My words finally found their way to my mouth, but the voice that came out was a screech of shock and anger at her statement. “Excuse me? I'm not sure who the hell you are or your father for that matter, but you need to leave. I'm expecting someone and don't need the likes of you stinking up the place!” Just to be clear, I've never been one for confrontation. Nor, did I ever intone any form of disrespect, so my change of character became a concern to me.
However, I found being around her made me want to punish all the injustices that I had faced from my childhood up to the present. She really did piss me off with her good looks and haughty attitude. I had every right and from the sudden grin she gave me, I guess she agreed.
She laughed huskily, coming over and patting me on the back with a strength that almost knocked the breath from me. Nervously, I smiled in return, still hoping she'd leave, so I could prepare for the person Ares would be sending me.
“I guess I can understand why now. Well, then, I am Nemesis, daughter of Ares. I’m here to help give you a new outlook on life.”
“His daughter? You're the same age as he is! Wait, is he like one of those rich guys who adopt their girlfriends, so they don't have to give up their money? Yeah, that's it.”
Nemesis laughed again, shaking her head, but the flash in her eyes told me she had a secret and she wasn't telling.
Did I ever mention how much I hate surprises?
Instead of answering my question, she led me back up to my room and shoved me down onto the bed while she rummaged through my closet. In no time, clothing was tossed to the floor, ripped and shucked into the trash bin. By the time she was done, there was nothing but a pair of black boots Calvin had bought me that I never wore. My excuse was that I had nothing to wear them with, the truth was that I blushed each time I saw them.
“You dress like a bag lady! Why?” Her rough speech was accented, just like Ares.
The more I watched her mannerisms, the more I pissed I became.
She suddenly disappeared, returning just as quickly with a large chest and smaller bags sitting on top, along with a big round mirror. Somehow, this woman being fashionable didn't correlate with me, but as she grabbed and dumped me into the vanity chair, I watched her magic work before my very eyes.
Nemesis picked out make up shades that fit with my skin and hair tones, a couple of rings and studded necklaces, then shooed me off for a shower. I hadn't realized how badly I needed one until I was under the hot stream and sighed in content. Not five minutes had passed when the curtain was pulled away, causing me to shriek and cover myself as best as I could. Red eyes stared at me as though I was a morsel, awaiting consumption and as much as it unnerved me, an odd tingling started at the juncture of my thighs.
When the smile tugged the corner of her full lips, I tried to make my own features stoic and uninterested. “Do you mind?” Turning the dial, I stopped the water and frowned at the leather clad biker chick.
“What? Ain't never had a woman watch you wash?”
“Sure, I have my sister, but that was when I was, oh I don't know—Five!”
“Shame. You've certainly missed out.” Her eyes darted where my loofah covered my crotch and before I could react, she ripped it from my hands and tangled her fingers through my short, soapy curls. My limbs grew weak and shaky as her fingers hovered just above my pulsing clit. The look she gave me said she knew all too well what I wanted.
This made me worry, because I had never been attracted to women, not sexually at least, but somehow I had turned into a sex addict. I could see it now,
'Hi, I'm Vanessa and I'm a nymphomaniac.'
That was who I’d become in the span of a little over a week and as I locked my eyes onto Nemesis? I knew I was enjoying every minute of it. I even whimpered in disappointment when she removed her questing digits away.
“We'll have to get rid of all of that. Let me get my wax kit. Be right back!”
Wait
, was the thought running through my mind. Did she say wax kit? For down
there
?
To my horror, she meant exactly that, coming back into the steamy room with a large white jar, white strips of paper and several of those popsicle sticks you see at your doctor's office. I tried to retreat, but realized too late that she was blocking the only exit and I didn't have the supernatural ability to blend into the blue tiles of my shower.
Nemesis, strolled toward me, a sly smile playing on her lips and my last resort was to grab a weapon, which was the detachable shower head. Armed, I held it up, my threat clear and true.
She paused, eyes wide with surprise. “You wouldn't dare!”
“Try me. You get that crap out of here.”
“Oh don't be like that, Vanessa. I swear it won't hurt a bit. I'm the best in the biz.”
