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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 11 "No! Wait!" Jeri said, "You're right he doesn't know about those things. But Tim told me one afternoon in his taxi how much he missed you. He said 'I don't care what she's done. She's still my baby. I'd tell her if she's happy she can do what she wants. If she's not we'll help her do what she needs to so she can be happy. It's just the not knowin' that eats you from inside like it was cancer.' and that's a quote." "He still drives a Taxi?" the creature asked. Jeri nodded not daring to move. "He... He's rescued me several times when I stayed out to late or been somewhere I shouldn't have been," Jeri stammered. "Daddy was always like that. He said that being a taxi driver was like being a knight in shining armor - always goin' and rescuin' someone," The creature said wistfully. "So how do I know you're not trying to trick me?" she asked. The creature lowered her weapons but Jeri was certain she could strike as quick as any coiled serpent. "Jeri pull out your kimmunicator. I have Tim online," Lisa's voice spoke into her ear. As soft as it was, it was clear to Jeri, Trisha heard. Jeri pulled out her kimmunicator carefully. As she did a voice said, "Hello? Who's there?" "Tim it's Jeri. Would you just talk to this person please?" Jeri asked. She held out the kimmunicator to Trisha. "Hello, Jeri? What's going on? This is Tim Delarue. With whom am I speaking," the voice said. The screen on the kimmunicator displayed a swirling image. It was clear to Jeri if Lisa wanted it could have displayed a video image. Therefore Jeri was certain it was actually Tim on the phone. After a pause Tim said, "I'm sorry I don't know what to say if you don't respond. But, if Jeri's in trouble I'll do whatever I can to help her. She's a good girl." Tentatively the creature reached out two hands now empty to grasp the kimmunicator. "Daddy is that you?" Trisha's voice whispered out. "Choco? Choco?" Suddenly it sounded like Tim was calling to someone else. "Oh God! Mary! It's Choco on the phone!" then he was back. "Baby where are you? Can I come get you? Are you okay?" Tears were flowing freely from Trisha's eyes. Jeri's had grown blurry as well. "I don't know Daddy." As Trisha and her father talked Jeri studied the exotic creature before her. Trisha was sensual, alluring, erotic and frightening. Her fair skin appeared evenly tanned with a golden bronzed iridescent sheen. Looking closer Jeri realized Trisha's skin on her head and torso had very, very fine scales. They gave her skin its sheen. Her head was covered in a bronzed helmet similar to that worn by Greek and Asian warriors. It was a smooth bell that came down to her neck and jaw line with a single strip of metal for a nose guard ending above the upper lip. Trisha's electric blue eyes shone clearly in the opening in the face of the helmet. They were extremely unnerving with their vertical reptilian pupil. Her lips were full and sensuous. They had a rich red color emphasizing the gold of her skin and the blue of her eyes. Adding to her exotic appeal were the fang-like canines in both her upper and lower jaws. These were visible only when she opened her mouth to speak. It also appeared that Trisha had a longer than normal tongue that was also split. It did not appear to affect her ability to speak. Below the edge of the helmet spilled raven black long wavy hair that cascaded in multiple waves down to Trisha's apparent waist. It seemed to move of its own accord. Trisha's jaw line was clean and sharp. Her neck was thin almost delicate and long. Gold gem encrusted chains dangled from Trisha's earlobes. Trisha's shoulders although muscular still showed soft feminine contours as they melted into her first pair of arms. Each pair of muscular arms sported between them a pair of exposed breasts. Each breast was as large as Jeri's head. They were full and firm with overly large areola and large long prominent nipples. Trisha's breasts wiggled and jiggled incessantly and even Jeri found them erotic. As Jeri looked at them she couldn't help but compare them to her own breasts. She wondered if hers wouldn't look better more like Trisha's. Then she caught herself at what she was thinking. Jeri shook her head thinking that if she had problems now it would probably be even harder for Trisha. Below the breasts the apparent waistline narrowed and then flared into a curvy hip like approximation. Her apparent navel was centered in a clearly defined muscular six pack that still showed a feminine swelling. Below her navel was a vertical slit centered in a small mound. It had a very human female appearance. From this point the human seeming disappeared entirely. Trisha's hip line melded into a long large snake body. The body trailed along the floor and around the corner so Jeri thought Trisha was over thirty feet long. Her scales increased in size and the under scales had the same transverse appearance as a snake's belly. Trisha's dorsal scales mixed black, green, bronze, brown and rust colors. The pattern was rich, irregular, and