Chapter 6: What Hera Saw Through the Looking Glass

“Hinduism is a diverse system of thought with a wide variety of beliefs Paul. It’s various concepts of God is complex and dependent upon each individual and the tradition and philosophy he follows. It’s sometimes referred to as “henotheistic”. That means the worshiper ... follower ... devotes himself to a single god, but accepts the existence of other gods. It appears that these Agents have devoted themselves to the Hindu gods Lord Vishnu, Lord Rama, and Shiva.” Hera started her lecture to me.

“1. Vishnu who is generally shown in the form of a man with four arms and a dark complexion. In his four hands he is holding the discus, the club, the conch shell and the lotus blossom. Wearing the Vishnu tattoo is a symbol of goodness and mercy. Vishnu is the protector of the universe. He is one of the three projections of the Absolute. They symbolize the stages of human existence. This would be birth, life and death. He fits in there as the representative of life.”

“2. Hindu Lord Rama represents the pursuit of a full life. There are three goals to shoot for according to the Rama’s life and that is to pursue the legitimate attainment of wealth, love, and virtue. You may also use the Rama tattoo to express your devotion to Hinduism itself. Rama represents both the Gods and humans. In the West, there is a clear line drawn between the strength of the gods and weakness in humans. According to Indian traditions, Rama’s more of a mortal god, or divine human.”

“3. The Hindu universe is thought to regenerate in cycles ... every 2,160,000,000 years. Shiva, “The Destroyer”, destroys the universe at the end of each cycle which then allows for a new Creation. He creates, protects and transforms the universe.”

“Of course as I’ve learned these Agents we are dealing with are just the grunts, the common foot solder, in this army we seem to be facing. I can also tell you that whoever is running the show is Buddhist. There’s one mention of the Buddhist prophecy of Maitreya in the Maitreyavyakara in the upload I got. It implies that he, the leader, will be a teacher of meditative trance sadhana, and states that gods, men and other beings will lose their doubts, and the torrents of their cravings will be stilled. Freed from all misery and pain they will manage to finally cross the ocean of becoming. Whatever that means?”

“As a result of Maitreya’s teachings, they will lead a holy life. No longer will they regard anything as their own. They will own no possessions, no gold or silver, no home, not even relatives! They will lead a holy life of oneness under Maitreya’s guidance. They will have torn the net of the passions that entrap us and gained ascendance. They will manage to enter into trances, and theirs will be an abundance of joy and happiness, for they will lead a holy life under Maitreya’s guidance.” Hera continued her lecture, to us her captive audience, on what she had learned from the dead Agent’s upload. Me and the girls were all listening.

“Before getting too caught up in anticipation for this futuristic Nirvana, it’s important to understand that in most schools of Buddhist thought linear time is merely an illusion. This makes speaking of a literal future a bit problematic at best since “future” is an illusion. From theirs, or ours, perspective, it would be a huge mistake to think of Maitreya as a messianic figure who will come in the future to save mankind from those “Dark Forces”.” Hera laughed.

“For example in the 6th Century, 515 Chinese Rebellion, the renegade Buddhist monk Faqing proclaimed himself to be the new Buddha, married a nun, and formed a Buddhist sect in the Northern Wei province of Jizhou. That’s in the southern part of what’s Hebei province today. With the assistance of a local aristocrat named Li Guibo, who was given the titles of Tenth-stage Bodhisattva, Commander of the Demon-vanquishing Army, and King who Pacifies the Land of Han, a Chinese dynasty, by Faqing.”

“Using drugs he sent his Buddhist disciples into a killing frenzy, and promoted them to Tenth-Stage Bodhisattva as soon as they killed ten enemies. The sect soon seized the prefecture and murdered all the government officials in it. Their slogan was; “A new Buddha has entered the world to eradicate the demons of the former age”.”

“Their intention was to kill all the monks and nuns in the Buddhist monasteries that they captured. They also burned all the sutras and icons too. After defeating a government army and growing to a size of over 50,000, the rebel army was finally crushed by another Han, the Chinese dynasty in power at that time, government army of 100,000. Faqing, his wife, and tens of thousands of his followers were beheaded, and Li Guibo was later captured and publicly executed in the capital city of Luoyang. Contrary to the modern impression of Buddhism and the Dalia Lama today, that being all sweetness and light, the Buddhist were very violent and very political.”

