“Very good, my love. Excellent,” Yvonne said, smiling, sitting naked on Frannie’s bed.

Reached down to give her a swirling rich succulent wet kiss.

Frannie, naked, on her knees, gazing up at Yvonne, put the phone back on it’s cradle as she kissed and kissed Yvonne back, pressing up, pressing her breasts against her, and finally slid down to kiss Yvonne’s thighs, legs.

Yvonne moaning softly now.

“Verrrrry very good, my sweet love,” Yvonne said again, spreading her legs and leaning back on her elbows.

Letting her head loll back.

She was going to say, “what are you?”

But didn’t bother.

Frannie clearly knew.

“Yesssss, my love,” Yvonne said instead, feeling the sweet tingling warmth spread through her as Frannie’s tongue made it’s way up.

“You ARE a good girl,” Yvonne said more huskily, chuckling, moaning.

“Hurry up sweetness…busy morning tomorrow…” she said with relish.

Head rolling around now, legs wide, feeling Frannie’s sweet endless tongue slowly make its way to its target…..fueling tomorrow’s Heat.

They laid there afterward, for a short while. Just cuddled up.

Frannie fell asleep quickly. Yvonne tiptoed out to her apartment across the hall.

Slid into bed.

Tomorrow’s the day!

Didn’t notice the little white kitten with bright green eyes all curled up in a little furball under the heat radiator in the hallway, staring out intently as she went by.

No one noticed, just after Yvonne’s light under her door went out, the kitten bound out, run down the stairs, and leap without a glance through a high window that the kitten knew, with absolute certainty, would be open…..

Yvonne lay naked on her beautiful pink satin sheets the following morning, grinding her ass a little, loving the feel of the satin on her skin as the early morning sun streamed through her windows.

Today’s the day!

And the HEAT!

Incredible.

Even now.

So early!

Like a river of fire in her veins. A hunger that wells up, rich and textured and more real than real, the Heat so strong.

She’d never felt anything like it. GOD it was good with these DayWorld women!

Once you cracked open their little eggshell minds….drained the nectar inside, rocket fuel for your own Heat your own pleasure…..it was like she’d never been in Heat before now. Never really known it.

Thanks for showing us how, Eve. Thanks a million, hag. The technology. How their minds work.

Now get out of the way, old woman.

We’ll take it from here. And take your bullshit goddess crap with you. Go burn some incense with the other hags.

She giggled as she moved her hands slowly up her body, laughing softly, the Heat already making her a little giddy. Her wet body almost dry now, after her long bubble bath.

Let her fingers graze her nipples—how good that felt!—slide down her sides, to her thighs….

Slid her finger into her pussy…just to feel it…the tingle.

So strong! She’d timed the Cycle just right…but had never realized Heat could feel like this.

Moved her hands around her thighs, wrapped the satin sheet around her body, just to feel it….slide around in it….

She slid off the bed eventually, dizzy already, steadying herself, stretched, and languidly sauntered across her small spartan apartment. Glanced out to a beautiful, sunny morning.

Today’s the day!

Stood in front of the bookshelf next to the window, running her finger along the wood, just to feel it. Press her breasts to the cool dark wood.

Slid the light blue silk scarf off of the large black electronic Console.

Took the soft scarf across her nipples, breasts, back and forth. That felt soooo good…just to feel it.

It looked like any good home stereo in a black metal case, but she still covered it just to be smart.

Three lights green already! Excellent.

She turned up the gain on one of the black knobs. Didn’t have to, just to do it.

Glanced at the spaghetti tangle of wires behind. All On.

She’d heard the trap spring about an hour or so ago, just before her bath.

“Hey Frannie it’s me Jen good morning! I got bagels! And I got you a nice orthopedic pillow!”

“G’morning Boss Lady! Come on in!”

Yvonne chuckled, moving her finger across the Console.

Grinned intently, just thinking about it.

They would spend a few minutes talking about the irrelevant nonsense they call work.

Inevitably, their eyes would be drawn to Frannie’s television.

Would start watching that show popular with the DayWorld women, the one where other famous DayWorld women sit around and noisily share their view.

Why, they’re watching it right now!

Or arrrrre theyyy?

She laughed hard at her own joke.

She just couldn’t help but be giddy and goofy…Heat!!

Another light to green. Awesome.

Yvonne sauntered over to the message machine, just to hear it again. Moved a finger slowly across the plastic case. Hit the button, just to hear it.

“Yes,” a female voice said, then hung up.

Yes indeed!

She laughed again as she moved a hand across her breasts and walked over to the window.

Watched her neighbors scurrying off to their morning commutes. Not a cloud in the bright blue sky, the cool fresh air feeling so good, Yvonne oblivious to standing at the window naked.

She fell back and pressed her body into the thick velvet of her floor-length dark green curtains. Moaned softly and closed her eyes and absolutely LOVED the feel of the velvet against her skin. Her nipples.

Yes, indeed!

The plane would be waiting this afternoon. To take the three of them back Home. Her and her two puppets. Forever.

She let the dark green velvet caress her skin, luxuriating in it.

Glanced at the Console.

All Green but two.

She daydreamed yet again how different it will all be soon…just 48 hours from now….back Home. On the Rebel Pride, in her Hometown.

Laughed softly, could it be? The day was finally here!

Felt the sweet feel of the velvet….

She would be a hero. They would welcome her with absolute joy. She’s brought back Lydia’s Breeder!

DayWorld women! Right under Eve’s nose! Breached the Worlds! Didn’t just ignore the Way, SPIT on it!

Instantly welcomed by the highest levels of the Rebel leadership. They’d gather around her, invite her everywhere…the toast of the town!

A permanent place on the Council, privy to the highest echelons of the Royal Court.

