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Book 3: Wrinkles in Time
Part 2
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What does it do?” Frank asked, looking at the ancient piece of pewter. It was about six inches long and an inch in diameter, shaped like a small rocket ship; the kind he used to play with as a child. But this device had four long, narrow slots in it, one every quarter turn. On the flat end, there was a lever. He moved it back and forth. The first time he moved it, there was a ‘click’, but nothing happened. He had no idea why this would be part of the collection of torture devices from the Spanish Inquisition.

“It has to be warm first,” the smooth-talking, bearded proprietor told him. “Here – let me show you. I’ve already demonstrated this to several people today, so I am prepared.”

It was his job to interest potential clientele in these superfluous ancient artifacts in order to get the best price for the museum. He enjoyed his work.

Other museum relics were set up behind him on a table, actually functional. An old-fashioned Bunsen burner was heating an old tin pan of water. The placard on the table described the gold rush of the 1840’s and how these devices played their modest roles in feeding the miners. But, there was another, darker reason for the display of these simple, mundane utensils.

“You’ve already triggered this insidious device,” the proprietor was explaining, “so let me demonstrate what happens when it reaches body temperature.”

He placed it into the pan of warm water and stood back, waiting. It was longer than the pan, so only one end was underwater.

In less than a minute, the device jumped and rattled around the pan for a second. Frank flinched slightly at the sudden, unexpected motion. The proprietor picked the device out of the water and held it up. Four, narrow, rust-covered blades had sprung out, one from each of the long, narrow slots. Each blade was razor sharp and double-edged.

Frank held the instrument at the base and, gently placing a thumb and finger on the flat side of one of the blades, moved it back and forth. It was hinged, spring-loaded to trigger when the restraining ring inside the tube expanded due to body heat.

The proprietor took it from Frank, moved the lever on the flat end back to its original position and twisted the base. The slotted end turned with the base and the tiny blades disappeared back into the slots. Frank tried to imagine the action that would occur as the blades were released.

‘It spins around at the same time it releases the blades! Jeez! Cunt meat sushi!’

“The brownish residue covering the blades isn’t rust, as you may think,” the proprietor said, sounding smug, “but is instead the blood of its last victim.”

He smiled as Frank blanched, sickened by the realization of how this insidious device was actually used to butcher women during the Great Inquisition.

‘Holy Shit! Wouldn’t Tanya just love a cunt-shredder like that!’

Frank ended up donating an enormous amount to the museum for that and a wicked breastplate from a different period that was also designed for exquisite torture. At the simple movement of a lever in the side of the breastplate, a dozen tiny needles would suddenly pierce the tender flesh of whomever was unfortunate enough to be wearing the device at the time. A matching chastity belt set him back another twenty-five thousand credits.

‘I’m beginning to believe that I support this museum! I know this gentleman thinks I do!’

But, the breastplate and chastity belt set would be the perfect Halloween costume for Tanya.

‘I’ll give her the little rocket-shaped shredder tonight!’

He could hardly wait to get her into bed, to be holding her tightly in his arms, embracing and kissing her passionately when that insidious little device goes off and twirls around inside her.

Tanya was in the kitchen, looking for something to do. Her body was super-energized with sexual need, and had been ever since the vampire Beth had shown her how to control pain. She could hear Boris Karloff voice speak in her mind from a hundred years earlier; “I’ve created a monsta…”

Tanya grinned at the irony of it all. She’d always been obsessed with fire and pain, and in her early teenage and adult years burned herself thousands of times with matches and Fourth of July Sparklers.

Then, when Béla had saved her life by injecting some of her vampiric blood into her veins, she found that she could be very seriously injured or wounded, and not die. In fact, her body could heal in an hour what would normally require months of enforced bedrest.

But, there was still the problem of pain. Getting injured or wounded hurt. Tanya didn’t really care to get hurt, although since she was, for all practical purposes, immortal, now, she was a lot more careless when she and Frank were on a field assignments, and had managed to get shot several times over the years.

Béla’s blood didn’t reduced the trauma of having a bullet rip into your body at all. Tanya discovered that getting shot was just as painful after her ‘immunization’ as it was the first time. But each time it happened, she was grateful for her ability to heal quickly. That meant the pain went away more quickly, too.

That morning when Tanya had kissed Frank goodbye, she knew he would be going to the museum auction on his way home. She had seen the ads on the Tri-d about the ‘Chamber of Horrors’ that was going to be displayed there. She hoped he would find something that would give her hours and hours of pure, exquisite torture.

She felt her body tense and her belly tighten as she remembered it was time to burn off her excess body hair, again. Every Friday she was going to depilate her body in the flame shower, then rinse the burnt hair off with scalding hot water.

She had wanted to masturbate with scalding water ever since Béla had done it that very first day they’d met. But now that she was addicted to pain, she tortured herself as often as she could, in as many different ways as she could figure out.

She walked down the hallway to her special room. The sign on the door, put there by Frank as a lighthearted jest, read, ‘Tanya’s Sanctuary’. The second line read, ‘No Clothing Allowed’. Tanya smiled as she entered the soundproofed room, remembering a third line that she had suggested, but Frank had declined to include on the sign: ‘All Horny Naked People Welcome!’

She stepped into her shower and spoke to the unit. “Shower on.”

A single, double-jointed arm detached itself from the wall it had been folded against and began clicking. Tanya always flinched when that metal arm started to move. She didn’t know why. It was just an instinctive reaction. Her doctor/son – Frank Jr. – had explained that she was unnerved by ‘sentient’ contrivances because she had grown up in an era where inanimate objects didn’t move by themselves. His explanation didn’t help. The damned thing still spooked her.

After a few seconds, a small yellow flame burst out from the showerhead.

“Wide spray,” Tanya said. A blossom of yellow flame erupted from a dozen tiny holes where one might normally expect water to come out.

“Legs,” she told it.

She had programmed it to be able to concentrate its ‘spray’ on one area of her body at a time if she wished. Otherwise, the ‘showerhead’, when it was on ‘single’ flame, would simply twirl around, leaving a swirling trail of happily scorched flesh as it moved up and down her body.

