“Lunch is ready and Béla’s back from Io to help celebrate your anniversary, Mom.” “Oh, and Dad?” the young flier continued, “The liaison of the Phoenix Project wants to talk to you about the new Star Drive that’s being built at Northern…” Filled with joy, Elaine gazed at her son, Elias, fully grown now. She had no idea why she suddenly burst into tears. ~~~~~ Jake Hedron was doing what he always did. He was searching for an answer that would reunite him with his wife, Tabatha, exiled on earth. The disk he held in his hand suddenly dissolved. He looked around. The room was blurring – objects were relocating themselves or vanishing altogether. He felt his own body beginning to dissolve. He screamed even as he remembered the goddess’ words to him. This reality was ending. His wife had succeeded in changing the past. He wondered what would happen to him. A fiery vision suddenly appeared and reached toward him. Jake flinched away. ‘No time to be shy, brother! We’ve got to get you out of here!’ The fiery demon suddenly became human – a young, naked female. “Lisa?” he asked, astonished. As his hand dissolved, his half-sister grabbed his arm and flamed. His body flamed with hers. Then they both vanished. Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was daylight. Tabatha woke up itching and scratching. The ants had found her during the night. Her whole body was inflamed with their biting. She rose and began to brush the tiny red monsters off her, then saw the thousands that were parading in a foot-wide line in toward where she slept. “K-rap on this!” she cried. She ran out of Béla’s Ruins (That’s what she’d named her new home, since Béla had once lived there and that’s where she found Béla’s Praetor) and toward the river – the stream beneath the Washington Street Bridge, roughly a mile away. She could wash the ants off there and get a fresh coating of mud to sooth her skin from their bites and protect her from the harsh sunlight. In less than fifteen minutes, she was sliding down the dried bank of the river. By now, most of the ants clinging to her had been shaken off as she jogged. Still, her skin itched terribly, even though she had been initiated into the ‘family’ in a wonderfully Sapphic lovemaking session with Béla, several months ago. ‘Hundreds of years ago, now,’ she reminded herself with a pang of regret. Wounds and injuries could regenerate quickly once she and Béla had shared their life-blood with each other. It seemed ironic that she was now exiled on Earth for inadvertently causing the death of the same blood-sister for which she felt such strong affection. It seemed even stranger that she was now living in her long-dead blood-sister’s tumbled-down house. The troubled times and events she’d unconsciously tried to escape from by time-walking into the future had overwhelmed and consumed her entire world. There never had been an escape from those problems. Tabatha realized that, now. That she should be here doing penance in solitude felt right. It was justice. She understood that, even as the justices sentenced her to exile. She only wished that she could have said goodbye to Jake. But the Praetor she’d discovered yesterday had taught her how to dream-walk. After she relearned it, she recalled having done it before in some dimly remembered previous existence. Now she could visit Jake whenever they were both asleep. She was at the stream now. It was dried up. The streambed was still muddy, so she dropped down and wallowed in it, renewing her coating of protective mud. Then she climbed out, slipping on the mud coating the bottoms of her feet. She wondered where the water had gone, then realized that it had been several days since the last rain. Maybe the stream only ran when it rained, which meant it wasn’t really a stream at all, but just some gully that filled with rainwater occasionally. She looked at the sky. Above her, it was clear, but she couldn’t see any horizons from the bottom of the riverbed. She could smell moisture, though, and it wasn’t from the drying mud caked on her body. There was a storm coming. Tabatha walked back the way she had come, across the dried riverbed in the shadow of the great, dead bridge high above her. By the time she’d climbed back up the bank, there was a roiling darkness on the western horizon – an approaching summer storm. It was growing swiftly, racing toward her. She could see the lightning inside the dark clouds and began to run, hoping she remembered the way back to Béla’s Ruins. She didn’t and was quickly lost. ‘Praetor, can you – Aaaiiiieee! My head!’ Tabatha screamed, remembering too late that she was not permitted to use telepathy. ‘I hear you, Time-walker.’ “Guide me home!” she cried, out loud. “I’m lost!” An image appeared in her head showing her where she was and where she wanted to be. Just as the first large drops began to fall, she staggered through the doorway, breathless and hot under her coating of cracked, half-dry mud. “God! How am I going to keep the rain out?” she asked herself, out loud. She felt frustrated and ineffectual. Looking around, she grabbed a towel and laid it over the Praetor, knowing somehow that it couldn’t be allowed to get wet. It was an electronic device, after all. “Okay, what now?” she asked herself again. It was starting to pour. Huge drops of icy cold rain were striking with incredible force, almost like hail. Tabatha held her hand out, her shoulders hunched against the onslaught of water pouring down on her. Several large drops splashed into her hand. She was sure she saw ice crystals in the water. ‘Time-walker,’ she heard the Praetor say in her mind. ‘Almost two hundred years ago, the goddesses of New Eden were practicing how to create force fields in an effort to protect New Eden from stray asteroids. It took a dozen minds working in coordination with each other to surround the entire moon. Then it took three minds, working in shifts, to maintain it. The force field worked, but the physical stress on the hollow moon almost caused it to buckle.’ “Wow! That must have been an incredible amount of force to stress a structure that size,” Tabatha replied, shivering in the downpour. She’d found an old rotted blanket and was holding that up against the pouring rain. It was coming apart even as she held it over her. She was really interested in the Praetor’s story – it gave her something to think about besides freezing to death in this soaking, cold rain. ‘It wasn’t the amount of force that almost tore New Eden apart. It was the goddesses’ inability to coordinate the timing of the force field across that great a distance.’ “What do you mean ‘timing’?” she asked, trying to picture what the Praetor was explaining without triggering that damned monitor in her head. “Was there some sort of gravitational problem with the orbit or something?” ‘You are wise beyond your years, child,’ the Praetor responded. ‘The force field was created by shifting the object to be shielded backward in time approximately .003 seconds, creating an impenetrable barrier of time around it. The problem was that the shell of the moon kept trying to orbit into itself. The force field had to be uncreated to save New Eden from colliding with itself and being destroyed.’ “How does that help me?” she asked, disgustedly throwing aside the handful of rotted blanket that was left in her hands. She stood sullenly as the heavy rain poured down and washed the mud off her head and shoulders. ‘You can shield one room without disrupting the earth’s orbit. The earth is too massive to be effected by that small a resistance.’ “Great! How do I do that?” she asked anxiously, her voice shaking as she started to lose control of her shivering, freezing wet body. ‘Apply your time-walking abilities to this image,’ the Praetor instructed. “Wait! I can’t!” Tabatha cried. “I have a restriction in my head about creating images that I could use for teleportation!” ‘You are not creating the image, time-walker. I am. You are supplying the energy to move it in time. I will guide you. As the supreme lawgiver, my decisions take precedence over your judgement. Your psychic monitor will not trigger.’ “Okay, if you say so,” Tabatha nervously agreed, anxious to be out of this awful rain. “It’s only one more headache if you’re wrong…” An image of the room appeared in her mind. She gently touched it, surrounded it with her mind, then let the reality of the room surround her. A bolt of lightning, attracted by the power she was generating, flooded though the room. Tabatha grabbed it with her mind and added its power to the time-shift she was creating. She heard singing, and a remote part of her mind realized that it was her own voice she heard. Her mind flooded with power, she raised her arms into the freezing, pouring rain and moved backward slightly in time, feeling the room around her move in time with her. The rain abruptly stopped. Tabatha gazed upward, her arms still raised. She could see the rain pounding against the top of the force field. She laughed in amazement as another bolt of lightning struck directly down and blinded her with its brilliance. The room shook and the lightning bristled, spread, and pounded against the force field, but it didn’t get in. The lightning struck several times in rapid succession – nature’s attempt to discharge the energy surrounding the time-warped room. Blinking the dazzle out of her eyes from the lightning’s near misses, she reached down, took the soaking wet towel off the Praetor, and tossed it aside. She stood, staring at the alien machine for a few minutes, wondering what else it could teach her. There were things she was not permitted to do, and there was something in her brain that would prevent her from attempting these things. But the Praetor had already shown her how to dream-walk and how to create a force field. She didn’t even remember that these things existed before yesterday. A flash of light near the door of the ruins distracted her from her thoughts. She looked toward it. There was something trying to get in. ‘There’s somebody there! Somebody’s alive out here!’ she realized excitedly. “Praetor! There’s someone outside! How can I let them in?” ‘There is no one there, child. You are seeing images from the past that no longer exist. It is a side effect of the force field. That happened on New Eden, also.’ “You could have told me,” she replied, her excitement deflated as fast as it had appeared. Tabatha looked at the form again. It looked familiar. “Béla? Is that you?” The form was gone. Then it was back again. It seemed to flicker and it was hard to focus on it. ‘Images from the past,’ she realized, sadly. Béla’s dead! If she were alive, I wouldn’t be here. But it seemed that she was watching me, too. I wonder if she could really see me…’ Tabatha scrounged around, looking for something to write with. She could write a message and hold it up. If the ghost responded, then perhaps she could change this terrible tragedy she’d inadvertently created. “God! I’d die for a piece of paper and a pen!” she cried. The room was suddenly brighter. And hotter. There was a fire in the room! “Praetor! There’s a fire! How do I turn off the force field to get you out?” Tabatha cried. The fire dissipated. In its stead stood a young naked female. Tabatha stood in shock, staring at the young girl. She felt her mind being invaded, like the justices in New Eden had done. ‘What the hell is that?’ Her mental invader casually dissolved the psychic monitor that had been placed in her head by the justices in New Eden. “Well, we were wondering where you disappeared to,” the girl said cheerfully, speaking out loud now that she knew who she was talking to. “Lisa?” Tabatha asked, cautiously as she recognized her husband’s half-sister. “Are you really here? Are you dream-walking, or something? How did you find me?” Lisa decided to answer he last question first. It was the easiest one. “I didn’t find you, sis,” she grinned. “You’re in Mom’s living room.” “I know,” Tabatha said, confused. “But that doesn’t answer the question. How did you get here?” “I have no idea,” Lisa confessed. “I touched some kind of force field and was sucked here. It completely incorporated me. I had to flame my entire body to maintain some semblance of my form.” “Wow! How do you do that?” Tabatha wanted to know. “I don’t know,” Lisa shrugged. “I’ve always been able to do it. The Praetor thinks it has something to do with me being a Phoenix. I have a lot of fire trapped in my mind. I can do just about anything with it. That includes being able to dissolve and recreate my whole body. I guess it’s something like teleportation – except with fire. The Praetor told me that Mom had a rough time carrying me before I was born. I kept burning her, inside. “So,” Lisa began her next question with that annoying sound that her beloved Macario always used, “where are we, anyway?” she looked around, not understanding what she was looking