Don't Label Me! (8 page)

Simon merely smirked and nodded.

Roger returned his focus to the exquisite
pleasure that was now stoking an inner furnace that threatened to
engulf him. “Please!”

Sathi giggled. “Oh that was only entree.”
Rising she offered Roger her hand and led him towards the large bed
that took up most of the cabin space. The covers had been folded
and put to the side. Only the silken sheets and pillows of deep
burgundy adorned the space. “Come, lie on your back. I would so
like to continue my dance.”

Roger wondered how exactly she was going to
do that on the bed but the answer came as she artfully encased him
in a condom, straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his
waiting cock. “Yes!”

Sathi smiled with satisfaction at his
exclamation of pleasure. As the music started on a new tune she
began to rotate her hips, winding around his cock first clockwise
then anticlockwise. When she'd tormented him enough that way, she
began a different move. Raising herself almost off his cock and
then forcing herself back down his length to the gratifying sound
of his groans.

“
Bloody hell!” Roger had never
experienced anything like this before. He was being ridden,
controlled, his body taken for both her pleasure and his. If his
cock and balls got any tighter he feared he might explode but...oh
well...what a way to go.

Simon knew his moment had come. “Sathi, roll
him on his side, facing you. Take the middle of the bed.”

Sathi smiled to herself. Simon had told her
about this type of play. He'd prepared her for it by making her
occasionally wear a butt plug while she rested. Then he'd
introduced her to the forbidden pleasures of what he was about to
do. She didn't look up as he made his approach behind her. She
simply felt the mattress give as it took his weight and knew he was
there. She kept her focus on Roger. He was her pretend client
although as this session had gone on she'd ceased to see him that
way. Treat him as if he was the only man in the world. The mantra
played in her head but know it looked like she might have to extend
it to include not one but two survivors of her imaginary holocaust
She opened her mouth to receive Roger's questing tongue even as she
felt Simon at her rear.

Roger gave a start as he felt a sudden
increase in the tightness of Sathi's vagina.

“
Relax Roger.” Sathi reassured “This
is also a dance. All you need to do is withdraw a little as he
enters and vice versa.”

“
Bloody hell.”

Roger was swearing again but Sathi knew it
wasn't in anger. She murmured a groan as he followed her
instruction.”Yes, like that, don't stop.”

Pinned between their two alternating power
strokes she could do little but yield.

Part of Roger didn't want this heaven to end
but the other, lower part of him, pleaded for release. Need
bordered on pain. “Please. Give me that damn permission now.”

Simon laughed, even as he channelled his own
impending release into a tantric mind orgasm that would spill no
seed. “Come now.”

A surge of power ripped through Roger as
whatever mental block had been in place broke, pulling him to the
other shore. As he came up for air he realised he was never going
to be the same again.

Tyra wobbled as she broke from the memory
but Simon caught her. “I've been remiss.” She swore at herself in
dismay. “I haven't been giving you guys everything you deserve.”
She knew in her heart now that she wanted them to know they were
the only men in the world. “Will you train me to do better?”

Simon gently touched her cheek, beaming at
her. “You are already perfect, precious.”

“
But that single minded
focus...”

“
Only requires your
intent.”

“
Well I want to practise.”

Simon chuckled. He'd have to thank Hideo
later for suggesting he share those particular memories rather than
try to explain. He needn't have worried about Tyra being jealous.
Intuitively he'd already known she wouldn't be. Her depth of
compassion and love was too deep to respond any other way. Yet his
rational mind had worried. He was more than glad that logic had
been wrong. “Dungeon or bedroom.”

“
Dungeon I think.”

“
Lead the way.”

Polemarch looked up, somewhat amazed as the
whirlwind that was Sakla stormed into his office. The man hardly
ever left his bunker this days. Since the Malakim had started being
freed he'd become increasingly neurotic, adding ever greater layers
of security around him. “Sakla?”

“
Why haven't I had an update? Smith
should have settled in by now. He should have had some intelligence
to send us.”

Polemarch was ever so glad Sakla couldn't
read his mind. The truth be told Smith had integrated with his Din
overself who, surprisingly, had turned out to be female. There was
no doubt on anyone's part that if Sakla had gotten wind that there
was an exceedingly rare female Din in their midst he would have
attempted to mate with it. Smith had protected her and kept her
hidden but in the end the risk of discovery had been too great.
Polemarch and the goddess who had transformed him had decided to
send the resulting she-male to Boswell for hir safety. He'd
explained away the sudden transfer of Sakla's personal assistant
with a half truth. Smith was now in Boswell, just not as the double
agent Sakla believed. Having been cleansed of their karma the two
beings who were now one would no doubt be making a new life in a
land far from Sakla's reach. For only an advanced soul could cross
the interdimensional portal into Boswell.

“
He's well and I believe Simon intends
to give him a position as personal assistant to his female mate.”
No harm in telling the beast that. There was no strategic value in
that truth.

Mr Sauros seemed to relax slightly but
didn't seem entirely appeased. “Well just so long as he keeps us
abreast of their movements. I don't want any more of those
interfering bastards freed.”

“
They're in another dimension now, how
is that a problem to our operations?”

“
What! Are you becoming soft in the
head as well as everything else that's up with you. They won't
stop. They'll gather their numbers and then they'll evict us. Mark
my word.”

