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20Jas0017, The Labors of Jasper Episode 17; 6615 words At three fifteen in the morning, Jas got a call on her specs. Instead of hunting for her specs, she examined the call on her internal AV suite. The Free Clinic in Fairview. Free? The princess had paid dearly for their service. An astounding amount of money, more than Jas earned in a year. Jas answered the call. It was Nurse Cutie, dressed up as a candy-striper again. Dr. Quintana Longstockings, whoever she was. "Sorry for the two a.m. call," the doctor said. "But the delivery drone leaves at four. I'd like to verify your safety. Visual, please?" "Ah, hang one. I'm naked. Also not sure where my specs are." Jas crawled out from the dogpile of demons, fey, and tentacles. Had she really had sex with Good Tom again? She looked at his erection, still throbbing. It matched the throbbing she felt in her pussy. She dosed herself with valentine. She'd forgotten to yesterday. She checked the view from her specs. Ah. There they were, facing the bed. She hoped they weren't recording, worse yet, live and on-line. The demons were visible on the specs, but they looked like regular people. She wondered how that magic worked. "Lights," she said. She stepped into her panties. Squidgy, ew. Cold and wet. But they covered the essential bits. "I'm fine," she said. She held up the specs to show a view of herself and the galley. "Are you alone?" "Ah, no." "Show him to me." "He's naked." "I've seen it. More importantly, my staff has seen it. He raped three of us. My daycare worker is in ICU." "Will she live?" Jas put on the specs. She viewed the bed with Good Tom asleep on it. Thankfully, the tentacles had retracted by now. And the demons were out view also. She flipped the specs up and checked with her own eyes. Yup. Invisible. Or gone. Someone pinched her arse. Not gone. Were they not here physically at all? Was it all in her mind? No, they cast shadows. They'd carried her. They'd... Oh, she'd never get anywhere with this logic. "That's him," Dr. Longstockings said. "Are you safe?" "Never safe with this monster, but I'm fine for now." "I'm sending the packet ballistic mail. Please verify that you're not under duress." "I so verify." "The vax patches should arrive on island a little after four. Customs and whatnot. You should get them today. Please read the instructions carefully." "Um, thanks?" "Don't bring that penis back to my clinic unless it's in a box." She hung up. Squick appeared next to Jas. "Wanna fuck?" He grinned. "Why do I get the three a.m. calls?" Especially the booty calls. Jas checked the princess. Maybe she should timeshare a bit, entertain her own demons. Oh, that. Besides minding Good Tom's body, the Princess was on-line, playing PASsport. At 32 speed. Good Tom ejaculated on his belly. Jas felt her own pussy clench. Sex in the virtual. Almost as messy as sex in the real. The Princess cooked everyone breakfast while wearing Good Tom's body. Soup made with fish heads and liver sausage. "This is everyday breakfast at court. Tuck in." The demons devoured it. Jas picked at it. It looked and smelled like ear wax. "Too rich for me," she said. She gave her bowl to Squelch. She fixed a microwave burrito instead, made with maker meat. A bum boat showed up at seven. It delivered a blister of vax patches from the Free Clinic in Fairview. It also delivered a case of Maryland whiskey. Good Tom's favorite. Yara-Good Tom signed for both items with Good Tom's thumb print. "How does that work?" Jas asked. "Magic." Yara-Good Tom read the invoice. She cursed by three goddesses and a kangaroo. "Pirates! Three times the price they charged me for ... the...." She stopped. She read the labels and chuckled. "Worth it. Every centurion." Jas had to see. She peered over Good Tom's shoulder. The demons also crowded around. Yara-Good Tom separated the packets. "For a sawbones, Dr. QT is pretty savvy. These patches we apply now." She peeled away dermal patches and applied them to Good Tom's body. "These are tailored specifically for his genetics." She grinned, showing Good Tom's missing teeth. "These other patches we apply later, when he has my genetics." She held up the second blister of patches. "And these," she applied patches to Jas's body. "For you. For me, in my other body." She found a fourth blister pouch. "Ooh, accelerant. I won't have to doctor the hob's patches as much." She applied accelerant patches to Good Tom's body and read the warnings on the label. "Side effects include sudden death." She sighed. "We should be so lucky." Yara-Good Tom poured a splash