“Rex?” Fay cocked her head in question at the mission interviewer. Even though her physical eyes were closed and her mental vision was still focused on the people engaged in sex, she could physically speak to Rex. “Did you give me the right coordinates?”
His irritation was apparent in the loud breath he released before answering. “Latitude 37.169 north. Longitude 104.5 west. These points take you to a place called Trinidad, Colorado.” Rex’s usual soft monotone had returned. “Report what you see.”
No, this can’t be where they want me to be. Fay shut down her mind’s vision and thought of the location she’d been given. If she couldn’t get there by coordinates, she’d free flow the thought of Logan Abán’s den. When she opened her mental vision once again, she was still looking at the same three people in their sex romp. “Well, I guess I’m here.”
“What makes you question your given location?”
Fay shrugged, not trusting her interviewer any more than she did her government these days. Times had changed. A person couldn’t trust a family member if it meant a son, mother, or cousin could make their station in life better by betraying the most insignificant information about a person’s unhappiness with the government. A simple word of complaint could result in accusations of treason very quickly.
“Nothing really.” She shook her head to let Rex know it wasn’t important. Once again, she couldn’t help but focus on the naked threesome in front of her. She’d heard the surviving Airbornes wore rugged skin garments. Well, the durable leather items the men removed did indeed match such sturdy clothing, though she didn’t consider their appearance rugged. Instead, she thought their clothes were rather provocative.
She found it interesting she’d never been told the Airbornes treated their women so rakishly. Two men taking a woman at the same time was considered disgusting, uncivilized, and barbaric. But something about this sexually free and deprave world of the Airbornes fascinated her.
“Mind traveler, are you at the proper location?” His returning harsh tone made her involuntarily cringe at his sharp words. “Are you in Logan Abán’s den? Yes or no?”
“Yes!” she squawked, unable to keep her annoyance hidden. The interviewer’s insistent voice kept distracting her from the lusty vision. He was almost as good as a torsion field when it came to disruptions. Just give him something to shut him up. “It has to be the right location, Rex. When the cowboy walked in, he had on a leather hat and pants.”
“The he you’re referring to…would that be our target, Logan Abán?”
Oh God, nothing is going to stop his incessant chatter today. Fay ignored Rex by closing her field down as much as possible and moved her energy closer to the three people near the desk. It was a chancy move for her to make since she had a proclivity for the erotic, forbidden taboos. That secret side was tempting her to merge her energy with the woman’s so she could actually feel rather than register the experience. The overwhelming urge to participate was compelling. Something about the scene in front of her was intriguing and stimulating her in ways she’d never imagined it could. Fay watched intensely as the woman sucked the man’s penis in deeper and deeper. She really looked like she was enjoying it. What could be so gratifying about sucking on that thing?
The woman drew his member into her mouth with such passion. Fay couldn’t help but stare. She dared only to fantasize about a man rubbing the head of his member over her lips. Never had she considered actually putting a shaft in her mouth. Her heart sped up. What was stopping her from vicariously experiencing sucking on him? All she had to do was tap into the woman’s life force.
She placed her biophysical hand on the woman’s shoulder and gasped at the intensity of the emotions. The woman’s lust hit her like a shockwave, instantly filling Fay with desire and a need for satisfaction. There were other overwhelming sentiments—loving and being loved by two men. Fay wanted to explore this more, but the sensation of a hard penis thrusting in her mouth was distracting and intoxicating. It was so powerful it gave her a craving for real sex. Fay swept her tongue over her bottom lip, lost in the sensation of soft skin moving over the rigid muscle of a man’s erection. The feeling was something she hadn’t expected. A sexual warmth ran through her physical body.
“Mind traveler, are you focused?”
The interviewer’s abrupt intrusion startled her, causing her to withdraw her hand from the woman.
“Huh?” She grunted, still too caught up in the memory of the thickness and length of the man’s manhood to respond to her interviewer’s question.
“Viewer Avalon?” His irked tone jolted her to attention.
“What?”
“Is the man you’re watching the one in the satellite image I showed you before the mission started?”
“Oh. No.” Neither of the men were Logan Abán, she was sure. The image she’d been shown of Logan made her feel exposed. Even in the picture, his probing green eyes pierced her soul. There was a truth in those eyes, and how could she forget the uniqueness of a man who wore a feather attached to a small braid in his hair? She couldn’t. The plume dangled down from just above his left ear into the rest of his straight blond, shoulder-length hair. Logan wasn’t a man easily forgotten, and just the sort of man she’d like to experience some of her most forbidden fantasies with.
Rex cleared his throat, drawing an answer from her.
“They look like Airbornes, but…” Fay paused, too embarrassed to tell the interviewer the man was in the middle of gratuitous sex with a woman and another man. It wouldn’t take a lot for Rex to figure out she’d been shamelessly watching them all this time.
“But what?” Rex’s voice faded into the background again.
