Chapter 14: Violet Begets Violence

Thursday, July 27th, 2006, Boston Massachusettes

“Goddamn, I’m fucking sore,” I complained again for the hundredth time since leaving the hotel.

I twisted in my seat, trying to find a way that I could sit without putting any pressure upon my wounded shoulder. I absentmindedly watched a couple of kids zoom by on skateboards as we sat at a red light; we were driving to a gunshop across the other side of town, and my body was throbbing. It was almost noon already; it was very sunny and hot, another July scorcher, and not for the first time was I glad for the AC in the van. I was extremely grumpy because I’d wanted to be on the road to DC today, but that wasn’t even a remote possibility at this point because we still had way too much stuff to do in town.

I had only gotten two hours of broken sleep, but to be fair, only Billy had slept the night through. After briefly dealing with the cops and hotel staff at the scene, I had gathered up my clan and ordered the lead detectives to meet us at the hospital. I ended up using almost every last spark of magic that I had left by answering their questions as I spent a couple of hours in the hospital getting stitched up. It would have gone much faster, but I was ganged up on by my girls, who all insisted that I get x-rays, and bloodwork done. I gave in, figuring that at least it would go reasonably fast since my power put me at the head of every queue, part of the reason that I ended up completely drained.

It wasn’t just a couple of people that I had to use my ability on either, but two detectives, five nurses, three doctors, four administrators, six regular cops, and five hotel staff. I had deflected the fact that I was the real target and made them believe that I had merely stumbled upon an attack in progress and was assaulted simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had them all convinced that Marv and his poor wife were who the killer had been after. I’d even finagled compensation for what had happened with an extra two nights stay in our current suite—on the house. I wanted to keep my story as believable as possible, and I figured that’s what any other patron would have asked for in my situation.

I hoped that I was careful enough in my story-telling so that our tracks were sufficiently covered, but I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. I’d lost about two pints of blood and had been a little dizzy by the time that I had gotten treatment, so that combined with the Morphine had me pretty whacked out. Malachar assured me that I’d done well, but he didn’t know Earth that great, especially the ins and outs of how our legal system worked.

I vaguely remember having Angie blow me while I repeatedly patted her on the head, telling her what a special good girl she was and that one day she wouldn’t hate me anymore. That had been at the peak of when I’d felt the most stoned, and as a result, I’d been catching her shooting me dirty looks all morning, especially when she thought that I wasn’t looking. I was pretty sure I’d at least made certain that she’d cummed hard when she’d swallowed, but it was pretty fuzzy. Malachar said that I had, and he’d congratulated me on using her, although adding to the amount of hate that Angie felt for me was just plain stupid in my book.

By the time that we’d gotten back to our Hotel room, it had been well after three in the morning, and no one had wanted to sleep alone. Seven determined women dragged the two queen-sized mattresses from the sitting room while I was forced to watch; it had made them very upset when I had tried to carry one. I think the Morphine had still been fucking with my brain at that point. We ended up needing to send for blankets, pillows, and sheets since the floor below had been cordoned off by the police, and we could no longer access our other rooms. I was curious about what the forensics would make out of the werewolf fur that had undoubtedly been ripped off during our fight.

After all was said and done, I had five deep puncture wounds in my right shoulder, five shallow slashes on my left forearm, and five deeper ones on my left side. It had taken over three hundred stitches to sew me back up. Plus, my back was severely bruised from both landing on it and having it smashed into a wall. And oh yeah, I also had three broken knuckles from punching my old friend Steve in the head. I still couldn’t believe it; the fucking council of the burning-cocks had much to answer for.

Malachar had explained how they typically created a Lycanthrope, and it wasn’t pleasant. He figured that someone had shown up where they’d detected I’d found the first ring and had subsequently stumbled upon my buddy. Whoever it was, they had put Steve’s knowledge of me to good use since he had access to a couple of items that I’d left behind with my scent on it. That gave them all they needed to set my former friend on the hunt.

