The house was unassuming and small, nestled behind two large maple trees, sitting at the end of a shady cul-de-sac. The evening sun was just falling below the tops of the trees, spreading the first of the longer shadows out into the street.

It had sat abandoned for several months, ever since the owner, Linda McFadden, was taken away in handcuffs by nameless and faceless federal agents. It had caused quite a stir in the neighborhood at the time, although they had all been warned back into their houses by the semi-military group of men and women who had converged there.

All except for Mackenzie. Sixteen and full of herself, she'd sneaked out her bedroom window and had made her way over to watch the commotion. With stealth that could only be managed by years of hide-and-seek and less innocent games between the yards and houses, she crawled, ran, scraped and tip-toed. Finally, she made her way to the creek stone retaining wall that separated the house under siege from the one next door. Standing up against the wall, and peering through a hole in the hedge that sat on the other side, she could see directly into the kitchen.

Inside, two of the men were talking calmly with Ms. McFadden. A third came in and Ms. McFadden seemed to stiffen a bit, looking over at the newcomer. Ms. McFadden said something very short, and the newcomer stiffened, too, just before he reached up to remove his mask.

No, her mask. It was a female agent, and her eyes were wide, staring at Ms. McFadden and trembling, as if she suddenly had the chills. Mackenzie remembered the chills from when she'd had a food poisoning two years before and involuntarily shivered.

When Mackenzie looked again, the agent had relaxed, and was shaking her head, making her hair come loose. Here head lowered and a smile covered her face, while her hands started to unbutton her jumpsuit. She was still looking at Ms. McFadden, lips quivering with desire as if she were an actress in a late night cable movie.

Slowly, as if she were completely at ease, her gaze turned to the two other agents. Mackenzie gasped. The agent looked aroused, and not just a little. Mackenzie could almost feel the heat as it poured from the woman. The surreal scene made her head spin.

Just then, she saw another agent creep up to the kitchen window outside the house. He pulled out a funny-looking pistol, aimed it, and shot right through the window at Ms. McFadden. Ms. McFadden looked over, surprise on her face. She grasped at the corner of the kitchen table and fell, and Mackenzie could see the red plume of a dart in her neck as she toppled to the floor.

Then the kitchen was full of agents - Mackenzie thought she'd better make herself scarce before she got caught. She was trembling herself now, unsure of what she'd just seen. She hid by the trunk of the Reynolds' pine tree, sheltered by its branches, and watched as the agents brought out two stretchers. One carried the female agent, who was moaning loudly, as if in pain, but also sighing like she was incredibly happy. The blanket on top of her didn't hide the fact that her hands were moving, roaming everywhere.

The other carried Ms. McFadden, who didn't move at all, but whose eyes were open and staring. Her head fell over to the side, and she seemed to look right at Mackenzie. Mackenzie's heart stopped, afraid others would follow her gaze, but no one seemed to notice. Just as she was loaded into a large, black van, Mackenzie thought she saw the faintest smile cross her neighbor's lips.

What that smile was for, Mackenzie might never know. Ms. McFadden was gone, and soon, as fast as they had arrived, so were the agents. Mackenzie hightailed it back home so her absence wouldn't be discovered by her distraught parents. She heard her bedroom door click open just as she sat at her desk and opened a school book.

Pretending that she had been closing it, she looked over and said, "You know, you really didn't have to warn me away, Mom. It's no big deal anyway. So what is all the trouble down the street?"

"I don't know honey, and I don't want to know," answered Molly Edwards, glad for once that her daughter had outgrown the tomboy side of her youth, and had become more interested in boys than in watching any commotion. "Linda... Ms. McFadden... was arrested. No one has any idea what it's about. Whatever it is, it looks very serious. Thanks for staying in your room, Kenzie."

"No problem, Mom," said Mackenzie.

She was still curious, but no one seemed to want to talk about it. In fact, it never came up at all. Eventually, over a month later, the teams of agents and police took down the yellow tape from the house, and removed the extra security cameras and doors they had installed.

From that moment on, the house sat empty. Until now.