She’d brought back Lydia’s Breeder!

She’d mastered Eve’s Matrix conditioning and brought back Lydia’s Breeder!

A huge Victory.

The end of Lydia’s line. Her lineage. No future place in the Vibe for bitch Lydia. No offspring to keep fucking things up.

The end of Lydia. No more Lydia getting in their way, finally rid of her.

Yvonne relished this with total glee, the Heat ripping through her, the giddy rich flow of joyous Heat all around her….

Maybe Lydia would just fade away slowly, she thought with a smile, all dried up and old and bitter, with her broken heart and her holy books full of bullshit goddess crap.

Or maybe with her broken heart she’ll just cut her wrists…. BO-nus! Save us all some time, sweetie, hey they only call you Rebels ‘til you win.

Yvonne chuckled, swirling to wrap her whole body in her huge curtain, oblivious to the open window.

Silly silly, floating two inches off the floor….dizzy….

But not just power, this Victory.

They’ll DRIP with envy when I walk into the Royal Heat Festival, sweet pretty naked Jennifer on my leash, savoring the thought.

Line up with their gold and their jewels and their checkbooks.

Yvonne smiled and closed her eyes. Thought of all the things she’d buy. Places she’d go.

They’ll fall all over themselves, line up around the block, no price too high to pay for a night with Lydia’s Breeder!

There’s wasn’t one among them who didn’t bear a scar from Lydia’s Dagger. Or…much worse…scarred from the claws of one of her Family Cats. When she’s with her Cats, the only Tactic is Flee…any Combat is suicide.

Some of them just didn’t run fast enough, she thought with a giggle.

Yvonne even shuddered to think what some of them in the Court will do to her, with her, once they’re alone with pretty Jennifer. Their greatest thrill was that in the Vibe Lydia would know what they were doing, too.

Just don’t damage the goods, Ladies…..

Glanced at the Console. One to go.

She went into the middle of her carpeted floor in the small one-room apartment, and started spinning.

Even more dizzy. Felt wonderful…so free, just spinning.

Trying to pirouette, like a ballet dancer.

And let’s not forget about Frannie!

Let’s not forget about Mommie Dearest!

She laughed and laughed, spinning around, hands rubbing her body in lazy rhythm, Heat all around…

You’ll pop one out every nine months for me like a machine, honey, she thought…once I smash what’s left of your little head, you didn’t need a brain anyway, what did it ever do for you?

Doing that 9-to-5 DayWorld bullshit. And then always bitching about it. They’re fluorescent prisons, those offices you work in….it’s for your own good, girlfriend, you’ll thank me someday.

Wheeeeeee, she thought, dancing, spinning around the room.

My beautiful children, Yvonne thought, my beautiful little babies.

She of course relished this too, having Bridge-Children with Frannie, part of both Worlds. Extraordinary!

Can’t wait to show my little rug rats how to make their own puppets, make the DayWorld their playground…

What’s that, girlfriend? The Daddies, you ask?

Oh I’ll pick nice boys, puppet. Not just any man can be the father of MY children!

She laughed hard at that. How dumb the DayWorld does things.

Girlfriend, here’s the thing: Where we’re going honey, the ones who make the best fathers are NOT the ones a DayWorld girl would bring home to mom and dad! You’ll find out.

And you’ll love it, won’t you?

When I’m done smashing the eggshells around your mind like a hammer, my love, you won’t even remember what clothes feel like…..you’ll LIKE it when they pass you around, as they’re prone to do…

And hey, sharing is caring! Once your first Festival rev’s up, we’ll share the hunky cute guys, girlfriend!

I LIKE the cute ones, sweetness, let’s hold hands and go say hi to our new guy friends together! The boys like that too, where I live, when we come over together….you all dolled up, your Breeder leash all shiny…

Later on you won’t be going out much when you’re all preggers.

And who knows, Mommie Dearest?

Whenever you’re not watching the children or working in the fields for the harvests after you can’t carry my beautiful babies anymore, maybe the Breeder Camp I put you in will need a good up-and-coming ADvertising ex-ECutive!

Hah!

She laughed and laughed, spinning around, dizzy, light as a feather…what a glorious day!

All Green now. Almost time.

She walked over to her dresser, pushed herself into the dark wood, just to feel it.

Opened the drawer.

Took it out.

It looks so real! She marveled at it yet again.

Looks and feels so real! Even veins!

She moved her finger up and down the big rubber cock, the straps of the dildo hanging down.

Couldn’t help but put the tip to her mouth…slide it down her chest…around her breasts…across her nipples…massaging it….

Down her tummy…and just the tip…into her pussy, just the tip.

Heat blasted through her and she had to grab on to the dresser not to fall.

So strong now…no time left.

Strapped it on, loved the feel of the straps across her ass.

Loved how it felt, hanging down.

Walked over to the full-length mirror, slipping her feet into her favorite white open-toe’ed sandals.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked up.

Awesome!

She LOVED how she looked!

Her perfect nails and hair..her pretty white shoes, licked clean courtesy of puppet a day or two ago…and of course the big strap-on, hanging down.

LOVED it!

Do it now, she thought, before the Heat overwhelms, and she went into Reach-Out.

Closed her eyes, scanned the area.

Nope. No sign of the hags or any of them. If they even knew yet. They were all so dim!

She opened her eyes and looked at herself again.

Looking at her reflection she thought, you won’t attack here. If you do know. To try and save them, like I didn’t plant Triggers if that happened. Idiots.

No. Though her Daggers was under Frannie’s bed. Be smart.

But no, Lydia. Even if you knew. Not here. Probably the plane. Her Sisters would be ready.

Because you know, Lydia.

