Lost and Forgotten Ch. 03

All characters are 18 years of age or older. The first day of the festival has finally arrived. The town of Nightshade is bustling with activity and our hero is eager to experience his first convention.

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First Day of the Festival:

I woke with a naked body next to me. I turned my head, so I wouldn't wake her. I didn't see the telltale blue hair. The mop of dishwater blonde hair belonged to Connie, Simone's daughter. She was on her side facing me with her breasts pressed against my ribs while her hand was firmly wrapped around my morning wood. I heard a soft chuckle and turned my head in the other direction. An equally naked Jynx was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"She knocked." Jynx chuckled. "She just wanted to snuggle. I think she was lonely. I hope you don't mind."

"She's got a healthy grip on my junk." I whispered not wanting to wake her suddenly.

"No need to whisper she sleeps like the dead or so her mom told me. There is one thing Simone mentioned... oh dear... too late."

"UNNNN... is she?"

"And I quote... she has an oral fixation the likes of which even god has never seen." Jynx said as she laughed. "Lay back and enjoy."

Connie's head was firmly planted over my erection. She was licking it like an ice cream cone. I shivered when her attention turned to the head. I grabbed the covers and whimpered. I watched as she opened her mouth and stuffed the tip between her lips. Jynx just sat there and watched giggling to beat the band. Connie's eyes were still shut, and I watched in awe as my entire cock disappeared between her lips. Her head came up and she dreamily called my dick 'yum-yum'. Her hand began to stroke me as her lips and tongue worked the head.

"Girl likes to suck dick," Jynx moaned. "That has to feel amazing."

"It does," I replied through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna blow."

"That ought to wake her up. If not, she is a keeper. Put a collar on her and call her spot."

"Spot... why not Bella or Daisy... so damn close! How is she doing that?" I growled.

"I use my tongue like... oh you weren't being literal." She laughed again. "Just let her have it. Fire it down her throat and see if she sputters or swallows. I am leaning towards swallow. She is a dick sucking demon..."

I clamped a hand over my mouth as I came. Jynx was right the little shit swallowed every drop and kept on sucking after that. She was a little succubus. My second orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I cried out this time and feared I would wake the others in the hotel. Connie finally let go and sat up. She yawned and stretched out her arms. Her eyes slowly opened and saw us looking at her. She blushed instantly and stammered.

"I did it again." She said frowning. "I am so... why are you smiling?"

"Spot." Jynx suggested.

"Cookie." I counteroffered.

"Spot... Cookie... what are you talking about?" Connie asked crossing her arms across her firm young body.

"Your pet name," Jynx explained. "John is going to collar you and keep you as his cock sucking pet."

"JYNX!"

"Me." Connie. "I don't deserve to be His pet." She added as she put a heavy emphasis on the word his.

"You don't get to decide." Jynx fired back. "Spank her, she's been a bad girl."

"Seriously?" I asked as Connie went ass up in my lap. "Whoa... um... fine."

"UNNNN..." Connie grunted as the first swat landed. "Pussy man... you can hit harder than that." SWAT! "OH YEAH! That's the ticket!"

"Her pussy is fucking soaked." I said as I continued to spank her. "You ass is getting red."

"Rub it now. A little gentleness goes a long way." Jynx suggested.

Connie was pushing her ass against my hand as I lightly caressed her cheeks. I took my free hand and cupped her right breast. Jynx watched and directed my actions. I dug my nails into Connie's nipple and she climaxed hard. The unexpected pain sent her over the edge. Connie was a submissive masochist with a serious oral fixation.

"When did you start putting things in your mouth?" I asked, and she laughed.

"I had problems giving up my pacifier when I was a kid. Since then I've chewed gum, sucked on hard candy, and of course had a thing for lollipops and suckers. When I learned about cocks I fell in love. I go crazy for a nice cock and yours is tremendous. You don't have to fuck me unless you want to just let me suck you off and I'm golden."

"Stand up and let me get a good look at you." I directed Connie around like a living action figure. "Bend over... nice ass... great legs... cute titties, and of course that world class mouth of yours."

"I feel so cheap." Connie purred. "I love it. I adore it when a guy treats me like a toy."

"Do you eat pussy?" I asked and Jynx raised an eyebrow. "Show me."

