CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mar. 12, 2002
Back in Blue Cove, Roderick greeted Paul, and after a few words of the usual salutations referring to their destiny as leaders of mankind, took out the Council's disc of the airport meeting and lowering his voice just a slight, demanded, "So you did see Lady M. Why did you not eradicate her or delay her at least where I could have the honor?"
"The willing calf climbs more readily into the rope, Roderick," Paul sneered as he put down his briefcase, took out a cellphone, and opened the back cover to show a small object the width of a fine needle, "I decided to create an illusion to betray her. I planted this on her when she was not looking. By now, our Species will know where she is."
"And the tracking device is undetectable?"
"—to the Sapiens, yes. The mechanics worked well in creating it."
They walked down the street, mimicking the actions of humans who had not seen each other for years, the hugs, the smiles, the recollection of events such as football games, high school reunions, and on occasion when someone got too close, saying something like, "And I thought you were going into advertising!"
"Frederick's almost saved for his house," said Roderick.
"—ah yes, I know the son of Lady Angela and her Favorite. That makes him of the Raised Class. Because of his progenitor, he is not of the Chosen, nor is Jeremiah for that matter. There are particular dwellings in Blue Cove and in Delaware since we have our presence here."
"The Council is adamant on this tenet, Paul. The children of Lady Angela and Jarod will never have ownership of what Sapiens call mansions or castles. These only are for those like us who are born free. Frederick and his concubine and their children, and his personal bond male, Giuseppe, and his female who has already conceived, need a place suitable for their state."
"I know he cannot be eligible for a house suited for one born of free parents, but it doesn't say what style of house. We can perhaps give him a split- level, the appearance of wealth but at a reasonable price," Paul said, "and one can build suites in the basement so if they need to destroy the top level, they can hide where at least, Frederick's children will be given accommodation."
"Lambourni has a mansion that the Centre gave him to lure him to their cause and failed. We will give the house to Geraldo. He will not object and I am sure Lambourni will like that house we built back in New Jersey. I have already sent workers to make it more amenable to one of greater wealth. Lambourni will keep his name on the title and his other sons already have their houses assigned."
No one else wanted the one in Blue Cove except Geraldo who having been in Mexico knew nothing about his four infant true siblings almost dying in New Jersey. Besides, they were now all right, and Lambourni had blackmailed The Centre to build this house in Blue Cove to his specifications and sent them the bill, which rather angered the Parkers.
Miss Parker had figured it did not concern her that since this Lambourni was going to be a Centre lawyer, he did deserve a rather luxurious estate. Raines, however, was furious and could have arranged for Lambourni to, conveniently disappear or wind up drowned in the bay, but he was dealing with a Mafia mouthpiece and ambulance chaser even though a minor one.
Raines's underling, "Mini me' as Antonio Lambourni had called him, told his master, "There would be too many questions and the lawyer mailed out copies of the same letter to various organizations with the 'In case of my death or eventual disappearance'…"
"We all know the story," said Roderick, after hearing Paul's rather accurate account about Lambourni's Blue Cove mansion, the steps he took to ensure that it rivaled even Mr. Parker's house and that it was the type movie moguls wanted to show as a typical residence of an evil crime lord intent on world domination. He did not question how his true associate who usually traveled between Las Vegas and Los Angeles knew these things. Paul being head of the Chameleon Program was able to get information where few could. "How are you going to replace the house, considering the restraints?"
"We decided that the New Jersey house had a swimming pool, done in early twentieth style, so we decided to retain that as fitting to Lambourni's status."
The house was old, equivalent to a three-room house with a furnished basement, but Paul had decided on a few improvements. Those humans who visited Lambourni did not have the tolerance to the elements, "as we do, so we have used the super-insulted panel equivalent to those of the Northern regions of this planet. The rooms will then be enlarged and if the Sapiens inquire, we will install certain equipment to make them believe the floors are heated." With recessed lighting, bookcases to hide hidden rooms, computer, and work- rooms appearing as of the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, the design, "will make the Advocate pleased and he is the Chosen of the New York, New Jersey. One must stay close to his territory." He gazed at one of the houses where a young Dominant was busy adjusting the cables to the Dish on the roof. "I see Giuseppe's quite busy. Soon no matter how far the humans hide, we will be able to find them."
HeHjjH opened the door to their headquarters. They walked down the corridor and entered a room where male and female Dominants were engaged in their next project. There were also Homo sapiens in the room, but they were not in the position to do anything. One was strapped to a table and another to a chair with electrodes attached to their bodies. Both were unclothed.
"How is it going?" Roderick asked one of the Dominants.
"We duplicated the human version of the Neogeneis drugs used on our captive brethren to remove what they consider most favorable, free will. Humans value that most. I believe that he is ready. The one seated now has his intelligence but is like an animal in choice of will." The Dominant clapped his hand and the one in the chair removed his electrodes. "Now cut off your right finger."
The man obeyed.
"And your right hand, throw it on the floor and now put your arm up to your elbow in the sink, the one filled with water."
He did so. They waited, for even though the man screamed, he willingly held his hand in that position until the water had turned to blood and at last, he collapsed, dead, his arm hanging into the sink.
