It was late when Evanescent finally returned to her room. She was not too surprised to find two women waiting for her arrival - her two lovers, Xexxia and Kelligrene.
“Oh, Goddess! What do you two want?” Evanescent complained, but she could not keep the smile from her face. “It’s late and I haven’t eaten since lunch! I’m tired!”
“Oh, good!” Xexxia said as she stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed Evanescent’s cheek. “I made some food for you in the kitchen.”
“For me?” Evanescent said smiling even more broadly.
“Yes. We have a favor to ask of you?” Kelligrene said as she placed a kiss on Evanescent’s other cheek, lightly sliding her hand over Evanescent’s stomach.
“I knew the two of you were up to something!” Evanescent said and she in turn kissed each of her lovers on the lips.
“I want Xexxia to come over to spend the night,” Kelligrene said.
“Well, that sounds like something that you should be able to work out with your cell mates, isn’t it?” Evanescent said.
“You know what we mean!” Xexxia whined.
“Yes, and we’ll make it worth your while,” Kelligrene added. She brushed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and let the material fall down exposing her breast and her dark-green nipple. Indeed, Kelligrene was green all over - her hair, her skin, her lips and eyes. She had been permanently transformed by a magician of some skill when she had become a woman shortly before she was sold into sexual slavery at the castle. Her father’s investment had paid off quite well as Kelligrene was sold for an exorbitant price, and now was highly sought after due to her exotic coloring.
“OK, OK,” Evanescent said. “But only because I like the two of you. Do you remember your affirmations?”
The two women nodded, smiling. Xexxia kissed Evanescent’s cheek again.
“Well, then go get naked and lie in the bed. I’ll be in there in a moment!”
When Evanescent arrived in the room, Xexxia and Kelligrene were lying naked next to one another, their eyes closed, and quietly whispering affirmation phrases over and over again. Evanescent had a bottle of black power into which she dipped her finger and gently spread the fine particles across the upper lip of each woman. She, too, began whispering the spell that was required as she pulled Xexxia’s left arm down alongside her hip.
She paused her chants for a moment. “Remember to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, girls.”
She pulled Kelligrene’s right arm down along her hip as well. She could tell that they were already slipping into an altered state of consciousness.
Evanescent grabbed a small machine with an attached hand-powered generator from her shelf. She set the machine between the two women and pulled out cables terminating in clips which easily slipped over the index finger each woman. The women’s whispered chants slowly ground to a halt as their faces became soft and relaxed as though asleep.
Evanescent donned a pair of enchanted glasses which allowed her to see life energy flowing around the women. The various colored lights seemed to swirl and twist around their physical bodies, coalescing in certain centers within their flesh. Evanescent chose a particular orb of light low in Xexxia’s abdomen which she seemed to grab with her fingers and pool into her palm. She lifted the orb of energy from Xexxia and placed it in a similar location on Kelligrene’s body where she manipulated the threads of Kelligrene’s energy enough to cause the orb to become tangled within her.
Evanescent then began to crank the hand-powered generator slowly, rhythmically, while chanting. The swirl of lights centered around Xexxia began to pool towards her finger where the clip was attached. At the same time, an influx of light seemed to spray into Kelligrene through the connection between the two women. After five minutes or so, there was only a minimal amount of energy swirling around Xexxia while Kelligrene glowed with a crowded tangled weaving of light.
Evanescent concluded her chants, disconnected the two women, and took off her glasses. She stepped back up to the bed and gently kissed Kelligrene on the lips. “Girls… Wake up, girls!”
First one eye opened then a moment later the other and a smile slowly stretched across Kelligrene’s face. She slowly sat up in bed and her hands began to caress the flesh of her abdomen. “Mmmm…” she whispered.
“Is everyone OK?” Evanescent asked.
“I’m here,” Kelligrene said.
“I’m here, too,” Kelligrene said again. However, in this case, Evanescent was aware that the statement was made by Xexxia, whose consciousness now existed within Kelligrene’s body.
It was a strange trick of the soul that Evanescent had discovered. She had found a way to house two people - two consciousnesses - in a single body. The two consciousnesses would remain separated, for the most part. So, for example, Xexxia and Kelligrene were not able to hear each other’s thoughts. Rather, they had to assume and rescind control of part of Kelligrene’s physical body in order to express themselves to one another. In order to converse, they had to take turns controlling the mouth and vocal cords of the host and physically, audibly speak their thoughts.