She stared into her own icy blue eyes. Loving the little curls that her short dark blonde hair framed around her face. One hand on her hip. One moving up and down the rubber cock, forefinger moving up and down.

Loving her hair, her look. Pussy vibrating, itchy and hungry, all tingly. Heat Heat Heat….

You know, Lydia…that my Dagger won’t find your neck first.

Not yours.

Hers.

Just so I can see the look on your face……

Saw it now, in the mirror’s reflection. All Green, blinking fast.

It was time!

She flung open her apartment door, leaving it open as she wandered into the hall, oblivious to how she looked or if her neighbors were home.

Pressed her ear to Frannie’s door.

Yes, there was a commotion going on in there all right!

She wrapped her hand around the doorknob, turned slowly, giddy with anticipation.

She didn’t really know what she would find…couldn’t wait to see how their little minds played out…

Of course they weren’t really puppets. More like toys. You put in the little gears, motors, pieces…then you hit the button and you see what happens. Thanks again Eve!

Her mouth began to water and her pussy tingled more as she turned the knob quietly and slowly pushed the door open……….

Never noticed a little white kitten, all scrunched into a little furball under the radiator in the hallway, green eyes peering out.

Couldn’t have noticed him, three seconds later, if she’d come back out, he was already gone…..

“Questions, Lydia?” Eve said.

“No Eve.”

“All right then. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Lydia, naked, hung up the phone and swung on to the big bed, tucking her feet and legs underneath her into the Lotus position for Combat. Deep breaths.

One candle in front of the large window lighting the pitch-black dark hotel room in a cheap place downtown, deep in the night.

The sweet, invigorating night, she thought, watching the lights sparkle in the sleeping city below.

Always like this before Combat, drinking in every moment of the sacred night. Sunrise in just a few hours. Yvonne and her Rebel Sisters will make their move. Early. Their plane’s almost here.

She sipped her glass of milk. Opened the wooden box next to the creaky large bed. Hadd all of her Daggers, for this mission.

I know this one’s personal, Eve, Lydia thought, staring out the window.

How hard you fell for Yvonne….fun talking to you back then, all giddy and light and in love all the time. Sharing your work, your life, all excited.

Questions, Eve?

Like how Yvonne could be in the city for over a week and we don’t know? Total access to Frannie and Jen, Goddess knows what Triggers she’s planted?

How deep in your head she went to fake us out on a MindWipe? Fake an arrival back Home, pretending to embrace the Way, leave Rebellion behind, an all new Yvonne, all bullshit.

Why you granted her Mercy? We had her!

You gave her a second chance. I know why.

She betrayed you twice, Eve. Played you twice. Enjoyed it more the second time.

No questions, Eve, because I know the answer.

You were going to look her up again, weren’t you?

Find her. Try to re-invent it all again, see if she wanted you in her new Life. Gambling she would.

You lost.

Lydia finished the Combat ritual, turning all Daggers to point inward.

No lectures on Letting Go, Eve, Lydia thought. No blame-games. You taught me a long time ago to never second-guess.

Tonight we play it your way. I know it’s personal.

She picked up the largest Dagger, blade up, with both hands, and held it in front of her.

But she still didn’t want to start the ritual, just yet.

Jen.

Lots of things happen because you just love somebody, Eve. It’s no mystery.

Because you just love somebody sometimes, that’s all. You just love them. They love you. You know they do.

And you want to open them up just to show them that. Celebrate it.

Open the door of their mind. Let them be more of who they already are.

And you just want to love them….be part of their life….wild and passionate and naked and kinky and free…. and just together.

Even just sometimes.

Eve’s Matrix system sure, to open Jen up, yes…. but not to impose, not to violate the Way, only so Jen could be more of who she already is. Free, being all of who she is.

You just love them. They love you.

And you make a baby.

Or you don’t.

You Cry Tears for the Unborn instead…..

Lydia felt the tears flowing…let them flow….Tears flowing down. Lydia just let them. For days now. How can a body hold so many tears?

The unborn Bridge-Daughter, their daughter, carrying her Vibe. Jennifer about to conceive with Tom, the Cycle very clear…her baby, her Vibe…..her love. Say it.

“You’ll grow up like I did,” Lydia said softly now, out loud, as if whispering to a child, looking away from the Daggers and out the window. Tears streaming freely. Holding the Dagger tightly.

“Living in both Worlds, like me…..with me….I’d show you….” she whispered softly, voice trailing off…. “show you things…you and me….”

Tears, tears… just let them go…….

No time left.

She swiped her face and turned back to the Daggers.

Staring intently now. No time left.

She aligned her Dagger with her crown chakra, across from her forehead.

The Rebels would not be allowed a Win under any circumstances. She knew that.

Moved the Dagger up and down slowly. Heart Chakra….. Root Chakra….feeling the familiar warmth spreading slowly down her spine.

If she and Eve failed? Didn’t stop Yvonne in Ambush? Fixed their fuck up?

Well then, things would get very wet, very fast, if they blew it.

The Teams would go to work.

Eve’s Backup Teams were all about flawless execution. The Veil between the Worlds always maintained, the Way always intact.

The tears gushed, now. She was sniffling, wiping her face. Just let them. Just let them….

She brought the Dagger closer. Felt it now, starting at the top of her head. The warmth. She gazed harder at the blade.

There would be three fatal and very fiery car crashes later tonight, if she and Eve messed up. Bodies all beyond recognition, but identifiable.

If we didn’t take Yvonne with us, the Team will take her down quickly while she’s licking her wounds. They’ll take her.

We’ll be one crash. Me and Eve. Our bodies.

The flight crew,her whole team, and Yvonne in another crash. Their plane goes nowhere.

Our Team will paste pictures of that car crash all over the inside of the plane, sending the Rebels a very clear message when they come to retrieve it.