If I believed that, I’d be a nun! Still holding the water hose, I took my other hand and moved it to the dial, ready to blast her if she even thought she was ripping my pubic hair out.
Nemesis let out a long, frustrated sigh.
I smiled, feeling a sense of victory.
Sadly, it was a short-lived win. Inhumanly fast, she disarmed me and rolled me over her shoulder. The world spun as I screamed and landed solidly on my back. I cursed a mean streak, but she suddenly became hard of hearing, pinning me by planting her firm behind on my rib cage. Looking to the side, I could see her profile and gave her another list of foul words I knew.
“Now, don't squirm. The more you fight, the worse it'll be.”
“I thought you said it wouldn't hurt!”
She spread the cold gel in a triangle on the outer edge of what I believe is called the bikini area. I could feel her layering a strip of paper over me and I tensed, my knuckles white, nails digging into the soft bath rug.
“Are you ready?”
Nodding my head, I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain she said I wouldn't feel hit me like a bowling ball and the sound of hair being torn from my follicles were drowned out by my screams of agony. My breath came out in sharp pants and it took all I had to keep from smacking her. No, I waited until the second piece of tape was removed to pop her on the back, hoping she'd get angry enough to stop. I did feel her body tense from my assault, but she didn't respond in anger.
Nemesis, the sadistic daughter of my lover, merely chuckled and pulled the third one, in a slow, agonizing stroke.
Choking on sobs, I tried in vain to push her off, but there was no budging the slender woman. My hopes of her being done were disintegrated when more goo was spread over the rest of my hair, labia and anal crease included. With barely an audible whisper, I spoke up, praying for mercy. “Please stop—Oh, why?”
“Now Vanessa, you want vengeance on those that hurt you, correct?”
“Yes, but---”
“Then in order to enact vengeance, one must experience pain.” She spoke as though she had very intimate knowledge of revenge and what its affects were.
Strangely, with every shearing of my hair and each outcry from my torture, the urgent need to get back at those that I felt deserved the same physical suffering, increased twofold. I wanted them to feel the pain of what I was enduring at the hands of a now laughing, sadistic woman on the floor of my bathroom.
Through it all, I fought passing out several times, especially when she skinned—okay, maybe that's an exaggeration—my anus and perineum.
Once we were finished, I was dressed in a black leather dress that squeezed me in all the right places. A purple bustier was wrapped around my waist, pushing my breasts up until they rounded like two large pearls. I wore no panties, as Nemesis explained Ares preferred his women ready and willing at all times, and she kept my hair down. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. I looked scandalous, saucy and positively sinful—I liked it.
“This will be so much fun! Sadly, I won't get to watch how it all plays out.”
“Oh? Where will you be?”
“I'm needed in the Middle East at the moment.”
“Are you in the military?”
“Something like that. Anyway, here's where pops wants to meet.” She handed me a slip of paper. “Know the place?”
I did. It was the cafe, where Willa would be. Boy, wouldn't she smart seeing me with such a hunk of man on my arm! Heck, my new look would create quite the stirring for those that frequent the place as much as I did. Maybe I'd even see Calvin. I turned and smiled gratefully at Nemesis, knowing that I wouldn't have gotten to this point of looking so hot and sexy without her. “Thank you, so very much.”
“Heh, don't thank me. Just hope you get what you want from this. Got to go.” With that cryptic statement, she packed her belongings, headed down the stairs and left me alone. I carefully, followed, still trying to maneuver in my fuck-me-boots and ended up missing her, she was already gone. I looked at the note, written in masculine scribble and read it, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at how the night would go. I read it again, licking my lips, the gloss Nemesis had applied tasting of cherries and I sighed.
Dear sklávos,
I hope my daughter was kind.
I can't wait to see you tonight.
Meet me at Cafe Sticky Licks. 7:30.
Love and Licks,
Ares
Glancing over at my grandfather's clock, it read six-fifteen and with traffic on a Saturday evening, I’d be late if I didn't leave now. Rushing, I grabbed my clutch, transferring items from the larger purse to the smaller one. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time and rushed out the door to my car. While I drove in a hurried crazed state, I knew I’d broken several laws.