Polemarch was pretty sure that wasn't the
plan of the combined forces of the other sentient beings on the
planet. The irony was that it wasn't Smith who was the plant, it
was him. Since an ancient sentient being named Silwa had
enlightened him he'd become not only beyond immortal, what Silwa
called a meta being, but had realised his place in the scheme of
things was, at least for the time being, to stay Sakla's general.
Here he was best positioned to advise the others while appearing to
still be his gnarly old psychopathic self. Some of his actions of
late had lost him Sakla's trust. Sakla had even tried to punish him
by killing his body in attempt to send his Din oversoul back to the
purgatory of the between, to wait for a new host body. It had been
when he survived that attempt that Sakla had discovered his
immortality. Even the stone fire weapon Sakla had used hadn't
harmed him. But while Sakla might no longer trust him he now knew
that Polemarch had a history of the Din's collective crimes against
humanity stashed somewhere for immediate release if anything
happened to him. That bit of wiliness had allowed him to retain
Sakla's grudging respect but for how long? Time perhaps for a plan
B or even C. “I've been thinking, since our base in outback
Australia is compromised it might be a good idea to establish a
replacement.”

“
I can see the logic in that. Anywhere
in mind? It would have to be out of the way so that our spacecraft
could come and go freely.”

“
I'm thinking a disused underground
mine could easily be adapted for our purpose, at least giving cover
while we build the base. There are any number of abandoned mines in
the rugged area west of Boswell. It would place us where we can
keep an eye on their comings and goings.”

“
How can you be sure that the
Australian government won't cotton on to what we're about? We don't
exactly want them knowing we're there, not like last
time.”

Oh he'd make damn sure they knew they were
there. He'd speak to Andrew himself. “The economy in that area is
in a bit of a pickle. Many young people have moved elsewhere
looking for work. Officialdom is pretty desperate to attract new
investment. The politicians won't look too closely at a mining
operation being reopened and the environmentalists won't protest
because we'll choose a site that's already pretty trashed. If we
promise to make a modest attempt to rehabilitate the site that
should be enough to show our good intentions and get even them on
side. Throw in a research grant to study the habits of endangered
eagles that nest in the area and we’d have the deal cinched. The
site I'm thinking of is rich in copper. There's still plenty of ore
there: we just need more efficient ways to get it out. Our
scientists have some thoughts. We'll have our new base and we'll
make money in the process.”

Polemarch read the trail of thoughts running
through Sakla's mind. No bureaucratic red tape of objections to
work through, check, out the way, check, good cover story, check,
money making, check. He saw the precise moment Sakla made his
decision.

“
Do it.” Sakla spun on his heels and
stomped out, back to the security of his office.”

“
I'll see to it personally.” Polemarch
whispered behind his boss's receding back. In fact he'd make damn
sure that the site became his own personal bunker and base of
operations, from which to start divesting Sakla of his global
empire. Now he just needed to work out which of the Din infected
souls in the organization he trusted enough to offer the Goddess's
mercy and take them with him.

George finally found Simon in the most
likely place, the kitchen working with a mortar and pestle. “Mixing
herbs?”

“
I’m not much into commercial curry
mixes. They put cayenne pepper in them. The stuff adds bite to be
sure but it can also damages human cells and make people inclined
to anger.”

“
Hot under the collar.”

“
Yes exactly. Chillies are from South
America. They weren’t part of the original ancient Indian Sattvic
cuisine. Not that I’m a purist but I think really hot peppers are
best used for external purposes, neuralgia and the like, unless you
desperately need a herb to thin the blood. Anything that causes
contact blisters, like the fresh juice of cayenne peppers can do
isn’t meant for human consumption. Turmeric, ginger, cinnamon,
cloves, cumin, cardamom, coriander seeds, black pepper, fennel and
caraway seeds were the spices commonly used in the ancient
recipes.”

“
You don’t use much black pepper
either I’ve noticed.”

“
It’s alright to help open up the
energy meridians but too much on its own tends to disturb the
mind’s clarity and peace.”

“
If you’re immortal why worry about
what you eat?”

“
It’s all energy on some level.
Everything has a vibrational quality. Like all Malakim I seek to
raise my vibrational frequency, to evolve ever closer to the
all-spirit.”

Made sense to George but something nagged
him. “Then why did the Aztecs use hot chillies?”

“
For the exact reason I avoid them.
They were cultivating an aggressive warrior culture that worshiped
blood and death. Even though we visited them and tried to teach
them to give offerings of flowers and fruit rather than human
sacrifice.”

“
The legend of Quetzalcoatl. He gave
up in the end didn’t he?”

“
The time wasn’t right. Black magic
sorcerers ruled them then. Their descendants still control the
organised crime gangs in Mexico city and beyond, the Din taking
their cut of the profit from their crimes.”

“
What’s the difference between Aztec
human sacrifice and the sacrifices that have been made to free
Thex’s team?”

Simon glared. “There’s a rather big
difference between risking your life, as an offering, to save
someone you love to the wholesale mass murder of the unwilling. And
you’ll note that all those who offered their hearts blood to save
the Malakim are still alive.”

George didn’t like that he might have
offended his friend. Time to steer the subject to what he really
wanted to discuss. “Speaking of saving Malakim...”

Simon nodded to a map at the end of the
kitchen bench. “I’m not offended George. It was a reasonable
question. Take that map to Doc, he’ll know where to go. I’ve marked
the spot.”

George unfolded the map and smiled when he
spied the highlighter marking ‘X’. But aren’t you coming?”

“
I need to do my regular check on
Kaleem and Trian. You don’t need me. Take Melissa with you
though.”

“
Melissa? Why? I doubt Rob will let
her out of her sight anyway and then there’s Adin.”

“
You’ll need her, trust me. Rob’s
quite capable in the bush, even if he’s never seen a jungle. He’s
been learning even more bush skills off Sarah. As for Adin, it’s
time he visited with Crystal and Sky. Sally won’t mind.”

“
Won’t Kit want to come if Doc’s
going?”

“
Kit’s got her hands full for a few
days, giving some of the town’s kids a fuller understanding of
Asian history. I expect she’ll have all the after hours marking and
teacher meetings that Hideo usually contends with.”