of whiskey from every bottle in the case. She passed a cup to every person here and poured one on the floor. It absorbed. "Confusion to our enemies." She hoisted her cup and downed it. She coughed. The demons also coughed after drinking that whiskey. Yara-Good Tom examined her cup. "I don't see what he enjoys about Maryland whiskey." "He used to make it," Jas explained. "A free man. New immigrant, full of ideals. Then they snatched him again for mine labor in your kingdom." Jas nodded to Good Tom. It felt strange to be telling his stories to his body. Yara said, "When was that?" "Two hundred years ago." "The Lunar Wars. A weapontake. He didn't respond, so the slavers took him." She nodded to the tatty cap on the counter. "That means a freed slave. But free doesn't mean free to ignore the banns." "He has a real hard-on for you royals." "I noticed. What's his gravy with humans?" Jas shrugged. "Mayflies. We don't live long enough to count. He views us as pets, or working animals. Rats, a plague on the planets." "One day you'll live as long as we do." "I hope we learn to tell more than five stories when we're drunk." Yara-Good Tom asked, "Are you bleeding?" Jas looked down. "Guh. Another period. I'm starting to really detest these." "That's not good." "It's just a period." Jas eyed the makers. "I'll make some pads." "I'm going into estrus you twat. A big event for the fey. It doesn't happen every month like it does for you folk." "It seems to. This is my second experience with the fresh feelings of spring." Jas smiled, imitating the advert. Then she grimaced. "I see why Missy hates those fucking ads." "This is your second period? My second period? Oh, fuck me. I gotta get pregnant." "Not on this birth control." Jas tapped the coin she wore on her wrist now. "You're on birth control? Gods fuck. Do you understand what it does to your body? My body?" "It keeps us from getting ass-preggers with tentacle monsters." She nodded to the imps. "It makes us boy crazy and a little bit irrational." "That comes in handy when you're entertaining this bastard and all his cousins." Jas tapped Yara-Good Tom's shoulder. "No, seriously, it can be addictive. We need to get you pregnant. With a fey child. Tentacle monsters and human hybrids only provide temporary relief." "Me? How about you? When am I getting my own body back?" "Gimme that." Yara-Good Tom snatched the coin from Jas's wrist. "No more valentine for you. That's what valentine is. I wondered." "Hey! That's my mom's coin." "I'm depleting the charges." "It's good for other things besides valentine." They motored back into open ocean after that, waiting in a queue behind two other cargo ships and a cruise liner. The waves were still mountainous, taller than the barge. It was a rough ride, but not as rough as it had been. The boat had changed shape in their days at anchor. More seaworthy. Tentacles snatched whatever wasn't stowed for sea and held the item in place while Jas tied it down. More than once, a tentacle caught Jas or Yara-Good Tom as they lost their footing. The demons didn't seem to have trouble walking. But Icky got seasick again. Yara-Good Tom and Jas spent the morning Hive-proofing the barge. Because, with all the demon sex Jas was having, Hive pregnancy was almost certain. "You could just fold them in," Yara-Good Tom suggested. "How about we do that to you? Fold them onto your body." Yara-Good Tom bared her teeth. "That will wake him up. Immediately. You want to deal with him?" Jas grunted. "Fine. Finish girling him. Then we transfer the sigils." Icky looked up from her bucket. She said, "Excuse me? Whose permission will you need for that?" Jas said, "It would be polite to ask." "I give you great latitude, human. Don't annoy me." "More ginger tea? Soup?" "N-no. Gods, no, please." Icky puked again. "Fold me in," she said. "Have mercy." Jas glanced at Icky's bucket and felt her gorge rise. Second breakfast didn't smell any better than the first. "If Good Tom wakes -" "Then we get raped together. If you don't fold me in I'll wake him myself." Jas folded her in. She fingered the collar. Felt a familiar weight on her soul. Extra weight of tits and hips and arse. Squick said, "You gained weight, fat girl." "Suck my dick, demon." Squick said, "Daddy will spank." Jas sighed. Having an orgasm while getting spanked still confused her. That afternoon, Yara made potions with whiskey and vax patches, sealing the whiskey bottles like they had never been opened. Jas used her Viz1 to monitor the waters around the ship. She showered, letting the shower monster molest her in the process. Then she did her