PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 34: CUTTLEFISH ROOM
© Cupideros, Saturday, May 09, 2009
Lord Tweezer closed the heavy door. Queen Morah stood in the tiny hall space, a door behind her and the long staircase leading upstairs. She gave him her softest loving gaze to soften their adventure to the honeymoon suite.
“Shall I carry you all the way,” He smiled, nodding upwards.
Queen Morah’s own martial arts awareness caught him tensing his muscles to lift her. “I don’t—“
Jaine wearing dark large sunglass goggles threw open a door. She had a DNA gun. The beam hit Lord Tweezer between his eyes. “Do as I say or you’ll never see Galan again! Now!”
Queen Morah leaped into action and pulled Lord Tweezer’s arm with surprising force and he was inside a small back room. A weird gradated rainbows of white and gray lights blinded Lord Tweezer. “If you’re planning to kill me—“ he shaded his eyes to see inside the room, but the strange light penetrated even his fingers.
“Shut up!” Jaine said. “You have sixty seconds to remove all your clothes now!”
“Undress quickly, my husband!”
Lady Lomara, “Jaine’s holding a DNA gun. Don’t think you can stop it and us.”
Queen Morah snatched off her veil as Lady Lomara seized the latch door of a small furnace, so close to Lord Tweezer out-flowing heat made his military uniform become winter wool. Lord Tweezer started to rip off his jacket.
Lady Lomara shouted, “No! Keep everything intact.”
Lord Tweezer deftly showed speed as he unbuttoned his jacket, handed it to Jaine, who tossed it into the furnace. Queen Morah had her blouse off. Then her bra.
Lord Tweezer wanted to look.
Lady Lomara said, “You’ll have time to ogle her later.” She turned to Jaine saying, “We may have to shoot him.”
Lord Tweezer realized how serious the women were in their large sun glass goggles. He pulled his tee shirt over his hard muscles. Lord Tweezer dark body hair gystered upward from his lower belly into a dark hair cloud around his chest. He threw it in the direction of the fire. Lady Lomara caught it and guided it inside the blaze. Queen Morah unbutton her long dress and pushed it down, taking her panties as well. Lord Tweezer bent forward as he lowered his pants.
Jaine said, “Everything! Twenty-Seconds!”
Lord Tweezer bent down again and gave her his jockeys as his huge sex swung into action. The mesmerizing white lines of gray and white light continued. The sound of all the women’s voices and the presence of his new wife cause his sex to enlarge. He tossed them into the fire, just as Queen Morah finished jerking off her wedding ring. Together the flame swallowed them up.
In the dizzingly light he noticed her last action. "You threw in our ring!"
Queen Morah gently grabbed Lord Tweezer's hand. She pulled the ring off and threw it also into the hot furnace fire. "There! We are even!"
Lady Lomara slammed the iron door.
Lord Tweezer blinked repeatedly, trying to catch her eyes.
"I married a man, Lord Tweezer." She blinked profusely in the weird light. "Did you marry me or a piece of metal?"
“Step forward. Go inside.” Jaine said.
“I’m following you My Husband. Do not be alarm.”
Water was turned on. It was warm. They had no soap. The strange falling lines of white and gray light bathed them, and now warm water washed over their skin.
“Your hair…wash it too!” Jaine shouted.
Queen Morah hand washed everywhere and stood in her separate strong current of shower water.
Lord Tweezer mused his black hair as he washed it. He bent over to wash the back of his hair. Jaine saw a little black dot, two inches low behind his ear. “What is that!”
Everyone stopped and watched The Galan King. Dripping wet. His sex strong but subsiding. He narrowed his eyes under his shielding hands. “A communications device,” he shouted. “For my private intelligence security.”
Lady Lomara, “Why didn’t it trip my house security?”
“It’s a non metallic alloy. Imbedded in my brain. It’s Gian secret technology.”
Jaine and Lady Lomara and Queen Morah, squinting, water dropping off her large nipples, stared at one another.
Lady Lomara calmly said, “Not spying on us?”
“No. He said.” He dropped one hand to his side. “It’s activated only in an extreme emergency. I need it for protection from SILTH.”
Jaine said, “Okay. You're a Cyborg.” She thought I’ll leave it to Queen Morah to get all the secrets about it. She felt peace finally. All her young days horseriding paid off handsomely. A large man animal is not too much different from a horse. You apply force at the right angle with the bit and the horse obeys.
Lady Lomara released her anger. "Cyborgs are against the Abyssarian faith! 'You shall not become machines,' said the Last Prophet C.E."
"I don't hold to the Abyssarian faith," he replied.
Lady Lomara nodded, her suspicions confirmed. He is Bad-Seed. Bad-Seed. Trying to plant himself in their manicured garden of peace she thought silently.
Queen Morah escorted her husband into another room where they both put on black robes.
Jaine and Lady Lomara followed scrutinizing his every move. The shower room door clicked close.
“Sorry about that, My Husband,” she said after tying her black robe. “We can’t take any chances of nanotechnology being on the clothes, imbedded or in the buttons, and tracking us. This is standard procedure.
“I answered your questions.” He said as he tightened his robe with pressure. “Now answer mine. “What kind of light was that?” His head nodded back to the safe room.
“Cuttlefish light,” Jaine said. “The most intelligent of the invertebrates. A ten-armed cephalopods, marine more known for its tasty flesh, for those who like seafood as we Quodarians do. It has two special skills. It secrets a dark ink to cloud the water and escape its enemies and it has this disconcerting light which first mesmerizes it’s prey before it strikes with its tentacles.”
“A perfect counter to the scorpion,” said Lord Tweezer.
Queen Morah flicked her hair behind her back and reached out a hand to him. “If they lived in the same environment.” She smiled and pulled him forward. “I’m ready for that lift you offered before.”
***
Rolith banged his fist on the desk. Last, he saw the naïve couple stood in a small hallway. Afterwards he spent his time squinted and turning his eyes for a better view. He heard women screaming and yelling. He adjusted his seat and tried to see what was going on. The strange wavy lines of white light on his computer screen remained though. Next, Rolith caught bright flashes of yellow lights. Then his screen went blank. “Secretive Bitches! He escaped! What Witch dare fast pitch her wedding ring into the fire? No Vertu (love of art and fine things) exists in our pathetic world. I won’t underestimate those Bitches next time. Time to put in operation, Plan C Operation: Strangle Tree. I’ll kill our weak gilded King Lord Tweezer yet.” Rolith picked up the telephone and called some of his most trusted operators. He didn’t call sycophant Legonadel because he knew his loyalty was to the King. "It wasn't all a waste," he said out loud to himself. "Spider wire does exist. I'll get the metal residue from Kinum's autopsy body."
End Chapter 34
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Quo Security Officer: Yes.
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Quo Security Officer: QSA never heard of anyone named, Lucky.
RaydGalil: All I know ... is my love Juliette TelGara-Waif. And one key saying of the Last Prophet CE.
Quo Security Officer: Forget the girl. I told you no one in QSA has ever heard of her either. What’s the saying?
RaydGalil: Whatever man can create; man can uncreate. Whatever one man can engineer; another man can unengineer or reengineer.
Quo Security Officer: You have a good memory.
RaydGalil: Fighting for your life and love makes you surprise even yourself.
--RAYDGALIL CAPTURED AND QUESTIONED BY QUO SECURITY ASSOCIATION.
