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It's done!  The final installments of the WITCH CHRONICLES are 
finished.  Since it is finished, a little history first.  In the last 
week of October of '97, I had finished my second published story and 
came up with an idea for a third.  My first two stories had been 
sci-fi, so I wanted to come up with a fantasy story.  My first two 
stories were also standard third person, so I wanted to stretch 
myself and see if I could write a story in the first person.  Combine 
that with the proximity to Halloween and "A TG Witch's Tale" is born. 
It was late for Halloween, but that's okay.  Despite the Witches, it 
wasn't really a Halloween story.

I never intended a sequel but a couple months later, in the last days 
of '97, a story idea came to mind.  Up to then, all tg stories I had 
read were male to female/shemale.  I wanted to write a female to 
shemale story.  I also wanted to write the same story from two points 
of view.  And Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth and Elizabeth's Story-Lynn 
was born.

In May of '98, I had had my fill of "abusive mother transforms boy" 
stories so the kernel of "I Was a Teen Sorceress" came to me, a story 
where the mother loves her son and is forced to change him 
unwillingly.  A disclaimer: Parallels have been drawn between the 
first part of Teen Sorceress and Tigger's "Change of Direction". 
Although some of the parallels are profound, I had not read Tigger's 
story prior to writing Teen Sorceress.  I also want to say that I 
think "Change of Direction" is one of the best stories I've read. 
Anyway, Teen Sorceress got tied to the other stories and the three 
part story came to be.

In August of '98, I started the "war".  I decided to publish each 
major segment as I finished it.  Since I just finished, aren't you 
glad I did?

Read to the end for details about WITCH CHRONICLES 13:Aftermath.

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
WITCH CHRONICLES 011 - The War-Middle Game
WITCH CHRONICLES 012 - The War-Endgame

If you missed any or all of the previous installments let me know 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 00007:
    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
       Government file 00012:  The War-Endgame

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-Endgame

[Quentin Dargent]

I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the 
war.  After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest 
before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all 
down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely 
military report.

I've been told that they have retrieved my and my beloved (told you 
it wasn't going to be extremely military) Beryl's logs of our month 
after the Dark Alliance struck, so I'll describe what happened in 
that bar and go from there.

We were being ordered by the Dark Alliance troops to come out and our 
collars were tugging and burning in an attempt to force compliance. 
However they knew we were there, they did know, and I knew they 
wouldn't leave until we either came out or were unconscious and they 
could come in.  That was when Beryl stood and made her announcement 
about sacrificing herself to allow me a chance to escape.  From a 
military standpoint, I knew it was the smartest thing to do.  Beryl 
was far less likely to be able to manage an escape alone, but that 
was exactly why I couldn't let her sacrifice herself to those 
terrorists.  She was a civilian in almost the most nonmilitary way 
she could be.  She'd never handle the punishment the Dark Alliance 
would most likely dish out for escaping.

Now I can imagine what the strategists would say, acceptable losses, 
blah, blah, optimal success scenario, blah, blah, but I couldn't let 
her sacrifice herself that way.  So when she turned after making her 
announcement, I picked up a mug and whacked her on the back of her 
head and knocked her out.  After making sure she was okay and hiding 
her body, I went outside.

There were eight transformed soldiers and one normal man.  I was 
getting a feel for magic, because I could sense this man was a 
sorcerer.  I walked up to them and surrendered.  The sorcerer 
attached a chain to my collar, apparently not trusting it alone to 
restrain me any more.  He asked me, "Where's the girl you were with?"

I told him that we had separated days before.  He just rolled his 
eyes.  He turned away from me and told one of his "men," "Go into the 
building and search it out."

When I said, "You're only wasting your time," he snapped his head 
towards me, not in anger, but with a look of surprise on his face.

What did surprise me was that his soldier said, "Sir, if she's not in 
there, perhaps we should just go back."

The sorcerer ignored him for a few seconds before saying, "I said go 
in and search the building," at no point letting his eyes off of me.

I said, "She's not in there."

The soldier said, "Sir, do you-"

The sorcerer held up his hand in a halting gesture.  I expected him 
to be angry, both at my defiance and at the soldier's disobedience, 
but he seemed only curious.  Finally, in a voice barely above a 
whisper, he said, "A spont."  He made a decision, turned back to his 
jeep, and said, "We return to D.C.  Form up."  He secured the other 
end of the chain on my collar to the back of his jeep, and the men 
formed a box around me.  He got into the jeep and told his driver to 
move out.

He kept us at a fair clip, but nothing I couldn't handle.  As we 
drove, he would occasionally look back at me, although I wasn't sure 
whether it was to make sure I wasn't trying anything, or for some 
other reason.  We drove back to D.C. to a big office building.  He 
got out and walked up to the main door.  He was met by an important 
looking man.  They weren't close enough for me to hear, but I could 
see them clearly.  They had a brief discussion which became a short 
argument before the man who caught me pointed at me and said 
something.  The new guy stared at me intently for a few seconds 
before saying something and going inside.

My guy came back to me, took my chain, told me to follow, and brought 
me inside.  We went up to the penthouse offices and entered one where 
the other man I saw outside was waiting.  The  office was a plush 
one, decorated more like a living room than an office, complete with 
bar and couches.  The new guy told my guy that the chain wouldn't be 
necessary.  Without a word, the chain was removed, and my guy left us 
alone.

The new guy walked towards the bar in the room and asked, "Can I get 
you anything?  The bar is fully stocked."

"No, thanks."

"Do you mind if I?"

"Would it matter if I did?"

"If you had a real problem with it, I could hold off."

"No, I don't mind."

He went behind the bar and poured himself a drink.  As he filled his 
glass, he said, "Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Ford 
Kerrigan.  I have recently been placed in charge of the North America 
occupation force, thanks in some small part to you."

"Me?  How do you figure?"

"Your escape and evasion of capture did not shine favorably on my 
predecessor, although I think his attempt to cover up your actions 
was more harmful than anything you did."

"Goody.  So what's this?  You thanking me?"

"Not exactly."  He came out from behind the bar.  "I'm offering you a job."

I was so stunned that it took me a few seconds before I could say, 
"You must be kidding."

"I rarely kid, lieutenant.  The Dark Alliance appreciates ability. 
You managed a spur of the moment escape, and then, despite a dragnet, 
managed to avoid capture for two weeks.  That impresses me.  I want 
you working for me."

"Forget it, I only work for the U.S.A."

He took out a disk the size of a small plate.  He held it out 
parallel to the floor and it hovered there.  He touched the edge and 
a glowing hologram of earth appeared above it.  There was a big, red 
spot covering a good chunk of northeast America, Europe was entirely 
red, and the Orient was almost entirely covered, but in a series of 
small red dots rather than one big spot.  He told me, "The red shows 
what we've taken.  Most of that was taken in the last week. 
Conservative estimates say the war will last six more weeks at most. 
Your U.S.A. is doomed."

"I wouldn't count the United States down and out quite yet, and even 
if America was doomed, I still wouldn't betray my oaths and join you."

"So there's nothing I could say to convince you to join us?  No 
incentive I could offer?"

"No."

"What about that young lady you escaped with?"  I guess my feelings 
slipped through because he said, "I see I've touched on something. 
You have feelings for the girl.  How about I give her to you?  Join 
us and she's yours.  No one else will touch her except with your 
permission."

"Is this the point where you tell me that if I don't join, you'll 
take her and torture her until I do?"

"Don't be silly.  She and you aren't worth the effort.  If you don't 
join us, when she's recaptured, and she will be recaptured, she will 
be tossed back into the general slave pens, to live out the rest of 
her life there.  Unless she attracts the attention of someone else. 
Only by joining us can you ensure her safety."

"Even if I was willing, you can't be trusted.  You'd obey the letter 
of your promise only, exploiting any loophole you could in order to 
get what you wanted."

"True.  I won't even try to deny it.  So I'll make you a deal.  You 
join us, willingly and knowingly allow yourself to be bonded so that 
disobedience is not an option and I'll give you... a wish, if you 
will.  Phrase it however you'd like.  I guarantee you'll get it."

I've got to admit it.  I was tempted.  Such was the intensity of my 
feelings for Beryl that I was actually considering setting aside my 
oaths to service and country for the chance at her safety.  But there 
was something wrong.  I couldn't shake the feeling that there was 
something he wasn't telling me.  I also knew that Beryl might never 
forgive me for joining them, so I told him, "No.  I can't take the 
chance."

"Pity.  It would've made things easier for both of us."  He got up 
and returned to the bar.  The man who captured me walked in; I assume 
summoned by some hidden or magical signal.  Without looking back at 
either of us, Kerrigan said, "Take him to the White House where a 
closer eye can be kept on him."

My captor said, "Sir, is that wise?  With the meta-generator there-" 
Kerrigan turned on his subordinate with an angry look, and without so 
much as a word of warning, the man exploded in a blast of light. 
Kerrigan turned his gaze on me, muttered some words and all knowledge 
of the past few seconds was wiped from my mind.

A few seconds later, another man came in.  Kerrigan told him to bring 
me to the White House.  He attached a chain to my collar and escorted 
me from the building.  I was driven, this time in the car, to the 
White House.  I was brought into some meeting room, forced to my 
knees, and then he put the chain down beside me.

After he left, I tried to move the chain, but it wouldn't budge.  I 
heard, "It's useless.  The chain bonds to whatever surface it touches 
and won't release except by the mental command of a dark sorcerer who 
holds it."

I turned my head and saw President Bruce Harding.  Physically he 
looked basically the same, except for the enormous pair of breasts on 
his chest.  He was also wearing a dress.  Unlike me, he wasn't real 
feminine, he just looked like a guy with tits in a dress.  He came 
around and sat in front of me.  He asked, "I understand you've been 
offered a place in the new order but you turned it down.  I don't 
suppose I could, as your Commander-in-chief, order you to join?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but judging from your current physical state, I can 
only assume you're under the magical control of the Dark Alliance."

