by Rick K. Reut
The lesson, which could really be reckoned as a reward instead of the chastisement it was intended to be, consisted of rough anal penetration with Controller Globe’s twenty-inch-long penis into each one of the thousand trannies in turn. The Controller took Its time with this pleasantly painful procedure It tried to make even more painfully pleasant by not using any assuaging unguent, lotion or lube, as It moved methodically along the queerly arranged lines of the students’ bare bottoms.
By the time Controller Globe got to the last one, it was already four in the afternoon. The Controller checked the classroom clock hanging over the screen board against Its own wristwatch, which showed exactly sixteen ten, then came inside the booty-full, full-breasted mulatto she-male It was having at the moment, and made way back to the rooftop, where a trans-plane with Director Downing and Adam aboard was already waiting for Its arrival.
“So, how did it go?” Director Downing asked the Controller as soon as the latter climbed into the cockpit.
“On time,” was all Its Freudship found necessary to answer.
“Maybe you want to go down to the cafeteria?” suggested the Director, “You haven’t eaten anything since morning, whereas Mister Marx and I have just had a hearty meal.”
“No time,” cut the Controller, curtly, closing the cabin door, as the trans-plane rose from the roof and split the storm-grey Albion skies.
The reason why Its Freudship decided to defer Its dinner was the same reason It was so short in Its replies. It was too busy thinking, trying to figure out the best strategy for the forthcoming summit, scheduled to take place on Tania Trahova’s territory in two weeks’ time.
The proposed place of the meeting was Minsk, the former capitol city of a once marginal Eastern European country called the Republic of Belarus. The state had achieved independence around seven hundred summers before the Second Coming and ceded it only at birth of the New World State in the year one hundred and twenty-three O.F.F.C. It was currently one of the core points on the borderline dividing the Eurasian Continent into two interdependent centralized regions: Europe and West Asia.
Officially, Minsk was considered neutral ground. But in reality, being located a little over seven hundred kilometers from the key West Asian Center Moscow, it was controlled by Tania Trahova.
Those Russians! thought Controller Globe, with a touch of contempt.
Despite all the gene-engineering and conditioning techniques used on them since the Second Coming, Russians remained radically reactive and emotional in their behavior. Almost like Arabs and Latinos. They were absolutely impossible to interact with, and especially when the matter concerned politics.
“Sometimes I wonder how they manage to make such splendid mathematicians and natural scientists?” the Controller cracked the silence with a chip of Its internal monologue.
“Who does?” wondered Director Downing, giving Gianna Globe an I-didn’t-quite-get-it gaze.
“Russians!” exclaimed Its Freudship. “And that’s despite being so extremely emotional.”
“Russians?! What makes you think of those maniacs?”
“Precisely! Maniacs! That may as well be the reason,” cried the Controller. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a genius, Darlina?”
“Nobody that notable. But really, what’s all the ado about Russians?”
“Nothing, it’s just that…” Controller Globe turned around to steal a quick look at the back seat where Adam seemed soundly asleep after an almost sleepless night at the hotel and a more than draining day on the campus. “I’m taking him to the Controllers’ meeting in Minsk in two weeks. And that’s Tania’s territory; so, It’s probably planning to preside.”
“So what?”
“So, It’s going to conduct the hearing of our case and can consequently influence its outcome.”
“But aren’t such things supposed to be decided by the majority of votes?”
“Technically, yes. But whoever conducts the hearing has a chance to tip the scale. Besides, I can’t convince anyone of the project’s potential success without the Belarusian Technique. And Tania’s also the one currently controlling all the research in that area.”
“So I see,” said the Director. “But what makes you think that Tania’s going to object? Was It against it at the Annual Summit?”
“Well, it’s hard to tell. It didn’t say anything about this particular project of mine, but It did show plenty of aggression against the Islanders on the whole. Besides, being Russian makes It utterly unpredictable.”
“Another mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma?” smiled the Director.
“Indeed. Makes me wish my surname was Churchill.”
There was a short spell of silence, during which the trans-plane entered the air limits of London.
“So, what are you going to do?” asked the Director.
“Wait and see,” said the Controller, seizing the steering stick and switching off the trans-plane’s autopilot. “Wait and see.”
They had to wait two weeks till the Controller finally saw something worth mentioning.
During the first one of these two weeks, Its Freudship flew all over Its native continent, and during the second one all over the rest of the world as part of one colossal promotion campaign.
In course of the campaign, Controller Globe gave countless lectures and seminars, exhibiting Adam at the most notable educational establishments of the New World State, starting with Cambridge and Oxford and finishing with Harvard and Princeton respectively. In between those big four, there were also plenty of other presently well-known and even world-famous high schools, gymnasiums, lyceums and universities, including Yale, Mexico City, San Paulo, Johannesburg, Sydney, Tokyo, Beijing, Calcutta, Jerusalem, Cairo, Stockholm, Salamanca, Sorbonne and so on.
The last lecture was listed to take place on the thirty first of July of the seventy seventh summer of the Second Coming. It had to be read at the European Humanities University in Vilnius, former Republic of Lithuania, and then in Minsk, former Republic of Belarus, from whence it had been banished for political reasons in the year of one hundred and four of the First Coming.
