Dr. Avarzian looked from James to Pegasus. The doctor was just opening her mouth to speak when Brittney spoke first. “I would like for them both to stay with me.”
Before Dr. Avarzian could complain, Brittney continued. “This is James, one of my top Stewards. And this is my friend, Pegasus.”
Dr. Avarzian, who had seen James many times, gave him a nod and a quick smile.
Dr. Avarzian turned to Pegasus. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you get busted out of Satania?”
“Confidential,” Pegasus mumbled with a shrug and a strained smile.
Dr. Avarzian turned back to Brittney. “Let’s take a look at those wounds to see how you’re healing.”
Pegasus helped Dr. Avarzian remove Brittney’s skirt while James held up a clean sheet in front of his eyes, and then laid it over her. Dr. Avarzian tossed the skirt into a laundry bin, then helped Brittney place her feet in the stirrups attached to the table.
After two gentle knocks at the door, a nurse entered carrying a tray of clean bandages, scissors, and other medical supplies. The nurse gave the room a brief survey and decided that there was not enough room for her. “Hold these,” she said to Pegasus, and then closed the door behind her.
“Dr. Avarzian, about half-an-hour ago I gave her a pain pill,” James said.
“Good,” the doctor replied without looking up. She took a spray bottle filled with antiseptic and analgesic, and sprayed the areas around the bandage.
“Help me sit her up,” Dr. Avarzian said to James. He slid his hand under Brittney’s back while Dr. Avarzian activated the levers that pushed half the bed upright. He took a smaller sheet to cover her upper chest and neck, then pulled the first sheet down enough to reveal the bandages on her breasts as well as the bandages over her wing buds.
Dr. Avarzian systematically moved between the wounds on her breasts, to the raw wing buds, and back to the wounds on her genitalia, slowly prying the bandages while giving each area periodic sprays, eventually removing all the bandages with a minimum of pain.
Taking magnifying glasses from her shirt pocket and resting them on her nose, she examined each wound carefully to ensure the stitches were holding properly and there were no signs of infection. Again, Pegasus noticed the repulsive odor.
“Call Nurse Rowe,” Dr. Avarzian said to Pegasus. Pegasus opened the door and Nurse Rowe wheeled in an IV pole with a liquid-filled bag at the top. Attached to the bag was a valve-controlled long tube.
“How many raped you?” Dr. Avarzian asked coolly as she slid open a hatch in the bed at the level of Brittney’s buttocks. The hatch would collect the effluent. Dr. Avarzian carefully inserted the tube into Brittney’s vagina and slowly opened the valve to start the flow of a soothing and cleansing liquid.
“Seventy-five,” Brittney answered quietly. “I guess I shouldn’t be such a baby. Five-year-old Daligastian girls routinely have circumcision, followed by a lifetime of grazing,” Brittney said as she blankly stared at the ceiling. “So why should I be trea…”
“Don’t, Britt,” Dr. Avarzian said quietly. “You know this is different. Don’t even try to make excuses for these monsters.”
Brittney took a deep breath as she rubbed her eyes. “I know, I know,” she said.
Once Dr. Avarzian was convinced all foreign residues had been washed away, she applied fresh bandages. She helped Brittney into a clean, brightly colored skirt. Color was already returning to Brittney’s beautiful tan-colored face.
“Pegasus, James. I want you two to find something else to do. Brittney has a few more tasks to finish.” Both gave Brittney a quick kiss, nodded respectfully to the doctor, and left.
“I want the sketch artists to help us identify everyone involved. I’m sending a sample of the materials that we washed out of you for genetic analysis. Also, set up a therapy appointment with Nurse Rowe. Your healing is going well. Let’s keep it that way.”
They exchanged kisses, and then Brittney stared straight into Dr. Avarzian’s blue eyes. “They aren’t going to make it, are they Aliee?”
“No Britt.” The wise doctor sighed. “No, I don’t think they are.”
Oceania
As the ship docked at Oceania, Pegasus saw two individuals welcome Brittney — a handsome green male Melchizedek and a cute female Angel with long brown hair and dark tanned skin.