I hoped that not only would my sister and friend be there, but Heph too. I wanted them all to shit themselves when they saw me. I wanted their pain so much that as I got closer to my destination the urge for blood lust, vengeance and sexual frustration filled my blood to bursting. Phil Collins
In The Air Tonight
, played on the car radio and it seemed to set the scene for what was to come—it was going to be messy.
Chapter X
Hephaestus
I slept horribly the night after Willa left. My dreams were filled with visions of Vanessa, writhing on her bed, mouth agape with sounds of pleasure coming forth. Yet, it wasn't me bringing her such ecstasy, but my brother, Ares. It was torture and so real, when I woke in the middle of the night, I swore I heard the same sounds coming directly from her home. They stopped suddenly, when I finally got the courage to look out my curtains. Her lights were off and there was no sign of his motorcycle. It was as I assumed, just the lingering echoes of a nightmare.
Now at work, I was dazed and grumpy while people walked around the statue of the god who plagued my nightly thoughts. Wiping extra sleep from my eyes, I barely noticed the shadow descending over me until the voice accompanying it spoke, whispering so low I had to strain to hear.
“Meet me by the Nemean lion statue on the steps. Five minutes.”
“What?”
But by the time I turned, she was gone. Shaking my head, I went back to polishing up the boot of Ares' statue, which only took me two minutes. I blocked my work area off and went out to find Willa standing at the giant replica of my father's lion.
Though it was a warm day, she stood wearing a wide-rimmed hat, a large man's trench coat and fat, black aviator glasses. She looked ridiculous.
Scratching my scalp, I wandered over to where she stood, looking around as though she were being spied on, which she wasn't and lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
With a yelp, the sound loud enough that several passerbys stared at us, she turned and gave me a grimace.
Hard as it was, I managed to suppress my smirk. “You told me to meet you and here I am. Why are you dressed that way?”
“I said to meet me in five minutes, not three! And I'm incognito. That's how you dress.”
I nodded my head, pretending I understood her and the odd behavior that made her who she was. She and Vanessa were so different, both beautiful in their own way and yet, Willa did not have the same effect on me as her full bodied sister.
The memory of soft skin, voluptuous curves and sinful moans accosting me until I felt myself getting hard again, at the very thought. It would not due to have a chubby while speaking to the bizarrely dressed Willa and while wearing pants that fitted me a little too snugly. What can I say? It's laundry day. Adjusting my stance, I shifted until I found a more comfortable position for my cock and to hide my lusty evidence. “So what's going on, Willa?”
“It's getting late you should be done with work soon. I know for a fact that Vanessa will be at the cafe tonight. She called Calvin and said she was coming. This is your chance!”
Subconsciously, my hand cupped the pocket of my jeans, the warm heat radiating from the bottle of ambrosia and I felt that tingle of hope. An excitement I rarely showed beamed on my face and together, Willa and I smiled at the coming evening.
She left, but not before lowering her hat and hiking up the coat collar, causing me to chuckle and think how interesting it would be to have her in my family tree.
Turning, I began making my way into the museum, but stopped when a figure caught my eye. I glanced, but it was gone, though the smell was not. Himeros had been near, but disappeared the same moment she had which was odd for the God of Desire. Shaking my head, I decided it was not important, as I had much more pressing matters to be concerned about and the rest of my work breezed by with ease.
I didn'teven mind finishing up my brother's armor clad statue, cleaning up my gear and staring up at the frowning, yet proud face. “I guess I should thank you, brother. Your odd way of pushing me to see what I was doing wrong, will now make my life right.”
There was no response. An occurrence that would have been creepy with people roaming around and such. With no time to waste, I clocked out, cleaned up in the restroom, then loaded my truck and made my way to my destiny. Because of the museum’s close proximity to all the buildings in the city, I made it to the cafe in less than ten minutes. It was filled with more people than even Dion's pub, and I could feel my heart pounding, while sweat made my palms very clammy.
I wanted to back out at that moment, but saw Willa, no longer in her crazy costume, waving my way.