Villainy Victorious

by L. Ron Hubbard

  The volunteer came back into the vast chamber, beaming and delighted. He whispered to his companions and they shook his hands and kissed him, making him a momentary swirl of attention.

  The two boys came back, adjusting their clothes at the door, and then stole a puff apiece from a nearby joint and went once more to take their places near Teenie. One of them made a circle with his finger and thumb at her, an “okay” she must have taught him. She winked and nodded and he grinned and stood once more with folded arms like a statue.

  A piece ended. A male singer in a shimmering military shirt came out. He held a microphone in his fist. The music started up with the beat of rock and roll. The audience began to move in rhythm to it. The singer screwed up his face and then he began to move his hips just like Elvis Presley! It so startled Madison to see this that for an instant he had the delusion of being in some Earth nightclub decades ago, and he didn’t register for a moment that this was NOT a Presley song! The beat was there but not the meter.

  Oh, a soldier’s life is the life for me,

  Tuma-a-diddle, tuma-a-diddle, paw-paw.

  In camp and plain, I’m always free

  To tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  No women ever spoil my view

  With tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  They’re always wanting something new,

  Not tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  For it is the men that I enjoy

  To tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  The best there is, I find, is boy!

  Oh, tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  The enemy I do not mind

  If tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw

  Can go on in my behind

  With tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw,

  And if my bunkmates all are kind

  With tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  Surrounded by ten thousand (bleeps)

  That tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw,

  All passionate and hard as rocks

  To tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw,

  Eager to slide in my buttocks

  And tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw!

  So (bleep), (bleep), (bleep) and (bleep) in me!

  Tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  And let me (bleep) and (bleep) in thee

  With tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle, paw-paw.

  Oh, what a love-ul-lee Arm-eee!

  With its tuma-diddle, tuma-diddle,

  OH! BOY!

  But that was not the end. Teenie had been waving her scepter to the beat and watching the boys sway. She gave a sudden signal. The music went up in volume, battering the hall.

  Teenie stood up.

  A blue spotlight came on.

  She reached up to the collar of her military coat.

  She gave a rip.

  It fell off!

  She still had on her crown. She was wearing a red jacket so short that it barely covered the tops of her shoulders and her breasts, leaving her exposed from throat to crotch. She had on a small, scarlet jockstrap, no bigger than bikini pants, which had a gold metal plate in front. What had appeared to be boots were simply foot platforms, laced with red to her ankles, leaving the tops of her feet bare.

  SHE WAS PAINTED FROM THROAT TO HEEL WITH PHALLIC SYMBOLS!

  A groan of ecstasy rose even above the music from the crowd.

  The singer began to sing the song again.

  Between the two kneeling grooms in gold, Teenie began to dance in place. But she was not moving her limbs. All that was moving was her muscles!

  Selectedly, in rhythmic time, balanced from right to left, the flesh was jerking and leaping, savage but under perfect control. The spotlight began to change colors in rhythm.

  She took a step downward, muscles still dancing. Then step by step she descended, provocative, seductive. And when the muscles leaped the phallic symbols writhed and jerked.

  Oh, she had been well taught by the Hong Kong whore! As she extended her hands and feet, exactly in time to the music beat, the muscles whipped and rippled.

  Now she was advancing across the open space, planting her feet so that the heel struck last. The song and music thudded on.

  She went all along the ropes, muscles writhing, and her hips began to grind.

  The boys watched her with eyes that were glazed with appreciation, awe and passion. Their mouths were open and their breath was coming hard.

  Then Teenie turned away from them so they could see her behind and marched with beating steps while her buttocks writhed in time.

  The song had rolled off twice again and now neared its end. She began to spin her scepter over her head. She suddenly caught it and shoved it between her legs from behind and threw up her arms.

  The cymbals crashed. The lights burst on.

  SCREAMS OF ECSTASY AND APPLAUSE CAME FROM THE BOYS!

  The two little boys rushed up and put a golden cape on her that covered her, neck to heel. She turned and, holding the shimmering folds to her, made kissing sounds at her audience.

  Good God, thought Madison, she certainly peaked that performance! He had not known she could muscle-dance, although he had often heard her speak of her training under the Hong Kong whore.

  She certainly held these boys in her palm. Their attitude toward her was expressed in their adoring eyes. If he could only get her to listen to reason. This was a juggernaut of influence to be channeled!

  But she certainly must be finished now, and any moment she would come over and say “Off with his head!” and he never would be able to bring Heller the fame to which he was entitled.

  A tear coursed down Madison’s cheek as he thought how brutal life really was. The plum was almost within his grasp and yet he sat here starving.

  Then he sat up with amazement. This program had even more to it! But it couldn’t have! Not after that climax!