Kelligrene’s right hand slid down across her naked abdomen slowly slipping between her thighs.
“Mmm… Your body feels so good to me… It’s the same, but different, you know.” That was apparently Xexxia speaking through Kelligrene’s mouth. Evanescent could actually tell who was who most of the time based on the quirks of their accents.
“I know exactly what you mean, Xexxia. Even when you use my own hand to touch me, it feels minutely different than my own movements would. And that makes a huge difference.”
Kelligrene’s left hand was busy stroking her right nipple. Evanescent assumed that the right side of Kelligrene was occupied by Xexxia currently, with Kelligrene on the left. The three of them had been exploring this soul transfer phenomenon for over a year. It had taken a bit of work for Xexxia and Kelligrene to design a way to smoothly trade off possession of various body parts to produce a mostly seamless and coherent facade of a single person. They were really good at it now and loved to spend hours caressing one another by chasing the boundary between their individually occupied sensory inputs.
“Well, I’m going to go get the dinner that Xexxia made for me. Kiss me!” Evanescent said.
Kelligrene pressed her lips to Evanescent briefly.
“Both of you,” Evanescent requested and Kelligrene kissed her again. “Enjoy!”
Evanescent took a moment to look at Xexxia’s body, which lay in a comatose state on the bed. Still, she slid her hand gently down Xexxia’s cheek admiring her beauty before heading off to the kitchen.
When she returned with a plate of food, she sat and watched the two play with each other within Kelligrene’s body. Kelligrene was sitting propped up by pillows on the bed. The fingers of her right hand were pushed into her vagina, the fingers of her left hand gently manipulated her clit, pushing from above and circling below.
Kelligrene was looking up into the shadows of the corners of the room, her mouth open, her breath, heavy. Her strokes became more frantic and her back began to arch up off the pillows. “Oh, Goddess!!” She was obviously close to orgasm. Just as Evanescent thought Kelligrene would reach a plateau, she would stop moving and slowly settle back into the bed. “OK! Switch!” one of them said through Kelligrene’s lips and the stroking and caressing would begin again, pushing Kelligrene’s body towards another edge.
Evanescent watched for over twenty minutes as Kelligrene’s sexy body twisted and gyrated on the bed. She was now coated in sweat and panting quite loudly. Her moans rising to a point, then followed by a settling and that word. “Switch!”
Evanescent had finished eating and her own hand had dropped between her legs stroking as she watched Kelligrene move, moaning and arching, thrusting her green breasts into the air - strands of sweat-drenched dark-green hair draped over her shoulders. “Stop, you two! I can’t take anymore watching. What are you doing? You’re going to break poor Kelligrene!”
Kelligrene settled for a moment, still breathing heavily. Finally she, presumably Kelligrene, said, “We’re playing a game.”
“One of us will release all control of all body parts with the exception of Kelligrene’s sex.”
”It’s a little bit freaky, because you lose the ability to see much, sounds are muted... You give up control on all moving parts. There is no immediate way to communicate.”
“Yeah, but then all your attention is totally focused on one thing - divine sexual stimulation! It is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Yes. It is. So, the person who has control of my body, must then take me to the edge. But, believe me, that person does not want to push me over the edge, because then they would miss out on the ultimate orgasmic experience.”
“So, once you take Kelligrene’s body to the edge, then we switch positions.”
Evanescent was smiling and shaking her head. “You girls are crazy… So, why risk pushing Kelligrene’s body over the edge? Why would the controller want to get so close? Why not just yell ‘Switch!’ after a single caress?”
“Oh! There is no mistaking where the edge is.”
“We can both tell - whether we are in control or are just inside her sex. And if the controller calls ‘Switch’ before the edge is reached, then they get splashed.”
“Splashed?” Evanescent asked.
Kelligrene turned towards a thick candle that was burning with a small pool of wax near the flame.
“Oh, I see.” Evanescent said.