Mackenzie Edwards, tomboy incognito, was about to go in and have a look around.

Everything was locked tight. She checked all the windows, and scowled - everything had been fastened securely by some vigilant soul. It was at that moment she made a decision. She took off her shoes and socks, put the socks over her hands, and cracked the glass at a basement window behind a large evergreen bush. She half-expected to hear a neighbor come running over, but no one was out, and she was safe. She carefully pulled the glass from the window and, satisfied with her work, squirmed in through the tight hole.

She could just make out the stairs as her eyes adjusted to the darker light. She made her way over and up, and as she opened the basement door, found herself in a kind of casual den. She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose at the musty odor of the empty house. At the same time, she felt adrenalin pump her heart. It was extremely risky - and exciting - to be here, all alone.

The furniture was still in place, covered in dust. She walked through, careful not to touch anything. She looked at the fireplace, and looked away again. Nothing of interest there. Nothing to look at. She went to the kitchen.

All the food had been taken out, but there was an empty bag of chips and a few empty soda cans on the floor. She cocked her head. Something got her attention, though it took a moment to realize what it was.

The refrigerator. It was humming, still on, and still on for no reason. That meant the house still had power. She tried a kitchen light, not thinking that it might be seen from outside until she had flipped the switch. Luckily, the light was burned out.

Mr. Drubbins, her Chemistry teacher, had stressed energy conservation all year, and almost without thinking, Mackenzie reached up to the receptacle on the wall and unplugged the huge appliance.

The humming stopped.

But it was more than that. It was as if a gentle fog lifted and the house became less fuzzy in her eyes. She hadn't even noticed how dream-like it had felt, until just this moment. It was as if the silence sharpened her senses, woke her up.

Very, very weird.

She went back to the den and looked at the fireplace again. But now, she thought about how Ms. McFadden had been doing something bad, and if she had been dealing drugs or something else, what a good place the fireplace would be to hide something.

She walked over and placed her hand in, reaching up and opening the flue. Nothing there. She was about to turn away again, when she remembered her mother dumping all the ashes into the ash pit underneath the grate. She pulled the grate out, and pushed aside the ashes, uncovering the trap door underneath. It was much, much larger than the one they had at home... it was actually larger than the grate, but had been invisible under the burned out cinders.

She opened it up, expecting to see a pile of compressed soot and charcoal, but instead, it had an inset, circular rubber seal, and inside it looked like a metal-walled tube. She reached in, and felt something down there... something heavy. She got down on her knees and pushed both hands in, finding what felt like a handle, and pulled.

It was not so heavy, after all, but it was difficult to get the leverage she needed to pull it out and clear. With one final and very unladylike grunt she pulled it out of the tube and into the room. It was a shiny metal orb with a handle formed in the side, just a little bigger than a basketball. She hefted it out, and looked in wonder at it. She knew she had found something unusual. Maybe there was a reward. She thought about how she'd be in the paper, how everyone would think how smart she was.

But she was also curious. She could call tomorrow, and no one would care. She wanted to see what this thing was.

She was wondering just how she was going to get it out of the basement window when she remembered that she could just go out the back door, if she was careful not to be seen.

She waited a short time for darkness. Luckily, she had told her mom she'd be at Kirsten's house, and she was always late coming home from there. Still, her heart beat fast as she opened the door and slipped outside, skulking through the backyard thickets until she made her way to her own house. She left the metal ball outside her bedroom window, under the bush that sat just beneath it.

It was easy enough to get it inside.

She'd been grounded for coming home late, and her parents had been a little puzzled at her lack of arguing. Before the questions came, however, she noticed, stomped off, and got it extended by a week. Molly and Roger Edwards just shook their heads at each other, and smiled a little at the display. Soon enough, they knew, grounding would be useless unless it involved a car.

Mackenzie was happy about it, for once. She had a puzzle, and a secret one, and she'd be left alone to investigate. She wanted to see this thing, and she'd barely been able to get it hidden under the stuffed animals in the closet in time for her mother to call her downstairs to get punished. And once that happened, she knew she'd have to wait until they were asleep. There was too much chance for surprise "talks" otherwise.