She spread her legs and tightened her muscles against the delightful, crisp sensation as the showerhead swirled around only an inch away from her legs, burning away the few hairs that had dared to show themselves since last week. She hissed as the showerhead lingered an instant too long in one spot before continuing its swirling, scorching journey up and down her long, smooth legs.

“Upper,” she commanded.

As the showerhead swirled its way up the outside of her thigh, it continued on up the side of her body, changing its area of motion to include her torso, breasts and shoulders. She flipped her hair back behind her and held her head tilted to the right so that her hair wouldn’t catch fire as the flaming showerhead delicately scorched the tiny hairs off her stomach and swirled its way around to her right side.

She tilted her head to the left, getting her hair out of the way, again, then reached behind her and flipped her mass of hair over her left shoulder as the showerhead continued around her right side and began caressing her back. After it had completed its swirling journey completely around her torso, she took hold of the spinning nozzle and directed it under each arm for a few seconds, making sure it depilated her there, too.

Burning off the hair between her legs was a little trickier. She had to stand, bent backward with one leg in the air, while the flaming showerhead, in ‘single’ flame mode, scorched the hair off her pussy, then bend forward, half out of the shower, holding her butt cheeks apart while it moved up and down the crack of her ass.

Now it was time to play for awhile. This was the good part. Tanya positioned the showerhead a ways off the floor so that it was slightly above her knees, pointing almost straight up and into the shower stall.

“Hard spray,” she told it.

The soft yellow blossom of fire she’d used to depilate her body turned into a single, four-inch-long flame coming out of the center of the showerhead. Lifting one leg and resting her foot on the tile bench, Tanya positioned herself so that the heat from the flame was concentrated between her legs. She breathed softly through clenched teeth as she moved her pelvis back and forth through the invisible gases above the flame, learning to enjoy the sensation of scorching her clitoris.

She moved back and forth, letting the heated gasses lick her ass, pussy lips and clitoris; back and forth, back and forth, getting more aroused with every passing second.

‘I’m fucking a penis made of fire… No… it’s a tongue made of fire. That’s it! A fiery tongue that licks me clean and renews my flesh… Oh, fuck! That feels sooo good…’

Giving her lower half a break from the scorching heat, Tanya raised the showerhead up level with her breasts and swayed back and forth, letting the fiery little tongue lick, kiss and blacken her hard nipples for a few moments. The more aroused she became, the easier it was to hold her sensitive nipples directly in the flame for a second or two.

“Whole body,” she commanded the device, finding it difficult to control her voice enough so that the VR system would obey her command.

The showerhead began spinning around again and moving up and down the length of her body as she swayed back and forth, the ‘hard spray’ caressing and scorching her tender flesh as it traveled. The only thing she really had to watch out for was keeping her hair out of the flame. So far, she’d been lucky and had yet to burn off or even discolor any of her gorgeous blond hair.

After about ten minutes of letting the little flame lick up and down her body, she stopped, and began fucking it again as she had before. By now, she was so deeply aroused that she could move her pussy directly into the flame, letting it burn her clitoris and the flesh between her legs. She cried out as she came, her powerful orgasm worth the burning, scorching agony.

She leaned back against the shower wall and sank down onto the narrow footrest, her legs cramping from the tension of forcing her body to hold still while she had scorched herself black. A side benefit she remembered from the first time she’d done this, last week, was that her skin down there would be a lot more sensitive to Frank’s touch when he came home. Also, Frank absolutely loved her new, bare look. He hadn’t seen it for many years.

‘I wonder if he’d like to watch me burn it off next time… Maybe he’d like to burn it off me, himself… I could get him a hand-held blowtorch…’

She smiled as she thought of things he could do to her with a blowtorch…

Her legs still wobbly from her orgasm, Tanya staggered out of the flame shower and rinsed off in her regular shower. She discovered that she’d scorched herself so badly that the warmest she could tolerate the water was ninety-seven degrees. Warmer than that was simply too discomforting.

After a few moments in her normal shower, she stepped out and delicately toweled herself, patting dry her delicate, newly regenerated skin, rather than just rubbing the water off with the towel like she usually did.

Then she lay down on her massage table in the middle of the sunlit room. Attached to one side of the table was a motorized arm with a huge, thick magnifying glass about 11 inches across attached to it.

Tanya estimated that she had about an hour before the sun shining through the glass panels of the sunroof was no longer shining on her massage table. The magnifying glass’ movement was controlled with a hand-held remote, unlike the voice-activated flame shower. She had already programmed a few motion patterns into the controller so that she could have a concentrated beam of scorching sunlight to play with.

Pressing ‘one’ drew little concentric circles around her nipples. Program two would draw a crosshatch of lines up and down on her torso, making her skin supersensitive to even the slightest breath of air. Program three simply concentrated an intense beam of sunlight down around her crotch for her to masturbate with by wriggling back and forth, moving her body around so that the heat of the sun wouldn’t burn a hole into her tender flesh down there while she fucked herself with it.

Using Program ‘one’, she was starting to get aroused again as the burning sensation from her breast was dissipated into a sensual tingling throughout her entire body. She slowed the movement down so that the heat scorching her breast was a lot more intense. She hissed as her skin actually smoked from the scorching beam drawing circles on her breast.

Getting impatiently aroused, now, she pressed ‘two’, changing the action of the magnifying glass so that it began drawing burn lines up and down her belly. After another ten minutes, Tanya’s torso was so scorched she looked like she’d been whipped. She actually came twice; once while the sunbeam was burning its way down toward her hip and once when it had reached the top of its travel and stopped on her right nipple for a moment.

She pressed ‘off’ and listened to the motorized arm move the magnifying glass into its ‘parked’ position, her eyes closed against the bright sunlight. Thoroughly sated, for the time being, anyway, she slept for awhile, enjoying the natural heat from the sun through the glass roof.

When Tanya woke up, the sun had moved so that it was no longer shining on her. She sat up, feeling stiff from not having moved for several hours, then slid off the table onto her feet. She looked around the room at all the stuff she had collected in the two weeks since they moved in.

There were chains on the wall with rings that she could hold onto while being whipped by an electric rotor with several six-foot straps attached to it. She had done that yesterday. The hard part about being whipped was handling the remote controlled rotor at the same time. After about five minutes, she decided it was too hard to concentrate on moving the whips around while her back was being shredded. It would be easier to let Frank do the controlling while she leaned against the wall and let him shred her flesh apart.