Heather had done some searching on the internet this morning, and there was a trail of unexplained bodies starting in New Orleans that led all the way straight up here to Boston. Just as what Maria had told me she’d seen on the news the other night. Worst of all, though, was who his first set of victims were. They were different from the rest because they hadn’t been savaged as if a wild animal had done it. Those victims had been his family; his Mom, Dad, two sisters, his younger brother, and his girlfriend. Apparently, they had all been restrained, repeatedly beaten and raped, and then finally strangled to death after days of abuse. Steve Robertson was a wanted man for the rape and murder of his entire family and fiancée of three years.

I hoped that I had killed him. I knew that for him to have raped not only all of his female relatives but his male relatives as well—that he was mentally gone. Steve no longer existed. Apparently, the change from Human to werewolf severely affected a person’s brain and drove them insane. They hallucinated, heard phantom voices, and were driven mad with unsatiable lust until the change was completed. What exacerbated that condition was the fact that inhuman-strength was the very first attribute a changing were-creature received; his loved ones had no chance. Louisianna state police and the FBI were hunting for him, but they had no clue that he was also the serial killer they had coined the Dog Killer.

“Aww, I wish that I could make you feel better, my sweet baby boy,” Kelly said as she glanced over at me and gave me a loving smile. Her mothering instincts had been in full bloom ever since she had first seen that I was bleeding. “You can take some more painkillers in about an hour. Would it help if one of the girls gave you a nice blowjob? I would, my love, but we’d go right off into a ditch,” she giggled.

“Ma, I’m just glad that I’m not driving, and believe it or not, but my cock is drained at the moment,” I replied wearily and yawned. “Although, I guess I should...” I mumbled as I felt my cock start to twitch.

Sheila had gently ridden me to a mutually satisfying climax this morning, but that meant that I was at one-fifth power instead of empty.

Yes, you should. You are very low on power right now—understandably so considering the events of last night, but I’m boosting your libido as we speak. Just use a small trickle of Eruxis as you’ve done before, and you’ll get a good dose with the simultaneous climaxes.

<Fine.>

Holy Mackeral! Although why anyone finds a common fish Holy is beyond me, but—you’re not arguing with me! Well, fuck Maria’s ass then! You owe me that!

< Dude, I meant it, no more arguing. I’m hurting, I’m exhausted, and my emotions are frazzled, but I know that I need more juice. Maria’s sweet ass will have to wait, though. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t thrust right now if you were stabbing my ass with a red hot poker, and I’d hate to have my first time experiencing her delectable bottom to be with her riding me.>

Humph. Excuses, excuses. Lemme see what I can do. I might be able to dampen your pain receptors. I know that you’re experiencing some acute pain, m’boy, but you can’t afford to let your muscles stiffen up. You need to keep limber; remember, your enemies can strike at any time. They won’t care if you’re wounded, sore, or otherwise partially incapacitated; they’ll simply rejoice and take advantage of your weakened state. I should be able to interfere with some of the messages being received in your thalamus from the pain stimuli being sent along your nerves, and at the same time, block some of the neurochemical response mediators from being dispersed. That, in conjunction with your oral medication, should have you feeling somewhat more capable shortly. So take your dosage now; in fact, I should have thought of doing this for you earlier. It could save your life if we are attacked again. I apologize for my lack of foresight.

<How the fuck do you know so much about the brain? Especially considering that you lived and died based in a non-scientific environment? Everything that you just said was gibberish to me.>

Just because we use magic doesn’t mean that we don’t understand how things work! Jeez! We have institutes of higher learning just like Earth does, and I daresay the worst of ours are ten times the quality of your best! Besides, most spells perform optimally when the caster has a good understanding of how the thing that they want to effect works—though that isn’t a requirement. Biology, Geometry, Mathematics, History, Chemistry, and others are legitimate subjects for study in either system. It is your mechanical creations that have replaced magic, and magic is by far superior; that is the main difference between this planet and the other worlds.

<Oh. Makes sense, I guess. Oh, before I forget again, we’ve entirely ignored the stuff that I stripped off that Demon thing. Shouldn’t we try and figure out if anything he had on was magical or not, and if it would be useful? We know that the cloak definitely was, and I bet his rings and amulets were too.>

Yeah, we should, but at the same time, we have no way of knowing if he had put any magical traps on them. I would’ve if I were him. Still, you could probably try wearing the cloak; I’d leave the rest alone until we find a way to test them safely.

