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Episode 09; 4813 words
At five a.m. Yara's secretary woke Yara up and reminded her to dose
herself with valentine. Yara wondered about side effects as she
contemplated pulling a charge off her coin.
Her demons had stopped pestering her for sex but she didn't trust them.
Side effects couldn't possibly be worse than getting ass-pregnant with a
tentacle monster. Yara pulled a charge off the coin.
She spoke with Sheena. "Valentine?"
"Huh?"
"Did you take your birth control?"
"Um. No. Thanks for the reminder."
Professor Helfast asked, "What are those and why are you packing them?"
Yara explained. "These are pylons. Depending on how you snap them
together, they make a Green pylon, a Red pylon, or a Hive beacon."
"Why in the hell?" the professor clenched her jaw.
"I only know how to open a rip in one place. Here. If it wasn't being
watched before, it is now. These will help me open a rip someplace that
is not here."
"Hive?"
"Once we're through, I pull the pylon through with me. Switch this baby
around. Activate it. Instead of broadcasting, "Green tech here," it says,
"Hive."
"Why leave anything behind?"
"Master Hoose can detect rips. I'm assuming they can, too. I want them
looking for Hive, not us."
"Red pylons?"
"I'm still studying Red rips. The first time I master one, I'll drop a
Red pylon. From that point forward, we'll have a jump point back and
forth to this Earth."
"Until they learn to look for your pylons."
"Until then. In the meantime, I set up a wish list. These are places that
have an abundance of cryptids, UFOs, ghosts, whatever. Some of these
places will be thin spots. It's easier to open a rip." Yara patted the
pylon pieces. "These don't have fuel cells, but they have the fey
equivalent. If I plug in to a place that can't access the fey grid, these
babies will still work. Once, twice, maybe three times, depending on the
potential between branes."
"Roswell? Area 51? Those aren't UFOs, they're black projects."
"There are some misses on this list. Um, Devil's Tower - made famous by a
movie. Probably junk. The whole list might be junk. These are my top
five." Yara showed the Professor the top of her list. "They have profiles
most like the reports from this valley."
"Massachusetts. That's a long walk. What? We're not taking the bus. Not
until you get proper ID."
"A car?"
"The first time I get stopped by Border Patrol, we all get arrested."
"Simple. Avoid the borders."
"Honey, they pull people over 160 kilometers from any border, ocean, or
Great Lake. Every millimeter of Massachusetts is Border Patrol country.
Plus there are ag inspections, tollways, facial recognition at every
truck stop and most highway exits. Sooner or later, someone will card
you. Can you say hielera?"
"Athan?" Yara called. "I need ID."
"Talk to your mom."
"I need human ID."
"Not from this company. No."
Team Five confronted Yara. "We can't let you go into Red country looking
like that."
"What's wrong with the way I look?"
"The hair, for one. Nothing says Green like Brillo pads of hair in each
armpit and pubic hair you can braid."
I finally get to trim? Yara rejoiced. It had taken a while to learn to
live with armpit hair and 'natural' body odor that was strongly
engineered. Pubic hair and leg hair was less off-putting but only because
she'd never trimmed that hair as a man.
They couldn't change her skin color, nor her eye color. But there were
Reds with that skin color and eye color. They were a minority, though.
"Glamour," Yara said, pulling down her script-kiddie spells. "With a
little glamour, a haircut, different clothes...."
"Reds will see through glamour."
"Not Reds. People on this world. Hand me Jas's bag. Yeah. Wallet. I need
to look like this." Yara held up Jas's state ID. Black hair, brown eyes,
a little bit taller. She needed lifts in her boots.
Shaving her armpits? No trouble, except she had to trim it first with
scissors. It itched afterwards, but she expected that. Shaving her legs
and arms? Yee-ouch. Shaving her pubes was even more trauma. It itched
everywhere like the a rash from poison ivy.
They magicked away the hair around her anus.
"Why couldn't you magic away the other hair?" she asked.
DeMagne, the other female researcher in Team Five, smiled quietly.
A haircut and a moderate dose of glamour made her look like Jas - if he'd
spent the winter in Florida and gotten a skin-cancer inducing tan.
Yara switched identities magically and became Jas again.
"Explain to me why I had to shave my legs?"
Jas and Sheena filled out paperwork. They became employees of JL Recovery
Services. They took on-line courses. Orientation, Mission Statement,
Company Policies. They learned how to become security guards, an entry-
level position at JL.
