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Vol I. No. 1 "Bubbles"
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The Sacred Order of
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Chapter 1
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The distorted green-blue light "vibrated" through the bubbling pool
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as I adjusted the submerged bin. It was one of those cheap forty gallon
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plastic drums one might find at an abandoned gas station. It was held
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upside down, just beneath the surface by four strong cables.
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"Master Nim, may I come and visit?", read the postcard from one of
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the few female students at the home temple. "Jeeez!", I thought.
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I'm sure I told them to only mail me here for very important things.
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Its not everyday someone gets a letter from tibet. It could be traced
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and then the entire preiesthood might be at risk.
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The postcard emitted a faint green-yellow glow as it crackled and
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wilted in flames. It and the match that had been used to burn it
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where ground up into fine bits of dust and tossed into a trashcan.
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"I'll have to remember to write to Susana. She was a very hot little
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number, but a bit below me in levels. Might not look good to my
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peers -- ah hell. they don't need to know."
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I mentally tested my voice, preparing to use a slightly excited but
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measured and in control tone.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 2
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"Jenny? You ready babe?", I yelled.
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The voice sounded so fake to me, but I knew exactly how much she'd believe it.
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"Like. I'll be right there -- O.K.?", she called from the house.
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Jenny was a cute little pacific islander with naturally perfect
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and ever bronze-golden tanned skin -Just the way I like em. I was
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sometimes afraid I would literally gobble her up if she were ever
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covered in whipcream or butter.
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She had those subtle facial curves that make some women look so
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cute, yet the high cheek bones, developed lips and petite ears of
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a real sex goddess. Sometimes I've wanted to just worship women
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as hot looking as her -- But the priesthood doesn't allow for that.
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She was small but much better endowed then those sluts you see in
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penthouse or playboy by porportion. Her breast were firm, upright,
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exceptionally well defined. Her ass was tight and curved, forming a
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very deep "small of the back" area. I just can't stand those women
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with hanging ass cheeks and about 12 inches of flat area back there. Yuk.
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Jenny came out of the house in that skip-n-hop way sexy babes always
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seem to use (or is it just because I stare at the jiggling tits?) She
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was wearing a short white cotton towel about her waiste and some sort
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of flimsy string bikini.
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The smell of chlorine wasn't so strong at the momment but the heat
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of the noon sun was starting to make my scalp itch all over. A nice
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swim would've been great right about then.
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"So, Like. -- what - did - you - want to, - like - show me?", she chirped.
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If there was one thing I didn't like about her it was that insane
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valley girl slang she'd picked up. She went to high school in that
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same dump of a school they use in that stupid 90210 t.v. show. Her
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annoying voice was probably why I'd purchased a dozen socks - just
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for gaging her during sex.
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I almost giggled like a school girl as I rememberd that she still
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thought I was only a freshmen in college. I've always looked at least
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five years younger than I am.
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"Well, remember that time we used a nylon noose to keep you from
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breathing...."
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"Oh --- yeah. I like -- had to wear a scarf for two weeks --- HELLO."
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She didn't sound too interested in trying that trick again. No matter,
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I had something completely different in mind. It would be dangerous...
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But then you only live once. Or better put: She would only live once.
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"Well. This one is real simple...", I lied.
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"You just have to hold your own breath and stand on your head."
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"Is that like........ all?" , she snorted.
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"Heh. Heh. Oh yes. That's all."
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It was all I could do to keep from laughing in sinister glee. She
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was so worldly and yet so innocent in her own way. She didn't seem
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to notice the handcuffs, tied to cement blocks.. or the obviously out
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of place plastic drum bobbing up and down in the water.
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This would complete the second level of Picarna. The sacred rituals
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would eventually give me all the keys to pleasure and pain.
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My thoughts shifted to the halls of the dim smoked filled temple
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where I had matured from a young boy into an lower priest of the order.
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"Master, why does the hatchling that fell from its nest bite at
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my hand when I try to help it back.. into its nest?", I asked.
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"Nim-Nim, why does a woman cry when she is slapped where a man
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would be angry?"
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Master teacher had a knack for answering questions with more
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questions... but of course his questions held great wisdom.
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"I do not know Master. Is it because the woman is soft of heart, while
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the man is hard?"
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"Nim-Nim, The woman believes she is soft and helpless. The man
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believes he is strong, and the only one who can protect himself.
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Anyone raised to believe they are soft... will be soft.
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Anyone raised to believe he is strong... will be strong."
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"So then why did the bird bite my hand Master?"
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"Because the bird was not raised at all. One left to his own
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devices will always seek to control that which is without.
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One raised in discipline will seek to control that which is
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within. When you have matured Nim-Nim, you will be able to
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control that which is within and thus that which is without,
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being only that which others percieve, will be well within
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your grasp."