‘Now I need to get him two things: a blowtorch and a bullwhip.’

She went to the fridge and poured a glass of juice, gulped it down and poured another, taking it with her as she fumbled toward the main bathroom and its sweet, relaxing Jacuzzi. The scalding hot shower she’d planned would have to wait until another time. Her body was simply too heat sensitive to do something like that right now.

‘There can be too much of a good thing, after all…’

It was almost dark. Frank let the autopilot land his flitter behind the house. All day at work, he had been tense and excited about his morning’s purchases and couldn’t wait to show them to Tanya. The most fun about showing her the stuff he constantly bought for her was using them on her. He hoped she was in a receptive mood…

Tanya was sprawled across the bed, fast asleep, when he found her. He admired her sleeping form as he undressed, realizing (again) how lucky he was to have the love and adoration of such a beautifully stunning woman. Frank turned her over onto her back and began to wake her up in her favorite way. She smelled sweet and a little smoky down there as he licked her bare pussy awake.

Tanya woke up to the sensation of a liquid brook running between her legs, tantalizing and teasing her. As she came, she remembered the day’s sexual activities and smiled as she realized she was no longer alone. Frank was here, pleasing her with his tongue. The warmth she felt just from his presence made her eyes moisten.

‘I didn’t even realize I was lonely…’

Frank climbed up on the bed beside his unusually quiet wife.

“Hi. I brought you something special,” he said, kissing her shoulder with his slippery face.

She turned over and hugged him tightly, moaning pleasantly to herself. Then she kissed him passionately on his mouth, enjoying the taste of her own juices on his face. Then she hugged him again.

“Well, did you miss me?” Frank asked, half jesting. Then he noticed her tear-filled eyes. “What’s wrong?”

‘Uh-oh! How long has it been… three weeks and four… Yep! It’s that time again…’ Frank suddenly realized.

He returned her hug. “I missed you, too,” he said, realizing that this wasn’t a sexual thing, it was a ‘just hold me tightly forever and tell me you love me every five minutes until I fall asleep in your arms’ thing.

“I love you, you know,” he said, whispering it into her ear.

They held each other for a long time. Tanya didn’t answer or say anything at all. She was happy that Frank was who he was and that he loved her, even when she was moody and withdrawn. His complete acceptance of who she was helped her to get through her periodic moods swings without too much turbulence.

After what seemed a long time, Tanya noticed that there was an uncomfortable hardness pressing against her belly. She lay for a while longer, wondering what Frank would do if she just ignored it. She already knew the answer to that. He would wait until she fell asleep, then go out and fix supper or find some work to do around their new house. She loved him even more for being that considerate. She reached down between their bodies, deciding to play with him until he came.

She kissed him passionately and played with his cock until he sprayed all over her belly. Tanya rubbed his cum into her belly, then pushed Frank onto his back and slid down to lick him clean. The smell and taste of his cum always made her feel more… female.

Afterward, she lay with her head on his shoulder. She felt much better now. Frank was home and she had someone to talk to. The machines and toys in her private little sanctuary were fine, but she was already getting bored with them (although she’d never admit that).

‘It would be nice, though, to have someone I could share my little torture chamber with…’

She was discovering that the type of extreme sex she really liked was whatever she could get Frank to do to her. No matter how much she masturbated or how much she tortured herself reaching for sexual extremes, when it was over, she was still alone, surrounded by lifeless machines and toys.

‘That reminds me…’

“What did you get me?” she asked, remembering that he’d said something about a present earlier. “I hope it’s something so totally evil that I die having an orgasm when you use on me…”

“Well, it is something that I can use on you,” Frank explained, “although it is possible to do it yourself. And, believe me, it’s totally evil! It was used in the fifteenth century to butcher young women in the worse and most vile manner…”

“Ooo!” Tanya cooed. “Can you show it to me? Or do I have to wait for a special time… My birthday’s not too far away…”

‘Only five more months… Christmas is closer!’

Frank got up and went over to the doorway where he’d set down his bag of goodies and gotten undressed. He rummaged through the clinking, noisy bag full of metal until he found the wicked little rocket shaped device.

“A dildo?” Tanya asked, curious about how that could kill anyone. “What did they do, fuck them to death?”

She looked a little disappointed.

“Are you in the mood for some ‘special’ loving?” Frank asked, raising his eyebrows.

Tanya understood that special, in this case, meant something that would cause excruciating agony. She smiled.

“Maybe… does it involve lots of kissing and hugging and holding me tight while I die a wonderfully agonizing death, writhing in uncontrollable pain and agony?” she asked.

“Yes, to all of the above,” Frank promised, “and then some. I promise you that this is the most painful way to die that’s ever been invented by man!”

Tanya eagerly spread her legs and waited while Frank knelt down over the end of the bed.

“Yikes! That’s cold!” Tanya yelped, half laughing and trying to hold her legs open to receive the rough-edged pewter device.

“Sorry,” Frank said. “It’s been setting on the floor. But, I can’t warm it up because it only does its thing when it reaches body temperature.”

“Oh!” Tanya said, with some trepidation. “This is one of those manglers I read about. And you want me to experience that?”

“Well, I thought you’d like it, after that time with the acid,” Frank explained. “This won’t do any more damage than the acid did to your insides, and this has the added element of surprise – you don’t know exactly when it’s going to go off.”

Tanya thought about it for a moment, then realized he was right, especially about the not knowing part. It could be incredibly erotic, just waiting for it to happen.

‘Especially if you’re holding me…’

She nodded her assent and, with the help of some of her personal lube, Frank worked it up inside her pussy. Then he climbed up on the bed next to her.

“Dim lights,” he said.

The lights obediently dimmed at his command, then he and Tanya wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing. Tanya was trembling.

“Are you scared?” Frank asked, holding her naked body against him.

Tanya nodded, still shivering.

“That thing is huge! And it’s freezing cold in there!” Tanya said, breathing into his mouth. “It’ll take forever to warm me up…”

Her nipples were hard against his chest and she had goosebumps all over her arms and breasts.

“Well, then, I’d better get busy…” Frank held her tightly against him, even putting one leg over her hips so she could snuggle even closer to him.

