Moab

by Cervo, RD

  In the present moment, Dover feels an ache of sadness. He has seen people die before and he has killed people, but witnessing the death of the goat herder breaks through his cold detached emotional armor.

  Dover cries to himself, No! No!

  Back at the top of the sand dune, Ado suddenly senses voyeuristic conscious energies watching her from afar. She turns and stands tall and defiant while her daughters continue to cower on the ground. The setting sun is behind her back, casting her in a dark silhouette. She is soaked with sweat and splattered with blood. The yellow glint in her pupils radiates, and shines more intensely, differentiated by the black charcoal coating on her eyelids.

  From a distance, Dover senses her staring right at him like a sniper through a scope. He thinks to himself, she made me. She knows I’m here. She knows we’re watching.

  Ado opens her mouth wide, flashing her jagged gold capped teeth and her pointed tongue. She lets out an inhuman, pterodactyl-like sonic screech that blares out across the wasteland.

  In the next second, Dover finds his consciousness skyward and transported in a flash across the plains of the ancient desert.

  CHAPTER 4

  6,000 BC

  Sodom

  Dusk

  THE FIRES ARE BEING LIT IN SODOM AS THE SUN IS JUST A SLIVER OF BLAZING ORANGE ON THE HORIZON. Behind high mud brick walls there are a crammed mass of hovels. The pungent reek of piss, dung, corralled goats and the overcrowding of humanity fills the stifling air. In the center of the small desert city is a ziggurat. At this moment, six hundred and sixty-six naked male youths push themselves forward up the stone steps to enter the main temple. As part of the preparatory cleansing, their heads have all been shaved as well as their faces and bodies. Many are still bleeding from various nicks and cuts on their scalps and skin from the hasty removal of their hair. Since morning, the word has spread that Gulla would be incarnate again in the pyramid and that the virgins are fertile. From area tribes, the young have come to heed the call.

  Again, they start to stampede as the pounding beat of drums could be heard from inside the sanctuary. Already, three have been trampled, crushed and asphyxiated. In the next instant, fighting breaks out among the crowd. Someone is swinging about a stone axe. The attacker is soon pelted with rocks, tackled and stomped to death in a melee. The priests of the temple silently watch from above on high terraces. The violence is condoned because they only want the strongest to make it inside for the mating ritual.

  With a bird’s eye view, Dover’s consciousness drifts upward to the top of the ziggurat, then inside through a small passage. The thumping of animal hide drums grows louder. Dark clouds of burning incense billow from giant clay urns, mixing with the stench of sweaty naked bodies, blood and spilled semen. More male youths are compacted into the main sanctuary before a set of rising stone stairs. On the main altar area, looms a black marble obelisk. It is ten meters tall. A small hole has been carved into its lower half. A score of muscular guards in loincloths keep the crowd from advancing up the steps by threatening the youths with clubs and spears.

  Also on the altar, is a towering sandstone pillar. A woman is on top of the pedestal. Dover feels another jolt of panic as he recognizes the face. He curses to himself, It’s her again.

  Deafening shouts of crazed lust comes from the crowd, as Ado dances naked with serpentine arm movements. She flickers her long red pointed tongue, in and out, while shaking her humongous pierced breasts. She is alone. Her daughters are with her husband Lot. Laughing, she then squats and pisses. A stream of yeast-infected urine pours down from her damp hairy twat, and splashes her gnarled bare feet and the stone of the pedestal. The clamor from the horde instantly grows. She calls out to the audience, “Young boys of Sodom listen to me! I need many of you to satisfy my womb-hole! The first to kill another gets to stick his manhood into me!”

  The guards at the steps tense up and ready themselves to be overrun while the boys instantly start attacking one another in a frenzy. Punching and kicking quickly turns into headlocks, fish hooking, and gouging. Most fall on top of each other in writhing heaps on the floor. There are screams of agony and madness. Many attempts to throttle one another. Others bite. One large male dives over a pile of boys and makes it to the steps, showing the eyeball he just clawed out of someone’s skull. His tall, lean, naked body is slick with gore. Ado points from her pedestal and screeches, “I want him!”