The lecture was read at the rebuilt and renamed building of the former President’s Residence in Marx Street. The Controller chose this particular place to stress the significance of Adam’s heredity, hoping to score additional PR points before the crucial crash test with Tania Trahova at the upcoming Controllers’ Summit in Dependence (former Independence) Square, on the first of August.
Controller Trahova was present at the last lecture, which was a huge success from the public relations point of view. The West Asian Controller even went as far as congratulating Its European counterpart.
“Please, accept my candid compliments. I honestly hope that you’ll be as convincing before the Controller’s Council as you have been here tonight,” It smiled slyly, while the two Controllers were shaking penises after the performance. “Cause if you are, you can certainly consider your case won.”
But in spite of Tania’s seemingly favorable impression and the subsequent welcoming evening orgy in the Minsk Hotel penthouse – right across the road from the former Main Post Office and the current Communications Center of the Country’s Capital City – it was still hard to say whether the West Asian Chief would officially approve of the project’s final phases.
“I like that little imp you dug up at the Isle’s dump, you know,” Controller Trahova continued, sipping Its she-male shake through a thick cock-shaped straw at the Hotel’s bar counter, with a contemptuous smirk carefully concealed in the corner of Its carnivorous mouth. “I sometimes wonder how many times you’ve had sex with him now.”
Gianna studied Tania’s face for some time before admitting that It hadn’t.
“O, come on?! I thought you liked those atavistic freaks. Judging by the way you worry about them all the time.”
“Let’s just say I have my reasons.”
“And those are?”
“Are you actua
lly curious or merely pretending to be, Tania?”
“I always pretend to be something I am.”
“Does it work?”
“Every time.”
“Even now?”
“Even now!”
“Then how come I don’t see it?”
“That’s because you’re looking the wrong way.”
“Well, where exactly should I be looking then?”
“Down there,” said Tania, pointing at Its crotch.
Gianna glanced down and saw the tip of the West Asian Controller’s erected member showing from under Its mini skirt like the head of a huge fat snake.
“Is that also a part of your pretense?”
“A major one,” Tania grinned, grabbing Gianna’s hand and putting it on Its cock. “Think you’ll be able to take it all the way upstairs?”
“As long as you assist me.”
“I don’t know. It feels a little too heavy for me at the moment.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll call a carrier. Or a crane,” gibed Gianna, glancing down again.
“I doubt one will be enough.”
“We’ll make it two.”
“Let’s make it three,” said Tania, standing up and pulling out Its T-phone to speed-dial the room service.
“But really, how come you still haven’t had sex with him, even though almost all your senior staff members seem to have?” wondered the West Asian Chief after the orgy was over and the room service – three young trannies dressed up as chambermaids – temporarily slipped out of sight together with the desire.
The two Controllers were sitting stark naked opposite one another in strawberry-shaped red armchairs around a round glass table, sipping highly nutritious fruit sperm cocktails and chatting.
“Is that because of his looks? I mean that pathetically narrow pelvis and flat chest of his! Let alone the penis, which is just way too far below par! Poor chap! It must be true torture to go through life with such a nightmarishly small member. How short did you say it was, only six inches?”
“I assure you it has nothing to do with his looks. Or the size if his genitalia, for that matter,” said Gianna Globe, coolly.
“It doesn’t?!” Tania seemed truly surprised. “But what else could it be then? Isn’t it the looks and the smell of a meal that makes us want to have it or not when we’re hungry? And then again, even if he does smell as bad as they say they do on those Islands, well, you can always clean him up first, can’t you?”
“Don’t be ludicrous, Tania,” Gianna laughed. Sometimes, these Russians can be quite funny in their own oafish way, It admitted inwardly. “Smell’s got nothing to do with it either. Besides, it’s always interesting to do or have something you’ve never had or done before just to know what it’s like.”
“My point exactly!” exclaimed the West Asian Controller, excitedly. “Just to know what it’s like! Having sex with a naturally born male man may be quite entertaining and even informative. I doubt that it would widen your worldview that much, but one can’t help acknowledging the novelty. So why deny yourself the pleasure?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that I’ve denied. More like put it off.”
“Put it off?!” Tania echoed disbelievingly. “What in the Freud’s name for?!”
There was a tense spell of silence with Controller Globe’s eyes roaming the room in search of a suitable reply.
“I want him to fall in love with me first,” Gianna said finally, closely watching the West Asian Controller’s reaction, which took no time to transpire.
“WHAT?!”
The word was like a cluster grenade, exploding in Tania’s mouth and sending tiny drops of spit all over the place.
“I said I…”
“I heard what you said!” hissed Tania, indignantly. “And if I didn’t know you a bit better, I’d think you’re insane! What the Freud do you need the man to fall in love with you for?! And not only the man! What the Freud do you need anybody at all to fall in love with you for?!”
Red with rage, the West Asian Controller sprang to Its feet and started pacing up and down the room, ranting.