at. “This,” Tabatha grandly gestured with her muddy arms, “is Béla’s old house. We’re in Boston – sometime in the twenty-third or twenty-fourth century. Anyway, we’re in the future. This earth is dead. I’m the only – along with you – we’re the only living people on the entire planet.” “Wow!” Lisa said, astounded. “How did you… Yeah! How did you… Why are you here?” “I was exiled here,” Lisa told her. “I unintentionally time-walked two hundred years or so into the future. Once here, I was accused of abandoning my family and removing their only protection – my husband. The Praetor can tell you the rest. I can’t stand here and tell you what’s going to happen to all of you – it’s just too terrible! Anyway, the justices in New Eden exiled me here for… Oh, hell! Talk to the Praetor!” Tabatha burst into tears and lunged forward, hugging her dear sister-in-law and sobbing hysterically. It had been so long since she’d actually felt the touch of another living being, and she just couldn’t stand casually chatting and pretending that her new sister Lisa was simply making a social call any longer. She desperately needed physical contact. The girls hugged each other tightly. “Jeez, you’re filthy!” Lisa exclaimed softly. She closed her eyes and gently, delicately, burned all the mud off Tabatha’s body. Tabatha twitched a few times as Lisa’s rogue firepower scorched her flesh along with the mud covering it. “Much better,” Lisa murmured after she was finished. She placed her hands on her sister-in-law’s heaving ribcage as Tabatha cried her loneliness out, into her dear friend’s shoulder. “God! You’re half-starved!” Lisa exclaimed, feeling Tabatha’s rib bones right through her flesh. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up a bit, okay?” She felt Tabatha back away slightly. “I can go home?” she whimpered, and burst into tears again. Lisa smiled and nodded. Then she flamed, dissolving both their bodies into pure energy. That was necessary to get outside this strange force field. Nothing corporeal could pass through it, even by teleporting. Touching the force field again, Lisa was once again absorbed into its energy matrix, along with her passenger. This time, she wasn’t so frightened of what was happening, although she could feel Tabatha’s terror in her mind. Finding the ‘early’ end of the force field, Lisa relocated them both into Béla’s house in her own present time, and stepped out above the strange manifestation in the living room directly below. They landed in Jake and Béla’s bedroom. “We’re upstairs,” she called out to anyone listening. She led Tabatha into the bathroom and directly into the shower. “Shower on, hundred and five!” she called out. Lisa gasped as the showerheads began to swirl around, lovingly caressing her body with hot water. “Oh, God! This is wonderful!” she exclaimed, starting to cry, again. “I never thought I’d get to take another shower!” Later, Lisa and Tabatha sat on the hallway couch with Béla and Jake, waiting for a pizza delivery and listening to Lisa’s wild story. Macario was sitting on the floor, absently caressing Lisa’s foot. “So, after she was imprisoned for embezzlement, Alicia’s husband took over Tomlin Security. He found out about all of you from the Tomlin database. It also detailed your inability to handle drugs, so he sent out sniper teams armed with needle guns to each branch of the family. He captured Frank and Tanya, and you and Jake. You, Lisa, got away. But Madigan had the Tabors executed and threatened to do the same to your parents unless you surrendered yourself. Once he had you…” Tabatha had to stop, overwhelmed with the weight of all this history. She’d lived in the aftermath of what she was telling them. Taking a deep breath, she continued. “He had you all executed for treason,” Tabatha was barely able to finish her story before her face was flooded with tears, again. Everyone was silent around her. A flicker of light in the living room drew their attention. “Hey, look! It’s me!” Lisa said, pointing at an image of herself in the living room. “Wow! Talk about slow motion!” She studied her resolution from flame to living being carefully, fascinated with her own creativity. They watched while the images slowly moved and talked to each other. The pizza arrived. For some reason, the pizza deliverer knew to go around to the back door. Béla made sure of that. “You seem to be speeding up,” Macario observed of the images of Lisa and Tabatha. “Well, the force field was being maintained with energy from my mind,” Lisa explained. “When we left, I stopped creating it. So it must be losing its integrity.” “Along with the rest of that universe,” Macario mentioned smugly. “What do you mean?” Béla asked. “Well, with your advance knowledge of the future,” Mac said, extrapolating his facts into a new scenario, “the future as Tabatha knows it will never happen. It will cease to exist.” “What? Wait!” Tabatha cried out. “Jake’s in that future! What will happen to him?” Macario shrugged. “No idea. He’ll probably be uncreated along with everything else that isn’t going to happen.” “Oh, God! We’ve got to do something!” Tabatha cried. She closed her eyes and tried to jump to where Jake was. She reappeared a few seconds later, much thinner, and collapsed to the floor, too weak to even stand. “He’s not there!” she whimpered. “He’s… He’s not… anywhere!” “You can’t get there from here,” Mac explained. “That future’s already been changed.” “How can we get there?” Jake’s father, Jake, cried. Lisa saw the solution in Macario’s mind at the same instant it occurred to him. She looked up at the fiery images in the living room. They were beginning to dissolve. “That way!” she exclaimed urgently, rising at the same time and racing toward the living room. Her body flamed as she slammed into and became one with the dying force field, dissipating in a brilliant flash of colors like she did the first time. Then the living room returned its normal four solid walls and a ceiling. ‘An anomaly in time of eighteen hours, forty-three minutes and twelve seconds has occurred in the last instant,’ the Praetor in the living room mentally announced to anyone who could receive it. “No shit, Sherlock,” Tabatha murmured. Everyone laughed except Tabatha. She was too worried about Jake. Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jake Hedron returned to Tomlin Security just in time to prevent its collapse and takeover by his mother and stepfather. After that, he was able, with the help of his true sister Jackie (who wasn’t in the database with the rest of his family members) to offset the securities used by his mother in the underground city venture. So Walter Madigan never found out about his wife’s misuse of his corporation, Solaris Construction and her misuse of his funds. Walter’s experimental cancer treatment worked; at least to some degree. By injecting minute and diluted amounts of Béla’s blood into the normal cells existing alongside the main community of cancer cells, those cells became resistant to the spread of his cancer. It wasn’t cured, but it was stopped. With the knowledge of what he would have done to all of them if he’d had the opportunity, more help than that wasn’t offered. Even his wife, Alicia, agreed; her husband would not be permitted to become a long-lifer like the rest of her family. Jake and Béla decided to travel, now that Lisa was fully-grown (She was six, pardon me, almost seven, at the time of that decision) and left the Boston area, promising to check back every once in a while. They also promised to let everyone know when the ship from New Eden would be arriving to take them all away. Lisa and her new life-mate, Macario, moved in with Frank and Tanya. The four of them ‘un-retired’ Frank’s bounty hunter business. Frank and Tanya never really were private investigators. Mostly they tracked down people who made it their life’s work to hurt other people. So that’s what they decided to continue doing. Macario thought that was a great idea – much more fun chasing real villains than going through life being at the beck and call of every client who wants their wife stalked. The manner in which they caught evildoers was classic ‘Tootsie’ style – go to parties, mix it up with the locals, and rescue whoever’s in trouble from the bad guy(s). The girls, Tanya and Lisa, along with Tabatha, were also dually employed as Tomlin’s elite advance team. So when they weren’t out ‘partying’ with Frank and Macario searching out human parasites, they worked with other Tomlin agents in the field. When the girls were working at Tomlin, Frank and Macario generally did research to determine where their powerful little group of vigilantes would descend next. Because of the deteriorating condition of civilization in the twenty-second century due to recreational drugs and altered educational practices, they never had to look very far. “Here’s one,” Frank said, scanning data on his console. Mac walked around and peered over Frank’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’s good,” he agreed. There had been several murders in Portland, Maine that had the earmarks of a serial killer specializing in women – Frank’s favorite type of person to rescue. The city was close enough so they wouldn’t have to spend much travel time, and, in addition, Portland had great restaurants and an exciting nightlife. Frank made reservations at the Portland Hyatt-Ramada for two weeks with the option of extending the time indefinitely. “As soon as the girls get back,” Frank said, having done everything he was supposed to do, “we’re good to go.” According to his grandson, Jake Hedron at Tomlin, the girls should be back in two more days. He settled down for a short nap, knowing that Mac would soon wake him to play strategy games on the remote console when he got bored with whatever he was doing now. As far as the girls were concerned, they had no idea if they would ever see daylight, again. They were all unconscious and chained up in an underground dungeon. Tabatha woke up first. She wasn’t the strongest of the trio, but she had spent the last few months in an extremely harsh environment and was used to uncomfortable conditions, but being chained to a wall in a dungeon like she was now was not one of them. She looked around, somewhat surprised, wondering what she should do. Manacles wouldn’t hold her; she could simply teleport out of those. She seemed to be alone. ‘Lisa? Tanya? Can you guys hear me?’ Tabatha thought into the air around her. She closed her eyes and concentrated. As far as she could tell, there was no electronic surveillance happening, so she should be able to move around as she saw fit. Tabatha teleported into the passageway outside her cell. A blinding bolt of electricity shot through the corridor from one end to the other. Tabatha’s smoking body fell slowly to the ground. ‘Oh, fuck! Now what?’ she thought, as she floated in the air above her charred corpse. ‘Why am I always getting fried?’ ‘You seem to attract those types of situations,’ a voice said in her (head?). ‘Who are…? Oh! It’s you!’ Tabatha thought at the vague shadow that had suddenly appeared. ‘What are you – following me or something?’ ‘You are an interesting case to us,’ the Hurrah said in her mind. ‘Please forgive me if we seem to intrude. Since you’ve fried this body we provided for you, are you going to require a new one, now?’ ‘No, I like this one,’ Tabatha replied, looking down at it thoughtfully. ‘If I can get its heart beating again, it’ll be fine.’ ‘Maybe okay for dinner,’ the Hurrah said sarcastically. ‘It looks well done!’ ‘What? Do you eat us?’ Tabatha cried out, shocked. She tried to read the Hurrah’s mind. It easily shut her out. ‘Don’t be silly!’ it replied. ‘We don’t eat meat! Ugh!’ ‘What do you eat?’ Tabatha asked, suspicious, but interested in this species of entities that seemed so interested in her. ‘Your species emits emotions,’ the Hurrah replied. ‘You are very pleasant to be around when you experience great emotions.’ ‘You feed on our fears?’ Tabatha asked. That didn’t sound very appealing to her. There was something seriously scary about the idea of a species that fed on the many great fears of mankind. ‘Your emotions give us energy,’ the Hurrah explained. ‘It doesn’t matter which emotions. The emotions you emit as you die are the most intense. The second most desired are your sexual emissions when you have orgasms.’ Tabatha thought about that for a moment, then remembered her cooling, cooked body lying on the floor. ‘I’ve got to find some electricity and wake this sucker up before it goes brain-dead!’ Tabatha realized. She relocated at the end of the hallway and put her attention on the emitter that had detected her earlier movement and fried her. ‘If you put something in front of it, it should fire again,’ the Hurrah said, trying to be helpful. ‘Good idea!’ Tabatha thought back at it. She looked into some of the nearby cells. Tanya was in one, just now waking up. ‘Hey, naked lady,’ Tabatha thought cheerfully at her. ‘Don’t go into the passage – you’ll get fried.’ “…love fries,” Tanya groggily thought back at her. Tabatha realized Tanya was drugged. She probably couldn’t teleport right now, anyway. There was a cot in the cell. Tabatha teleported it into the hallway. It exploded into fragments as electricity flooded the passage again. ‘Holy shit! I felt that!’ Tabatha thought to herself, groggily dream-walking out of her new location in the ceiling where the high-voltage electricity had plastered her. She went back and checked her body. There were new burns from the second bolt, but at least her heart was beating now. She teleported into Tanya’s cell. As her body began to materialize on the floor, Tabatha was suddenly pulled back into it. ‘Hey! Wait!’ she cried out in her mind. ‘Sorry, this is necessary,’ the Hurrah said gently into her mind. ‘But you’ll remember when we meet again.’ ‘Remember what?’ Tabatha cried out in her mind as her body's screaming nerves overwhelmed her senses. Then she was unconscious. Tanya looked down at the naked, smoking girl lying on the floor. ‘Baby, is that you?’ she thought as her mind slowly coerced into consciousness. ‘Please be alive – I don’t want to lose you twice…’ There was no response, but Tanya could feel that her daughter/granddaughter-in-law was alive. She looked up at one arm as she hung on the wall. She focused closely on the iron band around her wrist. ‘It’s a manacle,’ she finally realized as her mind started to function again. ‘What’s it doing there?’ She studied it for another minute, then concentrated on removing the pin that held it together. When it released, she swung wildly around on her still-manacled other arm, slamming into the wall as her left wrist was released. “Gnuugh!” she grunted as she hit the wall. “Fuck… Hurts…” Stunned and dizzy, she looked up at the other manacle. It began to peel back the skin on her hand as she hung from it. She released it from her right wrist and fell onto Tabatha’s unconscious body, forcing all the air out of her lungs and waking her. “Oh… K-rap…” Tabatha groaned. “I’m gonna barf…” She made the sounds, but nothing came out. “Oh… Holy fuck!” Tanya moaned. “Well, at least… you broke my fall… Thank you, baby…” “You… broke my back,” Tabatha muttered back. “And… no ‘thank’ to you, Mom. Now get off me!” “Katie?” Tanya asked cautiously. She crawled up beside Tabatha and stared at her face. “Katherine?” “What?” Tabatha asked, looking confused. “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” “Oh my God!” Tanya cried out. “You’re back!” She embraced Tabatha and squeezed her tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Ow! Hey! Ease off!” Tabatha squirmed in Tanya’s embrace. As she woke up more, her memories of her current life flooded back into her mind. “Oh, fuck! I messed up royal!” Tabatha said, remembering everything – her alien lover Beth – Albuquerque – being lost in time – her husband, Simon – her next husband, Gyorgy – finding the immortal Child of the Night – burning to death in that wagon – waking up in a hospital with an uncle telling her that her parents were dead and that I’ll take care of you now, Tabatha… “It’s all right, baby!” Tanya crooned, rocking Tabatha back and forth and crying. “Everything’s all right, now!” Sniffing back her tears, she gazed into Tabatha’s dark blue eyes. “It is you in there, isn’t it, baby?” Tabatha was crying, too. She nodded, not trusting her voice. But there was something she needed to say… “I’m sorry, Mom,” Tabatha said, her voice breaking. “I really messed up.” Her voice was sounding firmer, now. “I got myself killed protecting…” she frowned, trying to remember. Marie? It was starting to fade, again. “Béla…” “I died, I think,” she said softly. The harder she tried to remember the faster her memories of her life as Katie faded. “It’s all right,” Tanya crooned softly, rocking her again. “We’re together now…” Both girls jumped as the dank passageway behind Tanya filled with electricity again. “Lisa!” Tanya cried out, alarmed. She stood up quickly and stared out into the passageway. The electricity was still flowing – being sucked into a fiery vortex that radiated intense heat, light and an incredible orgasmic flow. Then the passageway was completely dark except for the fiery form somehow still standing at the far end. Even the lights in each of the cells were dark. The intense fire faded and a body formed out of the dying flames. “God… Do me again,” Tanya heard echo up the passageway. Daring to touch the metal bars, now, she looked down the hallway. The lights were coming back on. “Lisa?” Tanya called out. “Be careful of the passageway, Sweetie. It’s booby-trapped.” “Uungh?” Lisa replied, barely conscious. Lisa was leaning against one of the cell doors. She pushed against the bars, pushing herself upright. “I want one of those in my bedroom…” Lisa muttered as she staggered up the passage toward them. The distant whine of a generator powering up alerted Tanya. “Watch out! It’s firing a…” Tanya was suddenly glued against the bars of her cell, her body was shaking violently as electricity flooded through the bars she was holding. Her hands, breasts and belly were burning. Then it stopped. Tanya staggered back a step, suddenly released from the bars. “Nyah! Ya missed me, doc!” Tanya jumped as the words struck her ears from behind her. She swirled around. “Lisa!” she cried joyfully. Then she looked more carefully. “Where’d you get a carrot?” Lisa tossed the carrot into the air and snapped her fingers. The carrot vanished into flames. “I made it,” she grinned. “Who’s the Barbie-Q?” She indicated the half-cooked girl sitting up on the floor. “It’s me,” Tabatha sighed weakly. She started to get up. “It’s Katie,” whispered Tanya. “She remembers!” “Katie, Katie, Tanya’s lady,” Lisa crooned, stooping down and gazing into Tabatha’s dark blue eyes. "Are you in there, little bear?” She drew circles in the air in front of Tabatha’s face, then tapped her on the nose. “Zap! You’re back!” Lisa grinned into Tabatha’s face. “Lick your mother’s crack!” Lisa fell and rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. “Lisa!” Tanya exclaimed. “Stop acting like a six-year-old!” Lisa stopped and blinked, confused. “I am a six-year old…” “I think the electricity fried your brain, too,” Tanya replied sternly, taking charge like a proper mother. “Just lay there and don’t move