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It's finally done!  The next part of my Witch Chronicles series. 
It's the largest part to date, almost twice as large as Part 9, the 
previous record holder.

It's also closing in on the end.  There'll be two more parts.  Part 
12 will cover the end of the war.  Part 13 will be an aftermath, 
answering questions that weren't covered in previous installments 
with information the government doesn't have access to.

The previous installments of this story line are republished under 
the heading "Witch Chronicles".

WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale
WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth
WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn
WITCH CHRONICLES 004 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 1
WITCH CHRONICLES 005 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 2
WITCH CHRONICLES 006 - I Was a Teenage Sorceress Pt 3
WITCH CHRONICLES 007 - Dark Beginnings
WITCH CHRONICLES 008 - Prelude to War
WITCH CHRONICLES 009 - The Year Before
WITCH CHRONICLES 010 - The War-Opening Gambit

If you missed any or all of the previous installments, all are 
available on Fictionmania (http://www.fictionmania.com/), or you can 
contact me and I'll email you copies.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Government file 00011:
    Document classification: Events leading up to the Restoration

See also:
    Diaries of characters of the Restoration:
       Government file 00001: A TG Witch's Tale
       Government file 00002: Elizabeth's Story - Elizabeth
       Government file 00003: Elizabeth's Story - Lynn

    Events leading up to the Restoration:
       Government file 00004: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 01
       Government file 00005: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 02
       Government file 00006: I Was A Teenage Sorceress Sec 03
       Government file 00007: Dark Beginnings
       Government file 00008: Prelude to War
       Government file 00009: The Year Before

    The Restoration War:
       Government file 00010: The War-Opening Gambit
       Government file 00011: The War-Middle Game

Note:  The events contained in these files are either personal
        diaries or the transcription of recordings made of personal
        awareness of events leading up to the Restoration.  As
        such, at times they tend to ramble and also contain a
        suitable content of material that is not suitable for
        perusal of minors.  In an effort to keep events as accurate
        as possible, no attempt to edit these files for content has
        been made, and any use of these files in any place where
        children might have access to them (history books,
        libraries, etc.) should be strictly regulated.

GOVERNMENT FILE 00011:
Subtitled: The War-Middle Game

[Daphne Newell]

T plus 31 days.

That's how long it's been since the start of the war.

I sit here in a hotel room contemplating the last month.

I want to go home.

I want to run out and destroy the Dark Alliance.

Most of all, I just want this to be over.

Anyways, I should get down to writing down what's gone on since the 
Dark Alliance drove me from my home.

My home.  Part of me thought always thought that wouldn't be true 
forever.  When I was in high school, I thought I'd move out when I 
went to college like most all teenagers.  Then Lizard Transformed and 
I had to become Daphne.  I didn't move out after I graduated because 
I was too afraid of being a single woman, particularly one who had 
been a woman for less than a year.  Then I changed back to David.  I 
suppose I could've moved out then, but I didn't.  Looking back, I 
think it was because I wanted to go back to being Daphne but was too 
afraid to ask.  Then I had my confrontation with aunt Sarah about my 
attitude and resolved my guilt over my parents death.  I spent a 
little while trying to be David, but eventually decided to be Daphne. 
After that, I managed to come up with one excuse after another as to 
why I couldn't move out.  First, I said it was because of college. 
Then there was the birth of Trina.  Then law school.  Then I don't 
know what else, but, at some point, my residence at Aunt Sarah's 
house became a permanent thing, even if I thought otherwise.

Now I've been driven from my home.  When I get back, and I swear I'm 
going to get back, I may spend the rest of my life at home, maybe not 
even going out to shop.

Man, am I rambling or what?

Back to the issue at hand, a history of the last month.  After I left 
home, I spent about a week totally incommunicado.  While I was out of 
touch, the Dark Alliance made their demands on the world.  Not 
unsurprisingly, they wanted the total surrender of all governments 
and their combined military forces.  In order to prove their might, 
they performed a wide scale transformation on the ambassadors in the 
U.N. and then teleported them back to their home countries.  The 
transformation?  A pair of breasts.  Each man now has a sizable pair 
of hooters, and the few women ambassadors now have four breasts each. 
I wonder if all the Dark Alliance's techniques are so sexual in 
nature, but having gone through the sequence of having been a normal 
man one second, then having a pair of breasts the next, the 
psychological effects are staggering.

For the next few days after that the world was in a state of chaos. 
A few nations gave in quickly and easily.  Mostly third world 
countries with dictators for leaders and almost no militaries to 
speak of.  I suppose the dictators thought they could get in the good 
graces of the up and coming New World Order.  I wonder what happened 
to them.  Were they given magic items, given real power to control? 
Or were they turned into puppet leaders, bowing and scraping to their 
new bosses?  Maybe they were just eliminated?  I hope the last, but I 
can't really expect that.  Most likely, those that just gave in were 
given power as a reward.  Others who are forced into submission may 
be kept on as puppet leaders, depending on how much they fought back.

It was in the aftermath of those demands that Egypt and the U.S.A. 
revealed what they knew about the war, and about us, the Witches and 
the Sorceresses, our Alliance of the Light.  Things got kind of bad 
for a few days after that.  The story of who we were and what side we 
were on got distorted, so, for a few days, anybody with any kind of 
physical deformity got beaten.  Dozens were killed.  Hundreds more 
were hospitalized.  And only two of the victims were actual Witches.

Thankfully, neither was harmed too bad, but things could've got real 
bad after that.  After I heard about the attacks and the 
vice-president (who was in California when the Dark Alliance took 
D.C.) went on T.V. to urge caution and peace, I almost destroyed the 
set.  Instead, I angrily clicked it off, muttering, "Stupid humans 
deserve to lose their planet to the darkies."

 From behind, sweet Jasa asked, "Do you mean that?"  Jasa held 
Lawrence.  Andrea was feeding Lydia.  Her attention was fixed on the 
baby, but I knew that that wasn't why she wouldn't look at me.  My 
words had hurt her, and she wouldn't look me in the eye.

I felt so ashamed.  Here I was with my human wife, my human baby, and 
my Witch wife, who was a Witch only because of a wish she didn't even 
know she was making, and baby making nasty comments about the rest of 
the human race.  I broke down in tears and apologized, begging 
forgiveness.  We had a big, group hug, but I realized I couldn't be 
alone in my anger, and most Witches didn't have non-powered human 
relatives close by to remind them of their own humanity.  I could 
just hope that most Witches would be tempered by our alliance with 
the White Sisterhood and the Collegiate Brotherhood.

After the riots calmed down, the leaders of the world got together on 
a mass conference call to discuss "World War III" as they were 
calling it.  According to the news, about twenty percent of the 
world's leaders wanted to try to negotiate, but the rest voted to 
tell the Dark Alliance to go to hell.  As soon as they did there were 
multiple explosions in every leader's office around the world, 
whether they voted for war or not.

[Transcriber's note: Daphne's own record continues, but in an effort 
to retain the significance of the events as they happened, other 
records are spliced in.]

************

[Elizabeth Norman Thompson]

Things have been awful tense over the last few days.  Thank god for 
the year we worked together with the human mages before the war 
started.  If we hadn't known about the White Sisterhood or the 
Collegiate Brotherhood until after the Dark Alliance attacked, the 
anti-Witch riots would've surely driven a wedge between us.

After the resentment died down, Sam brought together all three 
councils.  We met in the yard, so that all the members could attend 
without worrying about transforming.  After the meeting was called to 
order, Sam stretched tall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is time 
to get involved with the normal human governments and form an 
alliance."

There was a surprising bit of furor over that one.  More 
surprisingly, most of the resistance came from the 
sorcerers/sorceresses.  Lin Su said, "I must object.  We have been 
fighting the forces of darkness for far longer than you.  The norms 
will not be able to provide a sufficient source of help in this war."

"Lin Su, why have you been fighting the Dark Alliance?"

"That's a stupid question."

"Humor me and answer."

"Because we want to make the world a better place.  The Dark Alliance 
will dominate, exploit, and abuse the general populace."

"You seek to protect them?"

"Of course."

"Then I hate to inform you, but you have already failed."  There was 
a bit of a row when he said that, but he held up his front claw to 
ask to be allowed to continue.  After things settled, he continued, 
"I am not attacking or blaming.  Both our groups made assumptions 
about what the darkies would do in this war.  And both our groups 
were wrong.  The Dark Alliance bypassed us and went after the norm 
governments.  You wish to keep the norms out of this in order to 
protect them.  A noble sentiment, to be sure, but irrelevant.  The 
norms ARE involved, as much as you might wish otherwise.  It is their 
governments that will fall, it is their lives that will be doomed, if 
we fail."

"But what can they do against these magical foes?"

"Maybe nothing, but whatever they do, they deserve to at least be 
kept informed as to their fate."

"I guess you're right."

"Good, because I've already got General Wilfred working to contact 
Vice-president George Bartell to arrange a meeting."

James Cameron said, "You had no right!"

"I had every right!  You appointed me Supreme Commander of our three 
forces.  Who I choose to form an alliance with is my prerogative.  As 
the general said and you all agreed, this war cannot be waged in 
committee.  I did not make this decision haphazardly or without 
concern for its consequences.  If you don't like it, remove me. 
Otherwise, let me do my job."  There was a bit of grumbling, but no 
one made any motions to remove Sam as our leader.