The mind controlled everything when traveling in this dimension. Unable to resist the urge, Fay changed the angle of her view with just a thought. She was curious what the cowboy with the sapphire eyes was doing behind the woman to make her moan with so much pleasure. Fay gasped. He was moving a phallic-shaped device in and out of the woman’s anus. Her quim twitched with desire as she watched him pushing and pulling the apparatus. Moisture soaked her panties as she realized it had been in the woman’s rear for the entire seductive interlude.
The pounding of her heart made her breathless as she watched the young man remove the pluglike thing from the woman’s backside. He slipped the swollen head of his shaft in, and the woman moaned. Fay’s core responded with a flutter. Little by little the man inched himself deeper into the woman until he seated himself to his testicles. The woman began a slow rhythm of long strokes by rocking back and forth on her hands and knees as the cowboy latched onto her hips for the ride.
A flutter tickled in Fay’s stomach when the cowboy stroked his fingers up the lady’s back then down and around to fondle her breasts. He jiggled and massaged the woman’s big, gorgeous breasts. He moved his fingers down stimulating the woman’s clitoris, which made Fay’s clit throb with a need for the same. The woman’s quivering breaths turned into heavy pants. Fay crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together in hopes of extinguishing the spark smoldering there.
Envy coursed through Fay. It was evident the woman was euphoric with what they were doing to her. It was a feeling Fay had never felt while engaged in sex. Not even the Dirt Dweller men who loved their wives would think to stimulate their woman’s clitoris or preform anal intercourse.
Sadness crept through her. The three people she watched were considered barbarians by her society. But unlike the civilized men of her world, judging by the amount of time these savage men were taking to preform, and the attention they were giving her, they knew their woman had sexual needs of her own. Their love for this woman was plain to see in everything they said and did.
“Traveler Avalon. Fay!” Her interviewer intruded into her thoughts again. “What are you seeing? What did you mean when you said he had a cowboy hat and pants on?”
Damn, did I slip and say “had”? She was a spy. They couldn’t judge or condemn her for reporting what she
saw. So she confessed. “He…he’s removed them. He’s involved in intercourse with a woman performing fellatio on another man. I’m still looking for—”
“What? A ménage?”
“Ménage?”
“Three people having sex is called a ménage. That’s disgusting but expected of barbarians. It has to be Abán.”
Fay’s energy vibrated erratically. She’d just told the interviewer neither of the men she watched were Logan. His insistence one of the two men had to be Logan annoyed her, or was her reaction something deeper? She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so protective of the Airborne, except for the insinuation only a man like Logan would be involved in a ménage.
“Move your focus,” Rex demanded rather than asked. “Do you see the safe anywhere? I need your focus on this mission, not on the smut. Look for the safe. Set your mind inside it and tell me if you see their plans of assault.”
The only thing the cowboy was assaulting was the woman’s bottom. Curious, Fay wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s penis inside of her there. As a mind traveler she could experience more from this mental level than she could in the physical world. Right now was the perfect opportunity for her to vicariously expose her energy to what the woman was feeling with the cowboy’s member buried deep inside her. Instead, because of Rex’s impatience, she pushed aside her desire and did as instructed.
Refocused, she moved her view to the wall behind her. There it was, the safe she’d been sent to find. She centered her consciousness inside the safe. In this dimension she wasn’t burdened or limited by the lower five senses. There was no need for artificial light for her to see inside the safe. Her view was always illuminated so checking for the information her government sought was easy.
The arousing scent of sex faded, replaced by the musty smell of old paper she sensed inside the safe. The smell told her these documents were authentic. Even after all this time, it was still sometimes amazing to her to be able to smell and manipulate the physical world with her energy whether or not another being was present. Seeing several parchments, she used a telekinetic-type ability to unroll one of the scrolls. The paper screamed its age as it crinkled with each inch she unrolled. The sound was another confirmation, her first deduction of originality was correct. Scanning the first document sent a shockwave through her, draining away every ounce of desire. It gave credence to what was before only a suspicion. She arched her brow on seeing evidence her Underworld government had indeed once ruled aboveground—something they’d long denied to their citizens. Why would they lie to the Dirt Dwellers about that? What is the government hiding?
She reviewed more of the documents. They suggested a secret past. These official papers said her government had underhandedly used their general population’s, those now known as the Airbornes, hard-earned tax dollars to build the luxurious underground cities where only the privileged Dirt Dwellers now lived.
This was an unethical act if true. Instead of preparing everyone for the coming Earth changes, the governments and main religions of the time purposely hid information about planet Nibiru’s future crossing orbit. They knew it brought doomsday to Earth every thirty-six hundred years. The pages stated their reason for allowing most of their citizens to die was to control the population growth and the races. This kind of information could cause a revolution if her government was guilty of murdering innocent citizens. The documents said the Underworld government could have prevented two-thirds of the population from dying, but they chose not to. Was it possible these documents were right? Did her government have previous knowledge about the apocalypse? Had the elite at the time moved below the surface for their personal protection and left the masses to die?