<Agreed, I’ll try the cloak on later.>

I felt my Mom’s hand stroke my leg just below my shorts.

“You didn’t answer me, Baby. Did you want one of the girls to suck you off? Maybe that would make you feel a bit better? Release some endorphins and get some power back? You know that ever since you explained how your ability works that all of us are even more eager to keep you charged—not that we needed a reason before though. God, just thinking about doing you makes me so wet! Sheila, you’re driving on the way back so that I can be a shameless slut and suck my son’s gorgeous cock!” Kelly declared assertively as she shot me a sexy wink.

“Sure thing, Kells,” she replied huskily, “as long as I get my turn to be a shameless slut later on too!”

I looked over to see my Mom’s smoldering ice-blue eyes darting hungrily down to my crotch as she unconsciously bit her lip. I knew that I’d be getting another good dose of magical energy on the return trip. My cock twitched again at the thought.

“Yeah, I could use a blowjob, but first, let me take my meds. Malachar said that he could help to get me feeling less like an invalid as long as I combined getting stoned with whatever he can do for me from inside of my head,” I grunted.

“Okay, Baby,” Kelly replied as she shot me a mothering smile, “they’re in my purse next to you.”

I dug through her bag, found my Codeine’s, and quickly popped two, washing it down with some bottled water.

“I’ll do it, Hot Stuff! I could use a protein shake right about now,” Abby volunteered eagerly. “Besides, I haven’t sucked it since yesterday morning,” she mock complained.

“Cool, Snowflake...” I snorted as I realized my unintended pun, “you’ll have to help me with my shorts; my arm’s feeling pretty numb still. Like the Doc said, I probably have some nerve damage, but there was no way that I could wait on a specialist to be called in. Maybe in DC,” I trailed off as I grimaced in pain; every muscle I had from my waist up seemed as if it was on fire.

Adrenaline was a super beneficial chemical, but it exacted a heavy price the next day. So did getting slashed, punctured, and slammed around by an eight-foot-tall mythical beast.

“Here, let me, Jake,” Abby cooed as she flexed her body between the front two seats like a cat. I grimaced again as I raised my buttocks up, allowing her to slip my shorts and boxers down my thighs. “Mmm, let Sis suck on big brother’s cock and make you feel better.”

“That’s it! Get some caaawk, Abs!” Heather giggled mischievously, quickly followed by Stacy.

“OWW! Fuck!” Abby yelped as she spat my dick out in pain. “You pinched my ass, you little shit!” she grumped.

“Who? Me? Uh-nuh! I did nothing! BUUUUTT, if I did, it’s ‘cause I owed you one!” Heather stated as she started laughing hysterically with Stacy.

“Get her back later, Abs, I’m in serious pain here, and your elbow is digging into my thigh,” I said with gritted teeth. “My pills will take at least a few minutes to kick in.”

“Ogh! Sawee!” she mumbled from around my cock as she swallowed it down deep again and removed her elbow from my leg.

“God, that feels good,” I hissed as the pleasure shot through me; she certainly knew how to make a guy happy.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, trying to keep the pressure off of my shoulder as my sister took me deeper and deeper until my pubes were pressed up against her lips. Maria must have been giving lessons because she started to massage me with her throat muscles, holding it there for a minute before slowly withdrawing. Abs started moaning as she made love to my man meat; she slobbered all over it, soaking my crotch with her saliva.

“Goadilawwks?” Abby grunted questioningly but didn’t stop what she was doing.

“I can’t believe that you just pulled Abby’s shorts down like that!” Stacy exclaimed.

“Touch her, go on, do it, she’ll love it,” Heather tittered from behind me.

“Are you sure?” Stacy asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, stick your fingers in, Stace, like this. Abs has got a super sexy pussy,” Heather purred, “and tasty too! Here lick my finger. See?”

I heard Stacy whimper a little and wished that I could see what was going on.

“Oh God, she’s so warm ... and wet!” Stacy whispered excitedly. “And she does taste good,” she said shyly, her voice making her sound even younger than she was for a moment.

Abs groaned deeply, and I could tell by the vibrations spreading down my shaft that something had just made my sister feel really good.

“Put another finger in her,” Heather ordered firmly, “She loves having two or three.”

