The Foundation Story Continued
Chapter six
A sinister plot suspected
Dr. Della Dorwin smiled.
“It means you don’t remember Seldon Plan.”
“We remember it Della! But―”
“It is based on us Spacer women mainly, not on spacer males. Is it not?”
“Della!”Dr. Dorrie Hardin smiled, “Dr. Hari Seldon was/is a son of Vishvvandý Bachhalyā and Professor Lily Seldon. He believed that both the Dvij Hindu Culture and Bachhalyā Culture failed―”
“Failed?”
“They failed almost to zero several times. Lord Bhagvān R’shi Dayānand had to renew Dvij Hindu Culture and Durgesh again had to renew it when it had again gone to almost zero.
“It’s not quite right, Dorrie darling! ―” Dr. Della Dorwin smiled again,
“Hindu Vishv is a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimaat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimaat Creations, infinite Bachhalya Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations. Naturally it did exist when―”
“No, it did not. Durgesh was born; he attained his ‘Svaroopé Avasthānam’― ‘Yogashchittvr’ttinirodhah.’ ‘Tadaa drashtuh svaroope’vasthaanam.’ ‘Vr’ttisaaroopyamitartr’ (―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam 1 Samādhipād: 2-4.). He went to the utmost beginning of the creations to amend the time cycle, and then this Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimaat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimaat Creations, infinite Bachhalya Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations, began to come into existence.”
“No, it was already there. Durgesh only replaced the crucial men in the history to amend the time cycle.”
Dr. Dorrie Hardin smiled.
“I think we have a difference of opinion here. Well, I believe in evolution theory―”
“It has been proved wrong/incomplete by Durgesh almost 50 thousand years ago. The correct theory is ‘evolution and degeneration simultaneously’ theory as Durgesh proposed. The evolution theory is only a part of it.” Dr. Della Dorwin smiled at Dr. Dorrie Hardin.
Dr. Landaree Patricia raised her voice.
“Cease fire! Please!”
All of them laughed.
They had settled their nude beautiful Spacer female buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap now, resting them there.
My Hindu Penis was entirely embedded into their quite tight Spacer cunts.
It was penetrating them passionately, yet intensely.
“I met Lynda Wienis, Dorrie darling!-―” Dr. Landaree Patricia smiled, “You know she is the real power on Anacreon. The king and the Prince Regent, Wienis, her brothers, are fools.”
“Wienis?” Dorrie Hardin smiled, tightened her already tight Spacer vaginal grip along the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Prick, and winked at me, “The dark young fellow, black hair, a squint, a look sideways, in his right eye and has a funny hook in his nose?”
Dr. Landaree Patricia laughed.
“You’ve described him perfectly, Dorrie darling! Thanks Space! Lynda is neither dark nor foolish as the both her brothers are. I think Lynda Wienis is the most beautiful young woman on Anacreon.”
“Well, maybe, but your Lynda is unable to keep her brothers under quite her control. I think she is rather younger, enjoying her association with Durgesh sexually more but learning the politics and psychology from him less. Why Lynda Wienis doesn’t go in the past or in future with Durgesh and extinguishes her still unquenched sexual ambitions and desires? She will be normal in this way in handling both the fools, her father and her uncle. As it is now she is concentrating on having sex with Durgesh more than on the politics.” Dorrie Hardin grimaced, “Wienis plays the game dirty. He is the most egregious fool on the planet. Fancies himself as a shrewd devil, which makes his folly the more apparent.”
Dr. Landaree Patricia smiled.
“She had gone.”
“What?”
“In the past and future both.” Dr. Landaree Patricia was still smiling.
“With Durgesh?”
“With Durgesh.”
“And still she is so ravenous to have only sex with Durgesh, not to learn the politics and psychology from him?”
“She is learning.”
“The hell she is.”
“You have gotten your doctors degree from Trantor, Dorrie! ―” Dr. Landaree Patricia said gravely. She had started the back and forth motion of her lovely Spacer female buttocks now, swallowing each times my entire Hindu Penis into her Spacer cunt, “Your brother Salvor Hardin was a genius to send you to Trantor for your studies. Lynda Wienis was not so lucky. As we know, both her father and her uncle are fools. They did not send her to Trantor. Instead, claiming to be patriotic, they arranged that Lynda Wienis should obtain her doctors degree from the University of Anacreon itself.”
“Space!”
“Yes dearie! We can’t blame Lynda Wienis for that. Anacreon is not even as advanced as your own Terminus is even now. Dr. Hari Seldon arranged to have an atomic power economy for Terminus despite all the opposition from not only The Chens and the Divarts both but from the entire Commission of Public Safety itself. What a genius of him!”
Dorrie Hardin sighed.
“I think you are right, Landaree dear!”
“Lynda Wienis said about some scientific religion―”
Dorrie Hardin laughed.
She had also started the back and forward motion of her lovely Spacer female buttocks now, as the rest of them all had started, swallowing each time my entire Hindu Penis into their charming Spacer cunts. They tightened their already tight Spacer vaginal grips around the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Penis, released the grip, and then again tightened, repeatedly.
My Hindu Sex Kicks into their hungry Spacer Pussies were confident, persistent and continuous one after another with more lust and desire.