Connie tackled Jynx onto the bed. I sat and watched as the blonde buried her face between the blue haired girl's legs. I thought she was vocal when I went down on her. It was nothing compared to the noises Connie elicited from her. I felt inadequate by the time Jynx climaxed. As she lay there recuperating she said one word, keeper. Connie licked the pussy juice from her lips and grinned like a puppy that had performed a trick. She eyed my erection and struck. I was shoved down as Connie lined up her hips and pushed down. She cursed and moaned as she mounted me. Did I call her submissive? My cock hit deep, and she whimpered. Connie sat in my lap and got used to being stuffed to capacity.

"Your pet is full of cock." Connie said her voice cracking. "Damn! Here I go."

She began moving slowly and cautiously. That wouldn't do at all, I rolled her onto her back and took charge. Jynx was on her side and urged me to break Connie in two. I pushed the blonde's legs so that her knees touched her torso. Another strangled cry escaped her lips as I began moving my hips in a piston like action and pounded her relentlessly. Connie's eyes rolled up in her head as she came. I didn't stop as payback for earlier. Jynx began counting as the younger girl's body shook repeatedly. I had never seen a woman have multiple orgasms before. Connie was the queen of that little quality. I warned her I was close, and she was beyond caring. I fired my load deep and ground against her as her last orgasm crashed into her. I glanced at Jynx and she shrugged.

"I lost count after fifteen. They tended to blend together after a while. I think you shattered her."

"Connie? Are you in there Connie?" I asked, and she blinked. "Okay, she's alive."

"Unnn... how?" Connie asked. "Jynx said she took your dick in her butt. How?" She stammered and continued. "Asshole tiny... John is so damn thick... and long... and MMMMMM hard! No way cock fit in ass."

"She likes anal the way you suck cock." I explained.

"I see. Lucky Jynx. Me sleep now. Night-night."

Connie closed her eyes as I pulled out of her. I tucked her in and laughed. Jynx joined in and I tried to count how many times Connie had come. She was right. They blurred together, and I gave up. I needed a nap. The three of us cuddled under the covers. I closed my eyes and smiled. Jynx took up her position on one side and Connie the other.

'Stay in the light.'

The words from a dead man haunted me. The killings happened during the dark of the moon. Was there an animal or madman back then that stalked the town during its most vulnerable time?

"The oldest and strongest of emotions is fear. The oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown."

My phone chirped, and I picked it up from the dresser. There was a message from mom just five words, all done... on my way. I felt the last of the tension leave me. I was going to have to fuck the living hell out of her when she got here. I owed her that much at least. Jeez, did everything come down to sex now? I texted her back.

'I am going to break you when you get here.' I typed and pressed send.

I imagined mom speeding her way here. She better not get a ticket just for sex. It was useless to worry about it. I let the girls sleep while I dressed and took a walk outside to clear my head. I was heading out when I spotted the unknown stone I had purchased earlier today. Ooh, I could cross the spooky rope bridge to see the so-called cemetery. The thought of exploring a pre-European site was exciting. I bee lined it to the bridge and was so caught up I almost missed the man shadowing me. I turned a corner quickly and stopped. It was almost three in the morning and only the two of us on the street. I used the 'soft step' technique I learned from Titania and silently slipped away. I heard him curse when he came around that corner and found me gone. I circled around him and discovered the man following me was the same guy that raced out of the diner. I took out my phone and snuck up on him and took a photo of him. I couldn't go to the police, but I could see if I could ask around discreetly and find out who he was.

I headed for the bridge and saw why everyone found it so intimidating. The rope bridge swayed with the slightest breeze but looked structurally sound. I grabbed the ropes on either side that acted as guide rails. The crossing was swift but not without a few fearful shifts from the bridge. What a rush! I set foot on the pillar of rock that held the cemetery. It was colder here. Though it was evening there was a deep biting chill in the air the night alone couldn't explain. I could see the outline of the closest monolith. It rose from the ground at a fifty-degree angle and defied logic as the portion buried was much narrower that the butt end hanging in the air. It should have come crashing down by its own weight centuries ago. The waning moon hung like a needle thin sickle in the air. There was a sinister atmosphere here.

"Creepy." I whispered as I progressed deeper into the cemetery.