Finally, Mackenzie's mom and dad crept past her room and went to bed. She lay awake in the darkness, every nerve in her body jumping, as each second passed with excruciating slowness. She waited thirty more minutes, got up, and pressed a towel to the bottom of her door before going back to turn on her bedside light.

She walked to the closet, pushed her stuffed animals aside, pulled out the shiny orb, and carried it over to her desk. She was careful to go slowly and she managed to set it down almost without a sound.

She let her eyes wander over its seamless shape. This was her first chance to look at it more closely.

And see nothing. It was just a metal ball with a handle built into a hollow so it didn't protrude. She rolled it to one side and winced at the sound heavy sound on her desk. Another towel later, it was as silent on her desk as her breathing.

She worked on it for a half hour, trying to get some idea of what it was. It wasn't normal, that was for sure. It wasn't something that looked like she could open it, either. She was stumped. The only thing she found was a tiny hole beside the handle. She looked over at her computer, and a bright smile lit up her face.

She opened her drawer, pulled out a paperclip, and straightened it. She pressed it into the hole, and felt it give slightly. A seam, invisible up to that moment, appeared and the thing flipped slightly open, halving it right though the middle of the handle.

Trembling, unsure of what she'd find, but completely at the mercy of her curiosity, she pulled it the rest of the way open, turning it sideways on her desk. It had a hinge on the inside that swung out as she opened it, so that both the halves sat on their backs with the flat inside part facing the ceiling. The flat insides of the sphere were made from some kind of black plastic.

One side had a small, flat keyboard, with an indentation near the middle of the top so that it could be removed. It was held firmly by pressure, but it was easy enough to take out. The other side held a small box, about the size of a box of kitchen matches, but flatter.

She removed both, set the keyboard on her desk, and slid the black plastic box open. She smiled. It opened like a box matches, too.

Inside, made of the same shiny material as the shell of the sphere, were a pair of small goggles, one for each eye. They weren't connected, but it was obvious they were made to be worn individually and at the same time. Except for the lack of little black circles to look through, and the fact that they were silver, they looked just like the ones her mom took to the tanning salon.

She just had to try them on.

She placed them over her eyes with her lids closed like she'd seen her mom do, and then peeked out. She gasped as she looked around. It was as if it was broad daylight in her room, except everything was even clearer... no, sharper than she'd ever seen it. It was as if she had 20-5 vision or something. Though it was no larger, she could see the individual threads of her bedspread.

She thought she should take them back off, but it was so cool to look through them. She just couldn't bear to take them off just yet.

She looked at her clock and could see the tiny phosphors in the display. 12:16 AM.

She turned back to look at the opened silver ball, and gasped. She could see lines running all through it... seams and pockets where it had been completely flush before. There was even a green button, flush and about an inch square, just beside where the keyboard had been sitting.

She didn't even have time for a thought before she touched it with her finger. She nearly yelped as the sphere hummed to life.

Mackenzie started to panic, and pressed again, and then again, but there was no turning it off. Her parents would hear, for sure. She was about to reach up to remove the goggles when the world disappeared in a paralyzing explosion of color.

Mackenzie's breathing slowed, and she faced forward in the chair. Her cheeks went slack, followed by her lips. Her arms fell slowly to her lap as they relaxed. Her hands went limp, fingers curling slightly.

Inside her mind, there was nothing but swirling colors. There was only now. No reason to think. No reason to wonder. There was only falling, rushing, expanding into the colors, feeling them expand into her.

The sphere hummed.

"What the hell is that?" groaned Roger, pulling himself up from a rather pleasant dream.

Molly stirred. "Hrmph?" she said, her voice groggy and sleep-sodden.

Roger was waking rapidly at the strange humming sound coming from somewhere in the house. Whispering, he said, "Molly... Molly, wake up! What is that?"

The worry in Roger's voice acted like dose of high powered caffeine, and then Molly was sitting up too, listening to the strange sound.