Master Hoose presented them with uniforms. Black pants, belt, blue shirt,
red Boy-Scout kerchief tied around their neck. Hi-viz winter raingear.
They looked like renta-cops at the college.
The uniforms were fabbed in a Tonbridge maker. Living clothes, self-
repairing and self-cleaning. They should last longer than the cottoneen
uniform that Professor Helfast wore, taking more abuse while still
looking professional.
The professor wore a pistol in a holster on her belt. Two bars on her
collar instead of JL pins. Her kerchief was black.
Sheena asked, "Why does she get a pistol?"
Master Hoose said, "She's retired law-enforcement and likely has a
permit."
Master Hoose presented them with helmets and chevalines. The chevalines
were street-legal on any road which allowed horses.
They looked like four-legged pavement breakers. Each had a bench like a
snow-mobile with a seat that slid forward or back. The pincher in the
front made it look nightmarish. These were snake-headed horses with a
doubled roll cage over the bucket seat. Stretch-horses. Each was longer
than a horse. Taller, too. The chevalines each had a small windshield,
and a tray on each side that protected feet and knees and also held
cargo.
"Not that I'm complaining," Jas said.
"All-terrain vehicles," Master Hoose said. "Won't get a second look on
Red worlds or Green."
"Seismic. How do I ride one?"
"Like you do a horse. Weather shade, heater, aircon. Night vision.
Lights, turn signals. Cargo, here. Four riders, max. Or two big fellas.
Five hundred kilos." He showed them how to split the seat so there were
two seats, how to recline them. How to use the seat belts. How to swivel
the seats so they faced backwards.
"What do they eat? How fast do they go?"
"Automotive fuel, kerosene, biowaste, grass. If it's lightly loaded on
good road with good sight lines, it will cruise at ninety-five klicks. In
scrub you'll be lucky to do forty. They understand Eradi and Tsurgi, the
languages you call Green and Red. They also speak English and the Gray
cant. You can teach your chevaline knee commands or steer with the bar."
"Autodrive?"
"Works on most roads. The chevaline will wake you up if it's not sure
about something. You'll get farther on MH4. Odorless emissions, too.
Eighty kilometers per liter. Kerosene, you get about twenty and it smells
like burning kerosene. Grass? You pretty much need to graze as you go. If
it eats, it drops partly digested waste, like a horse. If you're running,
walk to feed every hour. At a trot, every two hours. An hour walking, an
hour running, or two hours at a trot. Or you can run it to the ground,
about four hours on plant matter. They need air and water.
Biomechanical."
"How do you get in them?"
Master Hoose said, "Recumbent. Heh." The chevalines crouched. "Up. Heh."
They rose.
"Can they swim? Do they heal?"
"They swim poorly. They drown easily. Avoid strong currents. You can
start a drowned chevaline after it dries, but there may be corrosion
issues and bugs in the program. Healing spells work but repair spells
work better. They heal naturally, but it's a slow process. Major damage
takes food, water, sunshine, and months of patience. Or an automotive-
grade maker and a talented mechanic."
When Jas logged on to PASsport, Reflet was servicing two customers at
Goblin's Dungeon. When she tried to disengage, a harness and three
succubi prevented her. Two of her inner voices were the same succubi,
standing in two worlds.
*It's time you learned a trade, honey boobs.*
She spent the next four minutes - more than two hours of game time -
finishing her shift on stage at the entrance to Goblin's Dungeon. When
she wasn't servicing customers, she fucked demons for the entertainment
of her audience.
Reflet was getting accustomed to the weight and discomforts of pregnancy.
And the taste of jizz.
When Reflet was able to leave her harness on stage, she waddled around,
searching for Jduli. Jduli's demons were here, it only made sense that
the ranger would be here someplace.
Maybe in a room upstairs?
No. Reflet narrowly avoided being tipped into one of those rooms by a
drunken NPC. She skipped heavily downstairs and asked the bouncer and the
bartender.
"Is she the father of your child?" the bartender asked, glancing down at
Reflet's belly.
"Anatomically impossible," Reflet said.
"Not in this game." The bartender smiled. He'd seen the half-elf but not
for a while.
Finally, out of desperation, Reflet gained the attention of one of
Jduli's imps. He was standing by the bar, playing pranks on customers.
"Hi. Do you know where Jduli is?"
