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One of the first things you learn from both history and in engineering school is that to the uneducated savage common things we take for granted in our everyday lives can appear to be magic to them. To me and my coven the Hyperborean engines that ran their spaceship and the things that supplied the power to motivate it was Magic not the science we knew anything about. The only thing we knew for sure was the Power, used to run it, came from us humans. In fact their, the ancient Hyperboreans, whole culture was derived from the use of the Power we learned from Elsa.

When Cortes and latter de Soto landed in the New World they were treated like gods at first because of their match lock rifles and pistols, but it didn’t last very long when the natives discovered that rain put the match out. We had to get a firm grip on this Power to defeat the High Priest. Sure he was more powerful than any single one of us but we were many to his one. We just had to find a way to combine the different coven’s Power and direct it.

We already knew from the Twins racial memory, something written on their very DNA, that they, Billy, and me were a weapon to destroy the High Priest. The only problem was we had absolutely no ideal how to activate it, or fire it for that matter. All we were right now was a large potential. The secret had to be in how the Hyperboreans were able to make a woman into a cell and combine her Power with the other cells to form batteries of the Power.

From Elsa we knew that the women in those monstrous semi sentient tubes were fed drugs that kept them mindless and on the edge of a sexual climax when they were actually running the machines. The rest of the time the drugs were used to knocked them out and rest. We had to figure some way to get inside the flying saucer. Yes, that is what the Temple of the Air really is a flying saucer.

Of course we had to find him right now. We were running through all of the news feeds for “Flying Saucer” reports and not finding anything on the Internet. We, well me anyway, was about to admit defeat, when Brandy said aloud to all of us gathered at the table, that we should be able to sense a massive load of the Power like that.

“Yes, we certainly should have if we had been looking for it Brandy, but we weren’t looking. Twins try to sense them now.” I directed Cathy and Patty. The Twins grabbed each others hands and spun around a few times and pointed straight down.

“What! You mean they’re in the Earth?” I asked more than a little shocked.

“No silly we mean they are on the Moon which is on the other side of the Earth right this minute. And don’t ask us how we know that? We just do! It was as plain as day when you directed us to do it.” The Twins told me and the others.

“What are they doing on the Moon?” I asked out loud.

“They’re looking for their old Moon base or former outpost Eddie.” Elsa informed all of us.

“What do you mean Elsa.” Billy wanted to know.

“Look Tolen was never really clear on where him and his kind came from Ok. I don’t know if they started on Earth and reached the Moon and other planets of this solar system. Or if they were from outside our solar system and were here studying the Earth from their outpost on the Moon. The High Priest was not very forthcoming to me even when I had just saved the ungrateful bastard’s life and was his only ally on Earth. All I know for sure is they had a base on the Moon, and the Enemy was coming. That was the last thing Tolen remembered before waking up back in Argentina, in my lab.” Elsa gave us everything she knew.

“Well it doesn’t matter because we don’t have a flying saucer to go after him.” I said to everybody.

“That’s not exactly true Eddie. When Tolen was not sure he could recover the Temple of the Air he started work on another duplicate of it in Buenos Aires, Argentina. In fact he built it at my Universidad de Buenos Aires. He used me and my Kappa Omega Chi Sorority sisters, and those damn Junior male Priests he enslaved us to, to build it in fact. I’m sure that we can muster more Power than that group of Junior Priests he left in charge.” An enthusiastic Elsa related to all of us.

“Has it been activated or whatever passes as powered up for flying saucers Elsa.” I questioned.

“Well no not exactly, but it’s got everything necessary to make it fly. The only thing lacking are the girls in the tubes to power it up Eddie.” Elsa laughed.

“And we just happen to have the Red Witch coven’s 30, the Blue Witch coven’s 45, the Yellow Witch coven’s 40, and the 20 old-timers Elsa? That makes 135 Kappa Omega Chi plus my harem against how many of your former Sisters Tolen left and a handful of Junior Priests?” I questioned.

“There can’t be more that ten or twenty left after the way he was stripping the university of Power the last time I saw him.” Elsa allowed.

