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Warning: Anointed of God is a hard core xxx adults only sex slave novel dealing with mature themes. It features drug use, torture, sexual brutality, anal sex, rape, prostitution and sex slavery. The language is often extremely crude and vulgar, as too are many of the attitudes of the characters. The novel is set in a world which is severely homophobic and in which many people have attitudes which are extremely disrespectful of women.Definitely for adults only. No readers under the age of eighteen, thanks. NotForKids!
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CHAPTER THREE Out in Sunvoyage Square, Bloke, who was happy to be one of the heroes of today's celebrations, raised a great cheer from the mob, the cheer that Traven and Lightfootsy heard, when he, having drawn a flagon of beer, and having taken it to the two prisoners (both of whom had been bound to Gorgel Goliath, aka Mr Crunching Post) ceremonially poured it over their heads. For Purehammer adherents, anything containing alcohol was spiritually intolerable, and the Talibanites, anointed by the beer, convulsed and screamed as if liquid fire had been poured over them. The crowd loved it. Bloke then returned to the keg of beer, drew a second flagon and, much to the delight of the crowd, repeated the process. He would, it could reasonably be surmised, end up being a very popular king. Much to the joy of the mob, the convicted Purehammer thought thugs cursed, swore, threatened, and finally spat. Bloke's response to being spat on was ideal. Both prisoners being helpless to resist, he kissed each of them full on the lips. Then, for a third and final time, he drew beer and poured it over them. "The anointed of God will now go to the God which spawned them," said Bloke. This made good rabble-rousing rhetoric, but it was not true. These Taliban miscreants, once dead, would not be entering the presence of their God. Rather, they would be going to Hell. Bloke's father, King David, would see to that. Bloke raised both hands above his head and clapped them together, a public orator's traditional call for silence. The crowd calmed down sufficiently for the wailing of a baby to be heard somewhere toward the back of the throng. Granted an approximation of silence, Bloke raised the flagon, as if to make a toast. The flagon was now now empty, but in Kendama (and, indeed, in civilized circles everywhere) it is socially acceptable to toast with an empty glass. Or flagon, beer mug or quaffing pot, as the case may be. "Ladies and gentleman!" said Bloke, in the clear ringing voice of an orator who had been trained for years to speak to large audiences out in the open air. "I give you a toast. The king! King David!" The crowd roared its approval. The king's son was here today, doing the will of the mob. The sun was shining, the beer was flowing, God was in his Heaven, and all was right with the world. The intoxications of the festivities were not yet complete. Next, the whores from Pretty Twat, just round the corner on Hamlyn Street, danced cheerfully in their lingerie with castanets in their hands. Wine, women and song: the city of Ataturk had the full panoply of Kendama's libertarian culture on display. Yard, by now at his brother's side, was relaxed and happy, unaware of the fact that a female of the species had come creeping up behind him. He was completely oblivious to the fact that a fish-smelling egg bearer had snuck up behind him. And then, just as the first whale blow smashed home, striking both of the Talibanites simultaneously, he felt something jab hard and deep into the softness of his body, the softness below the floating ribs where, if you are so inclined, you can stab with steel, wounding your man and, all going well, killing him. |
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The text on this page is part of the fantasy novel Anointed of God by Hugh Cook, author of the ten volume fantasy series CHRONICLES OF AN AGE OF DARKNESS. Hugh is also posting, bit by bit, as it is written, the full text of a new SF novel, Wraith Ships.
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