until you’re normal, again.” “It’s the drugs,” Tabatha said, quietly. “They probably drugged her to see if she could be neutralized like Beth was.” “Drugs?” Lisa exclaimed, jumping up and backing against the wall. “I have drugs in me?” She flamed brightly for a moment, scorching the others with her intense heat, then returned to her human form. “Not anymore, I don’t!” “Neat!” Tabatha and Tanya both exclaimed. “Now, what about us?” Tabatha asked. “What about you, Tan… Mom?” “You look like Tabatha, and you have her memories,” Lisa said, now sober, or sane, whichever. “So you should probably call her Tanya, Hon.” “I agree,” Tanya said, smiling at her reborn daughter. “I know it’s you, sweetie, but you should probably call me Tanya, now. Your eyes are Katie’s, but your accent isn’t.” She laughed, trying to get that strange otherworldly feeling to go away. “I can’t concentrate,” Tanya said, finally. “I even forgot the question you asked.” “Sounds like drugs to me,” Tabatha said candidly. “What about you?” Lisa asked. “Why do you think you’re drugged?” “I was hit square by that lightning out there,” Tabatha said. “I had this wild hallucination – a real OOBI, if you know what I mean. I was dead! Cooked meat dead!” “That would explain why your memories came back,” explained Lisa. “The electric shock must have broken down some mental barriers or something.” “Why would I have barriers?” Tabatha wanted to know. Lisa shrugged. “Why are you asking me?” she asked, getting annoyed and not knowing why. “Death is painful – probably something you’d want to forget! I don’t know, okay?” “Okay, girls,” Tanya said, interrupting their not-very-philosophic discussion. “Let’s concentrate on how we’re going to get out of here.” “That’s easy! See you topside!” Lisa exclaimed, then she vanished. “Can you teleport, Mom… Tanya?” Tabatha asked. “When we’re alone you can call me Mom,” Tanya replied. “I’d even like that, darling. But, no. I don’t trust myself to teleport the way I feel right now.” “All right if I do it for you?” Tabatha asked, standing up and putting her arms around the only mother she remembered. They smiled at each other. “Sure, sweetie,” Tanya said. “I’d trust you with my life.” She kissed Tabatha/Katie’s cheek. The bright daylight blinded Tanya’s eyes. She could feel in Tabatha’s mind the same confusion she felt. The sound of traffic and a sudden blare of horns surrounded them. “Hey-Hey-Baby!” someone said, from very close! “Hawt damn! Nekked wemen!” someone else said. “Get yer naked asses out of the street!” someone yelled and honked at them. Catcalls, wolf-whistles and angry yells surrounded them. Both girls blinked as their eyes focused. “Holy fuck!” Tanya exclaimed, recognizing the new city hall. “We’re in fucking New York!” Terrified, the two girls locked their eyes on each other. “Your house?” Tabatha asked, sounding uncertain and frightened. Tanya nodded frantically. The naked girls vanished from the middle of Broadway Street. They landed on Tanya’s bed. Now neither of them could see because it was too dark. “Took you long enough,” a familiar female voice said from right next to them. “Lights, please.” The room became brighter. Lisa was sitting straddling Frank and humping him enthusiastically. Macario was just coming into the room. “I thought I heard somebody,” Mac said, grinning at the girls. “Am I missing something?” He jumped onto the bed with Frank and the naked girls. “Welcome home, babe,” he said to Lisa, kissing her. Then, noticing her position on top of Frank, he laughed. “I see you made your own welcome mat!” Mac looked at the two remaining girls sitting up on the bed and grinned happily. “Which one do I get?” “Me!” Tanya quickly volunteered before Tabatha could react. She put her arms around Lisa’s life-mate and kissed him full on the lips. She’d wanted to get into Mac’s britches ever since Lisa introduced them. He was one hot-looking Latin! “Hey!” Lisa cried, smacking Macario’s arm. “You’re fucking Frank,” Mac replied, breaking Tanya’s wet, sloppy kiss and grinning down at his life-mate. “Yeah, but we’re just pretending!” Lisa exclaimed, backing off so that everyone could see Frank’s flaccid dick lying on his belly. “I just wanted to see what you guys would do!” “It does look like he’s not quite ready,” Tanya observed, licking her lips and gazing at her husband’s half-hard cock. “I can fix that!” Tabatha volunteered. She shoved her way across the bed and sucked Frank’s dick into her mouth. “Take it easy, woman!” Frank complained, reaching down and grabbing Tabatha’s hair to pull her up. “That’s not a candy bar! Watch those teeth!” Tabatha strained against Frank’s grip in her hair as he raised her face off his dick. “Auk! My hair!” she cried. “Lemme go, you Perv! I’m not your daughter anymore! Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this!” Shocked, Frank let go of her hair. Tabatha’s face smacked down against his pelvis, Frank’s cock burying itself in her mouth and striking her throat. Tabatha began fucking her face with her (not hers any longer) father’s cock. It quickly grew so that it would no longer fit into her mouth. After another moment, she stopped. “That should do it!” she exclaimed, grinning wickedly up at Lisa, sitting there straddling Frank’s legs and watching her suck. “Jump on!” Tabatha rolled out of the way, accidentally kicking Tanya’s rump as Tanya crawled up Macario’s fabulously sexy body. Lisa moved forward, looking Mac right in the eye, making mental contact with him, and sank down onto Frank’s hard shaft. Macario grinned at her as he received the image and sensations that Lisa was sending, letting him know how wonderful Frank’s cock felt buried in her pussy. Macario created two images and sent them to her – one of Lisa going nuts on Macario’s big cock in her ass, and the more mundane one she’d just sent him, trying to make him jealous. They were still mind-linked together as Tanya slid her rump up over his hardening dick and prepared to drop down and skewer herself on him. Suddenly, Tanya lost her balance and fell forward, her hungry, wet pussy sliding against Mac’s belly. Tanya sat up, feeling something warm and hairy moving up and down against her back and rump. “What the hell?” she asked, looking around. Macario was moaning in pleasure. Tanya was suddenly mind-linked with him and, surprisingly, with Lisa, as well. Someone was sucking Macario’s cock. It had to be Tabatha. “Get off him, you little minx!” Tanya yelled, shoving