mesmerizing. It was perfect camouflage for this forest. Trisha's snake portion was as thick as her human torso. It was obvious that Trisha could raise herself quite far on that firm sinuous support. Now as Jeri looked at Trisha, it was apparent that Trisha had not escaped unscathed through the battle. Some of the blood that was crusted on her was her own. Bruises and gashes were scattered about Trisha's body. Some appeared to be still seeping slightly. "Trisha are you okay?" Jeri asked pointing to a large gash over Trisha's spine. Trisha nodded her head 'yes' as she spoke to her father. Then Trisha was saying, "Daddy I've got to go. I don't know if I can get away or come home. I'd love to if I can. It's just I've changed so much. I don't think you'd like what I've become." "Trisha, we love you. Whatever you've done doesn't matter. We're here for you. We'll do whatever we can to help," Tim said. "Goodbye Daddy," Trisha said. "Goodbye Choco, come home soon," Tim replied. There was a definite click and Trisha handed the kimmunicator back to Jeri. "I can't go you know," Trisha said. "I would be well... You understand." "I do... But Trisha I know your father. He'd do his best to make you feel welcome," Jeri replied. Jeri was thinking how was she going to convince Trisha to come home when Jeri was afraid to go home. It was just easier to stay away. Then it occurred to Jeri that Trisha had been transformed obviously by a box just as she. Maybe the drug lord here had a working box that could turn both of them back to normal. "Do you know how they made you like this?" Jeri asked. "I don't remember much before because they kept us slightly drugged all of the time. They put me in some small room and when I came out I was like this. They did six of us -two were men," Trisha said. "General Aung said that we were the first of his new soldiers. He called us Nagas. Then he had us do combat exercises with the men. At the end of the exercise he would have us go into the box followed by the wounded. The wounded were healed but he would make the injured look like this also. Those that were not injured got to have their way with us. A gang bang in this form wasn't so bad. They couldn't do our asses and they didn't want our fangs in their cocks. Some would accept a simple hand job. That was easy to do. The converted men didn't take it to well. Two of them went berserk and the whole regiment was used to terminate them. Then Aung figured out how to make us subject to his control." "The next day in the morning he put us in the box to make 'improvements' and we repeated the exercises. The results were the same except the men were more cautious only a few were injured and we got hurt more. One of the new Nagas was even killed. Aung followed the same procedure, letting the survivors have their way with us. This time we all lay docile while the men used us. That's when I realized Aung had made us subject to his voice control. We had no ability to refuse his command. That scared me. Being drugged and unaware how you were used is bad enough but, to be fully aware and cognizant, only able to lay quietly, unable to move, resist or even encourage while your rapists mounted you, one after the other was... I thought I was going to go insane." "After it was over Aung wanted to do more changes. He changed the original six of us plus eight more men. Then the box wouldn't work anymore. At first he thought someone was rebelling against him. He had the discoverer and the operator of the box drawn and quartered by us. That was horrible but it gave us some idea of how strong we really are. We also discovered then that a long body of scales could get a very firm grip." "Aung finally figured out that it was the box and not the men that slowed his plans. He has offered a huge reward for anyone that finds another and brings it to him. Every day the men comb the jungle," Trisha said. "So why is he doing this? Jeri asked. "Why does anyone do anything? Money, power, sovereignty," Trisha answered. "He wants to take control of the South Pacific. He wants an army of nagas that can infiltrate and dominate any military forces and maintain control of an area." "It doesn't look like that's working to well. Look at what happened here tonight," Jeri answered. "That's because Aung made a few mistakes but he's learning," Trisha said. "He frightened his men by turning them into monsters and then letting those be used as sexual play toys. In the back of their mind they are thinking that could be me." Trisha added, "His commands are very vague such as patrol this area and keep out intruders. Who is an intruder? Someone who is not a friend, not an enemy. Do I care about this outpost? I hate it. I was raped by every man here fifteen or twenty times before I was changed. He didn't say to protect it. So I had a lot of latitude. The only reason I never attacked before was because I couldn't get in." "Because of the rapes the men who became nagas have just as much enmity. It was about six months ago that things changed a little. Tuan hatched five eggs. They were like her in every way. They