“There is nothing in the Buddhist religion preventing the monks from being very militant. Even the Buddhist Shaolin Monks in Kung Fu, an American Western action-adventure martial arts TV series starring David Carradine, showed that the martial arts can be deadly. I guess the biggest difference between the Western and Eastern monks. Between Christian and a Buddhist is the “turn the other cheek” philosophy that pervades Christianity, ha, ha.” Hara laughed. “If you tried to slap the Buddhist’s cheek he just wouldn’t be there, and you might find yourself flat on your face.”

“These Agents, who seem to be Hindu are working for Buddhist, who seem to be motivated to stop ... destroy your technology to record ... well upload and download minds Sir. That’s their orders anyway, and no they do not know why, or care to know why. That might tie in with their religion in some way. Also me and the other girls compared our notes and there is one other factor to the “Average Man Theory” about the Agents. Maybe Caroline could best explain it Sir. She’s a premed student in college.” Hera handed off to Caroline a tall well built blue eyed blond.

“Our skin color is determined by a pigment called melanin, both fair and dark-skinned people, everyone has melanin in their skin, Sir, but it comes in different forms and ratios. The two forms of melanin are called eumelanin and pheomelanin. Eumelanin comes in primarily brown and black hues, while pheomelanin appears as red and yellow hues. It is produced by a specialized group of cells called melanocytes. These melanocytes don’t act the same way in everyone is why we’re different colors. We have studied the melanocytes in the Agent’s body and we theorize that they can control their skin color at will like a chameleon. We’ve identified two layers of chameleon iridophores ... surface iridophores and deep iridophores ... both of which are not in human bodies ... these contain nanocrystals made out of guanine are in their skin. In fact we hypothesize that they can turn green, blue, or bright red at will, maybe even control patterns.” Caroline finished up.

“So they can change colors? Is that all?” I questioned.

“No Sir, we went back and studied them some more and discovered some other ... well interesting things. Out of the 639 to 640 muscles in the human body 30 of them are facial muscles which help you create all those different faces. Happiness, surprise, joy, sorrow, sadness, fright, etc. are made with those muscles. The muscles surrounding your eyes are some of the busiest muscles in your entire body. Those facial muscles are the main muscles that help a person display facial expressions. Some professionals claim that it takes 17 muscles to smile, but 43 muscles to frown. Others say it takes 26 muscles to smile and 62 muscles to frown...” I broke in to Caroline’s lecture.

“Your point being?” I questioned.

“The point being we think these Agents have complete control of all those facial muscles.” Lucy and Linda said together. “They could be anybody they wanted to be.”

“Black, white, yellow, Caucasian, Negroid, Asian, any race or feature you could think of ... hell even your own face if they were given enough time to study it.” Carolina put in.

“So they’re what ... human chameleons?” I asked, sort of intrigued with where this was all going.

“Yes Sir.” Came back from all three girls together.

“So what do you think ... really think girls ... and be honest, were these ... these things ... bred or created?” I asked.

“To be honest Professor I would go with created in a lab.” Lucy put in.

“Of course I’m a little prejudice girls.” I threw out there for the girls to hear. “I’m personally a big fan of Edgar Rice Burroughs and read his The Monster Men when I was a kid. I’ll always remember Number 13, the latest and best example of Dr. Von Horn’s attempts at making life from chemicals in his vats. But then there were the Carter of Mars, Carson of Venus, and even the Moon Maid series of novels. I wasn’t much into Tarzan. They all had their synthetic or created men in them. I read the Synthetic Men of Mars, The Chessmen of Mars, and The Master Mind of Mars, so it could be breeding.” I was willing to consider.

“Be that as it may.” Hera broke into our, well mine anyway, discussion on Edgar Rice Burroughs. “We now have operating manuals for the devices, and we do know where they are coming from, but there is no way to predict where they will come through the “Veil”, as they call the portal the device creates. There are 12 different settings on the dial plus the star symbol, which we know now is a interdicted world of magic. Why it’s even on the dial is a question that needs asking and an answer. Their world is “one” on the dial and the star would be the 13th symbol. We pretty well figured out the force field before this and the air tester is pretty well self explanatory, ha, ha.” Hera explained.