There were smaller stones that had those markings I had seen on the rock I had purchased. One was a small obelisk shaped marker at the head of what was obviously a grave. It was one of dozens scattered over the surface of this pillar. There was no rhyme or reason unlike a traditional graveyard. I examined another of those massive multi-ton monoliths. This one was as ridiculous as the first I had seen. It was an inverted pyramid with the point buried in the earth and the bulk protruding skyward. I took out my phone and took photos of the monoliths from various angles. There must have been an optical illusion involved. I was so caught up that I didn't notice him until he moved. I heard a single footfall displacing loose rocks to my left.

"Crazy isn't it." A raspy voice declared. "Everyone just calls me Digger."

"John. What brings you here Digger?" I asked facing the tall thin man. He had very little meat on his bones. He stood stoop shouldered and wore a threadbare long coat that was antiquated and long ago out of fashion.

"I saw someone on the bridge. I guess that was you." He said before coughing and spitting. "Sorry. I am still kicking a chest cold. This place is old. I call it the bones of the earth. Those big ones that are jutting out are ribs of some great skeleton buried here."

"How do they do it? I mean they should have crashed to the ground a long time ago." I said, and Digger scratched his chin.

"I remember a man visited here years back. He took all sorts of measurements and used big words. He figured it out in the end or, so he believed. He used a big word. I have it here somewhere." He said and searched his pockets until he came up with a yellowed piece of paper that nearly fell apart when he unfolded it. "Non... You... Clid... EE... UN. It is some kind of fancy new geometry. He kept saying it over and over again until they took him away. They locked up the poor bastard in Arkham of course. He just snapped in the head."

"Non-Euclidean Geometry, well now that is interesting. It makes sense now. Crazy, but it fits the evidence." I said, and Digger stared at me bewildered. "Let me give you an example of it, okay." I said, and he nodded. I knelt and used my finger to draw two lines in the dirt. "See these lines. They are parallel which means that go the same direction and keep the same distance the entire time. Got it? Okay. Now just imagine that the lines touch but still keep the same distance at the same time."

"That doesn't make any sense," Digger growled. "Oh, I see. That's what drove the poor guy crazy. These rocks don't make sense. They should fall down but they don't."

"Exactly." I said and stood up. "I guess you aren't afraid of this place."

"It scares the shit out of me. You won't catch me over here during the black moon, that's what my mom calls it, for any amount of money." Digger said his voice unsteady.

"Stay in the light." I muttered.

"Wise words." He said looking around. "The black moon is coming. Don't come back here then or they won't find your body like the others. I must go. It is getting colder and that is always a bad sign."

"One sec Digger." I said taking out my phone. "Do you know this guy?" I asked showing him the photo of the man that had followed me earlier.

"Jimmy! Everyone knows Jimmy. He works for the Old Man. Don't cross him John or something bad will happen to you. The cops won't lift a finger. The Old Man owns this town. No one will admit it, but it is true."

"I believe you Digger. Thanks for everything. Let's get going."

We crossed the bridge and Jimmy was waiting. He didn't have the nerve to follow me to the cemetery. I greeted him with his name and walked back to the hotel. I returned to my room and snuggled next to Jynx. Connie had awoken and left sometime after I had went out.

I closed my eyes and drifted into the realm of dreams and nightmares. I was standing in the cemetery. Unlike the real one the dream version stretched to the horizon in all directions. The bones of the earth as Digger had called them dotted the lurid landscape. I thought I was in the presence of something akin to an elephant's graveyard. If they were bones what kind of monstrous beings did they belong to? As if on cue the ground rumbled and I lost my balance. The earth split open around the monoliths and the things beneath rose up in all their terrible horror. My mind had conjured up shapeless horrors that shifted and changed as they reared up to their full terrible height. It was difficult to see them against the dark moonless sky. I was grateful for that. The monstrosities surrounded me and moved closer with each booming step. There was a gut-wrenching stench that accompanied the things. The smell of death and corruption was overwhelming.

I awoke feeling physically sick. I raced to the bathroom and with the memory of the stink in my nose emptied my stomach contents into the toilet. I splashed water on my face and stood there shaking. Jynx was awake and standing behind me. The look of concern on her face was reassuring. I told her it was just a bad dream.