hair. Her freckles had turned blue. She covered up with make-up. The moons on her nails were also blue. Nail polish. She pulled lunch from the shipfruit bin. She listened in on the telemetry to and from Yara-inside her and Yara- Good Tom. The spells the Yaras were using were fiendishly complex - far beyond Jas's understanding. Jas recorded them to her specs and set her secretary on them, figuring out the math, the syntax, and what nanomachines did what. She added these spells to a growing list of spells she didn't understand. Yet. On the toilet, Jas discovered new troubles. Constipation. She recognized the symptoms. She'd experienced them in the game often enough. Hive pregnancy. She hoped she wasn't ass pregnant. That afternoon, Jas had sex with two imps, ship tentacles, and Yara-Good Tom. The lack of birth control added to the rush. Damned demons. "You have boobs," Jas said, poking Good Tom's chest. "Coming in nicely. Teeth will fall out soon. Claws, too." "Eh?" "Can't have someone impersonating me with hob teeth and claws. So those are coming out. The set that replaces them will be normal teeth and proper nails." Normal? Proper? For a fey. Not for humans. "He's not going to like that." Jas played with one of Good Tom's nipples. "He has hair up top, first time in centuries. He's also taller, a giant among hobs. He'll like that." Jas wriggled away from a tentacle. Its penis looked just like the chevaline's, except smaller. The tentacles were growing, too. She hoped its appliance penis didn't grow with it. Penises. Penii? Peninsulas. She kissed the tip of the one in her hand and covered it by pulling the tulip back over it. "Later, monster. Icky says I should log on." Jduli was on, as was Elvercub. That meant that Sheena and Stevie were on. Jas stepped into Reflet and said, "Hey." "Hey, back." Elvercub hit Reflet in the shoulder. "You got girled." "Art imitates life." "Still a paladin?" "Of course." "How's tricks?" "Better now," Elvercub said. "Jduli's overmind got raped." "Hey!" Jduli looked upset. Reflet asked, "You okay?" "No. Yes." Jduli adjusted her armor. "This game gives me the horrors. When it isn't therapeutic." "Who raped you?" "Little guy. Strong as a baboon. Said he's your business manager." Elvercub said, "He killed two police officers. Raped another. I hear the cop's in therapy. Dude got into her head, making her cum three times on camera. With her hair soaked in the blood of her partner." Reflet sighed. Jduli said, "We thought we should warn you. He dug up your mom's body. Threw the bones in the river." "Wasn't my mom's bones." "Huh?" "They cremated her. I poured the ashes." "He threw somebody's bones. He broke the grave marker, too. Threw it half a block." "Get yourself checked. He has warts." "Yaw, yaw, yaw. Got my shots, years ago. Got an IUD now." "How did you afford that?" "The state paid for it." "You're a sex worker?" Jduli sighed. "Not currently. Still working the coffee cart." "If they pay for the ID they expect you to use it." "I'm going to my checkups. Logging time as a cam girl while I work the brothels in this game. My case manager says it counts." "First Sss-Elvercub, now you." "It pays better than the coffee cart. Besides, I'm getting tired of girl-on-girl." "Really?" "It's not as much fun as it looks. I don't like the smell of pussy." She made a face. "The taste. The slime. Giving our vibrator a workout, though." "You're girlfriend-girlfriend now? You and Stevie?" "We haven't announced it to the world yet." Elvercub said, "You just did. You're on camera, babe." "Ah, fuck fingers. Ya, guys, it's official. Sex tapes will be available, like, never? So don't ask." "Thanks for outing me," Elvercub said. "Reflet." She'd used his real- world name. "Sorry. What is your site name? Both of you? I want to see." Jduli said, "That's pervy, even for you." "Not the sex. I want to see you on cam. In person. Right now." "Oh. It's my avatar's name and guild at PHE dot game." Jduli displayed the site name on camera as text. "Elvercub's not on." Elvercub spoke, "I'm not allowed to cam whore. Contract. You guys want to see me, I'm on at Jenny's Teacup." Elvercub listed the site. "Evenings, Tuesday through Saturday. You can log on or you can visit me in person. Cover charge, background checks apply." Jas split her screen. Funny, doing that while immersed. She saw Sheena, but not Stevie. She could see Stevie's shadow, though. "Hey, girl. I like what the tooning did to you." Sheena waved to the 3D. She blew a kiss. Jas rotated the view. "Are you really topless?" Was the wet spot in her panties real, or tooned? Sheena nodded. "I