“It is not scientific religion, Landaree dear!” Dorrie Hardin laughed, “It’s a religion of science.”
“What nonsense, Dorrie! You―”
Dorrie Hardin cut Dr. Landaree Patricia short.
“They are barbarians, Landaree! They have forgotten their science, quitting its practice only because the Emperors were hereditary and unable to provide them inspired leadership. They were fools enough not to work for their own progress. They were dependent on the emperors for it even.”
“They are in the Periphery, Dorrie darling! ―”
“I don’t give a damn where they are. One who can’t safeguard his own interests―”
“You are trained on Trantor, they are not.”Harla Branno smiled now.
“Harla! You―”
“You know I’ve come here from future. You are one of my ancestors, Dorrie Hardin!”
“Nonsense!” Dorrie Hardin pushed back her beautiful Spacer female buttocks, swallowed my Hindu Penis into her Spacer cunt entirely to the hilt and tightened her already tight Spacer vaginal grip along the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Prick, “You are as young, Harla, as I am. Well, they looked upon our science as a sort of magical sorcery. It was easier to get them to accept it on that basis.”
“But the religion?”
“Why not?”
“It’s nonsense, Dorrie!”
“Why is it nonsense? Hindu Vishv, the Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimaat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimaat Creations, infinite Bachhalya Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations., is already practicing it successfully from the beginningless Kalp Kalpānters.” Dorrie Hardin winked at me.
Lynda Wienis was on her knees, but not on her arms and elbows.
She was sitting upright resting her beautiful nude Spacer female buttocks on her equally beautiful nude legs and ankles.
She was sucking my Hindu Penis passionately.
When Dr. Landaree Patricia said that Lynda Wienis is the most beautiful young woman on Anacreon, she was not only right, she was quite right.
Lynda Wienis was not only the most beautiful young woman on Anacreon; Lynda Wienis was the most beautiful young woman on four kingdoms also― Smyrno, Konom, and Daribow even.
“I don’t surrender to the religion of science, Ethel!” Lynda Wienis said gravely, still sucking my Hindu Penis single-mindedly, “I surrender to the religion of Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.”
Ethel Versof laughed.
She was not Anacreonian.
Dr. Ethel Versof was from Terminus.
She could not control her when she heard that Lynda Wienis was preaching a new and peculiar kind of religion to face the religion of science being preached from Terminus― a religion of Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.
“Are you mad Lynda?”Dr. Ethel Versof tried to explain her her insanity.
“Nope!”Lynda Wienis answered her best friend on Terminus, curtly, “I’m most certainly not. But I refuse to surrender to the dirty politics of your Mayor of Terminus City.
“We aren’t playing any dirty politics, Lynda!” Dr. Ethel Versof contradicted her with a feeling, “Can’t you see how the mighty has fallen?”
“What do you mean?”
“The Galactic Empire is falling― an Empire which was constantly progressing since at least 12,000 years, has fallen now ultimately. Can’t you see?”
“So much I can see, but your religion of science―”
Dr. Ethel Versof smiled.
“So your religion of Durgesh’s Hindu Penis is a mockery of our religion of science?”
“Of course!”Lynda Wienis said gravely, “I want to highlight that if your science is magical, Durgesh’s Hindu Penis is more magical, much more magical, and far more magical, I would say.”
Dr. Ethel Versof looked at Lynda Wienis in astonishment.
“Lynda! Lynda darling! Do you really believe what you are trying me to tell?”
“Why not?”
“Why not?”
“Yes! Why not? Durgesh’s Hindu Penis can bless us entire womankind with eternal beauty and youth increasing with each Hindu Sex Kick of Durgesh into our cunts. Can your religion of science bless us with this living miracle?”
“Lynda!-― Lynda! You are―”
“Don’t be impatient.” Lynda Wienis smiled gravely, “Just answer me truthfully.”
Dr. Ethel Versof answered furiously.
“I believe in Bible―
‘You shall have no other gods before me.’ ―Old Testament: Exodus 20/3”
“The first commandment! ‘Ékam Sadviprā Bahudhā vadanti’! Lā Ilāh Illillāh’, as Durgesh believes. Eh?” Lynda Wienis asked her sarcastically.
“Yes! Why not?” Dr. Ethel Versof rejoined her proudly, “More over, as Durgesh says:
‘Ved, Bible, and Qurãn, the trio if we have.
Don’t worry of humanity then ever, the trio will save.’”
Lynda Wienis smiled.
“Dr. Ambedkar has written:
‘A politician must know that Society cannot bear the whole truth and that he must not speak the whole truth; If he is speaking the whole truth it is bad for his politics.’
-Annihilation of Caste:
Dr. Baba Sāheb Ambedkar:
Writings and speeches: vol.1:P.93,
Education Deptt. Govt. of Mahārāshtr.
Dr. Ethel Versof laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” Lynda Wienis smiled.
“I’m glad that you remember and even quote it, Lynda!”
“Oh!”
“We did not start it here.”
Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom, Princess Rosalie David of Daribow and Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, not more than 50 parsecs away from Terminus, looked alarmed at Dr. Ethel Versof.
