.

My mom never said a word until we had turned to head back to our private car.

"That was..." she said blushing.

"Yes and he is taken so no hanky panky."

"I would never," she began and then laughed.

"Oh the hell you wouldn't but this time you must resist those primal urges mother."

"Yes son and for a very good reason," she agreed.

"Yeah, his grandmother would kill me and you."

"For very good reason too, still he is a handsome young fellow takes after his mother."

"Yep, so let's catch up with the girls and see what our next few days are going to be like."

The car was something like a mobile five star hotel suite. It had that feel of a bygone era with tons of dark wood, brass and for lack of another word, elegance. We were all oohs and ahs. There were beds enough for us all but I suspected there would be some sharing at some point or another. I mean who wouldn't want to brag that they fucked on the Orient Express? Umbra appeared unannounced and gave us all a rundown of the evening's events. A black tie dinner was the high point. The closets were fully stocked for any and all occasions. Men's apparel on the left side and women's on the right. I was informed that each of the three women in my life would be taking turns over the next few days. Who was I to argue with that? Vana would simply observe our customs for now.

Carol was going to be my 'date' for the black tie dinner. It meant she would be sitting next to me. What I didn't realize is what they had planned for me over the course of this journey. It was late in the first course of the meal when I felt the talented foot find its way to my crotch. I looked up and saw that Colleen was sitting opposite me. She had a demure smile on her lovely features. She had slipped her foot from the heels she had been wearing and her toes were pleasuring me. Her talented piggies were tracing the shaft of my hardening cock quite gracefully. She never said a word but stroked me to a full and raging erection without anyone being wise to her little distraction. Colleen just smiled and ate her meal in dainty bites. When the first course was over her foot left my crotch and I thought this was the end. But I was sadly mistaken.

Once the second course was served it was Carol's dexterous hand that unzipped and freed my aching cock from its confines. I gave her a severe sideward glance but she just smiled as she began to stroke me. It was a disjointed hand job as she had to use that hand to cut her meat and fork it into her mouth. That made it a wickedly delicious experience. She even used her coifed nails to tease the vein that run beneath my cock and the sensitive head, evil bitch. But as the course neared its end she gripped me hard and began stroking me faster and faster. I could fight her only so long and she was going to win in the end. The cunning little whore took her cloth napkin and deftly wrapped it around the head to capture my cum. Then with a faked cough I lowered my head and came hard. It took everything I had not to pant and cry out as I shot into the napkin. She milked every drop into it before tucking me in and zipping me back up.

I am sure my flushed complexion wasn't missed by some of the others at the table. Specifically my mother, Colleen and of course Carol who were smiling at their private joke. Of course if one of them dared to even attempt getting under the table there would be hell to pay. Vana notice but was unsure and only quizzically observed the entire thing in silence, for that I was eternally grateful.

The rest of the meal went on without incident, thank god. Some of the men retired to the smoking car for a cigar and brandy. I cornered the trio and they were laughing openly now.

"How did you like your little treat Jon," mom asked.

"I loved it damn you," I said.

"I told you he would," Colleen said.

"This was your idea," I sad shocked.

"Yep," she replied proudly.

"I wanted to drop my napkin and suck you off but mom said no to that," Carol added.

"Thanks mom," I said. "That would have been a disaster. So what's next?"

"Oh like we're going to tell you," mom said. "You sonny boy are just going to have to wait and see."

"Is this some sort of sexual ritual Jon," Vana asked.

"It is a secret thing Vana, a sensuous thing for the two of us alone," I said.

"Ah, I will say nothing then," she said with a small smile. "I must admit it did look like fun."

"Well I have to mingle for a bit, try not to cause an international incident while I'm gone."

"Aw you're no fun," Carol said. "We'll be good."

So I shook hands and talked about the next phase of operation for the London plant with various ministers and heads of state. They were all interested in the opportunity to have Numenor expand into their district or county. I politely dodged any sort of commitments and told them I would speak with Nick for them.

However I was surprised when Kate walked up to me. She was usually a fixture on William's arm these days. She guided us over to a secluded spot to speak. I wondered what this could be about.

"Your Grace," she greeted me.