“Just like your attention is totally focused in the ultimate bliss of physical stimulation when you are resident in that part of my body, a single drop of melted wax applied to the sex organs is quite sufficient inspiration to play fairly. The pain is excruciating… deliciously excruciating… at least for a couple of moments.”
Kelligrene picked up the candle.
“You know… I’ve been wanting to try something.” She held the candle over Xexxia’s sleeping body. Pausing… “I… I can’t bring myself to do it. You do it Kelligrene.”
“Are you sure? Don’t get mad at me.”
“Yeah...do it.”
Kelligrene tipped the candle and small, short stream of wax dripped down right onto Xexxia’s pubis. There was no response from Xexxia’s body, but Kelligrene’s right arm flinched.
“Did you feel that?”
“Yes. But it just barely. It was like a shadow of a feeling.” Kelligrene’s fingers peeled the wax from Xexxia’s body.
“Alright, alright!” Evanescent said smiling. “I’ve got a new contest for the two of you. Let’s see which of you has the best tongue technique.” She began unbuttoning the clasps on her witch’s robe.
“That is no contest. I have the best tongue technique in the entire castle.”
“Says who?”
“Some of us don’t have the benefit of being green. We have to work a little harder to achieve top ratings.”
“Slut!”
Naked now, Evanescent climbed into the bed between Kelligrene and Xexxia’s sleeping body. Meanwhile, Kelligrene slipped over between Evanescent’s legs and kissed her way down across Evanescent’s abdomen toward her vagina.
“I’ll demonstrate some tongue technique.”
Evanescent raised her arms over her head and leaned back with her eyes closed letting the two girls in Kelligrene’s body go to work on her.
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Some time later Evanescent pulled her head up from between Kelligrene’s thighs where she had been working hard to reciprocate sexual favors.
“Alright! That’s it, girls!” Evanescent said, standing up quickly and walking over to her chest-of-drawers. “It’s getting late and I can’t afford to spend all night edging Kelligrene’s body.”
“Mmmwoooah…”
Whoever had control of Kelligrene’s mouth was having trouble putting words together.
Evanescent pulled out a pair of wrist shackles and a leather riding crop. “I know what you two are doing. You’re playing your edging game again while I’m trying to push you over the edge! In the meantime, you keep nudging me out of the way just as I get Kelligrene’s body to the point of climax.”
“We’re so sorry, Mistress Sorceress! Please! We’ll obey now!” Kelligrene was panting and her voice was breathy.
“I should just leave you unfulfilled,” Evanescent said as she pulled Kelligrene’s arms up to the fetters she had wrapped around a bar on the headboard of the bed. “But, since I’m pleasuring you for scientific purposes, I’ll go through with it.”
“We’re sorry! We promise to help with your science experiment!”
“You better believe it! The next time I get rudely nudged, I’m going to smack both Kelligrene’s and Xexxia’s body with the crop. And it’s going to be hard enough to leave a welt for a couple of days!” Then Evanescent playfully smacked Kelligrene’s left breast with the crop.
“Ow!”
After a moment, she smacked Kelligrene’s right breast.
“Ow! That was me again! Xexxia!”
“Alright! Calm down and lie still! And no more nudging!” Evanescent grabbed Kelligrene’s legs and pushed them up and back until she could drape them over her shoulders. Then, holding her hips tight, Evanescent went down on Kelligrene.
Kelligrene flexed and fumbled around, but did not push Evanescent away at all. Her moans became erratic, changing suddenly in intensity as one, then the other took control of her voice. Finally, the moan turned to a steady scream and Kelligrene began to spasm as the orgasm took over control from both women inside her body.
Evanescent sat back and watched as the orgasm ripped through Kelligrene’s body. She settled after a bit, but still her body twitched with random seizures.
The first time the two had a shared orgasm, Evanescent was beside herself with fear because it seemed that neither Xexxia nor Kelligrene were able to grab enough motor control in order to communicate for almost ten minutes after the orgasm. It was like the women had to re-pool their consciousness after an orgasm. Evanescent began to think of the women’s life energy inside a body like oil and water in a bottle. The two remain separated by default. But an orgasm was like shaking the bottle. Just as it takes a bit of time for the oil and water to separate, so too, does it take time for each of the women to coalesce enough strength to fully take control of a part of the host’s body.