  The guards let him pass. He makes it to the altar. She casts down a rope fashioned from dried reeds and twine and he grabs it and starts scrambling and pulling himself up the high sandstone pillar. Upon reaching the top of the pedestal, Ado instantly has the youth kneel before her. She cups his sweaty bald head and roughly presses his face into her grinding bushy crotch. Howls erupt from the crowd below. Ado pushes the youth down on to his back and straddles him. Many in the throng stop fighting and feverously start masturbating as they look up and see her riding her suitor. Her ass checks jiggle, her tits swing as she violently bounces up and down on his thick engorged manhood. Demented with the overpowering compulsion to fornicate, many in the horde charge forward. The guards try to repel the mob by stabbing back with their spears and cracking skulls with their stone maces but many boys rush on by. Jumping and climbing like primates, some start making it to the top of the pedestal. Ado welcomes being mounted from behind and doubly penetrated. Hungrily, she even takes a third suitor’s cock into her mouth. Suddenly, she feels the second penis leaving her ass, as another of the horde makes it the top and starts yanking and shoving his fellow competitors off the pillar. One of the vanquished hollers as he falls and lands feet first on the hard-stone floor of the altar. Both of his ankles snap. His left lower leg bone fractures and comes poking out through his calf muscle. Ado does not pause in her copulating and takes a new cock into her rectum. Soon there is an entangled group of bodies on top of the pedestal. A few of the guards wonder if the entire pillar will topple over due to the sheer weight.

  With possessed-like ferocity, Ado rides another suitor and deliberately rams her pelvis down with such force that she snaps ligaments in his groin and ruptures his penis. Her cries of orgasmic ecstasy mix with his screams of pain. In recessed tiers in the temple walls, the troupe of drummers play even louder with a hypnotic beat.

  Suddenly a loud blast from a shofar reverberates throughout the ziggurat. Most in the crowd instantly halt and freeze. The drumming abruptly stops. Two more times, the goat horn is blown, the deep booming sound echoing off the walls of the sanctuary. On cue, the horde of youths bows in unison as one of the old temple priests hobbles out into view. The suitors on top of the pedestal quickly drop down from the sandstone column and land on each other as they hit the ground. An odd stillness then falls upon the mob, allowing the whimpering and groaning of those that have been mangled and are dying, to be heard. The stone floor of the sanctuary is awash with blood, semen, piss and the excrement of relaxed bowels from the six killed in the savage brawl.

  Hunched over, emaciated and bird-like, the hundred-and-one-year-old temple priest comes to present himself at the center of the altar. Both his eyes are afflicted with milky-bluish cataracts and he can only see the world in shadowy forms of light and dark. A single pointy, decaying tooth remains in his bottom jaw. He is naked except for his leather skull cap that covers his bald head. The skull cap is made from the stretched and dried tissue of a human uterus. His wrinkled, brown-skinned body is decorated with intricate purple-colored tattoos of constellations and scorpions. Decades ago, he became a eunuch. He still wears his severed testicles, hanging from a cord of sinew around his neck. The old gonads look like withered jerky.

  Croaking with a rasp, he addresses the crowd, “Sons of Sodom, your passion has been stirred by the temple whore.”

  Instantly, a crescendo of hoots and clapping of hands comes from the throng. Ado stands proudly alone on top of her pedestal, her arms outstretched, basking in the admiration. Her tattooed body is drenched with cum. Semen leaks from her misshapen
twat and from her bleeding anus. With the yellow glint in her eyes, she suddenly locks into Dover’s voyeuristic presence and smiles with radiating evil, flashing her jagged gold teeth.

  Dover thinks, she is a witch.

  The diminutive, little frail priest raises his hand and soon the crowd becomes attentive again. He coughs and clears his dry throat, then says, “Sons of Sodom, I want you, now, to save your seed. Spill it tonight only in the wombs of the virgins. Gulla is here.”

  An earsplitting clamor explodes from the crowd. The blast of the shofar sounds again. From a vestibule in the back of the alter, a procession of other old, naked priests emerges.

  “BOW DOWN NOW! BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD!” roar the guards to the youths. In a clumsy wave, the boys drop on their bellies and prostrate themselves on the wet, sticky stone floor. The last priest in the procession is holding up in reverence a small chlorite box inlaid with quartz crystals. Even Ado is lying flat on her perch and quivering.

  “CAST YOUR EYES SHUT! LOOK AWAY AND DARE NOT LOOK UPON YOUR GOD!” shouts the head temple guard.