A clearing of someone's voice brought our attention towards the 
house.  General Wilfred was standing at the top of the steps just 
outside the entrance to the house.  After he was sure he had 
everybody's attention, he said, "Commander Kravitz, I am here to 
inform you that Vice-president Bartell wishes to speak with you as 
soon as possible.  Immediately, if possible."

"Why so soon?"

"The world leaders are getting together later this afternoon to 
discuss the demands of the Dark Alliance.  The Vice-president wants 
to consult with you before that discussion takes place."

Sam thought about it and said, "Alright, but we make this an official 
meeting.  Myself and one member from each Council."

General Wilfred nodded.  "I'll inform Vice-president Bartell of your 
decision."  When he went inside, I wondered if General Wilfred was 
going to stay as he (she?) was, transformed into a luscious she-male 
as an object lesson by the Dark Alliance in the first days of the war.

After a few minutes, he returned and said, "The Vice-president is 
amenable to a group meeting, but, as the current leader of the free 
world, expects to meet with no less than the leaders of each group."

Sam considered it.  "Considering his position, I don't see how we can 
refuse, but whether or not each leader goes or sends a subordinate is 
their own choice.  I, as head of the Witches' Council, will go."

"Pardon, but you will need to elect another representative for the 
Witches' Council.  Commander, you are the representative for the 
combined forces here, Witches, sorcerers, and sorceresses.  You 
should send another to represent just the Witches."

"If you feel it is best.  I'll leave that to the other Witches on the 
Council to elect their new leader.  The Councils should separate and 
decide, on their own, whether or not to send each leader."

The group broke up into our separate components, Witches, White 
Sisterhood, and Collegiate Brotherhood.  Almost as soon as we got 
together, I said, "I move that we make my Aunt Sarah our new leader."

Before anyone could say a thing, Aunt Sarah said, "Hold it.  Much as 
I appreciate the sentiment, we must consider the effect our choice 
will have on the norms.  We need to send someone obviously Witch with 
an obvious Transformation.  Now Sam couldn't be a more blatant 
example of an extreme Transformation.  But if we send someone just as 
blatant, we will only be seen to be all the more inhuman."

"That's why we send you.  It's almost impossible to tell you're a 
Witch, even without spells to hide your Transformation.  You're as 
normal as they come."

"Too normal.  Short of dropping my panties, there's no way to prove I 
am a Witch, and even exposing myself may not work since modern 
medical science could transform a male into a body similar to my own. 
We need a Witch different enough to be clearly visible as a Witch, 
but normal enough so that she isn't threatening to the norms."

"So who'd you have in mind?"  Aunt Sarah just looked straight at me 
with raised eyebrows.  I finally got it.  "ME!?"

Jaalmar, an African Warlock with a bat's head in place of his own, 
said, "I agree.  Elizabeth, you are the most 'normal' member of our 
Council."

"But...  But I'm so much younger than all of you!"

"Your youth is irrelevant, Elizabeth.  If anything, it only adds to 
your prestige.  You are a Council member because of your 
accomplishments.  You have mastered more realms of magic than any 
other Witch on the planet.  You are the best choice for this, 
Elizabeth.  You are so, because you have earned it.  Unless there are 
any objections from any other Council member?"  I hoped against hope, 
but there were none.

I considered it.  To be honest, I was more than a bit scared.  Even 
when I had been elected to the Council, I always considered myself 
just an average Witch, almost playing at the game of being a 
magic-user.  But here I was, the entire Council deferring to me, 
telling me they wanted me to represent them, telling me they believed 
in me.  What if I failed?  What if I couldn't do it?

But I looked around and saw the faith on the faces of my fellow 
Witches and decided I had to try.  I needed to have faith in myself. 
So I nodded and said, "Alright, I'll do it."

Aunt Sarah hugged me.  "Good for you.  You'll do great."

We returned to the main meeting.  Both Lin Su and James Cameron, the 
heads of the White Sisterhood and the Collegiate Brotherhood, 
respectively, were going to go.  No big surprise there.  Both were 
the hands on type and wouldn't ask, much less expect, anyone else to 
take their place at the upcoming meeting.

When the General said we needed to leave immediately, I protested a 
bit.  I wanted to take the time to spend some time with Lynn and say 
good-bye, but he informed us that the mass conference meeting between 
the world's leaders would be starting soon, and we had to get going. 
Then Sam said that the easiest way to do this travel would be to ride 
his back and he'd teleport us all.  Since he'd be handling the load 
of the teleport, we'd have fifteen minutes to get ready while he 
rested for the trip.

I didn't need to be told twice.  I bolted for the door and ran 
straight for my room.  Inside I found Lynn standing by the crib, 
playing with little Jimmy.  She saw how frantic I was and asked, 
"What's going on?"

"I've been elected chief representative and leader of the Witches' 
Council while Sam acts as Commander-in-Chief of our combined forces, 
and the Veep has asked us to come and consult with him on the war."

"You going to be okay?  You need me to come along and help?"

Part of me wanted her to be there for me, just in case.  But I heard 
the fear in her voice.  Ever since she awakened the Sphinx in Egypt, 
became that rather cold, uncaring person, and recovered with the help 
of our kids, she was paranoiacally afraid of being without at least 
one of them around.  I knew she should face up to her fear, but I 
just didn't have the heart to make her do it today.

I told her, "No, someone needs to stay home with the baby.  With 
Bambi in the hands of the Dark Alliance and Travis missing, you need 
to stay here unless given no other choice."

She gave me a weak smile and said, "Okay."

"On another note, what do you think I should wear?  I'm going with my 
tail exposed as proof of my Witch status."

"Well, if you don't need to cover that up, your red jumpsuit would 
probably be best.  It's functional and flattering."

"Could you dress me?"

I saw her stiffen in fear.  "I...  I don't think I..."

I didn't want to slam her too hard, but we needed her back in the 
game.  My darling wife had spells that no one else knew and would 
never be able to learn, at least not in any kind of decent time 
frame.  "Please, Lynnette?  I really don't even have time for a short 
dance and you do have the dressing spells mastered."  That was the 
truth.  Part of the White Sisterhood's basic training were simple 
translocation spells that allowed quick clothing exchanges with 
anything in the closet.  But Lynn was scared, scared of once again 
becoming that cold-hearted thing she was before.  I stepped up and 
took her hands in mine.  "I believe in you."

She looked down at her feet.  She nodded, more resigned to do this 
than anything else.  She raised her head, but her eyes were closed, 
envisioning her spell.  Then, as simple as that, I was dressed in my 
form fitting, red jumpsuit.  I clutched her to me, giving her the 
most sympathetic, most loving hug I could.  I whispered, "Thank you," 
in her ear and kissed her.  "I've got to go.  Be strong."  Then I 
kissed her again and ran from the room.

On the way back to the outer courtyard, I caught Su in the hall.  She 
was just leaving her room.  Her face was flushed, and she was 
panting.  She also muttering nasty, little sounds under her breath. 
I asked her, "What's wrong?"

"It was Kim, that... wench.  As a parting gift, she spent a few 
minutes getting me hot and bothered, then left me hanging!"  As we 
ran to the courtyard, I couldn't help but giggle.  "Yeah, laugh it 
up."

I didn't have time to say anything more as we dashed outside.  Sam 
was waiting patiently, but I could tell that both James and the 
General were a little annoyed at having to wait.  Well, to hell with 
them.  They may not have had anybody to say good-bye to, but Su and I 
did.

We ran out and told them we were ready to go.  We all got up on Sam's 
back.  It was kind of cozy, but we got by.  He took to the air and 
flew towards the east.  As soon as we passed through the shields, Sam 
started clacking his front claws.  His crutch, his focusing tool for 
casting spells, was drawing intricate designs in the air with his 
claws.  Since his claws weren't as flexible or maneuverable as 
fingers, it was somewhat difficult, as all crutches are.

But a few seconds later, there was the twisting of space of a 
teleport spell and we were over Houston, where the temporary capitol 
had been established while D.C. was under siege.  On the ground was a 
massing of soldiers.  As soon as they saw us there was a bit of a 
hullabaloo as the lower ranks prepared to do something (probably 
shoot us out of the sky).  Thankfully, we made it down to the ground 
without a single shot fired.

We all dismounted as the Veep came out to see us.  The General was 
wearing his uniform, modified to fit his new form.  The Veep stepped 
up to him and, in a questioning way, said, "General Keith Wilfred?"

The General snapped a crisp salute with a strong, "Sir."

"No offense, but you have changed.  Changed enough that I need 
confirmation of who you are."

"What do you need?"

"General Wilfred and I attended college together.  Tell me about those days."

"How about the panty raid where you met your wife, Lorraine?  You 
actually stayed a bit too long to talk with her and nearly got caught 
by the house matron.  Lorraine was so smitten by you that she helped 
you escape by-"

"That's quite enough, General.  You've proven yourself to my 
satisfaction.   Welcome back."  They clasped arms in that full arm 
handshake that men sometimes use.  "Sir, allow me to introduce the 
combined forces of the Alliance of Light."