“For Ford’s sake, you’re supposed to know what all Controllers are conditioned to. Romantic love for another human being is nothing but a mental malady! And a dangerous one, too! People used to die of that in pre-Freudian times! That’s one of the reasons we decided to cure it in the first place! The barbaric passions it begets is one of the surest ways to both individual and social instability! And you want to revive this terrible tradition of reciprocal torture!?”
Again, that typical Russian tendency to exaggerate, sighed Gianna, silently.
“Now come on, Tania. Don’t dramatize? I’m not reviving any old torturing traditions here. On the contrary, I’m trying to create a new caring one.”
“By making a man fall in love with you!?” cried the West Asian Controller, slumping back into Its seat.
“Exactly.”
“Exactly!? How is that?”
“Now listen, Tania. Don’t pretend to be even more shortsighted than you are.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!” thundered the hot-tempered Russian Controller, rising from the blood-red armchair like a tsunami.
O Freud, this conversation is turning to a wrong sound track, thought Gianna, making haste to change Its tune.
“Sorry, Tania. I didn’t mean to sound insulting. All I want to say is that, apart from its apparently destabilizing qualities, this subversive emotion also carries a powerful creative core that can be used to our benefit.”
“Which is what?” wondered Controller Trahova, slowly subsiding to Its seat.
“Control,” said Controller Globe, placing Its cocktail glass on the glass table between them as if to illustrate the idea.
“Control?” Tania frowned dubiously. “What does any of it have to do with control?”
“Everything! Romantic love gives the one who is loved power over the one who loves. Power to make one do whatever we want one to do. And the knowledge of this power means even more power.”
“So you want him to do something he might not agree to unless he‘s in love with you?” said Tania, after a short silence, slowly starting to see what Gianna was getting at.
“That’s precisely my point!”
“Hm, and what might that be?” wondered the West Asian Controller, picking up Its glass with a sly smile plastered across Its face.
Controller Globe threw a sharp glance at the door and then back at Its counterpart.
“Can you keep a secret?” It asked, confidentially lowering Its voice.
“I’m as safe as a sperm bank deposit box,” whispered the West Asian Chief, sliding closer to the edge of Its seat.
“In that case, listen carefully,” said Controller Globe, trying to look like It was going to tell Tania the truth.
Chapter Seventeen
The truth Gianna Globe told Tania Trahova on the top floor of the Minsk Hotel on the thirty-first of July of the seventy-seventh summer of the Second Coming was truly true only to a certain extent. To each and every other extent it was a straightforward, steel-cold, carefully calculated lie.
Gianna told Tania that It wanted to gain complete control over Adam Marx in order to satisfy Its old dream of owning a personal sex slave. That is, someone It could keep under lock and key and never share with anyone, thus avoiding the need to struggle against the desire to have private property without openly undermining one of the New World State’s cultural cornerstones.
Wanting to have property, especially human property, was already a crime against society, and was supposed to be punished in accordance with the New World State’s Official Code of Laws. However, when the matter concerned Controllers, everything was a little different. As active legislators, that is, those who actually made all the existing laws, the Controllers were partly above them and could occasionally break one or two with impunity. This, however, didn’t mean that they couldn’t be chastised in much more mild and merciful ways by t
he current Controllers’ Council.
And this was exactly what made Controller Globe’s false confession sound so convincing to Tania, who would never consider it seriously under different circumstances. The West Asian Chief knew all too well how Controllers, as well as all other social members, were conditioned to actually abhor property. But since all the conditioning techniques were developed by humans, and humans had never been flawless in anything they did, these techniques couldn’t possibly be perfect. And so, naturally, exceptions could sometimes arise.
Hearing something like that in a different situation, any law abiding citizen would have to instantly inform the appropriate authorities or risk being branded as an accomplice. But since Controller Globe and Controller Trahova comprised these authorities and since the crime to be committed was purely political, the only victim being an outsider, an Islander, the West Asian Chief couldn’t find much fault in it.
Besides, exposing Its European colleague right after this conversation, Tania couldn’t possibly gain anything as a politician, whereas having Its European counterpart compromised, It could always blackmail Gianna into other actions It might benefit from in the long run. To cut the throat of a long story short, the West Asian Chief decided to keep the implicating information to Itself for the time being. What it did not know, however, was that this information wasn’t actually worth anything, since it was mostly not true.
Gianna Globe deliberately lured the West Asian Controller into believing that It was committing a crime. It did it to conceal Its true motifs, which would otherwise be undoubtedly uncovered by Its pertinacious political counterpart, who simply couldn’t help knowing all there was to know about Controller Globe’s private life for the simple reason that, in a society of all-pervading publicity, there couldn’t possibly be any.
So, it was true that Controller Globe wanted to gain additional control over Adam. However, it was hardly true that It wanted to do it for the sake of turning him into Its personal sex slave. Living in a society where everyone could have anything and anyone they wanted in a minute, Gianna had absolutely no need for getting such a troublesome thing as a private sex slave or any other piece of property, for that matter. Hadn’t the West Asian Controller been so blinded by Its Freudship’s false rhetoric, as well as the stereotypical prejudice that the want to have private property was a mental malady, the logic of which only an insane person could comprehend, It would have seen it too.