“Oh! You’re touching my boobs!” Stacy gasped.

“Mmm, yeah, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Heather whispered throatily.

“You guys are soooooo mean! You’re making me crazy hot, and I can’t do anything about it right now!” Sheila pouted from the back of the van.

“It’s okay; I’ll take care of you after, Hun,” Kelly replied sweetly. “But you’re right; this is super hot!”

“Yeah, put three! Go deeper and wiggle. Mmm, god, that’s so sexy! I can’t wait until we can all get together later!” Heather moaned. “Fuck her, Stace! Fuck her hard now! Pump my sister’s snatch with your fingers!”

I could tell that Abby was loving what Stacy was doing to her. She started to rock back a bit as her suction upon my rod intensified—her moaning increased loudly. Billy was definitely going to grow up with a decent sex education, I mused. Good thing that I’d used my power on him to not pay attention to us when we fucked or sucked. I could hear him laughing away as he watched one of his cartoofs as he called them.

“Oh fuck, Heath! You’re making me so tingly!” Stacy sighed dreamily.

“I love your nipples. They feel like little diamonds.”

“When you feel my first shot hit your mouth, I want you to cum hard all over Babydolls fingers, Abs,” I commanded breathily.

Tingle.

“Mmmm,” she moaned lustily in response, and the hand that she was using to balance herself upon my knee gripped tighter.

“Such a good sister, taking care of her brother like that. You make Mommy so proud,” Kelly murmured as we came to a stop at another red light.

When I heard our mother’s words, it hit me again at just how weird this really was. I was banging my whole family, and our Mom loved it—not just for herself but also for each of my sisters. Hell, it was still a shock that she was having my baby, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Before I’d found that ring down in New Orleans, I could never have imagined a reality where I’d be getting deepthroated by Abby while our pregnant Mom encouraged her to do it.

I felt my balls start to churn and tighten up, “Fuck, swallow me, Abs! Uhh god, I’m cumming!” I gasped. I grabbed the back of her head and held her down while I pulsed into her throat. My ass muscles clenched, and I arched my back—trying to avoid pressure on my shoulder—as I came super hard. Her muffled moans added an incredible vibration upon my whole groin area as her throat restricted itself repeatedly.

“Oh! Her pussy is clamping down crazy tight on my fingers, and she just squirted juice all over my hand!” Stacy exclaimed, shocked as Heather started giggling uncontrollably.

“She’s cumming, niña Bonita, she liked what you did with your fingers,” Maria told her, sounding slightly amused and partly aroused. “Is that your first time touching another woman?” Maria asked her curiously.

“Uh-Huh! I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never done it before; I was too scared that people would find out and make fun of me,” Stacy replied shyly.

“Well, you don’t hafta be scared anymore, Stace, ‘cause we all like pussy up in here. In fact, this is like the ‘pussy’ van,” Heather giggled. “I can’t wait until later; last night was ruined, but tonight me and Abs are gonna show you what girl lovin’ is all about!”

“Really!” Stacy squeaked. “I can’t wait!”

<Fuck, I got a decent amount of energy back, and goddamn was that shit between Heather and Stacy ever hot!>

Just wait until they lay entwined together upon the bed, making out and moaning while you take turns fucking their tight little assholes! You should line all your women up in order of size and have them bend over naked upon their knees, like a xylophone. Then you could play them by the sounds of their moans and screams!

<Weirdo.>

I bet with sufficient practice that you could have them playing the star-spangled banner by fucking their tight little squeezeboxes!

I snorted in my brain at the ridiculous image he’d created for me.

Abby was resting her head in my lap, panting slightly as she recovered from her orgasm. I stroked her hair and sighed as I felt the drugs and whatever Malchar had been able to do for me start to kick in.

“Mmm, thanks, Abs, I needed that.”

“Welcome, Bro,” she murmured, “I love sucking my big brother’s dick and swallowing his jizz. It makes me so horny,” she said languidly as she shifted her head so that she could nuzzle my balls.

“There’s the gun store just down the block,” Kelly pointed out as we stopped at another light.

“Sweet, I’ll feel so much better when we’re all armed,” I said a bit anxiously. “Then, we just need to figure out what our best option for more roomy transportation is.”