The Veep stepped right up to James Cameron.  "Sam Kravitz?"  James 
shook his head.  The Veep turned to me and Su.  "Would either of you 
be Sam Kravitz?"  We shook our heads, then we both thumbed up at the 
real thing.

I turned and looked up at him.  Sam's face, being an eagle's face, is 
normally very hard to read, but I was sure he was grinning as he 
said, "I am Samuel Kravitz, Mister President."  When he spoke, almost 
everyone startled and many weapons were raised.  Sam carefully raised 
his right claw, keeping the tips pointed in towards himself.  He 
extended one branch of his claw to the Veep.  "I am honored to meet 
you."

The Veep carefully took the proffered claw and shook it.  He 
cautiously responded, "Likewise."

The General said, "I told you he'd be too unusual to describe."

The Veep turned to him.  "You weren't lying."

Sam (who I am sure was still grinning, inwardly, at least) said, 
"Mister President, allow me to introduce the heads of the three 
factions that make up our Alliance.  The gentleman is James Cameron, 
head of the Collegiate Brotherhood.  The Asian woman on the left is 
Lin Su, head of the White Sisterhood.  Both of them are sorcerers. 
As the representative of my own group of Witches and Warlocks, the 
last member of our group is Elizabeth Norman Thompson."

"Pleased to meet you.  Should we adjourn inside where it's not so crowded?"

Sam cleared his throat.  "That might be a bit problematical.  If 
necessary, I can transform my body into something else, but I am only 
able to spend twelve hours out of any forty-eight without serious 
problems arising.  Since I may be called upon to use those 
transformation spells at any time, it would perhaps be best if we did 
this where I can remain as I am."

"Point taken."  He called an aide over.  "Get a few tables and get 
them out here.  I want," he looked to us, "four chairs brought out. 
I also want you to set up an external link and to get the computer 
where I'll be on the conference link-up and set it up outside."

The aide looked us over and said, "Sir, I'm not sure we've got the 
time to arrange the link up outside on such short notice."  I wanted 
to scream.  It was clear that this man was trying to deny letting us 
in by claiming what the Veep wanted wasn't possible.

I held my tongue, though, and the Veep told him, "I guess you better 
hurry, then."

"But, sir-"

"Go!"

Five minutes later, a few of those long, folding tables used in 
school auditoriums around the country were set up in a kind of big 
square.  The Veep got one side to himself with his Secret Service 
agent behind him, and Sam sat opposite to him.  Sam, of course, was 
the only one without a chair.  Su and James sat on one side of the 
table to the Veep's left, and I sat alone to his right.  When we were 
all comfortable (at least as comfortable as one can get on those 
metal, folding chairs they brought out), the Veep said, "Now what can 
you tell me about the terrorists calling themselves the Dark 
Alliance?"

For the next forty-five minutes, the four of us explained as much as 
we could of the war we were waging with the Darkies.  The Veep asked 
a few questions, but mostly just listened, until his aide came over 
and said, "Mister President, it's time for your meeting."

He nodded and asked us, "Please stay close so I can ask questions as 
the meeting proceeds."  He went over and sat at a desk with a 
computer that had been set up nearby.

For the next hour and a half, the Veep consulted with the other world 
leaders by high speed modem.  Finally, he stated, "Gentlemen, we must 
face facts.  Only the Egyptian leader and myself have current, ready 
access to a source of information on the Dark Alliance, and both of 
us agree.  Although the Dark Alliance will follow through on their 
promises, they will only meet the letter of their agreement.  If we 
give in, we will subject the people of the world to slavery and 
torment.  Perhaps for generations to come.  I say we can't allow 
this.  I suggest an  immediate vote.  All those in favor of fighting 
the Dark Alliance vote 'aye.'  All those opposed vote 'nay.'"  The 
numbers started to rack up.  Approximately eighty percent voted to 
fight.  The Veep said, "It's decided then."

As soon as he said that, it happened.  There was a huge, mystic 
surge.  Sam moved first, yelling, "Get down!" and leaping over the 
Veep onto the computer.  I saw the Secret Service leveling their guns 
at Sam, but the Darkies beat them to it.

The computer exploded.

I stepped right up to the Veep and threw a shield around us.  Su and 
James cast shields to divert as much of the explosion as they could 
away from the crowds.

When the smoke cleared, most everyone was unaffected.  The two Secret 
Service agents closest to the Veep had suffered some burns, but 
everyone else was unharmed.

Except Sam.

He had thrown himself on the computer in order to absorb the brunt of 
the blast.  He, thankfully, had shielded, but that was the only 
reason he was still alive.  He lay on his side, a big, black, charred 
hole burned into his belly.  I ran to his side.  I wasn't a healer, 
per se, but, for Witches, healing is a form of physical 
transformation, and, as a Master of that branch of magic, I was the 
closest thing we had.

I briefly thanked the Creator I had gotten to know Sam so well, a 
requirement for Witch non-healers casting healing spells.  But when I 
scanned him, I nearly cried.  "The shrapnel from the explosion has 
dark energy in it!  We need to get it out before I can even try to 
heal him!"

The Veep told his aide, "We need a doctor.  Now!"

I yelled, "A vet would be better.  One with experience in lions would be best."

The Veep was a bit stunned, but told his aide, "Get a doctor in here 
immediately, then find the vet she asked for."

Five minutes later, the doctor was there.  Ten minutes later, the vet 
was brought up by car.  The doctor had been prepared for what to 
expect, but the vet's, "Holy crap," when he saw Sam told me he 
hadn't.  But he quickly went to work.  The vet and the doctor removed 
the shrapnel as Su and James defused the energy.  Until they were 
finished, I'd just be in the way, so I hung back.

About five minutes after they started, I heard someone yell, 
"Incoming fliers!"  Dozens of guns were aimed upwards.

I looked up and saw a familiar, winged figure.  I yelled out, "Hold 
your fire!  She's on our side."  I turned to the Veep and said, 
"That's Karasina Kravitz, Sam's wife."

"His... wife?"

"Hard to believe he's married?"

"I suppose it shouldn't be."

As Karasina got closer, I noticed she was carrying someone else.  As 
she got real close, I saw it was my own beloved.  Karasina dropped 
Lynn by me and almost flew right to Sam.  I stopped her and said, 
"Karasina, let Su and the others do their work.  You'll only 
interfere and put Sam at risk."  I could tell she wanted to fly right 
to him, but she did listen and waited with us.

When she stopped fighting to fly to him, I turned to the Veep and 
said, "Sir, may I introduce Karasina Kravitz and my own wife, 
Lynnette Thompson Norman."  The Veep tried to thank her for Sam's 
actions, but her attentions were fixed on her hubby.

After things seemed to have settled down, I turned to Lynn and asked, 
"Are you okay, love?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Because you're trembling like a leaf.  Honey, I know that ever since 
you nearly... left us, you have been hesitant about any participation 
in the war."

"I'm sorry.  It's just..."

"No need to apologize.  You've been through a traumatic experience. 
And already you have done more for the war by awakening the Sphinx 
than any other single participant.  If you can't help more, I 
understand.  But you need to understand and accept that I am here for 
you, and always will be.  Whatever help you need, I will give, 
willingly and without condition."

She threw her arms around me.  "I'm scared, Liz.  Scared of being 
that... monster again."

"Then I'll help you face it, and you'll never need to be afraid 
again."  We hugged for a bit.

Vice-president Bartell came over to us.  "Ladies, is there anything 
else to be done?"

"Not really.  Just a lot of waiting."

"Like in any battlefield surgery.  Too much waiting.  Damn, I hated 
this when I was young."

"That's right.  You served in the Gulf War when you were younger."

He nodded.  "Too much death then and that was a relatively minor 
skirmish compared with most of the wars America has been involved in."

"Death may be a familiar presence before this war is over."

"Like any war."

Lynnette said, "Death may be the welcome choice, if the Dark Alliance 
wins this war."

"Are they really that bad?"

I said, "I was there when they tried to take Cairo and the pyramids. 
I had to leave soon after the battle, but I saw some of their 
handiwork before I left.  They didn't just kill; they killed with 
reckless abandon.  Women, children, elderly, infirmed, civilian, 
combatant; no one escaped their fury."

"Yes, I heard some of the reports from Egypt.  Is it true they 
destroyed an entire hospital just as a distraction?"

"Wouldn't put it beyond them."

He nodded his head towards Karasina.  "She seems to really care for him."

"Does that surprise you?"

"I suppose it shouldn't."

"But it does?"  I suppose it was the stress of the day, but I got 
more than a little peeved and took it out on the Veep.  "Why?  'Cause 
he doesn't have two legs, two hands, and a nice, normal face for you 
to look in the eye?  Do you think our magic or our different bodies 
make us incapable of feelings?  Of love?  Despite what we can do, or 
what we look like, our souls are human.  Tell me, mister president, 
how many of your men wouldn't have hesitated to do what Sam did?  And 
he's not even American; he's from Australia.  Lin Su is Japanese. 
Yet both of them risked their lives to protect you and the people 
here.  How many of your men would've done the same for us?"

He graciously sat there and let me rant.  Then he said, "Probably too 
few.  Your point is well made.  My apologies to you."

