Nigkala Tales Pt. 38: Living the Song

"This is a lot of work. I can do everything, but it would be cheaper and far faster if I can bring in others to do a lot of the drudge work."

"Would they all be bound by our agreement?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then bring them in. How much will you need me?"

"There will be a lot of signatures needed, but not until we are ready to send everything. But sending so many patents in your name will likely trigger attention."

"What if we use a dummy company?"

"Attention would be diverted to it."

"Then I'll set one up."

"That's rather complicated."

"I know. I've done it before, and now have a group at one of my companies that specializes in that."

"Oh? That sounds like a story I'd like to hear."

"Perhaps someday, but not today."

We parted, and six months later, we sent everything off to the Patent Office by courier. I paid extra for priority handling. Nine months after that, I got a call from Clark.

"Becky Sue, I think we have run into a problem."

"How so?"

"We are being slow walked, and perhaps being held hostage. It is difficult to say, as the agency is not very transparent. However, there seems to be a common element."

"Oh?"

"Yes. A senior bureaucrat seems to be in the center of all this. Some feelers I've put out indicate he has a bad reputation for doing this, but has never been caught out."

"Let me come in and meet you. I want all you know about this, and then I'll see what I can do."

"I doubt you can do much."

"From what you've said, it appears to be a people issue, and I am quite good at that kind of thing."

"Perhaps you are right."

The next day Clark briefed me on everything. Then I flew to Silicon Valley, to scope out things.

I took a cab to the hotel, and checked in. By that time, my hired P.I. had scoped out the bureaucrat, and knew enough of his habits that I could 'bump' into him. I dressed to be unnoticed, and then got a cab to a particular establishment. While my height got some attention, I know how to go unnoticed, even in this place. It was a private club for dominants and submissives, and normally I would need to be invited by a member, but An's power let me ease in, like I owned the place.

When he finally came in two hours later, I had declined seven offers for sex. At this point, I opened my senses to him, to see what he wanted here, and also to see if he was aware of my patents. The first was an easy answer - sex. The latter, however, took nearly an hour to sift through everything relevant. I learned he was a confidence man, and was using his position and power to make extra money in a number of ways. They included blackmail, embezzlement, and falsifying official reports. His people were either unaware, or too scared of him to report him. In his personal life, he was here cheating on his wife.

All told, he was a bad man, abusing those around him. I decided to take him down, but I needed a plan. I watched him while he was here, and noted what kind of woman he liked, and what kind of sex he liked. After he left, I relaxed by accepting a few offers of sex.

My first step was to become an official member of this club, and get to know him here. For that, I needed to see management, which meant I would need to be here early tomorrow. I left alone, and at the hotel went right to bed. In the morning, I crafted my appearance, as well as a number of appropriate outfits.

When I showed up in the early afternoon, I was not even questioned, as my attire and attitude screamed I belonged. So the manager was rather surprised when I asked to become a member. He gave me a form to fill out, and when I did, he filed it and gave me a card. I don't think he even looked at the form. Today, I was going to make a splash, so I left until after dinner, when I returned, ready to dominate. Again, no one asked for my membership card. He came an hour later, by which time I had assembled a little entourage, with several men and women fawning over me. Of course, he noticed me.

At first, I feigned not to notice him. But just before he was ready to leave, I said, "The peasant speaks? Come, crawl to me, and repeat your question." I added a little of An's power of command, and he instantly went to his knees and crawled to me.

"Mistress, may I join you?"

"Hmm. You wish to bathe in my radiance? I like you. Yes. Sit at my feet and look at me for a while. Oh, and be quiet until I say so."

He crawled to my feet, turned over and sat down, practically staring at my breasts, all four of them. I continued with my ensemble for another ten minutes, and then said, "Well, obedient peasant. It seems you are willing to be my plaything. Tell me, what do you desire the most of me, as if I don't already know." I think he almost came just from my question.

"Mistress, I want to have sex with you, to be used by you, and to please you."

"I see. Or no, I don't see. Stand and remove your clothes, so I can see all you have."