“Oooh! I forgot before, but I did have a couple of suggestions on that, Hunny! There are three things that we could do. We could hire a limousine, or buy one or something. Or we could get one of those tour buses like rock stars use, which would be super cool cause they have beds! The third option, and the one that might be best, is kinda in between. It’s like a mini-bus, seats thirty people, and it was actually very comfortable. When I was getting my teaching degree, we went on a class field trip for one of my electives, and they had rented one,” Sheila explained enthusiastically.

<I knew it’d be a fucking bus! Still, it makes the most sense, I suppose. You can stop laughing anytime, Bud!>

“Yeah, I had the thought about a tour bus too, but those things cost a mint—like around a million or so for a good one. I guess we’d also need a driver for any of those options...”

“Yeah, that’s the downside...”

“Or that’s the upside! If we had a driver, then JJ could be having lots more blowjobs and sex and stuff with us!” Heather piped in.

I knew I liked her for more than just her hot little body, kids smart as a whip too!

<If a slobberjaw with the IQ of a rusty nail made an argument for more time spent ass fucking they’d be a genius to you also.> I laughed.

Jackass! But ... you’ve got me there! Still, think about this, a driver with military skills would be a brilliant move, so would be finding a doctor or someone with medical training. At this point, you might want to consider using your powers to secure a couple of guards too. It really shouldn’t be hard to make them loyal, as long as you start out right.

<Yeah. That just goes to show you how messed up my headspace has been. I thought of that when I fucked with Joey Sr. that first time and took his money, but it’s been off my radar ever since. I’ve been reacting from one fucked up situation to another. Until now, my thoughts haven’t been organized that well, and my planning has been very one-dimensional. This might delay us another day or two, but finding essential staff will be well worth it, I think. Do you agree with that? Can we take a couple of days to strengthen our position, or should it be more of an on-the-fly type of thing?>

If you can limit it to just one more day—tomorrow—then I would hope we’d be okay. But to be honest, every second could see another adversary appear out of thin air, literally. Just pray to the frozen tits of Tykhê that we find the clues that we need super fast when we’re in DC. The delay there is going to be necessary, but it could also be what stops us permanently.

<Tykhê?>

Yeah, the ancient Greek Goddess of luck, and she’s a fickle bitch, cold, mean-spirited, and heartless.

I looked up as our Mom parked the van; we were at our first stop of the day—the Sportsman’s Den.

“Oh, JJ, before we go in, I looked up silver bullets like you asked me to. I found some articles saying that they wouldn’t fire and others saying they would, but it seems like no one makes real silver bullets. You can get fake silver ones, but just for decoration, so I don’t see the point ... Anyway, lots of people say that you can just make ‘em at home if you have the equipment. I wouldn’t bother asking in here for any; they won’t have them,” Heather informed me importantly.

“Thanks, Peanut, you did a good job,” I told her with a grateful smile. She beamed one back at my praise.

I took a look around as I entered the gun store, my entourage crowding close behind me.

“Wow! Pretty redneck,” Sheila observed with a giggle.

“Yup,” I readily agreed.

Kelly nudged me in the ribs and nodded, “When they have a picture of the President that’s bigger than a bathroom mirror, you know it’s a redneck place. I mean, look at it! I wouldn’t have a picture of my own parents that big!” Kelly chuckled.

I glanced up at George Bush Jr; it seemed as if he was smiling down upon us from the massive gilded frame that surrounded him. It hung on the wall behind the main cash register and reminded me of the giant poster of Ronald that I’d seen in some McDonald’s. I didn’t care one way or another. I’d never been very political, just don’t mess with my constitutional rights, and I was more than happy to let politics alone.

Scanning the place as we moved inside, I could see that it looked pretty much like every other stereotypical gun store that I’d seen before back when I used to go shooting with our Dad. Camouflage paint decorated the sidewalls, and the back wall behind the counter was made out of old-fashioned barnboard. Six four-foot-high aisles ran about twenty-feet long; they were full of various rifles that were all lined up on gun racks along with cases, bows, crossbows, and scopes. Hunting paraphernalia filled multiple shelves, and some hung as examples from the rafters near the walls, such as duck decoys, paper targets, and camo netting. They had a pretty large clothing section dedicated to army fatigues and hunting gear as well.