"I thought as much, but for the record, I'm not under their control." 
He reached down and picked up the chain as though it weren't attached 
to anything but my collar.  "I'm one of them."

"You've joined them?  How could you betray your country?"

"Wise up, soldier.  Democracy has been a nice game, but it's a failed 
system.  Good laws get mired in congressional bureaucracy, or some 
politician thwarts it because he's paid to, or simply because he 
doesn't want somebody he disagrees with to get credit for something 
he couldn't come up with.  Most Americans don't even bother 
exercising their right to vote.  It's time for a new order, with a 
single person in charge making people accept what's best.  My wife 
showed me that."

I felt a brief pang of sympathy for the President.  Most knew his 
story.  Three years into his first term, his first wife had been 
killed by a terrorist's bomb.  The President threw himself into his 
work.  On his reelection bid, he had received a landslide victory, 
although most theorized that it had been due to the sympathy factor 
over his deceased wife.

A year after the election, the President had revealed that he had 
fallen in love with and married one of his interns in a secret 
ceremony.  There was a bit of a hullaballoo when a high school friend 
revealed that they had carried on a secret lesbian affair.  The girl, 
Mary Pritchard, had simply revealed that she was bisexual, but had 
always been devoted to a single person at a time.  Some extremist 
politicos had tried to make a stink about it, but there wasn't much 
that could be done.  She didn't try to get involved in any politics, 
and since the position of First Lady wasn't controllable by anybody 
but the President, there was nothing to be done.

But I guessed that the woman was a dark sorceress who wormed her way 
into the President's life, exploiting his lost wife, and converting 
him to their cause.  But I couldn't let my sympathy for his pain 
deter me.  The President had betrayed his country.  I had to try 
something.

"So you betrayed your country for power?  So that you could rule in 
the new order?"

"No.  I'm not so arrogant as to believe I could control the reins to 
the entire world.  But the leader of the Dark Alliance can."

"At the cost of freedom and personal liberty for all."

"Freedom must be earned, lieutenant.  Most already let others tell 
them what to think, how to act, what to do.  These people don't 
deserve choice.  The Dark Alliance just doesn't pretend otherwise."

"The Dark Alliance will never succeed."

"Why?  Because good always wins?  Don't be naive.  Join us or serve 
as a slave."

"I will never join you.  And I know your limits.  Unless I accept 
your spells in some way, you can't permanently alter my mind. 
Somehow I will find a way to escape and stop you."

He just smiled.  "Soon, lieutenant, you won't want to escape. 
Although it is true that permanent mental changes are almost 
impossible on an actively resisting target, temporary spells that are 
constantly refreshed do almost the same thing."

"But that requires constant energy.  Eventually you will slip."

"Ah, but there's something you don't know.  Every dark mage is 
granted a... special ability.  It costs no energy, so it's easy to 
refresh.  My special ability," he yanked the chain, and I fell into 
his grip; as soon as he touched me, I had an overwhelming desire to 
get fucked by him, "is the ability to control the sexual desires of 
anyone I touch."

Quite frankly, thanks to his touch, I didn't really care about his 
explanation.  The only thing I could think of was how I was going to 
get his cock in my ass.  I rubbed my body up against him and cooed, 
"Please, sir, could you fuck me?  Please?"

"Of course, dearie, but first you need to get me hard."  He leaned 
back, pushing his hips forward.  It wasn't hard to figure what he 
wanted, so I leaned over him, got his dick out of his pants, and gave 
him a wet, sloppy blow job.  Once he was hard, I let him out of my 
mouth, and, panting lustily, I asked, "Would you fuck me now? 
Please?"

"I guess I could do that.  Climb on up here, dearie."  I stood, 
stripped off my pants, and climbed up, straddled his lap, steadied 
his dick, and lowered myself onto him.  As soon as I was all the way 
down on him, a bit of my lusts were assuaged, but it wasn't enough. 
I bounced up and down on him, needing his cum in my ass.  He grabbed 
my breasts, licking them passionately while rubbing me all over.  He 
didn't cum right then, but I did.  He shoved me on the floor, saying, 
"On your hands and knees, wench."

I actually pouted and whined, "You didn't cum."

"I will, doing you doggie style."  I almost hurt myself getting on my 
hands and knees and presenting my ass to him.  He got behind me, 
pressed his still hard dick into my ass, grabbed my hips and started 
pounding away.  I was nothing but a fuck toy at that point, but I 
didn't care.

After he came, things immediately changed.  All the lust was gone and 
I was, mentally, back to normal.  I was also sick.  If I could've, I 
would've either decked the President or gotten the fuck out of there, 
but he had dropped the chain, and my neck was now chained down at an 
arm's length from the floor.

He said, "Do you understand now?  I can make you desire anything, and 
you will do anything to get what I make you desire.  Simply by 
withholding that, you become my slave."

"And it doesn't bother you to rape me?"

"Not really.  Of course, you could end it all just by joining us."

"Go to fucking hell."

"Tsk, tsk, such language.  We're going to have to do something about that."

He reached for me.  Knowing what he was going to do, I tried to get 
away, but it was no use.  Just before he touched me, I asked, "What 
does your wife think of your fucking other people?"

"She loves it.  She loves the idea of passing her lovers around like 
property.  Fact is, her lovers didn't cheat on her, she enchanted 
them to fuck other people."  He touched me and once more I was 
overwhelmed with the need to get fucked by him.  He disconnected the 
chain, saying, "We won't need this anymore.  You won't try get away, 
will you?"

"Oh, no, sir."  And I meant it.  Getting away would have meant losing 
any opportunity to get the President inside me again.  "I need you. 
Could you fuck me again?  Fill me with your seed?"

"Looking like that?  I think not.  If you ever want me to fuck you 
again, you will become the most ultra-feminine maid I have on staff. 
That means female clothes, make-up, and never any pants.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir, but where can I get such garments?"

"In the servants' quarters.  You can get directions from my Secret 
Service man outside."

"Thank you, sir."  I almost ran outside.  Waiting outside was one of 
those cookie cutter Secret Service guys, dark suit, dark glasses, ear 
plug.  I got directions and ran off.  As I went, I briefly mused on 
why Secret Service men would be needed.  Between the President's and 
his wife's magic, as well as their connection to the Dark Alliance, 
any gun armed thugs would be somewhat superfluous.  I supposed that 
it was an image thing.

When I got to the servants' area, I found that the standard garb had 
definitely been modified.  Modern maid uniforms tended to the simple 
and functional, smocks for protection rather than pretty little 
scraps of cloth designed to show off the assets of the wearer.  The 
clothes I found tended towards the latter.  I picked out this dainty, 
feminine thing, a French maid's outfit, I think, along with some 
appropriate undergarments.  After dressing, I took the make-up that 
was there and put some on.  I had no idea what I was doing, and I put 
on way too much.  I came out looking whorish, but it was the best I 
could do.

I returned to the room I had left.  The previous Secret Service man 
was still there, but he had been joined by another.  This one, like 
the President, was a man with boobs.  He wasn't wearing the same 
Secret Service outfit as the other, but rather a white, frilly blouse 
with black skirt and jacket.  I nodded to them before going inside.

Inside, the President had been joined by the First Lady, a pretty 
blonde with large boobs.  The President was on his hands and knees. 
The First Lady was sitting naked behind him, finger fucking his ass, 
and drinking something out of a fluted wine glass.  When I walked in, 
she asked, "Is this our new girl?"

The President looked over, saw me, said, "Yeah, that's her," and 
returned to enjoying his finger fucking.

The First Lady put her glass down, saying, "Finally."  She waved her 
hand down her body.  There was a brief shimmer and the First Lady 
transformed into something radically different.  From the ground up, 
her crotch had changed, her cunt having become a dick, a rather large 
one; her breasts were now far more massive, a little larger than the 
President's; and her head had become a dog's head, a German 
Shepherd's.

She got up on her knees behind the President, put her dick to his 
ass, shoved in, and began pumping away.  I waited patiently until she 
finished, screaming in orgasm.  She pulled out, sat down, and said, 
"Finish yourself off."  The President rolled onto his butt, pulled 
the hem of his skirt up, took his dick and a breast in hand, and 
masturbated himself to orgasm.  After he finished, she ran her finger 
from his ass up, twirling it through the semen he had ejaculated, 
mixing both their semen before lifting it to his mouth.  He avidly 
sucked the proffered finger into his mouth, bobbing on it like a 
little cock before letting it from his mouth.

She licked his cheek and said, "Love, I want to play with the new 
girl by myself.  Why don't you go recharge?"

A brief grimace crossed his face before saying, "Yes, dear," getting 
up, and heading towards the exit.  As he passed me, he said, "If you 
would have any chance of getting fucked by me, then you will never 
deny my wife a thing," and that was all it took.  Thanks to that 
compulsion the President had placed upon me, there was no way I could 
deny him, and thus her, anything.

The President left, and the First Lady said, "Come here."  I 
dutifully obeyed, whereupon she scrutinized me like a piece of choice 
meat.  Finally, she said, "A bit too feminine for my preferences, but 
definitely doable.  Turn around and bend over."  I did as I was told, 
and she pulled the panties I was wearing down.  She took her dick, 
shoved it into me, and with less concern than she had shown her 
"loving husband," she shoved into me and fucked me until orgasm, 
hers, not mine.  She showed so little concern for my pleasure that I 
was really no closer to orgasm than when she had started.

After she finished, she said, "Not bad, but I don't suppose you have 
a choice.  The spell that transformed you turned you into a little 
sex pot, didn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She sat on the edge of the couch and leaned back.  "Come over here 
and skewer yourself on my dick."  I once again obeyed, thinking only 
of the President as I did.  She bounced me on her, licking my breasts 
with her dog tongue, once again showing an almost casual disregard 
for me and my pleasure.