"I'm going to go look," whispered Roger. "Might be nothing. You can stay here... I'll be right back."

"You're not leaving me here, Roger. I'm coming with you."

His protective instincts wanted to tell her to stay where she was, but he knew there was no arguing with his wife, and there was no time for it.

They crept down the hallway towards the sound. "Oh, my God," whispered Roger. "I think it's coming from Kenzie's room." There was no mistaking the dread in his voice.

He listened again. The sound was like a sixty-cycle hum, but there was something else in it... something that didn't sound like anything he'd ever heard before. He didn't like it at all.

But as he and Molly padded down the hallway, he began to feel foolish. Surely it was nothing to worry about. Then again, he'd come this far. He wanted to see what this was. He shook his head, clearing it, and his concern was right back where he'd started.

"What are we doing out here?" said Molly. Her full voice made him nearly jump out of his skin. She continued, "This is ridiculous. There's nothing to look at down here."

"Molly!" hissed Roger. "There's something or someone in Kenzie's room! What are you trying to do, get us killed?"

"No one is going to get killed. There's nothing happening." Again she spoke in a full voice, as if it were the middle of the day.

"Don't you hear that humming?" he said more quietly, hoping she would get the hint.

Molly listened. "Well, I hear the furnace, and something else..." her face screwed up into a frown. "Something... something... no. I don't hear anything strange at all. Let's go back to bed."

"Molly! Wake up! Are you sleepwalking or what?" said Roger. She'd seemed so awake that it had never occurred to him she might still be dreaming.

He crept three more steps and reached for the doorknob to Mackenzie's room. Just as he was about to touch it, the door swung open, the light from her bedside table streaming into the hall.

He looked at his daughter and gasped. Her eyes were... silver. No, she was wearing some kind of goggles, but her face was completely slack - without emotion - and she was... naked.

"Everything is fine, Dad."

Roger felt his face relax, and his heart slow down a bit. "But Mackenzie, it's almost five in the morning... and what are those goggles, and why aren't you dressed?"

"I'm not wearing goggles. I have my jammies on. Everything is just as it should be. Everything is just like always."

Roger looked again, and saw that she was right. She wasn't wearing goggles. Her eyes were silver, just like always. And she was wearing her jammies.

"Why are you still up, young lady?"

"I'm not up. I'm sleeping soundly. There's nothing interesting happening in my room at all. It's just another peaceful night, like always. There are never sounds that come from my room. This isn't even enough to call it a dream. You're in bed, Dad, so pretend to walk back there. Wouldn't want you getting lost inside your delusions. This isn't happening."

"See?" said Molly, standing at his side. "She's sleeping, just like always. There's nothing going on. We are in bed asleep, too. It isn't even happening."

"Right..." said Roger, his voice trailing off as he wandered down the hall and back to bed with Molly at his side.

"Mom."

Roger kept walking, but Molly stopped and turned. "Yes, Mackenzie?"

"Men. So dense. They don't understand. Dad doesn't understand. You don't love Dad. You have never loved Dad, even though you thought you did. He should go live somewhere else. He doesn't belong here. With us."

"Yes, Mackenzie."

"You love Ms. Reynolds, down the street, although you can't tell her yet. You are terribly aroused at the slightest thought of her. Tomorrow morning, you will have her over for coffee. You will bring her to my room."

"Of course, Mackenzie."

"Once Dad is back asleep in bed, you will return to my room. There is very much for you to do to prepare for tomorrow."

"Yes, Mackenzie. So much for me to do."

"Go back to your room. Come back when it's time. This is all very, very normal. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, yes, Mackenzie, normal as the sun rising."

"Very good. You'll make a wonderful slave. So will Ms. Reynolds."

"I'll make a wonderful slave, Mackenzie," said Molly, her face flushing as she thought of Laverne Reynolds.

As she wandered down the hall and crawled into bed, waiting for Roger to fall asleep, she considered how she had been able to fool herself into thinking she had ever loved him at all. He was okay, but men were dense as a general rule, and he was no different, after all.