grew fast so that in three months they entered puberty. Aung and his men were unprepared for the expression of sexual desire the offspring exhibited. The General's troop commander and his guards walked into the middle of an orgy. I'm told they were quite disgusted at the manner in which the girls were pleasing each other. Then the girls saw the men. Aung rescued most of the men because the girls were subject to Aung's voice just as we are. The colonel survived and when he told Aung what happened, the general had them training with the troops. However when they do well they get a few men to enjoy. When they do badly all of the men get to enjoy them." "It does two things. It keeps the men fearful of the nagas and confident that the nagas can be captured. Of course I may have just dissuaded them of that notion," Trisha said then looked at the head on the end of her spear. She grimaced at it and then abruptly hurled the spear into the wall at the end of the hall. It sank all the way up to the head. Then there was a hysterical shriek and a woman screaming. Jeri ran to the end to see what was happening. A woman wrapped toga like in a sheet sat on the floor shrieking and staring at the head stuck to the wall. "Shhh. It's okay. You're safe," Jeri said in the local Cantonese. The woman continued to cry and shake. Then the woman grew quiet and quaked in Jeri's arms as she tried to calm her. Jeri felt rather than heard Trisha move up beside her. Jeri moved back and looked toward Trisha. "I am dead. May it be quiet as a bird that falls," the woman said. "She's right you know," Trisha spoke. "When Aung's troops arrive and find everyone but these women alive he will kill them" "What? That's ridiculous. Why would he kill them?" Jeri replied. "First, because he'll think they did it. Second to make an example for the others. Third, if he has too many whores the men will get into fights," Trisha replied. "It doesn't have to be right or make since. It's just Aung's way." "What are we going to do with them?" Jeri asked almost rhetorically. "Leave 'em," Trisha said, "It's Aung's problem and theirs, not yours." "I can't just leave them here to be slaughtered like cows," Jeri cried and then an idea struck her. "You have to help me get them to some place safe." "Me!? There isn't any place safe with Aung. Even if he was dead there would be someone else in his place just like him," Trisha replied, "There isn't any place to take eighteen women and just dump them and expect them to be cared for." "Fine, then we'll take them home with us," Jeri replied. "You can't take eighteen Asian women to the U S. You can't even get them past Customs. And you'll have Aung following every step of the way," Trisha answered. "You're right we'll have to stop Aung. And we should take his box. We don't want him to ever figure out how to make it work again," Jeri replied. "Lisa will take care of everything else. How do we get to Aung's HQ?" "Are you crazy? No one gets in there he doesn't want in there. He has three hundred soldiers there plus dogs and cameras as well as two nagas plus the nagalings." Trisha replied. "Guess we'll get to find out how good you really are. Let's go find a bus for everyone, shall we?" Jeri responded grinning. Another woman came down the stairs. She wore a pair of loose pants knotted at the waist. In her hand she carried a soldier's knife. Her straight black hair hung down past her breasts where the ends curled as if trying to cup the petite softness. "If you're going after Aung then I'm coming with you. I have more than one score to settle with him," the woman said. It sounded like the perfect Kim Possible mission. Jeri pulled the clunking old bus they found off to the side of the road. Behind her the armored personnel carrier stopped. From around back slithered Trisha as she came up next to the driver's window where Jeri sat. "Nga if we're not back before the sun rises, leave. Go anywhere as fast as you can. There'll be money if you need it," Jeri instructed the knife-wielding woman. "I want to go with you," Nga replied. "I know but you can't. These women need you to help them get to safety. If Trisha and I can't get to Aung then it'll be curtains for you all. You are the only one that knows enough about this area to get them somewhere almost safe," Jeri said. "I'm relying on you to do this for me." "Okay," Nga said, "I'll do it but, we'll be waiting for you." "Please and thank you," Jeri answered. Jeri and Trisha started up the road that led to Aung's HQ. "Jeri if Aung says anything to me at all, you know I have to do whatever he commands." Trisha stated. "Oh! Maybe we could block it or something," Jeri responded. She realized that if they actually got to Aung she could be in big trouble with Trisha next to her. "What put mud in my ears?" Trisha said. "Yeah, we could try that," Jeri said. "It doesn't work that way. My ears actually don't work like human ears. In fact the ears on my head are mostly cosmetic. My whole body acts like a big ear. Not only do I hear you talk, but I hear you breath, feel your heartbeat and each step you take. I can feel the