“Hmmm, this is nice,” she whispered quietly, cradled in his arms.

She kissed his neck and exhaled her hot breath against his skin. He kissed her neck and shoulder, giving her chills down her back. She was starting to feel really aroused and very warm and friendly even with that icicle freezing her insides. She stretched her body up against his and put her arms around his neck, pulling herself up and kissing him passionately.

“Is this how you want me?” she asked, whispering into his mouth.

Her body was in full contact with his. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her as tightly against him as he could. She knew he wanted to feel her every reaction to the exquisite agony she was about to experience.

They had been making out for about fifteen minutes, now, and she was really getting aroused from all that kissing and caressing. Tanya didn’t think it wouldn’t be much longer. She could feel her pussy warming up as though it was eagerly looking forward to being shredded. She was already leaking a little…

Frank knew Tanya was getting really aroused. He was aroused, too, but he wasn’t about to stick his dick in her while that (What did she call it? Oh! A mangler!) was in there. She was starting to twist her hips in her desire, rubbing her belly against his. Then suddenly every muscle in her body went tense. She inhaled a ragged breath, then was unable to breath at all, her body convulsing in agony. Her back arched in an almost ninety degree angle, her hips bucking as she tried to escape the indescribable pain.

Frank pulled her hard against him, wanting to feel every twitch, every convulsion she made. Then she was breathing short, ragged gulps of air, in and out, in and out, trying to scream, but unable to get enough breath. In desperation she bit down on Frank’s neck, sucking in blood and air with each convulsive breath, and began to shake with orgasmic agony.

Frank held onto Tanya as she shook and trembled violently, sobbing and trying to breathe in mouthfuls of his blood. He was shocked when Tanya bit him on the neck, but he let her suck, realizing that, psychologically, it might help her to endure this.

“Are you coming?” he asked, after she had been shaking continually for about a minute.

She was able to nod; her teeth still embedded in his neck. After another moment, she was shaking and sobbing almost hysterically, finally able to verbally articulate her agony. After several more moments she stopped shaking, passing into unconsciousness.

It took Frank almost half an hour to get the slippery, blood-soaked device to retract its blades so he could get it out of her. He was glad that Tanya was unconscious while he worked with the wicked device. He knew he was doing a lot of damage in there, but the only other option was simply pulling it out with the blades extended. He imagined that simply pulling it out was the usual method of extraction back in the Middle Ages, whether the girl was still alive or not.

Tanya may have liked him shredding her pussy like that, but he privately believed that her desire for any more sensation in there was sated. She’d experienced enough pain and agony in the last half-hour to last the rest of her life.

‘Hopefully, she’s not shortening her lifespan by forcing her body to do all this healing…’ Frank thought to himself.

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She’s running through the woods, falling forward in her terrified flight as she stumbles on a tree root. Catching herself with her hands, she pushes herself back up and continues her mad flight, almost falling again as her foot slides on the snow-covered ice. She sobs with each ragged breath she takes; her lungs and throat burning from exertion and the freezing cold.

The girl was pretty once, with long, blonde hair and nice clothes. Now there is a knife wound on her face, one of several cuts she received only moments earlier. Her hair is dirty and unkempt from her month long captivity and the snow and mud she flees through in her mad flight to freedom. What clothing she has on is torn, dirty, wet and cold; not suited to winter weather in upper New York or to the treatment it receives as she flees, terrified and desperate, through the dark, silent woods.

She staggers across a clearing, her feet crunching down through the snow and turns around, exhausted, desperately fearing that her pursuer is right behind her. Not seeing anyone, she stands unsteadily for a moment, hands on knees, breathing raggedly and trying to catch her breath. Her blouse is torn and bloody where she was stabbed when she surprised her kidnapper and finally overpowered him by knocking him in the head with a piece of wood. Once she worked her ropes loose, she had fearfully waited until the second man had gone hunting to improve her odds of escape, hoping and praying that no one would check her bindings before then.

Getting her second wind, she turns to continue her flight and runs right into her second kidnapper!

She screams!

She tears herself out of his grip and races, topless now, back out into the clearing, leaving him holding her empty, shredded blouse in his huge, ham-fisted hands.

Snarling, he throws the useless garment aside and raises his arm over his head Carefully aiming his axe at her fleeing, naked back, he throws, grunting with the effort. The axe spins through the air with a whooshing sound and buries itself in the blonde girl’s back. The girl pitches forward and hits the ground hard, face first.

Amazingly, she’s still alive. She lies on the ground, twitching, still trying to run, still trying to breathe while her lungs fill with blood. Her eyes are wide open in pain and terror. After a few seconds, she realizes she’s lying on the ground and tries to crawl away.

She can hear his boots in the snow coming closer! He’s coming for her! He’s going to kill her!

The desperate young girl gasps in agony as the huge man wedges the axe up and out of her back. She somehow manages to turn herself over to face her tormentor. She's coughing up blood, now, and she knows she’s going to die. She tries to scream as the axe descends, chopping deep into her torso. It chops down two more times, splashing blood and gore all over her face and breasts. Then she is still, her face forever contorted into a mask of terror.

The blood splashed onto her unmoving face by the axe slowly travels down her cheeks and the sides of her face, almost like red tears shed in her despair.

It starts to snow; large flakes falling onto her butchered, naked body, sticking to her unmoving eyelashes and falling unnoticed into her open mouth.

In the middle of the snowy clearing, her pale corpse lies in a pool of her own blood that stains the snow. There is no wind and the snow dampens all sound.

As her bloody corpse is gradually covered with snow, everything is silent and peaceful once again.

Tanya pressed ‘pause’ on the remote. The image on the Tri-d froze.

“Wow! That was wicked!” she exclaimed. “You’re getting really good at this stunt girl stuff!”

“Uh-huh,” said Katie. “The hardest part was lying there and not breathing while they dumped that fake snow on me for almost two whole minutes. I didn’t dare move a muscle or I’d’ve ruined the shot.”

“Well, I’m really impressed,” Tanya said, smiling.

She leaned over and kissed Katie lightly on the cheek. Then she got up and started walking toward the kitchen.