The tears just gushed now. Let it happen….

And then the other crash.

Sorry Tom, my friend, you too. Oh, poor Frannie, I’m sorry Frannie.

Can’t have any frantic husbands, Tom, going to the police looking for a missing wife. Nice and clean. Tom and Jen and Frannie, on their way to dinner.

And especially can’t have you find a missing wife who isn’t who she is anymore. Her mind gone, hopelessly twisted, comatose forever. Frannie too.

Yvonne wouldn’t leave anyone behind worth saving.

Plant Triggers. Meltdown. If I can’t have them, you can’t have them, that’s how Yvonne would think.

No suspicions. Tragic accidents, Frannie’s apartment all cleaned up by dawn. The Veil between the Worlds intact. The Way maintained.

All because you just love someone, because you just do.

She moved the large Dagger down her body with both hands…stared at the lone candle burning in front of the dark window, casting reflections. Curtains open, the city below.

She thought of Tom and Frannie and Jen.

What about the innocent ones?

In war?

She thought, what about them? The innocent ones?

Why are they always just a footnote? A mention. A body count.

Why don’t you know their names?

Like you know the names of the generals and the politicians and the soldiers with the medals?

Why don’t you write big books with their histories? Have holidays with their names?

Who did they love, what were they going to do tomorrow, before you and your fucking war came along?

No answer, Lydia thought. Never an answer.

And who are we then?

And there it was…the Doubt…she couldn’t help it….

She brought the blade to her heart and pressed hard. Breathing deeply now, brushing tears away, letting them run their course.

Victory. Or Death. No questions, Eve.

She pressed the Blade hard to her heart.

Suddenly, in a blinding flash, the Kundalini Serpent fire erupted, alighting the entire room in an instant as it rippled down from the top of her head straight down her spine, her whole body suddenly inside its spiritual Flame. White Serpent Light.

Pure energy now flowing down her spine. White. Glowing. The Dagger glowing with it, through her hands.

A thousand female voices erupted in her head, singing in joyous devotion.

“The Way of the Goddess is the Way of Compassion,” they all sang in a deafening eruption of sacred song.

Together. She began singing with them, could hear Eve’s voice, too.

The room brighter and brighter, Lydia forcing herself to look into the Light, singing with them.

“The Way of the Goddess is the Way of Mercy,” they all sang. Together. Thousands of female voices.

“The Way is the Divine Feminine flowing Life from the One,” they all sang in glorious joyous song. A thousand? Ten thousand?

Lydia singing with them.

Deafening, loud, all through her, around her, from across the Worlds…..they all sang.

Lydia got ready. Steeled her back.

“The Way of the Goddess is the Way of Justice,” they all sang, endless voices, timeless voices…..

And the Dagger erupted too….into a Light as bright as the sun itself…..

Flowing through her. Like looking directly into the sun, and Lydia stared straight into it. All awash in white blinding light.

Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone.

The room was dark again, only the candlelight. The sacred Night…..

Lydia staring at the Dagger still, in darkness now.

Her mind cleared, the tears stopping.

“We are The Warriors of the Way,” she said out loud, finishing the Combat ritual.

Arranging her Daggers now, a slight feel of electric current still on them. Good, good.

It’s who we are, the thousands of voices had said to her.

She understood, now.

That’s what they were telling her.

There’s your answer, Lydia said to herself.

It’s all we are.

It’s who we are.

The only way we can be….

The room was dark again. The light gone as quickly as it arrived, her mind quiet now.

Lydia bolted up, turned on all the lights, rinsed her face and dressed quickly, placing her Daggers in position. Boots, pockets.

“The Rebels are not your strongest enemy, Lydia,” Eve had taught her so, so long ago, when she was just a young girl.

“Fear, doubt, hesitation, those are your real enemies dear,” Eve had said.

Lydia bolted out the door now, walking quickly to the elevator.

It’s who we are. It’s all we are. It’s all we can be.

She touched the Dagger in her boot, her mind crystal-clear now, as the elevator doors started closing…..

Yvonne, tingling with anticipation, tiptoe’ed quickly and quietly into Frannie’s apartment.

Locked the door. Turned….

And was NOT disappointed!!!!!

She just shook her head, smiled wider, started giggling. Heat erupting inside. Took in the spectacle.

Oh.

My.

God.

Was all Yvonne could think…drinking it in….. as she laughed out loud and shook her head.

“Oh. My. God.”She said to herself, huge smile, shaking her head in amazement.

Does it get better?

“Mistakes are not ALLOWED!” Frannie snarled in a strong Spanish accent and SMACK came the belt down on Jennifer’s ass.

Jennifer cried out, and Yvonne felt it!

Already!

The little sting…felt it!

The Heat!

She fell back against the doorframe, her head lolling back, breathing hard.

So thick in this room…It was so so good with these DayWorld women! Once you crack their little eggshell minds….

She had to lean against the door frame to keep from falling. So dizzy! Everything out of focus except her two puppets. They didn’t notice her, standing there. Hadn’t even heard the door open….

Yvonne’s pussy absolutely burning up. Feeling the rubber cock hang down.

Jennifer, naked, kneeling in the middle of the living room, her knees on a strange looking little round pillow.

Arms straight up over her head, wrists chained and cuffed to a plant hook in the ceiling.

Her head flying back and forth, loud cries, that long thick blonde hair flying all around. That beautiful perfect tanned body shivering intensely.

Frannie, naked and wearing her black heels, standing behind her. Those gorgeous breasts dangling, nipples so stiff! Hair wet, body sweaty and wet….

Wielding her favorite green belt, the expensive one she only wears for work. The rest of their clothes thrown all over the room, the TV droning on.