Anacreon had fought a long war with Smyrno and it had succeeded in imprisoning Smyrno’s most revered one Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev.
It was very fortunate of Anacreon that Princess Nauheedov was trying to make a union of the three kingdoms Konom, Smyrno and Daribow, against Anacreon at that time.
Anacreon did not imprison Princess Nauheedov only; it imprisoned Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom, and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow, as well.
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev was a Muslimā from the historical Turkmenistan ―Turkmenostan Respublikasy.
Smyrno had two stellar systems of Anacreon, still now, and Anacreon was bargaining them with the release of Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
Dr. Ethel Versof smiled at Nauheedov, Lorraine and Rosalie.
“I wanted to meet you on your own worlds my ladies!” She said politely, “I’m sorry we meet here.”
All the three Princesses― Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow; looked at each other and then they smiled at Ethel.
“It’s all right, Doctor Ethel!” Nauheedov said, “We are war prisoners here but Princess Lynda―”
“Nauheedov!” Lynda Wienis interrupted in intense protest, “I’m not Princess for you. ‘Call me Lynda’, I said, ‘and consider you my honored guests’ please!”
“Thank you, Lynda!” Rosalie smiled gratefully.
Ethel Versof did not say but she had a mission to make friends with Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
Mayor Salvor Hardin had himself allotted her this mission.
Dr. Ethel Versof looked smilingly at Mayor Salvor Hardin.
“It’s not an easy mission to achieve, Mr. Mayor!” Ethel Versof had protested, “The three Princesses are not free to talk even. They are war prisoners.”
Salvor Hardin smiled patronizingly.
“Dorrie praised you very much, Dr. Ethel!”
“Not my father, you want to send as an ambassador to Anacreon?” Ethel laughed.
“Anacreon and the other rest of the three kingdoms of Smyrno, Daribow, and Konom, are not on friendly terms now. We have to capitalize on it. Anselm haut Rodric, Sub Prefect of Pleuma and Envoy Extraordinary of his highness of Anacreon, had let his tongue slip as to tell us that Smyrno has two stellar systems of Anacreon still under its custody. Smyrno does not want to hand over them to Anacreon. Anacreon in return is not ready to release Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom, and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.”
“Are we capable to indulge in local politics, Mr. Mayor?” Dr. Ethel Versof smiled cunningly at him.
“Thanks, Dr. Ethel!”
“For what?”
“For allowing yourself smiling cunningly.”
“Cunningly, Mr. Mayor?”
“Yes, cunningly, deceitfully, sneakily, artfully, cleverly. It shows you’ve inherited political genes from your esteemed father.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mayor!”
“We don’t have enough political brains here on Terminus, Dr. Ethel1 I beg you to join us for the sake of the people of Terminus.”
“You are more than enough for Anacreonians, Mr. Mayor!” Ethel Versof said with a feeling, “We all are proud of you being our Mayor. Dr. Lewis Pirenne was not capable to protect us from the barbarians. They know only one thing― ‘We’ve a gun, and you don’t’. You cleverly asked Anselm haut Rodric, Sub Prefect of Pleuma and Envoy Extraordinary of his highness of Anacreon, ‘Could Anacreon supply us with adequate quantities plutonium for our atomic-power plant? We’ve only a few years’ supply left’. It was very very clever threat in disguise that if you have a gun, foolish man! We’ve atomic power plant none has here in the Periphery.”
Mayor Salvor Hardin looked at Dr. Ethel Versof, walked to the window, opened it and remained there standing not saying anything for quite sometime.
“It’s very unfortunate of us, Mr. Mayor!” Dr. Ethel Versof broke the silence after some fifteen or twenty minutes, “― that our esteemed Chairman of Board of Trustees, Dr. Lewis Pirenne did not understand your strategy even then and rebuked you almost for it.”
“Yes,” Salvor Hardin admitted, “There was a gasp from Pirenne and then a dead silence for minutes. But when Haut Rodric spoke again, it was in a voice quite different from what it had been till then: ‘You have atomic power?”
Salvor Hardin unwaveringly managed not to change even a bit, the tone of his voice.
“Certainly. What’s unusual in that? I imagine atomic power is fifty thousand years old now. Why shouldn’t we have it? Except that it’s a little difficult to get plutonium.”
“Yes…yes.” The envoy paused, looked at his daughter Salmā Haut Rodric on her nude beautiful Spacer knees, arms and elbows.
Her beautiful Spacer nude waist, violently in back and forth motion, had stopped immediately swallowing my entire Hindu Penis into her outstanding Muslimā Spacer Pussy.
Anselm haut Rodric, Sub Prefect of Pleuma and Envoy Extraordinary of his highness of Anacreon, added uncomfortably.
“Well, gentleman! We’ll pursue the subject tomorrow. You’ll excuse me―”
Dr. Eva Pirenne entered there as soon as Anselm haut Rodric left with his extremely beautiful daughter, Salmā Haut Rodric.
Dr. Lewis Pirenne looked after him and gritted through his teeth.
“That insufferable, dull witted donkey! That―”
“Not at all.” Mayor Salvor Hardin broke in, “He’s merely the product of his environment. He doesn’t understand much except that ‘I got a gun and you don’t’.”
