(a short story)
By Bob Boldt
“The construction of this tower and the surrounding office complex that houses the Nebraska State Capitol building was completed in 1932.”
Vivian Albers’s voice was quiet and strong. Because of the anteroom’s acoustics, it was not necessary to project above a conversational level in order that the flock of high school sophomores could hear her. She continued, “Because of the 400-foot height of the tower, and the lack of any other competing landmark, it is not unusual for the tower to attract a large number of lightning hits, sometimes even in relatively clear weather. The architect, Bertram G. Goodhue, was a protégé of the eccentric inventor, Nicola Tesla, and was rumored to have been interested in his electrical experiments, especially those dealing with the storage and transmission of electromagnetic energy.”
She turned the corner of the vestibule and led the group to a narrow set of stairs. “These stairs lead to the elevator which will take us to the observation deck close to the top of the tower. The reason the elevator does not come all the way down to the ground level is because immediately below the ground floor of the tower was a room built to hold dry-cell batteries for the storage of static electricity. The architect was afraid that the metal cables and the elevator car itself might accidentally become a conductor of this static electricity if it came too close to the ground floor. Watch your step; these stairs are a little steep.”
Vivian turned and began climbing the stairs, thinking, If these kids only knew half of the real story connected with the architect Goodhue and his successor, William “Bill” Younkin, it would really turn their heads around. She mused, smiling to herself, It might even be enough to interrupt their raging hormones for a minute or two.
She had done this spiel so often that she was not even conscious of her speech. She was thinking of 1975, when she had just turned eighteen, a junior at Lincoln Community High School, having recently emigrated with her family from Germany. She should have been a senior, but the Nebraska School Board mandated that any transfer student from a non-English speaking country was linguistically-challenged and had to be set back at least one grade.
She remembered how unhappy she had been that first semester. Christ! She could have taught English, she knew the language so well. Life was pretty boring until she met Al. They met coincidentally at the Capitol building. She had been in Lincoln for almost six months and had not even entered the building. She had heard stories from her fellow students about how the strong gusts of wind traveling through the tower would lift the skirts of the girls and cause them to temporarily forget their moral upbringing. The students knowingly referred to it as the “Prick of the Prairie,” winking and elbowing each other. She was soon to experience the real reason for its name.
The loud clack of the elevator reaching the observation deck temporarily brought her out of her reverie. “As you step out onto the observation deck,” she said, returning to her role as tour guide, “you will notice the incredible view. During clear weather it is possible to see 300 miles in any direction.”
Looking at their faces, open and guileless as the prairie that spread out below, she thought about how she was known as the Queen of the Tower. The function of a docent was for her a labor of love. It was not what she did for a living, but what she did for the joy of it. She had always felt drawn to this building ever since her first visit there when she had met Al. She knew it as intimately as she knew her own body. She often imagined her body to be the sky, surrounding the towering phallus like some enormous vagina, sliding up and down on its shaft. The statue of the Sower at the top appeared from the distance like a squirt of jizm.
Vivian met Al quite by accident in the Capitol lunchroom. She had hesitantly inquired if she could share his table in the noontime crowd and a lively conversation ensued. He was sort of a bookish, engineering type. She was more interested in the arts, hoping to return to Europe to study after graduation. She had never thought of those science types as all that interesting. Al was different. He was a good fifteen years her senior, and he was passionate about his work—some kind of energy research.
Their relationship began platonically. It was not that she was a virgin—she had lost that in Bavaria the summer of her 16th year in Germany. She remembered how she and Al had first become lovers. They had been to a football game: Nebraska vs. Missouri. Sports was something that neither had much interest in, but when the Huskers played at home, the stadium became the largest center of population in the state—it was hard to avoid. They had left the game at half time, in search of a pizza.