“Lets do it Eddie, we have to do it Master, it’s the right thing to do.” Liz the real love of my life added her weight to Elsa’s argument. I mean was there any other choice. While the High Priest was gone the place was vulnerable and we would never have a better opportunity I reasoned.

“Lets do it then girls.” I signed off on the project.

After much discussion about what guns to take with us the newly enslaved Red Queen and her court lead us to their 900 yard shooting range at their retreat in the country. Their weapon of choice was the Umarex Hammer .50 Caliber air rifle which uses a 24 cubic inch carbon fiber tank holding 4,500 psi of compressed gas. Each shot is regulated at 3,000 psi. The rifle is easily recharged from much bigger carbon fiber scuba air tanks, or really any regulated compressed gas tank with the proper adapter and regulator.

What will all that air pressure give you, you ask? Well it will move a .50 caliber 550 grain hollow point lead slug at 790 fps. That translates to 760 foot-pounds of energy at the muzzle. It will also sling a lighter 350 grain slug at 900 fps or a 180 grain ARX Airgun bullet in a Teflon sabot at 1,130 fps. This makes for the most powerful production air rifle on Earth.

The overall length of the rifle sits at 44 inches without the muzzle brake, compensator, or silencer. It weighs 8.5 lbs. The trigger pull is set at about 4 lbs, but is adjustable. It has a safety selector located just above it on the right side of the rifle. The rifles Red team had were modified to uses 10 round magazines coupled with a straight pull bolt requiring only 2 lbs. of force and 2 inches of travel. The company claims it will put 3 rounds through the same original hole consistently at 50 yards. It’s deadly up to 600 yards. With the Donnyfl 2x6.25 Ronin Suppressors they were very very quite, a sharp deadly whisper, and then you were dead.

We also had a couple of Barrett M82 50 cal, and a dozen new 1911A1 45ACP with the double stacked clip that held 14 instead of the original 7 rounds, their 5 inch barrels were extended and threaded for their suppressors too.

There are two entirely different kinds of suppressers or silencers. One is made to be used over and over and can be used with any ammunition, it only quietens the sound, and does nothing for the sonic boom, that distinctive whip crack the bullet makes when exceeds the speed of sound. The other, the true silencer, uses special low velocity ammunition and the bullet is actually forced through some sound absorbing material, sometimes wet material, so the material doesn’t catch on fire from the friction heat generated and burning powder residue. Today that material is usually spun fiberglass or steel wool which is fire resistant. It is usually only good for a full clip at best, then it has to be repacked. These silencers are much quieter, but they put much more pressure and strain on the pistol itself.

Next Stop Universidad de Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, Argentina And Some Dead Junior Priests Elsa Was Vowing Again.

We arrived in country at the Argentina international airport as American tourist on college vacation. Our passport cards, some of them real, the others good forgeries at the right price on short notice. The weapons and other equipment we needed was sent ahead by air freight in heavy wooden crates marked Archaeological Dig Equipment to Elsa Schäfer’s family estate, Estancia El Schäfer, Corcovado, Argentina. The Rancho was well over 12, 000 acres that was maintained by her family now as a celebrated nature preserve. Her father was long dead leaving Elsa with her mother and two older married sisters and their families living on the estate as her only family.

Elsa assured us that the family still maintained the bunkhouse and outbuildings from when it was a working cattle rancho or estancia in Spanish. There would be no problem with accommodation because the family still brought in large groups of tourists to tour the Rancho and commune with nature. It seemed that was one of the main reasons Elsa had left for the University.

That still left us with the problem of rounding up suitable transportation for my crew as they were referring to themselves now. Eventually Anna, Elsa’s mother, called the tour bus company they dealt with and had us picked up at the airport and delivered out to the Rancho.

According to my newest identification and passport I’m 48 years old now. Both Liz and Elsa are 32 years old. The rest of my crew, yes we brought them all, ranged from a just legal 18 to a ripe old age of 87, old even if she is a spry old lady. I was still the only male in the group. According to what group I was with, I was either the Master or the lowly sex shave. Of course I now had 6 slaves that were imprinted to me now too.