After she orgasmed, she just sat there, so I took the opportunity and 
asked, "Mistress, the President said that all dark mages have a 
special ability.  May I ask what yours is?"

"Special ability?" she said, not seeming to know what I was talking 
about.  Then she got it and said, "Oh, yes, we're not to use... that 
term around you."  I couldn't help but wonder what term it was, but 
she continued, "My 'special ability' is my dick.  I've always gotten 
an erotic thrill over the thought of shemale sex, both with and as 
one, so when I was offered a... special ability, I chose to get a 
dick."

"Where'd the dog's head come from?"

"All things have a cost.  Mine was my beauty.  I can't have both my 
dick and my beautiful face at the same time."

"And the cost for the President's special ability?"

"Now, now, don't pry.  Speaking of costs, it's time for you to earn 
your keep.  Go back to the servants' quarters and look for a large 
black woman named Shawna.  She's the head of staff.  She'll tell you 
what to do."

I left, feeling only disgust with myself.

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

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INT:  Welcome back.  We're here with Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams, 
two White Sisterhood sorceresses who played such pivotal role in the 
recent Restoration War.  [Turns to Jenny and Wanda.]  We had just 
discussed events in the Middle East and, not to be too insensitive, 
the death of the Sphinx and your discovery... of certain other things.

Jenny:  My mother's rape by Dorina Tempus.  [Wanda takes Jenny's hand 
in moral support.]

INT:  Are you going to be able to continue?

Jenny:  Yes, it's just rough.  Dorina Tempus, above all else, was a 
master of emotional manipulation.  Even now, just remembering it ties 
me up in knots.

INT:  Okay, then by way of a quick recap, Dorina Tempus had just 
slain the Sphinx, forcing you to take over control of the spells 
protecting north Africa from the Dark Alliance.  She then tried to 
bait you into a confrontation by revealing that she had killed your 
father and raped your mother in their last encounter.  She also 
revealed that the war would end on the day that the two of you 
fought.  What happened after that?

Jenny:  There was some set up to do in Egypt so that the shields 
wouldn't come down.  After that, I delayed and puttered about for the 
rest of the day, not wanting to face my mother.  Early the next day, 
Wanda just looked at me and said, "It's time."  I knew she was right, 
so we went home.

After making my report of what had happened in Egypt, I got my mom 
and told her I needed to talk to her alone.  We went to the den that 
Daphne had brought me to when I first came to the mansion.  Once the 
door was closed behind us, mom asked me what was up.  I said, "Mom, 
Dorina Tempus told us that you and she had an earlier encounter, and 
that at the end of it, she... raped you."

Mom looked away shamefully and I blurted out, "It's true, isn't it?!"

She looked at me and said, somewhat resignedly, "Yes, it's true."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"For the same reason I didn't tell you that she had killed your 
father.  I was afraid you'd run off and try to kill her; damn the 
consequences."

"And why shouldn't I?  She kidnapped my sister, killed my father, 
raped you, and started this damned war that's hurt and killed I don't 
know how many innocent people.  Why shouldn't I hunt her down and 
kill her?"

Mom remained calm and said, "Jenny, sit down."  I defiantly remained 
standing.  "Jenny Welker, I am still your mother, and you will listen 
to me."  There was a brief, silent battle of wills before I sat down 
in a chair.

Wanda:  Flopped down is more like it.

Jenny:  Fine, I flopped down.  Can I get on with this?  [Wanda kisses 
at Jenny.]  Anyway, after I flopped down, mom got on her knees beside 
me and put her hand gently on my arm.  "Jenny, on the day Dorina 
Tempus and I met, before we battled, I went in to the Temple of 
Dalinor and got a chance to ask the oracle about the future.  It said 
that my daughter and she would fight, and they would do it in a final 
battle on the last day of a war and that only one would walk away 
from that battle."

"So why not just let me deal with her and get it over with?"

"Because you're not ready!  Jenny, you have always been headstrong 
and had a mean streak to you.  It was never a big thing because you 
always used it positively, to protect those smaller and weaker than 
you.  But if you go charging against this woman right now, she will 
take you apart!  She will be the one to walk away, not you."

I turned away, refusing to want to admit that mom was right.  She 
turned my face back to hers.  "Jenny, you have always done things 
your way, being headstrong to the point of recklessness, but that 
won't work against Dorina Tempus.  I have faced this woman; you have 
not.  I lost your father to her.  I have, at least temporarily, lost 
my baby girl to her.  Don't you think I want her dealt with as much 
as you?  But if you go up against her right now, she will kill you, 
and I don't think I could stand that.  I had hoped that training 
would curb your impulsiveness, but it only blunted it, and only a 
little bit, at that.  For the sake of me, Bambi, and the world, 
before you can confront her, you need to learn discipline, learn 
restraint, and, god help me, I just don't know how to give that to 
you."

Then I felt Wanda put her hand on my shoulder.

Wanda:  I told her, "Jenny, my love, I know how your mother feels. 
Few in the Sisterhood know of the prophecy of your confrontation with 
Dorina.  When the job of bringing you into the order fell to me, I 
was informed.  I never expected to fall in love with you, but I have. 
Now, every time we went into battle, I lived with the fear that 
Dorina would jump out of nowhere, start a fight, and kill you."  I 
then wrapped my arms around her.  "I don't want to lose you, Jenny. 
Listen to your mother."

INT:  What was your response to that?

Jenny:  What could I do?  With both Wanda and my mom asking me to 
exercise restraint, I just asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Mom said, "I don't know."

Wanda:  "Maybe the Witches can help us.  Check with Sarah."

Jenny:  And with that, I got up and went to find Sarah.

INT:  And with that, I'm afraid we've got to go another commercial 
break.  I've also been informed by my producer that we've been 
receiving a number of emails and calls complaining about the number 
of breaks we're taking.  I can only say that this interview has 
already run long.  We're having to add extra breaks so that local 
stations can air the commercial time they've already sold and afford 
to carry the interview in its entirety, and we ask for your patience.

Thank you.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

I had just finished reading over Reginald's last report.  It was a 
couple of days later when Beckman made his presence known once more, 
destroying another minor outpost.  The only difference was that he 
was alone.  We had lost two accomplished mages and all we had gained 
was the neutralization, perhaps only temporarily, of the 
shapeshifting construct.  Damn it, that boy had to be stopped.

It's ironic.  If I'd have had to choose a single threat that was the 
biggest threat to our plans, it wouldn't have been the Light 
Alliance, it would have been the boy.  With all our power, with all 
our preparation, the Dark Alliance is an organization of power plays, 
back biting, and internal politicking that would make Machiavelli 
cringe.  As a result, the major powers had to be kept close to me so 
that I could keep them in line.  If Beckman found us and let the 
Light Alliance know where our base was, they could make a combined 
assault and decimate us.

I strode down the hall to the cells, the less plush ones.  Monica 
would be working over her sister, trying to get Louise to go back to 
being Alice.  From what I was hearing, she wasn't having much 
success, but that would have to wait.  Monica would be my tool 
against the boy.  She had succeeded against him before.  If she 
failed, I would have to deal with him personally.

When I walked in, Louise was in the same place as she was when she 
had first been brought in.  Her feet had been chained down, there was 
a chain securing her equine midsection to the floor, a chain going 
from her collared neck to the ceiling, and her hands were cuffed 
behind her back.  It was, perhaps, overkill, but a centaur's body is 
deceptively powerful.

I waited for a bit to see how Monica was handling her sister.  Monica 
had morphed the fingers of her hand into long, whip like tendrils. 
 From the marks on Louise's back, I guessed that Monica had been using 
those tendrils to whip a resistant Louise.  Monica walked around her 
sister and asked, "Once again, what's your name?"

Through gritted teeth, Louise replied, "My name is Louise."

Monica vengefully whipped her sister, yelling, "No, no, no!  Your 
name is Alice!"

I decided to intervene and called her over.  She came over to me and 
asked, "What would you like from me, ma'am?"

"I have an assignment for you."  When she hesitated, looking back to 
her sister, I asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Only in that I don't want to lose ground with Alice."

"Can't be helped.  The Beckman boy, the one with the sword who you 
fought when you took your sister, is becoming a true annoyance.  I'm 
assigning you his destruction."

She looked at her hands, now morphed back to normal.  "Good.  I've 
been looking for a rematch.  My claws have just recently finished 
regrowing.  I wish you would've warned me that regrowing these claws 
would take so long and be as itchy as they have been."

"The itching is a remnant of the original pain of bonding.  As for 
the time, I didn't think it would be an issue.  Lose only three 
hounds and your claws would've regrown in a day, but every hound 
doubles the time.  I didn't expect you to lose all ten hounds."

"So where is he?  Where is Beckman?"

"At this point, unknown.  He's somewhere in the city; that's all we know."

"You don't give a girl much to go on."

"Regardless, it will be your job to find and destroy the boy."

"I guess Alice will just have to wait."

"If you wish, I can have one of the professional brainwashers work on 
your sister."

"No!  Alice is mine!  I and I alone will make her accept that!"

"As you wish.  I would suggest that you at least have a sorcerer 
change her back to human form.  Her equine body gives her extra 
stamina and only makes your job harder."

"No.  I will make her beg me to return her to human form."

"As you wish, but your current assignment stands.  Eliminate Travis Beckman."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Monica left, Louise said, "She'll fail.  I am who I am.  With 
the help of that dominatrix she hired, Monica stole that once.  Never 
again."

I just shrugged and left.  Louise was probably right.  She had been 
under the care of a Witch who specialized in mental spells.  It would 
likely take magic to break her, and Monica didn't seem willing to do 
that.  Monica would probably kill her sister first.

Not that I cared, I had a war to run.

