The Best of Roger Frank Selby Page 2

  She felt him pull back from her. ‘No. Don’t stop!’

  ‘Only a moment, Angel. Don’t move!’ He was taking off his clothes.

  Her dark hair blew around in the warm breeze from the corner heating vent, as she waited, legs parted. Then, through her flying hair she saw him approach. Naked. Rampant. It was wonderful. She got her head right down and prepared to receive him. Hurry, hurry… Through the narrow gap between her hanging breasts and between her opened thighs she saw and felt the broad cock-head touch her body. She was so wet she was dripping. She felt it separate her lips; push through; felt the deep, deep penetration. She cried out in sheer joy.

  She had not had a man since Michael. She needed sex badly after all this time; raw sex for its own sake, just like this. That impulse had brought her here. But this man… This blind man. She had never had anyone like him. He was a far better lover than Michael had ever been – and it wasn’t just because he couldn’t see her – although that did give her this wonderful uninhibited feeling.

  He gently touched her clitoris as he filled her deeper than ever. His big hands with their infinitely gentle fingers were always where she wanted them, touching, stroking, toying with her.

  Often he would withdraw and she was free to suck and taste him (and her own taste on him), without being self-conscious about him seeing her doing such an intimate thing. But each time, the desire to feel him thrusting hard up inside her again forced her mouth to give him up. But now she sensed when he wanted her to touch him, gently holding his balls while she could feel the tip of his cock, high inside her belly.

  Finally he held her to a howling climax with his mobile fingers, thrusting hard and coming freely, deep within her. She in turn powered his spurts with gentle squeezes of her hand.

  Still he kissed her. Long after. Him spent, her leaking onto the rug. He kissed her shoulders, her back and bottom. Lightly, he bit the rounded cheeks.

  ‘Ouch!’ she cried in mock pain. ‘That was solovely…’ She rolled over lazily on to her back, her breasts looking up at him – he unable to see them. She felt a brief sadness. Such a cruel handicap. Then admiration. ‘How do you do it, how do you know exactlywhat a woman wants?’ He just smiled. She looked deeper into his sightless, sensitive face. She reached up to touch it as he had first touched hers…

  Then she heard something. Someone nearby! ‘Hey!’ she almost screamed.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Someone’s here!’

  ‘Where?’

  ‘I heard something – behind us.’ She frowned, unsure.

  ‘Don’t worry, that would be Bess, my guide-dog.’

  She relaxed, but she still hated the idea of being watched while making love (she corrected herself – while fucking). ‘You have a guide-dog?’

  ‘Of course. She helps me out and about. I don’t need to use her much inside the house where I know where everything is.’

  ‘But I haven’t seen her around.’

  ‘No, you wouldn’t. She’s pretty shy of strangers. She keeps well out of the way. Maybe when you’ve been here a few times she’ll come out and make friends with you. My models get on very well with her after the initial surprise.’

  ‘What surprise?’

  ‘Well, she’s an unusual breed for a guide dog…’ that enigmatic smile again. ‘Would you like to see her?’ He called out ‘Bess! Come here Bess!’ A sharp whine sounded from just outside the studio door.

  ‘No, she’s not ready to meet you yet – maybe next time; I won’t force her. Look, can you come back same time tomorrow? I have to take Bess out for a walk.’

  She was both peeved and intrigued. Her curiosity overwhelmed her. Driving just a short distance, she parked and watched for him to come out with his dog. Nothing. Maybe they’d walk in that huge garden of his.

  It was easy to work around to the back, but not so easy to see in. She pushed her way into the high, scratchy hedge and finally managed to get a view of the steps leading down to the lawn from the studio.

  Two minutes later she saw movement behind reflections on the glass studio door. It was opening. A beautiful, completely naked young woman led the blind man carefully down the steep steps. It had to be the other model he still used sometimes – the petite one! She felt a strong surge of jealousy at the sight of them together. Then she noticed the collar around her neck. They frolicked around the lawn a little. She mostly ran, but occasionally dropped to all fours when he was close, allowing him to pat her like a dog. She even squatted down to pee profusely on the lawn.