“I think brother Salvor is right, Dad!” Dr. Eva Pirenne interfered, “After all, he is a descendant Muslim, and―”
“Descendant Muslim, my foot!” Dr. Lewis Pirenne was still angry, “More than fifty thousand years of human progress have passed…”
Then he whirled on Salvor Hardin in exasperation, “What in Space did you mean by the talk about military bases and tribute? Are you crazy?”
“Papa!” Dr. Eva Pirenne protested vehemently.
My Hindu Penis was visiting her Spacer cunt fiercely now.
Salvor Hardin managed even a smile now having Dr. Eva Pirenne defending him.
“No.” He said, “I merely gave him a rope and let him talk. You’ll notice that he managed to stumble out with Anacreon’s real intentions ―that is the parceling up of Terminus into landed estates. Of course, I don’t intend that to happen.”
“You don’t intend. You don’t. And who are you? And may I ask what you meant by blowing of your mouth about our atomic power plant? Why, it’s just the thing that would make us a military target.”
“Yes,” grinned Salvor Hardin, “A military target to stay away from. Isn’t it obvious why I brought the subject up? It happened to confirm a very strong suspicion I had had.”
“And that was what?” Dr. Lewis Pirenne asked him curtly.
“That Anacreon no longer has an atomic power economy. If they had had, our friend would undoubtedly have realized that plutonium, except in ancient tradition is not used in power plants. And therefore it follows that the rest of the Periphery no longer has atomic power either.”
Dr. Eva Pirenne was suddenly all excitement.
She pushed back her extremely beautiful nude Spacer female buttocks, with all the feminine force and grace she had, into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowed my ever longest and ever mighty Hindu Penis entirely into her Spacer Pussy and tightened her quivering Spacer labial lips on the very base of my Hindu Prick.
“You mean―you mean we are the only atomic power here on the Periphery?”
“I think so.” Mayor Salvor Hardin grinned again, “Certainly Smyrno hasn’t, or Anacreon wouldn’t have won most of the battles in their recent war. Interesting, wouldn’t you say?”
“Bah!” Dr. Lewis Pirenne left in good humor, and Salvor Hardin smiled gently.
He threw his cigar away and looked up at the outstretched Galaxy.
“Back to oil and coal, are they?” he murmured.
Salmā Haut Rodric was furious.
“Atomic power plant! So, they have atomic power plant and we were dreaming to have estates on Terminus. We don’t know even what our neighbors have and what they don’t.”
Lynda Wienis smiled at father and daughter.
“Tell father then not to annoy them.”
“Smyrno does not have atomic power plant. Konom does not have atomic power plant. Daribow does not have atomic power plant. But―but Terminus has.” Salmā Haut Rodric was still furious. She was pacing the floor wrathfully on both her knees, arms and elbows, “What does it mean?-― what does it mean??”
“Salmā!” Lynda Wienis scolded her, “Control yourself.”
“Lynda! They are sent here to rule on us. Can’t you see?”
“To―to rule on us?” Anselm haut Rodric, Sub Prefect of Pleuma and Envoy Extraordinary of his highness of Anacreon, asked incredulously.
“Of course!” Salmā Haut Rodric flared, “What did that son of a bitch, Chairman of the Board of Trustees, Dr. Lewis Pirenne, told us again and again? ‘We are a State-sponsored scientific institution and part of the personal domain of his august majesty, the Emperor’. What a disguise! What a perfect disguise! On one side, his august majesty, the Emperor’ was signing a treaty with us that we are trusted to keep peace here on the Periphery on behalf of his august majesty, the Emperor’, on the other side his august majesty, the Emperor’ the same donkey, what did he do? He made a fool of us by establishing a military base with atomic power plant right here under our nose on Terminus, not fifty parsecs from Smyrno’s capital. He did it so that he could control the entire Periphery including us.”
“Cool down, Salmā!” Lynda Wienis said.
“I can’t, Lynda! I simply can’t. Allāh! What a drama! That son of a bitch Dr. Hari Seldon, he did it working in association with Chief Commissioner Linge Chen and Commissioner Claver Divart, both. We thought they were enemies. No, they were certainly not. If they had been enemies, there wouldn’t have been any atomic power plant on Terminus. One doesn’t provide its own enemy with an atomic power plant. Does one?”
Lynda Wienis looked at her best friend with perplexity.
“I― I don’t think Linge Chen such a genius, Salmā! To plot such a diabolically clever scheme! If he has been such a genius, Commission of Public Safety would not have been ruling the Galaxy, Chief Commissioner Linge Chen himself would have been. I doubt it.”
“You doubt it? You still doubt it?” Salmā Haut Rodric was astonished. Her extremely beautiful nude Spacer Muslimā waist was in rapid back and forth motion now. My Hindu Penis was visiting her furious extremely beautiful Spacer Muslimā cunt violently.
“What do you mean, ‘I still doubt it’?”
“What more proof you want, Lynda darling? We have seen with our own eyes that they have an atomic power plant there on Terminus. What more proof you require?”
“Chief Commissioner Linge Chen is not capable to plot such a diabolically clever scheme! If he has been such a genius, Commission of Public Safety would not have been ruling the Galaxy, Chief Commissioner Linge Chen himself would have been.”