The male Melchizedek handed Brittney a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers and gently kissed her on each cheek. Brittney gave the female Angel a tender, loving look. The female Angel burst into tears and fell to the ground weeping, grabbing Brittney tightly around her ankles.
Oceania
You sound like your life is over, the voice in Josephine’s head said as she sat on a sand dune, doodling with a stick. “My career is over. David nor anyone else can keep this covered much longer,” Josephine muttered to the stick.
There’ll be an inquiry and then you start the next chapter.
“I worked hard to open this chapter. I don’t want to close it yet,” Josephine said back to the stick, now jabbing it hard into the sand.
Further down the beach from Josephine, Pegasus stared at the ocean. She turned around and looked at the rolling pink sand dunes just in front of a thick tree line. She scanned for a good place to sit and relax. Now that she was on Oceania, what was the big rush to get anywhere?
She saw a vacant spot where the wind was shielded by a large sand dune. There was a single Angel sitting there. The Angel’s beach-bag looked just like one Pegasus had.
Well, it might not be a sign, but it’s good enough for me, Pegasus thought.
Pegasus stared at the Angel as she strolled toward her. Her long, glowing auburn hair flowed down the left side of her face. Her skin was a beautiful shade of light cream.
What do you need? the voice in Josephine’s head asked. Josephine stabbed at the pink sand. Suddenly, she knew. “I need a friend.”
Then look up, the voice said.
Chapter 38
Patanjali’s Penis
Irrespective of whether you are a God or not, it’s a pretty good idea to be careful where you stick your dick. Some places bite back.
—Guru Patanjali
Elysium
Kuko Kiena had spent the last five months sitting up in bed, staring out her balcony at the beautiful Celestial gardens in the center of Elysium’s upper level.
The gardens were one of the finishing touches to Elysium’s construction, touches that Kuko had not personally overseen. She was surprised to see that the tiny saplings had grown into massive trees and the flowerbeds were now packed full of Celestial flowers and herbs. The only major thing left to do was construct the hundreds of statues that would be scattered throughout.
Occasionally, she picked up a book, but then a chapter or so later, she would toss it aside. She tried to draw out some project plans for Indra but could not focus. She did make a couple short excursions to the hangar to see how the Lanonandek replication project was going.
Castor tried to cheer her up, but he knew betraying Pegasus was hard on her. One of Kuko’s best spies had seen Pegasus board The Golden Hind. Kuko figured Pegasus was on Oceania by now, even if the winds had not been cooperating.
The pantry in Kuko’s small kitchen had two doors. One door gave Kuko access to food and supplies. The other door allowed Salecia to keep the pantry well stocked. Periodically, Salecia would slide a note under her door to ask if she wanted anything special to eat — perhaps a nice hot meal. Sometimes Kuko would accept. More frequently, she just ignored the notes and mindlessly munched on a snack.
A few times Castor Mayhew knocked on her door. He would quietly enter and sit on her bed, holding her hand. One day, Lord Indra himself sat on her bed and held her hand. When Kuko became embarrassed and felt she should say something to her God, Indra would say, “Shush. No need to speak. You are amongst those who love you.”
For individuals as understanding as Castor and as omniscient as Lord Indra, they believed that Madam Kiena was moving out of h
er previous roles and building her strength for the next explosion of energy she would need to accomplish the difficult tasks that would soon be thrust upon her. At least they hoped that was the case.
As much as she wanted her mind to remain blank, she kept imagining how Pegasus’ face would look when she realized how Kuko had so heartlessly betrayed her — pretending to be her friend — even making love to her — all the while stabbing her in the back.
When General Machiventa Melchizedek got the news, Pegasus would probably be busted out of Nebadon. Kuko’s heart told her she might never see Pegasus again. When her mind turned to Pegasus for the umpteenth time, she tried her best to switch mental channels and impose nothingness.