As they were approaching downtown Lincoln, they spotted the Capitol building, towering over the city. “Hey, let’s forget about the pizza,” Al said, I’ve been meaning to take you up in the tower ever since we met.” Al had been hired to do some research on the history of the Nebraska energy industry, and because he worked erratic hours, he had access to the building whenever he wanted. Actually, he had thought about this as an opportunity to make the first move with Vivian. He was aware of the history of the building and knew of its power, particularly with unsuspecting young women. Little did he know that Vivian had been entertaining the idea that, for her and Al, it was high time for the end of the reign of Plato, the love Platonic; she was ready to welcome Eros.
She had purposefully omitted underpants that evening, with the hope that Al would make the first move. If he didn’t, she would find a way. As they entered the dark, locked building, Al began explaining the history that he had uncovered in his research.
Back in 1920, when Bertram G. Goodhue presented his plans to the Capitol Commission, the “Genesis Chamber” had been touted as a groundbreaking innovation in power generation. Goodhue believed that static electricity could be harvested from passing storm clouds, stored in the basement, and then used as an auxiliary power supply in the event of emergencies. Unfortunately, he died just four years later, before his invention could be realized.
Goodhue was involved with some of the more esoteric aspects of the tower’s functions. In fact, he was trying to make a practical application of some of Tesla’s ideas with regard to the transmission of energy across long distances without the benefit of conducting wires. He had felt it prudent not to mention this to the Commission. They thought that the plans simply called for a state-of-the-art storage facility for static electricity. It would have been hard enough for them to accept this idea, had it not been for a grant of two million dollars from the estate of J. Pierpont Morgan, stipulating that “…a percentage of the grant was to go to the creation of facilities for the scientific study of certain electrical phenomena.”
This gave Goodhue carte blanche to have his system installed. Nevertheless, there was still a fair amount of friction between the Commission and the architect. “This damn gizmo is gonna fry the whole Senate in their seats like Thanksgiving turkeys,” one Commissioner was reported to have said. Poor Bertram was never to harvest the fruits of his labors. He died eight years before the completion of the project.
Fortunately, William “Bill” Younkin, a protégé of Goodhue, was able to carry the torch. Younkin was not only faithful to the conditions of the master’s tenure, including all the details of the Genesis Chamber, but he also had a few tricks of his own up his sleeve.
It seems that Bill had a more than passing interest in the occult sciences, as well as in Antoine Mesmer's experiments in animal magnetism. He maintained an active, clandestine correspondence with luminaries such as Karl Jung, Wilhelm Reich, Avatar Meher Baba, and he was a card-carrying member of the Theosophical Society.
It is here that Orgone Energy Theory entered into the equation. The much-maligned Dr. Reich had the dubious distinction of discovering Orgone. He ended up taking the heat from a repressive society that wasn’t about to embrace his ideas. The idea proposed by Wilhelm Reich, which upset so many people, was that it was possible to store the electromagnetic energy produced by living beings and use it to cure everything from cancer to impotence. What upset people even more was Reich’s claim that this Orgone energy was the chief component of the human sexual response. There is a great deal more to this, but it can be summed up by saying that the theory of Orgone Energy was an attempt to scientifically understand various esoteric, occult, and oriental concepts such as Phlogiston or ether, Kundalini as practiced in Tantric Yoga, chi as the Chinese know it, and animal magnetism.
Reich ended up as a fall guy. An international consortium of powerful, secret interests became interested in the practical application of Orgone Energy, and not just for humanitarian reasons. It’s not clear whether Bill was part of the consortium, but when he took over the completion of the tower in 1924, he was eager to make certain modifications to the structure. It was a small step to convert the Genesis Chamber into a giant Orgone generator. And that wasn’t all. The tower of the Capitol building was only one of a number of other significant landmarks in other U.S. locations, which would link up to form a giant national grid. It was believed that this grid could tap the bioforce of the citizens of the country and turn it into an alternative energy source. The grid would be used to collect sexual energy and focus it in the tower to be stored in the Genesis Chamber.
There seems to have been some conflict between Bill and the influential consortium that was funding the research. Bill had loftier goals. He believed that this energy could be used to further a path to greater enlightenment, world peace, and universal health. His benefactors had more selfish motives. They were entertaining the thought of using this system as a means of thought control and world domination.