get paid by the cume. You ready to play? My viewers want to see me cum when my avatar gets raped." The days passed quietly. The seas calmed down a bit but then picked back up. Hurricane Bing smashed into the Dutch West Indies but sent rollers far to the south. Icky stayed folded up. After a while the imps joined her. Jas gave birth to three tentacle monsters, two vaginally, and one from her arse. They were cute and playful and they loved mama's milk. Jas couldn't let the ship kill them. She found vax patches for extra milk production and she applied them to herself and to Yara-Good Tom. They took turns nursing the monsters. Good Tom continued to grow. His penis grew with him. It turned purple. They fucked often. It passed the time. Good Tom looked like a girl now. A girl with horse teeth, but Jas now knew that was normal for a fey. If he wore a skirt, he could pass. He lost muscle tone and bone mass. He lost strength along with it. Jas could sometimes best Yara-Good Tom while wrestling in bed. When the demons allowed it. It was time to apply the second round of patches. Yara-Good Tom opened a bottle of whiskey. She proceeded to get drunk on it. They met a customs boat at the mouth of the Amazon River. Good Tom was drunk, passed out on the bed again. Jas presented passports for both of them. Actually she presented two of Yara's passports, Amoy Panis and Yara Kusanac of the Green. "There was a man on board," the customs official looked around. "Just the two of us. We had visitors in the Caymans but they didn't sail." "He's listed as a passenger." "I didn't list him." "You're the captain?" He glanced at her barely covered boobs. "Operator. The boat's AI is licensed." "Let's listen to the radio comms." They listened to Jas's conversation with Harbor Control in the Caymans. Jas altered the comms with a small application of glamour. "See? Just me and the princess." Jas squinted fiercely at the tentacle monsters hiding under the bed. She covered up their motion with glamour, sent a small spark at the monsters to chase them back under the bed. The customs officer looked concerned. "Sorry for the misunderstanding. Our intel is usually correct." Jas shrugged. "Technology is unreliable around that girl. That's why she's on the No Fly list. She's from another world. Glitches, bugs, all kinds of odd experiences. Honestly? I think she has gremlins." Jas shot another spark at the tentacle monsters. "Do you need a pilot?" "I loaded one this morning." Jas pat the pilot's console. "Sign here, and here. Have a safe voyage." On Superbowl Sunday, Jas put the boat on autopilot and watched the game with Yara. The princess didn't understand the game but watched it anyway. They fucked during the commercials. Good Tom's penis and ball sack was nearly black now. His penis was huge. Jas rode it like a nymph. The demons unfolded at half time. They fucked Yara-Good Tom in the arse. Jas begged for it. Each of the demons patted her belly. "Don't want to abort the little princess." "I'm pregnant?" "You've been pregnant for weeks." "Why am I still boy crazy?" Icky giggled. "Natural inclination, I would say." "You trained that into me." Icky nodded. The game started again. The demons played with the tentacle monsters for a while, but then folded back in. Soon, Good Tom was yelling at the 3D and cursing like demon. Jas's hackles rose. "You want anything from the kitchen?" "Whiskey." Good Tom grinned. "Then you can bounce on my lap while Yukon loses another one." Jas fetched the whiskey. She handed it to ... Yara? "I like what you did with my body," Good Tom said. He grabbed Jas's wrist. "Except for my voice and the tits." He touched Jas's forehead. He rolled his tongue in his mouth. "What happened to my teeth?" Good Tom dipped into Jas's mind. He pulled the princess completely out. Jas watched the information transfer passively. Instead of a simulation of Yara's personality and memories, Good Tom imprinted himself with a complete copy of Yara. It should have been his final act. It was not. Perhaps they were more alike than different. Perhaps, by controlling the process, Good Tom avoided being subsumed by the presence he invited into his head. Then Good Tom switched Jas's personality to Whore. It wasn't much of a difference, Whore noted. Less aptitude with magic. A bit more playful in bed. Submissive, but with a hidden rebellious streak. Good Tom dialed the rebellious tendencies away. He adjusted Whore's other specs to suit his needs. Then he threw all three tentacle monsters in the river. The following days passed in a blur. Fuckings, beatings, and vandalism. Then Good Tom ran out of whiskey. He turned mean. But something had broken inside him. The abuse let up. "You bore me," he told Jas. "I tire of punishing you." Good Tom choked her. Whore almost welcomed death. She gave up. Jas fought for control. She called up spells. She got into Good Tom's mind. Guh. It was just as disgusting as before. Worse. She linked up anyway. She looked for the princess, to wake her up. She found the princess everywhere. This was the princess. Good Tom had overwhelmed her. Absorbed her. Taken what was hers and made it his own. Jas spoke mind-to-mind, *Good Tom, you have a problem.