I felt Lynn's hand on my arm and calmed down.  "I suppose I should 
cut you some slack.  I mean how many times have you ever had to deal 
with gryphons or demon tailed ladies?"

He said, with a totally straight face, "You're my first demon tail, 
but gryphons aren't all that uncommon."  I had to look at him to make 
sure he was kidding, but then gave a short laugh.

For the next hour we did a lot of waiting as Karasina paced 
restlessly while they worked on her husband.  Finally, Su waved her 
over and she flew right to him.  She cast the spell to heal him, and 
I asked, "He going to be okay?"

Karasina said, "The dark magic burned into him.  He'll have to spend 
time convalescing, but he will recover."

"Great."

The Veep said, "Doctor, you make sure that man gets anything he needs 
to recover."

An aide came up and handed the Veep a small group of papers.  As he 
scanned through it, I asked, "What's that?"

"A preliminary report on the attack."  He stopped scanning and looked 
to us.  "This doesn't make sense.  In every case that we have data 
on, the communication device was exploded.  With the exception of 
Egypt, most were killed.  They were totally indiscriminate in who got 
killed.  Now, even fewer leaders are willing to just give in."

Lynn said, "Getting people to give in was only a minor goal.  These 
people and the demonic masters they serve feed on chaos.  Pain, 
death, and dying only make them stronger."

He returned the papers to his aide.  "How do we fight people like that?"

"With everything we've got.  A world run by the Dark Alliance would 
make you long to be a Jew in the hands of the Inquisition."

He contemplated that for a while before his aide whispered something 
in his ear.  "Excuse me, ladies.  Business calls."  After he was 
gone, I wrapped my arm around Lynn.  She snuggled in, and we just sat 
for a while.

Soon I saw the General step up and say, "Ladies."

"Where did you disappear to?"

"Had to report in.  I may be a general, but I'm still accountable to 
my superiors.  And with my body as it is, my first step always seems 
to be convincing others of who I am.  Are you sure you can't change 
me back?"

"You could check with Su again, but I doubt it.  She told you why she 
couldn't change you, didn't she?"

He nodded.  "She said I was part of a mass transformation initiated 
by a magic item.  In order to change me back without killing everyone 
else transformed at the same time, I either needed that item, or 
needed to get everyone in the spell's effects together at the same 
time."

"Well, if she can't then there's no hope for me.  Best person to deal 
with sorcery, even dark sorcery, is another sorcerer."

"Ah, well.  On to business.  With the recent attack on the world's 
leaders, is there any way to keep it from happening again?"

Lynnette took this one.  "Your best protection would be a magic-user 
by your side acting as bodyguard; however, with the number of mages 
we have, that may not be plausible.  Failing that, a magic item 
shielding you would be the best option."

"I'll inform the Commander-in-chief.  You two look pretty tired.  Want a bed?"

I said, "Just one for me.  Lynnette can head home."

She said, "No.  Liz, I appreciate your desire to protect me, but when 
the news showed that explosion, I nearly lost it.  I'm going to stay 
by your side until I'm sure you're safe."

"What about Jimmy?"

"He'll be safe with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Peter, at least for a while."

"Alright.  I guess it's a room for two."

Fifteen minutes later, we were inside a hotel room.  Thanks to the 
time difference, it was early evening, but we felt like it was still 
the afternoon.  After our escort left, Lynn reached up and unzipped 
my jumpsuit.  There was an almost desperate need in her touch and I 
wasn't about to deny her.

She gently nuzzled my neck as she pulled the suit from around my 
shoulders.  I pulled my arms from the sleeves and then leaned forward 
and kissed her.  She gently massaged my bosom as she slid her tongue 
into my mouth.  Her hands slid around me and undid my bra.  I reached 
behind her and unzipped her dress, sliding it off her.  We kissed 
once more, a short peck this time, before we separated.  She removed 
her slip and I pulled the jumpsuit off.

We got close again.  I took her breasts in hand and gently stroked 
them.  I couldn't help but think of Lynn with larger breasts, but I 
have decided that I like her better with her regular size.  She 
moaned a bit and took my breasts and rubbed them like I was rubbing 
hers.  We stayed like that until I could stand it no longer.  I 
pushed her back towards the bed.  She pulled as much as I pushed 
until she fell back onto it, pulling me on top of her.

I slid up a little so that my breasts were above her mouth, then 
lowered my torso so she could take my nipple and gently suckle me.  I 
was still lactating, and the feeling of my lover getting not only 
loving but sustenance from me is a real erotic thrill for me.  I let 
her lick and suck on me for a while until I was thrashing in orgasm, 
rubbing my crotch on her.

After that I reached behind me and started stroking her dick.  She 
was already hard, so it wasn't long before we were both ready.  I 
slid back and slipped her into me.  We had done this so many times I 
think we could do this in our sleep.  I sat up on her and took her 
breasts in hand, rotating and rubbing her.  She took my hips in hand 
and moved me up and down.  I shifted my hips a bit so that my clit 
would rub directly against her dick.  As we moved, she slid her hand 
over and rubbed my clit.  I nearly orgasmed, but held off, wanting 
her to cum next.  Thankfully, it didn't take too much longer.  She 
arched her back, jammed her hips up and shot her load.

I rolled off of her and onto my back.  She got up, spun around, and 
climbed over me, so she was facing my crotch, and I was staring up at 
her dick.  I stuck my tongue out and licked at it.  I felt Lynnette's 
marvelous mouth on my sex, and, thanks to the previous play, came 
almost instantly.  I like my oral sex that way.  Start with an orgasm 
and finish with one, too.  After my cum, I almost lunged at her dick 
and sucked it into my mouth.  69-ing each other was always a bit of a 
bending act for us.  I'm a foot taller than Lynn and need to bend so 
I can keep her hard-on in my mouth while she licks me, but it is well 
worth it.  Lynnette has always had the most marvelous tongue.

But this time I was not to benefit from that tongue.  Just before 
either of us came, someone knocked on the door.  "Miss, the president 
has asked for a meeting to discuss tactics for the war."

I nearly shrieked.  Lynn, the bitch (said with full smiles), rolled 
off of me.  I wanted to yank her right back on top of me.  She just 
smiled and said, "Can't keep the president waiting."  I muttered 
something mildly deprecating, but she just kissed at me.

We got dressed, then Lynnette threw her arms around me and gave me a 
surprise hug.  She whispered, "Thanks."

I returned the hug and whispered, "Anytime you need me, love, I'm yours."

We then went out to find the Veep.

************

[General Keith "Katharine" Wilfred]

After we got there and I introduced our magic allies, I went to where 
the Joint Chiefs were meeting and reported in.  After we went through 
the formalities, and I gave my report, things settled down. 
Eventually, it got to what I expected, harassment over my new body. 
I went through the inevitable razzing for looking like a girl.  When 
that grew boring, Admiral Louis Dargent asked, "Seriously, Keith, 
what's it like to have tits?"

"It's not that big a deal, truthfully.  It was a little weird when I 
first got them, and I had to learn to compensate for them, but now 
they're just there.  It's the bras you really learn to hate."

"You're wearing a bra?"

"You have to.  They bounce around too much, otherwise."  They looked 
at each other, then back at me.  They seemed to want to ask 
something, but hesitant to actually do so.  Finally, I said what I 
was sure they were thinking.  "You want to see them?"

General Phillip Leno (Marines) said, "Only if you're willing.  Just 
to see what these Dark Alliance people are capable of."

It was a transparent excuse.  The ambassadors who had been sent back 
were evidence of what the Dark Alliance was capable of.  But I didn't 
much care if they took a look, so I undid the buttons on my shirt and 
exposed my bosom.  They all took a good long look, vacillating on 
what to do next.  I was wearing a simple, white, sports bra that held 
my tits flat against my chest.  Just to get on with it, I reached up 
and pulled it up, exposing my boobs to the group.

After a bit of ogling, General Leno asked, "What's it like, really? 
Having tits?"

"I told you, it's not that big a deal."

"No, I mean...  What's the sex like?"

"How should I know?"

"You're telling me that you haven't even tried those out?  Even with 
a bit of self abuse?"

"Nope."

"Come on."

When it came to social situations, all these men and I were on a 
first name basis, but Louis was a good friend, and he said, "Phil, 
leave it alone."

General Leno gave him a look that showed his lack of understanding, 
but I said, "It's okay, Louis.  I don't mind saying why I feel how I 
do.  The fact is, with the exception of the time right after I 
transformed when I was compelled to sex, I haven't felt much like any 
kind of sex, even self pleasuring, since my wife died a couple years 
ago."

General Leno said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"It's okay."

As I pulled my bra back on, Louis asked, "Speaking of your 
transformation, do you know if anybody else in that assault force 
managed to avoid capture by the Dark Alliance?"

I remembered that Louis's son had been in that assault force.  "The 
only other person I know of who managed to avoid capture was a female 
lieutenant named Marie Callender."

He sighed.  "Damn, I was hoping...  So now my boy is in the hands of 
the bad guys.  Any idea what happened to him?"

"The Light Alliance's best guess is in my report, but if they're 
right, you probably don't want to know."

"Probably not.  But I've got to know, and I'd rather hear it right 
from you, rather than from an impersonal report."