About the time Pegasus and Josephine found a small booth at Bill’s Clear Creek Grill on Oceania, Kuko saw something. At first, she dismissed it, thinking it was just some random sparkle of Celestial light. But the sparkle continued to grow. She thought it might be a Nazz practicing invisibility techniques by entering into and hiding within the Etherial realm. Practicing these techniques while walking around the gardens was encouraged, as the gardens were completely safe. But this sparkle continued to linger at her balcony. No one would be stupid enough to intrude on General Kiena’s privacy, unless of course they wanted to die.
Kuko silently slid out of bed, removed her sword from its rack, and gingerly moved to her back door. She was not surprised to see that Salecia was sitting in the hallway reading a book. Salecia saw the door open and looked up. Kuko was holding a finger to her mouth. Salecia froze when she saw the sword in her hand.
Kuko gave Salecia a series of quick hand signals. Salecia followed her back to her bedroom, where for a few moments, both studied the flicker on the balcony.
After exchanging additional hand signals, they moved back to the hall. Salecia pulled one of the cords that hung from the ceiling, silently calling her assistant Captain Daresiel Dranz. Seconds later, Daresiel emerged from the stairwell. Kuko quickly informed Daresiel what they had seen and what they planned to do.
Daresiel kept her arm gently interlaced with Salecia’s as they made their way down the hall and to a doorway that led to the gardens. Salecia carefully tuned her senses into the Etherial as Daresiel held her arm, gently guiding her to the proper location.
The Overlords had created their own Etherial realms as a means of hiding their activities from those loyal to King Joshua, as well as from each other. The Etherial realms were strange, ‘in between’ regions, not Celestial, not Material, not Morontial, not Spiritual.
As Kuko’s primary bodyguard, Salecia was trained to protect Kuko from the dangerous creatures inhabiting the Etherial. She had spent many years eating the proper herbs and practicing rigorous techniques to master the transition between realms.
Salecia looked at Kuko’s balcony. No longer did the phenomenon appear as a subtle flicker. It was some sort of Etherial cylindrical tube, snake-like. She continued to tune her perception until the tube’s structure appeared evermore solid. It was slowly writhing like a snake. Then she ran her eyes back to its source.
Kuko sat on the edge of her bed, studying the sparkle. Usually, an enemy would use an Etherial creature to distract their prey, and then, when the prey was looking into the wrong realm, they would attack.
Daresiel stuck her head in the doorway and signaled for Kuko to come into the hallway. Salecia was still tuning between states, but Kuko could already feel her rage. When Salecia told Kuko and Daresiel what she saw, a wry smile came to Kuko’s face. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Kuko, Salecia, and Daresiel stood nude in Kuko’s bedroom, changing the frequencies of their bodies back and forth between the Etherial and Celestial while gently touching and caressing, coaxing the tubular phallus to enter fully into the Celestial. The phallus got brighter, harder.
Now that it had shifted more solidly into the Celestial, Kuko instructed Daresiel to carefully weave the phallus in and out of the bars that held up the balcony’s handrail. Salecia had already sprinted to a prisoner-holding cell and returned with three toroidal rings used to constrain prisoners. They chained the rings to the handrail, and as Daresiel wove the phallus through the bars, she also threaded it through the center of each toroid.
Kuko took over, delicately holding the phallus in her hands. The phallus finally found what it was looking for — Kuko — and fully solidified into the Celestial. She looked down and spoke to it. “Now, my dear Guru Patanjali, I promise you, this is what you are going to remember every time you even think of raping me.”
She nodded to Salecia and Daresiel.
See, I told you she wanted it,” Guru Patanjali gloated to his servant, Shorinam. “That’s the reason she’s been depressed.” Patanjali had been sending Shorinam to surreptitiously observe Kuko’s routine over the past few weeks.
Shorinam was a celibate — a eunuch in fact. An enlightened master like Patanjali no longer had to suppress his desires. All desires arising from an enlightened master’s mind were spontaneously right, in full accordance with natural law. The servant though was quite a different matter. A servant must repress these distracting urges and focus fully on service to the master, devotion to the master being the quickest of all methods to gain full enlightenment.