“You are a fool, Lynda!”
“Salmā! You are―”
“Linge Chen has appointed Eto Demerzel, First Minister again. Don’t forget.”
Eto Demerzel had not changed his policy even.
In the days of Cleon, he was not frequently seen except by the Emperor himself.
The policy still continued.
It was his policy to remain in the background for a variety of reasons; one of them was that being a robot his appearance changed so little with time.
Dors Venabili had not seen him over a period.
Even now, if it had not been the question of Tamwile Elar and had it not been linked with the safety of Dr. Hari Seldon, she did not want to meet him.
She, moving from the dining room into the kitchen, was careful to hold the swinging door so it wouldn’t make a noise and disturb Lynda Wienis.
Lynda Wienis usually slept until noon even while Durgesh used to try his best to awake her.
Lynda Wienis loved Durgesh very much but she slept until noon despite Durgesh’s every effort to awaken her with him.
Dors Venabili appreciated that Lynda Wienis was successful in keeping her friendship with Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno was the most rotten Spacer Beauty of all of the four.
Her hours were highly irregular.
Hari Seldon was hungry this morning.
He had asked for another egg and a slab of the homemade venison sausage.
She had provided him with sufficient breakfast, she used to provide, daily.
The request therefore was unusual.
Dors Venabili felt certain the order would be countermanded if she gave Hari an opportunity to reconsider.
It was natural for her, therefore, to hesitate over actually starting to warm up the frying pan.
But after it appeared Hari not only definitely wanted the added food but also was growing impatient at the delay, Dors Venabili eased through the swinging door, leaving Hari frowning at the morning ‘Trantor Times 3-D Channel’, and turned on the top right hand burner of the electric range.
Lynda Wienis came one week before, to Trantor, with Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
She felt Nauheedov, Lorraine and Rosalie were not safe on Anacreon.
Anacreon did not have atomic power plant as Terminus had.
Moreover, the Anacreonians did not approve of her friendship with them, at least as long as Smyrno still had Anacreon’s two stellar systems.
Trantor was safer than Anacreon in every respect.
Galactic Empire was falling or not, none could compare Anacreon in resources with Trantor still now.
Lynda Wienis requested Eto Demerzel to help.
Eto Demerzel requested to Dr. Hari Seldon and Dors Venabili and they allowed them here.
Dors Venabili liked Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom more.
Lynda Wienis was a good human being, but Lorraine was more sophisticated.
There was something about Lorraine, a verve, a vitality, an originality, a somewhat different way of looking at things that made her colorful.
One could never resent Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom in the flesh.
The sausage, which had been frozen, took a little longer to cook than Dors Venabili had anticipated.
Having delayed starting to cook it until Dr. Hari Seldon had shown signs of impatience, Dors Venabili had then put the egg in a frying pan that was a little too hot.
As soon as she saw the white begin to bubble, Dors Venabili lifted the pan from the stove.
The egg sputtered for a moment in the hot grease, then subsided.
Dr. Hari Seldon liked his eggs easy over and very definitely didn’t like a hard crust on the bottom or at the edges.
Dors Venabili turned the stove down and cautiously returned the frying pan to the burner.
She tilted the pan, basted the yolk with hot grease to expedite the cooking process and then skillfully turned the egg over for a few seconds before removing it from the frying pan.
Arranging the egg and the sausage on a clean plate, Dors Venabili gently applied her toe to the swinging door between the kitchen and dining room.
She gave the door a shove, catching it on the rebound with her elbow so that the jar of the return swing would be minimized.
“Well, here you are, Hari!” Dors Venabili said, “You―”
She broke off as she saw the empty chair.
Dr. Hari Seldon was no longer there.
The 3-dimensional was still running on.
The coffee cup was still filled with coffee.
Smoke was spiraling upward from the cigarette balanced on the side of the ashtray.
Dors Venabili picked up Dr. Hari Seldon’s empty plate, slid the new plate with the egg and sausage into place, put a piece of toast in the electric toaster and depressed the control.
As Dors Venabili stood there waiting for Dr. Hari Seldon to return, her eyes caught an ad on the 3-D.
It was an ad offering unmistakable bargains in ready to wear.
Dors Venabili threw herself on the sofa and became engrossed in garments and prices.
When the hot toast popped up in the electric toaster, she became frowningly aware that Dr. Hari Seldon hadn’t returned.
Dors Venabili tiptoed to the door of the downstairs bathroom.
The door was open.
She looked inside.
No one was there.
Dors Venabili moved around the downstairs rooms.
No one was there.
“Hari!” She called softly, “Your food is getting cold.”
There was no response whatsoever.
Dors Venabili returned to the dining room.
Then, suddenly alarmed, she made a complete search of the downstairs part of the house.
Dr. Hari Seldon was not there.
She was fully alarmed now.
Tamwile Elar was there.
The Psychohistory project of Dr. Hari Seldon was still not complete.
Could it be possible that Hari had gone to work without so much as putting his head in the kitchen…?
He knew that she was cooking another egg and sausage.
He had specifically asked her to do this.
He certainly wouldn’t have left the house without an explanation.