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

[Lin Su]

After the domes went down, I moved as fast as I could, getting inside 
in plenty of time, but when the domes went back up, the boundary was 
a lot further behind me than I thought it would be.  It was clear 
that the amount of territory now under the dome was much greater, but 
there was nothing I could do about that.  I gave a brief prayer that 
the Light Alliance would be able to handle the new domes and headed 
towards D.C.

For a couple of days, I worked my way towards the U.S. capitol.  I 
couldn't move in a straight line; there was too much risk of getting 
caught in the open by roving patrols.  I likewise couldn't use magic, 
at least nothing bigger than internalized amplifiers; the detection 
spells were oppressively present.  I could've used spells in and 
around the New York city limits since the detection spells were a lot 
lighter, but the further I got from the city, the heavier those 
spells got.  It made sense.  You wouldn't want the spells going off 
on your own people as they terrorized the populace.

I had to skirt the edges of populated areas, avoiding any kind of 
encounter with anyone.  It was harder than it seemed.  I had been 
trained to fight the Dark Alliance wherever I found them.  In order 
to maintain secrecy, I had to pass up so much abuse by dark sorcerers.

But I wasn't able to totally avoid getting involved.  A few miles 
outside New York city, I was forced to hide in a car that had 
recently crashed as a family was marched down the road.  A mother, 
father, and four kids (including one baby) were being escorted by 
three soldiers, two men transformed into shemales and one woman in a 
dominatrix outfit.  The baby was being carried by the mother, and the 
father was carrying a young toddler girl.  The two older children, 
one girl, one boy, only five and eight at best guess, were being 
marched along at the same pace as the parents.

Almost as if by fate, as they marched by me, the five year old 
dropped to her knees.  One of the shemale soldiers stepped up to her 
and kicked her, yelling, "Get up!"

The mother went to her child's side and said, "Please, she's just a 
little girl.  She's not used to this pace."

The woman soldier said, "She should have thought about that before 
she mouthed off to me."

Apparently, the entire family was being punished for something a five 
year old child had said.  I couldn't stay still and burst from the 
car.  My strength, speed, and stamina had all been magically 
amplified, and I made short work of all three soldiers.  After they 
were down, I went over and checked on the girl.  After a quick scan, 
I said, "She's just exhausted.  The kick didn't hurt her."

The mother said, "Thank god," and hugged her daughter.

The father asked, "How can we thank you?"

"Don't thank me yet.  You're not safe yet."

I went over to the fallen soldiers and the father asked, "What are 
you going to do with them?"

"I'm not sure yet.  Try to fix them, I hope."

The eight year old boy asked, "Fix them?  Like puppies?"

I had to smile at that.  "No.  I find it hard to believe that these 
people are as brutal as they seemed.  I'm hoping that the Dark 
Alliance has monkeyed around with their personalities with spells 
that I can undo."

The mother asked, "Spells?  You're a... sorceress?" and clutched her 
daughter and baby protectively to her chest.  I didn't begrudge her 
her reaction.  The only exposure to magic they had so  far had been 
the magic of the Dark Alliance.

"Yes, but one of the good ones.  Not all who use magic are like the 
Dark Alliance."

The boy asked, "You're like Merlin?"  I smiled at that.  The boy was 
probably thinking of stories of King Arthur and Merlin where Merlin 
was a kind, beneficent aide.  Fact is, there was a Merlin and he did 
help Arthur to become king, but that was about the end of the truth. 
Merlin was an unaffiliated, scheming, manipulating sorcerer who 
helped others only if he got something out of it.

But it wasn't the time to go into a sorcerous history lesson, so I 
just smiled and said, "Yeah, like Merlin."

"That's cool."

"Yes, but I need to concentrate, so if I could have some silence." 
The family stayed quiet as I scanned the two shemale soldiers, 
finding I was right.  They were being controlled mentally by spells. 
After a quick scan, I started disassembling the spells.  Unlike the 
spells that had changed their bodies, each had individual spells on 
their minds.  That made my job a little easier in that the totality 
of the spell was smaller and thus easier to scan.  It made my job 
harder in that each person had to be dealt with separately.

Tactically, it made sense.  By using a mass spell to transform their 
bodies, the likelihood of undoing the spell was minimal, and even 
though individual spells were easier to undo, having one person freed 
wouldn't affect the others who were being controlled.  And, judging 
by my scans of the spells, if you did manage to undo the physical 
transformation without removing the mental controls, everyone who 
hadn't been mentally freed would actually ask to be returned to their 
transformed state.

It took me about two minutes to decode the spells on the first 
shemale, formulate the counter, and cast it.  The second shemale took 
only fifteen seconds since the spells on him/her were so similar to 
the first.  The woman took another couple minutes since her spells 
were distinctively different from the others.

I finished up and said, "Done.  They're free of the dark control."

The father asked, "So now what?  You cast a spell to get us all out of here?"

"No.  There are too many detection spells going for me to cast a 
spell of that magnitude, and even if I could, we're headed in 
different directions.  I can't tell you where, but you need to head 
out of the dome."

"What about our home?"

"You can come back after the war is over.  Trust me,  you don't want 
to chance falling into the Dark Alliance's hands again."

"How are we supposed to get all the way to and through the dome?"

"That's what these three are for.  They'll escort you as far as you 
can get."  They were clearly dubious of the wisdom of my actions, but 
said nothing as we sat down and waited for the soldiers to recover.

About fifteen minutes later, the soldiers started to stir.  The 
first, one of the shemales, raised up and rubbed her head.  When she 
saw the family she had been terrorizing, she said, "Oh my god, what 
did I do?"

Her sudden outburst woke the others up.  There was a brief bit of 
confusion and a bit of a row as they realized what they had done and 
made profuse apologies to the family.  At that point, they tried to 
make introductions, but I wouldn't let them.  God forbid, if one of 
our groups were captured, knowing the names of the other group could 
provide a lead for hunters to chase me or them down.

After explaining my plan, the soldiers agreed to escort the family 
out of the dome.  I told them that if they couldn't get through the 
dome, they needed to keep moving in order to keep the Dark Alliance 
from finding them.  It wasn't a sure plan, but it was their best bet.

We parted ways after that.  I hadn't made much distance in two days 
and I had to keep going.  I not only had to make it to D.C., I had to 
get the lay of the land and find the primary generator to the 
shields.  If I didn't, the world was lost.

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

[Corporal Lewis Remus]

[From a report made after Corporal Remus and his party escaped from 
the North American dome.]

After the Asian sorceress who freed us left, we set up camp.  It was 
getting late and we would need our rest before heading to the dome. 
More accurately, the family that had been entrusted to our care would 
need their rest.  We had marched them pretty hard the day before.

I've been told to include a report of the effects of the spells that 
were placed on us.  The first spell made us subservient to the Dark 
Alliance first and the female soldiers who had been transformed 
alongside us second.  The next spell was one that made us accept our 
new bodies as normal and regular.  Back in the camps, after they made 
their offer, more than a few guys had said they couldn't handle 
looking like handle looking like women, and they had to accept the 
Dark Alliance's offer just to get back to being men.  I found it kind 
of funny that after those spells, these guys strutted around, their 
breasts thrust out, trying to look as sexy and female as possible.

I suppose if that had been all that had been done, it wouldn't have 
been so bad, but they monkeyed with our heads a lot further.  They 
gave us an almost ravenous desire for sex, with anyone, any time, 
anywhere.  If they hadn't given me other orders, I was filling my 
time getting sex, either from other male soldiers, at the behest of 
the female soldiers, or taking it from the civilian, captive 
populace.  I regret to say that I raped more than a few innocent 
people, male and female.

Which brings us to the last spells upon me.  They cast spells that 
buried the good parts, the compassion, mercy, morality, and amplified 
the selfishness, greed, and darker emotions.  It also removed any 
guilt or hesitation about what I did.  Poof, instant sociopath.  They 
tell me that I made these spells possible by accepting their offer. 
I originally intended to say yes, but then try to sabotage them from 
within.  It didn't work out quite like I expected.

Anyway, after we sat up camp, introductions were passed around. 
There were the three of us soldiers, myself, P.F.C. Chris Conrad (my 
best friend), and P.F.C. Jasmine Cole.  It was almost a shock to 
discover that the woman I had been obediently following for the 
better part of the last month was actually lower ranked than I was. 
Obedience had become so habitual, that she almost wound up in charge. 
The family was Rich Morris, his wife Amanda, and their children, 
Daniel, Lisa, Alice, and Denise.  We had some food, which we split up 
and had for dinner.  It wasn't a lot; we hadn't been planning to stay 
out long and had only brought along snacks for three.

One by one, the kids dropped off to sleep until it was just us 
adults.  There was some brief small talk before Rich asked, "So 
what's it like, having breasts?"

Chris immediately said, "Fun.  I get a real thrill when someone takes 
them in hand and strokes them."

I said, "Yeah, but we were programmed to feel that way.  We really 
have no idea what they're like out from under the influence of those 
spells."

Jasmine said, "Actually, Lewis, from the descriptions I've heard, the 
breasts you've been given are highly sensitive, but the sensations 
aren't different from what a woman with highly sensitive breasts 
would feel from similar treatment.  Personally, I've never had that 
sensitive breasts, but I have met girls who would enjoy any treatment 
to their breasts, no matter how rough."

"Maybe, but over the last month, I've done things I normally would've 
had no interest in.  I'll admit to a bit of teenage experimentation, 
but I really have no interest in guys.  However, since my 
transformation, I have done things with guys...  Well, let's just say 
I've done things not discussed openly in polite company, not just 
with transformed soldiers either.  I have... had relations with 
untransformed men, both receiving and dishing out, and at the time, I 
thought I wanted it.  I'm not trusting anything I feel until I spend 
a few days out from under those spells."