For their part, Xexxia and Kelligrene described the post orgasmic bliss as one of the most transcendent experiences of their lives. There was a certain intimacy that they had never felt with any lover before. They felt both wrapped within and wrapped about each other at the same time.
Evanescent gently kissed Kelligrene’s trembling forehead. Then, for good measure, she leaned over and placed a kiss on Xexxia’s cheek before crawling out of the bed with a pillow and a blanket heading for the couch. In the morning, she would have to move Xexxia back over into her own body. Until then, she’d let the girls enjoy each other.
0 - 0 - 7 - 00:00 - Aife
“...66… 98… 98… 66… 66...”
“Do you need to put in your gag, Zeigh?” Aife asked as they walked down the dusty street. They had just eaten a bag of dried soy beans and some naan.
“The dust is flashing today. Black sparks. It’s making my head buzzy. There are b’s everywhere,” Zeigh replied. “Please hold my leash really tight. I feel like I might fall off the ground.”
“Are you sick? Is it something you ate?” Aife asked.
“Something I ate? No. It’s the b’s, I think they are swarming. 98! Please hold tight.”
“I haven’t seen any bees, Zeigh. We are nowhere near the Cowen apiary.”
“Not bees! B’s! Letters! 66, 98, 98. B-b-b-bb-b-b...”
“I think that we should go home for a break,” Aife said with a look of concern. Zeigh’s breathing was erratic and her eyes kept shifting from side to side, unfocused. Aife held up her fist. “Look. I’m holding your leash. Put your gag in, Zeigh. That is, unless you think you are going to throw up.”
Zeigh shook her head and reached in her pocket for her gag. “B! B, b, b,b! B! B! Bmm… mm.. Mmm… mmm.”
Zeigh was obviously still talking even with the gag in place, but at least she wasn’t being so loud. Aife decided to cut through a red alley. It was the middle of the day. They should be safe enough. She picked up the pace a little, pulling Zeigh, who was still humming, along behind her.
Aife’s thoughts: Black sparks? Maybe Zeigh’s having some sort of ocular migraine.
When they reached the far side of the red alley, Aife pressed herself against the wall just before the corner. She looked back at Zeigh, who had apparently pulled her arms into her robe. The sleeves just hung slack at her sides.
“Zeigh!” she whispered. “Put your arms back in your sleeves! If we have to run and you trip, you’ll need to catch yourself.”
Zeigh nodded, still humming and frantically looking around.
“I’m trying to take the shortest route back home… What the fuck? Holy shit!” Aife had snuck a look around the corner. Down the road there was a bar with a small parking lot next to it with a couple of tethered horses, rusted wheelies, and some trucks - including one truck that matched the description given by Bethesda via her familiar. It was a flatbed steam truck with large square red sign on the side. “D-VOS” it said in yellow letters.
Aife’s thoughts: This could be the truck that transported Slave Karma out into the desert.... Whoever drove this truck must be in the bar.
Aife looked at Zeigh for a moment. “Let’s go in this bar for a few moments. Maybe a darker environment will help you feel a little better.”
Zeigh continued to mumble incoherently into her gag, but she nodded her head.
“Besides,” Aife continued, “there’s a truck that matches the description of one of the witch’s familiar.”
“Mmm!” Zeigh said looking around.
Aife pulled Zeigh’s leash and they quickly moved to the door of the bar. Once inside, Aife cursed when she noticed that slaves were not allowed in the bar. Luckily they had a stack of slave lockers. Aife negotiated with the hostess for a key to a locker and directed Zeigh to crawl in. The lockers were no more than sturdy kennel type cages with a sliding bolt and a padlock. The barred door of the locker Aife received was about waist high on a shelf, so Zeigh had to climb up to get in.
Aife closed the door and set the bolt and padlock.
“Give me your hand,” Aife said and Zeigh pushed her fingers between the bars. Aife grabbed Zeigh’s forefinger and pressed it against the base of the lock. “Do you feel that?” she asked.
Zeigh nodded, looking tired, but a little less flighty. Still she was mumbling behind her gag.
“Try to keep your gag in your mouth, please.” Aife turned and went into the bar.
Aife stood at the doorway for a moment. There were not too many patrons currently. She tried to guess who most likely was the driver of the truck.