Fay felt a sudden wave of nausea hit her physical body. Someone was lying about their history, and she was getting a sinking feeling it wasn’t the Airbornes. What infuriated her most was seeing the reports that proved what her Underworld government had long denied—they wanted the surface of the Earth back. Her heart pounded hard when she scanned a document written in Landen Reto’s handwriting. In ways that smacked of cowardice, her ruler was ordering secret missions of genocide to conquer and take back Earth’s surface for the Dirt Dwellers’ use.
The plan was to use the four photon airships the Underworld had to inject fluoride into clouds and moist air currents that traveled across the land as a fog, dropping acid rain into the water supplies. This fluoride poison in the water would kill most of the Airborne population. There was another plan to release a deadly bird-flu virus into the air. Another plot existed to infect the Airbornes’ food supply with biohazardous waste.
The rest of the scrolls confirmed how the Underworld government manipulated everything to the advantage of a chosen few. They’d staged religious dissention. Created a financial collapse of the world economy, poisoned the food supplies, and created weather conditions to aid the natural disasters. They willingly used genocide to bury their deceit and lies by never warning the people a natural phenomenon would soon destroy most of the planet.
The Underworld government started their new puritan world on deception. They willingly killed off two-thirds of their own people by remaining silent and then disappeared into the safety of their private underground world to wait out the surface’s purification. They gave a false history of their beginnings to the later generations and preached honor, truth, and brotherhood. Three things her government knew nothing about.
If what these documents said were true, she and the Dirt Dwellers had been betrayed, not only by their own government, but also by five or more generations of their own relatives. Fay’s gut gnawed at her, telling her something wasn’t matching up. If this information about the Underworld government was false, why would the Airbornes lock it away? People only secured things that told the truth and had devastating implications.
She’d been chosen for this mission because her government believed she would be discreet. That she’d keep quiet about anything potentially damaging she saw. Her energy surged with affront. This information was not what she’d expected to find. If it were true, and it appeared to be, she’d have no choice but to seek out the secret group called Freedom Fighters. They were supposedly a resistance group who believed in honor, truth, and freedom. It was rumored they sought to overthrow the Underworld government, who it seemed believed more in “do as I say, not what I do”.
If the rebel group was as big as reported, she would give them this information to expose the truth to the Dirt Dwellers. By revealing the real facts through the resistance, there would be more support and belief by the citizens than if she stood alone pointing a finger like a disgruntled employee.
Long ago Fay learned her government wasn’t all they claimed to be, but she hadn’t expected this much evilness. She needed to verify the facts and gather tangible proof of intent to use as solid evidence to back up any accusations she might make. Then she could stand up and fight the real enemy—her ruler Landen Reto with his greed for power and control.
Her interviewer’s suspicious voice intruded on her viewing. “Did you find the Abán safe?”
“Ah, yes.” She used the sweetest tone she could to hide her true feelings. She couldn’t let anyone know the truth until she was certain about the data.
“Are their attack plans inside?”
“So far, all I see is a lot of useless information.”
“Really?” He didn’t sound convinced. “There should be a lot of important documents inside.”
“This might be important for them, but not to us. Unless the planting seasons of certain vegetation in soil has suddenly become important to our hydro farmers. There are lots of how-to documents,” she lied. “Hmm, let’s see what this one is.” She scanned through a few more documents. The file labeled ND Airport caught her eye. It showed a massive area with six runways and several buildings. There were strange filter systems farther out that didn’t look to be a part of the airport itself. Underneath the onionskin paper of this document she saw The New World
Society ~ Dirt Dwellers. Her throat suddenly went dry with astonishment.
“Rex? Do you want to know about the effects on fence posts buried on a full moon?” She tossed out a bit of Airborne trivia she knew to make him think she was reading a document on the phases of the moon. At his snort, she shrugged her physical shoulders.
While still focused in the other dimension, she flipped the thin, waxy paper to see the blueprint of her underground city below an aboveground airport. All land entry points to the Underworld were circled in red. In the margin, “Points to activate” had been written and signed in the now-famous handwriting of Landen Reto’s great-great-grandfather, the Underworld’s worshipped ruler at that time. Sometime later, judging by the different inks and stroke marks, most of those entry points had been marked over, she assumed by the Airbornes, with big black X’s and “genocide points” scribbled next to them.
Fay scanned the documents. She couldn’t believe, nor did she want to believe, what she was seeing. All those times she’d wondered why every steel, rock, and concrete tunnel leading out of her world had a sprinkler system was now eating at her. Had her government exposed the Airborne survivors to a killer virus under the guise of being sterilized by the sprinkler system to purify them of killer bacteria?
Her stomach tightened, and the taste of bile burned at the back of her throat. Now more than ever she was determined to discover who was telling the truth. “Hmm, sorry, Rex. The documents you sent me for aren’t here.”
“All right, return to your focus to this dimension. Obviously our contacts are getting the wrong information.”
Fay returned her energies to her physical body. She felt disappointed, tired, and weak. She needed something sweet to eat to help revive her, but didn’t have time. It was now imperative she stand up for what was right. Ingrained fear made her hesitate before she found her courage. “I think it’s time for me to take a physical mission into the Airbornes’ world if we’re ever to find what we’re looking for.”
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