He got up quickly, and hurriedly took his clothes off. I thought he might tear them, he was going so fast. Finally, he announced he was ready. He stood naked before us, and his erection was at least nine inches long, and quite thick.

"Now turn around, slowly. I want to see it all, and to show you to all."

He again complied, and if anything, his dick got harder, and I could see a little pre-cum almost dribble. I told one of the others to collect his clothes, and then told him to follow me. I said the others could watch, if they wanted. We slowly walked through a doorway, and down a corridor, before entering a large room. There was a large bed, and I stood before it.

"Kneel before me." He did. "Lift my skirt, and please me with your face."

Lifting it, he saw I was not wearing panties, so he leaned in and started to lick my pussy.

"Boring. Make it interesting."

He stopped a moment, then resumed, but this time, he started to lick me in an odd way. It took only a few licks to realize he was doing the alphabet on me. When he was well into his third repeat, I broke in, and said, "Clever, little man. Tell me what you want next, but you must spell it out, without mistakes."

He spelled out, "I want you in bed", but misspelled "you" as "yov" because he forgot to round the end.

"Sorry, you is spelled with the letter U, not the letter V. Try again."

This time, he failed to make the little E properly, and it was an O. "That doesn't make sense. You want me in bod? Try again."

Finally, the third time was a charm. "Oh, you want me in bed. I suppose I could do that. But then you would no longer be able to tell me what you want, since you would still be here." I could see that got him peeved, so he began again, but this time spelling, "I want to sex you in bed." He took his time, and got it right.

"Well, friends. It appears he is horny, and wants to have sex with me. Do you think I should let him?" I got a number of answers, some each way. "So, no consensus." They immediately went quiet, waiting on what I had to say. "Well, his licking has had a little effect. Perhaps I shall allow you to have sex with me. But first, you must remove my clothes. After you remove each piece, you will carefully fold it, and give it to one of the others to hold.

It took several minutes, as he had to deal with stockings, garter belts, a blouse, and not one, but two bras. He also had to deal with my requirement for perfectly folding everything, which at least doubled the time. I could feel both his frustration, and his satisfaction. He really liked this humiliation, but it was driving him crazy. So I turned it up a notch. Pulling in Inanna's power, I got him to the point of coming, but wouldn't let him come. And I held it there, with occasional dips to relieve the strain. After twenty minutes at peak, I finally let him come.

Then I had him eat me out, and clean it all up, by which time, he was almost ready to come again. This time, I told him to do oral, and I sucked his dick down to the balls, and used my tongue to massage them to get them to come, and keep coming longer than he thought possible. I swallowed every drop, but I saved the last mouthful to kiss him, and pass to him his own seed. Everyone saw I had that mouthful, and then they saw it dribbling out his mouth.

"Be a good peasant, and swallow it all." He didn't hesitate. "Now sleep - on the floor. You've been a good boy." I tossed him a pillow. He then curled up on the floor, still naked, and was sleeping in moments.

I looked at the assembled, and said, "Who's next?" I had my pick of volunteers. I wasn't quite as abusive to them, but left them happy with their domination. When I felt my target was about to wake, I dismissed everyone, and dressed. Then I sat on the bed and waited.

When he woke, he was groggy, and confused. He quickly realized he was naked. Then he saw me on the bed, and almost panicked.

"Well, peasant, you have done well with your audition. I will let you be my pet." I then handed him a studded leather collar I had just made, along with a leash. It even had a dog tag with his name on it. "Put this on... good boy. Now get dressed, but slowly. I want to be entertained."

"Hand me the end of the leash." Then I took it from him, and pulled him out of the room, and we went back to the main room. There, I selected a nice chair, with a side table, and told him to fetch me a particular drink. "Go fetch, pet."

I let him go, and he came back with two drinks. One for me, and one for him. "I didn't say you could have a drink. Put it down here, and sit by my feet. I want a foot massage." After abusing him a bit, I finally allowed him to have his drink.