"I understand that, but you may not have a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard that lady.  Unless and until they can get everybody who 
was transformed in the D.C. assault together to work on that spell, 
we're stuck like this, you with that body, me with everything hanging 
out.  And trust me, there are times where you have to deal with those 
things and their sensations, whether you like it or not."

"Yeah, but only because I have to.  I may be breast laden, but that 
doesn't mean I have to like these things.  What about you, Chris?"

Without looking at me, he said, "Actually, I was thinking the exact 
opposite."  After a brief pause, he continued, "Before this, I 
never...  I mean I didn't..."

Amanda asked, "You were a virgin?"

"Oh, no.  I wasn't a virgin.  Let's just say 'don't ask, don't tell' 
applies to me.  Breasts were never my thing."  Amanda nodded her 
understanding and looked back to ensure that her children weren't 
awake and hearing things they shouldn't.  "After I was changed into 
this, I found breasts, at least this pair, entrancing.  I like what 
I've become.  If I get a choice in the matter, I don't plan on going 
back.  Don't get me wrong, I won't try to prevent you from going 
back, so if I have to go back so that you can, I will, but given my 
druthers, I'd stay just like this."

I didn't say a thing for a few seconds.  Didn't know what to say.  I 
knew about Chris's being homosexual.  Everybody in the unit did. 
I've heard it works differently in other parts of the Army, but in 
our unit, everybody knew who was gay, but no one cared.  But this? 
How do you respond to your best bud saying he liked looking like a 
girl?

Finally, I asked, "Are you sure?  I mean, are you sure it's not just 
some after effect of the control spells they used on us?"  Chris just 
shrugged, although whether it was an "I don't know" shrug or an "it 
doesn't matter" shrug, I couldn't tell.

Amanda said, "I think we've had enough of weighty discussion.  We're 
going to have to get moving early tomorrow, so we should all get to 
sleep."

I agreed with the modification that the three of us soldiers would 
take watches of two and a half hours a piece.  I took first watch, 
Jasmine second, and Chris third.  We planned on rotating on different 
nights so Jasmine wouldn't always be stuck with the middle shift.

When I woke the next day, the camp was already bustling.  Apparently 
Jasmine had gotten only a couple hours sleep after her shift.  Upon 
waking, since Chris was playing watchdog, she did a little exploring 
and found an abandoned camper with some camping supplies that she 
raided and brought back with her.  It wasn't fancy, but it was better 
than the nothing we had the night before.  The kids were up early and 
Chris was helping Amanda get them ready as Rich made up some 
breakfast.

After breakfast, we returned to the camper, scavenged what we could 
and set out to the west.  We couldn't drive; only Dark Alliance 
agents are allowed to drive, so if we were caught it'd only mean our 
hides.  We decided that west was the best bet because it was closest 
where we could be certain of getting somewhere.  Nobody knew whether 
there were any cities outside the dome to the east, so if we did make 
it out, we might be stranded with the nearest help hundreds of miles 
away.  To the north and south the borders were too far away through 
too many urban centers to be approachable.  That left west through 
the countryside to try to get out somewhere along the western border 
of Pennsylvania.  It wasn't going to be easy, particularly with four 
kids, but we had to try.

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

[General Keith "Katherine" Wilfred]

For three days after the assault, we milled around, doing nothing 
substantial, just waiting for reports to come in, and the reports we 
got weren't good.  The preliminary reports hadn't been  exaggerated. 
We lost 91.3% of the European forces and 15.4% of our own forces when 
the domes expanded.  The Sphinx in Egypt is indeed dead, and, 
although the dome covering Egypt and its new territories is still up, 
it isn't a fraction as strong as it was.

With the depleted forces, we're now having to call in troops and 
armor that we never thought we'd have to.  Russian troops and 
equipment, some of which hasn't seen service since before the fall of 
the Soviet Union, are being pressed into service.  Chinese reserves 
that have never even seen a real battle are being given the controls 
to weapons of mass destruction.  I guess one thing we caught a break 
on was the unrest that pervaded southeast Asia.  Thanks to the years 
of warfare they had lived through, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos had a 
ready supply of experienced soldiers to add to the war effort.

Most modern weapons are available only to the U.S. and China.  Years 
of, well, not really peace, but a lack of open hostility had meant 
that most countries had failed to keep up on the most modern weapons 
available.  The magic that the sorceresses are using on the weapons 
will help to offset that, but only so much can be done.

As for myself, I'm feeling rather harried.  Between organizing and 
keeping covert the worldwide effort to assault the domes in a month, 
acting as liaison for the Light Alliance, and keeping the higher ups 
appraised of everything that's going on, I'm kept very busy.

Captain Callender has been a godsend in helping out.  She keeps 
everything running smoothly.  She makes sure that people who think 
they have something I HAVE to see but don't really from bothering me, 
and she makes sure I am where I have to be when I have to be there. 
Her outfit actually helps to keep annoyances away from me.  Her 
dominatrix outfit is designed to intimidate, partial nudity and all. 
Add to that the intrinsic authority of being my aide de camp, and she 
can keep even arrogant, belligerent colonels out of my hair.

Elizabeth Norman Thompson and Lynnette are still out cold.  The 
sorcerers and Witches tell me they're just exhausted.  The spells 
that saved so much of our assault force wiped them out.  I once went 
sixty hours without sleep and with a lot of exercise, and I only 
wound up sleeping for twenty hours.  I can't imagine what they 
must've gone through to need three days of sleep.

Activity within the domes seems quiet, although with the much larger 
domes, it's damn near impossible to see what's really going on.

For now it's just a big waiting battle.

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

[Elizabeth Thompson Norman]

For four days, Lynn and I have slept.  I'm not surprised.  Quite 
frankly, I'm surprised I made it all the way back to Houston.  I 
figured the spell would give out and we'd teleport to somewhere about 
halfway, maybe two thirds of the way between.  I guess we have 
Lynnette's amplifier spells to thank for our success.  If she hadn't 
been there, I don't think I could've gotten everybody even a third as 
far as we got.  We might not have even made it out of the dome.

I woke up early that day to the morning light streaming in through 
the window.  I climbed out of bed, so groggy that I was barely 
cognizant of where I was.  As I closed the curtains, I wondered more 
why I hadn't been in bed with Lynnette than where I was.  I then 
crawled in bed with Lynn, snuggled up, and went back to sleep.

I guess it was a few hours later that I was waken up to Lynnette's 
kiss.  We smiled a bit at each other before she said, "I guess we 
made it."

"Thanks to you, and without a headache to boot."  That would've been 
the result if I had failed to complete the spell and get everybody to 
Houston.  Yes, I was expecting that result.

Lynn grinned and said, "Too bad.  Helping you get over backlash 
headaches is always fun."

"You're incorrigible."

After another kiss, this one long and deep, Lynn said, "I guess we 
better go see how the war is going."

"I guess we better."  Personally, I could've stayed in bed with Lynn all day.

We got up, got dressed, and went downstairs.  Now I don't know what I 
was expecting when I went down, but it wasn't what I got.  As soon as 
we stepped out of the hotel, I heard a crisp, loud voice yell, 
"Council Witch Elizabeth and sorceress Lynnette present!" and every 
soldier present snapped to attention.  They weren't saluting (I think 
there's a rule about not saluting civilians), but everybody was 
acting as if their bodies had been starched.

A corporal stepped up and said, "Ma'am, I have a vehicle ready and am 
at your disposal as driver to get you anywhere you need to go." 
Parked at the sidewalk was a military Hummer with the engine running. 
We got in and told the driver to take us to wherever General Wilfred 
was.  As we drove, I looked to Lynn to see if she had any idea what 
was going on, but she was as mystified as I was.

We were taken to the airfield that was being used as de facto center 
of operations.  When we got out, there was a lot more of that crisp, 
military attitude.  We were promptly escorted to a tent where the 
general was working.  After he dismissed the driver, I asked him what 
was going on.

He just said, "You two are heroes."

"Heroes?  Why?"

"Because of what you did as the domes came down.  After the initial 
chaos of suddenly being moved across country, it took about fifteen 
minutes before every soldier here and in the assault knew what you 
had done.  And when it became common knowledge that you knocked 
yourself out saving everyone, your feat took on epic proportions. 
And the longer you stayed asleep, the bigger the story and the rumors 
surrounding it got.  Current rumors have you doing anything from 
putting yourself in a coma to fighting off the entire Dark Alliance 
before teleporting."

"We've got to do something about that."

"Don't bother.  When it comes to rumors in the military, the harder 
you try to quash it, the bigger and weirder it's going to get.  If 
somebody says something in your presence, tell them the truth, but 
don't go chasing around trying to stop the rumors."

"I don't know..."

"Trust me on this.  Besides, you deserve it, at least a little better 
than you had been getting.  You kept all the soldiers from being 
captured or worse, and even though I know you were only asleep, you 
still did have to make a personal sacrifice in order to accomplish 
what you did."

"I guess.  So what's happened in the war over the last...  How long 
have we been asleep?"

"Four days.  And things have been pretty quiet; however, you haven't 
seen the results of what you allowed us to escape from."

"How bad is it?"  He showed us maps of Europe and America with 
details of the Dark Alliance's conquests.  "Great maker.  Can the 
Sphinx do anything to help us?"

The general was silent for a few seconds before saying, "After the 
land grab, Dorina Tempus created a weak dome near the African dome, 
lured the Sphinx out to destroy it, and after a far too brief battle, 
killed him."

I was too shocked to speak.  Lynn asked, "Any more bad news?"

"That's the worst of it."

"How about the second strike we have planned?  Are we going to be 
able to pull it off?"

"We think so.  James Cameron is supervising the production of 
magically enhanced weapons.  He's over in Asia right now.  The big 
problem we have is the lack of modern weapons and trained soldiers. 
A lot of the equipment we have is dated, almost obsolete, and we're 
being forced to press reserves and inactive duty soldiers into duty 
just to use it."

