This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Apocalypse
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
Apollyon was a weary traveler. He had been on the road for days, fortunately managing to avoid highwaymen. Now he could see the city and thought of the security that it could bring -- if he managed to make it before the city gates were closed at dusk. Megiddo glowed in the setting sun and having been built and destroyed many times it rose high above the Plain of Esdraelon like a mountain. He had to sprint the last fifty cubits in order to gain entry before the gates closed for the night.
Exhausted and famished, Apollyon followed the first ragtag boy that appeared proclaiming 'My father has the best inn in Megiddo'. Even before he stepped inside he could see that it was, to be generous, a dump. But he was far to exhausted and hungry to look for better. That would wait for tomorrow.
The food was worse that he had imagined possible -- the meat rotten, the bread stale and the wine watered. The serving wench was ugly and her rotten teeth stank. She was the better of the two daughters of the innkeeper. The other was a brazen hussy -- who grabbed at his privates like this was a whore house. After he was in bed (lumpy and filthy) she came into his room and he had to drive here away.
In the morning he tried to leave early and find another place but during the night his purse was stolen. They called the authorities and Apollyon was hauled before the tribunal. Not only was he convicted of theft but also for making improper advances on a maiden. He was sentenced to be flogged at high noon and thrown out of the City. His meager belongings were to be sold to pay the innkeeper and the excessive fine.
Apollyon cursed the City and warned them of terrible consequences of their injustice. He was laughed at.
At noon he was tied to the whipping post in just a loin cloth. The cat was raised and brought down on his bare back with great vigor. He screamed. The Earth shook. All the residents trembled. Dark clouds covered the sun. Flames could be seen in the chasms which were belching dark smoke.
Again the cat was raised and brought down on Apollyon's back. He screamed a cry as never before heard in Samaria. The smell of brimstone filled the air as the chasms open wider.
Even the flogger stopped and watched as great warriors in black battle armor on giant black stallions rose forth from the depths of the Earth brandishing fiery swords. They rode into the city; all those who did not flee before them were cut down screaming. Apollyon was cut free and there was a steed for him. Apollyon mounted and trampled the flogger.
As he rode out to conquer to world the Earth shook again. The city collapsed into rubble. Har-Megiddo, in Greek Armageddon, was ready to be built on once again.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. July 11, 2001
Yes, Armageddon is the Greek for Mount Megiddo. Although a mountain is not known, Megiddo is a real place with no less that twenty layers of cities built on previous ones.
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Reviews
Louiza <louiza(at)home(dot)com>
Such a dark and eerie quality about this story, and quite imaginative. There are some grammatical errors that bothered me, but the story was strong enough to carry me through to the end. Very nicely told! But if it was me, I'd leave out the reference to "in Greek Armageddon" in the last paragraph, because it's not necessary and the tale stands strongly on its own.