“That was so realistic!” Tanya continued. “I could actually see the blood splatter when you were knocked down by that horrid axe. I remember when Tri-d first came out – everything looked really tacky. The special effects that looked really good on flatscreen were just dreadful in Tri-d.”

The sound of her voice diminished somewhat as she entered the kitchen. Katie got up and followed so they could continue their conversation, stretching her back and shoulders as she remembered filming the scene they’d just watched.

Tanya looked up at the kitchen door as Katie entered. “Hungry, dear?”

‘I shouldn’t need to ask. Katie’s always hungry!’

Katie smiled. “What’cha got?”

‘Something smells good – almost like she knew I was coming…’

“Well, I hate to say…” Tanya paused, teasing Katie, “but, it just might be spaghetti and mushroom casserole.”

“Hey, my favorite!” Katie exclaimed. “You sure you didn’t know I was coming, Mom?”

“No,” Tanya insisted. “It’s your father’s favorite, too! He should be home any minute.”

Almost as though he heard his queue, Frank opened the front door.

“There’s a blue Lincoln ram-jet parked outside,” Frank exclaimed. “Do we have company?”

“We’re in the kitchen…” Frank heard two female voices yell.

He crossed the room and stuck his head through the entrance.

“Hi, Daddy,” Katie said, grinning elfishly.

Then she grabbed him and hugged him tight, kissing him fiercely on the cheek.

“Hey! My baby!” Frank cried happily. “She's come back to the nest. Our new nest!”

He hugged her in return, genuinely happy to see her.

“Well, I heard you moved,” Katie chirped, “and I was between shoots, so I thought I’d drop by and check out your new digs!”

“Great!” Frank said. “Is Doc Junior still your manager?”

He was referring to Frank Junior, their middle child. While the three Tabor kids were growing up, they discovered they shared their parents’ ability to heal much more quickly than normal kids did and learned at a very early age to hide that ability.

What fascinated Little Frank was that normal people couldn’t heal themselves. His interest led him into twelve years of medical school and twenty-eight years as a general practitioner.

Now, he was his younger sister’s manager and medical consultant. Besides keeping her special healing ability hidden, it was now his job to keep her alive and healthy when, for instance, she got struck in the back with an axe, or got set on fire and had to run out of a burning building, or fell off a bridge into raging rapids. Katie might heal fast, but if he hadn’t cauterized that back wound from the axe when it missed that ‘special’ skin-colored padding, she would’ve bled to death before it healed.

“Of course he is, Daddy,” Katie grinned. “Ol’ Frankfurter’s saved my butt a couple of times, now. Where’s the silverware, Mom. I’ll help set the table if you want.”

“It’s in the middle drawer, there,” Tanya said and pointed. “So, what do you mean, ‘he saved your butt’? Are you telling us that those stunts are for real?”

“Well, yeah!” Katie exclaimed. “Girls like me get a ton of money to do that stuff – ’cause it’s really dangerous! There’s a reason we’re called snuff girls, after all…”

She got silverware and an armload of plates and started setting them out on the kitchen table.

“I made enough money just from that last scene you watched to buy this house,” Katie said into the uncomfortable silence of her parents. “That is, if I’d wanted to… buy it, I mean…”

She stopped talking. Frank and Tanya were just standing there, looking at her. Katie couldn’t tell what either of them was thinking, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t heartwarming approval of her calling.

“I liked it better when you were teaching,” Tanya said, breaking the silence.

“Teaching? God! That was ages ago!” Katie exclaimed with some emotion. “I hated that! Besides, now I’d have to get certified by a corporation so I could teach their employees’ kids. And it’s all different! There’s too much company bullshit and not enough real education and they put psych drugs in the food…”

She stopped, not wanting to get onto her favorite soapbox with her parents. She, as well as her older siblings, had been home schooled until college. During her short career as a teacher, she’d discovered an appalling illiteracy level among her children that she’d been unable to overcome.

In addition, behavioral and discipline problems were solved with drugs which dulled the soul and creative ability of the children taking them. Those quiet, lifeless young eyes had driven her away from ever wanting to teach again. She quit her job and started throwing herself off buildings for a living. That was much more satisfying.

“I like what I do now,” Katie said quietly. “It’s like going out every week and finding out what my real limits are.”

“It’s still suicidal,” Frank said. “What kind of precautions are you taking?”

“Hey, I don’t just let people shoot me in the head, okay?” Katie exclaimed. “I wear padding and stuff just like normal stunt people. But when somebody needs a stunt done and the regular talent won’t do it, they call me.

“If you really must know,” she continued, “I turn down more jobs than I take because they’re simply too dangerous. I’m not going to try something that’s sure to get me killed. That’s when the producers have to go to CGI. Those computer people make even more than I do, even if their special effects suck.”

She looked at her troubled father. “I’m not trying to kill myself, Dad. I may be hellish mad at the world, but I’m not ready to leave it…”

She reached her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“So, is Doc Junior with you?” Frank asked, changing the subject.

Tanya dropped the loaf pan into the middle of the table, startling the other two, and sat down, still upset with her youngest daughter’s career choice.

“Um, no,” Katie stammered, sitting down at the table. “He went to D.C. to visit the great horny toad.”

That’s what she’d called Alicia ever since she was fifteen and caught her older sister bouncing on Uncle Jake’s bed, doing that thing with him!

“Now, you shouldn’t hold grudges,” Tanya said for the ten-millionth time. “After all, he didn’t pick her, either!”

Tanya knew that when her daughters were young, both were completely enamored with their adopted uncle. But only her oldest, Alicia, had been ambitious enough to try and make him hers. Her baby, Katherine, was too unsure of herself with her mousy brown hair and her flat chest to do more than worship Uncle Jake from afar.

“Besides, that was ages ago,” Tanya continued. “Pass your plate, dear.”

Dinner was a little quieter than it could have been. There were the usual complements to Tanya for the casserole and that it was nice to have someone to share dinner with.

Frank retired early, claiming fatigue. He’d bought a new toy for Tanya and had expected to spend the evening using it on her, but now his fun and games would have to wait while Katie was here.

Tanya watched the other disks that Katie had brought to show her parents the stuff she’d been doing. They talked for hours, catching up on things in Katie’s life – her most recent girlfriend and their breakup, and some rather frightening tales of her early stunts.