"Let's just hope it's enough."

"Amen."

I asked, "What about Sam?  How is he doing?"

"Better than he'll admit.  The vet approved him for flight, but only 
on a strict exercise regimen.  Sam is complaining that after weeks of 
being held back, now they're overworking him.  He's not fooling 
anyone though.  He's just worried about the war."

"Where is he?  I'd like to talk to him."

"After you go outside, look up.  If you don't see him in flight, 
he'll be in the same hangar he was in before."

"Thanks."

Lynn and I went outside and took a look up.  We didn't see him out 
and about, so we headed over to the hangar where he had been 
recovering.  When we went inside, we heard the unmistakable sounds of 
sex between Sam and Karasina.  We turned around and waited outside, 
although I was sorely tempted to stay.  On top of the fact that I've 
always found Karasina to be one of the most attractive women I've 
known, I've always been curious about the logistics of sex between an 
angel and a gryphon.  I know that when a Witch transforms, their 
genitals remain human sized, large perhaps depending on the size of 
the body, but still human.  Louise's husband, Richard, is about nine 
inches, and Sam is a little over twelve inches.  (Okay, I admit I've 
looked.)

I restrained my curiosity though and waited until I heard what I 
thought was climax (Karasina's a screamer) and went inside.  I saw 
Karasina flopped over the edge of Sam's nest, sweat soaked and 
panting heavily with exertion.  She looked up and said, "Hello, 
Elizabeth."

Sam said, "Welcome back to the land of consciousness, heroes."

"It wasn't that big a deal.  I just did what I had to."

"What do you think a hero is?  Usually just someone who does what is 
right despite personal risk or sacrifice.  You were asleep for four 
days.  You may be able to get away with that, 'Gosh, it's no big 
deal,' with the non-magically inclined, but I know better."

"I still wish people wouldn't make a big deal about it."

"Just enjoy it.  Now what can I do for you?"

"Just here to find out what's been going on in the war.  I already 
got the military review from General Wilfred, so I was looking for 
the review of the magical side of things."

"Not much to tell.  After the dome expansion, things have gone pretty 
dead.  The Dark Alliance has withdrawn to within their domes.  James 
is organizing the magical weapon enhancement.  We've only just 
started, but things are going well so far."

"Any word from or about Lin Su?"

"No, but that's to be expected, particularly with the dome expansion."

"Okay.  Anything else you think I should know?"

"Not really.  I suggest you take advantage of the lull and get some 
R&R.  You've certainly earned it, both of you."

I looked to Lynn, images of what we could do flashing through my 
mind.  From the look in her eyes, I could tell that similar thoughts 
were going through her head.  "Thanks, I think I will."  I took 
Lynnette's arm and we went outside to our vehicle.

We went back to our hotel room to get cleaned up.  We had been asleep 
for four days and had skipped all but the most superficial of 
cleanings so we could get the skinny on the current situation.  As 
soon as we were in the room, we stripped and got in the shower. 
After a thorough cleaning, we got to the fun stuff.  Well, cleaning 
ourselves is fun, too, but we got to purely pleasurable, "extra" 
cleaning.

Lynn took some of the body wash and got us both lathered up.  Wet and 
slippery, we rubbed our bodies all over each other in hot, steamy 
passion.  After the soap had been washed off by the spray of the 
shower, I slowly lowered myself, licking my way down her body, 
spending some extra time with her breasts before going to my knees 
and taking her cock in hand.

It was already hard, so I gobbled it down like a starving dog going 
after a hunk of meat.  I deep throated all of her on the first 
stroke.  With all the war business and other such interference, it 
had been quite some time since I had serviced my wife, and I couldn't 
wait.  With her buried deep in my throat, I massaged her cockhead. 
After a few seconds, she started moving in and out of my face.  I 
love the feeling of getting face fucked.  It didn't take long before 
I was rewarded for my ministrations with a copious load of my 
beloved's sperm.

After I gave Lynn a sexy treat of watching me swallow her cum one 
small gulp at a time, I turned around, presenting my rear to her. 
Now doing it in a running shower can be a little dangerous, but that 
makes it a little more thrilling, and Lynn and I have had lots of 
practice.  Lynn squatted behind me and slipped her dick into my pussy 
from behind.  She slid her arms around me and fondled my breasts and 
clit as she started to pump into me.  We moved like that until we 
were both screaming in orgasm.

We stayed coupled like that, cuddling for a bit before we got out of 
the shower and toweled each other off.  That only got us raring for 
more.  We returned to the main room, our arms wrapped around our 
waists, kissing, and stroking each other.  I've said it before; I'll 
say it again; Lynnette is the most fantastic kisser ever.

She lay me on the bed and kissed me all over my body.  She ended up 
with her lips on my cunt.  With the gentle touch she had with her 
lips, she had me thrashing about like a wild stallion.  She also 
played her little game of getting me excited, letting me cool down, 
getting me excited, and letting me cool down.  It wasn't long before 
I was begging her to get me off.  With a playfully snotty, "Why 
didn't you say so?" she clamped her mouth down on me and drove me 
over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm.

As I lay there, she slid up beside me and started stroking my boobs. 
After I had recovered a bit, I returned the favor.  She then looked 
me right in the eye and said, "If I had known you were going to be 
that loud, I would've sound proofed the room."

I couldn't help but giggle.  "Blame yourself.  You make me scream 
with passion."  After a little, I said, "You haven't been that 
explosive since before... you know."

"Before the Sphinx."

"Yeah.  Are you okay now?"

"I'm better.  That experience will always be a part of me, but I have 
gotten over the worst of it.  The vice-president's words helped, but 
it was helping you save the assault force that really broke through. 
When I saw those streamers for the nascent domes, I was scared, 
mostly for you, but also for the troops and for our children. 
Everything else just went by the wayside, and now I know I can rely 
on myself."

I leaned over and kissed her.  "Enough talk, babe.  I can feel your 
stiff rod poking me, and it's getting me hot.  Care to do something 
about that?"

"As you wish, dear lady."

She rolled me on my side and lifted my leg.  She got on her knees, 
straddling my lower leg, and pressed her cock into my cunt.  She 
moved in and out of me, filling me completely.  It didn't take long 
before we both came again.  We can and had taken longer, but right 
now we both needed to get as much of our lusts assuaged as possible.

After our orgasm, Lynn climbed up beside me and we fondled each other 
for a bit before she turned around and lay on her back.  I climbed 
above her in a 69 position and quickly sucked her cock deep into my 
mouth.  She just as quickly pulled my hips down and clamped her mouth 
onto my cunny.  We licked and sucked each other, this time taking it 
slow and easy.  We slowed off and let ourselves cool down a few times 
until we were really ready; whereupon we kicked it into high gear and 
came in a simultaneous orgasm.

We then cuddled up and watched some T.V. as the sun set outside our 
window.  It was a brief but needed respite, and, for a single 
evening, we were able to forget the war that threatened us all.

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

[Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams]

INT:  Welcome back.  We're discussing the events of what has come to 
be known as the Restoration War with two of its main participants, 
Jenny Welker and Wanda Adams.

Ladies, just before the last break you had had a sit down talk with 
Jenny's mother about her... defilement and your prophesied place in 
the future of the war.  She had made mention of the fact that, 
despite all that the White Sisterhood had tried to do, you weren't 
ready to confront Dorina Tempus, an inevitability according to the 
Temple of Dalinor.

Jenny:  [musing]  Defilement.  Sounds almost respectable.  [shakes 
her head]  Anyway, mom suggested that I talk with the Witches, that 
maybe their magic could help where the Sisterhood's couldn't.

INT:  Pardon my ignorance, but if the magic of the Sisterhood 
couldn't help, why would the Witches' magic be any different?

Jenny:  That's a common misconception, that magic is magic is magic. 
There is a difference between Witch magic and sorcerous magic.  Witch 
magic requires less visualizing.  A Witch only needs to focus on the 
goal, whereas a sorceress needs to focus on all aspects of a spell. 
It makes for a distinct difference in using magic to deal with mental 
problems.

INT:  How so?

Jenny:  Fact is, unless a sorceress knows exactly why a person 
exhibits a certain behavior, it's almost impossible for her to 
actually cure a problem, where a Witch need only focus on the idea of 
a cure for the spell to work.  For an example, think about smoking. 
If a sorceress wants to cure a smoker, the best they can usually 
accomplish is to force the person to magically not smoke.  A Witch, 
however, can focus on the cure and the spell will actually seek out 
the reasons why the person is smoking to help them resolve it.

INT:  So did the Witches help?

Jenny:  Yeah, although it took a few days to finally go to Sarah.  I 
put it off until Wanda badgered me into going to see her.

INT:  Are you willing to discuss your cure with us, or is it 
something you'd rather keep private?

Jenny:  No, I can discuss it.  Witch magic helps so well that you're 
able to look back without pain.

Well, after Wanda made me promise to go see Sarah, I sought her  out, 
finding her in the little greenhouse she has out back of her mansion. 
I knocked on the door frame and asked to come in.  She smiled and 
said, "Sure, Jenny, come on in."

I entered and looked around.  "I didn't know you liked to garden."

"Something to keep me busy.  Something I can't use magic on."

"Can't?"

"Won't then.  It just doesn't get the same results if I cultivate and 
sculpt the plants with magic.  But I suspect you didn't come here to 
discuss the pros and cons of magical gardening.  What can I do for 
you?"

"I need help.  Do you know about the prophecy about my 'destiny?'"

"I've heard rumors, but the White Sisterhood has kept the exact 
details fairly well hidden."

"Apparently, on the last day of this war, Dorina Tempus and I are 
destined to clash in a battle only one of us will walk away from. 
Problem is, my mom says that I'm not ready to face her.  She also 
says that if I don't get over this anger inspired recklessness of 
mine, I'll never be ready to face her."