This whole project began to become unglued when certain unanticipated side effects began occurring. The worst involved a suppressed police report that came to light concerning an orgy that took place on the ground floor of the tower on the occasion of the Gubernatorial inauguration. One reason the report was suppressed was that the list of participants included some of the most influential people in the state. Even the investigating officers had become involved. Anyone who came within 100 feet of the tower was overcome with an irresistible, overwhelming sexual frenzy. Fortunately, the official ball was being held in the grand ballroom, over 200 feet from the location of the tower. The orgy participants included six couples: the Lieutenant Governor-elect and his young wife, the Chief Judge of the Nebraska State Supreme Court and his wife, his two daughters and their husbands, and two all-state high school varsity football players and their dates. The report did not go into any specific details except to state that, “Unspeakable acts of sexual perversity were engaged in by all parties,” and, “The thin veneer of social morality had been torn asunder.” The orgy lasted well into the next morning. At 5:30 a.m, the janitor discovered the entire entourage in a state of complete exhaustion.
There were several repercussions resulting from this incident: the wife of the judge was committed to an asylum for the insane. The janitor came into a large inheritance and retired to Florida. The Genesis Chamber was sealed, all research was halted, and Bill was fired. At the same time, U.S. postal officials raided the estate of Wilhelm Reich, destroyed all of his research documents, and charged him with mail fraud for using the U.S. mail to disseminate fraudulent information and for shipping the by-then illegal Orgone boxes. In 1957, Wilhelm Reich died in jail, having served two years of his four-year prison term.
Al had been explaining the extraordinary history as they moved through the building. As Vivian listened, she was becoming aroused. Her crotch was starting to throb as a result of not wearing any underwear and being very horny from Al’s story. She barely noticed that they had entered an elevator and were ascending the tower. When they arrived at the observation deck, cold night air rushed in to greet Vivian. A storm had moved in while they were exploring the lower floors, and a gale force wind blew her skirt practically up to her face. Al now had a clear view of her intentions.
As they stood looking at each other, lightning suddenly struck, turning everything in a flash to blue daylight. In that light, she saw his face looking down at her smiling tenderly but also looking very turned-on. Then the thunder crashed and they found themselves in each other’s arms. She felt the strength of his arms around her and all cold seemed to disappear, melting from her body.
“I didn’t…I thought that you just wanted to be friends,” he stammered. She gestured gently for silence. She did not want to intellectualize the moment. Words would only spoil it. She moved her silencing finger to his lips and followed with her lips, feeling his welcome pressure in return. His arms surrounded her, caressed her back, shoulders and perfectly round ass. Her back was against one of the fluted Corinthian columns that surrounded that part of the building. She thought for a moment that their two bodies would make a beautiful erotic stone sculpture decorating the column in their embrace.
She did not hear from him after their first night. When two days passed she was beginning to wonder what was up. She had arrived home from school, mildly irritated on the second day, and found a special delivery package waiting for her. When she saw the return on the package, she blushed deeply, remembering the encounter in the tower. She dashed up to her room and tore into it eagerly. It contained a card in an envelope sealed with wax and a beautifully wrapped package tied with a gold ribbon.
She opened the envelope first with a wild excitement. It contained an invitation to a masked ball to be held on Saturday night. “The Honor of Your Presence is Requested at a Masquerade Ball to be held at the Nebraska State Capitol Building, Saturday, September 15 at 8:30 p.m.” It was printed on a beautiful card with gold letters. At the bottom, Al had added a brief handwritten note: “My Dearest Vivian, I have planned a little party that you may find interesting. You do not have to wear any special costume except it must include the items in this package. Love, Al.” She hurriedly tore open the wrapped package and found a beautifully crafted Venetian leather mask, the kind that covers the eyes only. Also in the package was an interesting underwear garment. It looked like ordinary black silk panties, a trifle scanty and brief with lace around the edges. Upon closer inspection, Vivian found some interesting additions in the crotch. There was a small cast-rubber dildo about one and one half inches in diameter and about four and one half inches long. It was a very realistically shaped small penis. She giggled when she saw it and gave it a tentative squeeze. It seemed solid enough, even if it was not that well-endowed. Well, she thought, “if I’m going to walk around all night with a plug in my pussy I don’t want it to be too large.”