“I only told you half of what was so hard about that scene in the snow,” Katie confessed. “I finished the scene perfectly with the snow falling on me and everything because I had actually passed out with my eyes still open. Frankfurter thought I was dead.”

‘I was, but Mom doesn’t need to know that…’

“When Harvey, he’s the actor, threw that axe at me, he missed my back pad and took out three ribs and my right lung. That blood I was spitting up was real! I didn’t need to bite down on the blood packet. I don’t even think he realized it at first. We finished the scene – he spattered me with the fake stuff just like he was supposed to, simulating chopping me up and I grunted and cried out and died, just like in the script.

“When the director yelled ‘Cut!’ and I didn’t get up, that’s when Frankfurter realized there was a problem. He carried me to the trailer and cauterized the wound in my back. It took a few hours to heal, but I had to wear a body cast for the next month and go on medical leave to make it look like I was injured. It was a good thing my gory little death scene was good on the first take…”

Katie yawned and checked her body monitor. Her free radicals were up and her blood sugar was over two hundred. It also registered that it was three thirty in the morning. She needed to get some sleep so that her body could restore itself to normalcy.

Mother and daughter, they each fumbled happily into their respective beds – Katie curled up in the guestroom and Tanya snuggled up with her snoring husband.

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘I smell… Sausage!’

After all these years, there was still nothing that would wake Katie up like Dad’s fixing breakfast. She smiled and stretched, feeling like the innocent child that she’d been when she would wake up to his cooking every Sunday.

Sitting up, she looked around the guest bedroom in her parent’s new house.

‘Yes! I have my own bathroom!’

Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed in jeans and a cotton shirt and showed up in the kitchen, hair still wet, beating her mom by only seconds.

“Ha, ha, I won,” Katie crowed.

“No fair!” Tanya whined. “I had more cleaning up to do than you did.”

Frank looked at them both, then kissed his wife, apologetically.

“I could’ve let you sleep,” Frank suggested, almost whispering in Tanya’s ear.

Then he turned back toward the stove.

“You do and you’ll sleep alone,” Tanya replied. “I like the way you wake me up…”

She hung her head on his shoulder and watched him trying to crack eggs with her weight hanging on his arm.

“Mom… Gross!” Katie complained.

“Hey!” Tanya turned to face off with her daughter. “I may be over a hundred, but I’m still twenty, just like you!”

She folded her arms across her chest and stood with one hip out, acting just like her daughter had when she was a teenager in a snit.

Katie held her hands up, readily backing down. She sat down at the table and waited. She wasn’t about to get into an argument about sex with her mom. Especially not when, genetically, they were both the same age…

‘That reminds me…’

“The great horny toad sez that your vampire girl is back,” Katie mentioned, changing the subject.

That was one of the reasons why she was visiting. She wanted to meet this paragon of immortality that had affected all their lives so dramatically.

“Stop calling your sister that!” Tanya said, getting annoyed. “I get tired of hearing it! Sometimes I wonder what nicknames you have for us!”

‘Now I remember why I left…’

“I’m sorry,” Katie mumbled. “I was just… well, I was hoping to meet Béla. I mean, except for the fact that I heal really fast and I passed retirement age years ago, I’ve never had any proof that she really existed. And then the… Alicia… called and told me she was alive and living with Uncle Jake.

“Is she?” Katie asked, looking up hopefully. “Really alive? I mean… It just seems so incredible…”

Frank swung around holding the skillet and slid the first three eggs onto Katie’s plate. He was grinning happily. He turned back to start the next batch.

“Yep!” Frank exclaimed. “She's not only back, but she brought a sister with her!”

“Why didn’t you tell me last night?” Katie asked her mom. “We talked for hours…”

“Honey,” Tanya admitted. “Even after all these years, I’m still getting used to the fact that you hire yourself out to be killed for a living. We just didn’t get around to talking about Béla. I wasn’t trying to keep you from her.”

Katie didn’t look convinced. She looked at her eggs cooling on her plate, then picked up a piece of toast and ‘murdered’ the yolks. Squishing the crisp bread down into the little yellow lake and soaking it for a minute, she quickly raised it up and sucked the flavorful bite into her mouth. Half a sausage on the end of her fork quickly followed.

“Besides,” Tanya continued, “I think that you should meet Béla’s sister, Beth. I mean, meet her personally. Um, intimately… She can teach you some things about mental control that just might keep you alive in a bad situation – especially in your, um, occupation.”

“Intimate? Like in, sexually?” Katie asked, her eyebrows raised. “Why would you ask me to do a thing like that?”

‘Are you implying there’s something wrong with my sex life?’

Tanya sat for a moment under her daughter’s judgmental stare. They both sat silently while Frank finished serving breakfast around the table – a plateful of sausages, several fresh pieces of toast, and a pile of scrambled eggs for himself and Tanya to divide between them.

Frank looked at his wife for a moment, then decided to help her out from underneath her daughter’s condemning glare.

“Um,” Frank cleared his throat. “What she means is that Béla and her sister are telepaths. They are so powerful that when they get close to you, your mind just naturally merges with theirs. It’s just natural to want to have sex with them.”

‘I don’t believe I just said that to my own daughter! Now she’s giving me that look!’

“Look,” said Tanya, suddenly released from her daughter’s headlight glare, “We’re not saying do it or don’t do it. We’re just saying that when you meet these girls, you’ll want to… do it…”

‘I think I’ll just eat breakfast, then crawl under the table and hide from her the rest of the day...’

Katie smirked. “I have never met anyone with that kind of power that they just, with one look, can make me want to hop in bed with them…”

She stopped, suddenly remembering Ronnie, her best friend back in high school and her very first ever! She smiled sadly to herself.

‘She’s probably died of old age by now…’

The minor parent-child tensions that had occurred during the two meals Katie shared with her parents weren’t nearly as exciting as Katie’s discovery of her mom’s private playroom.

“How can you be so goddamned judgmental about my sex habits and what I do for a living! You had me believing that my ‘career choice’ was some sort of psychotic problem ‘I’ had!” Katie screamed into her mother’s face. “You do the same goddamned fucking thing!”