“Mistakes are not ALLOWED!” Frannie said, and SMACK the belt came down and Jennifer cried out, hair flying.

Yvonne grabbed the doorframe as she too felt the sting…amazing! It shot right through her!

But not the sting….ohhh no, not just that…..

In this Heat, this electric force field, feeling both of the puppets inside of her already, inside their heads, like a thick cloud in the room connected them, to feel it like that!

No….. Not just the sting, for Jennifer, Yvonne knew.

It was how badly she wanted the next one…..That’s what was so delicious! So richly delectable….Exquisite!

It was the anticipation of the next one….soooo soooo sweet…..

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Yvonne purred, kneading her breasts, closing her eyes, leaning on the doorframe, head back and forth, back and forth…really feeling it!

In Jennifer!

It was how much she wanted the next one……the hunger…

How much the little whore WANTED it! That’s what Yvonne relished, her eyes closed, head thrown back, kneading her breasts, head leaning back, going back and forth, giggling....letting it come through her…..

Feeling it! REALLY feeling it! So so good…..

Giggling madly, staring intensely at them, then closing her eyes, squeezing her breasts, head falling back in a wild giggle, Frannie not even noticing her yet.

Jennifer…..Yvonne could feel it…how much she wanted another one…. another sting…it was absolutely consuming her!

Wanting it!

Begging for more! So, so hungry for more! Exquisite!

Yvonne bathed in it, closed her eyes and let it flow through her. Here fingers in her pussy now….. grabbing the frame with the other hand, to not fall…She immersed herself in it…..

Glorious!!

Yvonne giggled madly to herself, eyes closed. Massaging her breasts. Pouring sweat, like a hundred degrees in here, yes yes, glorious….Heat Heat Heat…

She finally opened her eyes, watched Frannie get in one more, her face twisting into a fierce grimace as Jennifer screeched a throaty scream….

Pushed off and tiptoe’ed over….bathing in it…..that sweet hunger in Lydia’s whore….immersed in it, still….

“Having fun, my pet?” she said to Frannie in a hoarse whisper, still giggling.

“Miss me?”

Frannie was startled for just a second, Yvonne took her into her arms.

They swooned into a long, juicy tongue-swirling kiss, moving their hands up and down each other’s bodies, the rubber cock folded between them.

They kissed and kissed…..rich wet soft swirling swirling…..

She turned to stand in front of Jennifer, put her forefinger under her chin, lifted her head, gave her, too, a long soft wet French kiss.

“Have you been a naughty BAD girl, darling?” she said with a soft chuckle.

“Hmmmm?”

Jennifer, still mewing, soft moans, kissed Yvonne back, passionately, intensely…but Jennifer didn’t hear her.

She was way far gone, Yvonne knew, watching her body shivering and quivering, pouring sweat, gasping for air, her head and hair flying back and forth. Her eyes half-closed, eyelids quivering very fast.

Yvonne moved her legs apart in front of Jennifer, whose eyes were fully open now, gazing up at Yvonne. Gazing at the rubber cock, then back up at Yvonne, in adoration and need. Panting hard, bathed in sweat.

Yvonne placed both hands behind Jennifer’s head. Legs a little wider apart. Eyes boring into Jennifer’s.

Quick glance at Frannie, then drilling Jennifer’s eyes…locking into them….

“Spank her.”

“Mistakes are not ALLOWED!” Frannie cried and SMACK the belt came down.

At that exact moment Yvonne drove Jennifer’s face into her pussy, the expert familiar tongue instantly responding, as the sting drove Jennifer to a new wave of insatiable hunger.

“YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” Yvonne screeched, joyously immersed in feeling ALL of it! Shooting out into orbit, in a wave of fire, Jennifer’s busy tongue and her, HER, begging, needing to please……Yvonne vaguely but clearly feeling each sweet sting on her own ass, Jennifer more and more ravenous with each delectable sting!

GLORIOUS!

Yvonne had to grab on to the couch to keep from falling as she let out another loud hoarse moan…Jennifer’s wild tongue!!!

Frannie too felt it, cried out, dropped the belt, also grabbed on to the couch. The Heat! Pure electric current moving through ALL of them!

Yvonne forced herself backward. Let go of Jennifer’s head.

“Come here,” Yvonne said, through rasping breaths, to Frannie.

Frannie walked around, pushed into Yvonne, stroking her arm. Kissing her shoulder. Caressing her back, her ass.

Helping to hold her up too, Yvonne fighting the growing instinct to fall on her back.

Heat!

“Unhook her. Bring her,” Yvonne said, forcing herself to pull away, turning and stumbling over to Frannie’s bedroom doorway, falling forward on to the frame to not fall.

Launched herself into the bedroom, grabbed the dresser to keep from falling, watching them come in, Frannie pulling Jennifer by the ear as Jennifer crawled alongside.

The Heat was here!

She had to fight it with all she had, to not go down on her back. The damn instincts, so strong.

“Put her on the bed,” Yvonne said in a hoarse rasp, gulping air, breathing hard, sweating hard.

“On her back,” Yvonne said in a low growl, both hands behind her on the dresser, holding herself up.

“Face me.”

Frannie pulled them both on, swirled around to hover her pussy over Jennifer’s face.

Yvonne glared down for a brief moment at Jennifer, as her little puppets arranged themselves.

Glared intently down at Lydia’s insatiable little whore.

“Spread… her… legs,” Yvonne said in the same low hateful growl, pushing off to get on to the foot of the large four-poster bed. Sliding on.

“Wider.”

Moved her fingers up the soles of Jennifer’s feet, up her legs….sliding up….

She reached under the bed. Felt the Daggers. Took the jug of heat-friction massage oil she’d hidden there yesterday.

Poured it all over Frannie in front of her, Jennifer below her, herself, and finished the bottle of warm oil all over the rubber cock.