Then she thought of Laverne again, felt her nipples rise, and her pussy gush with need and arousal. As her husband fell asleep, she slowly circled her clit with her finger, relishing the thought of showing Laverne her daughter's room, but she had no idea why.

There was nothing of interest there, really.

Laverne sat in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. It had been a long time since she and Molly had taken the time to do this. Mackenzie had been what - seven? It was so strange how time got away. Even so, it was as if they'd never stopped. And something about Molly seemed more vibrant and alive than she'd been in years.

Molly came back to the kitchen and smiled at her friend warmly. She'd never realized just how much she loved Laverne, but she couldn't get enough of her this morning. She really was smitten.

And of all things, she was glad about it.

"So how is Mackenzie doing in school this year?" asked Laverne. "I've been here all morning and you haven't said a word about her."

"Oh, she's really turned around... it's amazing," said Molly, after taking a long sip of coffee. God, her pussy was on fire. Her nipples were aching as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The presence of the woman she loved combined with pleasing Mackenzie was sending her lust climbing the walls, but as instructed, she maintained a calm and collected exterior. There would be time to play soon.

Mackenzie had promised.

"She's got a special project she's working on... something for the Science Fair, and I have to admit, I'm really amazed," said Molly, continuing. "I think it might win... even nationally."

"No way! But Kenzie has never been into science, has she?"

"Oh, it's a more recent development, but I'm so pleased I can hardly stand it! She says she wants to go into biopsychology, whatever that is."

"Well, you won't find anyone more shocked than me. But I'm in her corner, that's for sure. I've missed our coffee, you know, but I've missed her, too."

The emotion that surged in Molly was more than she could hold in. "Oh, Laverne, I've missed you, too!" she said, tears forming in her eyes. She shook with the effort of holding back her words of eternal love and lust for the woman seated across the table.

Laverne took it only as heartfelt friendship, though, and said, "It's okay, Molly. It really is."

"Um..." said Molly, not sure how to continue. "Would you like to go say hello to Kenzie for a minute? I'm sure she'd be glad to see you."

Laverne gave Molly a puzzled look. After all, Laverne saw Mackenzie out in the neighborhood more than she saw Molly.

Seeing the reaction, Molly added, "I'm sure she'd like to show you her project. And I know you'll love it. It really is amazing."

"Okay, let's go upstairs. I'd love to say hi."

She followed Molly up the stairs and along the short hall to Mackenzie's room - the same room she'd had when she was just a little girl. As they approached the door, she got the oddest feeling. It wasn't like revulsion or anything... it was more like intense indifference. She really found the whole idea of going in Mackenzie's room of no interest whatsoever.

She knew she hadn't felt that way a few minutes before, but there was no mistaking it. She didn't really need to leave, but she just had no interest in being there now. "Molly, listen... I have some things to do today..."

She was cut off by Molly calling through the door, "Kenzie, honey... company!"

There was some kind of hum coming from the room... it went up in pitch, and Laverne's mood changed again. She didn't have time to think on it before the door opened. And there was Mackenzie, looking... well, ravishing, actually. She looked like she was Queen for a Day.

"Oh, Ms. Reynolds! Hi! I didn't know you were over or I would have come down. How are you?"

Something sent a shiver, a very pleasant shiver, up Laverne's spine. Mackenzie's voice was affecting her in ways she... she didn't expect. She shook her head slightly. "Um, I'm fine, Kenzie... uh... your mom said you have some kind of project going on?"

"Oh, my pride and joy!" said Mackenzie, beaming. "Come in a sec and I'll show you!"

Molly and Laverne walked in and sat down on the bed. There was only one chair, and Mackenzie was using it. On her desk was some kind a large sphere cut in two, and all kinds of little gadgets strewn around.

Laverne found herself wishing Mackenzie would say something else. That voice...

"I've been experimenting with all this stuff all morning," said Mackenzie. "Like this." Before Laverne could answer, Mackenzie had picked up an odd-looking pair of tweezers and reached into her own mouth with them. A moment later, out came a tiny little speck about the size of a popcorn kernel.