  PART SEVENTY-TWO

  Chapter 9

  At a wave of Teenie’s hand, many staff ran out. They were pushing carts on which teetered mountains of sweetbuns and tanks of sparklewater and canisters, both of which were seasoned with hash oil. They thrust them through the ropes and the boys fell on them avidly to remedy the tight jaw muscles and dry throats Madison knew the smoked marijuana must have given them.

  Another huge board was put in place and when the tumult had died down and all the boys were contentedly gulping and chewing, Teenie stood before the new display and raised her scepter for quiet.

  “I am glad you liked the dance,” she said, “but it was wholly education—we must always complete our education. I did it just to demonstrate muscle control. For muscle control is EVERYTHING!”

  She had their rapt attention. “Now I want from you another virgin volunteer.”

  Several would have dashed forward but she pointed out a tall brunette boy of perhaps sixteen. The sergeants let him through the blue ropes. He walked forward: he was very handsome, striding with a lordly, springing gait. His clothing shimmered in all colors of the rainbow.

  A herald suddenly appeared behind Teenie’s back, whispered something to her and withdrew. “Aha!” cried Teenie as the youth approached. “We have another high nobleman amongst us: the son of Snor, heir to his father, the Lord of the Interior! Advance, milord, if you have come to pledge fealty to your queen.”

  The boy ran forward and knelt suddenly at her feet. He reached out and grasped the bottom of her golden cloak and pressed it ardently to his lips. “I do acknowledge that I am thy vassal, O Queen Teenie, and do but wait any bidding of your slightest whim.”

  Madison stiffened with excitement. Lord Snor controlled Homeview and this boy was one of two who had access to him. Oh, God, he moaned, what a prize! But Teenie and her influence seemed light-years beyond his reach. Oh, God, he must think of something to get her to cooperate and give over this notion of executing him. She didn’t even know the value of that lordling who now knelt at her feet.

  Teenie lightly touched him with her scepter. “Your fe
alty now I do accept. Rise, my vassal, and embrace your queen.”

  The boy rose and they engaged in a perfunctory embrace while moans of envy coursed through the room. The boy stood away and looked back at the crowd with a cockiness that said he guessed that would show them.

  There was another rumbling roar and servants pushed the platform up on which the first volunteer had stood. It now had a cushioned table on it.

  Teenie made another signal and Too-Too ducked through the ropes and raced away from the crowd to her. He was followed by cheers and calls of “Lucky Too-Too!”

  The orchestra began to play again—less volume but a hard and sexy rock beat.

  The two golden pages walked Too-Too and the son of Snor up the steps of the pedestal, mounting in the rhythm of the sexy music. They reached the top and turned around.

  The music pulsed with a heavy rock beat and pulsing with it came a play of colored lights lacing forward and backward over the crowd.

  Teenie settled her crown over her ponytail and walked up to the new display board. She pointed at the picture with her scepter. Single amongst the roving colored lights, a white light glowed upon it. “The artist has drawn a beautiful picture here and I know you will all agree. Attend!” She gave her scepter a jab at it. “This is the sphincter muscle! As you can see on this chart, it is located just inside the anus. It is a ringlike muscle which normally maintains constriction of this body orifice and is capable of relaxing and contracting.”

  She turned and fixed them with her eye. The music pounded and the lights pulsed. “Now, if this muscle were NOT under your control, it would be disaster, right?”

  “Right!” they chorused back.

  “IT IS THE MUSCLE OF LIFE AND DEATH!” cried Teenie.

  They stared at her with awe.

  “When people die,” she cried, “it lets go!”

  A gasp of horror rose above the beating music.

  “Therefore,” cried Teenie, “an active sphincter muscle is a sign of life!” She drew herself up sternly and called, “Is yours active?”

  The crowd of catamites and catamite initiates responded with an emphatic “YES!”

  Teenie shouted, “Then you LIVE!”

  Cheers racketed around the hall above the beat of music.

  “Now, so much for the technology,” said Teenie. “It is in your power to control the sphincter muscle. Oh, you say, no, no, not possible. Well, young gentlemen, I must inform you that it is not only possible, you can make it go round and round!”

  Cries of “No!” and “That can’t be!”

  “Ah, yes!” said Teenie. “You can learn to control it, and in your study time in future days in the basement study rooms, I will make available to you a probe. It is a simple matter, no more difficult than finding the control points and discovering how to wiggle your ears. Ah, I see you do not believe it. And so, my courtly gentlemen, I have arranged a demonstration!”

  She walked to the platform steps and mounted it to the music beat. The spotlight had followed her and now it fell also upon the two boys who stood there.