Frannie’s eyes were closed, breasts hanging down, hips starting to move in lazy circles above Jennifer’s face, oil dripping off of her breasts…

Yvonne slid up….positioned herself….went into intense Total Reach-Out.

Knew she would instantly touch all of their minds across the world….but there was only one mind she wanted to touch.

“I’ve got a very special message for you, Lydia,” she said, in a low rumble of venomous throaty growling hatred…relishing not just the Heat but her moment…..

Moved up, the cock aimed, bracing her arms, up, up….one long hard thrust, yes….

“Here comes a special message, Lydia…are you listening?”

Took a deep breath, eyes closed, to savor the moment.

Frannie!

Suddenly!

ON her!

“AHHHH!” she yelled as she grabbed the edge of the bed! Damn! Frannie!!

Frannie had launched on to Yvonne so hard and so fast Yvonne had to grab the bed to keep them both from falling off…Jennifer twisting around below them.

Frannie was an animal!

Their pelvises grinding, Frannie’s legs wrapped around the cock—she wanted it! Breasts grinding, Frannie’s tongue so deep in her mouth it was going down her throat. Oily sweat. Hot hot hot….

At the same time Jennifer’s legs wrapped around Yvonne… and it pulled her down, on her back.

Like animals!!

Both of them!!!

“AN-imals!” she thought with a loud scream, erupting in joy.

GOD! It was GOOD!!!

Yvonne forgot all about sending messages because Heat was here… it was here it was here it was here!…. and she launched into the most glorious ripping Heat she had ever known.

A river of fire swept through the whole room and took them all…all of them on a surf board riding a tidal wave of burning Heat straight out to the horizon.

Glorious beyond imagining…and she just let it take her… and it was magnificent!

Every time she touched her tongue to Frannie’s pussy, she too felt the wave of pleasure…. Every time the puppets kissed she too felt the brush on her lips….a Heat wave of hot oily warm ravenous girl-flesh all around her and she rode it rode it rode it rode it…

A sudden blinding wave of immense pleasure and hunger smashed the walls in her mind, shot her out of her body…and from a million miles out she knew…

Jennifer…

On the cock.

Riding it.

Hard.

Screaming!

Above her, the cock….

And they ALL exploded!

Frannie screaming with her….all of them…together….like dancers, synchronized swimmers, all of them exploding together, riding it into one huge endless scream….

Yvonne SHATTERED!

Blasted out!

The atomic bomb went off and Yvonne shattered into a million pieces…..a million miles out, shattering like glass smashing on the floor…had felt the tickling on her legs….

It was IN her!

The cock!

Jennifer… pushing it into her…..felt the fullness between her legs, the mindbending twisting waves of sweetest pleasure…all of them, screaming together…

Explosion after explosion….from a million miles out, her hips pulsating….the cock in Frannie now, she knew…just knew….all of them, exploding….

The tidal wave went to high tide… went to low tide….farther apart…swirling oily hot flesh….bomb blast after bomb blast…slowing…

She felt them eventually collapse on to her, heaving air, gulping air, a thousand degrees in this room…all of them, falling on each other….sweating oily bodies, completely spent….heaving, gulping air, breathless, mewing quietly…….

Holding each other for a long time. The air in the room cooling.

The clung to each other, drained, and Yvonne launched into sweet sweet AfterGlow.

Taking deep breaths….I can have this anytime I want now, she thought…and she floated….

Into the sweet fugue state.

AfterGlow…. …floating…with them, with her…..

The best part of Heat, this sweet floating bliss…..this AfterGlow….the three of them on a magic carpet, floating blissfully…..all together….anytime I want, she knew…..anytime I want…..

Yvonne suddenly became aware of a disconcerting sound. What is that?

Bang bang bang.

Like metal on metal, a metal hammer pounding an anvil?

Bang bang bang….very odd.

It was a ripple moving all through her now, unsettling…she was coming back into her body too fast, back to room awareness too fast.

Heat’s not like this! Not like some drug that wears off, but that’s how it felt…

Did it? It’s still wonderful…she clinged to that sweet floating, it was eluding her….

Something is wrong….but it’s still soooo wonderful…..

Odd….really odd….but she felt very uncomfortable, all of a sudden.

Something very wrong now…she was fully waking up, coming back…..she could feel, still distant, adrenaline gushing into her body…butterflies in her stomach…

“Where’s my Dagger?” she thought suddenly. Went to just feel the Dagger, reassuring to just get it out from under the bed….never ignore these feelings, she knew…..

Where?

Can’t move!!!

Pulled harder to reach for her Dagger… the puppets!

Where were the puppets????

And suddenly realized….. I can’t move!!!

Her wrists had ankles were handcuffed to the bed!!

THAT was the sound!

Can’t MOVE!

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Yvonne screamed with all her might as she strained to move! Strained at the bonds with all her strength! The Dagger!!

Where are the puppets???

THERE they are!

But they’re different…why is it all DIFFERENT???

“NO!! NO! NO! NO!!!” Yvonne screamed with all her might now, her head banging up and down on the mattress, feeling like her face was smashing into a brick wall of absolute horror as she KNEW!

Like a light switch….instant horror….

She KNEW!

A Phantom!

Oh God NO! Goddess no Goddess no, it can’t be!

Only the most adept….It can’t even be done…..

But they HAD! A PHANTOM!!!!!

“NOOOOO! NOOOO ! NOOOOO !!!!!!!!!” Yvonne screamed with all her might, straining with all her strength, writhing in a bed sitting in a room of Horror!

HORROR!!

Body racked with sobs now too, her whole body sobbing, tears gushing, her whole being straining with all its might.

A Phantom!

Can. NOT. BE!