“Their writing is the representation of their spoken or gestural language I figure. Written language is an invention in that it must be taught to children, who pick up their own spoken language, even sign language, by exposure to it. Even if they’re not formally instructed in it they learn by osmosis. Written languages change more slowly than their corresponding spoken languages thankfully. Native readers and writers of English, or any other language for that matter, are often unaware of the complexities of English. Spelling makes written English, or any other language, a somewhat artificial construct. The traditional spelling of English, at least for inherited words, preserves a late Middle English phonology that is never used as a speech dialect. Because of the artificial preservation of that form of the language, the writings of say Chaucer (1343–1400) would be intelligible today even if the medieval writer’s speech would be unintelligible to us in modern society today.”

“Written Chinese is old and appears to be what these Agents are using to communicate Paul. Well a form of it anyway. It is not based on an alphabet, or even a compact syllabary. Instead, Chinese characters are glyphs whose components may depict objects, or represent abstract notions. Occasionally a character consists of only one component, but more commonly two or more components are combined to form more complex characters. By the 20th Century, Classical Chinese was distinctly different from any contemporary dialect, and had to be learned separately, but once learned it is a common medium for communication between people speaking different dialects, many of which were mutually unintelligible by the end of the first millennium AD. A Mandarin speaker might say yi, a Cantonese yat, a Shanghainese iq, and a Hokkien chit, but all four will understand the character (? ) to mean “one”.”

“As we’ve already surmised these Agents are only programed with what they need to know, and have a built in urge to return to home and be reprogramed every 6 months.” Hera put in at that moment.

After the meeting broke up Hera stayed back to discuss some other small points she had discovered in my inner office. Somebody had come up with a hundred or so “portable walls” 8.5’ high by 10’ wide on rollers that could be hooked together. So I now had an inner office in the corner on the upper floor of the mostly empty warehouse. Somebody else had managed to find me a large desk, some nice rolling padded office chairs, and even a large black leather covered sofa. I’m still not sure at what point our meeting turned into us quite literally tearing the clothes from each other. I’m not even sure who ... or more likely what? ... had initiated “First Contact”, ha, ha, but that is how Lucy found us minutes latter.

Yes, I found it highly suspicious that Lucy just happened to find us like that, but then we were not exactly being quite at the time.

“Oh, honey, please,” Lucy said soothingly as she fully entered the room where Hera was engaged in giving me, I thought at the time, a fantastic blow job ... head ... at the moment. Neither one of us had been aware of her until she stepped into the room unannounced. Well two 8’ tall walls and a makeshift door doesn’t make for much privacy. Even if they are advertised as “hush walls” they are certainly not “soundproof’, ha, ha.

“Really, I’m happy for both of you. It’s great that you’re doing this for Paul Hera. And it’s good that Paul has finally stepped up to take his place. Of course there are other girls as needy as you that he needs to see to after this Hera. You know you have to share.” She told Hera.

Hera’s panic changed to confusion. “Wh ... what do you mean?” She asked in confusion at seeing Lucy’s reaction.

“Oh, Hera dear honestly I really don’t want to embarrass you, but it’s just that ... well, you’re doing it all wrong honey.” Hera just stared back blankly at Lucy like a deer caught in the car’s headlights for a few more frozen seconds before she started to get up off the well padded 88 inch black leather sofa in my inner office.

“Oh, stay there honey. Let me show you what I’m talking about,” Lucy said, setting everything she was holding down on the floor and closing the door behind her. She then walked over to the sofa and flipped some switch, which I knew nothing about until that moment, and turned it into a wide flat bed. The backrest of the sofa folded down, and the middle seats came up level with the armrests on each end, and wa-lah a king size flat bed. Maybe I should have said Abracadabra. Who knew? Then kneeling down beside it Lucy placed her head next to my erect cock.

