The Sinners of Erspia

He pushed her off his phallus and sent her sprawling face-first on the straw. Everyone around him either had or was disrobing. Scenes of maddened carnality were unfolding. The meadow was caught within a rainbow, colour succeeding colour, melding and mixing, each colour bringing even more intense pleasure.

The air was filled with what his mind interpreted as strident orchestral music, but which in actuality was a cacophony of shouts, mewlings, grunts and screams. He saw Brio Fong in boisterous coitus with Histrina.

Then, before he knew it, he had become part of a squirming mass of bodies pressing and sliding against one another, male and female. He had taken pleasure-enhancing drugs before, but this was ecstasy such as he had never imagined, another universe in which hands, feet, legs, arms, bellies, buttocks, chests, backs, lips, genitals, were only there for the sake of excitement and voluptuousness.

At some point he again saw Nellie Fong. She was in the midst of a heap or knot composed of herself and ten men. Her stick-like legs were splayed at an extraordinarily lewd angle. Two distended penises were stuffed into her vagina, two up her anus. She was boggle-eyed at the two more being crammed into her grossly distended mouth, while she also gripped two in each fist, pumping them in alternating pistoning motions.

Then she was lost to view amid roiling flesh. After what seemed like years spent in eternity, but which in clock time was about two hours, the mellifluous curtains of colour faded. Mundane reality returned. The moon was low on the horizon. Golden, glorious bodies became, for the most part, the lumpen forms of village dwellers who picked themselves up dazed and exhausted, and began looking for their clothing.

Where were the village children while the orgy was in progress? Presumably locked away in their houses safe from adult goings-on. The waves of light would be restricted to the designated meadow and similar meadows across Erspia-5.

And the ‘third ones'? Laedo now was wondering just what kind of ‘services’ they were required to perform in the Heavenly Mansion.

SEVEN

Moon of Doom

“That was fantastic!” Histrina exclaimed. “Even better than the orchids!"

“I must admit I enjoyed it too,” Laedo agreed. “But it's still manipulation."

They were in the projector station's living quarters. Their return from the ‘Festival of Light’ had left them still somewhat aroused, and they had continued erotic practices with one another for a while. Then they had fallen asleep.

It was now the following day. Laedo was considering what to do next. He was half convinced that

‘Voluptus’ was in fact Klystar, and that Erspia-5's moon was his dwelling place.

Of course, he only had the word of the Guardians of Ormazd that there was

a being called Klystar at all.

But someone had fashioned the Erspia worlds. Whoever it was possessed a technology in advance of mankind's.

What kept the Erspia worlds together as a group, for instance? They were in interstellar space and should have drifted apart. Artificial inertial fields—those known to human technology, at any rate—acted over short distances only. Yet the planetoids were thousands of miles apart, and had remained grouped together for a century at least.

Would the projector station head for the moon if he again asked it to take him to Klystar? Perhaps, but perhaps not. If he wanted to see the moon, a better bet would be to use his own cargo ship.

Should he be thinking of visiting the moon at all? Should he not get down to gaining control of the projector station's drive? There was no guarantee of success there either. While the station seemed fairly simple technically, ‘Klystar’ had very likely made sure the human Guardians of Ormazd could not seize control of it prematurely. For that matter, he didn't know if the station really could reach a human-inhabited world as ‘Klystar’ had promised.

If only he had a forming machine and the right grade of steel, he could probably make a transductor for his cargo ship himself...

But in the end he had to admit that getting home was no longer his sole motive. He had seen five experiments in social engineering where human beings were treated as though they were ants in a formicarium.

He wanted to know what it was all about.

“All right, Histrina,” he said, “do you want to visit the Heavenly Mansion?"

Eagerly she agreed. “If the Festival of Light was so good, think what the Mansion of Pleasure must be like!"

“Don't count on it,” he told her. “That was a bribe, one good enough to persuade people to give up their children—with some religious propaganda thrown in."