Aife’s thoughts: Definitely the man sitting alone at the table by the window… Where is the second ‘face’?
When Bethesda had described Karma’s supposed crime scene, she had witnessed it through the eyes of her familiar, which was a bird. She said that there had been “two faces”. Aife found herself thinking of Karma’s attackers as “faces” now as well.
Aife walked to a table with a couple sitting at it and pulled out the drawing of Karma that Evanescent had made. “I’m looking for a missing castle slave...”
She did not really listen to what the couple said about the picture. Instead she looked at the bar. A man was waiting for the bartender to help him. His mouth was hanging open. He looked like he was not particularly gifted mentally.
Aife’s thoughts: And that must be the second face...
Aife moved to her suspect’s table. “Have you seen this woman?”
Aife held out the picture for the man to see and studied him for any reactions that might imply he recognized Karma.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked.
“I’m part of the castle guard. I report to the Princess,” Aife said.
“The ice Princess is going through a lot of effort for a useless whore,” the man said. He looked at the picture. “She’s pretty enough. I can see why she’d want her. There’s always been rumors that the Princess was a dyke.”
Aife saw nothing that indicated the man had seen her before. She glanced up to the bar. The second man had one beer in front of him. The bartender was pulling out a second glass.
“So, are you fucking the Princess too? Oh, yeah. She can’t. The West virgin.” The man had a smirk on his face. “I wonder if she tastes like money?”
“We’re looking for someone who may have kidnapped the slave,” Karma explained. She decided to fish. A little play on words... “Someone’s been burying slaves in the desert.”
The man’s eyebrows shot up, but he quickly regained control of his features, recapturing his cool demeanor.
Aife’s thoughts: There it is! You guilty fucker!
“Well, isn’t that a fucking waste of perfectly good pussy,” the man said. He held his stare directly at Aife without moving an inch. “These are dangerous times for little girls.”
“Yes sir,” Aife said. “Thanks for your time.”
The man at the bar had two beers in front of him. He was messing around with a handful of credits. The bartender had turned back to the sink. He was washing some glasses.
“Anytime, little girl,” the man said.
Aife took the picture and headed for the door of the bar. Zeigh was probably safer in the kennel for the moment. Aife couldn’t deal with the burden of pulling her around just yet. She walked out into the parking lot and crossed over to the truck with the “D-VOS” sign painted on the side. She pushed her right hand into her pocket. Her fingers slipped around the grip of a pair of brass knuckles. She walked up to the passenger side of the truck and stepped up on the foot hold to get high enough to look inside. First, though she focused on the reflection in the window. There was no sign that she had been followed… yet.
She looked through the window. Right away she noticed a collection of medicine bottles scattered about the cab. “FE” was written on the sides of the bottles.
“This is the truck,” Aife thought. FE is the symbol for iron. That was what Karma had gone to the pharmacy for. Aife decided that she would follow the truck, find out where the bastard lived, get some reinforcements…
“Looking for a ride, little girl?”
Aire turned. “Is this your truck?” she asked.
The man from the bar was slowly approaching her. He eyed her up and down and then smiled. “Sure is.” He then lunged forward to grab Aife.
Aife’s thoughts: The dumb fuck has just made his first mistake… Don’t get too cocky… keep an ear out for the second man… OK… Eat this, fucker!
Aife gripped the door handle in her left hand and used it to launch herself up into the air. She used her left arm as a pivot point, flinging her legs high to her right, pulling her right hand out of her pocket, gripping firmly to the brass knuckles. She moved so quickly that the man’s attempt to push her into the door utterly failed. His momentum was going forward enough that he was directly underneath her by the time she was bringing her right fist towards his face.
There was a gruesome cracking sound when her brass knuckles connected with the man’s face, but he was big and sturdy and did not go down.
“Fuck! You bitch!” The man staggered to the side, falling against the front quarter of the truck. He held his hands up over his face.
Aife was still holding onto the door handle with her left hand. She jumped into the air.
Aife’s thoughts: Don’t hold back… When was the last time I drank some water?... I hear footsteps in the dirt… running… face number two has arrived… finish this one now.
Aife pulled at the door handle with her left hand to gain a little more momentum with her swing and struck her fist hard towards the man’s face again. He partially blocked her punch with his left hand, but it was enough that his knees began to buckle.