“Now you can’t just treat a cock like a lollipop or popsicle honey, even if some of those YouTube instructional videos give you that advice. You have to caress it ... make love to it ... adore it ... worship it sweetie. Give it your full attention like it deserves. Let it out of your mouth every once in awhile with a loud “pop”, and just lick it once or twice. Tickle it a little. Here’s a good spot,” Lucy said, pointing to the spot where the purple head met the underside of the shaft.

“Like this.” She demonstrated by extending her tongue to run it lightly across the base of my helmet, eliciting a loud groan from me in return.

“Try it.” She invited Hera.

Cautiously, Hera stuck her own tongue out and licked the spot Lucy had just shown her. I groaned again, and my hips bucked a little and shifted a bit this time liking what she was doing.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Lucy encouraged. “Now run your tongue all the way around the base of the head ... yeah, that’s it. Swirl that head honey. Now a couple of strokes up the length of the shaft. Make sure you hit that sweet spot I showed you!” I was gasping for air as Hera followed her instructions.

“Okay, now hold back for a minute, honey. We don’t want him to blow his load just yet.” Lucy laughed and instructed Hera. Hera backed off, looking to Lucy for further instructions.

“Now, you want to cool him down a bit, so just play with his balls for awhile, but remember they’re delicate little lady. You have to be gentle with them honey.” Lucy directed, but then took the hands on approach to teaching again.

“Just watch.” Lucy said to Hera, as she used her own tongue to tickle my nearest testicle. Her tongue lightly brushing the wrinkled surface and soliciting another moan from me. She looked up from her work to be sure Hera was paying attention before gently taking the entire ball sack into her mouth, I was indeed impressed. After a moment of gentle sucking, she let the whole thing go again and moved back.

“Now you try it, honey. Hold his cock while you do it, and remember to be gentle with him.” Lucy instructed her.

Hesitantly, Hera followed Lucy’s example, tickling Paul’s nuts with her tongue before taking one nut between her deep red lips. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Lucy encouraged. “Now do the other one.” Hera switched balls, leaving Paul’s scrotum covered with strands of her saliva.

“Okay, now that you think you’re such a hot little cock sucking slut let’s see you do both at once like I did.” Lucy said impishly to Hera. Soon Hera was struggling to take both nuts into her mouth. My eyes were wide open and glued to my cock as Hera spread her mouth wide, and finally engulfed my entire scrotum.

“Wow!” Lucy gushed, genuinely amazed at how well Hera had done. She was hard pressed to do that herself, and it was certainly a feat for an amateur like Hera.

“Okay, tickle him a little with your tongue and then let him go.” I spent a few seconds gasping and moaning before Hera released me from her mouth. Hera looked up at Lucy expectantly as she sat back, one hand still encircling the base of my cock.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get him to shoot his load with a little sucking don’t you Hera, but it’s important to get this right Hera. You need to go slow and deep. Take him as far in as you can and then let him out slowly, and it’s important to remember to suck hard on the upstroke, too. Just watch.” Lucy leaned forward wrapping her expert lips around my swollen member. She lowered her head until my pubic hair was brushing her nose before withdrawing slowly, sucking as she did so. After one more stroke to demonstrate the technique, she let me go.

“See? Okay, now go ahead and suck him off, honey.” Hera complied, following Lucy’s example.

“That’s it, sweetie, suck him good.” Lucy encouraged, noting with approval the concavity hollows of Hera’s cheeks as she slowly withdrew her head from my cock shaft.

“Slowly, slowly ... good ... good ... okay. Now keep doing that, but start sliding your tongue back and forth on the underside while you do that.” I grunted, my back arching as Hera continued to suck me. Lucy quickly shed her clothes as she watched the horny teenager going at it with me.

“Now honey, you have to remember this is a visual thing for him as well. Nothing gets a man hotter than seeing those luscious red lips of yours sliding up and down his cock shaft. So make sure to keep your hair out of the way. Just sweep it all over one shoulder, like ... there you got it, that’s a good girl. Make sure to tickle that sweet spot whenever you can,” Lucy added as my groans grew louder and I bucked on the bed.

Lucy placed a finger at the base of my cock, feeling for the telltale throbbing. Sure enough, there it was. So she pulled down one of Katrina’s hands to feel the spot too. “This is how you can tell how close he is to coming Hera.”

