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PART 6B: PRIESTESS OF PAIN
CONCLUSION
The Problem With People:
Rogers arrived punctually with his
girlfriend at noon. He was short and
slender, with a vain waxed mustache
and black hair fringed with silver at
the edges. It was a phony silver that
he applied to his hair every morning
to make himself look more
distinguished. His girlfriend Tina was
a green eyed, sexy redhead prone to
giggle at random intervals.
One rule usually applies when trying
to assess people for the first time: the
ratio of inner to outer quality is
seldom equal to 1. The general
tendency is for a strong inequality to
exist between what is on the outside
and what is on the inside of a
person. Great beauties are typically
bimbos without a single intelligent or
reflective thought in their heads.
Great minds are typically nerdy non-
descripts unworthy of a sneer in a
third-rate beauty contest. Seldom do
profound inner and outer quality join
in harmonious union. Ryn was that
exception. Simon Rogers and his
girlfriend Tina were not.
"Hello Simon" Ryn greeted him in an
alluring voice. She ignored the
bimbo.
"Hi" he said, hesitantly. Today his
greatest fantasy would be realized by
the most beautiful woman he had
ever seen. Simon was falling under a
spell and his mind felt like it was
already hypnotized.
"Are you ready to have some fun?"
Ryn asked him while holding his gaze
firmly in her own. Tina stared at her,
her face starting to burn with envy.
All women either envied and hated
or admired and loved Ryn. Tina was
now feeling the first pangs of hate.
Unconsciously her hands curled into
fists.
"Yes Ryn.....I've been waiting for
this day for a long time." Simon's
voice was deep and sharply
inflected. Ryn nodded to him
politely. She respected the fantasies
of her male clients. Realizing their
particular fantasy was a special
satisfaction to her.
"Simon I would like you to hold this
for me for a while, until I need it."
She reached into her desk drawer
and removed a curved knife made of
genuine Damascus steel. The metallic
texture of the blade was woven into
countless fascinating whorled
patterns, like a fingerprint of God. It
had been forged in the 17th century
by none other than Assad Allah, the
great Persian craftsman of that era.
The handle was solid silver carved in
the likeness of a grinning serpent's
head. It was beyond price. Only a
Philistine or naif would sell it for
mere money. No one in the world,
even with the latest technology,
could duplicate the quality of
Damascus steel and its famed razor
edge, so sharp that it could slice a
butterfly in two and each half would
continue flitting through the air not
realizing they had been cut. An old
saying held that to see the edge of a
Damascus blade was to see Death
himself. Trained blademasters
avoided the unlucky sight and never
allowed the shadow of a blade to fall
upon their face.
Simon felt that the opening move of
some hidden ceremony had just
occurred. He reached for the cold
steel and was startled by its weight
and heft. "You.....you want me to
hold this for you?" he asked,
uncertainly. Ryn smiled her assent
and ignored Tina's curious green-
eyed stare.
A small silence fell in which everyone
present felt the magnitude of their
undertaking. Ryn permitted it to
linger for a moment, letting Simon
absorb the significance of what was
happening. Then she spoke.
"Well, let's get going. We have so
much to do this afternoon." Ryn
flashed him a brilliant smile that
illuminated the entire room for a brief
second, then spun on her heels
quickly and led them towards the
office exit. On the way she grabbed
her coat and some papers. George
stood to the right of the door and
she motioned for him to open it and
come with her.
"Who's the kid?" Simon asked. He
was confused. The script called for
him, Ryn and Tina.
"A technical consultant needed for
the work." Ryn would say no more.
Simon would do as he was told, and
wouldn't be allowed to ask any more
questions. She was running this
show.
They boarded the elevator but
George was surprised to see that
they were going up. Ryn had
inserted a long metal key into the
control panel. She turned it all the
way to the right, to "R."
George stood at the back of the
elevator. Simon and Tina ignored
him, while Ryn watched him with a
faint smile on her face. Tina was
directly in front of him and had
removed her coat. She wore a tight
miniskirt that clung to her luscious
ass like wet paint. Her delicious
figure and ample bosom excited him.