"Please call me Jon," I told her forgetting the title of Duke most of the time.

"Thank you Jon, I have a rather delicate matter to bring up," she said blushing.

"Then I will be gentle I promise," I said and she blushed even more.

"You have touched on the very nature of my question Jon," she said after she had recovered.

"I am all ears Kate what is it you want to know?"

"That pretty young thing sitting next to you," she said softly.

"Yes that would be Carol," I said.

"Did she, oh I don't know if I can even say it out loud." Again the slender brunette was blushing.

"Would it be easier if you whispered it in my ear," I asked.

"Yes, it might be at that," she said with a smile. Kate moved close and bent near. "Did she give you a hand job Jon? Did she make you cum?"

"Yes."

"You are a very naughty man," she moaned in my ear.

"I was the victim I assure you."

"So am I supposed to feel sympathy for you then?"

"No, that would be a little much to expect. Tell you what; if you ever find you have an itch that needs scratching..." I had barely said those words when she laughed.

"I knew you were a true gentleman," she said.

"Of course Jon is a gentleman," William said from behind me. "A fine and upstanding bloke as you would want to know. Look how he had turned around that factory here in London."

"I'm not sure we are still in London," I added. "But I hope things improve better still."

"I am sure you will get a hand up on things Jon," Kate said.

"I am sure I will."

Suddenly I remembered a bit of business that I could conduct to take my mind of that damned woman's scent and words that were still boiling in my brain.

"Since I have you here William I was wondering if I might bend your ear concerning a military matter."

"If it isn't too hush-hush I don't see why not," he said.

"Well I am starting my own company and your input would be invaluable."

"What sort of product or service are we talking about?"

"Well I have done very well for myself very recently and I wanted to give back as it were. I have developed with the aid of some friends a series of prosthetic limbs. I want to help war veterans regain their mobility and normalcy again. I would like you to help me with this project."

It was hard to read him for a long moment then he smiled. It was one of those genuine smiles his mother was known for.

"Now this is all free of charge to the soldier and his family. But I need some volunteers to beta test them for me. I thought of you immediately. What do you say?"

"I say how soon and how many?"

Then we were all laughing and smiling and drinks were poured and Eidolon Incorporated was born.

It was way after midnight and most of the people on board the train had already sought their beds. I was tireless and made my way to the engine of the train. The engineer was an elderly chap of average height with long gray hair and bright blue eyes beneath his bushy eyebrows.

"Evening your Grace," he said greeting me.

"Greetings engineer and how goes our journey?"

"Oh this old gal is running like a young pup. We should reach Berlin right on schedule."

I loved the way the Brits said schedule it was 'shedyool'.

"Great, is there anything you need from the dining car?"

"Oh no your Grace, if I require anything I'll send Simon here to fetch it."

There fast asleep was a young boy of about ten with sun bleached hair and a dark tan beneath his soot stained skin.

"He's my grandson and wanted to go on with his grandpa on this great adventure."

"He is a fine lad."

"Thank you sir," he said with a toothy grin. "I wanted to thank you for all you've done since your return to London. You may not know how many lives you've helped. But I for one wanted you to know and to say if you ever need anything."

"You know there is one thing..."

The steam whistle howled into the night. Many sleepers murmured in their sleep and dreamt of locomotives racing along in the distance. I pulled on the cord one last time. The whistle wailed and I laughed like I hadn't in so many years.

"Thank you engineer, you have made an old man very happy."

"Don't take this the wrong way your Grace but you're a wee pup compared to me."

"No offense but sometimes the scars don't show on the outside. Thanks again and I will bid you a good night."

"Good night your Grace," the engineer replied looking quizzically after me.

I returned to my car, changed into my night clothes and slid behind my mother. Her butt did that little scoot but instead of bare skin she was wearing a night shirt and a t-bar. That didn't keep her from teasing me the rest of the night. I didn't push things knowing that Colleen had set a plan into motion. I was curious as to what stage two was and when it would occur.

We rose promptly at eight 8 a.m. showered and dressed for breakfast. In my case it was a very cold shower to wreck the fierce erection mom had carefully built over the wee hours of the early morning.