Aife pulled her own knees in towards her body so that her feet pressed against the door of the truck. She then let go of the door handle and pushed with her legs. She flew away from the truck rolling over her shoulder in the dirt and springing up to her feet, knees bent and ready to strike again. Her movements were so fast that she slipped right under the second man. He had not yet even changed his direction by the time Aife was directing a punch into his lower back. The second man bounced off the door and staggered back a step but maintained his balance.
Aife’s thoughts: I should have hit him in the back of the head… I should retreat… but, I need to restrain them somehow… fuck it… the first man is still on the ground… punch the second fucker again…
Aife swung her right hand at the second man who was turning toward her and made solid contact causing his head to snap around, but did little to knock off his balance.
The first man, who was on his knees, had recovered somewhat. He swung a leg out trying to trip Aife, but she easily reacted, jumping into the air and using her evasive action to land her body weight on the outside of the second man’s knee.
Aife landed her attack perfectly, but the man had already set his legs in a strong position, and Aife did not have the weight to force his knee to buckle.
Aife thoughts: Retreat! I’m going to have follow these dudes… They’re too big to fight...
She pushed off the second man’s knee and rolled away from the truck, prepared to let her momentum carry her to her feet so she could run. Unfortunately, her momentum stopped short as she was pushing herself off the ground when her body hit a pair of legs.
Aife’s thoughts: Oh, shit! There’s a third face!
Aife felt her body pulled up off the ground by the hood of her tunic and her backpack. The next moment she was flying through the air back toward the truck. She pulled her limbs in tight and prepared to land, but she was rotating as she flew through the air. She landed on man number 2’s knee which dug into the right side of her waist just below her ribcage. She bounced down onto the ground, landing mostly on her left arm and shoulder.
Aife had a moment to look at man number three. She was stunned when she realized that he looked exactly like man number two. Twins! The fucking bird only differentiated faces. It did not consider that two men might have the same face.
Aife’s knees were already tight to her chest. She thrust them out and pushed hard off her left shoulder hoping to jump out of the fray. Unfortunately, man number one grabbed her left wrist. Aife did not quite get her balance over her left foot, so she collapsed back towards the ground.
Aife’s thoughts: I’m in trouble… Make noise… don’t let them take you…
Aife punched up with her right hand hoping to connect with man number two’s family jewels, but her caught her wrist in a meaty fist.
“Farley, hold this bitch!” man number one said as he climbed off the ground with Aife’s left wrist still in his grip.
“Help!” Aife screamed.
Man number three, Farley, took over control of Aife’s wrist and pulled it away from her. She tried to bite at his hand, but then man number two pulled her right wrist in the opposite direction until she was stretched out like a T.
Man number one was swinging a fist towards her stomach and Aife flexed her abs to absorb the punch.
“Unhhh! Fucking…”
Man number one struck again while Aife was recovering. This time she did not have time to prepare for the impact and she crumbled into his fist. “Hhhhhuhh…!”
The wind had been knocked out of her. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to kick out but she had no power. Man number one, blood pouring down his face, grabbed her legs.
“Luke! Open up the tool chest!”
“OK, Hank.”
Aife’s thoughts: Breathe, damn it!... I’m in trouble… don’t panic… keep fighting…
Aife finally was able to get a full breath of air, so she screamed as loud as she could. Man number two, Luke, released Aife’s right wrist so she immediately swung out at Farley, punching, flexing, and kicking as much as possible in all directions. What followed was a calamity of curses as the three men did their best to maintain control over the compact bundle of screaming chaos.
“Don’t let her go!”, “OW! She fucking bit me!”, “Get that leg!”, “Bitch!”
Still, with quite a bit of difficulty Hank and his brothers were able to force Aife into a small metal box mounted on the flatbed of the truck just behind the cab. By the time they were able to push her knees down and slam the lid over her each man was bloodied and bruised.
Hank kicked the metal box. “Shut up in there, god damnit! Let’s go get the box, boys! We need to take a trip out into the desert.”
“What about our beers, Hank?” Farley asked.
“Shut the fuck up and get in the cab!”