Even if there had been some sudden emergency at the project, he would have let her know.
Hari can’t neglect her.
Never!
It’s quite impossible.
She was Dors Venabili, Hari’s life.
And, Dr. Hari Seldon was her own life.
They can’t neglect each other, not even in the least.
Moreover, there couldn’t had been any emergency in the project.
If it were so, the telephone had rung.
It hadn’t rung.
There was an extension in the kitchen.
Dors Venabili would certainly have heard the bell if there had been a phone call.
Something must have happened then which caused Dr. Hari Seldon to go upstairs.
Lynda Wienis, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow― all the four were in the upstairs bedrooms.
Dors Venabili hurried up the stairs.
She was trying to be silent not to cause enough sound as to awaken her guests.
They all the four were Princesses of their own planets.
Lynda Wienis had brought them here as her own guests, with Dors Venabili’s and Dr. Hari Seldon’s prior permission.
Even then, she was so intent upon speed that her feet made noise.
She tried the knob of the bedroom allotted to Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom.
She was most sophisticated of all of them four.
Dors Venabili was in a so little too much of a hurry that latch gave a distinct click, even after her elaborate precautions.
Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom wakened.
She was lying on her nude back and I was riding on her, having her nude Spacer beautiful legs on my nude shoulders.
My ever-strong Hindu Penis was visiting her Spacer cunt.
We were sleeping having my entire Hindu Penis inside to the hilt.
Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom tried to open her eyes and looked at Dors Venabili.
She was standing tense in the doorway.
“Oh, Dr. Dors Venabili?” Lorraine tried to smile, “What can we do for you?”
“Hari did not come here?”
Lorraine Abraham was more awakened now.
“Dr. Hari Seldon? Of course not. Why?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“It’s all right.” Lorraine Abraham winked at me, “We are not disturbed. Are we, Durgesh?”
“Certainly not, my dear! Certainly not.”I also smiled and kissed Lorraine Abraham, full on her beautiful Spacer lips, “May I be of any help, Dr. Dors Venabili?”
“Thanks! I’ll tell you certainly if needed.”
For a moment, there was just a flicker of annoyance on Lorraine Abraham’s face, and then she raised herself to one elbow, punched a second pillow into submission, piled it on the first and smiled again at Dors Venabili.
“I’m glad that you are so considerate of your husband, Dr. Dors Venabili!”
Lorraine Abraham’s smile was enigmatic.
She dropped her beautiful Spacer female head back to the pillow and closed her beautiful Spacer female eyes in ecstasy again.
Dors Venabili tried the bedroom allotted to Lynda Wienis.
Hari Seldon hadn’t come there even.
Dors Venabili tried the bedroom allotted to Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.
Hari Seldon hadn’t come even there.
There was no other place Dr. Hari Seldon could possibly be, unless he had gone to the attic, to the top story.
She literally flew up the stairs to the attic.
The big place was filled with the usual assortment of old boxes, trunks, an old dress form and a couple of antiquated rocking chairs.
There was a smell about the place.
It was the aroma of unpainted wood.
Something about the attic reassured Dors Venabili.
She walked around under the eaves just to make certain that no one was up there.
By the time Dors Venabili descended the stairs she was worried.
At the foot of the attic stairs, Dors Venabili encountered the last guest Princess, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno.
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno was fairly bristling with indignation.
She was alone however, not with me.
It was entirely in keeping with the character of Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, that her sleeping garments would be of a clinging, almost transparent material.
The upper garment extending only a few inches below the hips.
The lower garment so brief as to be all but invisible.
Her honey blond hair framed blazing blue eyes.
“Dr. Dors Venabili!” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno addressed her sarcastically, “Our sweetest perfect hostess! Am I right? What in the world are you doing prowling around the attic at this time of the night?”
Dors Venabili’s eyes flared.
“Perhaps the Princess has forgotten that she is not on Smyrno. Moreover, I think she has also forgotten that she is not on Anacreon even whose two stellar systems Smyrno has still now. It is Trantor, my dear! Want me to help you in awakening if you are still sleeping?”
Nauheedov smiled ironically.
“So the perfect hostess has a big mouth also?”
“Bigger than even you have, dearie! Durgesh says― ‘;s ;Fkk eka izi|Urs rkaLrFkSo ÒtkE;ge~A’― Know Sanskr’t this much at least, or only Turkmen and Russian are known to you?”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno was furious.
“You think we the people on the Periphery are barbarous. Savage. Not even civilized. Don’t you?”
Dors Venabili laughed.
“If you are really civilized, why didn’t Smyrno return the two stellar systems of Anacreon and free you? Are you so unpopular, so unwanted even on your own world Smyrno, that your own people don’t want you there?”
“If you are civilized enough why did you sounded like a team of horses up there? You were right over my room.” Nauheedov flared.
“Your room? It’s your war prison, dearie!”
“Where is Dr. Hari Seldon? He is more civilized than you.”
“I follow Durgesh more than him.”
“I dislike that Hindu Playboy.”
“Still virgin?”
“Of course! I’m a Muslimā after all.”
“Muslimā? Durgesh fucks infinite Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt even non stop always.”
“They are not Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno.”