"According to the reports of the sorcerers, who have been fighting 
the Dark Alliance for centuries, they would've given him a choice. 
Either he accepted working for them and was turned into a mindless 
storm trooper in their service, or he refused and was changed into a 
sex slave for their troop commanders, their equivalent to N.C.O.'s, 
if you will."

"What if he refused both?"

"He wouldn't have been given an option.  These people don't follow 
the Geneva Accords.  He'd've been tortured, brainwashed, or both."

"Damn.  What the hell am I going to tell his mother?"

"Tell her that you've now got more cause than ever to win this war, 
so that you can save your son."

An aide came in and said, "Gentlemen, the president has just started 
his meeting with the world leaders."

Leno said, "That's our cue to get to work."  He stood and saluted me, 
and the others followed suit.  I saluted back and waited for them to 
leave before heading out.

I walked around the hotel where the president was headquartered until 
I walked past the hotel's chapel.  I heard someone, a female someone, 
praying inside.  Normally, I would've left the person  alone.  I've 
never been what you would call a religious type.  But something 
compelled me to go in.  I stepped inside the temple and saw a 
familiar face.  "Lieutenant Callender?"

She turned and looked at me.  It took her a couple seconds to 
identify who I was, whereupon she snapped to attention with a crisp, 
military salute.  "General Wilfred, sir!"

I returned her salute.  "As you were."  She relaxed a bit, but didn't 
return to her prayers.  She was dressed as I remembered, in the 
black, latex, "dominatrix" ensemble that her clothes had been 
transformed to in the same spell that had changed me.  My penis 
twitched a bit at the sight of her.  My wife's death may have 
curtailed my sex drive, but I wasn't dead.  After a few seconds of 
awkward silence, I asked, "How are things going?  Is the spell still 
whispering dark things to you?"

"No, praise the lord.  It only affects my clothes."

"It's still changing everything you wear into a part of your outfit?"

She trembled a bit before saying, "I can't even wear a bra or 
panties!  I'm always exposed, always indecent!"  She broke down in 
tears.  "I just want to be normal again."

I always hated it when women cried.  My "manly instinct" was to try 
to make things right, but since this woman was a junior officer, 
there were things I wasn't supposed to do.  Finally, I threw caution 
to the wind and handled it like I did when my wife used to cry.  I 
wrapped my arms around her and held her as she sobbed into my shirt.

Eventually, she stopped crying.  "My apologies, sir, for my 'conduct 
unbecoming.'"

"I think we're both guilty of that.  If I might ask, lieutenant, can 
you do anything with your clothing?"

"I can take it off, but the minute I put anything on, it changes into this."

"I wish that I could help, but the Witches and Sorceresses have 
stated that there's no real way to reverse our transformation unless 
they get a hold of that device that changed us in the first place."

She pulled at the top of the bustier, trying to get it to cover more 
of her body.  "It wouldn't be so bad if it would just cover me 
decently.  My nipples and genitals are always exposed.  I feel so... 
dirty."

"I think the Dark Alliance may have had that in mind when they did 
this.  If you managed to escape, the fact that you were always 
indecently exposed would impair your ability to function.  You can't 
let them win, lieutenant.  Do your job, despite your feelings."

"Yes, sir."

It was then that we heard an explosion from outside.  We quickly ran 
outside to find that the Dark Alliance had exploded the 
communications system.  We helped coordinate activities through the 
treatment of Commander Kravitz and a little beyond, including making 
hotel arrangements for Council Witch Elizabeth and her wife, 
Lynnette.  And an hour or so after that, the president got everybody 
together to discuss what was next for the war.

************

[Elizabeth Norman Thompson]

We went down to meet the Veep.  Lin Su, James Cameron, and a bunch of 
uniformed guys who were introduced as the Joint Chiefs were all 
there.  There was a bit of protest from the military dudes when I 
insisted that Lynnette be allowed to stay, but Su and James backed me 
up.

Lynnette stayed in the back of the room and I wished I could join her 
as everybody started talking military tactics and junk.  A lot of it 
sounded like the adults in those old Charlie Brown cartoons.  I 
couldn't understand a word.  I did a lot of nodding that day.

After the meeting, the Veep asked to talk to me and Lynn.  We waited 
until everyone else had gone.  He sat on the edge of the table and 
said, mostly to Lynn, "I can't help but notice you seem a little 
shell-shocked."

I told him, "It's a personal thing."

"I've been through a lot of combat experience.  If there's anything I 
can do to help, just ask."

I looked to Lynn to see what she wanted.  Our conversation was silent 
and done mostly with emotions passed over our link.  Finally, she 
made a decision and said, "I was the one who woke the Sphinx in 
Egypt.  Problem was, the device wasn't designed to be used by a 
single mage, too much power.  It knocked me into a coma, and when I 
woke up, I had become this emotionless thing who didn't care about 
anything or anyone else.  Elizabeth, with the help of our kids, 
shocked me back to my senses, but now, I'm scared to be alone.  I'm 
afraid of becoming that thing again."

The Veep said, "Good.  Hold on to that fear."

Somewhat shocked, I asked, "What kind of advice is that?!"

"In my years of service in the military, I saw far too many soldiers 
become heartless killers, able to put a bullet in anybody, no matter 
who they were shooting.  I have found that the point you need to 
worry about it is when contemplating the inhumanity comes without 
fear.  Don't let the fear dominate you, but realize that the fear 
reminds you that you are still human."

I could tell that Lynn was contemplating his words.  Finally, she 
looked up and told him, "Thanks.  I think I understand what you're 
saying."

"Glad to be of service."

We went back to our room to get some sleep.  I figure tomorrow is 
going to be a busy day.

************

[Travis Beckman]

95 days.  That's how long it's been since my darling Bambi was 
kidnapped by that metal freak.  That's how long Cammy (my name for 
the  CMS) and I have been searching for her.  I guess it's a 
testimony to how focused I am that I didn't even notice the war until 
almost a week after it had started.  Or maybe a statement of my 
obsession.  I'm not sure which, and I'm not sure that I care which. 
All I know is I've got to get her back.

I've started this diary in order to get my thoughts down as Cammy and 
I search for her.  The shields, unfortunately, are too strong to get 
a precise fix on her, but we do know she's still somewhere in the 
city, even narrowing it down to the eastern quarter of L.A.  Now 
we're forced to get information on the base the old fashioned way. 
We find dark bases, capture an agent or two and beat him until he 
tells us something we need to know.

Today we took out a minor outpost.  We haven't even found any major 
ones yet.  If we do, then we'll probably need to call in back-up, but 
so far it hasn't been an issue.  But now it might be.  From one of 
the lesser agents at the base, we got some information about a small 
base.  It's not likely to be the place where Bambi is being held, but 
we may get more information about a bigger base somewhere else.

I will find you, Bambi.

************

[Reginald McDonald]

[Transcriber's notes:  The following is from the Dark Alliance 
archive of agent reports.  Reginald McDonald was one of the world's 
most powerful sorcerers with a sorcerous might of slightly less than 
20,000.  His wife, Larinda, ranked far lower at slightly over 2,000.

Marriages are rare within the Dark Alliance, mostly being marriages 
of convenience.  Reginald and Larinda married because their dark 
wishes, both the wish and the means of payment, meshed so well. 
Reginald, prior to his wish and induction into the Dark Alliance, was 
a small, bookish, computer nerd.  He came from a long line of marines 
and wished to be a large, super strong, manly man, and he became a 
six foot, six body builder type.  The payment was that he had to 
receive anal sex once a day or revert to his previous form.

Prior to her wish, Larinda was a mousy, plain woman who wished to be 
the most beautiful woman in the world.  Her payment was that her 
genitalia was changed from a vagina to a penis and she had to orgasm 
inside someone else once a day.

Both Reginald and Larinda are heterosexual and despise their 
payments, but work well together and both had an unblemished record 
within the Dark Alliance.

Although there is nothing Larinda can do that Reginald can't, her 
specialty is mental manipulation, where his is physical combat and 
transformations.  Thus she has a greater range of mastered spells and 
magic items for mind work than he.]

Daily report:

My first half of the day was normal stuff until I got my first 
assignment for the day.  I was to deal with Nicholas Braskey.  He's 
the man who runs the city's prostitution ring.  To be honest, this 
assignment's a bit beneath me, particularly with the war going on, 
but Nicky (he hates that nickname) was my first assignment, and I 
know him better than anyone.

It seems that Nicky had been doing a bit of skimming of funds.  Some 
may ask why we care if a minor underling, particularly a norm, is 
embezzling some money, what with the war and all, but discipline must 
be maintained, now more than ever.

My wife got prepared by taking a small collection of her magic items. 
We took the van to Nicky's penthouse condo.  In the foyer, Larinda 
immobilized the security guard by clasping a bracelet around his 
wrist when they shook hands.  The bracelet would force him to obey us 
while we were present and would make him forget us as soon as we were 
gone.  He was just a minor obstacle, so an order to let us up and we 
were in the elevator and on our way.