  All the youth obey. The participants in the procession encircle the obelisk. By touch and years of practice, the last priest holding the sacred vessel, finds himself near the hole in the huge black marble slab. He too is blind and castrated. A time ago, he was once the king of the Cities of the Plains. During the takeover of power, he was captured and his sight was destroyed by having his eyeballs poached with searing steam. At this moment, with arthritic, tremulous hands, he opens the lid to the small stone reliquary. Tonight, Gulla is in the form of an albino scorpion. In a creepy-crawly, quick scurry, the tiny white arachnid immediately slips from the box and disappears into the hole in the obelisk.

  For a sixth time, there is a blast from the shofar. The head temple guard then shouts out to the submissive mass laying on the temple floor, “If you dare charge forward again you will be cursed with a painful death more dreadful than the heat of the sun! You must now obey every command. With respect for your god, let the rite of Gulla begin!”

  Other temple guards walk out among the rows of prone bodies. With a tap to the left foot with the butt of the spear, the first young male is chosen. Quickly, the boy stands up, bows his head and silently ascends the stairs. With pointing hand gestures from the priests, he is cued to stand before the obelisk. He is glistening with sweat and smeared with blood. Half of his right ear is missing from being bitten off during the fray. His heart is thumping with fear and exhilaration. He is scared that he may faint as he feels a sense of whirling vertigo. A strange surge of energy ripples through his groin and his erection instantly returns. One of the old blind tattooed priests reaches down and pinches and pulls on the flap of skin on the boy’s cock. The priest is making sure that the foreskin is intact and that there is no circumcision.

  “He is not of the tribe of Abraham,” the priest mutters as he roughly tugs and directs the youth’s erection toward the hole in the obelisk. Quickly, some of the other priests lunge out with open hands and shove the boy in the lower back and buttocks. The youth finds himself pressed against the cold marble slab. His throbbing manhood is now fully entered the small hole in the stone. In the darkness of the little carved tunnel, the tiny albino scorpion senses the intrusion and scurries forward with tail raised for attack. With a twitching stab, the stinger injects venom into the bulbous engorged head of the genitalia. The youth screams, his cry rebounding throughout the sanctuary.

  “GULLA HAS ACCEPTED THE OFFERING!” shouts the head temple guard. A blast of the shofar comes next. With cracked fingernails, the old priests claw and grab the boy by the arms and shoulders and yank him away from the obelisk. He is then spun around and positioned to stand and face outward to the prone crowd. It appears that he is about to pass out. He wobbles. Suddenly, rather than collapsing, his posture becomes rigid and upright. His eyes have rolled back into his head, showing only the whites.

  “STAY ON YOUR BELLIES!” yells out the head temple guard, “BUT NOW LOOK UP AND BEHOLD THE MANIFESTION OF GULLA!”

  Up on the altar, the boy stands trancelike, motionless except for the squirming going on in his groin area. The boy’s testicles are swelling to the size of ostrich eggs and are being discolored with bursting capillaries. Unnatural to the biology of this earthly world, larvae have infested his reproduction organs. Mutant custard worm-like thingies wiggle and burrow into the folds of his foreskin along with hatching micro albino arachnids. A discharge of drippy, puss lather leaks from the head of his blackening penis. It is in the secretions the genetics of Gulla hides, ready to mix with the sperm of its human host.

  The hundred-and-one-year old priest, in a croaking voice addresses the crowd, “Strain your ears and listen to me. The essence of Gulla now dwells within the foreskin of your brother. Let the first virgin enter the sanctuary!”

  A stirring and a rumbling instantly runs through the prone horde.

  “ALL OF YOU STAY PUT ON THE FLOOR,” threatens the head temple guard “OR WE START SPEARING YOU IN THE SCOTUM!! YOU WILL ALL WAIT FOR YOUR TURN OR GALLU WILL APPEAR IN A DIFFERENT INCARNATION AND EAT YOU LIKE A CROCODILE!”

  From a side atrium in the temple, a gate is lifted. A commotion of yelling and high pitched female voices can be heard. The holding area is cramped with young females. They are all naked. Some have accented their facial features with eyeliner made from charcoal. Others have painted their breasts and bellies with celestial designs made from black pigment. A few are adorned with gold wrist and ankle bracelets. All of them have long black hair with twisty ringlets.

