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The Dinner Party - Chapter 1
Special note to my friendsin the Writer's Block: Thank you for your help in editing this story. For fearof missing someone I will leave names, addresses and phone numbers out of mythanks. Also, I promise that my late night calls to you all will taper off alittle bit. Know that, without your helpful comments, this story would havebeen much longer in seein ghte light of day. Also, your keen insight helpedme see certain errors common in my writing. Finally, I thank you all for givingme someone to blame if this story is received poorly.
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Chapter 1
The members of the Croquet and LawnBowling Club arrived at the mansion at precisely six o'clock in the eveningdressed in formal evening attire. Greeting them in the main foyer was FrancisHéber de Gaulle and a tall studious man who was introduced as "Jerry".
"Friends," Francis began,as the last of his guests entered the foyer, "it is my pleasure to welcomeyou into my home. I do hope you find this night as enjoyable as I believe youwill. As usual, dinner will be followed by the evening's entertainment. But,before all that, I've some artwork I think you will all find rather pleasing.So, if you will, follow me into my study."
As the group entered the study, eachwas properly impressed. Antique rugs graced all four walls, as did masterfulpaintings. Rich reds, offset by intricate patters, populated the thick carpetingon the room's floor. Six heavy wooden chairs, padded in red velvet, and twomatching sofas were among the simpler comforts the room had to offer. Thesewere the least stunning of his decorations.
"These are amazingly realistic,"a voice commented.
"I've a friend who is the directorof a facility that creates these masterpieces," he told them. "I haveanother piece in the works, as a matter of fact."
His guests milled around first onepiece and then another, mumbling to their comrades.
A tall woman in her mid-fifties stoodover a marble statue depicting a nymph pleasuring two satyrs. Smiling, she bentdown to better appreciate the lifelike appearance of the statue. A whisper ofapproval brought the nymphs eyes open, sending chills down the woman's spine.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Francis!She cannot be real!
Francis laughed as he strode towardsthe older woman. "As you can see, one satyr has his cock in her mouth andthe other in her ass. I won't go into all the plumbing, but there is a smallmachine that pumps food into her and another that cleans her out. You have noticed,I am sure, that her skin is not her own. It has, in fact, been covered witha permanent synthetic material. I won't go into details about it now, but youwill learn of its nature later."
"How is this possible?"she asked. "Can she move?"
"Alas, I like to think she isfrozen in time, Beatrice," Francis explained. "Hopeless of all things,save my appreciative gaze. A nymph, forever in the service of monsters."
"I must have one," shesaid, a hopeful look on her face.
"Perhaps that can be arranged,"Francis said, a broad grin of satisfaction crossing his face.
"What about this, is it real,too?" asked a tall, dark haired man.
"Ah, this one...my most recentpiece," Francis said, looking to the focus of the man's attention. "Ihad to have that adjusted somewhat. The spider webbing originally fed into herfingers, but that proved to be a bit problematic. It feeds into the back ofher hands now. I'm rather partial to the change: It allows her fingers to move."
Reaching out, the man stroked thegirl's leg, prompting her from her state of slumber. Her steel gray eyes blinkedopen, taking in the rare sight of strangers.
"It is quite beautiful,"the man said.
"Thank you. I wanted her toappear much like a painting," Francis told him. "My initial thoughtwas of Fay Ray in the clutches of King Kong. I settled on an image from an oldpulp fiction fantasy novel I read as a young man. My memory fails to recallthe name of the book, but the image of a nearly naked girl trapped in a hugespider web was rather well imprinted."
"Please, help me," whisperedthe girl, suddenly hopeful for freedom.
A chuckle of sadistic satisfactionrose from the crowd. They watched, entranced, as the naked girl swayed withinher web of metal, fingers reaching out in a desperate attempt for help.
"Monstrous!" Beatrice hissed."What sadistic pleasures you must find in this hideous beauty."
"More than I can express,"Francis related. "There have been many nights when I have taken my seatacross from her, enjoying her exquisite suffering, while Desk brought me tosatisfaction."
"Who or what is Desk?"Beatrice asked.
"Over there," Francis said,pointing.
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Residing in shadows, and appearing to be made from a solid piece of oak, wasa well-crafted desk. Hewn of thick timbers, it stood in quiet contrast to therest of the room's decadent furnishings. From beneath the desk's top piece couldbe seen the vague outline of a woman's lower half. Appearing to be a decorativecarving, her bottom jutted out from the desk and her legs spread wide, seamlesslydisappearing into the heavy desk.