Upstairs, we exited the elevator.  Larinda waited there while I 
strode to the entrance.  A simple flash spell and the door was blown 
inwards and out of my way.  Just before I entered, I scanned the 
room.  Nicky was with a couple whores in the center of the room, and 
there were two large, burly, black men waiting just inside, one to 
each side of the door.  I stepped inside, and, as expected, the two 
men attacked me.  I simply grabbed the first and threw him into the 
second.  They flew across the room, skidding to a halt at the base of 
the wall.  A simple spell later and they were propped against the 
wall and each other as the wall melted around them, forming a web 
holding them in place.

Nicky leapt to his feet, scrambling to pull up his pants.  Very 
frightened, he said, "Rej, if I knew you were coming, I'd've cleared 
my schedule.  What can I do for you?"

A hand wave and Nicky flew to the far wall in the room, spread eagle, 
with the wall flowing around his ankles and wrists, pinning him to 
the wall.  The whores ran to the far corner of the room, cowering in 
fear.  They might've run from the room if Larinda had not entered and 
dropped a field generator to keep anyone from leaving.  I walked to 
Nicky, shaking my head and speaking like a parent chastising his 
child.  "Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.  What AM I going to do 
with you?"

"Come on, Rej.  Surely, you can't object to me... testing the merchandise?"

"I don't care about that.  Hell, keep them producing and I couldn't 
care less if you fucked them all every day.  I'm talking about the 
stealing.  I warned ya, Nicky.  You'd think that after the last time, 
you'd've learned your lesson."

"Come on, Rej, haven't I done a great job for you?  Don't I deserve a 
little extra?"

"Nicky, your performance isn't the issue.  Without a doubt, you've 
done a great job.  You keep the whores in line and producing without 
any undue property damage, and if you'd've asked, we probably 
would've given you an extra few percent.  But we can't tolerate your 
stealing, Nicky, even if you deserve the money.  If we let you get 
away with it, then everybody will try to get away with it.  So I've 
got to punish you, Nicky.  Next time, ask first.  But wait a month or 
two before asking.  This little incident will not help your case."

"What are you planning on doing to me?"

"Just a little lesson."  I waved my hand and disintegrated his 
clothes, observing my last encounter with Nicky.  He used to have a 
sizable cock, ten inches long and fairly thick.  Then he was caught 
stealing.  It was his first offense, so it just got him a simple but 
memorable object lesson.  I shrunk his dick to four inches long and 
no thicker than your thumb.

Before his next lesson, I turned to my wife to let her work.  She 
stepped up to the men trapped in the wall-cage.  She brought an 
earring gun out of her bag and pushed it to the ear of one of the 
guys.  He tried to move, but I had left him and his friend less space 
than a mummy has inside his wrappings.  She pushed the gun up against 
his ear and, click, he had a new earring.  He entered a trance as she 
did the same to the other.  She then spoke the command word, and the 
two came out off their trance, looked into each others' eyes, and 
started kissing.  Each now found the other to be the most sexually 
exciting thing possible.  Larinda walked to the two ladies and, after 
a threat of pain to keep them still, repeated the process, turning 
them into lezzies.  I released the two men and almost laughed as they 
started humping against each other and tearing off their clothes.

I turned to Nicky, seeing him trying to recoil from the others.  Did 
I mention Nicky has a real bad case of homophobia?  I smiled at him 
and cast my spell.  The first thing that happened was that his dick 
was restored to its old dimensions.  Then the fun changes came about. 
The hair on top of his head grew out while all the hair below his 
neck fell out, his face softened and rounded out, his ass grew, his 
arms and legs slimmed and tapered, and he grew breasts.  That's 
straight out of dark harassing 101.  Take a guy and stick him 
somewhere between woman and man and it tends to freak him out.

He was now a she-male with some special extras built into him. 
Larinda came over and fondled him, getting him hard as I said, "Now, 
Nicky, you've got this luscious new body that will drive men mad with 
lust.  Oh, I know you only like women, so you'll have to do it with 
lesbians that don't mind that extra between your legs.  There's 
another problem, too.  It is now impossible for you to orgasm unless 
your dick is buried in the ass of a guy and you have two women 
sucking your tits, so not only will you need to have sex with 
lesbians, you'll need to do it while pumping into some fag.  Now I 
gave you these four to start you off, but they're of limited 
effectiveness.  You will need new sexual partners each week in order 
to get off.  Have fun."  Larinda and I then left; me dissolving the 
bonds on Nicky before we left.  I knew the stimulation that Larinda 
had given him would have him humping the others there regardless of 
his wishes.

As soon as we got into the van, Larinda turns to me and says, "You're 
wearing down.  You should've slammed those men into the wall with a 
single toss."  It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, I know.  No sense putting it off."  I swung around and got into 
the back of the van.  Larinda followed.  I dropped my pants and got 
on my hands and knees on the mattress we have back there.  She got on 
her knees behind me.  I assumed she had pulled down her panties and 
pulled up her dress because I felt that familiar, detestable 
sensation of her cock at my ass.  She plunged in and started pumping. 
Both of us hate this, which, of course, only prolongs the act, but 
eventually she came inside me.  I felt my strength and physical power 
swell as my payment was made.

I then reached around and pulled her down to her back.  I climbed 
atop her and said, "My turn, wench."

"And what if I don't want to?"

I grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it and her bra open.  "I 
really don't care what you want."  Truth is, we both wanted and 
needed the cathartic release.  This was just a game we played.  She 
likes it rough, and I like giving it to her.  I took her perfect 
triple D cups in hand and grasped and fondled them as she lifted her 
ass to me.  She took my dick and guided it into her ass as I shoved 
forward.  I moved my hands and her tits in circles as I slammed in 
and out of her until we both came.

We lay together, kissing and fondling our bodies, preparing for 
another quickie when the buzzer went off on our comm system.  Larinda 
almost shrieked as I got up and returned to the driver's seat.  She 
got up and got into her seat, not even bothering to  cast her 
clothing spell as I hit the receive button.

We expected to see our regular contact, but were surprised to see the 
face of Dorina Tempus, the supreme commander.  "Miss Tempus, to what 
do we owe the honor?"

"Reginald, Larinda, I have a special assignment for the two of you. 
We have an annoyance that is becoming a threat.  A man by the name of 
Travis Beckman is hunting for our base.  He has managed, in his 
pursuit, to destroy many minor stations and even a small outpost. 
Eliminate him."

"What is the power of this mage?"

"He is no mage.  He is a mortal, enhanced by powerful magics and 
escorted by a mystic, shapeshifting construct of no small power."

"Forgive me, milady, but a mortal?  How powerful could he be?"

"Do not underestimate him.  I assume you have heard of the Master?"

"Of course."  Who hadn't?  The man was a legend, even if no one had 
heard of him prior to a little over a year ago.  He had the ability 
to teleport himself and others through any shield, was able to 
teleport from an anti-magic cell, had access to a Hexatar staff, and 
was even rumored to be immortal.

"The simulacrum with the man is a construct of the Master's, and the 
artifact he uses is far more powerful than anything we have.  I am 
sure that it also is from the Master."

"So where do I find this Beckman person?"

"Unknown.  The armor he has generates some kind of field that makes 
it impossible to trace him.  Likewise, the simulacrum cannot be 
traced.  Despite this, you are to find him and destroy both him and 
his escort."

"Understood."

"Do not fail me, Reginald."

I clapped my fist to my chest in a move reminiscent of the salutes of 
soldiers of ancient Rome.  "Death before dishonor."

She rolled her eyes at me.  Okay, it's a stupid affectation of mine. 
Usually, people act impressed, mostly because of my power, but I did 
forget who I was talking to.  Of course, as long as I continue to get 
the job done, even the great Dorina Tempus will not begrudge me my 
little eccentricities.  She just said, "Find him, Reginald."

"Do you want the artifact?"

"Only if you can retrieve it after killing him.  I suspect it dies with him."

"As you command, Commander Tempus."

After the link went down, I said, "Time to go to work."

Larinda said, "You sound almost happy."

"Finally, a challenge.  Even if it is only in the finding of this mortal."

"Don't underestimate him, Rej.  Dorina would not assign this to you 
personally if he were some pushover."

"Exactly what I'm hoping for."  There are maybe ten mages on the 
planet who can hold their own against me, one on one.  With Larinda 
by my side, I have yet to find a worthy opponent, one to truly 
challenge me.  I've personally been hoping for a shot at Jenny 
Welker, but it hasn't happened yet.

"I don't like this one, Rej.  It feels bad."

"Going seer on me?"  It was a subtle jibe.  Neither of us put much 
stock into prophets.  Far too often just stating the future creates a 
self-fulfilling prophecy.

But she just stared out the window, missing my taunt, saying, "It 
just feels bad."

I gave her a light tap on the arm.  "Hey, either one of us alone is a 
force to be reckoned with.  Together we are the team supreme, 
undefeated in all missions."

She gave me a weak smile.  "Of course.  Let's do this."

I then started the van and headed out to find our target.

************

[Bambi Welker]

It's been about a week since I was dragged in front of queen bitch, 
Dorina Tempus, and used as bait to root out the Master.  At least I 
think it's been a week.  There's no clock in here, so I have to judge 
the time by the number of meals delivered to me.

