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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 By JRD [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 hullabaloo 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, earplug. 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 shape- shifting 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 Machiavellian 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, rose 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 woken 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 laid 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, inevitability according to