backward with her rump. Then Mac’s wet, hard cock was between her legs again. With a practiced shift of her hips, she caught the head of his cock against her pussy lips and shoved down, skewering her pussy with his wonderful, hard cock. Wonderful! Hard! Huge! Stretching me! Oh, God! Tanya added her own sensations into the mix of images and sensations that were flooding the room. “Yeah, he’s a nice ride,” Lisa said, grinning and humping pleasantly away right next to her. They grinned at each other as the fucked each other’s lifemates, then twisted toward each other and kissed, flicking their tongues into each other’s mouths as they caught images from the men beneath them of what they lusted to see. Determined not to be a fifth wheel, Tabatha looked around at the fucking menage of people on the bed wondering where she could fit in. Rising and stepping over Macario, she sat down on his face and began sucking on Tanya’s right breast. ‘Do you think that’s really proper for a daughter to do that to her mother?’ Tanya laughed into Tabatha’s head. ‘What do you think is proper, ‘Dear Mother’? I just sucked my dad’s cock!’ Tabatha excitedly thought back. Then Macario’s tongue found her clitoris and all thought fled from her ecstatic head. She arched her back, grunting and hanging onto Tanya to keep from falling as she beat everybody else in the room to their first orgasm. She shuddered and held herself up from Mac’s face so he could breathe while she recovered. Then she stood up, a little shakier in her legs than before and stepped over Frank’s face. Frank grinned up at the delightful sight of Tabatha’s soaking wet pussy dropping down on his face. “Suck me, Daddy!” Tabatha exclaimed happily and landed heavily on his face. Frank, unable to respond verbally, bit her cunt lips instead. “Ow!” Tabatha cried out, rising up for a second. Then she lowered back down as she felt his tongue against her delicate, tender, sopping wet pussy lips. “Ooh! That’s good!” Tabatha leaned forward to reach Lisa’s pretty breasts, and cupped them in her hands while Lisa was kissing Tanya. Playing with her nipples, Tabatha made them stand out even more on Lisa’s pert breasts. She leaned forward, pulling Lisa toward her so she could suck one into her mouth. Tanya and Lisa’s erotic kiss came apart as Lisa turned toward her new distraction and leaned her left breast into Tabatha’s hungry mouth. Tanya leaned forward, still skewered on Mac’s wonderful shaft and sucked Lisa’s other breast into her mouth. Now that Tabatha was leaning forward more on her knees, Frank was able to put his hands up and grab her hips, raising them enough so that he could reach her hard little clit with his tongue. He sucked her entire hooded girl flesh into his mouth and flicked her clit with his tongue while he chewed gently on the tender flesh his lips and teeth surrounded. Tabatha came again, coating his nose with her juices as Frank bit harder into her soft girl-flesh. Then she rolled off of him, kicking over a lamp and landing on the floor, gasping for breath. The other two girls resumed their hot and heavy kissing and began playing with each other’s breasts, now. Tabatha crawled up the bed enough so that she could stand on her wobbly legs and walked around to where she’d started a few minutes ago. She grinned, unable to keep from laughing as her cunt buzzed its satisfaction at her. “Tabatha, two,” she crooned to the lovers on the bed. “Everybody else – Big Fat Zero!” She sat down, half-falling onto the foot of the bed and watched her favorite people fuck each other into a frenzy. Tanya broke her kiss with Lisa and began humping harder against Macario’s huge cock. She began gasping heavily with each downward, body-skewering thrust. “Tabatha, two!” Tanya gasped, humping even faster. “Tanya… one!” She shuddered, squeezing her cunt muscles against Macario’s beautiful cock inside her.Then she arched her back, almost losing her balance. Tabatha watched Tanya’s magnificent stomach muscles flutter and clench. “Two!” Tanya gasped. Sweating, she leaned forward and stared into Mac’s fascinating dark eyes. Reaching down, she moved his hands from her hips where he’d been helping her balance and put them on her bouncing breasts. “Go for the tie-breaker, Baby!” she cried out to him. “Come in me! Now!” Tanya squeezed her pelvic muscles, almost crushing Mac’s huge cock inside her. She felt him twitch, then his cock was jerking. Her cunt was suddenly flooded with his cum. She levered herself up once more, feeling that wonderful slipperiness of his cock bathed in cum and sliding like silk against her insides. She came again as she dropped back down on him. “Three!” Tanya gasped, then fell forward onto Mac’s chest. “I win!” She lay gasping on Macario’s chest, feeling his cum leaking out of her. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. “You, Sir, are magnificent!” she whispered breathlessly. “You can do me anytime!” She kissed his chin, which was all she could reach, then climbed off him, clipping Tabatha in the head with her heel. “Oops! Sorry!” Tanya exclaimed. They both fell off the bed. Lisa grinned down at Frank. “It’s up to us, honey… Oh, fuck!” Frank was so aroused watching his wife’s fabulous performance that he was unable to stop himself. He spurted into Lisa’s hot, hungry, unfulfilled pussy again and again. Lisa angrily ground her clitoris against his hairy pelvis, managing one small, pathetic orgasm before Frank went completely limp inside her. “Aw, Poor Lisa!” Tanya crooned, getting up from the floor. Tabatha echoed her. “Poor Lisa – We’re just gonna hav’ta take care of that, aren’t we…” Tanya pulled Lisa over and across both the men, then kicked Frank and Mac off the bed. She began working on Lisa’s pert breasts while Tabatha sucked Frank’s cum out of Lisa’s pussy. ‘Yum, yum! Daddy’s cum!’ Tabatha thought gleefully into Tanya’s head. She grinned into Lisa’s cunt and licked harder as she felt Tanya’s ire. “Wow! What a sight!” Mac said, fascinated with the vision of the three girls on the bed. “Think they want any help?” “Tanya always wants help,” Frank said. He walked around behind his wife and shoved his nose into her ass crack, stretching his tongue to reach her cum-filled pussy. Macario knelt down behind Tabatha and began licking her pussy, following Frank’s lead. Soon, both girls were being fucked (in Tanya’s case – fucked again) as they played Lisa’s body with their tongues and teeth. The room was filled with squeals and moans of sexual abandon. Tanya stopped licking and sucking Lisa’s breasts for a moment to turn back at Frank. “Fuck me in my ass!” she grinned at him, then went back to joining Tabatha in driving Lisa crazy. Tabatha was having trouble concentrating on Lisa’s clit. Macario was ramming that wonderful huge cock of his up inside her tight pussy, stretching it more that it had ever been stretched before. She needed him to cum inside her so she could concentrate on Lisa. She continued to lick Lisa’s pussy lips, slowly realizing that Mac was there for the ‘long haul’. His cock was buzzing and hard. It would stay buzzing and hard for at least another half-hour, and Tabatha’s cunt lips were already getting sore. “I can’t do this!” she gasped, moving her mouth from Lisa’s sopping, wet cunt. “Take over, okay?” “Sure!” Tanya agreed, happily diving down into Lisa’s sweet smelling, soaked pussy. Lisa moaned and shoved her pelvis up so that she was more available to Tanya’s expert tongue. In the meantime, Tabatha turned around so that Mac was fucking her from the front. She watched this magnificent fucking machine as he drove his huge cock into her over and over and over again. She was starting to come, finally. It took watching his magnificent, sweating body working, pounding, fucking her deeper than she’d ever been fucked before to take her over the edge. Tabatha arched her back, her pussy quivering against Mac’s hard cock buried halfway up into her belly. She cried out as she came, her sore, wet pussy clenching his cock almost painfully as she had orgasm after orgasm. Then she felt him come, spraying the insides of her sore cunt with his salty cum. She had been crying as she orgasmed. Now she was crying because of the incredible burning inside her. Macario, realizing what was happening, pulled out, causing her to cry out in pain again. He dropped down on his knees, and began licking and sucking on her clitoris. If she could come again, her own juices would dilute his salty cum and ease her fiery pain. Just coming again would help ease her burning sensation. In less than a minute, Macario had her coming again. He sucked on her clit until she came two more times. Then he stood up, gazing affectionately down at the brave young girl he’d totally wiped out with his cock and his mouth. She lay helpless and whimpering on the bed. He couldn’t tell if she was happy or hurt. He hoped she was happy. He’d done his best, after all. He started to turn away. “Mac…” he heard her whisper. He turned back to look at her. Tabatha’s eyes glistened from her tear-streaked face as she gazed up at him. “Thank you… That was wonderful,” she whispered to him. He smiled and blew her a kiss, then turned away to find his clothes. As he dressed, he watched Lisa and Tanya on the bed. While Mac had been distracted with Tabatha, Frank had come in Tanya’s ass and was now getting dressed. Lisa was beginning to moan audibly with each exhalation of her breath and shoving her pussy harder up into Tanya’s face. Her body looked magnificent as her stomach tightened with each upward thrust she made. Macario grinned as he pulled on his shirt, knowing well the sound she was making. She was right in the middle of one long, continuous orgasm. “Lisa wins,” he said cheerfully, then left with Frank to go down to the kitchen and find food. ~~~~~ Later that night, Lisa, Tabatha and Tanya sat at the long table in the conference room. At the head of the table was Tabatha’s husband, Jake Hedron, Chairman of the board of Tomlin Security. “Your performance in last night’s exercise was completely slack,” he growled unhappily at them. “You each allowed yourself to be tranquilized and captured. Only Tanya was supposed to be the bait. You two were supposed to back her up. “Instead, it appears that both of you managed to get electrocuted and Tanya evidently managed to save both your asses by somehow throwing that cot out of her cell and reviving Tabatha,” he exclaimed, frowning. “That was me,” Tabatha admitted. She grinned, sheepishly. “It couldn’t have been! The monitors registered that you were dead at the time!” Jake exclaimed, confused that a dead agent still had power to teleport things. Tabatha shrugged, “It was still me. I needed to wake up… and that was the only way I knew how.” “You were conscious of the fact that you were dead?” Jake asked, his eyebrows raised. Tabatha shrugged and nodded. “Humph!” Jake harrumphed. “You scared the hell out of me when I saw that video! You know that, don’t you?” Tabatha nodded, and grinned. ‘He loves me!’ she thought excitedly to the other girls. “And what were you thinking – teleporting outside of New York City Hall, for gods sake?” “Um, ’scuse me,” Lisa spoke up, timidly. “Ah, that was my fault. I played a little trick on them by altering the pathways inside the teleportation zone. They couldn’t go anywhere else from where they were until they landed in New York.” “You can do that?” Jake asked, incredulously. The other two girls started in on her, too. “That was cruel!” “We could’ve been run over!” “You put us right in the middle of the street!” “And we were naked!” “In front of all those people!” “All right!” Jake yelled over their argumentative voices. “We fixed it, okay? We released a report of an unauthorized test of some new Tri-d equipment.” “All in all, girls,” Jake concluded, changing his mind. “I’m glad you agreed to participate in this series of tests. I’ve learned a lot about what each of you is capable of. This is valuable information that can be used in assigning future projects. Thanks.” He stepped down from the head of the table. Tanya and Lisa kissed him goodbye and vanished. “So, what did you girls do after you managed to escape my little torture chamber?” the Chairman, now just husband Jake, asked. “Oh, we all went to Frank and Tanya’s and fucked Frank and Lisa’s new boyfriend until they couldn’t walk anymore,” Tabatha grinned up at him. “Oh, really,” Jake said, raising his eyebrows. “So your sexual needs are all taken care of for a few days, hmmm?” “Are you kidding?” Tabatha cooed at him. “They didn’t even warm me up! And Tanya and Lisa hogged all the action! Besides, I need you to make me feel really happy…” She kissed him. She mind-linked with him to let him feel the chills that run up and down her spine whenever they kiss. Then they made love right there on the conference table. 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Timewalker pt 3a (long) 