I sat between Vana and Colleen at the breakfast table. Next to Vana was William and beside him was his brother Harry and they were chatting quite animatedly. There came that awkward moment when I felt Vana's hand on one thigh and Colleen's on the other. Oh boy this could get real interesting! Vana made the first move but Colleen was only seconds behind. The two looked at each other and laughed. Vana brazenly unzipped me while Colleen fished my cock out. Then the two worked together to gently and subtly stroke me. That long night of delightful teasing from mom was now being rewarded by the two gorgeous young ladies. Vana stroked the base while Colleen worked the middle and tip with great skill. Then they switched places. I ate my meal with barely a break in my pace. Up until Vana took a fingertip of precum and placed it on the tip of her tongue. Then I began to get an understanding of how evil she was. The she returned to teasing the tip of my cock. Colleen began stroking the shaft faster now sensing that I was getting close and she was right. They switched again and Vana took up Colleen's pace as she jacked my tool. She felt my cock as it began to swell. Vana gave Colleen a knowing look. Colleen, like the night before, wrapped a cloth napkin around the head of my cock to catch the cum as Vana's hand stroked the entire length now. How she managed to do this and not alert William was beyond me. This time I had a mouthful of scrambled egg in my mouth when I came. Colleen dutifully folded the napkin and passed it to Vana as a keepsake of the experience, how sweet.

"Surprise brother dear," Colleen said in my ear. "Did you enjoy your handjob from your latest rescue?"

"What do you think," I said smiling.

"I think you want to fuck her," she replied.

"You would be correct. But when she is ready," I said.

"You act like she is a virgin."

"Um, she is."

"No way, looking like that she can't be!"

"Can't be what," Vana chimed in at the worst possible time.

"Are you really a virgin," Colleen asked.

"Yes, I have never had the need to perform sex," Vana shot back.

"Sex is for love not a duty," Colleen said.

"You seem to do it for fun," Vana offered.

"Well that too," my sister said with a brilliant smile.

"Jon you are being very quiet," Vana said.

"Yep, mighty good bacon!"

"I really have to hand it to the chef this is a delightful breakfast Jon," William chimed in.

"I will make sure he knows William," I said.

"About that business last night," William continued. "I have several candidates for you to look over. All are very sound mentally and veterans with high commendations who lost limbs during one or more campaigns. I can send you the files whenever you like to look over. I have to admit I was a bit surprised when you approached me but I am glad you did. One in particular is a close friend but I don't want that to affect the selection process."

"I won't be the one doing the selecting. I will be leaving that entirely up to the physicians and the technicians actually. So that way we keep this as impartial as possible."

"Good we don't want any improprieties at any point now do we?"

"No we don't," I said. "Then we would have to suffer all manner of penetrating probes into our behavior."

"Well we don't want any probes now do we," William replied.

"No that would be humiliating," Colleen added with a giggle.

"What's so damn funny," Harry asked with a half-smile.

"I was just thinking of the anal probes and the alien abductions people are always talking about," she said.

"Anal probes... yikes," Kate whispered. "I'd hate to have something hard and metallic shoved up my arse."

"I whole heartedly agree sweetness," William said. "Scratch that out on the alien inspection of this household thank you very much."

"Too right... less loving than a finger and larger than a pool cue," I muttered.

At that point everyone within ear shot busted up and was laughing so hard they began crying.

"I was just saying..."

In the Shadow of the Thanatons:

We would reach Paris this evening, the city of lights. I was informed I would be playing bartender in a kind of fundraiser. I was happy to oblige of course. I had played bartender a good number of times over the years. My most memorable time was in North Africa during the war. In the mean time I walked among the gathered dignitaries and mingled. I learned it never hurt to mingle, make new friends and learn their interests. I mean after all these were some of the most important people in the U.K. and most assuredly one third of them were members of the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight. It was the very same organization that Nick belonged to and was Hidden Master to. What a small world.

I moved from car to car shaking hands and listening to business propositions, that was part of my job description after all. The other part was to keep one ear out for key parts of other discussions going on around you. So when I heard a certain name comes up; it peaked my interest instantly.

"...Roger Sterling ..." said an elderly woman who had long since passed her prime.