"So what would you like me to do?"

"Could you use your Witch magics to help me deal with this?"

"I suppose so.  Sam really would be better suited for it, though. 
He's the expert at mental spells.  And there is a danger.  Since 
Witch magic tends to 'flow into the cracks,' not requiring exact 
visualization, changes neither of us expects may occur."

"Yeah, but Sam's in Houston and preoccupied with running the war. 
And I trust you.  I feel... I don't know, a connection I guess would 
be the best way to describe it."

"I know the feeling.  Okay, let's go in and get comfortable."

We went in to the den and moved a couple chairs so we could face each 
other comfortably.  We sat down and Sarah took my hands.  She asked, 
"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

She then chanted,
"To help keep the the demons' prisons sealed,
Let the cause of Jenny's anger now be revealed."

INT:  Not to be too intrusive, but why the rhyme?

Jenny:  Well, earlier we discussed the Witches' crutch, the mental 
focusing aid that allows a Witch to cast her spells.  Sarah's crutch 
was rhyming incantations.

INT:  Doesn't seem too difficult.

Jenny:  It may seem that way, but for Sarah, they were hard.  She 
seemed to have a problem forming rhymes that also had a balance to 
their rhythm.
INT:  Interesting.  But back to the issue at hand.  After Sarah cast 
her spell, what happened?

Jenny:  There was a shimmering, wavy effect, kind of like a flashback 
scene in a movie or T.V. show.  I was submerged in a scene from my 
past.  I was back in my room at home, although it was a nursery in 
the scene.  There were all the normal stuff for a baby's room, a 
crib, changing table, toys, and so forth.  Dad was in a chair by the 
crib, rocking and cuddling a baby that I knew was me in his arms.

I watched as dad sat there for a while singing.  When he stopped, he 
told me, "Welcome home, little Jeremiah.  How do you like it?"  There 
was no response, of course.  "You'll be living here for most of your 
life, so I hope you like it."

I was beginning to wonder what this had to do with anything until dad 
said, "Y'know, I've seen a glimpse of your future.  Would you like to 
hear it?  I don't think your mother would like it much, so if I tell 
you, it'll just be between you and me, okay?"  The baby me gave a 
little gurgling sound.  "I'll take that as a yes.  Well, I hate to 
tell you this, but there are some dark times coming.  Most of your 
life will be pretty nice for you and your sister.  That's right, in a 
few years, your mom and I are going to have another child and it's 
going to be a girl.  Don't tell your mom, though.  She doesn't know 
about your little sister, yet."

I gurgled again.  "Well, back to your future.  Before things get 
really bad, you'll blossom into your magical inheritance.  You'll 
have a lot of power, so much, in fact, that you'll have to join the 
White Sisterhood.  Yes, you'll become a girl.  Sounds worse than it 
is.  Where better to meet girls?  I kid, of course.  Don't worry, 
though.  As a proto-sorceress, you'll find your mind a little more 
flexible than most.  Getting a pair of breasts won't be as much of a 
shock to you as it would be to a normal male."

After a drink of water from a nearby glass, dad continued, "Anyway, 
after a few years, bad people will start a war.  I wish I could warn 
people about that, but that would only start the war early, which 
would mean disaster.  In that war, you will serve a vital role in the 
defeat of the bad people.  Things will get bad, but don't worry.  No 
matter how bad things get, your daddy will be there to help."

INT:  An amazing revelation of things to come.  I know divination is 
pretty low cost spell work, but that prophecy seems pretty detailed.

Jenny:  It was.  Even Witches, with their instinctive ability to tell 
the future, weren't that accurate.  No one knew how he did it, but my 
father knew things no other magic user knew.

INT:  So was that the end of it?  Your "therapy session," I mean.

Jenny:  The end of that segment only.  Everything shimmered and I was 
still in my room, but older, six years old.  I was asleep, but a 
light woke me up.  When I sat up, I saw my dad, but he was glowing 
and translucent, like a ghost or an angel.  With a sad look, he said, 
"Hello, Jerry."

"Daddy?"

"Son, I've got to go away for a while."

"I don't understand."

"Something's happened.  You're going to have to be the man of the house now."

"Why?"

"That's not important.  I've just got to go away."

"But... you said you'll be there to help when the bad people try to hurt me."

"You remember that?"  I nodded.  "Do you remember anything else from 
that night?"

I shook my head.  "Not really.  I just remember you talking about bad 
people and saying you'd be there for me."

"And I will.  A part of me will always be with you, no matter where 
you go.  For now, you need to be strong, to protect your mother and 
brother."  He crinkled up his face.  "I still don't get that. 
Everything told me you'd get a little sister.  Maybe if I could talk 
to...  No, the two groups aren't ready to be introduced.  For now, 
you're going to have to be the man of the house.  You'll need to be 
strong, caring, and sensitive."  He leaned over and kissed me.  His 
phantom lips were a little chilly, but comforting nonetheless.  He 
then said, "And don't worry, I'll be there when you need me."  He 
faded from view, leaving me alone.

I didn't sleep that night.  Early the next morning, I got up and went 
downstairs.  I heard mom crying in the kitchen and went in.  She was 
sitting at the end of the table, her face buried in her hands, 
sobbing.  I softly said, "Mom?"

She lifted her head.  "Jerry?"  She wiped the tears from her eyes and 
stretched her hand to me.  "Come here to mommy.  I've got something 
to tell you."

I climbed on her lap.  "Mommy, what's wrong?"

"I'm afraid your father...  He was involved in an accident at work."

"Is he okay?"

"No, dear."  She clutched me closer.  "No, he's not okay."

"He's not coming home, is he?"

"No, dear, he's not."  We sat together and cried for a while.  Soon, 
Jimmy came in, and mom tried to explain about dad.  All Jimmy 
understood was that daddy was gone and wasn't coming back.

A lot of tears later, mom had to get up to talk with someone on the 
phone.  I was sitting on the chair with Jimmy on my lap.  He asked, 
"Jerry, if daddy's gone, who's going to protect us, keep us safe?"

"I guess that's my job now."

The entire scene froze and a mysterious, female voice asked, "That 
was the problem, wasn't it?"

I looked around, but only saw a shadowy figure moving on the 
periphery of my vision.  "Who are you?"

"I am the enemy you cannot defeat.  Compared to me, Dorina Tempus is 
a minor threat.  What's the worst she could do to you?  Kill you?  So 
what?  Savage your soul?  I can do that without even trying."  I 
tried to blast her with energy bolts, but nothing hit.  She said, 
"Pathetic."

"Come out here!  Face me!"

"Why?  I've already won."

"Who are you?  Why do you plague me?"

"I am the opponent you created, the opponent you refuse to see.  I am 
the force that will destroy you."

I finally got it.  "You're my own fear."

A woman who looked exactly like me stepped into my field of view. 
"Very good.  Not that it will help."

"If I destroy you then nothing will stop me."  I blasted her with 
magic, but she just blocked it with a single hand.  I charged her and 
attempted to physically attack her.  She effortlessly blocked 
everything I did and, with a single kick, knocked me back on my butt.

She said, "Get real.  If you could beat me, you wouldn't need this 
little help session."  I charged her again, but was no more 
successful than the first time.  When she knocked me back again, she 
said, "If that's the best you've got, you're doomed, and the world 
along with you."

"No, I can't let you beat me."

"Why not?"

"Because the world needs me.  It's my destiny."

"Destiny?  You didn't ask for that and it's going to get you killed. 
Why not just leave and let others cover, then to try and fail, 
letting all your friends down."

I had to admit that her words had a scary appeal.  That was when I 
got it.  "That's what I'm really afraid of, isn't it?  Dying would be 
a minor thing, but if I can't live up to this destiny then I will be 
the cause of my friends' and family's suffering."

"Then why bother?  Why not just run away?"

"Because that would only guarantee their suffering."

"Well, if you're so damned important, then why are you being so 
reckless?  Why are you rushing in, trying to get yourself killed?"

"I don't know!"

"Yes, you do.  You just don't want face up to it.  Why are you trying 
to get yourself killed?"

I just screamed, "Leave me alone!" and tried to blast her.

She didn't even flinch as she blocked the blast with her bare hand. 
"You can't beat me that way, and you know it.  Now why are you trying 
to get yourself killed?"

I screamed, "Because if I die, then it all goes away!"  I calmed 
down, finally accepting the truth.  "If I try and fail or I don't try 
then people suffer and it's my fault."

"But...?"

"But if I get killed, then the prophecy was wrong and it wasn't my 
fault."  I looked up and said, "I've been trying to run away all 
along, haven't I?"

She stepped up to me.  "Yes, you have."

"So what do I do?"

"You know the answer to that."

"I need to face my fears, accept them, not let them dominate me."

"Yes, you do."  She took my hands.  "I'm only your enemy if you make 
it so.  I'm supposed to be here to let you know something's wrong, 
that something's threatening you."

I gave her a friendly hug.  "Thank you."

INT:  So you kind of had to make friends with your fear?

Jenny:  I think friends is a bit strong a description for it.  I had 
accept my fears for what they were before I could deal with  them.

INT:  So what happened next?

Jenny:  That scene faded and I returned to the real world.  Sarah was 
waiting and asked, "Are you okay?  Did you resolve things?"

"Yes.  Didn't you see what happened?"

"No, dream healings are usually very private.  I was there if you 
needed me, but otherwise stayed out of it."

"Thanks."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It seems I've been afraid of my future.  Everybody keeps telling me 
about this grand destiny I'm supposed to have, and I'm terrified of 
it."

"I understand."

"You do?"

"Yeah.  There was a time when I figured I wouldn't ever have kids.  I 
had become a shemale only attracted to men.  Then my little sister 
died and I had these two little kids who were totally dependent upon 
me for their every need.  It's not quite the same scale as your fear, 
but I do understand the fear of failing those you love."

