Chapter 3

“Praetor, record: Harvey whoever-the-fuck-you-are, you are charged with the murder of a human girl. Whatever property you have is forfeit to her and whatever family she has. As an additional punishment – for gunning down Tia – you can never hunt again, and it is forbidden for you to seek out anyone to perform surgery on your hand that might enable you to hold a weapon, ever.”

As Tara’s damning words faded, Sandi blinked as she stared up at the beautiful Golden Goddess. Glancing quickly over to see Bard Geoffrey’s smile, she returned her unbelieving gaze to the Golden Goddess. “I own a farm?” What am I going to do with a farm?

For the past few years, since she’d finally found out how her twin sister, Kristi, had died (eaten by dinosaurs), Sandi had been learning the way of the Phoeni – girls who had mastered death by using some sort of mental, mystical energy to revitalize their bodies and repair the wounds caused by whatever (or whoever) had killed them. That energy was most easily triggered by sex, so Sandi, once quiet and rather shy, had become, in just the last year or so, ready, willing and eager to fuck anyone with a hard-on. Sometimes she would access her Phoenix fire just to feel herself burn – usually right in the middle of having sex – whether or not one of her ‘trainers’ was in the process of gutting, shooting or strangling her.

But... a farm?

She turned to stare at the five men sitting at the ‘defendant’s table’. These men had murdered, or participated in murdering, citizens of New Eden – specifically, young girls who were ‘trespassing’ on ‘their land’ while seeking out the Phoenix Preserve.

‘One of them even shot me!’ she remembered, once again feeling the punch of that bullet into her thigh as she’d fled from these terrorizing butchers. She smiled, realizing she wouldn’t flee now; instead she’d hold her arms out wide, inviting each and every one of them to perforate her body again and again with their bullets until she couldn’t stand up anymore, then scorch her body clean with her fire and let them do it again – over and over and over...

A hand on Sandi’s shoulder distracted her from her daydream. Turning her head, she stared into Crystal’s concerned eyes. “You’re broadcasting...” the girl murmured into her face. Sandi immediately blushed – all the way down to her toes – and forced her body to sit down. Crystal sat back down, too, her body vibrating with almost uncontrollable sexual energy from Sandi’s broadcast emotions. Just touching the excited girl was overwhelming.

“If you give my home to that bitch!” Mayfield snarled at the Golden Goddess and Geoffrey, “What will become of my family? They didn’t do anything to those... witches!”

Elaine sighed. Calling names, accusing people of being less than human, that was how this sociopath justified his evil deeds – justified them so he could sleep at night. “Your family will not be taken from you, Mr. Mayfield. In fact, I’m not going to pronounce judgment on you at all.”

Harvey and his cohorts stared up at the Goddess, then Harvey stared at Bard Geoffrey. Jeff simply shook his head.

“Then what are you going to do?” Harvey asked, his sneer at this female’s authority obvious in his voice.

“I’m going to turn you over to the people – the women who still live – whom you have harmed the most. They will pass judgment on you.” Elaine looked over at the table across from where Harvey and his thugs sat. Emma, Jessika and Vanessa sat there, with Crystal and Sandi sitting in front of them. No family members of the other murdered girls were present, as Elaine had decided not to inform them of the deaths of their daughters. Not a single one had reported their daughters missing, so not a single one deserved to know what had happened to them – in her regal opinion.

“These men have killed future Phoenix girls. According to the Writ of Stone, each man must be held accountable for the expected life span of the one who was murdered. Phoenix girls can potentially live forever, so each man here will submit himself to whichever of you wants him – for the rest of his natural life. There are five of you; there are five of them. Divide them up however you see fit. They are not to be killed. Do whatever else you like.”

This was an amazing decision! Jessika sat and stared forward for a moment, realizing that she now had complete power – total control – over that asswipe Mayfield! ‘They are not to be killed? Crap!’ She stood along with the others when they all rose and filed over to make their choices.

‘I own a farm? And a strange psychopath? Oh, Lord!’ Sandi grumbled to herself. Then she suddenly realized, she could choose her own killer! She wouldn’t have to put up with Ric or Tony’s rather vanilla girl hunts through the preserve. She could let someone butcher her who would really enjoy cutting her up! A touch on her shoulder from that horny fellow/hunting victim distracted her.

“You’re broadcasting again!” Crystal whispered anxiously. “Whatever is going on in your head, honey, I want in!”

Sandi grinned, “There are men sitting there who want to kill us!” she whispered. “What do you think is going on in my head?” then shot a bolt of pure lust through the physical connection made by that hand on her shoulder. Crystal nearly stumbled as her knees weakened.

“I want him!” Jessika declared, standing tall and proud in front of Mayfield.

“Fuck you and the cow you rode to sleep last night!” Harvey snarled at her.

“Say what you want,” Jessika replied, her voice almost kind – almost. “I own you now. I can dig a hole and build my new latrine right over your head and then you could eat my crap!” She snarled the last words, then smiled and held out her hand. “Let’s go home – sweetie.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” Harvey snarled, then actually smiled as he informed that redheaded lesbo bitch, “That bitch Goddess said I wouldn’t be separated from my family! And you didn’t get the farm! She did!” He indicated the female whore Jasper had shot in the ass, way back when.

All eyes turned to Sandi, who was still sexually teasing Crystal about ... the image flooded the room for a second before Crystal was able to gain control of it. Bullets and tits and bellies and cunts. Knives slicing into soft breasts, sinking into quivering stomachs, carving up between...

Snap! Control was regained and the room was deathly quiet.

“Oh, God!” Emma whispered, flashing an evil grin to Vanessa. “There’ll be no stopping her now!”

Vanessa chuckled, deep in her throat. “Don’t forget ... we each get one of our own to play with...”

“That means I’d get both of them ‘cause you don’t like to fuck men!” Emma whispered back, conspiratorially. “Hey, I’d get Jessi’s, too!”

“If she doesn’t bury him alive...”

“Just leave his dick out in the open air,” Emma snickered. “I’ll be happy! Oh! And a straw for him to breathe through!”

“Men are good for other things besides fucking,” Vanessa replied, pretending to be ‘oh-so-superior’.

“What?”

“Just put a knife in that one’s hands,” Vanessa nodded toward Jasper, who was glaring at them hatefully, “then walk up to him and see what happens!”

“Mmmm!” Emma moaned, her mouth closed. “I could arm all three of them and let them carve on me for a bit...”

“You wouldn’t be alone,” Vanessa grinned. “I bet I could even get one of them to cut off my head!”

“Okay,” Sandi decided. “Since I own the farm now, I think it should become part of the Phoenix Preserve. That way, any of the girls can come and go as they wish, and Mayfield can continue to live with his family.”

“You witches are not going to poison the mind of my only daughter!” Harvey snarled, rising to his feet. “You stay away from my family!”

“That simply isn’t going to happen,” Jessika informed him, a gentle push against his chest causing him to overbalance and sit down heavily on his chair. “Your family will be informed of your murderous crimes against the Phoenix population and we will let them decide if they want you around or not. I don’t imagine you treat your own women much better than you’ve treated us! I’m betting they’ll be glad to have you gone!”

Harvey smashed his fists into the table in front of him, actually cracking it. “Ooo, big strong man. You use those fists on your wife? Your loving daughter?” Harvey didn’t say anything – just glared at Jessika. She knew that, one day, she would have to kill him, regardless of that Golden Goddess’ decree. Self-defense was a viable defense.