* He threw her across the room. "My problem is I can't snap your neck with this woman's body." Jas coughed. "You have a bigger problem than that." "I'll use a knife." "You hate royals." "Mmn, hmm. Die quietly, please." He advanced with a cleaver. Jas spoke quickly. "You're a royal now. Your blood, your appearance, even the memories. In any way you measure it, you are Princess Yara." Good Tom hesitated. Then he shrugged and raised the cleaver again. "You want a revolution? Now you can fight from the inside. Save your people. Or, go with it and remain obscenely rich and powerful." Good Tom smiled. "Thanks for the tip. I'll cut you up and feed you to the fish. Instead of leaving you out for the flies." "You have another problem." Jas backed away, outside onto the cargo deck. "Running won't help," Good Tom said. "I can find you anywhere." "You can't return to the Green lands. You're banished." "Meh." "There's a bounty on a woman with these marks." Jas pointed to her glyphs. "The Red Chancellor himself. Worth mucho dinero." "English." "Many coins." Jas called up the spell that would duplicate the marks on him. Her spell list disappeared. *Not today, Sugar Pockets.* Oh, hell. *Can we bargain?* Jas heard laughter inside her head. "You value your worthless life more than your freedom?" Good Tom tossed the cleaver in the river. "You have no honor. Come here, slut. Show me that you have no self-respect." Jas hesitated. "Beg me to kill you. Preserve what little honor you have." Jas tried to speak. She couldn't. Demons. Her body walked on its own with a jerking gait. She knelt before him. Her hand reached under his skirt. She found his dick and pumped it until it was hard. "You bargain like a slave. Very well. You are a slave. I will sell you. I will breed you." "You already bred me. I carry your child." "When that child is born, I will collect your bounty. In the meantime," He dragged her by the hair to the bed. "Use the one talent you have. Whore yourself out to me." Jas watched, dismayed, as Icky took control of her body and offered it to Good Tom. Good Tom fucked her brutally. Icky stepped out of the body and let Jas fall back in it just as Jas crashed through her first orgasm. The first of many. The demons helped that along, but when Jas was honest with herself, she realized that she was also partly responsible for her actions - seeking out climaxes instead of enduring them. They docked at the next city. Jas never learned its name. She couldn't speak the language, Portuguese. She did learn the words a whore needed to know. She earned surprisingly little money, doing what she loved. She loved this. When did that happen? Then they motored upstream. Jas fell asleep at his feet. She catered to his whims better than a wife would. Was this what total surrender felt like? Good Tom grew tired of his perfect sex doll. He grew tired of servicing Jas personally. So he modified the ship to do it for him. The ship's tentacles kept Jas on the edge of orgasm for most of each day. She could only find release when Good Tom said so. Sometimes that involved a show. Often it was sex - with Good Tom or one of the men and women he brought on board. One time it was a dog. Jas looked up, tears in her eyes. She'd just cum while knotted and sucking the dog owner's dick. She tried plotting her revenge but Good Tom knew her every thought. He was inside her head at every moment, even while he slept. Good Tom started fucking her while they both played PASsport and fucked on-line at the same time. One evening his dick fell off. His dick remained inside Jas, still spurting, and his balls hung from the shreds. Blood everywhere. Jas looked up and smiled. Good Tom was female now, in every way except mentally. She felt him retreat from her mind. Jas acted immediately. She activated the spell and duplicated the marks and collar on Good Tom's body. Then she unfolded her demons from her own body. The demons helped Jas pin Good Tom to the bed. Each demon fucked Good Tom in his new vagina. Then they