Ryn seemed to be silently
encouraging him to savor every
curve on Tina's body, and she gave
him a wink when he finished eying
her gorgeous legs, as if to say 'try it,
you'll like it'.
They stopped and the doors
opened. He was startled by sunlight
streaming into the elevator cab. A
high-pitched whirring sound burst
upon his ears. They were on the roof
of the building, 110 floors and 1,000
feet above the ground. A Huey-Bell
9000 was waiting for them. Two
men in black uniforms stood by the
entrance to the helicopter. Ryn led
the way. George hurriedly put his
new leather trenchcoat on. He now
looked like a technical expert he told
himself with a smile.
* * *
They were flying at 2,500 feet and
300 miles an hour. Lincoln Park was
below them. Three attendants stood
inside the crew compartment hanging
onto support straps bolted to the
walls. Their black uniforms were
odd George thought. The only
insignia they bore was a pale flower
on the left breast, over their heart.
Lilac he told himself, and he mused
upon it for a moment. It reminded
him of something. He knew that no
military or security force in the world
used a flower for its insignia. He
wondered why.
Ryn and her companions were
seated in comfortable first-class type
aircraft chairs. Simon seemed lost in
a dream and he fondled the
Damascus blade with both his hands.
Tina was casting flirtatious glances at
George. She was going to need a
new boyfriend soon. Ryn's eyes
were closed and she relaxed back in
her seat. George couldn't tell if she
was concentrating or dozing. He
turned back towards the long
window in the side of the chopper.
He recognized the neighborhood
below.
"George." Ryn beckoned him over
to her, emerging from her yogi-like
trance and clutching some printouts
in her hand. He went to her seat.
"You are one impressive little
fellow!" She was holding the results
of his testing by Hal.
"Hal tells me you are about four
standard deviations from the mean.
Every field of human endeavor is
open to you. There is nothing you
can't do, nothing you can't be if you
want to." Her face beamed with
pride. It was a miracle she had found
him she thought to herself.
He was surprised. Three in every
100,000 people tested at that level.
But he thought again of what a waste
his life had been prior to meeting
Ryn. He would still be on the streets
even now but for her.
"Thanks Ryn. Thanks for everything
you have done for me." They spoke
in muted voices just loud enough to
be heard above the low rumble of
the helicopter blades. A lump
formed in his throat. Many people,
perhaps too many, would find him
strange for feeling sadness at hearing
what should have been good news.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed
it tightly while staring at him silently.
He thought he saw a profound
sadness in her own eyes at that
moment. She knew he told himself.
She alone in the world knew what
his life had been like, the terror of
being alone in a crazy world filled
with darkness. Despair had never
been far from his thoughts during his
time on the streets. Frequently he
had seen an old man, haggard and
cruel, with wild white hair and dark
glittering eyes. He had seen him in
alleys, dead end streets and other
odd corners of the city. He did not
know the name of the old man. He
did not know where he came from.
He did not know the old man was
Death.
But Ryn knew the idiot cruelty of the
world, that would punish Mozart and
Beethhoven with poverty, laugh at
Kurt Godel, bring Galileo to his
knees, ignore Tesla, and ridicule
Pasteur. In modern times for every
real genius basking in the sunlight of
public recognition and approval
three suffer in silence and obscurity
and fight for their bread, or languish
in lackluster jobs far below their
ability.
In a world with six billion people, the
unerring statistics of the Bell Curve
required 6,000 true geniuses. Where
were they Ryn noted bitterly. Where
was the world hiding them? Her
sister had been one, and she had
been destroyed by whim, a casual
casualty. But the world would not
crush this one she vowed. Oh no.
She would protect him, and give him
his chance. Though it is not given to
man or to her to control life, still she
thought to herself, one may plant
seeds and hope that they will grow.
She cradled his head in her arms for
a moment, and he mumbled a
question to her through his tears.
"Why is life so hard Ryn?"
But the answer was given long
before, and she did not remind him
of it. He would find out for himself.
She remembered the words of the
reply, and said them to herself -
'Man is born to suffer as the sparks
fly upwards.' "
Cold Steel, Hot Ice:
Liquid nitrogen begins to boil at
minus 300 degrees Fahrenheit.