Today I was in bed when the door opened and Lois walked in.  As soon 
as the door closed and I could move again, I rolled over, turning my 
back to her.  She softly asked, "Bambi, can we talk?"  I said 
nothing, and she eventually said, "You're angry.  I don't blame you. 
You were put through hell and I did nothing.  But there was nothing I 
could do."

I remained silent, so she continued, "Bambi, please."  I felt her sit 
on the bed beside me.  "I know you're mad and looking for a way to 
hurt me.  Well, this silent treatment is about the best way you could 
think of to do that.  Please, whatever you're feeling, let it out. 
Rant, rave, scream at me.  Just don't shut me out."

I remained stoic and silent.  Eventually, she got up, saying, "Sorry."

Before she got to the door my curiosity got the better of me, and I 
turned back, asking, "Why?  Why couldn't you save me?"

She turned back and said, "I couldn't, Bambi.  As a sorceress, I am 
bound by my word.  With your mom and sister being sorceresses 
themselves, surely you must know of that rule?"  I nodded.  "I have 
taken an oath of fealty to the Dark Alliance.  I couldn't disobey 
Dorina, even to save you.  Even if I could've disobeyed, it would've 
done no good.  It would've only resulted in Dorina banishing me from 
the room and from you.  I couldn't do that."

"So you just wanted to keep me like some trophy?"

"No!  I wanted to protect you.  If I had been banished, it would've 
been for good.  Then you would've been left alone with Dorina and 
whoever she posted as your guard, and I can assure you, whoever it 
was wouldn't have cared about you.  Worse yet, knowing that you and I 
had sex, he might've thought he was entitled and just taken sex from 
you, raped you."

I thought about what she said for a bit.  "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Care about me?  Isn't this just about sex?"

"If it was, do you think I would've waited for sex?  That I would 
have cared if you were angry at me?  Yes, I care for you, Bambi."

I sat up on the edge of the bed.  "What do you want from me?"

She came over and sat beside me.  "Forgive me?"  She lay her head on 
my shoulder.  "Please?"

I wrapped a single arm around her.  I didn't say yes, but I couldn't 
say no.  She was so helpless like this, so weak.  I held her like 
that for a while.  She put her arms around me and held me.  I could 
tell she wanted more, but she restrained herself.  That impressed me. 
Eventually, I slid her hand around and put it on my breast.  "Take 
what you want from me."

I expected her to start fondling me, but instead she just looked into 
my eyes and asked, "What do you want from me?  I do want you, Bambi. 
I always will.  But I find I want you to like me more.  Order me to 
do what you want, Bambi."

I smiled.  She had passed my test.  I knew she wanted my body, but I 
needed to know she wanted to be with me.  I told her, "Kiss me.  Like 
you love me."

She removed her hand from my breast and put it on my cheek.  She 
lifted her face to mine and kissed me.  Long, slow, sensuous.  The 
kiss was strong, but neither intrusive nor pushy.  We held it until 
it ended, not too long, not too short.  I told her, "Get undressed." 
She stood and removed the blouse and skirt she was wearing.  She 
rubbed her hands up, then down her body before removing her slip and 
panties.  She then reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it 
slide off her.

Once naked, she said, "Order me, Bambi.  I am yours to command."

For a brief moment, I considered ordering her to help me escape, but 
that would've achieved nothing.  There was no way I could have gotten 
out (a naked girl in the depths of the Dark Alliance home base?), 
even if Lois could help me, and I wouldn't risk her life like that. 
I instead got on the bed, lay back, and said, "Lick me out."

She got up on the bed between my legs.  She started licking me, and I 
had to remind her to go slow.  She has come a long way since our 
first time together, but she also had a desperate need from the sex I 
had denied her over the last week plus.  But she was good enough to 
get me and keep me excited.  Finally, she got me to the point where I 
could stand it no longer.  I told her,  "Swing yourself around here, 
so we can pleasure each other."

She did as ordered and when I saw her cunt above me, I pulled her 
down and pushed my face into her crotch.  I say with a small bit of 
pride that I was the better cunt licker, so it wasn't too long before 
she was where I was.  We kept each other like that for a very short 
bit before we pushed each other over the edge, cumming in passionate 
orgasm.

We straightened out and lay together, cuddling and kissing.  Just as 
we were about to start another session of sex play, I heard a 
beeping.  Lois said, "Damn.  I've got to go back to work."

"I understand."

She got up and went over to her clothes.  She looked at them, but 
instead of putting them on, she cast a spell to clothe herself in 
other clothes.  She picked up her clothes and put them on the end of 
the bed.  "I'll try to get you other clothes, but for now, you can 
wear these."  We were about the same size, although she was more 
buxom than I.

"Thank you, Lois.  And it may be obvious considering what we did, but 
I do forgive you."

"Thank you, Bambi."  She then left .

I think I'm happier now for having dealt with this.  I really think 
this is the right thing to do.

************

[Dorina Tempus]

I had just gotten finished giving the orders to Reginald and Larinda 
when Lois walked into my private office.  "You summoned me, Miss 
Tempus?"

"Have you informed the girl that I have decided to allow her 
clothes?"  Any advantages from her continuing nudity were already 
done and gone.

"Actually, I made it seem like I was doing a favor for her.  Do you 
want me to tell her the truth?"

"No, I don't suppose there would be any advantage to that.  I suspect 
she'll hate me no matter what I do.  So your seduction went well?"

Faking a sympathetic tone, she said, "Dear, sweet Bambi has 
graciously forgiven me for all my transgressions."

"Well done."

She shrugged.  "Had to be done.  With our agreement with the Master 
not to harm her, I couldn't force sex with her, but if she gives 
herself willingly to me, then there's no wrong done."

"Just make sure she doesn't find out."

"To that end, may I have permission to claim that it was I who 
convinced you to allow her clothes when I bring her other clothes?"

"Feel free."

"Thank you.  Is there anything else?"

"Yes, there is.  I want your input.  The opposition has apparently 
figured out our primary objective, and most of the Witches, those not 
involved in direct attacks on us, have gone into hiding.  We have 
managed to gain only another half dozen in recent assaults.  Do you 
have any suggestions to lure them out?"

"You're asking me?"

"Yes.  You are my attache, my assistant."

"Well, what about taking them from the groups that assault us?  Wait 
for them to come to us."

"Only if given no other options.  When we attack, we can choose our 
targets.  When they attack us, they will send only their best 
fighters.  If we can capture them, and there's no guarantee of that, 
then we'll have to spend too much energy keeping them docile 
prisoners.  We need to catch the lowest power echelons."

"Doesn't the greater power mean we'll have to catch fewer Witches?"

"Only minimally.  In death, the highest ranks only produce about a 
hundred and twenty-five percent of the energy as the lowest.  It just 
isn't worth it to try to capture the high or ultra rank Witches."

"What about the cities we've taken?  Surely there must be Witches 
living there."

"True, but they knew something was going to happen, so many left, and 
as soon as the domes went up, the rest went into hiding.  We've 
captured about four dozen altogether from all our cities."

She thought about it.  "The norm relatives.  Due to the fact that 
Witches have to be careful about being in public, they have become 
very communal.  We have records of Witch families that we can use to 
find the near relatives, the quarter breed and eighth breeds.  They 
won't have the power we need, but by following them, we may find the 
Witches, and if we don't, we can take the relatives hostage as bait 
to force the Witches out of hiding."

"Good idea."  I handed Lois a file.  "Take this to the command 
center.  It's the next stage in the war."

After she left, I started making plans.  We'd have to use mortal 
investigators to keep from being detected, but I knew that if Lois's 
plan worked as well as I thought it would then we'd have the 
sacrifice we needed.

************

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INT:  We're back with Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams, discussing the 
events of the Restoration War.

Ladies, last we left off the war had gotten started and you were in 
Silicon Valley.  What happened next?

Jenny:  A lot more of the same.

Wanda:  A lot, lot more.

Jenny:  (smiling) Over the first couple weeks of the war, we were 
sent to any place that needed help.  We saw duty in Germany, France, 
Japan, Russia, China, and Australia.

INT:  All in two weeks?  Impressive.

Jenny:  It was slightly less than that.  It was after Australia that 
we got the message to head to Egypt.  I wondered why.  Egypt was 
protected by the Sphinx, so it didn't need help with protection.

INT:  But wasn't the Sphinx also acting as a teacher of ancient 
magics, techniques long lost to civilization?

Jenny:  Yeah, and that was exactly why we were sent there, but I 
didn't think I needed it.

Wanda:  You see, due to her presence in so many battles, my dear wife 
had gotten something of a swelled head.

Jenny:  I admit it.  I enjoyed being the saving force that kept the 
Dark Alliance at bay in so many places.  I thought of myself as the 
premier magic super power.  But the Sphinx knocked that idea out of 
my head real quick.

INT:  Sounds like there's a story in that.

Jenny:  Indeed.  We had gotten to Egypt and had received the news 
that we were to talk with the Sphinx.  I went out there with the idea 
that he needed my help with something.

Wanda:  (snorts) A multi-millennial old sorcerer-Witch needed the 
help of a girl with less than a half dozen years magic experience?

Jenny:  Okay, I admit it.  I was full of myself.  Can I get on with this?