Shortly, Aife heard the truck’s engine fire up and drown out her screams. Her torso was in pain - broken ribs? - and she was concerned that a couple of fingers had been broken when someone ripped the brass knuckles from her hand. She felt the vehicle begin to move across the rocky parking lot and out onto the dusty streets of Cowen.
Aife’s thoughts: I hope that Zeigh will be OK...
0 - 0 - 7 - 00:16 - Zeigh
“MMmm!” Zeigh watched Aife pass by her kennel. Had she forgotten to retrieve Zeigh from her cage? Now what was she supposed to do. Certainly she would return.
A moment later, she saw a man walk past her cage. “Mmm mmm m…” Zeigh mumbled to herself, wondering aloud what was going on.
Shortly afterwards a second man exited the bar.
Zeigh pulled the gag from her mouth. “Aife is a really smart woman. I’m sure that she knew that there were two men coming after her. That’s why she left me here. If she wanted me out of the cage then she would have pulled me out and besides, what did Karma always say to me? ‘Stay in the cage until I come for you.’ She never wanted me to get out prematurely. It’s like…”
The second man was exiting the bar again, but Zeigh didn’t remember seeing him come back inside and changing his clothes.
“...It’s like an egg. People freak out if they were to crack open a perfectly unblemished egg and find that there is no yolk inside. They’d think it was some kind of joke, or in this case a jolk. A yolk jolk. And what if they were to pick up a pan and find the yolk of an uncracked egg sitting there frying away. Would a bird ever make a nest in a pan tree?...”
Zeigh thought that she heard a scream outside in the parking lot. A woman’s scream. Zeigh looked around her cage nervously. It sounded like Mistress Aife’s voice. She pushed the gag back into her mouth and mumbled for a moment. She heard more screaming like someone was struggling. Then it stopped abruptly. Zeigh remembered the time Aife beat the crap out of two men and she never even let go of Zeigh’s leash. The screaming started up again. A woman’s voice again. Lots of cursing. Men’s voices too. Certainly Aife was beating the crap out of these two guys. Zeigh pulled the gag back out of her mouth. “I should just wait… B… b… B… b… because. Because b is for bad things… B is for bird and birds lay eggs with yolks on the inside...”
Zeigh pushed the gag back in her mouth.
She heard the sound of truck doors slamming shut… An engine starting up… She started to wonder if Aife knew how to tame a truck. Probably so. She could do anything. The truck sound was fading away. Maybe she scared the two men away and Aife would come back into the bar to get her in a second.
Zeigh waited, mumbling into her gag. She tried to listen for more noises, but there was nothing. She pulled the gag out of her mouth. “OK, I’ll count to eleven and if Aife isn’t back… one… two...“
Zeigh kept counting, pausing a little longer between each number. “... nine… aye… beeee… ceigh… dee… eeeeee… efff… ten… eleven…”
Zeigh pushed her gag back into her mouth. Then she looked down into the palm of her left hand. Aife had pressed the key to the kennel into her palm and she had shown Zeigh where the keyhole was. Aife still had not returned.
Zeigh’s hands were trembling when she reached through the bars of the kennel with the key held between her fingers. She pressed the key towards the opening that Aife had shown her. It wasn’t sliding in very easily. Her angle was off. She shifted the key in her trembling fingers. She started to press it into the lock again, but it slipped.
Zeigh heard the key hit the floor.
She looked out between the bars. She could see the key on the floor. She pushed her arm between the bars. She was nowhere close to being able to reach the key. Zeigh looked around the cage for a stick or something. Unfortunately, there were not any sticks in the cage.
Zeigh pressed her face to the bars of the cage and began to use her leash to try and reel the key back in. It wasn’t quite long enough to even reach the floor, but she tried to sling it out anyways. The handle swung away from the cage, then rocked back underneath the shelf on which the cage was set. There was a rattling sound. The handle seemed to have wrapped around something. Somehow the handle had become stuck. Zeigh tried to pull her face away from the bars, but her leash went taut. She couldn’t move her head at all.
Zeigh pulled the gag out of her mouth and laughed a little. “Aife’s going to laugh when she sees what a predicament I’ve made for myself. Heh heh...“
Zeigh looked longingly out her cage at the door to the bar waiting for Aife to return…
Still waiting...