"I thought she was a carving,"Mia whispered, amazed by the workmanship.
"She has relative freedom untillocked into place," Francis told the small crowd. "When not in usefor my sexual pleasures or cleaning, she is there. When unattended she has apump attached to her posterior opening to clean out her wastes. Everything ishandled through a synthetic colon, even her urinary functions."
"I assume that her upper halfis useful when she is ensconced by the desk?" Eric chuckled.
"Please, feel free to look,"Francis told him.
One by one Francis' guests made theirpath to the other side of the desk to admire its most impressive attributes.
"She must be a bit distractingwhen you are trying to work," chuckled Frank, a tall gray haired man. "AndI imagine her tits get in the way a bit, too."
"It can be a bit trying, I'lladmit. Truly, it is not terribly practical. To be frank, if I may," Francissaid, smiling, "her position is merely to fulfill a fantasy of mine."
"It appears you have modifiedthe girl quite severely," the older woman said. "How is she securedin place?"
"Ah, yes. She is, in fact, aChrist-like figure," Francis said. "Her hands and feet have smallholes through them. Titanium tubing fills the holes so they remain open anduseful. She is held steady through steel pins that feed through the holes inher hands and feet. Her breasts have been greatly enlarged and are, in fact,still growing thanks to an implant her creator calls 'silly string'. Her lipshave been shaped and enlarged, her teeth have been replaced with a syntheticmaterial and her skin, save for her head and breasts, has been permanently coveredwith the same synthetic material as my statue."
"You said she has duties otherthan being a desk," Beatrice said. "That indicates that you trusther to be free in the house. That seems a bit risky, if you ask me."
"Her mind is not what it oncewas. In fact, she has little recollection of the girl she was," Francistold her. "Her only want in life is to be a pleasure toy. She has actuallystated that she envies the other pieces I have here - wishes she were one ofthem."
"Interesting", the womansaid.
"Ah, this is quite lovely aswell," Roger said.
"That is my coat rack,"Francis informed the man. "She has been coated in the same synthetic skinas Desk and Statue, though her modifications are a bit different."
"I assume her wastes are handledthrough the same means as your statue?" asked Roger.
"The post running between herlegs is for just that," Francis said. "That and to aid in keepingher steady. Also, her rib cage has been re-enforced to support the coat hooksthat jut out from her breasts. You may note, if you touch her breasts, thatthey are quite solid. This was, unfortunately, a must for her design."
"Fascinating," Beatricesaid, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.
"Well, I think it's time forthe party to get started," Francis exclaimed. "So, if there are noobjections, I will free Desk from her place and have her get to her duties.Please, the dining room is down the hall and to the left."
Over dinner, Francis' guests spokein grandly complementary words about his living furnishings. So fascinated andcurious was his company, as to how they could acquire such things, that theybarely noticed the man who had been so briefly introduced upon their arrival.
"It seems that you are all inagreement," Francis announced. "You all want what I have and you allwant to know how it is done. Well, I have news that I think you will all findquite exciting. The man responsible for these creations is here."
Their immediate attention filledthe room with sudden silence. Anticipatory, each guest awaited the words thatwere to follow.
"He has been made fully awareof the status of each individual here," Francis continued. "He knowsyour base interests and the truth about the activities of the Croquet and LawnBowling Club. However, as careful a man as he is, he wished to observe eachof you before allowing me to compromise his profession."
Francis paused for a moment, enjoyingthe sudden tension. He cast his eyes from one guest to another, enjoying theirwide-eyed attention. Finally, Beatrice rose from her seat, her eyes burninginto Francis.
"Damn it, man! You're goingto give us all heart attacks, you sadistic bastard. Bring him in so we can meethim!" she exclaimed, smiling.
"But he is here already, Beatrice,"Francis said, an amused smile playing upon his lips. "Friends, let me re-introduceto you the director of the Chimera Foundation, Jerry O'Connell."
All eyes turned towards the man sittingnearest to Francis. Smiling slightly, he raised his hand to his mouth and clearedhis throat.
"It's been awhile since I havebeen away from my facility for a night like this," he began. "I admitto having a very enjoyable time. Your company and adoration of my works hasbeen quite enjoyable. Were I a more easily influenced man my head would be swelledbeyond the ridiculous. Francis?"
"Thank you, Jerry," Francissaid, regaining the attention of his guests. "Now, let's retire to my study.I have an amusement planned; one I am sure you will all enjoy."
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