“Now, Katie,” Tanya whimpered defensively. “It’s not like that…”

“No? What the hell is that?” She was glaring at Tanya’s spike wall. “There’s blood all over the wall! Tell me how that got there, and I’ll let you off the hook!”

Frank came through the door. Tanya was standing there, beet red from head to toe. Chuckling to himself, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around hers and clasped his hands together in front of her breasts. He swayed her from left to right and kissed the back of her neck.

“Katie, don’t yell at your mom,” Frank said, his voice perfectly normal.

“Dad…” Katie whined, then shut up.

She was upset. She finally had the goods on Mom, and Dad wouldn’t let her use it on her. How could he be so one-sided about this?

“This is our playroom, Sweetie,” Frank informed his daughter. “We’ve been experimenting with some new ideas, which I’m sure you’ve figured out. Now if you want to use this room for anything, you can ask us. Otherwise, please butt out. Okay?”

“Grrrr!” Katie grumbled. “I have to ask if I want to use Mom’s perverted sex room? No, thanks! I’ve got my own stuff!”

“I bet mine’s better,” Tanya ventured, feeling more belligerent now that her husband had rescued her and was holding her up.

In the end, they all agreed, somewhat unwillingly, to let both mother and daughter do as they wished, despite the fact that each one strongly disapproved of how the other was conducting their lives.

Katie didn’t get to meet Béla this trip. Frank Junior called that afternoon to tell Katie he had a shoot lined up for her in South Carolina scheduled for the next afternoon. They were doing yet another remake of King Solomon’s Mines and needed a new stunt girl for the cannibal scene as their snuff girl was badly injured when the cooking pot rolled into a rock and shattered at the bottom of the hill.

“That’s just twenty four hours, Bug, so you’d better get your tail out here pronto,” he told her.

‘Bug? Katydid it, but I won’t tell if you give me a dollar…’ Childhood memories of nasty older brothers…

She repacked her things and said goodbye to her parents, then hopped in her brand new Lincoln and got the hell out of there before they could nag her any more about her chosen career.

‘It’s a good thing they didn’t bring up my body-piercing Goth girl years… Now Mom’s finally going through that ‘phase!’ Gross! Double gross! Just… Ugh!’

Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Close your eyes and concentrate. Incorrect. Relax a little more. She's more relaxed when she does it. Correct. Create an image of being in the very, exact center… Correct… Let go.’

‘What do you mean, ‘let go’? I’m not holding onto anything. I’m just lying here!’

‘It is required that you relax. Correct. Now. Let go… Surround your body with your mind…’

Elaine disappeared off the bed.

‘Now I have to push out… the Praetor can’t give me instructions from in here, wherever here is…’

Her ears popped as she reappeared in the center of New Eden. She couldn’t get her breath and she couldn’t stop spinning around.

‘Praetor! What’s wrong! I can’t breathe!’

‘The air is thinner where you are. You won’t suffocate. You have a moment before you begin to feel oxygen-deprived.’

‘Great! All the time in the world! Now get me down from here! I remember what happened to Béla when she got stuck out here…’

‘It is required that you relax and make an image of your destination.’

‘Alright. I’ve got one. This is a lot harder than just teleporting objects from room to room…’

‘You have learned the steps of the exercise and do not need prompting to complete each step. Now complete your exercise.’

Elaine surrounded herself with herself, and shoved herself into her image of her audience chamber in the goddess’ temple.

‘If this didn’t take so much effort, I could get fat from lack of real exercise,’ Elaine thought to herself.

The audience chamber was empty, so she walked into the adjoining room where her buffet would normally be set up. It was empty, both of warm bodies and food.

‘I forgot. It’s almost dark time. Everyone will be out working the fields getting the crops in before everything freezes.’

That was the one thing about her idyllic new world that she hated – five months of relentless, freezing darkness with no relief except for the endless orgies she threw to keep from going crazy every winter.

‘Dark time. They don’t call it winter, here. It’s worse than any winter!’

She left through the great stone doors and flew the short distance to her mansion, barely exercising her wings enough to notice they’d been used. Her evening lessons with the Praetor were finished until she was ready for her next sleep period. Most of the household staff were in their sleep period, now.

‘That means there won’t be any food available for a few hours, yet. One of the disadvantages of using my sleep time for education.’

Elaine mentally reviewed the checklist of exercises the Praetor had planned for the next week. She and two of her sisters would team up and learn how to synchronize their ability to teleport large objects. All the goddesses were to be taught in small groups once each goddess’ basic teleporting ability was adequate. She wondered which two of her sisters she would be matched with.

She climbed back into her own bed and wondered where all this training would take them. She was alone in the bed, for once, and, surprising herself, went directly to sleep – not dream-walking, not exercising her mind – just sleeping.

Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Incoming transmission from Surveillance Team Alpha,” the wall secretary said in its mechanical voice.

“Thank you, Charles,” Blacker told the machine. “Open a line.”

I’ve got to reset that thing with a female personality one of these days…

“Line open,” Charles, the wall secretary said.

“This is Chief Blacker.”

“Uh, Sir,” the voice on the other end of the line said. The loud whir of a rotor-powered flyer nearly drowned his voice.

‘That would be the personnel flier I issued to enhance Alpha team’s ability to observe the Pestova residence.’

The two aircraft Blacker had issued his Alpha and Beta teams were an all-plastic design with virtually no electronics, making each team invisible to any electronic navigational scanners or radar devices. They could go anywhere. If no one heard or saw their craft, no one would know they were there.

“Sir,” the voice continued. “We have retrieved the package and are in route to safehouse six for debriefing.”

‘Retrieved the package? They actually captured one of the alien females from the Pestova residence?’

Blacker had begun to believe that the little cabin in the desert was a stronghold. The incredibly expensive MAS-DEC system had stopped transmitting its data within a few days of the females’ arrival. The most annoying thing about that was…

‘It still works for them!’

“Is the package intact?” Blacker asked.

‘Is she alive?’

“Negative,” the voice replied. “The package has been damaged.”

‘They had to kill her…’

“I’ll review the data,” Blacker told his inept operative. “I’ll debrief you personally!”

‘This had better be good! They had strict orders to observe and not make contact! Somebody’s head is going to roll for killing that…’

Calming himself and taking a deep breath, he sat back down.