I noticed a couple of large signs declaring to the unscrupulous customer that the place was under video surveillance. There were four mounted cameras—one in each corner—that had a steady red light indicating that they were indeed doing their job.

For a late Thursday morning, the place was pretty active. An older couple was looking over some hunting rifles while a group of four military-type guys was busy checking out various assault rifles at the far counter. A portly middle-aged fellow, sporting a thick brown beard, was loudly extolling the virtues of each while periodically adjusting the Red Sox cap that he was wearing. Another older and much skinnier man who had a pair of the bushiest greyish-black eyebrows that I’d ever seen before, complete with matching droopy mustache, was helping out a couple that seemed to be around my age.

The guy was only medium height but had bulging biceps sticking out of his wife-beater that looked to be a bit bigger than mine. His girlfriend was a petit redhead with wavy hair that reached down to just below her shoulders. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her smoking hot ass that was packed into a black mini skirt. She was leaning on the counter in a way that showed the bottom inch of her asscheeks quite clearly; another half-inch and her pussy mound would be visible too. I hadn’t seen her face yet, so she could be a dog, but I was lovin’ the way that her cheeks were jiggling as she bounced restlessly upon the balls of her feet.

It seemed as if the two guys behind the counter were the only two employees, so I figured we’d be in for a bit of a wait. If it went for more than five minutes, I’d just ‘power’ my way to the front of the line, but at the moment, I was content to simply enjoy the view.

“So are we just getting the guns that we talked about earlier then? Or now that we’re here, are you thinking about browsing? Hmm, do you see anything else that you like, perhaps?” Kelly queried as she threaded her arm through mine. Her eyes flashed over at the tight butt in front of us before giving me a knowing grin.

“Just what we called and asked for, but if you feel like looking around, be my guest. And I see many things that I like,” I replied with a shrug as I grinned right back and gave her a quick kiss.

“Hey, Sparky, did you notice the store right next door?” Abby wondered as she cocked her head cutely at me.

“Uh, yeah, kinda hard to miss the big triple X neon sign out front,” I chuckled. “Lemme guess, you wanna go shopping,” I said with a smirk.

“Yep! Would you mind if Sheila, Maria, and I popped over there and got a few things? We never ended up getting the chance after we’d talked about it in Quebec,” she replied eagerly as her eyes lit up with hope. “Plus, you’d love what we get, Baby, I promise!” she purred sexily.

“As if I’m going to say no,” I smirked, “just make sure that you watch yourselves,” I stressed, locking eyes with her. “Try not to be too long, either. You probably have about a half-hour before we’ll be done in here. Go as crazy as you want though, I look forward to seeing what you deviants get,” I chuckled.

“Ooooh! Maybe I could join them, Jake-e-poo?” Kelly asked while biting her lip and batting her eyes at me sexily. She’d taken to doing that lately because she knew that it drove me crazy—especially when she wanted something.

I laughed and smacked her ass, “Go on, then, you little minx, get enough for everyone.”

Our Mom giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as she exchanged my arm for Sheila’s while blowing me a kiss.

“Can we go too!” Heather piped up excitedly.

“Nope! You and Stacy get to stay here with Angie and me. Besides, I need you two to watch Billy. You’re too young to get in there, and I don’t have the inclination to go over and make them okay with it, so you’ll both just have to be as surprised as I am with what they get,” I told them firmly.

“‘Ake! Canz I has a gunz, peease!” Billy asked as I picked him up after Sheila shooed him over to us.

“Aww,” Heather grumped a little and pouted.

“They’re not toys for little guys like you!” I told him as I tickled him, making him squeal in delight. “You’ve got a ton of toys already, Bud. When we get a chance, I’ll buy you some new Cartoon movies. How’s that?”

“Otay! Tank-yuv!”

I noticed that the tiny redhead had just as sexy a face as her ass when she turned and smiled at Billy’s shrieking laughter. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her baby blue tank top; she had about an inch of side and underboob showing. She put her elbows up on the counter and leaned back; her nipples were poking through quite nicely, and I had a twinge in my cock at the thought of sucking on her decent-sized melons.