“Oh, oh! Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno. A war prisoner. Durgesh can fuck you whenever he likes. If you are really still virgin you should thank Durgesh and Lynda Wienis both.”
“Do you Civilized Spacer Cunts only fight with your uncivilized guests? Don’t ask them of coffee even?”
“So you were standing here for coffee? Come on with me. I will provide you with your civilizing water. Sorry, I had forgotten Lynda Wienis told me you are a beast in the morning until you have your morning coffee.”
“Is there coffee downstairs?”
Dors Venabili nodded.
“Come on.”
“Lynda is right. She is wonderful. She knows I’m terrible until I’ve had some coffee. I’ll come down, have a cup, then go back, and go to sleep. You’re all finished up in the attic?”
“Yes.”
“Can I have two cups?”
“Two cups?”
Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno nodded.
“Helga Dostoevsky is spending the night here and I know she needs her sleep.”
Dors Venabili was moving ahead.
She stopped at once.
“Helga Dostoevsky?”
“Forgotten? She is my Russian friend. I have already introduced her to you.”
“That Communist Feminist Nudist?” Dors Venabili flared again.
Nauheedov laughed.
“The same.”
“She said that she wanted to go!”
“Yes! Yes! She is in the Rose room now. We got in at a terrible hour this morning and come up to sit for a while on the porch. When she tried to start her car, it seems she had left the ignition on and the battery was run down. So I told her she could spend the night. Dr. Hari Seldon did not tell you?”
“You told him?”
“Of course! How I can ask Helga Dostoevsky to spend a night here without the permission of my Host or Hostess?”
“Does Lynda Wienis know?”
“Lynda Wienis is not my local guardian.” Nauheedov said curtly.
“She is. You are here on her special request.” Dors Venabili also said equally curtly.
“Helga Dostoevsky is not a male. Moreover I’m 28 now.” Nauheedov flared.
“Helga Dostoevsky slept with Durgesh?”
“Of course! She loves the beast.” Nauheedov said contemptuously.
Dors Venabili laughed.
“You don’t like Durgesh?”
“Why should I? He is not the only male in the infinite raised to power infinite creations. I’ll honor some more eligible Muslim male only.”
“Eligible Muslim male only?”Dors Venabili laughed sarcastically.
“Why do you laugh?”
“Nothing! I use to laugh when I hear a joke. That’s all.”
Abruptly, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno broke off, and then a smile bent the corners of her shapely Turkmen Russian mouth.
“Aren’t I the old savage bearcat in the morning, Dors dear? Forgive me as your husband does. Please!”
Dors Venabili laughed.
“O.K. I think it’s all right. My fault. I don’t know why I keep forgetting that you are a rotten spoiled Princess of an almost barbarous planet, Smyrno. Don’t bother. I’ll bring your coffee upstairs. You want it black?”
Nauheedov nodded.
“You are wonderful, Dors darling!”
Her beautiful Spacer Turkmen Russian eyes were laughing now.
“You are very beautiful. Don’t waste your life. Choose a competent man for you and enjoy.”
“You mean Durgesh?”
“I mean anyone you like.” Dors Venabili smiled and patted Nauheedov, “Go get back into bed. I’m bringing the coffee.”
“Thanks!” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno kissed her on her cheeks.
It was a sheer accident on Baleyworld, which brought Helga Dostoevsky and me together.
As we moved on Baleyworld into the building, we removed our coveralls and handed them to attendants.
Daneel and Giskard removed theirs too, and the attendant cast sharp glances at the later.
He was approaching us gingerly, cautiously.
He did not want to disturb Gladia and me, and yet―
Dr. Gladia Delmarre adjusted her nose-plugs nervously.
She had never before been in the presence of large crowds of short lived human beings― short lived in part, she knew or had always been told, because they carried in their bodies chronic infections, and hordes of parasites.
She whispered.
“Will I get back my own overall?”
“You will wear no one else’s.” Captain D.G. Baley said, “They will be kept safe and radiation-sterilized. However, I suggest my lady that you keep in non-stop love making with Durgesh. We can’t guarantee you more safety than it.”
Dr. Gladia Delmarre laughed.
“I’m old enough to know, Captain, that none can guarantee a woman more safety than it.”
“I thank Space, madam, that you are kind enough to accept the fact. I’ve seen many others who enjoy the safety but don’t accept the fact even then.”
“Well, I’m not that fool and I refuse to surrender to that profound foolishness and insanity. I’m of the opinion that if we womankind have that facility available to us why shouldn’t we take pleasure in it.”
“I’m glad to hear your ideology, madam!” Captain D.G. Baley smiled at her thankfully.
He knew she was not a fool therefore; he dared to bring her on Baleyworld.
Dr. Gladia Delmarre looked about cautiously.
Somehow, she felt that even optical contact might be dangerous.
“Who are those people?” she indicated several people who wore brightly colored clothing and were obviously armed.
“Security guards, madam!” Captain D.G. Baley smiled.
“Even here? In a government building?”
“Absolutely. And when we are on the platform, there will be a force field curtain more, dividing us from the audience.”
“Don’t you trust even your own legislature?”