The imp grinned. He pointed with his nose towards the brick arch that
marked the entrance to the actual dungeon. "She left us here, said you
would take care of our needs. Gotta say, I'm impressed." He patted her
very pregnant belly. "You know how to satisfy."
Reflet grunted.
"Speak of the devil," the imp said. He stuck his nose under her skirt.
"My little friend is getting big again."
Reflet paused the game. She asked, "Well?"
She heard a voice from the real world. "We tried," DeMagne said. "They
won't go."
"Okay. Scrub this mission." Jas put Reflet on autoplay and logged off.
When he became fully aware of the room around him, he excorporated his
three demons. They unfolded around him.
Jas felt noticeably lighter, and not just because he'd stepped out of a
pregnancy. Excorporating his riders caused him to lose mass. Muscle mass,
bone mass, stature. His perspective shifted. He could see from four pairs
of eyes, if he concentrated.
Ick said, "Nice try, Mistress."
Jas shrugged.
The demon explained. "I'll save you a three-peat. I'm already there. Why
would I let you strand this half of me in the same pocket world that my
other half is raping?"
Jas sighed. High payoff but low probability of success. Worth a shot,
though.
"I heard that," Icky said. "Mistress, I am keeping secrets for you. At
any time, I could show Badcock's demons the way back." Icky nodded
towards Sheena.
Sheena said, "The name is Babchok."
Icky ignored her. "I could be accused of not displaying professional
courtesy."
Jas saw where this was going. He rolled his eyes.
"So, Mistress," Icky said, "we're getting favors today. All three of us.
With that body." She looked around. "Anyone else who wants to join in can
have her. Or me. Or the boys." She grinned. After a moment, looking
around, she said, "Puritans, Quakers, and Shakers. I should curse all of
you with limp-dick."
Jas thought back. Had he taken valentine today?
Icky said, "Yes, you took your birth control." She bowed to Abelino.
"Mistress is skipping dance class this afternoon. Daddy should spank."
Jas touched Icky's shoulder. "We're headed out. Can it wait until we stop
for the night?"
Icky smiled. The imps grinned. "Did you just agree to sex in the real
world?"
They loaded up the chevalines and rode out. The demons insisted on riding
excorporated instead of incorporated. They agreed to stay invisible.
They stopped by Riverside first. The professor separated from the group
and told them she'd meet them at the truck stop in Fairview.
Jas and Sheena stopped by the Temp agency where Sheena worked. She
collected her last paycheck and quit. Then they stopped by her apartment.
Steve wasn't there.
Sheena looked around. "It's neat," she said. "It's clean? He paid next
month's rent already. I wonder if his uncle came to visit."
Steve's clothes were folded, sorted, and hung. Exactly where they should
be.
Sheena packed for the trip. Rain gear. A ski suit. Sundries. She packed a
camp skillet and a dutch oven. A camp cup. In the washroom, she stopped,
puzzled. She picked up menstrual pads. "These aren't mine." She checked
the trash. "That fucker. He's keeping a girl here. There are used pads in
the trash." She searched the house. She found bras and panties that
weren't hers. A few articles of clothing. A cookbook on the counter.
Five-Minute Meals. A handwritten note was scrawled on the inside of the
cover in a male hand. It wasn't Steve's handwriting.
For Rachel, so you won't starve. XXOO Tarhee Smallbend.
Jas grunted when he saw the signature. "Looks like she has a boyfriend."
"Or an ex-boyfriend. Speaking of soon-to-be exes." Sheena showed Jas the
clothes she found in the dirty-clothes hamper. "These are mine. The skank
is wearing my clothes. And this? Who would wear that?" She dropped
something pink back into the hamper.
They found stripper shoes by the door, too large for Sheena's feet.
"I'll kill him. I'll kill both of them." Sheena growled as she hopped on
her chevaline.
They checked Steve's job.
Steve's boss at Labor Force said, "He quit. Said he hurt his back. We're
hiring," the man said to both of them. "It's physical labor, but the pay
is better than any legit job in Fairview."
Jas said, "Wish you'd told me that a few days ago. I wouldn't be...." He
paused. "Thanks. Bad timing. Family emergency."
On the way out, Jas complained to Sheena, "I checked for jobs here. Every
week."
Sheena looked at him quizzically. "How good is that glamour?"
"Oh. I told you. I have some of his memories."
They rode around until they saw Steve's bike, parked by the bowling
alley.