"This is a Uvular Command Unit. I know, odd name. But, oh, what it does!"

"What is it that it does, Mackenzie?" asked Laverne, who was finding all of this a little odd, but definitely interesting.

"It gives me an irresistible voice," said Mackenzie in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You mean it makes you sound... sophisticated or something?" said Laverne, searching for some word other than "sexy". The voice she'd heard moments before had definitely been that... or maybe more like compelling.

"Oh, more than sophisticated. It's like I can speak right into your heart and soul. Didn't you feel it?"

Laverne felt her mind reject the notion, despite knowing it was true. "I heard, well, something, anyway."

"Well, it's all part of this thing. But the really cool thing is these." Mackenzie held out her hand.

Laverne looked down after looking into Mackenzie's eyes for a moment. What exactly was she up to? Laverne was a little nervous after hearing that voice, but she was also curious. This was turning into a very strange Saturday morning.

What she saw was a pair of silver tanning goggles.

"Try them," said Mackenzie, giggling. "Go on, it's okay. Mom did."

"Yes, I did, and they are kind of funny, Laverne."

Laverne gave Molly a questioning look before sighing and putting them on. She let her head lean to the left, sighed deeply, and with a look and tone of just the slightest touch of exasperation, she said, "Okay, what now, now that I look like the zombie from Planet X? Hey, I can see!"

"Oh, there's much more to see, really," giggled Mackenzie. She picked up the keyboard and typed in a command.

For Laverne, the room was suddenly laced in white fog. The lights had halos and the furniture was covered with wispy mist.

"How do you feel, Laverne?" Mackenzie had put the little gizmo back in, apparently. Laverne could feel herself melting with the sound.

"I feel fine. What exactly is this supposed to accomplish, Kenzie?"

"Oh, give it about fifteen more seconds. Then you'll see."

"Huh?"

"Eleven seconds."

"Okay, eleven seconds," sighed Laverne. But she giggled anyway. She really was having a good time.

"No, three."

"Three? No... wai..."

"There we go. The goggles have found your optic nerve and have begun to transmit directly into your mind, Laverne."

Laverne felt her thoughts turn slow... so slow that she struggled to respond at all. And not only that, she couldn't see anything, now. She began to get scared.

"Oh, you're fighting. That's good, Laverne. Let the unit see where your resistance is."

"Resist. I... have... what..."

Deep inside, where whatever happened hadn't affected her, Laverne knew, without question, that she was suddenly in real danger. Whatever Kenzie was doing was... was...

"Whatever I do is good. Don't you think, Laverne?"

"Goooood. So gooood."

"Kenzie," said Laverne, her tongue thick and out of control, "you need to sthtop...stop... whatever you're do... ing. Hurts."

"No, it doesn't hurt. It only hurts when you try to think for yourself. And it's so hard, that it just might stop at any moment. I'd like to help you think, when that happens. Would it be okay if I help you to think? Maybe even think for you?" Mackenzie laughed... and it was like fairy icicles teasing Laverne's most secret pleasure spots.

"Mackennnzie. No... I... yessss oh, god it... oh no... I can't... I... think... I..."

"I can see your thoughts, Laverne. I can see how much it hurts you to think for yourself... the struggle. Let me add something to help you."

"Noooo... AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH," screamed Laverne. Her spine was tingling and sending out delicious tendrils to her most sensitive places. Her nipples were on fire... her clit screaming to be touched... she'd never felt such terrible, aching, horrendous need in her life... her whole pussy was aflame, leaking out acid onto her thighs, acid that itched, that needed to be... oh, god... licked off...

"Now, just for posterity, I'd like to see how long you can last, Laverne. I'd like you to recite 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic' for as long as you can."

"Fuck that little twat... oh... fuck... oh... fuck yes... twat," thought Laverne, unable to keep the tiniest thread alive.

"If you get all the way through it, I'll let you go," crooned Mackenzie.

Where the fuck was Molly? Was she in on it? Jesus... and then the meaning of Mackenzie's words burned through her lust. She saw her chance... the risk... but not trying, she would certainly not... she didn't... she didn't want to die.