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My mind became a sounding brass of small tinkling bells and the
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smells of incense as thoughts formed and mingled. Slowly the
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present world of the pool and Jenny formed again.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 3
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Jenny had her hands on her hips. She had said something, when I was
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lost in thought. I concentrated on remembering. Ah yes, she'd
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said something about wanting a beer. She'd drunken the last six-pack
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the night before. That girl could really put it away. I've only
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had a can or two of beer in my entire life myself. The first time I
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tried some it had been warming by a campfire for awhile. That bitter,
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disgustingly raw taste had turned me off to beer forever. It had tasted
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like some bum had pissed into the can after drinking a milkshake of
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herbs, spices, puke and concentrated lemond extract. Wine I like. Not
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to the point of needing it, but when I do drink, wine's the ticket.
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I tested what I would do next mentally first. Then I made my face
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go poker straight as I spoke in dull monotone: "You... Just... Had..
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A.. Beer............ Remember?"
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Jenny's eyes dropped as her jaw went slack. She suddenly seemd to loose
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a full 100 points of IQ. She responded,
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"Y...e....s I remember."
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Then it was over. She smiled and commented about having forgotten whatever
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she'd just said. I told her to forget about it. It was almost humerous
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the ease with which I could plant thoughts into her mind by now.
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It was a bit of a strain exercising mental control over her though. After all
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I was just a first level priest. I saved any effort for when I really needed
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it. And I didn't want her complaining about beer all day.
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"Um. Lets see...", I said as I walked over to her. I embraced her and gently
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kissed her on the forehead. I kissed her cheek, then the tip of her nose.
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I started planting kisses all over her face and neck. This is a big turn on
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for me, and the way she was arching her neck and moaning softly indicated
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the feeling was mutual.
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"We won't be needing this", I whispered, removing unting the loose knot of
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cheap material that held her bikini top in place. It didn't fall of course.
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It just rested ontop of those magnificant tits of hers. Soon the bikini
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was competing with my right hand for access to her left nipple and the bikini
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lost.
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I locked her in a deep french kiss, swirling my tounge around hers, sucking
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and licking her delicate mouth. She probed into my mouth with her tounge,
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lapping at the corners of my lips from within. I felt her hands exploring
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my back... moving lower and testing the strength of the muscles there.
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I stopped sucking her face and massaged a handful of her sizeable
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mounds in both hands. I usually play more with her left tit since I'm
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right handed but someone flipped a coin somewhere I guess, and I went for her
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other one. I gently lowered her onto her back as I sucked on her tit,
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pulling the nipple far from her body. She was really getting into it,
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pumping her other tit and wiggling out of her briefs.
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I suddenly stopped. It was time for the ritual.
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I began chanting:
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"Let our within be their without....",
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"Let our within be their without....",
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The chant had to be recited exactly 30 times
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per minute for at least 1 minute at the start
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and one minute at the end of the ritual.
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Jenny, poor innocent little Jeeny. She was so into satisfying herself
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she wasn't worrying about what I might be doing. She had barely noticed
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when I'd stopped helping her. I slowly reached for the concrete brick
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with rope and cuffs, so as not to loose rythm.
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"Let our within be their without....",
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There was a stiff click sound on beat 2 of the 20th chant as I locked
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the cuffs onto her wrist. Now that she was interrupted from her frenzied
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passion, she began to pay more attention to what I was doing.
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"What.. What are you doing Ron!?",
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That silly name, Ron. Nobody outside of the temple knew by true and sacred
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name. Even Master only called me by a nickname. I couldn't answer her,
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lest I loose beat so the work continued.
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"Let our within be their without...",
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She was laying completely passive, but fear was in her eyes as I motioned
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for her to hold her breathe. At last the chant was completed and I
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took her by the ankles. I grasped both of her ankles securely in one
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hand as I turned her upside down and lowered her into the pool.
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She started shaking and tremendous amounts of bubbles exploded from the
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pool as she tried to scream or something. I pulled her out of the pool
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for a momment to let her catch her breath then said "Better take a deep
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breath." Just before plunging her back into the depths. I lowered myself
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into the pool, still holding onto her ankles. I moved us towards the
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bobbing plastic barrel and finally beneath it.
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There were strong restraing straps under the bin, allowing me to strap Jenny
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in under it. She was still upside down, held to the bottom by the concrete
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brick, and securely held in place within the bin by the straps. There
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was a full 3.5 feet of air within the barrel, meaining she was now dry
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(in theory) from the waist down. I strapped myself upside down to and within
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the plastic bin face to face with the terrified girl.
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Her eyes were starting to bulge and the way she kept closing her eyes made me
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think she might be losing consciecousness, but the ritual must be completed
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once started lest the priest loose a complete level. And I wasn't
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about to let that happen.
