Chapter 8

Elsa Schäfer suddenly realized that she had been betrayed by the people she trusted, no the men, well man she put her faith in anyway. For the first time in months? Really she wasn’t sure how long it had been at this moment. In fact it was the first time in a long long time she was able to think of anything but severing her asshole Master Otto faithfully in a long long time.

It had been her and her 12 sisters, her own coven, that had freed and reanimated the almost dead former Hyperborean High Priest with their very own life essence. It was her, as High Priestess of her faithful 12 female coven sisters, that had brought in the other 13 female covens that had finally freed the Temple of the Air from it’s watery grave in the Sargasso Sea with their psychic energy. It was them that had remained pure virgins, never having been violated by gross men, that were absolutely fateful to the High Priest.

For all their loyal devotion and faithfulness he, a gross male after all, had betrayed them in the end into mindless slavery to other gross men. Slavery just the same even if it was mindless bliss, she shuddered in estuary just remembering the slavery. It was wrong even if had felt so good. She mentally slapped herself for her momentary weakness and traitorous thoughts.

One of the first weapons the Hyperborean High Priest had put them to work on when he was recovered was a virus that made any woman exposed to it imprint on the first person that spoke to them. Elsa and the other 13 female coven High Priestesses knew the secret of the antidote testosterone and thought that it was a wonderful thing. They could all use more female slaves, just because they were virgins didn’t mean they didn’t know about and have sex.

Even when the High Priest started recruiting other onerous males into their group for the necessary brute labor he needed done it never occurred to Elsa or the other Priestesses that the virus could/would be used on them too in the end. Pride goeth before the fall she admonished herself once again for ever trusting a male.

All the signs had been there all along if their own pride and arrogance hadn’t blinded them to the facts. Tolen, the Hyperborean High Priest, had actively started recruiting male Priests into their all female ranks from the very beginning. From there it was only a matter of time until he had enough and he then enslaved her and her sisters to them.

They had been arrogant fools to trust a man, any man, she admitted to herself once again. The only reason she was free now was Otto Schmidt, the male brute she had been imprinted to was dead. She felt absolutely sure deep down in her mind that he had just died a very slow, violent, and painful death which seemed to give her some deep satisfaction on so many levels she smiled to herself as she relived the memory. By the same instinctual means, she now knew in her heart, that to free her sisters she would have to kill all of their masters too. She knew from her own experience that there was no other way to defeat the imprinted programing.

The only good thing to come out of all this, she now knew, was that she hadn’t lost her Powers. Even though she was no longer a virgin, Otto had seen to that at once, she still had her Power. Once Tolen, the Hyperborean High Priest, had shown them how to fully awaken their Powers, their Powers had stayed open and only gotten stronger if anything.

Even though she was no longer a virgin she could still feel her Powers lurking just below her conscious mind. In fact they seemed to grow stronger as she approached her sexual climaxes with Otto she was forced to admit. This form of gross sex with a male did have it’s moments she finally conceded to herself. Even if Otto had been a rough sadistic uncaring brutal bastard that cared nothing about her pleasure only his release, the wild brutal sex with him did have it’s moments she was forced to admit begrudgingly to herself.

Now that she was free of that programing she needed to get away before they discovered that Otto was dead, or that she wasn’t enslaved anymore. Right now she was at their base of operations in the Bahamas Islands, on Dunmore Town Island in fact, on the outward edge of the Sargasso Sea. Though she could steal a boat, or airplane for that matter, where would she go. Her connections in Argentina were compromised at best. The same went for the rest of South America. She had no connections in Germany or on the Continent for that matter. She needed allies, but even the Company, a group of runaway rogue Priests Tolen had inadvertently created was gone now she realized.

The only thing that was left to try was Vinchinso Vascone in New York City. According to their, well her information now, the Mafia Don that the Company had been trying to make a deal with before the High Priest had wiped out the Company was still alive and well for some unknown reason. As far as she knew the Vascone Family was still intact and might at least give her shelter for the information she had. She might even have some leverage there, any port in a storm it seemed was preferable to none at all. Her mind made up about a destination she started planning how best to steal the airplane she needed.

Once she decided on stealing a plane she chose a Cessna Corsair parked on the edge of the runway. Built on the frame of it’s twin piston engine powered Cessna 421 work horse, the Cessna 425 is a beefed up version of it with twin turboprop engines, a state of the art navigation suite, and auto pilot. It has a range of 1,540 miles, at a top speed of 300 mph, and is easy for a single pilot to handle. Using her Powers it was easy to have the plane fueled and preped for the flight to New York City in no time. She took off in hours leaving behind a airport crew that wouldn’t even remember when or where the plane was going or even that it was missing. With any luck they might not even realize she was gone for days, hopefully weeks she prayed to the Old Gods of her mother.

The main reason she took the 425 was she knew from past experience that it could make the 1,140 mile trip to New York on one tank of fuel thus avoiding any connection with Florida where the High Priest was in control. Once in the air and on her way she set her auto pilot and relaxed for the first time since she had realized she was free. There would be complications later because she hadn’t filed a flight plan, but that would be later. For now she was free of her former Master Otto and the damn High Priest. That was enough for now she thought as she dozed off to a fitful sleep after putting the plane on autopilot.

Elsa was now a prime member of the team, it was no longer my harem. At first she was very hostile toward any man and in fact used her Powers to simply take what she wanted. I like to think I don’t take advantage of my girls, but Elsa had none of those inhibitions I suffered from. She had discovered real sex with a male, well with Otto anyway, and she had discovered she liked it rough.