The Four Queens
Copyright© 2026 by Uncle Jim
Chapter 6
The following new characters appear in this chapter:
Warden
The one in charge of the prison, 5’-8’’ (172 cm), 140 pounds (63 kg), small breasts, 43 years old, brown hair going gray, blue eyes, a bit thin, no Talent
Stephany Wilburn
Prisoner, 5’-11’’ tall (180 cm), 180 pounds (81 kg), medium breasts, long muscular arms, gray eyes, long dark blond hair, square face, no Talent
Princess Botum has the Narrative
We spent the next couple of days seeing different areas of New York City but didn’t find it any more appealing. On the morning all of this started, I was sitting in the common room of our suite at the hotel actually reading the newspaper. It was because it was raining outside, and I had nothing better to do. I was only on the second page when I found something that tickled my curiosity.
“Have you ever heard of a woman getting another woman pregnant?” I asked my sisters.
“What?” asked Daeva, who was on her laptop.
“No, definitely not,” Maly replied, looking up from her section of the paper.
“What’s this about a woman getting another one pregnant?” Daeva demanded, now paying attention.
“There is an article in the paper about a woman in the state’s women’s prison who got five other women pregnant,” I told them.
“Let me see that article,” Daeva demanded, and I handed her the paper.
“I don’t think that’s biologically possible,” Maly told us.
“Yeah, a woman wouldn’t have the necessary parts,” Daeva agreed with a smile, looking up from the article.
“I could see where a woman would send some guy or even her brother to get some other woman pregnant, but not another woman herself,” Maly agreed.
“Yes, and especially not in prison,” I added and passed the paper to Maly who also looked at the article.
“Where is this prison?” Daeva asked.
“It’s in New York, the state not the city,” I told her. She went on her computer and started searching. It wasn’t long before she looked back up bored.
“According to the article on the computer, this happened at the Women’s Prison in the town of Bedford, New York,” she told us. “According to the map, Bedford Hills is nearly in Connecticut. It’s off of Hwy 684 in Westchester County,”she added.
“Maybe we should take a trip there. I want to see what this woman who gets other women pregnant looks like. If she can get other women pregnant, why doesn’t she get herself pregnant?” Maly asked with a smirk.
“When will Deirdre be here?” Daeva asked, changing the subject. “She would be interested in this also,” she added.
“I’m not sure,” I told her. “The last time I talked to her she only told me that she still had some things to do for her Mother, the Queen of the West,” I told them.
“Did she say what they were?” Maly asked.
“No, she only said that they were important,” I told them. “She is sure to let us know what they were when she arrives,” I added as an afterthought. It was later that day when Deirdre arrived with Nick. We were a bit surprised by this, as he had left only a couple of days ago. We were glad to see both of them, and there was a bit of hugging and giggling during our reunion. Daeva was the one who broke it up.
“What have you been doing while we have been up here?” she asked.
“Mother has kept me busy, sending me on a couple of errands. It was the last one that was the most amazing and interesting,” Deirdre told us but didn’t continue.
“And just what was so amazing or interesting about it?” I asked.
“A young male turned into his Dragon form and breathed Dragon Fire on another young male who was bullying him,” she told us.
“What is so unusual about that?” Daeva asked in an annoyed voice. “Young males can seldom stay out of trouble.”
“This young man was all of eight years old and didn’t know any Magic. His name is Kiry. I needed to rescue him from the police and from the other boy’s father, who is a real ass. Following that, I needed to take him home to his mother. There was a problem with that as she is Cambodian, and my Khmer isn’t the best. I needed to get your mother to help me.
“That worked out very well. Kiry’s mother was very impressed that the Queen of the East had come to visit her, and that she was Cambodian. We had a very pleasant visit,” she told us with a smile.
“And that was it?” Daeva asked, losing interest.
“Oh no,” she added, “before I forget, one of you will be going to their house in Charleston twice a week to tutor both of them in Magic and Gaelic. All of you will rotate through the duty.”
“Why would we do that?” Daeva asked in an annoyed voice now.
“Because your Mother has assigned that duty to the three of you,” Deirdre answered.
“But WHY?” Daeva demanded.
“What part of ‘he is an eight year old boy and turned into his Dragon’ did you miss?” Deirdre asked.
“Eight?” all three of us asked stunned.
“Eight years old, like he’s in the third grade?” Maly asked after a few seconds.
“Yes, eight years old and in the third grade. He turned into his Dragon after being doused with excrement, and breathed Dragon Fire on the bully who did it. He was only eight feet tall and only breathed enough Dragon Fire to give the bully second and third degree burns. How many others have you ever heard of who could do that, especially without knowing any Magic?” she finished with a smirk. WE just stood there for a time staring at her.
“You would need to have a really powerful Talent to be able to do that at eight years old, even if you knew a good bit of Magic. He must have a very powerful Talent,” I finished on recovering.
“Yes, he does and so does his mother, Mliss. They both have very strong Talents, but again they have no knowledge of Magic. You will need to instruct both of them in Magic. They both speak Khmer,” she finished.