“Charles, open the microwave package that arrived with that last transmission; large display.”

He sat back to look at what his surveillance team had recorded. Both surveillance teams had standing orders to observe and do not make contact unless capture was possible without damage.

Alpha team consisted of two members; Gary Terns and Joanna Cooper; both experienced trackers, both stealth and assassin trained.

‘It’s not like them to have to terminate their target in order to make a capture.’

The recorded feed from the scrambled microwave transmission began:

The sound of a personal roto-flier roars through the room, then diminishes as the computer compensates for the sound.

‘They’re coming back this way! Land over by those rocks,’ a male voice says.

A rocket powered flitter passes, high overhead, descending down toward a valley.

‘We go on foot from here,’ Joanna said. ‘They should be right over the next ridge.’

She grabbed a Tri-d recorder, leaving the stun gun for Gary.

He fast-forwarded the recording while the team traveled over the rocks, traveling in the direction of the descending flitter, stopping when he noticed them talking again.

‘… shots. Maybe they’re hunting,’ Gary suggested.

‘I don’t think so,’ Joanna said, catching her breath from the rapid, ground-covering trot they’d been maintaining. ‘It sounds more like target practice – each shot would sound different if the target was moving…’

Gary grunted agreement. They crept forward, searching the area ahead of them. After some time, the sound of a flitter taking off caused them to duck under cover for a moment.

‘It’s going the other way,’ Gary said. ‘Away from us…’

They stepped out from behind the rocks and looked around.

‘Holy shit!’ Joanna heard Gary say.

She turned and stared, wide-eyed, at the bloody corpse of what appeared to be part human-part bird remains. It had a human torso and legs. It had once been female. But where the arms were, huge fragile wings were folded neatly over the body.

Gary walked around the remains, his gut churning at the cold-blooded butchery. The creature’s breasts and sexual organs had been shot off. Its entire torso was ravaged with bullet holes.

‘Well, now we know what they were hunting…’ Gary said, trying to sound hardened and uncaring as he stared down at the mangled body. ‘Looks like he wanted to make damn sure this thing was dead!’

Joanna was using the Tri-d recorder and discovered what the female observer in her didn’t want to believe.

‘Oh my God!’ Joanna turned to the side and threw up, retching several times before she regained her self-control.

‘What?’ Gary wanted to know. ‘What is it?’

‘He…’ she swallowed again, trying to keep her stomach down. ‘He killed it, and then he dead-fucked it!’

She moved the recorder down to get a good image of the creature’s shot-up lower abdomen and upper legs.

‘It looks almost human,’ Gary said, ‘except for those god-damn wings. I imagine this is what the Chief is looking for.’

‘Yeah! Well,’ Joanna said, ‘you’ve got the gun. I’ll go get the hopper.’

She trotted off, relieved to be away from the grisly scene. She wasn’t looking forward to preparing that… whatever it was… for transport back to MAS-DEC.

It was almost dark when Joanna landed the hopper next to Gary. He was pretty spooked by that time. Twice he’d jumped up, ready to shoot the grisly abomination himself. He was sure the creature had moved each time, but was able to convince himself that it was just the wind picking up and catching under the unearthly corpse’s unnatural wings.

‘This is like a nightmare out of a really bad monster movie!’ Gary told her when Joanna stepped down from the hopper.

Between them both, they were able to roll the creature up into a net and secured it to the underbelly of the hopper.

Handling it wasn’t as blood curdling a task as Joanna had feared. Although the thing was mostly covered with blood, the bullet wounds hadn’t torn up the body as much as she had originally believed.

‘It still feels warm,’ she said. ‘Almost like it’s still alive somehow.’

‘Well, you know that’s impossible,’ Gary replied, grunting as he tied down the awkward wings behind the body. ‘You know, these wings are both broken. He must have shot it down when it tried to escape.’

‘What should we do with its headgear?’ Gary asked.

The odd looking helmet had fallen off while the two of them were rolling the creature up in the cargo netting.

‘I don’t know. Throw it in the back and we’ll take it with us,’ Gary replied. ‘Why would it need a helmet? Do you suppose it was intelligent?’

‘What do you mean ‘intelligent’?’ Joanna wanted to know. ‘The head is almost completely undamaged and it looks human. The creature was obviously female – maybe a hybrid of some kind. She probably had at least ‘normal’ human intelligence.’

‘Yeah, well, her ‘human’ intelligence and those wings didn’t keep her from getting killed, now, did it? Do you suppose she could really fly? And if she could, why didn’t she just fly away?’

He climbed into the hopper as Joanna fired up the rotor. She shook her head, not having the slightest idea of how to answer.

So, Blacker realized, his agents didn’t kill the alien. Evidently, there was some sort of falling out and Pestova had lured the alien female out into the wilderness and violently murdered her. Blacker was admirably impressed by the amount of over-kill this Pestova character had demonstrated in executing the alien female. It was obvious that he knew how hard these creatures were to kill, and had made certain that this one, at least, would never rise again.

He grabbed a topcoat as he left to meet his incoming team. It was getting chilly outside.

‘This close to discovering immortality, I don’t need to die of pneumonia…’

Dissecting the alien was going to be fascinating. There was no limit to the possible secrets they might discover… and that helmet she was wearing – if it’s as alien as she is… or was… it could be full of secrets, too.

Blacker decided against filing a preliminary report with ‘the man’, upstairs. A few hours wouldn’t make much difference, especially now that their prize was just a dead piece of meat. Plus, there was the very real possibility that Hedron would try to take this prize for himself.

He grinned as he stepped out into the windy street, wondering what new discoveries would be learned tonight.

Chapter 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The cold metal gave her goosebumps all up and down her arms. Her nipples were hard, both from the cool sensation of the metal cups pressed against them, and from the sexual excitement she felt as Frank strapped the chastity belt around her waist and between her legs.

Tanya spread her legs to give Frank better access as he tightened the strap around her waist and stooped down in front of her to insert the inverted ‘protective’ cone that would prevent anyone from being able to violate her. She gasped as he pushed the smooth, cold hollow cone up inside her. Then he fastened the strap between her legs to hold it in place.

“Wow! You look great!” Frank said, admiring his wife’s sexy figure.

Tanya danced around for a moment, showing off for him. She