  She put her hand on the shoulder of Too-Too. “This pretty expert has been trained and is much experienced.” Too-Too looked at her adoringly, eyes bright in his painted face. It was obvious that the privilege of being touched by her was almost more than he could bear.

  Teenie made a gesture and the two grooms started to strip Too-Too and the son of Snor.

  Madison abruptly understood, from his experience on the Blixo, what was about to happen. “No!” he shrieked. “No, Teenie, no!”

  Instantly the guard was in front of him.

  The electric axe was huge in Madison’s face.

  “Be silent!” snarled the guard.

  Madison raised his eyes in prayer. Teenie’s voice came to him. “Bend over, dear Too-Too,” she said. “Now, grooms, make the lordling here stand upright behind him and do not let him move. Not a muscle!”

  The orchestra played devotedly.

  The boys behind the rope stared as the colored lights laced across them. They let out a concerted groan of interest.

  “Too-Too,” came Teenie’s voice, “begin!”

  Madison could not see around the axe.

  Madison shifted slightly. There was a hole in the blade. He could just see the face of the son of Snor. It was wreathed in ecstasy.

  “Don’t let him move at all!” came Teenie’s voice.

  The bandleader gave a signal and the volume of the music rose.

  The boys behind the ropes were standing with their mouths open in amazement.

  The bandleader directed for more volume and the heavy throb was making the curtains jump.

  Madison tried to see through the hole in the axe.

  A boy in the audience said, “I don’t believe it,” in a passion-choked voice.

  “Those grooms are holding him like a statue!” said his companion, wide-eyed.

  Too-Too’s horizontal face held a knowing smile.

  The crowd was wide-eyed and panting.

  Madison, staring, flinched at a scream of ecstasy from the son of Snor.

  A moan went through the hall. It had the tension of sexual yearning in it, desire that throbbed as heavy as the music beat.

  Teenie leaped down off the platform and sprang up the steps to her throne. The spotlight followed her and she stood, arms raised on high. The music was louder, heavier. She began to sway to the rhythm of it, scepter raised on high, golden crown flashing.

  Her golden robe fell from her and she stood there swaying while the phallic symbols writhed upon her.

  “Vassals and courtly gentlemen!” she cried. “Hear my Royal command! HAVE AT IT!”

  They gave a thankful shout! Behind the ropes they fell upon one another like wolves in heat. The music and marijuana and the tableaux, the pulsing colored lights, had driven them mad with lust that no longer could be restrained.

  The air above the roped-off areas was a sudden explosion of castoff jackets and other clothing.

  The floor behind the ropes began to sink and with it went the sound of savage music and the lights, the stacks of sweetbuns and sparklewater and the cries of the boys.

  A second floor slid over and the crowd was gone.

  PART SEVENTY-TWO

  Chapter 10

  Madison knew his time had come.

  The servants were rolling the platform away—Too-Too and the lordling had scampered off into the orgy and behind the ropes had begun to hug and kiss. The big board went and then the throne.

  The musician balcony was sliding back into invisibility, for the same piece they had been playing had melted undetectably into recordings which still thumped very faintly from the floor below.

  The lights in the room went back to normal. The marijuana smoke was sucked away by ventilators. A fresh smell like violets gently replaced it.

  Madison cowered in his chair under the watchful eye of Hammer. Little sparks ran up and down the blade of the electric axe. Madison cringed back to keep it from touching his chains.

  There seemed to be a gathering of the staff. Men and women in clothes that might be worn by cooks and chambermaids and technicians were drifting in. Even the musicians that had played joined the collecting throng. There seemed to be more than a hundred of them, including the seneschals, heralds and guards. Even the old gardeners came in: one of them had a bouquet of massive flowers.

  Madison wondered if they were all there to attend his trial. It made him acutely uncomfortable. Maybe they loved the sight of blood!

  Teenie had been talking to some artist-looking fellow and they were now both laughing. Somebody had taken away her golden cape and replaced it with a plain red cloak that hung about her.

  She started to walk toward the staircase that led upward. Madison felt a sudden surge of hope. She seemed to have forgotten him entirely: at least with luck he’d live another day. He tried to make himself very small so as not to attract her attention.

  The staff had formed two lines now and Madison un
derstood that they were not there to witness his demise. This must be some sort of a nightly informal ritual. Earlier moments might belong to the great Lords, but this was their little gathering, no more than a wishing of good night as they sent her off to bed.

  A portly old man, coated in many golden frogs like an officer, probably the major-domo of the place, approached her as she strolled between the two rows of servants. He dropped to his knee and the whole staff instantly knelt. She stopped. He grasped the hem of her robe and pressed it to his lips. Speaking to the floor, he said, “Your Majesty, your staff wishes to thank you for letting them enjoy themselves doing their jobs.”