  The sight sent a flood of conflicting emotions through her, but jealousy and anger rose above them all. Before she knew it she’d burst right though the hedge, tearing the front of her dress wide-open in the process. She didn’t care. ‘You perverted bastards!’ she shouted like a tart. ‘You should be fucking locked up!’

  ‘Angel?’

  She ignored him, focusing on the girl who covered her breasts in fright. ‘And you, you little bitch – I suppose you saw everything when we were fucking in the corner? How dare you watch me!’ The girl whined her fear but stayed down at his side. He held her collar.

  ‘Leave her out of this!’ He calmed his powerful voice. ‘Bess and I have an unusual relationship, sure. I wasn’t hiding her from you: I was going to show her to you, remember? And didn’t you see my car in the drive? I thought you might have worked thatout. A blind man can’t drive any more than his dog can. She drives me around.’

  ‘Yeah,’ she shouted, ‘and you fuckher around in return; all around the house, I bet!’

  Turning on her heel she fought her way back through the hedge, leaving most of her dress behind.

  He answered the door. ‘Yes?’

  ‘It’s me.’

  His made his voice hard. ‘Well?’

  ‘I’m sosorry. I was well out of order. I was just so angry when I thought of her watching me being so uninhibited with you, asking for it like that. I’ve never done anything remotely like that before. I could only do it because you… I thought no one could see me.’

  ‘Are you coming in?’

  ‘Yes. I want to apologise for what I said to her – and you.’

  After he let her in, he touched her face to read her expression. She pressed against him and he was soon fondling her free breasts through the thin sweater. His body began to respond strongly. She smelt different. There was a pleasant leathery smell. ‘You’ve missed something,’ she said smugly. He felt over her again. She was wearing a studded collar around her neck.

  ‘Does this mean…’

  His need for her suddenly became urgent.

  ‘It does. I’m going to be a completebitch this time.’

  The Examiner

  Reluctantly, the Examiner quit the purple sky and settled his craft deep into the clearing. The engines cut, and the slapping rotors slowly released their fury. A glance outside showed the expected monochrome carpet at the edge of the grass – mainly white-garbed women interspersed with the black of their remaining menfolk. The Disciple’s winged-eye logo had them all on their knees.

  After reporting safe arrival at village 921, he relaxed in the afterglow of flight, delaying for a moment the realities of life on planet Eden that would begin on opening the cockpit.

  Too soon, the flash of a blue robe stirred him. He exited and strode towards the silver-haired man coming out to meet him, graciously reducing his vigorous stride to match the Village Master’s dignified pace. ‘Bless the Holy One!’

  ‘May the Holy One be blessed. Welcome to Apostle Creek, Examiner! Your Journey was pleasant, I trust?’

  ‘Yes, thank you Master; I always enjoy my flying.’ They were technically of equal rank – it was safe to be this informal, but first: ‘Lord Sevolian thanks you for your report and sincerely hopes that it is not exaggerated in any way.’ Sevolian’s exact words – standard intimidation a High Lord used on his Village Masters. That was how Eden worked, top-down terror, an unbroken chain from Disciple to peasant.

  ‘I can assure
you it is not!’

  Some of the kneeling villagers stirred.

  ‘Hush my brother, it is his Lordship that must be assured.’

  ‘Of course, Examiner, I spoke hastily, but I am confident his Lordship will be delighted when you take her to him – as I am certain you will. Now, let’s see … all men of military age are off-world on the Crusades, leaving mostly the women and girls. Aha! We are in luck – there she is! When I raise them you will see her. Over there, by the stocks.’

  The Examiner glanced at the frames, manacles and chains. They appeared slightly derelict, unlike the bright metalwork of some zealous villages. It told him much about the place. ‘I see this is not a flogging village.’

  ‘The stocks are rarely used here. Before she died, there was an old crone always insisting I should sentence public punishments – I kept her in check with threats of calling in the Witch Finder!’

  Both men were laughing as they strolled towards the Master House.

  ‘Hadn’t you better raise them?’

  ‘Of course.’ With outstretched arms, the Master signalled the people to their feet.