fucked him anally. Then they gave him to the ship's tentacles, which had been trained to hold him and fuck him and keep him cumming until they told it to edge him instead. Icky patted Jas on the shoulder. "That took longer than I thought it would." "How do we keep him from unfolding his demons?" Icky smiled. "Normally, I'm in charge of when I come and go. That little coin that I let you keep makes you special." "He's stuck like that?" Icky nodded. "Two more tasks for the day. Go inside him and wake up the Princess." "She's already awake. They melded. He won." Good Tom started screaming. "Let me go!" He pulled against the tentacles that held him. Icky stepped back. She studied Good Tom. "Interesting. Silence that mouth." "Um." Jas looked around. "Command him to be silent." "I have a better idea." Jas smiled. She grabbed his chin. "The only noises I want to hear from you are the moans of a whore. Do you understand?" Good Tom shuddered. "We'll wait for you to finish cumming. Do you understand?" Good Tom whimpered. He nodded. "No biting. If there is biting there will be spankings." Icky said, "There will be spankings anyway." "Yeah, but we'll let her cum if she's a good fucky sucky girl." "I like it." Jas pulled up a spell. She examined Good Tom's personalities. Good Tom, Yara, Slave. She added a fourth personality, Fucky Sucky Girl. She borrowed personality traits from the other three. Sexuality? She hesitated. "Which would you prefer?" she asked Good Tom, "a female outlook while trapped in this body, or a male?" Good Tom shuddered. He moaned. "You can answer questions when asked." "Sod yourself. I will escape. I will hunt you down." "Right. I decide." She selected female, preference, female. Good Tom would recoil at the touch of a man, but would learn to enjoy it. "Accept that personality now, or I'll lock you in as yourself and break you." Good Tom sighed. There were tears in his eyes. In his last act as Good Tom, he accepted the spell. "You showed no mercy to me or my friends," Jas said. "You dug up bones from my mother's grave and threw them in a river. You made me fuck a dog and enjoy it. You're a blight on this world. Your new name is Princess. Tell me your name and accept it." The woman on the bed hesitated. "Would you rather be Fucky Sucky Girl?" "Princess. My name is Princess." "Good." Jas sealed the spell. "If you hear other names you will ignore them. You may eventually figure out that others are trying to address you. When asked your name, you will say?" "Princess." "Except if the Queen asks, or the Red Chancellor." Jas coded in the exceptions. "Then you will say?" "Yara." "Thank you." She spoke to the boat. "Make her cum until I tire of hearing her moan. Then edge her. Let her cum while edging only often enough to maximize her response. Gambler's payoff. Sometimes she wins. Sometimes she gets a ruined orgasm. Feed her in the morning if she's still alive. Collect her excreta. I don't want to step in it. Oh, and make the milk come in again." Princess struggled as tentacles found her nipples and sucked. "Spank her," Jas said. "She's being naughty. Make her cum while being spanked." "You'll make a fine demon," Icky said. She pat Jas on the shoulder. They listened to the thwacks, the mop-bucket sounds of tentacle sex, and the moans. "You," Jas turned to Icky. "Why?" "It's my job to torment you." "Bull cock." "It was the fastest way to this endpoint." Jas hesitated. "I should thank you." "I have a thankless job. I'm used to it." Jas hugged Icky. Icky hugged her back. Then the imps came in for a group hug. Icky wiped tears from her eyes. "Don't think I'm going soft on you," Icky said. "I still have a contract." "I think I learned how to whore." "You did. I'm proud of you, lover." "Let's get you to the Moon. And then the Red lands. They connect?" "I'm told they do. One last task. Put her in estrus. The Red Chancellor is expecting a woman in estrus. You don't want him zeroing in on you, pregnant girl." "I don't know how to do that." "I'll show you." Jas cut up Good Tom's hat. She made Princess wear the bottom half of the hat as a skirt. She refashioned the top part of Good Tom's hat as a bra top and panties. They motored upriver. They stopped for fuel at Manaus. Boats stopped by with people who had contracted with Good Tom for sex with Jas. Jas considered it briefly the first time, but she turned the people away. She didn't feel confident she could handle crowds. Some of these men were armed. She learned how to say, "Wrong boat, senhor," in Portuguese, and then in Spanish. She also learned to glamour herself to appear as a man, and