She would SEE it coming!!! FEEL it in the Vibe!

She strained with everything she had. Break the bedposts! Get the Dagger!!

She would have gladly ripped her hands and feet right off her body and flung her torso out the window because she knew she knew she knew….

NO ! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” she kept screaming, straining, her head banging up and down because she KNEW and yes…yes…there they were.

She forced her eyes open…there they were.

Eve and Lydia.

”Oh dear Goddess dear Goddess dear Goddess….” She muttered, crying….

Standing over her, naked, their bodies covered with sweat and oil, their hair matted down. Breathing hard. Looking at her.

“NO!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!” she screamed until she was hoarse…. and she felt herself urinating…. and she strained with all her might, twisting twisting canNOT MOVE!

A Phantom!

It had never been Frannie and Jennifer in this room.

It had always been Eve and Lydia.

She forced herself to look, their Daggers now in front of their hag faces as they stared down at her.

“Welcome Home, Rebel,” Eve said with cold finality.

“Miss me?”

Yvonne closed her eyes.

She felt the cold steel of their Daggers press against her neck.

“KILL ME!” she screamed and thrust her head forward with all her might!

“KILL ME KILL ME!!” she screamed.

Their Blades were too quick! She knew they would be.

She longed only to feel the blood gurgle up into her throat. The cold steel of their Blades slice her neck, the lifeforce drain away…..

“KILL ME! The RULE!” she screamed, “THE RULE! KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!”

Felt the prick into her chin. Another.

No.

Their answer.

No.

They will not show her Mercy.

They will not Kill her.

They will not show her Mercy again.

Not this time.

Felt them each draw just a scant drop of her blood on to their blades.

They will not show Mercy.

They will not Kill her.

Her head flailing back and forth as she kept muttering, ‘no no no…”

She stood Shamed and Defeated.

Oh dear almighty Goddess…Shamed and Defeated….

“Oh Goddess, no, Goddess, no, Goddess, no….” she kept muttering. Straining still at the bonds….useless….

Yvonne thought, “Don’t fall asleep you’ll wake up dead! Don’t fall asleep you’ll wake up dead….”

During the MindWipe, she knew….sobbing hard now, crying, head going back and forth, still muttering, “no…no..no…don’t fall asleep, you’ll wake up dead….”

They had planted the Phantom Triggers then.

The Delusion had been created from her own mind!

She had walked into her Expectations, they had trapped her with a delusion she herself had built! Perfect because she’d built it!

Debriefed the Puppets at some safehouse—how had she not known??? Took the details from their eggshell minds, to construct it….but used HER mind as the builder of her own delusion! She built the trap FOR them!!

And she NEVER SAW IT!!

It’can’t even be DONE!! An old legend!! Only the most adept….

“I HATE YOU” she screamed again!

Felt the first injection go into her arm, she knew…she knew….

They had offered her Mercy then….

The MindWipe.

When they caught her taking Jennifer, in Eve’s office. Start a new Life. Embrace the Way.

She’d spit in their faces.

She felt the drug taking effect….oh please no…. you’ll wake up dead, you’ll wake up dead….

“KILL me! Pleeeeeese…….”

A Shamed and Defeated Enemy can request Mercy Killing after Battle.

They will not accede…she knew…..

“Don’t fall asleep, you’ll wake up dead…don’t fall asleep, you’ll wake up dead….” She kept saying to herself now.

Fighting it. The adrenaline in her keeping her strong. Felt herself urinating again, the warm puddle underneath her.

Shamed and Defeated.

She can never go Home again. Has no Home.

“Noooooooo,” she said softly now, crying, pleading, head flailing back and forth…

Second injection.

The Walking Dead. A Living Ghost….Shamed and Defeated….

Cast Out.

Total Exile.

Thrown out! Exile!

Ripped from the Vibe. The TrueWorld, gone. Thrown out!!

No knowledge of it.

Forever.

No way back.

Ever!

After she wakes up dead, she thought, she could walk into the house she was born in and her own mother will say, “can I help you ma’am?”

But she wouldn’t even be there. Her Hometown looks and acts like any other DayWorld town, she won’t KNOW her own town!

The Sisters see you….but they don’t look at you. See you, look through you…don’t know you….

Third injection.

She felt sleep taking her…..can’t fight…..urinating again….can’t fight…..

A walking ghost in the DayWorld.

The Living Dead.

Exile.

She’d heard the stories of the Shamed and Defeated.

Knew the stories.

You’ll wake up in the DayWorld, with a fake life…false set of perfectly arranged memories, birth records…a fake real life, real because it’s the only one you know.

She knows what happens to the Shamed and Defeated!

They’re the street people in the DayWorld. The night people. The drug addicts…alcoholics….memories filled with bad family histories, horrible childhoods…and the birth, school, arrest, work records all nice and tidy, clear memories….orphans, foster homes, criminal records, halfway houses, running away, they’re always runaways …

Fourth injection. They weren’t taking chances.

Bitches! Her Dagger was still in this room!

Useless.

They lived in the DayWorld mental hospitals, the prisons…lived in the alleys behind the restaurants, waiting for the scraps, sleeping under newspapers….

And never knowing why!

Why it was like this. Why they were depressed, angry, violent, high, drunk, rejected, betrayed, confused all the time…....run run run…..no real friends…no connections….in quiet desperation, calling things love that aren’t love at all, just looking for connection…...life always unfair, deck always stacked against you.

Shamed and Defeated. No Home. Ever again.

When they rip you from the Vibe, there’s a gaping hole too big to fill. You just keep trying.

“I”…Yvonne said to the hags, with all her might…any strength left in her, as she faded into sleep…

“Hate….” She said, forcing it out.

“Youuuuuuuuuuu,” she said.