Sheena said, "You check the gym. I'll check the porn shop. We'll meet at
the bowling alley. Oh, and, Princess? If you give him warning and I hear
that bike tear out of here, I'll rip your tits off."
Jas smiled. "Cool it with the incesspray, capisce? I'm incommunicado."
He checked out the gym. He asked to look around.
The Pilares employee said, "You'll have to provide proof of residence to
get a membership."
How did they know he was homeless? "Shouldn't be a problem." Jas said. He
checked the machines and the weight room. He checked the men's locker
room. He saw the imps check out the women's locker room. They came out
grinning but shaking their heads.
He met Sheena as she walked out of Slutsport Clearance and Consignment.
Icky came out with her. Icky shook her head and shrugged.
Steve's bike was still in the parking lot.
They entered Skittles together, two humans and three supposedly invisible
demons.
Jas looked around. So did Sheena.
No Steve.
Squelch patted Jas's ass. He pointed.
"I don't see him," Jas said.
Squelch said, "The ash blonde. The one trying to hide her face? She saw
us come in."
"You think that's Steve's girlfriend?"
Squelch smiled. He shook his head.
Then Jas noticed the collar. The glyph, poorly hidden by a short skirt.
Jas and Sheena sat on either side of the woman. Busty, blonde. Dressed
like a working girl.
Jas smiled. He said, "How's tricks?"
The woman gulped down her drink. She said, "I'm not working." She tried
to rise. Three demons held her down. She startled, wide-eyed but then
settled down, resigned.
Jas traded a glance with Sheena. He said, "Steve?"
The woman nodded.
"What happened?"
"I cut the collar. An angel appeared. Angry. She did this to me."
Jas smiled. "Probably not an angel."
"She looks like an angel." Steve shrugged. "But the things she tells me?"
She coughed. "What did I do to piss off the women's rights advocate of
this age?"
Jas said, "You cut up your wedding ring."
Steve fingered her collar. "Wedding ring?"
Sheena asked, "Steve, are those your shoes by the door?"
Steve nodded.
"Your menstrual pads?"
"Yah."
She laughed. "You poor sod. I was going to rip your testicles off and
feed them to bitch sleeping in my bed."
Steve smiled. "I honestly meant to tell you."
"What's your name now?" Sheena asked.
"Stevie."
"That's the best name you could come up with?"
"I'm Rachel at work."
Sheena said, "I won't ask where that is."
Stevie shrugged. "It's the only thing the angel lets me do."
Jas asked, "How're you coping, man?"
Stevie shrugged. "It pays the bills."
Jas switched off his glamour for a moment.
Stevie's eyes teared up. "You, too? What fucked-up world did they drag us
into?"
"You're out." Jas said. He glamoured up again. "Stay out."
Sheena said, "We're off to save Melissa."
Stevie glanced at Sheena and then Jas. "You're going back to those
people?"
Jas nodded.
"Bad plan, man. Worser bad."
Jas said, "Melissa."
Stevie crumpled. She shook her head, crying. "I can't. The angel says if
they see me they'll take me and it will be worse than before. Here at
least I'm not a slave." She looked up with a serious look on her face. "I
can't."
Jas nodded. "Favor to ask. Can you pay my storage fees for a couple of
months?"
Stevie reached in her purse. She handed Jas a stack of centurions. "Pay
it yourself. I'll see Tarhee Smallbend as soon as my shift starts. That's
soon enough."
Jas sighed. He took the money. "Thanks."
Sheena said, "Can you play my character on PASsport?"
"Why would I do that?" Stevie bit her tongue. "I get enough strange in
real life."
Sheena touched one of Stevie's glyphs. "These are demons. The collar is a
girl demon. Except when she has a dick."
Stevie nodded carefully.
"I'm free. We couldn't free-" Sheena paused, looking at Jas. "Her. She
tried something else, and it worked, but she's stuck with her demons on
this plane."
The demons appeared to Stevie. Stevie glanced at them and said, "Looks
similar to what's haunting me. They're not ghosts? Poltergeists?"
"Imps and a succubus."
"With an angel fetish." Stevie sighed. "How do I get them to stop
haunting me?"
Squick batted Stevie on the shoulder. "You don't, chickee."
Stevie reached out, fast as snakebite. She grabbed Squick by the neck.
Jas put a hand on Stevie. "Don't kill him. He'll just reappear on my neck
as a tattoo."
Stevie unhanded the imp.
Squick said, "Hey, man, I know where you live."