Guru Patanjali sold techniques of consciousness to his followers. Whenever an Overlord or Demigod sent an attractive female to learn the basic techniques of deep meditation or the advanced siddhis, he would often make them serve multiple lifetimes as his own personal harlot before teaching them anything.
And although Shorinam’s mind was simple, he well comprehended these matters. He was Guru Patanjali’s primary representative lecturer to the deeply ignorant masses, the ‘cattle’ and ‘monkeys’ who were able to identify with Shorinam’s own simplicity.
Of course, Guru Patanjali knew all about the tendency of the ignorant masses to copy the behavior of the enlightened master versus being of service to the master, so he kept delicate matters such as sex completely private. Shorinam and only a few other devotees knew anything of this — well, except for the unfortunate females on the receiving end.
Shorinam enjoyed seeing the happiness and pleasure growing on his master’s face. Shorinam deeply loved his Guru Patanjali, wanting nothing beyond making his master happy. A thrill of excitement ran through him at seeing his master’s mighty phallus solidify into the Celestial and the ecstasy that spread across his face.
“Do you now believe your master is fully enlightened, Shorinam?” Patanjali smugly said, leaning back in his bed, his fingers interlaced behind his head. “We, who are the truly enlightened are able to spontaneously fulfill our every desire. The total potential of natural law is at my disposal. See how I have used my powers to create my own personal Etherial realm, invisible to all but me? And now this is how my desires have been fulfilled.”
Shorinam nodded vigorously. “Besides. Kuko is a mere Panis. I’m a real God. So what can she do anyway, but fulfill my every desire? I am the master. She is the...”
“AHHHHHHHH!” Guru Patanjali screamed. Shorinam had heard the joy of his master’s climax up close many times. Truth be told, when there were no attractive females available, he had learned how to pleasure his master himself.
But when he saw the twisted expression on his face, Shorinam realized this was not a cry of joy. His dear Guru was crying out in agony.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Guru Patanjali screamed again as his body all but levitated off the bed. “Make it stop, make it stop.” Patanjali’s eyes bulged as he wildly jerked his body to the balcony.
Shorinam frantically ran around the room, knocking over tables and chairs. Finally, he grabbed his Guru’s phallus and jerked on it, trying to pull it away from whatever was harming him.
“Stop, you idiot. Stop!” Guru Patanjali shouted as he beat Shorinam around the head and shoulders.
Guru Patanjali panted; saliva trickled from his mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and regain control of the situation. When he glanced
at Kuko’s balcony, he saw how his manhood had been trapped. Three nude women stood there, leering at him.
“Go to the other end, you stupid fool. Make them stop. MAKE THEM STOP!”
Shorinam sprinted to the door, but his brain could not keep up with his feet. He slammed headlong into the door and fell to the floor. He jumped to his feet, jerked the door open, and sprinted out. Then he stopped, remembering he should lock the door behind him.
Patanjali forced himself to look back at Kuko’s balcony. Salecia was holding the end of his penis securely, while Kiena held a slender tube with a broad concave cap. Patanjali recognized the device as one used by the Satanists.
She worked up some saliva and spit on the tube. He could do nothing but watch as this Panis monster slipped the tube into his urethra until the cool metal cap rested on the head of his penis. He counted the seconds, sweat pouring off his face.
Kuko looked right at him, her body no longer green but rather molten silver with rage. A smirk came across her face as she flicked her silver hair out of her glowing eyes. She tripped the mechanism.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Patanjali’s scream hurtled Shorinam through Kuko’s door. The three women had his master’s manhood woven through the bars, and three toroidal rings…
BLOOD! He could see his master’s precious blood.
… there were SPIKES in those rings, stabbing his beloved master’s penis, preventing him from retracting it.
Some sort of device was chained to the balcony handrail. The slender tube shoved into the penis also had spikes, backwardly aimed barbs such that it could not be removed. The implementation of this mechanism was obviously the source of his master’s last explosion of agony.
“What are you doing, you stupid females,” Shorinam screamed as he ran toward the balcony.
The tip of Kuko’s sword appeared at his throat. He tried to run around her, but at every turn, her sword was there to greet him.
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