“When do all of these visits and instruction start?” I asked, as we would be tied up for a considerable time with this.
“Your mother told me that it would begin after you return from vacation. She still needs to find a private school for Kiry to attend,” Deirdre told us.
“Well, that’s some relief. It will give us some time to become accustomed to what we will be doing for the foreseeable future,” Maly said.
“In the meantime, WE have a little trip planned to see a rather strange anomaly,” Daeva told her.
“What kind of anomaly?” Deirdre asked, interested.
“A woman who can get other women pregnant,” Daeva answered with a smirk.
“Surely, you are kidding,” she replied.
“Not at all. It’s right here in the paper,” Daeva told her, holding up the newspaper for her to see the article. Deirdre scanned the article quickly but looked confused.
“That doesn’t seem possible,” she said. “A woman wouldn’t have the right equipment to do that,” she finished.
“That’s what we thought,” Maly told her. “But there it is in the paper for all to see,” she finished.
“When and where are you going on this trip,” Deirdre asked next.
“Maybe tomorrow. The prison isn’t far from the city,” Daeva told her.
“You are going with us, aren’t you?” Maly asked.
“Yes, I would like to see this anomaly,” Deirdre replied.
Yuryi arranged for a large van that afternoon after we informed our security detail where we intended to go tomorrow. The newspaper article and the piece on the internet were enough to convince them. The van, that he had gotten for us, was a large one and electric. This was the state of New York after all, and I guess that says enough about it. There were now seven of us to be moved after all.
“How is it that Yuryi always seems to be able to get whatever we need and on short notice?” Maly asked me after he returned with the van.
“He’s been in business for some 1,200 years. I guess he knows a lot of people,” I told her, as I really had no idea.
We were up early the next morning. It was something over 43 miles (69 km) from our hotel to the prison. But the roads! Lord! There are more roads in the New York City area than anyone knows what to do with. I had checked on them as best I could while we traveled. We were on the city streets before getting on I-495, then I-678, and finally on I-684 before we took a local road, #22, to the town of Bedford. But good grief, there had been more intersecting roads and more on and off ramps than you could count on the way. Thankfully, our security detail is very sharp and had checked on the route and had downloaded a map of how to get there. Once we reached Bedford, it wasn’t hard to locate the prison as there were signs.
The Bedford Hills Correction Facility for Women is the only maximum security prison for women in New York State. It originally opened in 1901 as the Westfield State Farm. It now consists of several buildings and has a capacity of some 900 prisoners, but holds only some 500 currently. We arrived at their good sized parking lot a bit after 11:00 that morning.
After Nicolae parked the van near the entrance of the facility and we had all exited it, we immediately ran into trouble, as we approached the entrance gate.
“There are no visiting hours today. Return on the weekend approved for those you wish to visit,” the guard inside the gate informed us in a loud voice.
“We are...,”Maly began but was cut off.
“It doesn’t matter who you are. There are no visiting hours today,” the guard insisted. Daeva stepped around her sister to speak to the guard on hearing this.
“WE are the future Dragon Queens, and WE are here to speak to the warden,” she told him with emphasis on the ‘WE’. The guard appeared startled on hearing this.
“I don’t care what music group you are from, you need an appointment to see the Warden,” he told us, a bit upset.
“Music group!” Daeva said in shock. “You ... you...,” she started but was too upset to continue.
“Transform,” I told the others, and we four Females transformed into our Dragon forms at the twelve foot tall level. I thought the guard would pass out on seeing this.
“WE aren’t from any musical group. WE are the Daughters of the reigning Dragon Queens, and we demand to see the warden,” I informed him while breathing just a little smoke through the bars of the gate to add some emphasis to our demand. Our security detail hadn’t transformed with us.
Another security guard had joined the first one while we were there, and she immediately got on her radio on seeing us transform.
“Control, we have a situation at the main gate,” I could hear her say into the radio.
“What’s wrong?” I heard her say next. “We have four Dragons at the gate demanding to see the Warden. They are real insistent too,” she said next. After several seconds, she lowered the radio.
“They are calling the Warden,” she told us. After six or seven minutes, two additional guards arrived.
“We are here to pick up those to see the Warden,” they told the others, but were surprised to see us still in our Dragon form.
“Good,” I said, and we four returned to our Human forms, again startling all of the guards. The original guard quickly opened the small personnel gate, and we all moved inside with us ladies first and the guys behind us.
“We were told there were only four visitors,” one of the new guards, a heavy set woman, said on seeing seven of us.
“The guys are our security detail, and they go everywhere with us. They are also male Dragons,” I informed her. She immediately got on her radio. It required another couple of minutes, but soon we were all on our way to see ‘the Warden’. Her office is in the original 1901 building. The building appeared to have been updated, at least once but more than likely several times. The wall colors and the lighting weren’t anything to write home about.
The warden’s office is on the second floor on the back side of the building, so it faced the other buildings of the complex. There was a small waiting room which the nine of us filled. There wasn’t any waiting, however, as we were admitted to her office on being announced.
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