Stevie said, "Stand in line."
Squick smiled. "I might. I'll bring friends." Then Squick held up a peace
sign. "Hey, man, don't sweat it. They'll leave when their contract is
up."
"When is that?"
Squick shrugged. "Contracts vary. It's not like we have a union or
anything."
Stevie shook his head. He turned to Sheena. "Why am I playing your
PASsport? I didn't like it when I was a man."
Jas thought about contradicting him, but stopped.
Stevie said, "If I log on for twelve hours of game time per week, my
demons don't come looking for me here. Thirty minutes of real-world time
at 32 speed."
"Yes, but twelve hours of time, subjective. What did you do?"
"I didn't make a pact with them if that's what you're asking."
Stevie's eyes narrowed.
"I stranded them in the game universe."
Stevie smiled. "Really? You can do that? Can I?"
Jas said, "Maybe. But once they've taken physical form in this world,
it's hard to get them to cross over."
Stevie grunted.
"Part of a pact she made with her demons, we have to leave them on
autoplay."
Stevie said, "You keep saying she." She looked over to Jas.
He said, "You've seen my real form."
"Oh."
Sheena touched Stevie's arm. "Can you log on as me? I know it's a huge
favor. But there's no internet access out there."
"Fucking insane."
Sheena nodded.
Stevie sighed. "I'll try. No promises." She shuddered. "A combat rape
game? Lost its shine, girlfriend."
"If no can, no can. I'll deal with the demons when they reappear on my
skin."
Stevie traced circles on his empty beer cup. "The password is still taped
to the bottom of your player?"
Sheena nodded.
"How do I fox the biocheck?"
"I disabled that." Sheena handed Stevie her pasocon. "Use my phone."
"Who were you going to ask if you didn't find me?"
"My sister."
Stevie looked away. "Tell Tarhee that Rachel says hi." She smiled
briefly. Then she got up and went to the lady's room.
They picked up a few things from Jas's storage unit and paid off his bill
until April. Then they shopped for cheap dry goods and canned food. They
met Professor Helfast at the Truckee 77 'Eat More' truck stop.
They rode in uniform. They got as far as Dho'orado before they stopped
for the night. Sheena and the professor got a room at Daisy's. Jas used
glamour to change his appearance. He checked in, arm-in-arm with Icky at
the Kiss-n-Tell across the street. He signed in as Mr. and Ms. Vicky
Rosewater. The perfume she wore today smelled like rose water. He paid
for the room by live-casting the action.
"Why am I doing this?" Jas asked. The demon glamoured both of them. Jas
was now glamoured to look like Vicky, and Icky was a taller, more manly
version of his old self.
The demon spouse said, "It's free. We don't have money to waste. Besides,
the camera sees what I want it to see. Anonymous sex, the best kind."
Jas glanced at the imps, erections out like flagpoles. Or the handle on a
slot machine. "What do they look like?
"Like imps. Let the world try to break that encryption." Icky chuckled.
Jas swapped identities. He figured it was best to do it now. Before
things got busy. He bozo'ed Yara but somehow ended up highlighting Whore
instead.
In the moment before Jas's personality melted into something more
comfortable, Jas felt a stab of panic.
Then anticipation.
It was a long night. The woman minding Whore's body didn't get any sleep
until six in the morning.
She fucked and sucked imps. She ate out Icky's pussy. Then Icky changed
sex and Whore fucked and sucked three dicks like the nympho she was. She
didn't object when strange human men appeared. She wasn't sure who was
who anymore. Had the imps morphed again?
Nah. These were real human, swinging dicks.
She made certain they left drained and spent.
She even collected tips, which was illegal, outside of Fairview.
Her traveling companions woke her a few minutes after she'd fallen
asleep.
Whore had trouble finding the script kiddie spells. She needed, um,
something.
Couldn't go outside like this.
"I'll take care of it," Icky said. She cast a glamour on Whore, making
her sound male and look like she her was wearing her uniform. "Pretend to
be Jas. We can sex you as we travel."
It seemed like a fine idea. Whore agreed to it.
"Don't forget your birth control."
Whore nodded. She pulled a charge off her coin. Then she watched as Icky
remoted Whore's specs, reminding Sheena to take her valentine.
Her breasts grew sore as they traveled. And her pussy was never more than
a few minutes from orgasm.
She made sure the demons were happy, too. Fair was fair, right?