Vivian decided right then to try on the wonderful gifts. She made sure the door to her bedroom was locked. There was no sense having her mother walk in on the middle of this. She took off all her clothes and stood in front of her full-length closet mirror. First, she put the mask on. It fit like it was made for her. The mask felt so light, hardly any weight at all, and it had such a presence in the mirror. She posed with the mask and started getting really turned on. The mask made it seem as if she were looking at someone else’s body. She ran her hands over her breasts, stopping to tweak her nipples so they stood up at attention, while she watched herself in the mirror. She put on the panties, the little penis slipping into her like it had found a home. She was so aroused that her juices were running down her leg. The outfit was perfectly designed. The front of the dildo was very accurately placed and there was a constant, wonderful pressure on her clitoris. Firm elastic in the waist and leg bands kept the panties secure and the dildo in place.
She practiced walking up and down the room with this new toy like someone trying on a new pair of shoes. The motion of her thighs created a pressure and a slight motion of the cock against her clit that excited her in a strange and wonderful new way. She was almost at a climax when her mother called from the kitchen, interrupting her world that was on the edge of teetering into sweet oblivion. She had to help fix dinner, so she quickly stuffed everything in the dresser drawer and went downstairs.
The day of the party arrived. She had decided to wear a very sexy red spaghetti-strap dress. It was more of a slip, cut low in the front and leaving little speculation as to the wonderful condition of her legs and ass. She would go without a bra, of course. So as not to call too much attention to herself, she decided to wear a raincoat over her dress. The mask fit into one of the pockets. When she stepped into her special apparatus she felt a flush of excitement as the little penis slipped effortlessly into its appropriate place and she could feel the gentle touch of the base of its shaft against her clit. By the time she walked down the hall and reached the bottom of the stairs she decided to phone for a cab. It wasn’t that she lived that far from the Capitol, it was just that the little dildo was causing her such exquisite pleasure as she walked, she was sure she would have about two orgasms per block if she went on foot. While waiting for the cab, she kicked off her flats. “No need of these if I’m not walking.” She put on her heels. They were a beautiful pair of red leather pumps that showed her calves to wonderful advantage. The cab arrived after a very short period of time and whisked her away to the party and an adventure she would never forget.
The cab dropped her at the Capitol at eight ten sharp. The portico under the entrance was astir with activity, limos and cabs dropping guests off. Al met her at the main entrance and helped her out of her coat. Her nipples rose, meeting his gaze and deliciously punctuating her gown He smiled broadly and told her of a private party in the Genesis Chamber that would start at ten. She blushed as he helped her on with her mask. He commented that he had purchased it when he was in Northern Italy two years ago. “It had been worn by a character in an opera. You give it real spirit,” he said, kissing her shoulder and sending a delicious shiver right down to her toes.
She noticed that not all the participants were costumed or wearing masks. “Costumes were optional – I thought you would look smashing in that mask. Am I wrong?” The band was playing a traditional sort of waltz. Al and Vivian had been on the floor only five minutes when the musicians started playing some more contemporary music. Everyone loosened up and started dancing in a more freeform interpretive fashion. A friend of Al’s approached them on the dance floor and for a while they made a threesome. During a break, Al introduced him as “Leo the Lion.” Actually, he did sort of look like a lion with a great mane of yellow hair that would really fly when he danced.