Below that temperature it exists as a
brittle gelid ice. To be kissed by
nitrogen ice is to be burned as by a
bitter flame, and the wound is
treated in the same manner as a
burn. But the ice preserves life as
well as wounds it. The bodies of
many rich incurables sleep in
cryogenic chambers around the
country, awaiting a future technology
to restore life and health to their
ailing bodies.
Ryn had modified the Machine
Room drastically. The machine itself
was gone, and in its place stood a
giant cauldron filled with boiling
liquid nitrogen. Special vents carried
off the nitrogen gas, preventing the
people in the room from being
asphyxiated from lack of oxygen. In
front of the giant stainless steel bowl
was a swivel chair similar to those
found in dentist's offices. The entire
room was flooded with a bright
florescent glare, banishing every
shadow.
"Simon why don't you have a seat.
Tina can sit next to you. I'm going to
change." Ryn turned away from them
and gestured to George that he
should come with her. They heard a
distant drone through the walls of the
house- the helicopter was leaving.
She closed the door to the Machine
Room and escorted George into an
adjoining room. One wall was
transparent, made of special glass
that could acquire any color on one
side while remaining perfectly
transparent on the other.
She pointed to a chair by the wall.
"You can sit here and watch us
George." Simon was laid out
sideways to his field of view, and
was seated only 3 feet away. He
would be able to see it all. The
whole experience was starting to
excite him. He was going to watch
another man lose his most precious
flesh. How it would be done he
could only guess.
"Don't speak or make any sound.
This is going to take about an hour,
maybe more." Ryn pursed her lips
and glided out of the room, closing
the door behind her. He got
comfortable in the leather recliner.
All he needed now was some
popcorn he joked to himself. What
was she up to with that boiling vat?
Ten minutes went by. Tina sat on
Simon's lap fondling his hair. She too
was excited. Simon had thrust his
cock into her many times, but after
today he would never be able to
again. She wondered what it would
feel like for him to be unable to
release his sexual energy.
Ryn reentered the room. She was
clothed in a long black robe dark as
midnight and her pale white face
shone starkly against it like the moon
before a perilous eclipse. Stars
glittered in the benighted tresses of
her long hair. She had pinned many
diamonds to hold it in place. Simon
was deeply aroused by the sight of
her. She seemed a very Priestess of
some dark religion disdainful of mere
men. Her cool gaze clutched his
trembling soul in its keen grasp.
Simon was caught in her spell.
"Let's begin. Simon I want you and
your girlfriend to get naked. Now."
Her words were spoken in a soft
sibilance and both of them obeyed.
Despite her earlier hatred, Tina was
also under Ryn's spell and would act
as her instrument in these
proceedings. Simon was hairy all
over. George was treated to the
sight of Tina disrobing and revealing
her succulent flesh to his feasting
eyes.
"I'm going to check your vitals
Simon and then we are going to get
you settled in here. Give me your
arm."
Ryn's touch was cold and
impersonal. She checked his blood
pressure, pulse, and pupil dilation.
His skin was pallid and dry. Against
his will he was becoming erect. Ryn
finished checking his vitals and
suddenly gripped his cock with her
right hand, squeezing it, examining
the skin minutely, with the same
close attention shown to a prisoner
about to be executed. There would
be no escape for his penis.
"Very well Simon. Everything is
fine." She released him. He had
grown rock hard while his organ was
in her cold hand, and now he was
throbbing. But soon he wouldn't
have to worry about embarassing
erections in public ever again.
"We are going to do more here
today Simon than relieve you of a
troublesome bit of flesh. I want to
commemorate it for you.....preserve
it as a trophy of your act of
sacrifice."
"What do you mean?" he
stammered. The boiling vat was a
mystery to him. But he would not be
allowed to talk any further. Ryn
secured him in his chair. He resisted
slightly in his confusion, but she
overcame him easily. Most of the
time her strength was spent holding
herself back. Black leather straps
secured his arms and legs. Another
strap went around his neck and then
she gagged him. Simon started to
twist and turn, but Ryn tightened the
straps and his frantic motion was
soon stilled. Finally she pushed a
steel ring around the base of his
shaft, securing it against his groin.