Amazing what you could do under the cover of glamour.
They passed through ag inspection at the Missouri River. Inspectors
pulled apart the chevalines, looking for contraband.
At the Mississippi, Public Safety officers checked their IDs. They
examined the Professor's badge, checked it on their database, and checked
her permits and certificates. The sword, the long knife, and the arrows
caused eyebrows. So did the bangsticks.
The professor said, "Diving. These other two are SCA nerds."
Sheena pointed to SCA armor and the nerfed arrows. She said, "There's a
moot outside of Boston. Also a blacksmith convention. That sword is hand-
made."
There was always a moot someplace.
They couldn't find a Kiss-n-Tell in Calumet City, outside of Chicago.
Instead, they found another Daisy's.
The imps found a disreputable brain-mod clinic and bought enough wetware
to chip four people. Whore paid for it the traditional way. On her knees.
Then she toured the bars and the alleys while the demons pimped her out.
They returned her to the motel room just before dawn. After making sure
she took her birth control.
They molested Whore all the way to Pittsfield, Mass. At the motel, Whore
opened up for a quick fuck-n-suck with all three demons. Then Icky
finally let Whore sleep.
She installed wetware.
Yara woke that morning, a little confused.
"How long did I sleep?" She asked.
"Ten hours," Icky said. "How do you feel?"
"Okay. I guess." She looked around. "Where are the girls?"
"They won't sleep with demons. They don't trust us."
Yara shrugged. "Don't know why. You've been quite tame." Yara stretched
and yawned. "Other than that first night."
"We have a reputation. Don't tell your friends we've been good."
Yara grunted. She scratched her boob. "I need new clothes," she said. The
uniform she had on was quite tight. She'd grown. Or her clothes had
shrunk. No, her hips were bigger. So were her boobs. "Think I need a
bra."
Icky said, "I bought you some bras. But those titties won't sag. Magic."
Yara's panties molded to her like a living microthong. It squirmed,
making her constantly aware of her sex. The bra was worse. It felt like
it was suckling her.
She masturbated in the shower. Ugh, she still had spunk leaking down
there. From both holes.
She looked at her arse in the mirror. She spread her cheeks. Still
gaping.
Melissa used to complain about the aftereffects of anal sex. Now Yara
knew why.
Meh. The thong would keep her sanitary. She sniffed it. Still smelled
fresh, Permanent Fresh.
Worked as advertised, apparently.
She soaped up her clothes and rinsed them off. It couldn't hurt to wash
them, right?
Stepping out of the shower, under the infrared lamp, Yara felt a cramp.
It started in her lower back. Moved to her gut. Nausea. Headache.
Ugh.
Why didn't they have a Paracetamol spell? She found a ginger spell. She
triggered it.
Oh, my. Yara startled. Wide-awake now, and quite stimulated.
The spell wasn't what she thought it was. She read the description. Oh.
It simulated a plug of ginger up her arse and in her pussy.
Her eyes watered. The cramps intensified, as did the headache.
No more nausea, though.
Heat blossomed in her core. She knew without looking she was drooling
from both holes down there. It burned. She wanted to touch it.
Yara dabbed herself with toilet tissue. Then she wedged herself back into
her clothes. She wore a micropore towel over her vest like a shawl, and
zipped up her winter jacket.
Why did she keep thinking of sex? Was it the ginger?
In the restaurant, she couldn't keep her eyes off any passing wang. Or a
set of tits, for that matter.
Yara picked through her breakfast. She caught herself scrolling through
seduction spells. She smiled briefly when she saw a spell that turned
armor into a sexual predator.
Cursed Armor, IV
The first orgasm on the chevaline took Yara by surprise. She scanned her
body for magic.
Dammit. Her clothes were infected. Probably when she read up on the
cursed armor spell.
Yara spent the next two hours trying to find the right counter-spell
while her body reacted to the curse. Twenty minutes between the first two
orgasms, then every six minutes after that.
Autodrive. Yara let the chevaline follow the others. She pulled down
spells and counter-spells and finally found a spell that would stop her
clothes from molesting her. Then she modified the original spell so that
it wouldn't activate when she scanned it. She had her secretary hunt for
similar code and install patches in her library automatically.
Strange. Her coin was at max capacity. Yara passed half the charges to
Sheena's coin.
"We're here," Professor Helfast announced. "Bridgewater Triangle." They
stopped at lumber road in a swamp just outside of Alger's Corner.
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