Not with her mouth. Couldn’t talk….in her head, told them in her head….

But she knew. Already.

They did not hear her.

“They can’t hear me!!!”

A living ghost….she drifted into sleep…all lost, she knew….all gone…..all gone……

“Sure Jen!” Lydia said into her cell phone, “if seafood is the craving of the day, great with me!”

She sat on the park bench, letting Jen rattle on about the cravings, Tom’s work in the Nursery, training Frannie to run the office for six months, yadda yadda yadda, and watched the crowds passing by.

The Zoo and Safari Park was really crowded on this bright, sunny beautiful day.

“’K, Jen!” she said. “See you at 6! YES, Jen, NON-alcoholic wine, yes Jen, a WHOLE grain loaf, oat bran, yup, right, got it….”

Hanging with Jen at 7 months pregnant was awesome, but sometimes, Lydia thought smiling, you just needed a break!

Jen and Tom were so totally in love so totally good together so totally into the baby adventure, it was like eating too much sugar over at their house sometimes, man…love ‘em both, she thought happily, but I just need a break!

Lydia flowed with the crowds, light as a feather today, feeling great, thinking, “one month. three weeks. 5 days, 6 hours, 31 minutes…”

She didn’t bother to tell Tom he should build three cribs, twin sons are on the way in two years, 7 months, 4 days, 12 hours,16 minutes…hey be surprised!

But first the Bridge-Daughter must be born!

Lydia spotted her quickly.

My goodness, Lydia thought, she’s gained at least 70 pounds!

Watched her take a trash bag out of a big blue can, replace the liner bag, and push a cart with brooms and dustpans hanging on the side.

“Excuse me,” she said, tapping her shoulder, “are you a tour guide?”

Yvonne turned and gave Lydia a hard stare. Clearly assessing if it’s a put-on or not.

Lydia took it all in.

Goodness, little silver rings on her face! Two in her lip, one nose, one eyebrow. Doesn’t that hurt?

Noted the yellow teeth. Squinty eyes the color of tomatoes, that dark blue uniform had probably fit just fine, two-sizes back….

The items on the push cart. A bag of bulk-aisle candy…can of high-caffeine soda…half a pack of menthol cigarettes. Chips.

And underneath, a newspaper. One of those tabloid ones at the checkout, full of stories about space aliens and Elvis. On top of it, a small, slim paperback called, ‘Think Yourself Thin’.

Apparently, Lydia thought, taking it all in, she got up too late to shower.

“No, ma’am. I’m Maintenance and Feeding. Tour’s down there,” she said, pointing down the street.

“Ah,” Lydia said, noting the tattoo on Yvonne’s neck. Below the puffy second chin. Just a little blue one of a cat face, on the base of her neck.

“Well then,” Lydia added, just couldn’t help it, “careful when you clean the lion cages, honey….Those big cats surrrrre can be moody!”

Much harder stare. Lydia smiled wider.

Yvonne very annoyed now, clearly deciding that Lydia’s just another asshole in the daily parade.

“Sure ma’am,” she said, turning away, “I’ll do that.”

Goodness, Lydia thought, walking breezily away, the smell of beer on her breath! And the strong smell of pot smoke on her clothes, it’s 10:00 o’clock in the damn morning!

Girl’s got to get a handle on her appetites...maybe join a support group…..

Lydia breezily flowed with the crowds, the little kids, balloons, her smile as wide as could be.

She’d already done the daily Reach-Out, sending loving gratitude to every feline creature who lives here.

Sent special thanks to their leader on this mission, a little white cat with pretty green eyes now living the good life with Frannie, who took him in when she found him in her hallway.

Feeling their instant loving gratitude in return.

The Rebels knowing any rescue is total suicide, if you could find one who even remembers their once-future-leader.

“But if you do decide to try a rescue, bring along an Atkins diet book!” she thought, laughing out loud as she walked, ignoring the occasional stare.

She zipped into the Zoo Gift Shop, grabbed the four-foot tall orange-and-brown stuffed lion in the window, and took it up. Perfect for the Nursery!

“Don’t wrap it, thanks,” she told the hunky, handsome, clean-cut young man in the dark blue polo behind the counter.

Now there’s Festival bait, she thought, feeling frisky toda. His uniform fits just fine.

No rings in HIS face…though one might come in handy….Hah!

She laughed out loud at her own joke, glancing at him, as she bought stuff.

Toothpaste, a cute kiddie toothbrush with a tiger on the handle, deodorant, breath mints, a manila envelope, and a paperback book.

The paperback was one of those popular cartoon humor books about all of the funny things you can do with a dead cat. Wow, who knew there were a thousand-and-one?

“Do you know Yvonne in Maintenance?” she asked the young man, sealing it all up in the envelope.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I mean, I know who she is.”

“Would you give this to her?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said, puzzled, polite, shrugging and taking it.

The way of the Goddess is the wayyyyy of compassion, Lydia thought happily as she blasted out the door, back into the crowd, carrying the big stuffed lion through the mob to the parking lot.

Put her big sunglasses on at the car, took the top down, and cranked up the jazz station in her two-seater Beemer convertible, arranging the lion on the passenger seat and fastening it in with the seatbelt.

She took the Carpool lane to Eve’s house, zipping along much faster than the slow-moving traffic on the right.

“You know,” Lydia said, smiling, looking over at the stuffed lion, talking into the wind, music blasting, hair flying around, “some days, you just know everything is RIGHT with the world!!”

She rocketed past a police cruiser sitting in the center island on the highway.

But she knew she wouldn’t get a ticket.

Just knew.

Sometimes, she mused, pushing hair out of her face, a woman just knows.

Sometimes, she thought, pushing the accelerator a little more, a woman just KNOWS these things!