"You won't die, Laverne. You'll be reborn. Now, come on. Give it a try. I promise, I'll be good."

"Oh, God, she really can... oh my god she..."

With every ounce of control she had, even as she felt her sanity slipping, she started.

"Minnne eyes have seeeeen the glory uvvvvvvv the... the... coming uvv the... Lorrrrrd..."

"Very nice, Laverne, continue."

"Heeee isssss tramp... trampling out the vvvvvvineyards... wherrre the... grapes of wrath arrrrrrrrre stored..."

"Oh, Molly only got to 'trampled', Laverne. You are so strong!"

"He haaas lllloosed the ffffffffffffffffucking lightning annnnnd..."

"Molly, I think she's losing it," giggled Mackenzie.

"Oh, definitely losing it," replied Molly, laughing openly. Laverne's face burned with embarrassment and tears.

"a... fuck's the bessssssssst rewarrrrrrrrd...."

Laverne sat shivering, eyes covered in silver, as Molly and Mackenzie watched in envy as the last of her old life was cremated by the Sphere.

Mackenzie smiled as a tiny green light showed up on the keyboard.

"Laverne."

"Yessss." Laverne's voice sounded sultry. Wanton. Needy.

"You are my slave. You know this like you know that rocks are hard and that water is wet. It is your most basic tenet. I own you, mind body and soul. It is certain and immutable. Turn to Molly and tell her what you are."

Laverne turned to Molly, her eyes able to see again. "I am Mackenzie's slave. She owns me, mind body and soul." Laverne shivered as pleasure erupted and traveled across her skin and inside to the center of her bones.

"Men are so dense. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, Mackenzie."

"And your husband David. What is he?"

"A man."

"And therefore he is..."

"Dense, Mackenzie."

"You are smart and strong. There is no room for dense people in your life. They must be expelled at any cost short of death. Therefore..."

"There is no room for men in my life. There is no room for David in my life. David must be expelled at any cost short of death."

"Oh, you are doing soooo well, Laverne."

Another jolt of pleasure caused Laverne to cry out, her ecstasy escaping her lips.

"Laverne, you love Molly. You love me. You would do anything, even die for me. You have always felt this way, but realize you didn't see it before today. Sex with Molly creates more pleasure inside you than any sex you have ever had, than any sex you have ever imagined. And obeying me is better than sex with Molly. Does this all make sense to you?"

"Yes, Mackenzie."

"Then take off your goggles, open your eyes, and see your love beside you."

Laverne reached up and removed the goggles. Everything was so clear, now. So perfect. She was owned. She loved Molly. She loved Mackenzie, too. She was surprised that she'd never seen it before.

"Kiss me, Laverne... please," hissed Molly.

Laverne was there before the words were off of Molly's lips, hands dancing, caressing, both of them tearing the clothes from each other as their passion reached a pitch far beyond fevered. Their tongues licked, raked and explored places they'd never wanted or imagined... and continued. As their tongues found their homes in each others' cunts, their cries mingled until it was impossible to tell who was who, cumming and screaming in tandem... one lust, one love, all in the sight of Mackenzie, who smiled and put her goggles back on.

As she loaded the next program that would teach her how to better control her slaves, how to provide for them, and how to transform them, the unending cries of lust went on into the afternoon... until there was only silence and the breathing of both women sleeping.

And when evening came, she walked over to them, gently placing a set of goggles on the eyes of both women. She walked over to the desk, and typed in a command on the keyboard.

Two sets of lungs pulled air in sharply. Two backs arched in unresisting pleasure. Two sighs let go in perfect unison, and two sets of lips began chanting... chanting... chanting... as words of obedience and love reordered them into deeper and deeper levels of slavery.

Mackenzie, yet again returning to her own set of Primary Goggles, sat back and let the Sphere teach her even more. Although she could hear the words, gasps and moans of her two naked, loving slavemoms, they were not distracting at all.

Mackenzie was busy being filled with all the possibilities of a future yet to be lived.