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ls Workshop) Quest In Reality………-132
‘Ah, you are sliding away; keep your mind on me.’ She lightly kissed him and continued again …’
‘As I was telling my girls are not ordinary human beings. Each one had achieved laurels, in her profession. They are the cream of the world, in beauty, brain and sensual accomplishments. They are extraordinarily more developed in the faculty of their senses. Their powers of smell, taste, hearing, sight and touch are ten times clearer than the best in the world. I could pick only twelve women from all over the world. But one thing is common in all of them: none is competent in more than two faculties. Not any two are similar. Out of these ten girls are novices who have undergone the first part of my experiment and the remaining two, which you might have observed by the reddish outfits, are the seniors who are rather my co-sharers. They were the best in their respective disciplines.
For the last one year, I have been slowly and slowly injecting in them, under the trained supervision of my partners, dozes of energy till their bodies were able to stand the temperature of 110 F. Now all the ten are able to maintain this level of temperature for the duration of three to five minutes. In the remaining two months of their first year course, they shall be able to enhance their duration to twelve minutes and that is their limit. After that not only they will live for over hundred years but shall be able to keep the same looks and personality provided they don’t overstep their regimentation …’
‘But how you figure in all this?’ She immediately kissed him fully in the mouth to shut him up.
‘Don’t hurt me. She whispered over his full lips. All of sudden she whimpered in his arms and there was quiet in the room.
Her house, a mansion was not only built aesthetically but seemed a part of the natural surroundings. Though, there were modern gadgets fitted everywhere but the inhabitants did not use them. They were living in natural way. No use of fuel, no electricity, no firewood, absolutely no use of modern facilities. No modern furniture, floors were covered with thick Persian carpets, locally made workable furniture, very sparsely utilized. Only hand-loom cloth was used for curtains, bed sheets and other utilities. There was no kitchen in the house, so use of fuel was out of the question. No cooked food was prepared nor eaten. They were all living on roots, and fruits, grown in the estate. Even dogs were vegetarian.
But for a guest, there was every imaginable luxury in the house. They had their own generation of electricity, from a small dam built on the river, streaming nearby.
Kamani was really on to something serious and the way it looked to Dev, a startling discovery was waiting for the outside world, about which he was unaware.
‘Kamani how is the outside world, if there really exist one?’
‘O.K., I will show a sample of it, right now. So saying she took him to a dark room which looked like an auditorium, reclining chairs were arranged facing a big screen. While entering the room she switched on a few buttons in the backroom. Live pictures came on the screen, sequence-wise. A glassy pent-house in Copenhagen (Sweden): A competition is on for a record of maximum duration of copulation. A live telecast being relayed to whole world by a network of television cameras. Eight couples unknown to each other were taking part. At last, a boy from England, a girl from Paris won by registering time duration of four hours, nineteen minutes. Kamani was acting as commentator. (A real episode)
Another scene; ‘An Inn outside Paris’
A woman alights from a big car, goes in, and pays some money to the man on the counter. He takes her to a room. She is blindfolded with a black ribbon (untying from her hair) and lies down on a cushioned sliding bench. Seven naked men enter and start caressing her body three on each side and the fourth standing at her feet. One by one, each one of them 'service' her body. As the positions are changing, the tempo of caressing, massaging goes a little wild till it reaches a level where instead of gentleness in their touches, roughness is gaining ground. A height is reached when the participants are torturing her with their strong and, gnawing teeth and merciless jerks. She is screaming and screaming but the game does not stop, nor does she want them to stop. Suddenly, she goes limp and lights are put off in the room of the inn. (A real scene but intentionally depicted in brief)
‘Please stop. I can’t bear it. I am feeling sick, where is the bathroom.’ He goes out running with nausea catching him before he enters the toilet.
His head was terribly aching but the vomiting would not stop. Kamani was lightly slapping his back. Massaging his abdomen after he had kicked out everything in him, he controlled his guts and followed Kamani to the room.
‘I warned you not to bother of the outside world. All has gone topsturvy. Sex, money, cruelty, corruption, unhealthy competition, that is the by-word of society everywhere. Forget about the world for the time being at least, till you recover yourself and are ready to face it with the instruments you had developed in your past life and with their help and use, you could face it boldly or could adjust with it. But now you have lost the use of your tools by the loss of memory. So you are not ready yet. Relax and enjoy the nature. Sleep now, I will bring your dinner later or you would rather join us in the lounge.
He nodded and she bid him speedy recovery.
Tbc…..