glamour the boat to blend in with other traffic. She watched as the boat transformed itself from an ocean vessel to a river barge again. She stayed far from shore when she could. Good Tom was the tribe's best tracker, but not its only tracker. She especially watched the bridges. The imps taught her how their invisibility worked, and how to defeat it. Jas worked with her secretary and learned how higher magic worked. She fabbed factories to manufacture the necessary daemons. Then she changed the coding and the hardware so it wouldn't be 'green' magic, or 'red.' She hunted through her mind, searching for any evidence the Yara Kusanac was still in there. Three hundred years of pathways burned in place. She had to be someplace. Jas could still speak and think in Eradi. That was proof that some part of Yara existed. Wasn't it? She finally found evidence of what Good Tom had done. Her sleep center had been altered. Yara, who probably still did exist, was probably sleeping. Perhaps dreaming. This is what royals did to the minds they pushed aside when taking a new body. They rendered their hosts asleep, then unconscious, then comatose. Yara was somewhere along in that process. Jas didn't have the tools to even measure that. She would ask the Red Witch. Or Yara herself, if she ever met her original body again. The copy of Yara in Good Tom was fully corrupted. It might be useful for reference, but Jas wouldn't inflict that concordance on any shell. Especially not herself. Princess continued her training, day and night. When the ship wasn't fucking her, the demons were. Or she was fucking on-line. She went hard into estrus. Jas dipped her hat in Princess's menstrual fluids. "The blood of my enemies." She kept Princess on birth control. Jas awarded her slave small freedoms as reward for target behavior. She could wash herself. She could use the toilet instead of a suction tentacle. She could feed herself. She started seeing little signs in the jungle. Red caps. The river was narrowing now. It wouldn't be long. "Here," Jas pointed to a town on the charts. "There's a bus. We can take it to Quito." "First you have to survive the attack." Jas asked her secretary. *How do I say, 'Welcome, Red Caps,' in their language? How do I write that down?* Jas fashioned a breadboard sign. She posted it on the dock. It said, 'Welcome, Red caps' in Spanish, in English, and in a variant of the Eradi script. She saw one before it saw her. She snuck up on it. "Welcome," she said in pidgin Eradi. In English, she said, "Bad Tom. Long time no fuck." He stepped back. "Do I know you?" Jas smiled. She spoke in his language again. "Whom do you seek?" "You know Hob Talk." "I know a few words." Other red caps gathered around. Bad Tom said, "This woman knows Hob Talk. Are you a hob?" "I am not." "You wear a free cap." "It wasn't free." He smiled. "I smell blood. The blood of your enemies? This woman is a red cap!" Jas said, "Some of the blood is red cap blood." The laughter stopped. Smiles disappeared. "There is blood of a royal, too." Bad Tom smiled briefly. He spoke in English. "We seek my brother and an escaped fucky sucky girl." "I know the fate of both." Badoesa said, "I smell him on her." A woman that Jas hadn't met before came up. She sniffed. "Confirmed. Where is my husband?" "I know Badoesa," Jas said. "You are the senior wife? Ann Woding Osack?" "Anwoiding. Oosak is my title, senior wife." Jas clapped twice. "Princess! Front and center. Mouth shut, eyes down. Present." Princess ran from the boat and knelt by Jas. Jas said, "Tell them your name, girl." "Princess." "Tell them your name from before you were Princess." Princess hesitated. Then she said, "Princess." "Tell them your name in their language." Princess hesitated again. "Wah-sut." "Second senior wife?" Anwoiding asked. "Or Princess," Badoesa said. "We don't have a word for Princess." Badoesa lifted Princess by the hair. "To your feet, girl. Open your mouth. Oh that's cute," she said. "She has milk teeth." She played with Princess's nipples, watched the milk dribble. "On your knees." Princess knelt again. Badoesa turned to Jas. "Nice fucky sucky girl. Well trained. Is she for sale?" "I don't know. Girl. You may answer this question. Do you want to be sold back to your people?" Princess shook her head. She continued to look down. Jas said, "I should rent you out for the night." She nudged Princess with her toe. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Princess shook her head. "Don't lie. You know what happens when you lie." Princess shuddered. She nodded briefly. Badoesa said, "That's him. I recognize the way his eyes shift when he lies." Bad Tom's eyes grew wide. "That's my brother?" Badoesa said, "It was. Oosak? What now?" "Not much of a husband. She doesn't want us to buy her back. And she's too tall. I won't have a slave girl who looks down on me. Is this glamour?" Jas smiled for a moment. "No. What you see is what she is." "You are the fucky sucky girl we seek?" "I was." "We have your beast. It gave us a good chase." She whistled. Rivet trotted up. "Trade you. Use of the girl for a day and a night. And whenever we drop by. Use of the beast whenever you need it." "Princess is on her way to another world." "We can find her." "I'm tempted but I've heard the bargains your tribe makes. Use of the girl. That could include me." Anwoiding laughed. "Sharp. I like that. Use of the worthless fucky sucky girl whose name is Princess at the moment." "That still could apply to me." Anwoiding slapped Jas on the shoulder. "I will not trick you a third time. What words do you want me to say? This girl at my feet and not the girl standing by me?" "Those words will do. Deal." Jas clasped Anwoiding's forearm. "Deal. You are not the girl we seek. She is not the husband I seek." She kicked Princess in the boob. "Fool!" she spoke in her language. "I told you and I told you. Never go hunting alone! Idiot! Slave marks! Idiot. You make a pretty girl. If you like tall girls with bird bones." Anwoiding turned to Jas. "Did you understand any of that?" "Most of it." "How did you do it? How did you change him?" "I got lucky. He let his guard down. Just long enough." Anwoiding grimaced. She kicked Princess again. "Hear that? If you had listened to Oosak, you'd still be a man. Tell me your name again, girl." "Wah-sut." "I will weave this tale into our song of songs. a fine lesson for all husbands." Princess cringed. "You are not Wah-sut to me. You are worthless fucky sucky girl. You deserve what is coming." Anwoiding grabbed Princess by the jaw. "You will pleasure me tonight." "Careful. She bites. I haven't been able to train that out of her." "I will bust her teeth. Hang her by her tits over the fire." "She doesn't need teeth. She probably needs her tits, though. And her feet. It's a long walk." Anwoiding laughed. "Hear that, fucky sucky girl? Your owner says you don't need teeth." "Can I ask a boon?" Jas asked. "I've been surviving on fish and shipfruit for a month. Can we have a feast?" She'd seen the food they served at feasts. This time she wouldn't be the entertainment for the tribe. She could eat. "You are pregnant?" Anwoiding asked. She watched as the men passed Princess along. "It shows?" Anwoiding nodded. "Is it his?" "If I say it is?" "That makes us sisters. Or wives. Fifth senior wife?" "Not the title I'm hunting for." "Concubine." "No." "We have a word for got drunk and then got pregnant." "What is that?" "It translates as unmarried mother." "That sounds accurate." "It also means slut." "I've been called worse." "Don't let the boy grow up human." "What's wrong with that?" "When he meets our kind, he'll be a slave or a dead man." "She. I'm told it's a girl." "Even more so. How did you earn the hat?" "I think I earned it tonight." Anwoiding startled. Then she laughed. Badoesa stood on the other side of Jas. "I think the men are done with her. Our turn." Jas smiled. "Pass. I've had enough sex for one day." Anwoiding laughed again. "Truly? Is she good in bed?" "She needs training." "Ha!" Badoesa said, "I will kill you. You stole my husband." "I didn't kill him or steal him. You can have her. As soon as I collect her bounty." "Bounty?" Badoesa threw a beer bottle at Princess. It knocked her to her knees. "You avoided the banns? I'm not paying your parole again!" "It's not entirely her fault," Jas said. "Wrong place, wrong time. She annoyed the wrong person." "That happens. Okay I will pay her parole. How will that work, married to a woman?" Anwoiding shrugged. "We make her a junior wife. Find another husband." She nodded to Jas. "This one would make a fine husband. If she was male. Tricksy. Smart." Oh, boy. Jas said, "I am betrothed." "Lucky man. Bring him around." Jas laughed nervously. "You better bring him around." She patted Jas's stomach. "He will be teaching this one to hunt and fight and fish. And girl." Badoesa giggled. She screamed, "You're pregnant?" "Ah." "Boys! She can't get pregnant. She is pregnant." "Wait." Badoesa pulled Jas to the center of the gathering. "You think you come to a feast and not fuck everything with two legs? I will. You will. Senior wife will." Anwoiding grinned. "You asked for the feast." Jas heard demons chuckling in the night.