people on the bus move and the winds move the trees. So how do you block that?" Trisha asked. Lisa interrupted and spoke to Jeri, "All we need to do is mask General Aung's vocal commands. Trisha has indicated that it was his actual commands that dictated the naga's actions. We can do that through audio. I think you should give Trisha your glasses. I can feed an audio track that should block any human voice transmissions. Further I can give to her any messages that you wish to convey in a frequency range that only she can hear." As they moved off the road to follow a dry stream Jeri watched Trisha's coloring change. Soon Trisha's whole body including her torso and face seemed to match the forest coloring. It became so complete that except for her movement Jeri might have lost track of Trisha entirely. Jeri was a little jealous of Trisha once again, but thought about what it had cost Trisha to be the creature she was. Jeri decided the clothing she wore was an acceptable trade off. After an hour of hiking Trisha stopped. "We have company. Let me talk to them," she whispered quietly. To Jeri's amazement two nagas of Trisha's size and proportions melded from the jungle around them. These carried machetes and spears unlike the guns Trisha carried. They also had pronounced Asian features except for the larger than normal breasts. "Did you know they were there?" she whispered to Lisa. "I suspected so a few minutes ago," Lisa replied. "They are very hard to track. Even a force as small as the group at the processing center would be formidable insurgents. I am working on systems that will be much more efficient at targeting and tracking such creatures." Then Lisa began translating the conversation. The language was beyond that of the typical human. "What are you doing with the two leg?" the one on the left asked. "We are going to pay a visit on General Aung," Trisha answered. "General Aung does not want visitors," the other stated. "It is important that we see him soon," Trisha countered. "Aung does not want intruders. We are to keep out all intruders," the first replied. "We are not intruders." Trisha returned. "You are not authorized personnel," the second rejoined. "Are nagas listed as unauthorized personnel?" Trisha asked. "No" they both responded in unison. "I am one of Aung's nagas. If nagas are not unauthorized then they must be authorized. Therefore I am authorized. This is a friend of mine and therefore she is authorized. Do you disagree?" Trisha reasoned. "We do not disagree," they replied in unison. "Why do you want to visit Aung?" the first replied. "Why do you care Mei?" Trisha asked her body language was relaxed. Somehow this made Jeri more tense and thought Trisha was even more prepared to strike. "Aung has not said why we should keep out unauthorized personnel. We would like Aung to get a surprise," Mei answered. "A nasty surprise," Lin added. Trisha truly relaxed. "Since the hatchlings became known it is worse than when we first were created," Mei explained, "Each morning after patrol he makes us lay down while the entire company pumps their milk into us." Trisha hissed through her teeth, "I had not heard about this." "We were brought in three months ago. He says we will stay here until we become pregnant. He has not thought to command us to lay hatchlings," Mei added. "We therefore expel all of the seed they deposit after they are finished." "Stupid man! If Tuan had paid attention to her body and expelled the seed or withheld the eggs we would not be cum buckets again for this scum," Lin replied pithily. "This girl and I hope to end Aung's reign," Trisha responded. "How will you stop Aung's commands?" Mei asked. "We will cover his voice so I cannot hear it." Trisha said. "That should work," Mei said and Lin nodded. "We hoped that was why you came. We will help." "How can you help?" Trisha asked. "We have learned how to block some of Aung's commands. We will keep his troops busy while you go to his quarters," Lin replied. From packs on their waists each withdrew a pair of ear buds and a CD player. "We learned this in training. We cannot use it in Aung's presence but it is good for the speaker and radio commands," Mei explained. The pair grinned nastily. "If we have time we will tell Tao and have her tell the others," Lin said. "Use the third gate up the road that you come to. It is easy to break and there are only two guards there. Stay on the right of the tunnels. Most of the motion and pressure sensors are broken along that side. Inside the tunnel entrance the second left door has ammunition and weapons. Aung's residence is the fourth level down. He is always entertained at night," Mei finished. Trisha bowed slightly to the other nagas, "I had not hoped for such good fortune on this path. May your path be smooth sisters." Lin interrupted, "If you encounter the hatchlings, show no restraint. They are not nest sisters. They killed Ling." Trisha hissed, "No!" with a sharp intake of breath and raised one hand to her mouth. Mei nodded her confirmation, "They said it was an accident. They were testing themselves. They only meant