  Unexpectedly, one of the girls is pushed out of line. Menstrual blood runs down between her thighs. Some of the other females shout at her, “She cannot be here! She is unclean! She is unfit for Gulla!” Quickly, the nearest guard charges over and whacks the girl on top of the head with his club. She crumbles to the floor with a divot in her skull. The guard then takes her by the ankles and drags her off and out of view, leaving a smeared trail of red.

  A crude cedar bench is carried out onto the altar. From the line of anxious females, the first is chosen. The girl is lead up the stone stairs by two guards. She has been told that she will have the life of a princess if she bares Gulla a son. Her emotions are a mixture of terror and excitement. Grunts of pent up lust and rage rumbles across the crowd of males as her trembling nude body comes into view. She is positioned doggy-style on the bench. The old priests come around and the first impregnator is guided to stand behind her raised buttocks. He is trancelike and easily controlled. Mimicking a virus, Gulla’s essence has traveled from the boy’s gonads, up the soft tissue of his spinal cord, into the brainstem and into his brain. Internally, the boy feels the horrible presence infiltrating his consciousness. It is a nightmarish sensation of being a prisoner in his own head. Something else is moving his body. Racked with waves of horror and sorrow, he wishes he never left his family to come to Sodom.

  Banging of the drums intensifies.

  The young male’s penis is now abnormally enlarged, black and blue and swollen with exudate. Gobs of slimy yellow seepage drips from his arachnid- infested foreskin. Only the sclera of the boy’s eyes is showing. One of the old priests reaches down takes hold of his throbbing enflamed penis and presses it into the opening of the girl’s womb. Simultaneously, another elderly priest takes his long boney index finger and plugs her anus with his fingertip, to assure that vaginal penetration occurs rather than rectal.

  From the top of her perch, Ado winces and looks away. She knows what is next, having endured the seed of Gulla herself. The memory triggers a quick stabbing pain in her cooch.

  A scream in an unearthly octave, echoes throughout the temple, as the young male ejaculates into the virgin. Homo-sapiens DNA is instantly absorbed into Gulla’s extraterrestrial genome. Giant mutant sperm squirm and gush through the girl’s cervix, flooding her uterus with quarts of custardy chromosomal goo. Like crazed monstrous tadpoles, some of the sperm wiggle up into her fallopian tubes, searching hungrily for t
he human ovum.

  Conception!

  The young male falls backward, his deflating semi-erect cock slipping out of the girl’s vagina with a loud v-fart and a spray of secretions. Struggling, the old priests try to keep him up-right as he teeters. Regaining his equilibrium, the boy then walks stiff-legged and rigid over to the obelisk. He stands hypnotized and silent. His face is a constricted frozen mask. Alien cum leaks from his flaccid retracting member. Ruptured blood vessels color the whites of his eyes ruby and crimson.

  Attention returns to the girl as a group of old hags approach the main altar from a side passageway. The elderly women are wrapped head to toe in black robes. Paying tribute to the newly deflowered virgin, they shake rattles, bang animal-hide tambourines and sing her praises in a shrill chant. Years ago, the old hags used to be the queens and concubines of the kings of Cities of the Plains.

  At this very moment, the girl abruptly vomits a stream of goat milk. Roughly, the guards pull her upright and she continues to gag and heave. Blood and gouts of ejaculate pour from her vagina and splatter between her feet as she is forced to stand. Already, the mutant fertilized egg has attached to the wall of her uterus with microscopic hooks and pinchers. The girl is on the verge of fainting but the insidious presence of Gulla takes over her mind and she becomes rigid like a statue. One of the old hags using her own sleeve, wipes away the vomit from the girl’s chin. A white robe is presented next. Doting on the girl like a bride, other hags wrap her in the garment. The girl’s eyes roll back into her head and she will not move until the morning light.

  Again, the sound of the shofar booms and vibrates throughout the temple area.

  Then silence.

  The hundred-and one-year old priest turns and addresses the crowd in his croaking rasp, “She is the first. All the daughters in this sanctuary must have the seed of Gulla in their wombs. It is Gulla’s desire. Darkness has fallen on Sodom. Before dawn, the mating must be finished. It is Gulla’s wish.”