"Thanks, that does help."

"If you'd like, I can talk to people, spread the word to lay off the 
whole 'grand destiny' thing."

"Naw, I've got to face it.  Thanks for the thought though."  We stood 
up and hugged.  "Thanks, Sarah.  You're like the big sister I never 
had."

"And you're like the little sister I lost, so destiny or not, I'll be 
there with you 'til the end."

We hugged once more before I went back to my room.  Wanda was waiting 
and asked me how I felt.

Wanda:  She told me that she was feeling much better and explained 
what she had gone through.

Jenny:  We celebrated by doing a little star watching.  Out on the 
roof, I thought over my dream scene.  The astounding thing about it 
had not been what I had learned about myself, but rather what I had 
remembered about my father.  Apparently, he had known something about 
my destiny when I had been born, he knew about a sibling for me years 
before her birth, he had known about the upcoming war with the Dark 
Alliance, and he had known about the Witches, that was the only 
"other group" I could think of.

INT:  How did he know about all of those things?  And if he knew 
about the upcoming war and the Witches, why didn't he let anyone else 
know about them?

Wanda:  Nobody knows.  The day after Jenny told me about her dream 
sequence, I did some checking.  Her father was a figure of mystery, 
even amongst the sorcerers he had worked with.  Shortly before the 
fall of the Soviet Union, Darren Welker had been rescued from a jail 
cell, where he had been locked away as a political prisoner.  He had 
been brought to America for training where he showed a surprising 
knack for magic.  He met Elizabeth Stewart shortly after he finished 
training, they fell in love, and were married only a couple months 
later.  Less than a year later, Jenny, then Jeremiah, was born. 
Three years after that, Jenny's sister was born.  Three years after 
that, Darren Welker was killed protecting the Temple of Dalinor from 
Dorina Tempus.

INT:  But who was he?  What about his past prior to his rescue from that cell?

Wanda:  No one knows.  At the time of his rescue, in those Communist 
countries, you could get thrown in jail as a political prisoner just 
for giving the wrong man an ugly face, and they weren't real 
meticulous about their record keeping.

INT:  What about your mother, Jenny?  Couldn't she shed any light on 
your father's past?

Jenny:  She didn't know much more than anybody else.  She knew he had 
been born in Romania, had a rough childhood, had moved around a lot, 
and thrown in jail for trying to get more food distributed to the 
people.  She had said that he didn't like to talk about his past, 
even to her.

INT:  Strange.  Well, since my stage manager is signaling for a 
break, we'll get back to the war right after this.

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

[Quentin Dargent]

For about a week, I was made to serve as slave/maid in waiting to the 
President and his wife.  I was abused, raped, passed around like a 
toy, and degraded in almost every way imaginable, and thanks to the 
President's compulsion, I always came back begging for more.  He kept 
me desiring him in some way at all times.  Most often, he made me 
want to get fucked, but if he wanted to fuck me, he made me want to 
give him a blow job.  In that way, he was able to make me a willing 
participant in my own abuse.

It was a week later when I was shown the big thing.  I had just given 
the President a blow job, and he had sent me after the First Lady to 
do whatever she wanted.  It had become very clear to me that the 
First Lady was the real power here.  The President doted on her like 
a goddess, assuming that she was a complete and true replacement for 
his dead wife.  However, it was equally clear to me that the First 
Lady abused that concern as much as she abused me.  I never told him 
my suspicions though.  I'm not sure if that was because I didn't want 
to piss the President off or, on some level, I enjoyed seeing him 
abused as I was.

I found her in a room in the basement.  She was standing beside this 
weird looking thing.  It was a glowing, egg shaped object wrapped in 
green, vine like tentacles that not only held the egg but lifted it 
off the ground.  Her hands were placed directly on the egg and she 
seemed lost in a trance.  When I stepped into the room, I called 
softly to her.  When she didn't respond, I called out a little 
louder.  She came out of her trance, slowly at first, but then 
suddenly noticed me and said, "Quentin, you shouldn't be down here!"
I cringed and started to back out of the room.  "Sorry, ma'am."

"No, wait.  Since you are here, I want to try something.  Come over 
here."  I stepped up to her.  "Place your hands on the glowing part 
of this talisman."

I did as commanded, and almost as soon as I did, I found myself 
mentally soaring above the countryside.  I was flying above every 
area controlled and domed by the Dark Alliance.  In seconds I 
traveled over northeast America, Europe, and over the cities in the 
Orient that were trapped.  I was back in the basement with the First 
Lady almost as quickly as I had started.

She looked at me and with an attitude that said she already knew, or 
at least thought she knew, the answer, she asked, "Well what did you 
feel?"

I don't know why, but somehow I felt that telling the truth was only 
going to get me in trouble, so I replied, "Nothing, ma'am."

She snorted derisively.  "I thought as much.  So much for the vaunted 
spont."  That was the second time that I had been described with that 
term, but once again felt that I needed to keep my mouth shut for my 
own best interest, so even though I wanted to, I didn't ask her what 
it meant.

"Ma'am, the President has sent me to service you as you desire."

She grinned and started stroking her cock.  "Place your hands back on 
the orb with your butt thrust out."  I did as I was told, and she got 
behind me and pressed her dick into my rear.  She started pumping 
into me as she must have done a dozen times before, but this time I 
had a way out.  By concentrating on the egg, my mind was set free to 
soar above the land.  She never noticed.  She was about as sensitive 
a lover as a dildo.  Thus, as she was pumping my ass, I was, if only 
for a few minutes, free of her abuse.
After the session, I was sent on my way with her none the wiser.  I 
never had another chance to use the device to escape, but knowing 
where it was would serve me later.

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

[Dorina Tempus]

Things were going nicely.  The Light Alliance clearly had no idea 
what was going on.  We gave them a break, but only because we had to. 
The next step of our plan was to capture as many of the Witches as we 
could.  We had identified almost a hundred and fifty Witches by 
watching their mortal relatives, and we were about ready to make our 
move.  That was the main reason we weren't doing anything else.  The 
Light Alliance knew we were after Witches, so if they even suspected 
we were around, the Witch being watched was moved to somewhere else. 
So we kept all our sorcerers under wraps as mortal P.I.'s looked for 
our targets.

I had just finished with my slut and decided to get an update on the 
progress of "Operation: Witch Collection" as we were calling it. 
Lois was handling the menial details, so I went after her.  I could 
have just as easily called her to my room, but I felt like taking a 
short walk.  Some times necessary to keep the troops in line.  If 
they never see the boss, they might get the idea that they could 
flout the rules.

I expected to find Lois in the cells with Bambi, but that wasn't 
where she was.  She was in her own room.  When I walked in she was 
with two girls.  I knew that Lois had chosen two young boys and was 
putting them through mundane sex change procedures.  Since she was 
incapable of being around naked or nearly naked women, I assumed that 
the two girls, who were in nothing more than garters, stockings, 
panties, and bras, were really those two boys.  Lois was in a chair, 
one "girl" was between her legs, and the other was standing beside 
her holding an exposed boob so that Lois could suck on the nipple.  I 
was in no rush, so I enjoyed myself by watching the two bring Lois to 
orgasm.

After Lois came, I called to her.  She pushed the one between her 
legs back and stood up.  "Alright, girls, duty calls.  You two go 
practice."  The two girls went to a corner and started fondling each 
other as Lois came over to me.

I pointed to the one girl who had been standing and said, "The girl 
with the big boobs, implants, I assume?"

"Yes, I got her a nice set of double D's to see how they'd turn out. 
I plan on getting the other a pair even larger.  But I'm sure you 
didn't come here to talk about them.  What may I do for you?"

"I need an update on 'Operation: Witch Collection'."

"We have found and can capture one hundred and fifty three Witches. 
However, we have estimated that we will find only ten more at most 
before we move out of the optimal strike window and start losing 
track of who we've found."

"Why?"

"The Light Alliance moves the Witches every so often.  Nothing big 
and we can usually keep close tabs on them, but despite our 
investigators being mortals, eventually the Light Alliance will 
notice the Witches being followed everywhere they go."

"I see."  It was a bit disappointing.  With our previous captures, 
one hundred and fifty three to one hundred and sixty three extra 
Witches more would still be a little short of our goal.  "We'll have 
to collect the rest that we need from outright attacks.  What will be 
the optimal moment to strike?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Make it happen then."

"Yes, ma'am."

I took one last look at the two once boys.  Both were somewhat upset 
by their current fate, but I could tell that the big breasted one was 
actually beginning to enjoy it.  I briefly wondered if they knew what 
their eventual fate would be, but decided it really didn't matter, so 
I just turned and left.

I returned to my room and found my slut was there, asleep on the bed. 
I swatted her butt, yelling, "Wake up!"

She jumped up, saying, "Mistress, I'm sorry!  I came here after my 
shift because I figured Lois was preoccupied with Bambi, but I fell 
asleep and-"

I got tired of her prattle and cut her off.  "Yes, yes, whatever."  I 
disintegrated my clothes.  "Now get over here and suck me off."

She crawled to the edge of the bed and took my dick in hand, lifted 
its head to her mouth, and sucked it in.  With her expert skills, it 
only took a few seconds for her to get me hard, whereupon I grabbed 
her torso and jammed my dick down her throat.  I reached under and 
grabbed her breasts as I pumped my hips, fucking her face.  I knew I 
was hurting her and relished the feeling.  With her pain added to the 
physical sensations of having my dick in her throat, I came to a 
crescendo fairly quickly but decided to hold off, enjoying her pain 
for a few minutes more before I dumped a load of cum down her throat.

Afterwards, I told her to go back to sleep as I finished some 
paperwork.  I still think all bureaucrats should roast in hell.

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

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If your work can't speak for itself, nothing you can say will change that.

J R D
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