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It wasn't easy but eventually I got enough leverage against the bottom of
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the pool to lift control the up and down movement of my body. Then I
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had to guide my cock into her pussy while supporting my weight upside down
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on one hand, in the darkness of the bin. A feat no non-picarna priest could
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ever acomplish.
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I started fucking her then, slowly lifting and lowering my whole body in
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the erie darkness of the pool beneath the bin. Her face was clearly visible
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in the green-blue light... everything above us, our lower halves was completely
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in darkness though.
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Now, it had been rumored at the temple that this ritual provides the ultimate
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pleasures of the universe. For a full minute I felt almost nothing. The cool
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pool waters were conflicting with my other senses. But in time my nerves
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became use to the water, the silenece of the pool, the perfect stillness
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of it all contrasted by a sudden explosion of sensations in my cock.
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I knew the answer to the quest of the second ritual now. The question
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for the ritual is: "What do we feel when we feel feelings?"
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Ahh. It was so clear to me. Ha. Ha. The radiant glory of the second
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level priesthood openned to me in one spectacular moment. Finally after
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what seemed an eternity I came in long ribons of music and light. Trumpets
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and drums seemed to ring out all about. My lungs were burning in pain
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by this point, time to surface. I pulled the hidden safety handle on the
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bin, releasing the four securing cables. The bin heaved Jenny and I upwards
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about 3 feet at which point it rolled over and started sinking again. I
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held the cement brick in my hand as I raised her limp body from the water.
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She still looked great, even in her now cold and lifeless state. Her skin
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was a pale purple-brown tan now. I rolled her onto her back and pressed
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hard into her back with both hands, as I began the sacred chant anew.
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"Let our within be their without...",
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I thought back to the temple of my youth and recalled the time
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I was in training for the mastery of my within. I had been
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told to sit in the courtyard and make myself invisible to all
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without. It was winter and I had sat there in that courtyard
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for a day and a night before I simply could not stand it any more.
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I sneaked into the warm temple pantry for a bite to eat.
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The pot was boiling and I was filling my belly with stew before I
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realizes that someone was standing behind the pot upon the fiery
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hot coals I had used to warm the stew. It was Mistress Pia. I
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dropped to the floor and bowed my head in reverence and fear.
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"Forgive me Mistress. I did not know! Suffer me a little while,
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I beg you. Please don't punish me!"
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She smiled and said, "When one is invisible to the without, one
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does not feel the pain niether within nor without. I am only
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angry that you did not stay invisible to your without as Master
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told you to. If you had you would not have heated the coals.
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You would not have warmed the stew. You would not have shown
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reverence to me. When one is invisible to the without, one
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does not change anything without. One only moves within that
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which others have changed. One need not speak, nor consider the
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realm of reality those without consider. I am too a little
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angry that you have broken my invisibility to the without, for
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I was in meditation... But it is good that you have learned this
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lesson and so I will not punish you."
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Mistress continued her meditation upon the red hot stones and
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left the without I was within. She would answer none of my questions
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or acknowledge me. I was invisible to the without for an entire
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year after that. Able only to eat those things which others had
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cooked and not seen fit to eat... or speak to those things not
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within the without of others.
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Finally one day Master allowed me to return to the without of the group
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but by then it matterd little to me if I was without or within. I
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had forsaken the emotions so dear to the common man and had become
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a chameillon of sorts. A conjurer, a magician, a priest, a mover
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of things not seen.
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The images of the temple, the lessons, Mistress Pia and the tinkling
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bells faded once more as I returned to the present without.
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I was coughing and wheezing between short breaths and chants to myself
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as I tried to revive Jenny. It was of no importance to the ritual if
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she died or not, but I hardly needed to be on a police suspect list.
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It hadn't been easy making up my present persona. And I hardly relished
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the process of moving to a new town, establishing "friends" and besides
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it was hard enough keeping in touch with the temple leaders now.
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No. I didn't need this.
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Finally after the chant was completed she began to cough and spit up
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a great deal of water. She lay there beside the pool panting while
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I threw the implements of the ritual onto a stack of wood.
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"We'll have a nice little bonfire tonight," I thought.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 4
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There was one last ritual to perform, one I hadn't learned at the temple
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but which I'd taught myself. Later that night beside the bonfire of
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the plastic barrel, rope, cuffs, wood and gasoline I held the sacred
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brass gauntlet of the Order which every priest recieves before his or
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her first ritual. It was made of bronze overlayed in brass.
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A picture in high relief upon it depicted the sacred celestial stairs of
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accension. The stairs consist of some thirty steps and I had just taken
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the second. I removed a small stick which I had earlier wrapped a small
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bit of gold leaf about from the fire. Rubbing the hot end of the stick
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upon the high relief of the second step left a high contrast gold edged
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stair. "Just 28 more levels," I thought.
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