At this stage of the game I guess you would have to say I was “pussy whipped”. I felt like I was letting the girls down though none of them complained. The Red Queen, Doris, and Ruby, Crystal, Amber, Cherry, and Daisy, her court were truly evil when I inherited them.

Since I had used the imprinting virus on them I had learned a few things. They didn’t think they loved me, they absolutely, without any reservations at all, knew they all loved me. There was no jealousy within the group because it was only natural to them that every woman would want to be my mate. That was just the natural order of things. They were NOT my girlfriend, NOR my lovers, they were my MATE and everything that implied. They all intended to get pregnant by me just as soon as possible. I checked with Liz and Elsa and a few other girls that were exposed to the virus and found that to be true with all of them too. When they were under the influence of the imprinting virus they wanted to get pregnant. I’m a little puzzled as to why none of them are pregnant. After much thought on the subject my guess is that Tolen, the High Priest, performed a vasectomy on the Junior Priests and hired help with his Power. No more slow swimmers and pin heads for the Junior Priests and hired help. It made sense in a perverse sort of way I guess.

The virus didn’t remove their evil thoughts, they were forced to do that to themselves. When they were first enslaved they all still knew they hated me and wanted to kill me, but those thoughts brought them pain. The more intense the thought of doing me harm the more intense the pain. The only way to get rid of the pain was to think of how much they loved me.

In the end they willingly programed themselves to love me and to suppress any and all thoughts about causing me harm. Finally they thought of nothing but protecting me and providing for me. They formed a group that only wanted to provide me with love and pleasure. Finally they seemed to loose their individuality and become one with the group and it’s goals.

I talked it over with Elsa, Liz, Billy, the Twins and the others and we came to the conclusion that there was a difference between being enslaved to one man as they were, and being a group enslaved to one man like the Red’s were. Elsa and the others still retained their sole, their individuality. With Doris and her court they brainwashed each other and lost that individuality, becoming one of the group of like six minds. Well 6 minds with one thought and purpose?

“I’m convinced I’ve changed them girls. They’re better persons I’m convinced, but I’m not sure now what they will become if I use the 141 and convince them that I’m dead. Once again you have to ask, can the group come to grips with the fact that their Master is dead. Is there a individual left in there to take over or will my death be too much for the group to bear. Bottom line, will they suicide on us?” I asked the gathered girls.

The girls said it is too much of a gamble so just leave them alone. I agree with the harem on it. By the way I’ve had Liz do a vasectomy, a little snip and tuck, on me which should forestall any future family problems. Of course Elsa, Liz, Billy, and the Twins made me have some of my sperm flash frozen where I could have a son or sons latter on. I can’t seem to even think it could be female ... a ... a ... girl.

After one of my all night sex sessions with Doris and company I find myself often now daydreaming that I’m this old (well a well preserved old anyway) white haired Sultan, up in this big palace laying on these big fluffy pillows like in those Arabian Nights movies. Around me are all my wives and slaves and out further still are all my sons and their wives and slaves. I have to think one of my slaves put that daydream in there, but like the song Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning says, “sweet dreams are made from these, who am I to disagree”.

“What was that?” I demanded on fully waking up in the middle of the night with a splitting headache.

“That had to be an alarm of some nature.” Cathy answered from beside me on the large memory foam mattress we were sleeping on.

“But who has a Psych alarm?” Patty on my other side answered her twin sister.

“Well was it a warning, or a call for help, or a ... a ... hell I don’t know?” I sort of asked.

“I don’t know what it said, but I was awake and I know where it came from.” Elsa said joining us on the clothes are optional bed and play pen.

“Well are you going to tell us or do I have to guess?” I grouched with my headache still pounding away.

“The Moon of course.” Elsa answered.

“Tolen?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Hell I didn’t know you could store psychic energy that way and then just release it like ... like ... like the Bat Signal.” Elsa said.

“Man that’s so cool.” Billy said, joining us with her constant bowl of ice cream.

“Where’s mine?” The Twins complained seeing Billy’s ice cream, but not having one of their own.