  Then The Examiner saw her.

  His journey had not been wasted; High Lord Sevolian would be more than pleased to add her to his collection of handmaidens. She was tall and slim-waisted, with the womanly outline his Lordship demanded. Those curves just had to be genuine; village women had no access to the black-market corsetry worn by their richer sisters in Sion, flouting religious law. (For it was written in the thirty-eighth Commandment: Woman, thou shalt not tempt Man.)

  And those grey, penetrating eyes – so distinctive. Not pretty in the usual way. He had never seen a woman remotely like her.

  He tried not to stare, but for a moment their eyes locked.

  She smiled.

  He found himself seated in the Master’s study, a drink of the usual Moonsglow in his hand – he had no recollection of the intervening minute or so, just the knowledge that already she had somehow communicated her … essenceto him.

  ‘You don’t like her, do you?’

  The Examiner realised he’d been frowning. It would do no harm to let him think that – it was amazing what revelations could be brought forth with a little pressure upon an anxious Master. ‘Her face is not as pretty as other maids in his Lordship’s household, and to be frank, her physique may be a little too … well-developed for his tastes.’

  ‘That’s notwhat I heard! Apparently he likes them …’

  A warning glance let the Master know he was on dangerous ground. The Examiner eased his expression. ‘I’ll examine her of course,’ he gestured dismissively, ‘but are there any others?’

  The Master paled. ‘Well, Examiner, I would have thought … Well, yes, there are a couple of other girls who come to mind, not exactly petite– but attractive young women, nevertheless. All of these girls have been on the Alpha education program for the last five summers – I’m sure at least one will measure up.’

  He was beginning to sound desperate, terrified that the Examiner would return empty-handed to his Lord after a long, wasted journey.

  ‘Can you provide a secure place where I can carry out the examinations without disturbance?’

  The Master nodded. ‘Certainly; right here in this study.’

  ‘Thank you.’ He looked at the worried old man and took pity. ‘Let us see how your girls measure up.’

  ‘You mean …?’

  ‘Of course! You are very welcome to observe the examinations.’

  The first girl was summoned within the hour. She had clear blue eyes and the delightful promise of a shapely figure under her best whites.

  ‘Bless the Holy One!’

  ‘May the Holy One be blessed, Master.’

  Fifteen Eden summers, her file said; just over twenty standard years old, thought the Examiner. She would’ve been snapped up and married summers ago if the Disciple hadn’t conscripted all the younger men for his crazy interstellar crusades. She looked up at him, bursting to find out the real meaning of all this. From that too-innocent look in those blue eyes, he thought she had a good idea already.

  ‘You may rise,’ said the Master. She arose with a rustle of linen. ‘My guest has been sent by High Lord Sevolian himself!’ Her mouth opened in awe.

  The Examiner unfastened his case. The girl’s mouth opened further as she saw the shallow crown with its diamonds, sapphires and emeralds. He carefully placed the glittering device on her head. She remained quite still, staring at him as if there were no one else in the world.

  ‘I am the Examiner. The Master has gone and we are alone. You will only hear me when I talk directly to you. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Good. When I take the jewels off your head you will remember only a wonderful experience. I am going to ask you to do some unusual things, things you may never have done before. This concerns your oath of fealty. Do you remember your oath of fealty?’

  ‘Certainly, sir; Obey ye and follow in joy, without question or doubt, the orders and guidance of thy appointed Lords.’

  ‘Good. His Lordship requires me to examine you. Go behind that screen. You will find a chair and robe. Leave all your clothes on the chair and put on the robe.’

  She went behind the screen.

  ‘Great Lord! So thatis the “Probe” … she will remember nothing?’ the Master whispered.

  ‘Only because I asked her.’

  ‘My God! The ultimate control …’

  ‘It is merely a tool, nothing “ultimate” about it! Like any tool it must be used with some care. The jewels are genuine. Electrodes stimulate hormonal flow and heighten suggestibility but the subject remains fully conscious as you can see. She cannot be made to do anything that is fundamentally disagreeable to her.’