"That must have been one hell of a nightmare." She said her voice soft and comforting. "I got you." She added as her arms slipped around my waist.

"I never should have gone there." I growled.

"You left while I was asleep." Jynx said and I nodded. "Where?"

"The cemetery, that damned cemetery." I told her as I walked over and unlocked my phone before handing it to her. "Take a look."

"That's the selfie I took of me sucking your dick. Ooh, I love this one. I love it when your cock is buried in my backdoor. Oh, there it is." Jynx said her voice dropping and obviously disturbed by what she had seen. "How the hell are they even standing like that?" She handed me the phone back. "No doubt the rock you got came from there. The smaller stones are different than the larger ones. Did you notice that?"

"No. I was too weirded out to notice, good eye." I praised her cool clear observations. "Now that I remember the monoliths were carved from native granite. The smaller icons and markers must have been brought here by the builders of those monoliths."

"Brought here brought from where?" Jynx asked and I felt a chill.

"Sun is coming up. Let's shower and get some breakfast." I suggested.

The sun was up, and the weather looked great for the first day of the festival. Jynx and I worked up one hell of an appetite in and out of the shower. We dressed and headed down to the dining room. More of the tables were full this morning than yesterday. We filled our plates and sat with Dworkin and a few of his friends. There was an energetic buzz from the fans of Missouri Smith as they ate and talked about their past experiences at festivals here and elsewhere. I was surprised to learn there were other conventions held not just here but all over the world. Smith was a hero and inspiration that had endured his death to the present day. We were just finishing breakfast when Jynx's eyes lit up and she pointed behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw my mom walking towards us. She looked exhausted and unkempt. Mom sat down and leaned against me.

"Tired." She gasped. "It is all safely stowed away in that climate-controlled storage area. I used the bank account number you gave me. Here's the lighter you wanted me to keep aside. Oh, and here is the key to the storage unit."

"You are my hero." I told her. "Who helped you?"

"No one." She said. "I didn't want anyone knowing where I was going or what I was doing. I am starved."

"Here." Jynx said as she set down a plate of food she had gathered from the buffet. "Eat up."

I watched her eat and felt a swelling of pride. She had lugged a ton of shit down three flights of stairs all on her own for me. I took the lighter and examined it. I had done a decent job of drawing the designs on the lighter from memory. I promised her we would take her out to the festival and show her a good time. She finished her meal and as we passed the front desk Simone informed us our things had been moved from our old room to the Missouri Smith room. I introduced mom to Simone and exchanged keys. I made sure mom got to the room and tucked her in. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

The town had come alive. There were vendors everywhere. The streets of Nightshade were full of people and so many men and women wearing the trademark fedora hat. A few were decked out in long coats while a few sported replica Tommy Guns.

"What did Meghan put in a storage facility for you?" Jynx asked taking my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"The contents of the hidden room as well as some oil paintings I had discovered. I already had a small unit but there were tons of loose stuff that needed a home, including the Thompson." I explained.

"I thought you were bragging." Jynx sputtered as she sipped her lemonade. "You really have it."

"Uh huh. I broke it down and cleaned it before I left. It needed a good cleaning, but it'll be fine for a while." I said as we merged with the crowd.

"Missouri Smith sweet rolls!" One vendor hawked.

"Get your Missouri Smith field guides." Another shouted. "Genuine leather covers..."

Jynx and I worked the circuit of vendors before revisiting the shops we had yesterday. Doctor Warlock was dressed to the nines in a groovy lime green suit, matching emerald green sunglasses with sparkles on the frames, and verdant smoking slippers. I couldn't hide the smile when I laid eyes on him. I greeted him and when his glasses slipped down his nose I could see by his eyes that he was high as a kite. Jynx hugged him and made his day with that simple action.

"Dude how goes it?" I asked, and he pointed out several sales he had made already. "Excellent!"

"I love this festival." He replied. "All these happy people wandering in and out of my shop."

"I finished that book of poems." Jynx said as she perused his stock. "It seems that John was the one to get my nightmare. I slept like a baby."

"Nightmare huh," Warlock mused eyeing me critically. "How bad?"

"I threw up in the toilet." I told him. "I went to the cemetery and met Digger."