“Lets all get some.” I proposed, now that I was fully awake and hungry. By the time we got to the kitchen Doris, Ruby, Crystal, Amber, Cherry, and Daisy were already preparing lunch, dinner ... well whatever it is when you wake up at 4am in the morning and can’t get back to sleep. When you don’t even want to play with the wonderful sex toys within easy reach. Who knew that “plain vanilla sex” could become boring?

“Are we ready to storm the university today girls?” I questioned.

“Yes Sir.” An enthusiastic Billy answered.

“Troop inspection at zero five hundred hours Sir.” Billy came to attention and saluted.

“Is that really necessary Billy?” I questioned.

“The troops are not happy now that they’ve found out they don’t have to remain a virgin any longer, and the only suitable male around is being monopolized by us. That us Eddie includes the Red’s over there too for your information Master. There’s even talk of mutiny in the ranks Sir.” Billy informed me with a straight face while I was looking at her.

“Seriously Billy? We’re on a South America College campus. There must be hundreds of suitable unattached testosterone addled males out there. Are you telling me that they can’t find ... find ... well suitable dates anymore?” I questioned.

“That’s not the problem Sir.” Billy paused.

“What Billy is trying to say is all the women we now have control of are feeling sort of left out in the cold. They would all like to loose their virginity to the Alpha Male you proved to be. They all sense that your not the slave your playing. After all your obviously in control of the Red’s now. They see that and they know they ran everything until now.” Liz summed it up for me.

“And while your at it girls why don’t you explain to me how I’m speaking perfect Spanish now. I just realized that I don’t even notice I’m answering them back in Spanish. How the hell is that even possible. I don’t even know any Spanish damn it.” I threw out for somebody to answer.

“Well using Occam’s Razor, in Spanish that’s “lex parsimoniae”, or “the law of briefness”. “Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem”, this roughly translates to, more things should not be used than are necessary to explain something Eddie.” Liz started and was interrupted by Elsa.

“This means if there are several possible ways something might have happened, the way which uses the fewest guesses is probably the correct one. Simple is better most of the time. However, Occam’s razor only applies when the simple explanation and complex explanation both work equally well. If a more complex explanation does a better job than a simpler one, then you should use the complex explanation.” Elsa expounded to us all.

“And that means what damn it?” I asked again.

“It’s magic.” Billy laughed out loud at us.

“We figure when you ... well us anyway ... fully freed the Red’s Power and bonded all six of them to you with the Slut Maker Virus it created, we don’t know how, a gestalt.” Elsa answered.

“A what?” I questioned.

“We became one Master.” Doris said for the Red’s.

“I looked it up Master,” Crystal of the smoky gray eyes and long dancer’s legs, the tallest of the six answered me. “Gestalt Theory is a broad interdisciplinary concept with a psychological background that suggest that the nature of a complex, unified whole can not be understood by analyzing its parts. The whole is other than the sum of the parts, or the whole is greater than the sum of it’s parts.” She was one of my six new Red slaves.

“Well I don’t feel any different.” I said when I considered.

“We certainly do Master. We feel everything you feel and do. We actually know before you move. We have been experimenting and we can read and send messages to each other mentally. We hesitate to call it telepathy. We think that you are resisting, blocking our ... our ... our full bond. You are blocking us communicating mentally with you.” Doris accused me.

“Nonsense Doris, everything you’ve said would be wonderful if it was true. Why would I be blocking it.” I laughed, but cringed inside.

“I agree with the Red’s Eddie. You are blocking their communication with you. Maybe your not consciously blocking them, but never the less you are anyway. Maybe it’s your subconscious, but your still blocking. The only way to either remove or get around that block is to use hypnosis.” Elsa proposed to me.

Consciously I wanted to say go ahead I’ve got nothing to hide. That was what I intended to say anyway. What I wanted to say, but for some reason I couldn’t say it. What I did say was, I refuse, which surprised me for some reason.

“Look Eddie with my 141 we could dose you, and deeply hypnotize you and clear all this up in hours.” Liz started off.

“I still don’t want to do it. I should but I really don’t Liz.” I whined, yes I realized I was whining.

“I have a better ideal Eddie. I’m going to give your new slaves orders to fully bond with you.” Elsa laughed at me.