The band started on a “Three Dog Night” song and she and Leo started dancing together. She looked for Al, and Leo said that they would join him later. They continued dancing as the band segued into a hot Latin number. The piece started out slowly and then increased tempo. Her mask gave her a kind of immunity and she took it. She moved her body more freely than before and moved her hips more suggestively than she might if she were in danger of being recognized. It also gave her license to flirt with Leo. After all, it wasn’t really she. Leo seemed to enjoy the charade and flirted back. The way he was dancing was starting to turn her on. She had forgotten all about the panties. The initial thrill had sort of worn off until she started to get turned on. During one of her more lascivious gyrations she felt a twinge as if it had pulsed. Vivian suspected that Al, technical wizard that he was, had probably rigged this up for her amusement. She was so turned on the next time she felt the dildo begin to vibrate that she didn’t care what was going on. All she knew was that somehow, something was moving inside of her and getting her very excited.
When Al had left the dance floor, he went through a small doorway and emerged a minute later with a small remote radio transmitter, complete with dials and antenna. He was only standing about fifty feet from Vivian and Leo so he could observe them without being seen. After they started to really get warmed up, he began to operate the controls that caused the dildo to do any combination of things over a whole range of frequencies, from vibrating to expanding, to lengthening, and even to generating a small amount of heat. He was completely absorbed in what he was doing and in the agreeable effect it was having on her. At a certain point he winked in Leo’s direction.
At ten sharp, Leo led Vivian through the same door toward the basement. They clattered down some metal steps and after what seemed a long enough walk to make her wish she had brought her flats, they came to an imposing door with a sign that said “Authorized Personnel Only.” Leo produced a key and the door swung open. Inside was a huge room that was nearly as large as the base of the tower structure itself. It looked like the set of Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory with electrical cables running all over the place, but mostly down from the ceiling and, presumably, from the tower above. In the center of the room was a large box, 25 feet square, that looked like it was covered with black cloth. Al was standing in the middle of all of this looking like Bello Lagosi. He welcomed them in a theatrical manner, “Come in, my children and see what the Doctor has prepared for you. After all, this is where the real party is happening.”
He led them around the huge box, obviously proud of it, like he was showing off a prized possession. Vivian was getting a little bored with this. After all, they dragged her over here from a hot band where she was getting really turned on. She looked at Al and sort of stifled a yawn. Like any good showman, Al realized when he was losing his audience. He opened a panel on the side of the box and immediately the room was filled with a refreshing presence, not so much a smell, but a subtle sensation of euphoria and well being. “This is the Orgone Box; it is fully operational, and fully charged. Its current accumulates gradually in the body, but its effect is cumulative, so that the longer one is in the room the stronger the effect is.”
Al walked over to a row of lockers along the wall of the lab, opened the door and started to undo his tie. “I find it works best without any clothes. Last one in the box is a big prude.” He smiled lustily at her and she blushed at the idea of Leo seeing her naked. Then she blushed even more deeply when she thought that a threesome was probably what Al had in mind all along. She didn’t have much time to think about it, because Leo had quickly moved behind her, deftly raised her dress over head, brushing her erect nipples in the process.
They were all completely naked in about two seconds. “OK, kids, let’s see what this baby will do.” Al was already at the hatch, holding it open for them. His splendid cock was at attention as he helped her in. Once inside the room, she stood poised for a minute to get her bearings. In the center was a table covered with padded material that looked like a Futon mattress. The walls were lined with a smoky-colored metallic material reflecting the small amount of light in the room emanating from two 150-watt spots in the ceiling that were pointed at the table.
At first she had a tingling reaction like a jolt of static electricity had passed through her body. She was still suspicious of Al and his remote control dildo, but when she glanced over at him, his eyes were closed and he had a beatific smile on his face. Leo was smiling also but he was looking directly at her with the expression of a lion who was anticipating a huge, delicious meal. As Leo took her hand and started leading her toward the table, she began to feel a kind of lightness that she had never felt before. She liked it, but, at the same time, it made her a little giddy. She turned toward Al to see if this was part of the game. He was watching with a mischievous expression on his face. He winked and waved bye, bye to her.