"Enlighten me. Tell me about your work life. What you do to earn money." I then whammied him to be a little loose lipped. While I feigned ignoring him, I was actually wide open to what he said, and thought. I wanted all the goods I could get on him, especially the provable bits. When he ran down, I told him to go home, and return tomorrow, as I would like to walk my pet. Once he left, I had fun with two others, and also left.

Back at the hotel, I documented everything I could remember, which was a lot. I did this for three more days. During the day, I made contact with the inspector general of his department, and forwarded the transcribed information I had, indicating it was based only on what I recalled of what he said. But I invited him or her to visit the club and meet me beforehand, so I could wear a mic, and they could film it. I also got the owner to sign off on it, but he insisted it occur in a private room, so the other guests wouldn't be involved.

On the fifth day, I met the IG duo, and put on a bracelet that also was a mic. We went in, and then set the camera and shotgun mic up, hidden by a plant. Not great cover, but I would keep him unaware of it. They then went outside, to their van, and waited.

He showed up, and I quickly had him drink two small glasses of water, that I told him were vodka with lemon. The lemon was real, but I whammied the belief in the vodka, as well as the loosing of his tongue. Then I pulled his leash into the private room, where I abused him a little, but not enough to get the video censored in court. Then I told him to tell me of all the sneaky stuff he did that day. When that ran out, I asked about stuff he had done in the last month. Finally, I asked for his best stories of what he had done, and what it had got him. When he seemed to be slowing down, I made encouraging noises, and he continued some more. When I felt he was out of juicy stuff, I told him it was playtime. I grabbed his leash, and while he wasn't looking, I left the jewelry on the table.

We headed deeper into the club, and had sex for nearly an hour, and then I left him sleeping. I went back to the room, and picked up the mic, and said, "All done. Come on in and collect your stuff." Five minutes later, they were there.

"Where is he?"

"I left him sleeping down the hall. I abused him sexually a bit more, but gave him the release he wanted."

"I can't believe anyone would submit to that."

"There are all kinds of people in the world, and I know sex. I expect he will want more. I'll tell the manager I won't be here for the next two days. That way, if you need more time, we can set something up."

"Thanks. But what he said here was quite a lot."

"Surely, there should be something to get him out of circulation, so that you can then deal with the rest."

"Well, coming to this club is not illegal, but would likely ruin his career, and maybe his marriage."

"My preference would be to ignore the club for now. He will likely slip up and mention it. Then you can do what you will with his presence here. I would prefer to be left out of it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you."

It turned out they didn't need me again. The second day, he was arrested, and certain records accessed that showed proof of at least three of the crimes he had admitted to. That started the ball rolling. They followed my notes, and the video and audio recordings and found so much more. Within a week, he was on administrative leave. In a month, he was fired, and indicted.

Another manager was assigned to my patents, and with a little prodding, the patents were expedited a little extra. Mr. Kent was surprised, and pleased, at my work. Within a month, all my patents were given provisional numbers. It was now time to talk to Red Horizons.

Making another appointment with Mr. Kent, we plotted out the likely agreements we could get, along with some extra, if I could convince them. I invited Tex, but warned him to consider how the company might see his role. He chose to attend, and even suggested who to contact.

The meeting with the company turned into over a dozen day-long meetings, spread over a month. They had difficulty believing it, but Tex's attestation, along with the provisional patents convinced them I had something. They were reluctant to accept my basic terms, but as the potential return was huge, they caved. While I didn't whammy them, I did monitor their thoughts, so I could see when they were bluffing, stalling, or otherwise playing a game. I played my own game in emphasizing how this would revolutionize everything, and that I was already partnered with them with my prosthetic business.

While I did not get all my monetary goals, I got close. I did keep my control and rights. And most importantly, they committed to developing an AI for the system. Once that got looked over by my team of lawyers and signed, I turned over copies of the specs.

Even as they worked hard to make a control AI, their manufacturing test facility was able to turn out several dozen sets of parts. Another branch was developing the solar charger, adapting it to common power protocols. They had it working within a month, and it hit the market with a big splash. The fact that it was almost three times as efficient, meant you could get a smaller unit for the same power, or a unit that could supply three times the amount. The second month, they had a prototype solar sail for their space station, which really pumped up its available power. The sales of the solar charger alone, changed their minds about our deal.