"Who was he?" asked Paul Sedona.
"He was a Centre sweeper as is the other one. We have another test planned for him and so have kept him at one point zero. I am sure Jarod, if he were here, would appreciate it. I have heard that sapiens cannot control their emotions."
"A weak species," said Paul, "with certain exceptions."
"Like your concubine who perished. I console you on your loss."
"She did save my grandchildren from Kevin, a rogue like Randall Lynch was. I curse him. Now why would Jarod appreciate this?" It was then he turned to see a beautiful female Dominant enter the room.
"Clarissa is ready for conception and has agreed to take four of our orphaned small ones as return for the task. You might enjoy the irony of the human subject. Protected by a mother who hated the touch of her mate; kept from a certain education course designed to show young humans the errors of choosing a wrong partner and a life of amusement; if he did mate with a female and his memory was erased as in the case of Jarod, we could not ascertain. He did join a monastery, one that encouraged the life of a hermit."
"A most amusing scenario," said Paul, "I suppose he was unfit for the strict life of the monastery."
"Yes. He was too eager to kill— a perfect candidate for the Centre, too bad for him."
They watched with impassive eyes as Clarissa ran her hands over the strapped man, watched as she aroused him, and got on him. He moaned in ecstasy as her hands found sensitive parts of the victim, using them, her hands brushed his chest as he voiced his delight. Her lips kissed his, her lips gradually going over each part of his body, her tongue licking him, and her eyes watching that part below his waist.
"The reaction of humans, so uncivilized, so barbaric," said Paul. "We would have more control."
She continued with her attack, the victim's penis swelled to almost bursting as he hoped for the final release that did not come. By now, his eyes filled with fear and panic and he moaned, "Please!" that brought a sneer to the two watchers. Still, she continued with the hardened kisses, the cruel lips, the roving hands.
The Dominant experimenter spoke coolly as if discussing a harmless scientific experiment. "Clarissa is waiting until he feels horrific pain. Look at his eyes and the monitor, his heart. Rapid movement, the results of intense activity. Most die unless they are prepared."
Now it was assumed that Dominants could go longer than Sapiens in the manner of intercourse and that they could attain the heights without the torment. However, it was not so. Dominants felt as much pain when not getting relief from intercourse as the rest of mankind. The one thing separating them from the rest of humanity was their relentlessness in wishing to torment past the point of extreme agony. Of course, this did not apply to their true spouses, but only to their captives, pets, slaves, and even Favorites and only a Favorite of the New Species could endure it. There were exceptions, but they were unusual. It was said that such carried the future seed of Dominants and after two of three generations, their descendants would be the New Species without venturing into Dominant held territory.
"What about Rick, given to Pamela when we rescued the Chosen?" asked Paul.
The victim felt as if he would burst and Clarissa held the man's hands tight so he could not alleviate his agony. They wrinkled at the smell for the Dominant female waited until the last possible moment to attempt conception. They would need a major clean up. Homo Sapiens were so filthy.
"Rick? Pamela is as good as Clarissa. Of course, he was prepared and told what would happen to him. I heard she has him now licking her feet," said Roderick.
"Very appropriate actions for a Favorite and more I suppose."
"Unlike the male consorts of our own species, the humans need alcoholic stimulants when certain actions are performed observed, but a few beatings convinced Rick. I watched her overlapping his penis and the medicals made sure he did not remove himself. Pamela has already borne two sets of small ones. The first are already in the Progeny program. We will rule in the Kingdom of man." Roderick now turned to the reactions of the former sweeper.
"Please no! Don't," screamed the captive, but Clarissa was merciless, working on his male member, increasing the blood supply and thereby its size.
"He can't last long. It will not be pleasant. Do you wish to observe closer his misery?"
"I have half forgotten how imperfect a species these Sapiens are," said Paul.
They came closer and listened to Clarissa explain the captive's reaction. "He pants like a rotten pig," she said as she manipulated the man's reactions.
It could not last long, they knew. When it was over, Clarissa just kicked the man's body to the floor where Roderick vaporized it. "And homo sapiens believe they get to heaven by this method. A fantasy for something used to procreation."
With the instinctual knowledge of all Dominants, Clarissa proclaimed the results. "I have conceived. What will be their fate?"
"We will see they are never Raised," said Roderick to the woman who nodded. "We need a new stock of clerks and drivers. Perhaps I will suggest this to Lambourni."
"We will wait for his return, but I heard he says we have enough drivers in those personally owned. Male children conceived by the humans who willingly worked for the Centre can be Favorites, but their issue will never be free through perpetuity. Female children will be joined with other slaves and none of their descendants will be given the honor of being a Favorite. They will do the more menial tasks such as digging the foundations for our establishments. Let that be a payment for the captivity of our brethren," said Paul.
"But we must not punish Sydney, Broots, and the others who loathed the Centre's treatment. Perhaps you shall tell them of their good fortune that any offspring they have will not have to clean the latrines or such disgusting tasks."
"Better keep that silent," said Roderick. "Let them cower in fear and then grovel at our feet before we reveal this to them."