“Okay, honey, he’s going to blow his load soon. Just keep going, and when you feel him about to come, stop anything else you’re doing, and take it all in.” She then leaned in to whisper a final piece of advice in the redhead’s ear that I couldn’t hear, but had a pretty good ideal what it was.

Sure enough, within moments I came, my hips bucked as I rammed my stiff cock deep into Katrina’s mouth. Maybe I should say all the way down her throat till my balls were quite literally touching her nose. Hera herself held on though it all, her lips firmly sealed around my cock shaft throughout my fantastic orgasm.

“Good girl, Good girl, he’s almost done...” Lucy said encouragingly to Hera when at last I had finished coming into her mouth. At that point Lucy climbed up onto the bed, kneeling beside my midsection.

“Now you can let him go ... that’s it ... Good girl...” Hera let me out of her mouth, and rose up on her knees.

“Oops, you let a little bit get away, sweetheart!” Lucy exclaimed as a strand of sperm dribbled out of the corner of Hera’s mouth and ran down to her chin. Of course Hera had done it on purpose I knew, that was what the last whispered instruction of Lucy’s had been. Men love to see their spunk dribbling out the corner of a lover’s mouth, as though she’d been trying to swallow it all, but just couldn’t keep up with how much was delivered. Speaking of things men loved to see, Lucy had one more trick up her nonexistent sleeve I knew.

“Here honey, let me take care of that.” Lucy cooed to Hera as she leaned over to take Hera by the shoulders, and slowly extend her tongue to lick the strand of sperm off Hera’s chin. Her tongue continued to traced the sperm’s path up until her tongue brushed Hera’s luscious red lips.

“Mnnnnnnn, good to the last drop baby.” Lucy let out as I watched, just as I somehow knew she had planed it that way. Lucy definitely knew what men wanted I had to admit.

Hera was trembling now, her eyes captured and locked on Lucy’s. Slowly, Lucy brushed her full lips against the redhead’s lips. Then both women opened their mouths and tasted each other with wild abandon, their tongues snaking between their pouting lips. Lucy was surprised at how much this aroused herself. She’d never been that interested in other women before. But ... well, maybe it was because I was watching. In the end she couldn’t really tell if she was responding to Hera, or to the fact that I was watching the show they were putting on for me. Anyway she was turned on.

They continued to kiss and swap my gob of white pearly sperm back and forth in their mouths for a few more minutes with Lucy savoring the taste of Hera in her mouth. Lucy ran her hands over Hera’s nubile body, cupping her firm tits and stroking her mane of long red silky hair. Lucy gasped as she felt Hera’s hands on her own breasts.

At last they broke for air. After looking into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, they both looked down at my cock, which had once again begun to show signs of new life. It lives!

“Well,” Lucy said wickedly to Hera. “Now that I’ve shown you how to use your mouth so well, let me teach you a thing or two about what your pussy is good for.” Spreading her knees wide, Lucy reached for Hera’s hand.

“Half of being a good fuck is in the muscles baby. Muscle control is everything. Now, stick a couple of fingers up my pussy, honey. Go ahead it won’t bite ... well not much.” Lucy urged. Somewhat hesitantly, Hera complied. Lucy did her best to ignore the stimulation Hera’s fingers were providing in her cunt.

“Okay,” Lucy said as she began to rhythmically flex the muscles of her pussy’s walls, “do you feel that, sweetie?”

“Yeah,” Hera replied, then Lucy took Hera’s free hand and placed it flat against her lower abdomen so she could feel the muscles flexing inside.

“You see? It’s all in the abdominal muscles. Now you try it. Go ahead and mount Paul’s cock, baby. There you go, that’s a good girl...” Lucy said soothingly as Hera gently impaled herself on my now-rigid shaft. “Now flex your muscles just like I showed you, honey.” Lucy felt Hera’s stomach, offering pointers as I began to groan.

“That’s it ... a little slower, honey. Make it sensual...” Hera was learning remarkably quickly even if most of this is instinctual, built into us by good old Mother Nature herself. She was going to be a very talented slut Lucy thought to herself.

“All right, baby, let’s start pumping now, but make sure you keep your muscles working. Flex those legs ... there we go. Good girl,” Lucy praised her as Hera began to hump up and down on Paul’s stiff cock. “I think you’re getting the hang of it, honey.” I was once again thrashing in pleasure on the bed.