to stun her." "Ling was so delicate. Even as a man he was gentle and soft. She was not a soldier. She would never hurt anyone," Trisha stated with anguish on her features. Both Mei and Lin nodded in agreement, "True," they said. Mei spoke, "Ping found out it was no accident. She overheard them talking in their garden nest." "As if beheading and being chopped to bits could be an accident," Lin added acerbically. "They ambushed her. Cornered her and attacked. Ling must have thought it was an exercise. She held back. The hatchlings toyed with her teasing and taunting. It was only when it was too late that Ling must have known death was upon her. They did it only to prove they were as good as a mature naga," Mei explained. "Stupid Man!" Lin spat. It was not clear who she meant. "I will go carefully sisters. It seems death has many faces this night," Trisha intoned. "In two hours the bells will ring. You must be inside the tunnels by then if you will catch Aung in his den," Mei finished. Trisha nodded and started up the road. "You're two-leg appears to be a delicious snack," Lin called quietly after them. "I expect to find out later," Trisha called back. Jeri blushed furiously. To Jeri Trisha said, "You blush nicely." Jeri's face flamed brighter. "How can you tell? It's dark outside." "Your heat is as plain to me as the veins of a leaf," Trisha teased. The gate flew open with a single blow from Trisha's tail. Two guards came rushing into the night to see what was happening. They should have remained inside. Jeri saw Trisha do something that looked like spit at the guards. They both reached up to wipe at their face then they wilted unconscious. "What did you do? Kill them?" Jeri asked. "No, I just knocked them out. They could be unconscious for eight hours. However a little stronger and they would die." Trisha responded. "There is someone still inside the station." Jeri moved around to the other side of the shelter and dropped a button through the open screen. A muffled thump confirmed the remaining guard was out. Just before they approached the tunnel entrance Trisha stopped her. "There is something wrong. When I first found you your face was dark, without heat. Now it is almost as bright as a light." Jeri blushed and pulled her cowl into place. "That's good. Be quiet and I will go first," Trisha said. "Wait," Jeri said. She took out a disk and stuck it in her gun. She fired it at the end of the corridor. Seven hundred feet down it skittered into a wall. Their eye lens showed a fish eye view of the world around the camera disc. Trisha grinned, "Neat." The two of them entered the shadows on the right side of the tunnel. Jeri promptly lost sight of Trisha but proceeded slowly anyway. Just as the nagas had promised, Jeri and Trisha found a weapons cache. Trisha loaded up with two more of the grenade launchers and several bandoliers of grenades and seven point six two millimeter magazines. She also hung two more large machetes from her bandoliers. Trisha ordered her to grab a spear saying, "If nothing else use it as a pointy quarter staff." As they left Jeri placed a strip of the piping explosive underneath a pallet of the grenades. The timer was set for thirty five minutes. On the next level down a squad of soldiers sat talking and gambling in what was a lounge room. Had the door been closed the guards would have never been disturbed. Their noise was too great for them to hear the tick tsk of the disc bouncing to a stop in the room. Four stun buttons and two knockout capsules turned the room into a mess and the occupants unconscious. Jeri closed the door and used her laser welder to tack it shut. Their next obstacle was an elevator shaft with the car on the wrong floor. The next floor down was too far for Trisha to reach on her own. The beams weren't big enough for her to perch on either. The shaft pointedly did not provide access to Aung's residence. Jeri formed two loops in the cable. They wrapped this around a beam and then Trisha lay in the coils. Jeri used the motor on her belt to lower Trisha. Trisha was half way down - almost forty feet when Jeri realized that she could see Trisha almost as plainly as when they met in the hall corridor. "Hey I can see you!" Jeri exclaimed. "Of course you can I'm hanging in midair," Trisha shot back. Trisha's skin patterns had changed to a flat black. In reality she was as easy to see as a black coat in a dark theatre. Lisa interrupted Jeri, "I think I've created a viable work around for tracking nagas. It takes a lot of processing power for now. I'm using ultrasonic frequencies to create an image based on the reflected sound waves. It's like using sonar to map the ocean floor. Then that image is projected as a video graphic." "So I can see in the dark. That's tight," Jeri said. "Well I'm not sure it would be effective in the jungle but in these tunnels were everything is very uniform it's just fine," Lisa said. Trisha unwrapped herself from the cable and using the same means Jeri joined her on the third level. "They're here. I expected to find them closer to the surface and not so close to Aung," Trisha