"Well Tina, it looks like your man is
ready.....and he seems to be liking it
so far." Ryn said with an ascetic grin.
His cock was more tumescent than it
had ever been and pointed up at his
face. Each beat of his quickened
pulse made it throb. Ryn reached for
a black velvet cloth nearby. A small
hole was cut in the middle of the
cloth. She draped it over Simon, and
worked his erection through the
small hole. Now his entire body up
to his neck was covered from sight.
Only his penis poked up above the
smooth dark velvet fabric. It looked
so rididulous and appeared to both
women as a superflous member.
Tina giggled almost against her will.
Simon was starting to panic. He saw
how absurb his penis appeared, how
separated it already was from his
body. He wanted to stop this right
now and go home, but the gag in his
mouth muzzled him effectively.
Ryn wheeled the boiling vat of liquid
nitrogen over to Simon's chair. She
was cautious and moved it slowly,
being careful not to dislodge the vent
hoses that drew off the nitrogen gas
and vented it through holes in the
ceiling to the outside. Simon could
barely move his head to see what
was coming towards him.
A drain was at the side of the vat,
and Ryn connected a clear plastic
tube to the spigot. The other end of
the long tube was the same diameter
as Simon's erection. Suddenly Simon
realized this as Ryn brought the tube
closer to his organ and he started
moaning and trying to thrash about.
This amused the ladies present in the
room. Tina was desperately excited.
"Well Tina, it's up to you now. Do
you feel like giving Simon here some
last pleasure before we freeze his
prick?" Ryn spoke in a lilting, teasing
tone that simultaneously excited and
intimidated Simon. He yearned for
one more orgasm, and the thought of
his organ being frozen into ice made
his hip movements frantic.
"I just want to tease him Ryn. Then
put that tube on him and let him try
to come on his own." Tina was cruel
in her lust. She hated Simon's tiny
little four inch prick that seldom
pleased her. It was time for a
change. Now it was Simon who
would not be pleased.
"Go ahead then....but don't let him
come." Ryn was in control of his last
pleasure.
Tina leaned over Simon, and he just
had time to admire the curve of her
hips and her beautiful, full sized
breasts when her mouth swallowed
up his organ and began licking it with
her tongue. She gave him several
slow flicks, daintily nursing his prick
with tantalizing tickles, but not
enough to coax an orgasm from him.
It was maddening. He tried to move
or increase the friction in any way he
could, but Tina laughed and he felt
her mocking tongue continue to
lightly stroke his cock. Even her
laugh teased him as the vibrations of
her voice oscillated his sensitive
flesh: he felt the laugh with his cock
even as he heard it with his ears.
Her tongue lightly flicked over all his
most sensitive spots, focusing on the
lower base of his shaft. She went on
like this for twenty minutes,
withdrawing or biting him when she
felt he was going to come, and
increasing her strokes when she felt
him becoming exasperated from the
teasing pleasure. She had him just
where she wanted him and now it
was her turn to tease and disappoint
him instead of the other way around.
Finally she withdrew.
"Ryn I want him wet from my cunt
before you cut him. I want him in me
just for a few seconds."
Ryn smiled and nodded her assent.
Tina lunged up onto the chair and
squatted over Simon's lap.
"Well honey, this is your last time to
feel the inside of me." Her grin was
more than he could bear. He
watched as she lowered herself onto
him, allowing his organ to poke
inside her wet cunt for the briefest
moment. Slowly she eased him
inside and he felt his cock
penetrating deep into her. She
squeezed herself closed around him,
kissing his penis goodbye for eternity
with her cunt muscles. Her warmth
bathed his organ in bliss, warming it
and exciting him. He lusted to begin
pumping her but she was in control
and he was helpless, unable to move
even a fraction of an inch.
"Oh, you want more don't you
Simon?" She undulated her hips,
stretching his cock from side to side.