“They’re my slaves Elsa you can’t order them to do anything.” I laughed back.

“Your right Eddie I can’t order them, but I can encourage them, give them permission to do what they want to do anyway.” Elsa told me seriously.

“Yes, Mistress that would be best. We can feel where the resistance is Mistress. It’s right there.” Doris said tapping the center of her forehead with her long red fingernail.

“Go for it Doris, it’s for his own good. Get rid of that resistance to your bond. He needs this. You need this.” Elsa told her and the other girls.

“Wait I’m your Master and I order you not to ... to ... to fully bond with me. Do you understand me Doris I command you not to bond with me.” I shouted at the gathered group of my newest sex slaves.

“We’ve conferred Master and you can’t order us not to complete the bond that you yourself started.” Doris happily reported to a shocked Eddie.

“Oh hell! Get it over with then Doris.” I raised up my hands in mock surrender to the inevitable. Some things like gravity can’t be fought only endured. This bonding I sensed was one of those things. I even conceded to myself that I should want it.

When it was over I felt no different than before, but I was definitely in touch with my feminine side. I guess that was what my subconscious mind had been rejecting all along. Yes, I guess this proves the Chinese concept of cosmic duality, there is Yin and Yank in the universe. Two opposite but equal forces opposing and yet complementing principles or cosmic energies that can be observed in nature.

My straight male ego was now locked in a unequal struggle with the six female egos I now had control of. On discovering this I consciously started studying everything that implied. Carl Jung, a contemporary of Sigmund Freud’s, developed a theory of Jungian archetypes defined as universal, archaic symbols and images derived from instinct, the so called collective unconscious. They are the psychic counterparts of animal instinct. That is to say they are a kind of innate unspecific knowledge base, derived from the sum total of human history, written on our very DNA which prefigures and directs our conscious behavior.

Archetypes, according to Jung, seek actualization within the context of an individual’s environment and determine the degree of individuation they will go through. We have this stereotyped view of femininity and masculinity and Jung started with six main ‘primordial images’. The father, the authority figure, stern, and powerful. The mother, maternal, nurturing, and comforting. The child, innocence, rebirth, and salvation. The wise old man, guidance, knowledge, and wisdom. The hero, champion, defender, and rescuer. The maiden, innocence, desire, and purity. The trickster, deceiver, liar, and troublemaker. These six ‘primordial images’ as he initially dubbed them, serve as a basic foundation or pattern for how we learn to be human.

Psychoanalysts after Freud, saw the ‘Father Complex’, and the ambivalent feelings for the father on the part of the male son, as an aspect of the Oedipus Complex. Essentially, a son feels that he is competing with his father for possession of his mother, while a girl feels that she is competing with her mother for her father’s affections. According to Freud, the children view their same-sex parent as a rival for the opposite-sex parent’s attention and affections.

Well at least I didn’t have a father, or a mother for that matter, any longer to compete with. On the other hand I had a internal mental view, a fixed shinning image, of how all the Red’s viewed me now. I was the Father figure they had all dreamed of, the stern and powerful authority figure they had daydreamed of and yearned for. It almost physically hurt to view that mental image and the way they viewed me now on our permanent mental link.

I was, well I appeared to be anyway, in my middle forties now. I stood at 6 foot 1, weighted about 175 lbs now, my original white hair was back to a dark brown, and my eyes were a deep green. I thought I looked pretty good, probably better that when I was a skinny teenager back in the day.

I wasn’t competing with my father or even another male, I completely filled all that slot in their collective psyche. They could not even think of another male to fill my place in their minds. I had been right about not hypnotizing them and using Liz’s 141 to break their imprinted programming. The Psychic shock of realizing I was dead would have probably sent them all over the edge and into deep psychic shock and eventually killed them I now realized. Imprinting them all to me had definitely been a tragic mistake in one thing, but a major breakthrough on another front that we needed to explore more thoroughly.

Another new development in this new dynamic was they needed my approval more than sex with me. Sure they wanted sex with me, even needed sex with me, but they mainly wanted my attention and approval. Telling one that she was a ‘good girl’ could actually give one of them a mini orgasm, and the cool thing was they, the group, all shared it, and because it was shared across the entire link they couldn’t be jealous.