Leo’s hand was warm on her skin. A delicious bubbling feeling was starting at the base of her spine rising to the top of her head. She threw her head back and started to giggle as if she were drunk. By the time they reached the table she was so turned on that she wanted nothing better than to jump Leo’s bones immediately. She decided that it might be more interesting to let him make the first move. She sat on the table, facing Leo. She did not look directly at him. The bubbly feelings were becoming more intense now and she started to stretch, her hands high over her head, back arched, showing her tits in their full glory.
Slowly, she brought her arms down and placed them directly on his shoulders. Every time she touched him she had the feeling of an electric current flowing between them. It was not painful, only stimulating and exciting. She moved to the edge of the table. Placing her legs against Leo’s chest and shoulders, she laid back on the mattress. He aimed his penis and moved deep into her. They both moaned as the sweet sensation of union filled their bodies. Vivian felt as if she were going to lose consciousness. He began moving in her with a mounting fervent rhythm.
Briefly removing his cock, he turned her over, kneeling on the table, moving her toward Al, who was standing on the opposite side with nothing on but a smile and an enormous hard-on. Vivian took one look at Al’s throbbing member and took him deep into her mouth, gagging on his engorged cock. She licked and sucked him while Leo, kneeling behind, increased his speed until he was pounding so rapidly that she thought she would faint. Instead, she came in a long, flowing release that started deep in her womb and spread all over her body to the tips of her fingers and toes.
As if on cue, Al and Leo both slowed their penetrations before they ejaculated. On cue they switched positions on the table. Kneeling behind, Al bent forward and gently whispered in her ear: “You have to trust me. I know you are going to love this. But if you want to stop, just say the safe-word: ‘Nebraska.’” His hands slid under her belly and raised her hips so that her ass was sticking way up in the air. First, he slid his cock into her juicy cunt. When he pulled it out, glistening with her juices. he slowly, very gently began to work his penis into her ass. He was so lubricated that in no time at all, his penis was planted up to the hilt. Al had excellent control. He had allowed his organ to become semi-flaccid in order to penetrate her more easily. As he gradually allowed himself to become more excited, his penis began to engorge. Leo, who had moved beneath her, helped by sucking and licking her nipples and rubbing her clit. Vivian started to moan long and low, like some sort of a rutting jungle animal. Heat flamed her ass and she could not contain the pleasure and the sensations that were flowing through her body.
Al then positioned Vivian close to the edge of the table so she was sitting on his cock still deep in her rectum. Her dripping cunt was spread wide for Leo. Her flailing hands reached for Leo drawing him close. She kissed him passionately, grasping his cock and guiding it into her cunt. Now it was as if both men occupied both her mind and her body. Their rhythmic movements played her as if she was some incredible instrument. She could feel their cocks sliding in and out of her separated by only a thin membrane. The movement excited them and enhanced their pleasure as well.
Her pelvis felt like a crucible of light throwing energy into the furthest parts of the universe. She felt unstuck in time, like she was floating through a boundless vortex of warmth, energy, and love. In the middle of this she suddenly realized that she had been coming for the last fifteen minutes. Her two lovers showed no sign of slacking. She knew she would have to find some way to lead them back to sanity or they would end up as three small piles of ashes on the floor in the morning. She began to will them to come. She started to moan: “Please come, Al, Leo, I want you to come. Please come, come inside of me!”
Almost at once their thrusts became deeper and more prolonged as they started to come, both of them together. This final burst of energy drove Vivian into unconsciousness. It is said that at the moment of their coming a small blue flash of light was seen escaping from the hand of the statue of “The Sower” on top of the tower.
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No one ever went into the Genesis Chamber again. Shortly after their menage-a-trois “experiment” the project was closed down. Vivian still thinks about that night from time to time as she shepherds young, sensitive high school students through those hallowed halls. Yes, if walls could talk, they would have quite a story to tell – a story of how the prairie got its prick. It might even be enough to interrupt their raging hormones for a minute or two. Then again, it might not.
| Copyright © 2015 by Bob Boldt |
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