The ring at the base of his shaft was
starting to bite into his flesh as his
erection swelled from pleasure. She
took him deeper inside of her,
conceding another stroke to him,
then lurched up. His cock popped
out of her cunt with a wet sucking
sound. He gasped in disappointment,
again trying to lunge upward with his
hips and get back inside. She tittered
in laughter and Ryn smirked at him.
"It's time" she said.
Simon struggled again. Cold air
mocked the heat of his penis, and he
saw how the pink shaft emerged
from the black robe that concealed
his body. It looked like it belonged
to nothing. It was totally vulnerable
to the women in the room.
Ryn approached him and reached
for the tube connected to the vat of
liquid nitrogen. Simon's eyes were
wild in fear. She lubricated the inside
of the tube with vaseline, then eased
it over his protruding member. The
tube was clear plastic and they could
see his pink cock being swallowed
up by the tube. He tried to resist the
pleasure he felt as it moved over his
cock like greased rubber. Ryn
locked the end of the tube against
the sealing ring at the base of his
shaft. All that remained was to turn
the spigot and his cock would be
bathed in supercold nitrogen.
"Simon I encourage you to try to
come one more time if you can. It
will be your last come. And I want
to show you what the liquid nitrogen
does to whatever it comes in contact
with." Ryn spoke in measured tones
as if addressing a wayward pupil.
On a table by one wall of the room
she picked up a package of kosher
hot dogs. She removed one of them
and approached Simon, holding the
six inch long piece of meat against
the tube that imprisoned his penis.
Both women laughed when they saw
how the hot dog was longer than his
erection. Simon felt humiliated.
"I think Tina is going to prefer this to
you Simon" Ryn joked. Tina thought
it was hilarious. The hot dog was
almost the same shade of pink as his
cock. Both were made out of meat,
and soon Simon's prick would be
even colder than the hot dog.
"Watch this Simon." Ryn donned
heavy white gloves made of insulated
fabric. She gripped the hot dog in
her gloved hand and reached over
the vat of nitrogen. Slowly she
lowered the hot dog into the vat until
half of it was submerged inside the
boiling cold liquid. Then she
removed it and brought it over to
Simon.
"Look at this. Only half the hot dog
was submerged but the whole thing
is frozen. The nitrogen is supercold
and convectively sucks heat away
from everything close to it. My hand
would be frozen solid too if I had not
worn gloves."
Then she held the hot dog over the
tiled floor. Ryn let go and it fell to the
floor and shattered into hundreds of
pieces. It had been frozen solid and
was as brittle as ice. Simon would
have gasped at the spectacle if he
had not been muzzled. But again he
began moaning from his throat.
"Now come on Simon...to use a
double entendre." Ryn tried not to
giggle at her own black humor but
couldn't help it.
"It would be so nice if we froze it in
the middle of an orgasm. Tina why
don't you try twisting that tube back
and forth. Maybe it will tickle him
enough so he won't be able to resist
coming." Tina reached for the clear
plastic tube and began twisting it
quickly back and forth, like turning a
doorknob.
Simon hated the pleasure but
couldn't resist it. Each twist of the
greased tube pulled on his flesh
deliciously and it was almost like
being back inside Tina's tight cunt.
He was going to come. He
succumbed to the final pleasure
helplessly.
Ryn watched his organ trapped
inside the tube. As soon as she saw
semen spurt from his cock she was
going to twist the spigot open and fill
the tube with liquid nitrogen. It
would not only freeze his cock
perpetually at the moment of
orgasm, but it would also act as an
anesthetic, numbing any pain that he
would otherwise feel. It would also
numb his last pleasure.
Simon's movements became
ecstatic. As if sensing the finality of
this last sex act, his cock was giving
him more pleasure than it ever had.
Tina was twisting the tube faster,
swirling it around his cock. Suddenly
he felt the first premonition of
orgasm deep inside his prostate. He
whined in fear and anticipation. The
first pulse of semen shot from his
cock, splattering against the far point
where the tube curved upwards
towards the vat of nitrogen. Ryn
twisted the spigot as Tina continued
to twist the tube around his shaft.
She was fascinated to see what was
going to happen when the ice cold
nitrogen hit the passionate meat of
his erection.
