my chances of surviving the night
are in all likelihood non-existent.”
Her expression turned wanton as she
considered my request; likewise, her hands lifted her plenteous
breasts out of the accouchement of her gown, where she then
titillated herself before me. “Your desire to know is like the lust
of a beast in rut, Mr. Phillips. Do you believe that you will be
better fortified by such knowledge when I have your life snuffed
out?”
“I quite indubitably do.”
Her fingertips twirled the papillae of each
distended nipple, generating a sensation which caused her to
seethe. “Very well…”
“In exactitude just
what are these
mountain-sized creatures known as the Pyramidiles?”
Some psychic directive
compelled Selina to approach the throne and, with immediacy, bring
her lips to Miss Aheb’s bosom. “They are so much more than creatures, Mr. Phillips,
and even so much more than gods. I’m surprised a man of your erudite distinction
has failed to make that deduction. They are not millions of years
old, nor even billions, but so much older that their existence transcends
time as we know it. They are ageless. ” She paused to concentrate
on the pleasures lent to her via my sister’s lips. “Creatures? No.
They are poly-sentient bio-machines, self-perpetuating organic
industries, Mr. Phillips. They create vast technologies via their
immeasurable intellect and then produce their own laborers to
make those technologies transitive.”
“The thoggs,” I uttered.
“Oh, yes. But the thoggs
you’ve beheld are but one variety of a multitude. The Pyramidiles
breed them, you see, specifically for implementation on this planet. There
are hundreds more incarnations, for hundreds of other worlds, and
when I say ‘worlds,’ I mean not only other planets in this and
other solar systems but also planes of alternate existence in other
dimensions and other terrestrial realms the likes of which even an
advanced mind such as yours could never cogitate.”
“So that awful abode of theirs is not a
planet of itself?”
“No, nor is it a
dimensional firmament, Mr. Phillips. It is an esoteric terrascape
of their own creation, just as the thoggs and all their multiple variations are the
Pyramidiles’ very creation as well.”
I felt enslimed by the
sheer evil of the
implication. “And through these vast technologies and with these
thoggs, you travel from world to world!” I outraged, “from
dimension to dimension and from realm to realm, to unleash horror upon the
populace of those places!”
“Exactly,” she cooed and
moved Selina’s lips from the current, well-tended nipple to the
next. “The thoggs you saw were the bipedal hybrid propagated
for this world.”
“An invasion is what you’re talking about!”
I shouted.
“Quite right. But this invasion, whenever it
might come to pass, will not be initiated for the purpose of
conquest.”
I knew all too well of the
legend’s most atrocious entails. “It is instead for the blatant
molestation and torture of the human race, the psychic horror of
which the Pyramidiles subsist upon!”
“It is their food, which
they derive from countless worlds and innumerable domains—yes.
We’ve just come from one such domain, a quasi-terrestrial sphere
that existed in another phase-shift. It had a population of a
trillion, Mr. Phillips, and the slow, systematic torture,
mutilation, and protracted murder of its pacifistic inhabitants fed
the Pyramidiles full to bursting. It was glorious. ”
And eventually, they’ll do
the same here, I realised.
Miss Aheb broadened her sluttish smile.
“Yes. They will.”
The rest, now, remained
fairly elementary. “Depositions of human sperm,” I croaked. “This
is the purpose of your inviting the most virile of men to this
‘free’ bordello, and hence the ruse. It’s no real bordello at all,
but a collection outpost! You pilfer the semen from all these men, night
after night, then deliver it all to the Pyramidiles
are in all likelihood non-existent.”
Her expression turned wanton as she
considered my request; likewise, her hands lifted her plenteous
breasts out of the accouchement of her gown, where she then
titillated herself before me. “Your desire to know is like the lust
of a beast in rut, Mr. Phillips. Do you believe that you will be
better fortified by such knowledge when I have your life snuffed
out?”
“I quite indubitably do.”
Her fingertips twirled the papillae of each
distended nipple, generating a sensation which caused her to
seethe. “Very well…”
“In exactitude just
what are these
mountain-sized creatures known as the Pyramidiles?”
Some psychic directive
compelled Selina to approach the throne and, with immediacy, bring
her lips to Miss Aheb’s bosom. “They are so much more than creatures, Mr. Phillips,
and even so much more than gods. I’m surprised a man of your erudite distinction
has failed to make that deduction. They are not millions of years
old, nor even billions, but so much older that their existence transcends
time as we know it. They are ageless. ” She paused to concentrate
on the pleasures lent to her via my sister’s lips. “Creatures? No.
They are poly-sentient bio-machines, self-perpetuating organic
industries, Mr. Phillips. They create vast technologies via their
immeasurable intellect and then produce their own laborers to
make those technologies transitive.”
“The thoggs,” I uttered.
“Oh, yes. But the thoggs
you’ve beheld are but one variety of a multitude. The Pyramidiles
breed them, you see, specifically for implementation on this planet. There
are hundreds more incarnations, for hundreds of other worlds, and
when I say ‘worlds,’ I mean not only other planets in this and
other solar systems but also planes of alternate existence in other
dimensions and other terrestrial realms the likes of which even an
advanced mind such as yours could never cogitate.”
“So that awful abode of theirs is not a
planet of itself?”
“No, nor is it a
dimensional firmament, Mr. Phillips. It is an esoteric terrascape
of their own creation, just as the thoggs and all their multiple variations are the
Pyramidiles’ very creation as well.”
I felt enslimed by the
sheer evil of the
implication. “And through these vast technologies and with these
thoggs, you travel from world to world!” I outraged, “from
dimension to dimension and from realm to realm, to unleash horror upon the
populace of those places!”
“Exactly,” she cooed and
moved Selina’s lips from the current, well-tended nipple to the
next. “The thoggs you saw were the bipedal hybrid propagated
for this world.”
“An invasion is what you’re talking about!”
I shouted.
“Quite right. But this invasion, whenever it
might come to pass, will not be initiated for the purpose of
conquest.”
I knew all too well of the
legend’s most atrocious entails. “It is instead for the blatant
molestation and torture of the human race, the psychic horror of
which the Pyramidiles subsist upon!”
“It is their food, which
they derive from countless worlds and innumerable domains—yes.
We’ve just come from one such domain, a quasi-terrestrial sphere
that existed in another phase-shift. It had a population of a
trillion, Mr. Phillips, and the slow, systematic torture,
mutilation, and protracted murder of its pacifistic inhabitants fed
the Pyramidiles full to bursting. It was glorious. ”
And eventually, they’ll do
the same here, I realised.
Miss Aheb broadened her sluttish smile.
“Yes. They will.”
The rest, now, remained
fairly elementary. “Depositions of human sperm,” I croaked. “This
is the purpose of your inviting the most virile of men to this
‘free’ bordello, and hence the ruse. It’s no real bordello at all,
but a collection outpost! You pilfer the semen from all these men, night
after night, then deliver it all to the Pyramidiles
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