Chimera Chapter 10
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Chapter Ten
To say we were shocked would be an understatement. We got back to our quarters after our second day of meeting the other folks down below, walked into our room, and everything was gone. Nothing was left but the bed. I walked back out and only then noticed the flashing message light; a message. Our group was considered to be well enough adjusted to be moved to our new quarters tomorrow; Level 36, naturally. The room had been returned to its original state. The bathroom door was, once again, a closed wall. A light flashed on the terminal as well; this, an encrypted message from Rene. I typed in his code and found that he had expedited our move due to rumblings from the canid psychology group that something was not quite right with us. The `upside' of this move was, like the others we'd visited, our level would be ours to decorate or modify in any way we saw fit.
I suggested we go ahead and take showers tonight so we would be ready to hit the ground running in the morning. We walked back down the hallway to the group shower room. It seems Diego and Lukas had the same idea; when we came in, we heard water running. Rounding the corner to the shower area, we stopped when we saw Diego bent over with both hands on the wall with Lukas behind him pounding away. Diego, looking under his arm, saw us standing there and said "come on in". Michael hung his shorts on a hook and stood waiting for me with his dick pointing at the ceiling, so I dropped mine and joined him. We chose the shower head one space over from them. Michael mimicked Diego, with his hands on the wall and his ass pushed out. I looked at Lukas who just shrugged and never lost his pace. Taking a little dab of soap to slick up his hole, I began working it. It wouldn't take much; he was taking two fingers right from the start. When I pushed in, Michael didn't even flinch; just made a long sigh of satisfaction. I quickly matched my pace to Lukas. Lukas reached over and pulled me next to him, I dragged Michael along. I looked down as Michael and Diego shared a kiss. I reached down and embedded the fingers of my right hand in Lukas' arse crack, dragging my middle finger along his pucker. He responded by increasing the intensity of the pounding Diego was getting.
Michael pulled off me to turn around and suck me down his throat. Diego copied him and took Lukas. This, however, was not what Lukas wanted. He shifted and put his hands on the side wall and pulled my penis from Michael toward his ass. "Is this okay?" I shot to Michael. "This time, I'll allow it as a bonding exercise" he replied. I rubbed my precum and soap mixture over Lukas' sphincter and then plunged in. He sucked in a big breath, but pushed back on me. I began to fuck the daylights out of him; slapping my balls on his ass on every stroke. He tightened up on me as I pulled out each time. I was getting very close. Down in the floor Diego and Michael had fallen into a sixty-nine. I reached around and found Lukas' huge cock; no wonder Diego was moaning. Lukas was easily the most hung of our group at what had to be 20 or more centimeters of very thick meat. I had only jacked him about a minute when he started shooting a volley of cum ropes, painting the wall in front of him. As his orgasm made his back-door clamp on me I started filling him up. The two on the floor were moaning and groaning so I knew they were getting their throats filled as well. As soon as the impromptu orgy was over, we finished up washing and went separate ways. As soon as the fresh air in the hallway hit me, I could smell the faint metallic odor from the shower room. I guess our voyeur needed one more good sex video to get off to before we left for our new home.
The following morning as we were getting dressed to go, our disembodied voice told us we were to report to Dr. Wilson's office for an exit interview. I had a bad feeling about it. We met Lukas and Diego in the hallway; they'd gotten the same message. Dr. Wilson held the door for us to come in; inside waiting were Simon and Travis. My stomach dropped. Just as Wilson turned to close the door, Rene appeared.
"Sorry, I was almost late" he said.
"Actually, you weren't invited" Dr. Wilson said.
"Actually, I am. At my pleasure, I'm allowed to come to any meeting you have; either virtually or in person" Rene said, "it's in the charter. However, there is nothing in the charter about having outside consultants." He looked at Simon and Travis. "Who approved chimera travel above level 31 for these two?"
"I did actually, I can approve travel for a session" Dr. Wilson said.
"Oh, well, if you're having a session with them, my group should wait outside until you're done" Rene said.
"I'll be sending a report to Ilya about this" the doctor said.
"Along with mine about your use of date rape drugs to induce orgies for your pornographic pleasure" Rene said. The dogs shot Wilson a sharp look.
"Oh, did Chris tell you? Those rutting sessions you have aren't just your infatuation with each other. If you had the sense of smell that the wolves here have you would have noticed the metallic smell of the gas being dumped into your quarters" Rene said, "our Dr. Wilson is quite the pervert."
"GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!" Wilson screamed.
He began mumbling some lame explanation to the dogs, trying to convince them it was only a scientific experiment. The dogs didn't look too convinced.
We all ended up in the lift together. Awkward.
"Is what you said true?" Simon asked Rene.
"Henry?" Rene said.
"I noticed it the first night Michael and I were placed together. I've never been so frenzied to fuck in my life. Afterwards, when the registers began blowing clean air, I could almost taste the metal" I said.
"It was so strong in our chamber; I nearly threw up after" Lukas said, "I suppose it was because I was still grieving over my Hans and had shown no interest in Diego, he pumped up the volume of gas to us."
"If he can control our base desires with such ease, what other instincts can he control?" Travis said, looking at Simon.
"It's all nonsense!" Simon said, "Dr. Wilson would never do such things."
"Simon, he already has" I said. The two dogs exited the lift on their floor. Simon stomped off. Travis said "I'll talk to him" as the lift doors closed.
Rene rode down to our new quarters with us to make sure we were all settled in. He let us know our voyeurs included Sebastian and Gregor as well as Chris Wilson. He also told us he was going to get the rules changed so that any "psychology sessions" had to be approved through his office first. He showed us to our respective rooms. As he was saying goodbye, he shook my hand and I felt him press another card into my palm. I very carefully transferred it to my pocket. He said goodbye again and headed back up.
"I guess this will finally test the old axiom" I said to Michael.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Whether you can teach an old dog new tricks" I replied.
The card Rene palmed to me with his goodbye handshake, contained another code to open very enlightening information stored on a part of the computer system to which we would normally not have access. It was a file entitled "Personal Notes" which apparently belonged to Ilya Rostovich. I wondered how even Rene was able to get into such private areas; but then maybe it was Robert, the computer genius rodent who actually found it. A brief digest version went like this:
30 July 1938 was witness to what was officially described as a mid-air meteorite explosion. The blast was said to be heard up to 1,000 miles away. Meteorologist Leonid Kulik went to investigate the explosion almost two decades later, after the Russian civil war. Local Evenki tribesmen at first refused to take the party to the site, claiming it was caused by the wrath of their thunder god Ogdi. Kulik and later scientists attributed the 2,000 square km of damage to a meteorite exploding in the air above the area. However, Pyotr Rostovich, grandfather of Ilya Rostovich, was part of the Imperial Russian Army detachment that was sent in great secret to investigate the event. After their clean-up and the passage of an additional 18 years, it was little wonder that Kulik was left with no better explanation than the story about a meteorite. The alien craft recovered from the scene was shipped to a clandestine base in Mezhgorye. Out of a crew of 10 plus the captain, five of the beings were killed on impact. The other six were kept in isolation for a time and interrogated.
The scientists gave these creatures the designation "Nordics"; all were blonde haired and blue eyed, like Hitler's master race. They told the Russians of having watched the "surface dwellers" for ages as we evolved. Their world was below, the main entrance for their crafts is in Antarctica. From interrogating the Nordics, our modern scientists were taught the basics of the art of gene splicing and what did and didn't work. About six weeks after being detained, the six Nordics imprisoned at Mezhgorye disappeared one night; none of the guards saw or heard anything. The cell they had been in was carved from the solid bed stone. The only sign of anything odd was a new indention in the shape of a door, seemingly carved into the rock. It was as if they drew a door and walked out through it; never to be seen again.
While building the base on Severnyy, imagine the surprise of the construction detail when at around 215 meters they discovered a complete smooth-walled hallway leading to something that looked like a carving of a door. The scientists were called in and everything they could think of short of a nuclear device was tried on the door; nothing made any headway. The doorway apparently was still down there to this day.
I immediately had a thought I intended to discuss with Tarka and Otto regarding this story. In the Vedic texts of India, the entire universe is thought of as vibrations or frequencies. I wondered if the correct frequency might open that door. Not that it mattered much, considering the entire level was a prison/torture chamber. Then again, I wondered where that door might lead.
Finally, a couple of hours after we'd been here, the moving crew finally showed up with our bed and mattress. Thirty minutes later we hopped into bed and being exhausted, quickly went to sleep. I dreamed of Nordic aliens.
Lambodara 10/15/20
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