said. Her tongue and nose seemed to be constantly testing the air. "Who? Who's here?" Jeri asked. "The Nagalings," Trisha replied tersely. "Well not here specifically but on this floor. This is their domain. You heard what Mei and Lin said. If they killed Ling just to see if they could; they are as bad as the sadists that sired them. Don't hesitate just act. Be as deadly as you can. It takes a lot to slow a naga." Jeri just nodded to acknowledge the warning. The two proceeded cautiously down the mine tunnel. When they encountered the nagalings it was more like two groups of western gunfighters meeting. From one end of the hall slithered the nagalings. From the other came Trisha and Jeri. Out of the corner of her eye Jeri looked at Trisha. She compared the movements of the nagalings to Trisha's. Where as the nagalings movements were indecisive, almost tangled in each other, even sneaky like; Trisha's were not. It reminded Jeri of watching a cobra or rattlesnake advance on its prey. Trisha was graceful, smooth, sinuous even seductive as she slid down the hall. Jeri wasn't sure about the nagalings, but had she seen such a creature advancing on her she would have been petrified. About thirty feet from the nagalings Trisha stopped. The five sorted themselves roughly into a ragged line. The leader of the five looked to either side of her and scowled. It was clear that her four cohorts' sloppy demeanor did not please her. "Nagini what are you doing in our domain?" the foremost sneered. "I have an assignment that takes me through here to complete that task," Trisha stated. There was a relaxed attitude about Trisha's stance that made Jeri think of a poised snake. The nagalings appeared nervous ready to strike at anything that moved. They fidgeted and jumped at any unexpected sound. Jeri just listened and watched Trisha. "You cannot do so. It is forbidden," the nagaling stated coldly. "By who?" Trisha asked. "The most holy Aung," the nagaling replied almost worshipfully. "The most holy Aung has required that I bring this two leg to him. Let me pass," Trisha stated. A tendril of fear trickled down Jeri's spine. Could this be a trap? Was Trisha going to betray her? What about the men Trisha had killed? The outpost had been littered with corpses in varying degrees of bloodshed ranging from none visible to shredded pieces. In order avoid the gore surrounding her; Jeri had concentrated on the women she shepherded onto the bus. "No! If you try it will mean your death," she shot back. "Do not mistake me for Ling. Let me and my companion pass undisturbed and I will not take your life for hers," Trisha replied with the first hint of cold ire. "Otherwise your blood will paint the floor." The leader shrieked and struck at Trisha. Lisa spat at her. The grenade launcher roared and Trisha's guns chattered. A nagaling leaped at Jeri to wrap her in her arms and the coils of her body only to shriek and smoke as her hair stood on end. Sparks crackled and ozone mixed with burnt flesh filled the air as Jeri used the electricity in her suit to escape the nagaling. The fourth nagaling turned to attack Jeri with a machete and was blocked by her spear. She shrieked as Jeri followed with a blunt end strike just below the snake's navel. It entered her human vagina all the way to her spine. Her lower hands dropped the machetes to grasp the end of the spear, which was already gone. In a moment of clarity the nagaling saw her leader frozen in the paralysis engendered from Trisha's poison. The leader's face was locked in a gasp for breath that would not come. Against the wall next to Trisha a giant headless snake's body writhed in death spasms. That nagaling's torso had been obliterated by the grenade. The third nagaling that had attacked Trisha lay shredded on the floor. Blood leaked from the gaping wounds caused by the machine gun bullets. The nagaling looked at Jeri and then at Trisha and slithered rapidly down the corridor in the direction from which Jeri and Trisha had come. Jeri looked at Trisha. "Do we stop her?" Jeri asked. "No. We have another task to perform," Trisha replied. Entering Aung's opulent residence was almost anticlimactic except for one thing. Aung was asleep nude on the bed, gently snoring. His physique was that of a perfectly formed tall Asian male. Long mustache tendrils hung from the corner of his mouth. He had the look of a fearsome and intelligently cunning Mongol warrior. Even in repose he had an aura of glory and awe around him. Dominating the scene of sexual rest was an extremely oversized cock rampant from the juncture of his legs where nestled balls were as large as apples. Lying nude next to Aung was a petite Asian female. Her full and sumptuous breasts barely fitting her body were capped by hard thumb sized nipples. Her slim hips hinted at youth and beauty. Her bald vulva accentuated the appearance of youth except for the obvious evidence of its recent plundering. Crusted between her thighs and over her abdomen was Aung's wasted seed. Trisha spat twice. Her saliva coated the faces of both sleepers. Then she raised her machete to