“Now honey, the other half that isn’t in the muscles is in the mind,” Lucy told Hera. “I want you to just concentrate on your pussy for now, but pay attention to what I’m saying because you’re going to have to learn this, too eventually.” Lucy leaned forward, speaking in a throaty whisper to Hera “Oh, God, you’re so fucking hung, Paul. Look at that huge cock crammed into that tight little pussy. The poor little bitch doesn’t stand a chance against a cock like that.” Lucy laughed.

“Look what you’re doing to her, Paul. She’s such a cock-hungry little slut. She’s already swallowed that massive load you shot down her throat. I could taste your sweet jizz in her mouth when I kissed her, and now she’s back for more. You can see how fucking horny she is. She loves to feel that thick cock of yours in her sweet pussy.”

“Just look at her. She’s like a bitch in heat. The poor little slut needs your cum, and she’s going to keep humping and humping until she gets it Paul. The little whore wants your jizz. She wants to feel your cock blast that sweet jizz right up her tight little pussy. Fuck her. Fuck her! Fuck her!” Lucy exhorted me. Hera’s cries were becoming more intense as my own groans grew louder.

I came at last, my body shuddering as I blasted out my cum. Hera orgasmed simultaneously with my release, shrieking in ecstasy as her back arched. Lucy smiled as she watched Hera come. Hera’s orgasm was uncontrolled, without any real art to it Lucy noted, but that was something else she would have to learn in the future both me and Lucy knew. How to channel and control her own orgasm to maximize her Master’s pleasure was a good slut’s duty, but she could learn the fine points of orgasm later. Right now she’d performed well so far, and a good slut deserved her reward Lucy told herself. Lucy told herself all this as she leaned over the still joined crotches of Paul and Hera and extended her tongue to lick up the milky white cum leaking from Hera’s still spasming pussy.

When at last my orgasm subsided, Lucy rose to her knees, planting soft kisses on Hera’s lips. “Good girl,” Lucy said.

“I’m so proud of you, honey.” They kissed deeply again. Lucy felt Hera probing her mouth eagerly, no doubt desperate to taste my cum, just as Lucy herself had been doing a few minutes earlier. At long last their lips parted and Hera heaved herself off my deflating cock, to fall exhausted to the bed beside me.

Lucy fought down a frown, Hera had to learn, or be taught, that pleasing a man didn’t end just because he’d cum. But there was time for that latter, ample time for Lucy to finish her training.

“Okay, that was fantastic, sweetie, but there’s more to it than that,” Lucy said, swinging one leg over my body to straddle my torso. “Now watch me, honey.” I was staring up at her disbelieveingly. She flashed me a sultry smile as she massaged my cock with one hand. She figured me to be good for one more ride I guess. In fact I could already feel my member stiffening in her hand. Maybe under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have tried to bring me to a third orgasm, but there really would never be a better time to demonstrate proper technique to Hera she figured. Lucy groaned as she slipped my stiff cock into her dripping wet snatch. Besides as Lucy told us latter she felt like she’d go crazy if she didn’t get a good fucking of her own right now.

“Now the first thing to remember, honey, is that your hands should always be busy...” Lucy started her lecture on my body, and I let her.

Rolling out of bed the next morning I felt like I’d been kicked in the balls, then beaten with a giant meat tenderizer all over my soft parts. Maybe I should make a new rule, “girls will not use Paul as a practice dummy ... even if he is a dummy”. As the saying goes, muscles that I didn’t even know I had hurt like hell. I sorted through my vague memories of the previous afternoon and night, trying to remember everything the girls had done to me. After demonstrating proper technique to Hera by riding my cock until I came in her again, Lucy had then insisted that Hera take another ride to show that she had learned her lesson. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Lucy had insisted on riding me one more time herself, to show Hera what she’d done wrong. The horny little sluts had been insatiable! And I had allowed it. Allowed it!? That was so fucking wrong, and I wanted answers.

I was not raging ... I was in complete control ... when I thought about that I knew I should be raving. What had they done to me?

I butted in at that point.

Raymond cut me off.