A second spurt of semen was jetting
from the tip of his penis when the
blue ice-cold fluid kissed his cock,
searing it with cold. In an instant all
of the heat in his shaft was sucked
away as the cold made the tube
contract and tighten around his cock.
His orgasm dissipated with a slow
aching glow. His prostate continued
pumping semen up his urethra, but it
was damned up by his frozen cock
and surged backwards. He felt his
own body stifle and swallow his last
orgasm. He stared in shock at the
tube now filled with blue churning
fluid. All sensation was gone from his
penis. He was stunned. For the rest
of his life he would remember this
moment.
Ryn pushed a button near the base
of the vat. Vacuum pumps whirred
into action, sucking all the liquid
nitrogen from the tube. They all saw
his cock emerge from the fluid. Its
skin was a deep shade of blue and
from the tip a pale white flower of
frozen semen sprouted. It was an
amazing sight. Simon closed his
eyes. He had seen enough. Tina
helped Ryn remove the tube from
Simon's frozen cock, now locked in
an eternal erection.
"Careful Tina, don't touch it. It will
shatter like glass if you're not careful.
And it will burn you. Where is the
knife I gave Simon earlier?"
Tina found it on the floor and handed
it to her. "Are you going to cut it off
with that?"
"It is already cut off. The line of
frozen flesh is almost at the base of
his shaft, here." She pointed to a line
where pink flesh was abruptly
terminated by dark blue frozen skin.
Ryn wielded the Damascene blade
deftly, cutting through the frozen
meat with an edge sharper than a
razor and more easily managed than
a laser beam. In a moment she
pulled his icy shaft away with a
gloved hand, holding it up for Tina to
gloat over. It was shocking to
consider that only moments before
this organ had been deep inside her
hot pussy giving him pleasure. The
small white flower of frozen semen
was snugly attached to the tip.
"Ohh, it's incredible Ryn. Look at
how his cum was flash-frozen even
as it spurted from his cock!" She
was in ecstasy over it. But she
needed a man. Now. Her pussy was
drenched and aching.
Ryn placed the severed organ in a
refrigerated display case. She would
keep the trophy as a speciment of
her rare work. She turned back
towards Simon. His eyes were open
and he was staring at his organ in the
case, his pupils dilated in shock.
"Well Simon let's get you
downstairs. Don't worry - I'll give
you complete photos of it. Right now
we need to give you a new hole to
pee from" Ryn said. She had set up
a fully staffed operating room in her
basement with several nurses and
another consulting physician. She
pressed a button on what appeared
to be a watch. In a moment two
male nurses entered the room and
heaved Simon onto a gurney to take
him to the operating room. They
ignored Tina's nudity and the strange
condition of Simon. A blue stump
poked up from the small hole in the
middle of the black robe that
covered him. They had seen many
odd things in Ryn's house and were
well paid for their silence.
Ryn turned back towards Tina,
observing how excited and engorged
her vulva was. "Tina you should go
say hello to George next door. I
know he likes you a lot, but he is not
very experienced with women."
Tina giggled again and her eyelids
fluttered. "That cute looking guy who
came with us?"
"Yes. I know he would like to meet
you. Why don't you go see him?"
Ryn asked in her most encouraging
voice. Tina was still under her spell,
and she nodded and followed Ryn to
the door unmindful of her nakedness.
"He's in here Tina. I'm going
downstairs to finish with Simon.
We'll be done in a couple of hours.
That should give you more than
enough time to get aquainted with
George. Remember - he's very shy,
so just give him a big hug." Ryn
knew what George liked and this
was another special treat she had
prepared for him. She assessed
Tina's voluptuous breasts and pink
erect nipples. George would have a
nice nap on them. Afterwards of
course.
Tina blinked her eyes in
understanding and turned towards
the door and entered the room. Ryn
headed downstairs to attend to poor
Simon. George was extremely
surprised to see Tina, and even more
surprised by the warmth and passion
with which she greeted him. During
the next two hours his inexperience
with women was further diminished
in very significant ways.
PART 7: CONSPIRACY THEORY