Anyways, as we approached, we saw the Sphinx going through some 
series of exercises with a massive sword.  He ended his kata just as 
we got close.  We pulled up in the jeep, and he sheathed his sword on 
his back.  Looking down on us, he asked, "Would you be the ones known 
as Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams?"

"We are.  Why did you send for us?"

"I did not send for you.  You were sent to me by your leaders.  They 
wish me to train you."

"I don't need any special training.  I have more battlefield 
experience than I care for.  It will suffice."

I turned to leave, only to run smack dab into a force field.  The 
Sphinx said, "If you are such a great sorceress and fighter, surely 
you can defeat one small force field."

When I turned to Wanda, she just said, "Don't look at me.  I'll be 
glad for the break."

I just frowned at her and turned back to the force field.  It seemed 
to be a simple enough construct, so I envisioned my counter and 
rattled off the spell, shattering the force field.

Wanda:  (Smiling broadly) And that was when you were trapped.

Jenny:  Yeah, yeah, rub it in.

Wanda:  Thank you, I think I will.

INT:  What happened?

Jenny:  The spell shattered, fracturing into hundreds of pieces that 
swirled around me and then reconnected, trapping me within a skin 
tight sheathe.  I was frozen, unable to do anything but breathe and 
blink.

Wanda:  The Sphinx then said, "That was too obvious.  How did you 
manage to last so long acting so stupidly?  There are some tents to 
the north for students.  I expect you to find a couple of cots and 
rest for your lessons tomorrow."

He walked off.  I cast a strength amplifier and carried Jenny to the tents.

INT:  What did you do to get out of the trap?

Jenny:  It wore off in five minutes.

INT:  Then what did you do?

Jenny:  Not much to do.  He had very thoroughly proven his point.  I 
figured I'd need less training than others, but I admitted that I 
could use some extra training.

Wanda:  Wasn't quite that simple.  First she ranted and raved about 
tricks and spells that she'd never have to face in combat.  When she 
settled down, we discussed it and she reluctantly agreed to stay for 
training.

INT:  So what happened in training?  Anything interesting?

Wanda:  The first day was only a half day, mostly tests of our 
abilities, the second half of the day was the Submission Treaty 
signing, so the Sphinx was busy with that.

INT:  Most of our viewers know of the Submission Treaty, but why 
don't you give us a quick review?

Wanda:  The Sphinx had created a force field that protected Egypt, 
but due to the oaths he had made when young, he was only able to 
protect the lands of Egypt.  He couldn't even protect the allies. 
Many of the countries near Egypt, lacking any real defensive 
capability, signed a treaty, effectively submitting to total rule by 
Egypt in order to gain the protection of the Sphinx.

INT:  The Treaty eventually came to cover most of North Africa and 
the Middle East, didn't it?

Wanda:  Yes, although that first day only Sudan, Libya, and Eritrea 
signed the treaty.

INT:  But it was shortly thereafter that most of the other countries 
that would sign the treaty did.

Wanda:  Right after the Dark Alliance's next major offensive.

INT:  And before we get into that, we'll take a quick break to let 
our sponsors tell you about the products that are paying for our 
bills.

************

[Daphne Newell]

After the attack on the world's leaders, most of the world, those who 
hadn't submitted right off the bat, united to fight the Dark 
Alliance.  Problem is, most couldn't do much more then lend moral 
support.  Until and unless the darkies made their presence known, it 
was impossible for a norm to detect them and near impossible for a 
sorceress or Witch, so the bigger military powers couldn't send 
support for fear of needing it at home.

And the Dark Alliance was everywhere.  Over the next week or so, they 
attacked almost at random.  Sometimes it was a military target, 
sometimes a civilian one.  Then the first level of signings of the 
Submission Treaty occurred, and the day after, the next major 
offensive of the Dark Alliance happened.  Most of their attacks over 
that week had been minor skirmishes, forcing the countries they 
attacked to use up vital forces.  Then they attacked in large force 
throughout Europe, along the eastern American seaboard, and 
throughout the orient.

When they had finished, the domes around New York and D.C. had been 
connected into a long oval dome that covered most of the states of 
New Jersey and Maryland, and good chunks of Delaware and 
Pennsylvania.  They established new domes in every capitol west of 
Poland, and most of the larger cities of Western Europe.  And 
although not domed, Japan had fallen to armed forces of the Dark 
Alliance.  Mystic flying disks, manned by norms with mystic bolt 
throwers patrolled the borders, shooting down anything that got close.

It was after this next battery of land grabs that the Submission 
Treaty was signed by many nations near to Egypt.  Saudi Arabia, and 
most of the nations near it, Qatar, Yemen, Kuwait, and the United 
Arab Emirates, signed on.  In Africa, Chad, Algeria, Tunisia, and 
Morocco all signed on.  Many commented that it was the first time in 
centuries that all these nations agreed on anything.  Within just a 
few days of the Dark Alliance's attacks, Northern Africa and most of 
the Middle East were surrounded by a powerful magic dome.

It seemed that we may have had a chance with the Sphinx, but things 
would get worse before they got better.

************

[Sarah]

After the Sphinx expanded the dome over the other countries that 
agreed to submit to rule by Egypt rather than rule by the Dark 
Alliance, the councils called for a late meeting to decide to do 
something about the recent wins by the darkies.  The meeting was set 
for late afternoon, evening in Houston, where Sam would be attending 
through mystic link with Karasina.  Karasina hated to be away from 
Sam's side, but their link was the only way we could be sure of no 
eavesdropping.  Sam thankfully was recovering well enough, and after 
the story of his almost sacrificing himself to save the acting 
President got out, most of the anti-Witch sentiment was transformed 
to an utter hatred of the Dark Alliance.

I had about two hours between when the meeting was declared and when 
it was to start, so I went upstairs to see Peter and Elena for some 
family time.  Alas, it was not to be.  As soon as I walked into the 
nursery, Peter, who was playing with the baby, said, "It's back," and 
pointed to the corner of the room.

I looked over and saw the Hexatar propped up in the corner.  I wasn't 
surprised.  Since the Hexatar had come to me, I had put it away a 
half dozen times, and every time it just reappears back in a room I'm 
going into.  When I first got it, I took it to the sorceresses to see 
if they could tell me anything about it, but the magic encryption on 
it was too complex to easily decode.

I tried to figure it out myself, but I just don't understand magic 
items.  Why'd the Master send it to me?  And where is he?  We haven't 
heard from him since he sent Elizabeth and Lynnette to Egypt.  From 
the semi-regular reports Travis makes, the CMS is still going strong, 
but neither she (he? it?) nor Travis have heard from the Master 
either.

Looking at the thing once more, I wondered what I was supposed to do 
with it.  Quite frankly, the thing scared and scares me.  Was I 
supposed to carry it into combat?  I don't want to fight.  I'm a 
teacher, not a warrior.  How was I expected to use the damned thing 
anyways?

I tried to ignore it and sat on the floor beside Peter and played 
with Elena for a bit.  After a bit, Peter said, "You can't avoid that 
thing forever.  It won't seem to let you."

I knew he was right.  I got up and went over and got the staff.  It 
was clearly of fine workmanship, with the color and feel of solid 
gold, although it lacked the flexibility of that precious metal.  The 
hexagonal ruby inside the cap at the end of the staff seemed 
flawless, and its clarity was almost like glass.  Holding the staff, 
I could feel the magic within.  It almost hummed with power.  I 
remembered the first time I held the staff shortly after it first 
came to me.  I had been blessed with total knowledge of the staff and 
its workings, but now those thoughts were but shadows in my mind.

As I stood there, I once more realized and said, "I have no idea what 
to do with this."

Peter said, "I think you're going to have to do something with it. 
Otherwise, it'll keep following you around like a puppy."

I knew he was right, but what to do?  The only thing I could think of 
was to cast a spell to show me what the staff could do, but I had 
been warned against that.  The staff's protections might flare 
against me, harming me and/or those around me.  But as Peter said, I 
had to do something with it.  I took the staff in hand and told 
Peter, "I'm going to go down to the training room.  If something goes 
wrong, the shields there should minimize the risk to the rest of the 
house."

Peter told me, "You be careful.  Really careful."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just nodded and left.  I 
went down to the classroom area.  It has the best shields in the 
house.  The best I have ever created (so as to deal with potential 
mishaps from novice students) amplified by sorcerous shields since we 
formed our alliance.  If something had gone wrong, these shields 
should have handled it.

Thankfully, nothing did.

I took the staff in hand and chanted

"Old sweaters create lint and fuzz,
Show me what this staff does"

I felt my magic swirl about and touch the staff.  I felt resistance 
as the staff's protections met my spell.  Then the staff scanned me, 
almost as if it were looking for something.  Finally, it seemed to 
accept me, and its powers and abilities were laid open for me.  It 
wasn't an instantaneous knowledge of what it could do, more like a 
magic instruction book that I could access anytime I wanted.  It 
would take weeks of working with it to really learn to use the staff, 
but at least I had this information.

There was something that confused me, though.  In order for the staff 
to accept me, a pattern of my bio-magic essence had to be impressed 
on the staff first.  That's not something that can be hidden.  In 
order to get it, you have to do a deep scan, a scan that goes deep 
into the depths of a person, body and soul.  Where the hell did the 
Master get that deep a scan of me?!

************

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