“Not entirely.” Captain D.G. Baley half smiled, “This is a raw world still, and we go our own ways. We are not unaware that our Spacer friends have their efficient Inter Stellar Espionage and even Inter Galactic Espionage working on our own Settler Worlds.”
Dr. Gladia Delmarre laughed.
“The Spacers are not that much efficient, D.G.! your Spacer phobia is actually entirely uncalled for.”
“Sorry, madam! We don’t agree with you. We are not exactly fools. We know about Dr. Amadiro and Dr. Mandamus and we also know, at least something, about their dangerous project.”
As to that, Dr. Gladia Delmarre found herself unable to speak even.
She pushed her glorious Spacer female buttocks into my lap and kept enjoying my Hindu Penis entirely embedded into her outstanding Spacer cunt.
Captain D.G. Baley continued.
“We haven’t had all the edges knocked off and we don’t have robots watching over us.”
Dr. Gladia Delmarre laughed.
“You don’t have, but your women of power and honor have, Captain!”
“As to that, I’ve already spoken on Solaria, madam! Most of them sleep with Durgesh as a fashion. They feel pride in sleeping with him. During their love sessions with Durgesh, the lady robots are available to their services, provided by Durgesh and Hindu Vishv. As they become habitual of them eventually, some of them even go to the extent to fight to have their services extended even to our own worlds. We can’t help it. We can’t fight with our own women. Can we? They feel equal to Spacer women while sleeping with Durgesh. Being free to have their sex life as they damn please, nobody have any power to stop them and uproot them from their pride living.”
Dr. Gladia Delmarre only smiled sarcastically.
Captain D.G. Baley continued.
“Then, too, we’ve got militant minority parties. We’ve got our own warhawks.”
“I’m glad you are as truthful as to accept even that, Captain. But, tell me please, what are warhawks?”
Most of the Baleyworlders had removed their coveralls now and were helping themselves to drinks, not necessarily alcoholic only.
The buzz of conversation was in the air and most pairs of eyes were on Gladia much of the time.
Nevertheless, no one offered to say anything to her.
Indeed, it was clear to Gladia that there was a circle of avoidance about her.
D.G. noticed her glance from side to side and interpreted it correctly.
Dr. Gladia Delmarre tightened her already tight Spacer vaginal grip along the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Cock inside her, and smiled.
“They’ve been told,” Captain D.G. Baley clarified, “that you would appreciate a little elbow-room. I think they understand your fear of infection.”
Gladia tried to smile in vain.
“They don’t find it insulting, I hope.”
“They may, but you’ve got something that is clearly a robot with you. Most Baleyworlders don’t want that kind of infection. The warhawks, particularly.”
“You don’t need to fear any infection, Gladia darling!” I smiled fucking her passionately on her knees, arms and elbows, “as long as you are in ‘non stop love making’ with me.”
She laughed.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling! However most of us Spacers even don’t believe it. Had we believed it none of us Spacer women would have been out of your male lap. You know very well even now, many of us Spacer women are not your women, or at least, not in ‘non stop love making’ with you.”
“And you are also one of the non believers?”
“Sorry! I’m ashamed of being one of them also. I hope you forgive me for not surrendering to the impulse not to speak truth about it to you. Many of us don’t have the courage and indulge in hypocrisy. I hate hypocrisy.”
“It’s all right.” I smiled bravely, “It’s your own, Spacer women’s, funeral. You may embrace it, you may kick out and kill it. I’ll only explain what I know. It’s upto the people whether they believe me or not. I don’t have my any vested sinister interests in it.”
Dr. Gladia Delmarre laughed.
“We Spacers believe that so you say.”
“O.K. Go ahead and keep believing the fools or deceivers if you want to. As I’ve already said so many times: ‘It’s your own, Spacer women’s, funeral. You may embrace it, you may kick out and kill it. I’ll only explain what I know. It’s upto the people whether they believe me or not. I don’t have my any vested sinister interests in it’.”
“You follow Trishapt, Durgesh! We don’t want to, sorry!” Dr. Gladia Delmarre smiled.
“Any harm in following Trishapt?”
“We think it your diplomacy.”
I laughed.
“None can make one to see what one doesn’t want to see, Gladia! We see only what we want to see.”
“We believe, Durgesh, that you are the ever greatest diplomat, ever utmost successful politician of all times. In addition to that we believe:
‘A politician must know that Society cannot bear the whole truth and that he must not speak the whole truth; If he is speaking the whole truth it is bad for his politics.’
-Annihilation of Caste:
Dr. Baba Sāheb Ambedkar:
Writings and speeches: vol.1:P.93,
Education Deptt. Govt. of Mahārāshtr.
Now you can see that we can’t believe you in everything you say. If we do it we are utter fools, we don’t want to be.”
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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. Prelude to Ten Commandments
2. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
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More if you are interested
2. On History
4. On Hinduism
5. On Islam
6. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:
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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
Asimov Continued: DSM Satyarthi 
April 8, 2013 at 7:05 pm
The first question that might arrive in our minds is that, why do men and other halves have affairs, or in other
words, married affairs. He have vast experience in Insurance industry and it’s types. Once in a week, you like to go for a movie; once in a month you like to party; once in a year you like to go for a vacation, why.