strike the woman which lay nearest herself and Jeri. Jeri raised her hand to ward off Trisha. "What are you doing?" Jeri asked shock registering in her voice. "I'm going to kill Aung," Trisha calmly answered. "Well kill him then but you can't kill a sleeping innocent girl," Jeri said. "They both must die," Trisha said, "the risk that Aung will yet live is too great." "Why? Just kill him and let's go," Jeri said. Trisha pointed at the large box standing in the center of the large empty space at the foot of the bed. Jeri had tried to ignore it since they entered the room. It looked just like the only one she'd ever seen before except on the display was an image that duplicated the girl in the bed. "Which one is Aung?" Trisha asked. "Well the guy of course," Jeri replied. "And you're sure?" Trisha responded, "Because I've seen this machine take men and make them into women and make the women into something like me. So I'm not sure of anything." "But from what I know of Aung and the culture here, a woman has no rights. Can you imagine Aung placing himself in a position where everything he wants could be taken away?" Jeri answered. "But can you imagine a better way of hiding from an assassin or an enemy than by being the woman behind the throne. The figurehead is only someone that must obey your every word, desire and wish," Trisha supplied. "And if someone killed the figurehead? What then?" Jeri replied. "So the next in line obeys you also. Maybe everyone who listens to you actually has to obey you," Trisha replied. "Since Aung's voice could control the nagas why couldn't he make his voice hypnotic enough that anyone whom he wanted would have to listen to him?" "There has to be a way to determine who the real Aung is without killing an innocent girl," Jeri said. "I mean what if it was you there?" "If it meant I had to die to stop Aung then I would die - even in my sleep," Trisha said. "But can you imagine Aung, really allowing that thing to be plunged inside him?" Jeri said pointing at the man's oversized penis and the obvious sex the couple had experienced recently. "Aung loves his pleasures," Trisha said, "I was told by Bo that if the men knew how much more pleasant sex was as a woman or a naga than as a man; they'd line up the next time to become one. Maybe Aung found out and decided to try it and liked it." Jeri paused as a torrent of emotions rushed through her. They left her flushed, embarrassed, horny, and confused. Her brief experience of male orgasms had not been nearly as satisfying as her female orgasms. As a male however she'd never had the pleasure of entering a pussy. She didn't think one had it better than the other. In fact it was easier to be aroused as a male she knew. But a woman's arousal was a whole body experience as her vagina, breasts even her scalp attested. Jeri thought there were tradeoffs. If the machine got rid of the negatives and only provided the positives which would be better? Is it better to give than to receive? Yet she knew that a man always wanted to be the best a woman ever had and a man was always searching for the next lay. As long as a man had to have the biggest, the best, most memorable cock a woman ever had, a man's ego would not allow him to accept anything else as being what a woman wanted. That was why Jeri knew that Aung was still a man. A person who had been a woman would want a cock just big enough and sensitive enough to keep their partner engaged long enough for both to experience bliss together. She would seek her partner's pleasure as much as her own together and both together would be intertwined into one. "Aung is that man over there," Jeri replied. "We can solve this by turning him into the girl, just like he created. As soon as he comes out of the box he'll know what happened and will be horrified." "And if he's not?" Trisha asked. "Knock him out. Wake the other one. And see if we can get some answers," Jeri replied. "Aung speaking to me could be fatal," Trisha said. "It's a chance I'm willing to take rather than harming someone who means me no harm," Jeri replied. "On your head, so be it," Trisha intoned. "You should change their eye color so you know which is which," Lisa supplied. True to Jeri's prediction Aung came out of the box stunned at what he'd become. He tried to get back into the box to change himself back but Trisha was able to hold him and keep him quiet while they revived the girl. She explained how Aung had made her get in the box. She had thought it was a closet. When she came out she had been overwhelmed with lust for Aung's cock. It wasn't until later she realized he had changed her in other ways too. Neither Jeri nor Trisha would allow the woman carte blanche use of the box. They didn't know for sure the woman wasn't Aung or wouldn't change herself into Aung. Therefore Jeri did her best to make the woman as typical as she could without changing her physical appearance. "Before you get in the box is there anything you want changed?" Jeri asked. The woman looked nervously at Jeri and Trisha then she spoke, "You need to understand something before I go in there. Before