As all this was happening, Filipe had asked me what I was up to, and I told him about the club. He thought it would be rather interesting to check out, so we arranged to visit a few times. His chauffeur drove us, and Filipe played my assistant. While we didn't have sex in the club with each other, he watched me with quite a few people, bossing them about, and mildly abusing them. When he saw someone he wanted, he gave me a subtle sign, and I would command her to serve him for our pleasure.

With the new Atlantean technology, and the blessed sand I spread, the year was proving to be a very good year for restoring things. With the land extra productive, the farmers had money to spend, and the new tech allowed more automation. While the full AI that I brought back could handle a lot, the initial systems marketed were quite limited. Yet they were so much more than what existed, that they were hailed as a great advancement. One of the things they held back was the replicating ability. They only allowed that in their own factory units. They also built a factory on the moon, to assist with the colonization effort there.

In the middle of all this good news, came some personal tragedy. Filipe was not feeling well, often, so he went to the doctor to get a thorough checkup. That led to more tests, and the final diagnosis was inoperable cancer. Several months were spent looking into the various possible treatments, and Filipe decided that the stress and pain of the options were not worth the little extra time likely gained.

"Filipe, I know you have rejected the assorted options for your condition. There is another, I can offer. Inanna's healing. Isis also has some. I would be willing to try those on you."

"Becky Sue, I love you. But I realized that possibility a while ago, and rejected it. It is my time. You and the children have been my life for decades, now. The other stuff, while nice, was just a bonus."

"I saw you were accepting this fate, but I had to offer. Life is precious."

"It is, but I tire, and I know my time is almost up. My body is wearing out, and each year there is more pain and suffering. I am not one to complain, so I just bore it, and moved slower. But with the recent change, I believe the end will come soon."

"Too soon for me."

"Do not feel that way. You have given me a full and happy life. We all must go when it is our time. To do otherwise, is to court pain and suffering. Not just our own, but all who experience us will feel our pain, as well."

"What will we do?"

"I will retire from acting, again. But this time, for real. We can hire someone to look after my physical needs, and live in the house. Over the next few months, the children can visit for a while, but not stay too long. I don't want them to get depressed or morose, but rather be glad to see me off. I'm sure you will land on your feet. You always do."

"Then I shall no longer accept parts that take me away from you. So that means voice acting, and occasional day jobs, or coaching from here."

"Then so be it. We can tell everyone in the next few days, with a short media release of my cancer diagnosis."

"Do you want to do that, or shall I?"

"I'll call my agent, and we'll do the release, but you can handle family and friends."

I alerted my agent, with the promise not to announce anything until after Filipe's announcement went through the news cycle. I also called all the children and grandchildren. Most made plans to spend a week or two with us in the next few months. I asked Cleopatra and Layla to plan a little extra time so that we could include Isis and Osiris in our discussion.

Each of the kids came by, usually with their entire family, and we would have a quiet barbecue or picnic in the back, where the youngest would play in the pool, and the older ones would spend time with Filipe and me. As I was in charge of the schedule, we never had too many visit at one time.

When Cleopatra and Layla came, I asked Isis and Osiris over as well, but Filipe was not part of these meetings. All were curious. Cleopatra asked, "Mom, it seems odd, meeting like this to say goodbye to dad."

"I asked all of you together, now, not for that, but for a related thing. Isis and Osiris already know this, but the fact you are gods and not just our children, means that you will outlive nearly everyone you know. Saying goodbye to a stranger you barely know is easy. But goodbye to a loved one is far harder, and you will do this again and again."

"Yes, mom. Now that you mention it, it is obvious."

"Yet not the first thing that comes to mind. I, too, will need to say goodbye, but will do it in the bedroom." That got a few smiles. "Yes, that, too. But I will face the pain, just as you, and perhaps more so, as he has been my other half for over half a century. Sure, we were apart many times, but we kept in touch, and treasured the time we had together."