  She emerged in a short robe. The Master stared. Bare arms and thighs were rarely seen in his puritan society.

  The Examiner was very calm. ‘Come to me. Don’t lower your eyes. Good. There is something you really want to do. You want to show me your body. It is quite all right; I would like to see it.’

  After a slight pause, she gasped, ‘Yes, sir, I really would.’

  ‘Then hand me the robe.’

  * * *

  It was late morning in the long Eden day when Andromeda was summoned. She dropped to her knees at the sight of blue robes.

  ‘Please stand.’

  She stood and smiled that smile again. Close up, her physical presence was almost overwhelming, but the Examiner began his routine. Somehow it seemed crude and inappropriate for a woman like her. Now here she stood in the same robe that had briefly covered the other two girls, but he hesitated to bare her to the old man.

  ‘Shouldn’t she be nude by now?’ said the Master, talkative with the Moonsglow, and the confidence that the girls couldn’t hear him. ‘I can’t wait to see her tits; they must be fantastic! Sevolian will be unable to resist them, I’ll wager! After all this feeling and fooling around I’d like to see you actually spear this girl. Like to poke-in myself, for that matter, but his Lordship would have our balls for bangles, eh? Ha, ha!’

  ‘We mustn’t rush this one, Master.’

  ‘Oh? Why not?’

  ‘Remember, basically they must wantto be examined, and the suggestion takes time to sink in. In this case I sense a reluctance.’ It was a lie. He knew her feelings by the look she gave him. But she was special. He could not examine Andromeda with this drunk about to paw her. Something had to be done.

  ‘Master, come a little closer to us, I want to try something.’

  ‘Ha, ha, always, ready to try something … Hey, what are you …’

  The Examiner swiftly removed the device from the woman’s head and planted it on the Master’s. The Master stood still, his head slightly tilted to one side, looking like some senile monarch.

  ‘Master, you are feeling extremely tired. In a few moments you will sleep in your chair, and when you awake you will remember that we examined Andromeda exactly l
ike the others. I let you touch her as much as you wished, and you were very pleased with her; she was exactly as you’d desired. Now sit down … that’s good. You will now fall into a very deep sleep, and if I don’t awake you earlier, you will sleep until the study clock chimes the sound of midnight.’ He carefully removed the crown from the snoring head and put it to one side.

  Andromeda was holding the thick sweep of dark hair where the device had rested. ‘How do you feel?’ he said with infinite kindness.

  ‘I … I can’t remember what I’m doing here … this robe … I don’t have anything on underneath …’

  ‘You have a headache?’

  ‘Yes, a bad one. I hardly ever have them.’

  ‘I’m so sorry Andromeda; I had to quickly remove a machine that was on your head – a kind of hypnotic probe. The headache will fade in a few minutes.’ He looked at her as he gathered his thoughts. She gazed straight back at him, trusting him.

  ‘Andromeda, sit with me.’

  They sat on the large sofa, away from the sleeping man. ‘Listen carefully; I have much to say. I’m going to tell you many things about this world – the not-so-beautiful Eden – the real world outside this village and the way it is run. I’m going to tell you who controls it, and why I am here. This is all very dangerous knowledge – I am heavily involved with evil, the evil that wraps this planet like a cloak.’

  Andromeda listened for more than a standard hour. Who was this tall, dangerous-looking visitor in his blue robes who spoke so well and openly to her? She began to find out. He seemed quite different to the few Holy Men she’d seen or knew of, such as the Master or the Disciple (whose picture hung in every dwelling-place on the planet). She hadn’t realised that Holy Men could be so young. Before today – right up to the moment she had seen him dash youthfully out of his flying machine, there had been no other man for her other than Gareth, away on Crusade, but this intelligent, sophisticated man was in another league altogether.

  He told her many things; about his mission, about the Probe and the other girls, about the High Lords and their harems of women; about the tyranny of the Disciple. Finally, and with obvious sensitivity, he told her of the lies and fairytales of the religion she’d grown up with. How it had been cynically patched together from the worst parts of old Earth’s religions to enslave Eden, and now, through the Crusades, to try and conquer other settled worlds and systems.