Aung brought me here I was a wrinkled old woman whose eyes were blinded by age and hands crippled by arthritis. My breasts hung to my waist and my hips had fewer curves than a man's. When my husband died years ago no one ever after looked at me with lust in their eyes. Aung may have made me into a sex toy, a whore, but I felt alive once again. I can't hate him for that." Jeri's eyes softened with understanding and compassion. "We won't question what you want as long as it's reasonable." "I don't ever want to lose this illusion of youth that this body gives me as long as I live. I don't want to get sick. I don't want to get pregnant just because I let a man stick his thingy in me and shoot off. I want to get pregnant with a boy or girl when I want. Can you do that?" the woman asked. "I can try," Jeri said, "I don't know how much the box can do." "Can you give me blue eyes too and make it so I still like to taste a man's cum? Make it so I can cum easily with my titties, my ass or my cunt if I want?" she asked. "That should be easy," Jeri said. She reached out and touched the red glowing crystal paw print. The image on the screen changed eye color. Then clothes formed over the image. A sheer gold web weave dotted with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds draped over the form. A gold tiara crowned her head with a large sapphire. Her long black hair hung in waves down her back to the floor. The woman's youthful teen body was visible through the weave. When the woman came out she asked, "What are you going to do with Aung?" "Good question. We haven't decided yet," Jeri replied. "Kill him and leave," Trisha said almost at the same time. "Why not make her my whoring sister? She can have green eyes and be horny all of the time. She should get pregnant easily too," the woman said. Jeri looked at Trisha. It was her call. Of course, were they just doing what they wanted to prevent - continuing Aung's legacy? "How do we know you won't just take over and continue Aung's army?" Trisha asked. "Take us with you. Leave us somewhere where we can get fucked and she'll be pregnant. Nobody gives a damn about a pregnant single woman here," the woman said, "I'll make sure she stays pregnant and has a kid on her tit and ankle to take care of until she's too old to get laid." Jeri shrugged. Trisha shrugged and said, "It sounds like a plan to me." Jeri touched the paw print again. Trisha thrust the trembling Aung into the box. When she came out she collapsed on the floor crying. Her head was covered in a leather hood that ended below her chin. She could not speak because it was apparent something was in her mouth. Mere pin points provided a minimal amount of visibility. Small holes provided air through her nose and mouth. Around her neck was a leather collar with a leash. But the leash only ran to a ring in the collar. It changed into a chain, which split and ran to rings in the girl's nipples and ended connected to a ring in the girl's clit. Aung's hands were manacled behind her back and her feet had a chain between them attached at the ankle. "Okay how do we take the box? It's too big to carry," Trisha said. "Trisha these things don't stay active long. We don't know how long this one was active. You need to change now or you might never get a chance again," Jeri said trembling. Trisha shook her head no, "We still have to get past Aung's troops. Our best chance to do so is with me still as a naga." Jeri looked at the box. The last time she'd seen the box that changed her it had been collapsed down about the size of two medium pizza boxes stacked together. She still didn't know what caused it to stop working. "Hey Jeri how come you know so much about these things anyway?" Trisha asked. Jeri grimaced and continued to study the box, "Because I found one like this before," she said. "What happened?" Trisha asked. "I ended up like this," Jeri said. "What's wrong with that? You look like a beautiful woman to me," Trisha replied. Jeri sighed. She turned around to face Trisha and the two women. She reached behind her back and caught the zipper there. She pulled it down opening the suit. She pulled the shoulders down enough to expose her front. Jeri's six breasts stood prominently. Her nipples were hard in the cool underground room. "I was a fifteen year old boy when I found a box and did this to myself. It quit working before I could turn back." Jeri didn't mention Lisa. "So why don't you turn back now?" Trisha said. "Because I need to stay like this until I get home," Jeri replied. "Why?" Lisa asked, "you can have the box create all the objects you need just like you did now." "Jeri we've got company coming!" Trisha exclaimed. Jeri touched the paw print thinking about the closed form of the box. She also thought of deactivate, close, stop. Suddenly the box trembled under her hand. Then it began to shrink as if it was melting onto itself. In moments it was the size of two medium sized stacked pizza boxes. It was a burnished silver-gray color with strange markings on the surface. Jeri scooped up the box as there was a loud banging on the door.