Assault On Universidad de Buenos Aires

The University is located in the sea port city of Buenos Aires on the South Atlantic side of South America situated on the Rio de La Plata. The Rio de La Plata is a unique large body of water that may be considered a river, a bay, an estuary, a gulf, or a marginal sea depending on the time, the geographer, or the country that published the map.

The flying saucer had been constructed in a large burned out warehouse the Sorority had bought cheap. It’s roof was just canvas stretched over the exposed skeletal rafters the fire had left. It was isolated on the water side of the docks themselves. The un-enslaved women of Kappa Omega Chi, Sorority had completed the work on the saucer months ago unknown to the High Priest and his brute male minions. It was still guarded though by some other enslaved sisters of Elsa’s Chapter of Kappa Omega Chi and those insensitive male brutes the High Priest had drafted into his little army.

We now controlled the part of the KOC that wasn’t directly enslaved and most of the Buenos Aires’s governmental machinery still unknown to the High Priest’s minions while he was still gone. I need at this point in my story to point out that I was not just being a classic male chauvinistic pig or discriminating against males to save the pretty entranced girls for myself.

The High Priest had with suitable bribes and mental influence managed to recruit these males he turned into his Junior Priests, I hesitate to refer to them as men, from the worst over crowded jails and prisons in Argentina and Buenos Aires. There wasn’t a one of them that shouldn’t have been drawn and quartered. They would have but for the fact that on 9/12/2008 Argentina abolished all capital punishment. There were fathers, mothers, and other family members of their many innocent victims that would pin metals on us for our social service to the community.

It didn’t require much to convince my girls that the world would be a better place without the Junior Priests in it. Prison reform, criminal rehabilitation, and climbing recidivism rates just don’t work out well for enlighten society. Once we had the pattern and location of the Junior Priests established it was easy for our snipers to take out the Junior Priests in one coordinated sweep. Even the enslaved girls cooperated by collapsing unconscious from the sudden psychic shock without uttering a sound. The witnessing of their Master’s violent death before their eyes breaking the imprint programming at the same time. There were no shouts or alarms just a lot of unconscious girls littering the warehouse floor in the end.

Hours later the former slaves were once again awake and free once more. After we explained what we wanted they explained what some of them had learned. The tubes themselves were partially sentient creatures breed by the Temple’s psychic surgeons with their psychic magical skills. They managed the collecting, storage, and combining of the psychic energy the girls produced. Some of the girls had discovered how to modify the programming of the tubes allowing the now free girls themselves to control all that energy.

“Look Eddie.” An awake Lisa was explaining to Eddie. “These tubes originally were programed to follow the orders of the Priest running the saucer from the Plexiglas dome up there that’s the saucers bridge. Now though we have reprogramed them to allow the women in the tubes to communicate with each other and control her own fate. As soon as she feels weak she can disconnect herself and allow another volunteer to take her place. We have no shortage of volunteers to man the batteries after what that, those, bastards did to us and our Sisters Eddie.” Lisa one of the just freed women informed Eddie and the other girls.

“But that’s not the only thing we intend to do Master ... Eddie. After we explained about our growing Powers by being enslaved to you Lisa and the other freed women want to be reintroduced to the Imprinting Virus. They voluntarily want to be imprinted on you too...” Doris my Red slave told me and all the women sitting around the large lecture hall we had found. I broke into the briefing at that point.

“Look I’m in this thing to free all of you from this evil bastard High Priest and to make damn sure that the evil Hyperborean Empire doesn’t get brought back to life. I don’t think enslaving more women, even to me, is a great ideal.” I voiced my growing objection to the way this was going.

“Look Eddie we know that you think your letting us all down by not having sex with all of us all the time, but the fact is most of us were bisexual before all this. Hell some of us would have sworn that we were lesbians in fact. Some of us weren’t very good people and took advantage of our normal Non-Witch Sisters before this. We’ve told our other Sisters how being enslaved to you has made us better people.” Doris told Eddie.