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PREVIEW
OF
CRUCIFIXION
IN
GOMORRAH
An Erotic Adventure
by
The Reverend Father
J. Xavier LaChance, Th.D.
"Suffer the little children to come unto me."
Background of this scene: Thrown unconscious onto the top of the
Sultana's cabin deck which he had just freshly varnished, Beaulyn
deFaux wakes up to find that the varnish has dried, gluing him firmly
on his back, his hair matted into the varnish. For several days he
lies in that position, fully naked, undergoing various titillating
tortures by the crew women. Eventually, however, from lying exposed
in the sun, he becomes dehydrated, virtually going into shock. How
Mam'zelle revives him to health is amazing, decadent and something I
witnessed at a play party several years ago, something I could hardly
believe. Here is the scene:
Scene: Aboard the Slave Ship Sultana:
He was barely strong enough to lift his head. Physically
drained, he was on the verge of hallucinating, if not actually lost
in nightmare.
"I told q'you. He be going into shock. Skin be cold and
slimy. This boy, he's not going to make it."
"You a medical officer now, Ivory? Then don't tell me what
you think," Mam'zelle scolded. "He's just been out in the sun too
long. He needs water and salt tablets."
"I tried. He can't swallow. The salt tablet just sit on
his tongue, stay there dry. The boy been left out too long."
"Go to my cabin, Ivory; find the medicine chest. There're
several bags of clear liquid there with a tube running out of each.
Bring one of them to me, along with a hypodermic, the ones with the
green caps."
"Clear liquid?"
"Like water, a saline solution. A plastic bag so big"-and
she indicated by a stretch of her fingers the size of the
container-"with a small hose running down from it. Go! And don't
forget the needle. We're going to give him a shot, wake his ass up."
He opened his eyes almost immediately, believing he had done
so the moment Mam'zelle had finished instructing Ivory; but there
obviously had been more time passed, since Ivory was already back and
holding the bag of fluids at shoulder height, while Mam'zelle
herself was removing the hypodermic from its plastic cap and
inserting it at the end of the tube.
"Q'you going to find a vein?"
Mam'zelle squirted a fine stream from the end of the
hypodermic. "With this drug addict? This isn't going in any vein. I
haven't the patience to find a vein he hasn't already ruined." She
flipped his penis from across his right leg onto his belly, exposing
his scrotum. "Just like a dog. You stick it under the skin and let
it find its way into his system." Lying across the deck cabin
between his thighs, she carried the needle, still dripping with
fluid, to his sac. With her other hand, she parted his testicles,
keeping them apart with thumb and forefinger. In a moment more, she
pricked the skin and pushed the needle further in. With her free
hand, she then rolled the controller on the tube so that the drip
from the plastic bag revealed saline flowing down the tube into his
scrotum.
Within moments, he felt his sac expand and fill. In a few
minutes more, he felt the weight of his scrotum begin to set heavily
on his crotch, touching down to his anus. He struggled, pulling his
head up as much as he could, unable to see but aware that his sac had
nearly filled so that the skin was stretched tight in two round
mounds separated by the scrotum seam. With a slight move of his
head, however, he could see that the drip still dripped, that no one
had made any attempt to stop his sac from swelling further. As his
testicles began to hurt under the increasing pressure, he forced a
word out of his mouth, "Stop." Then, seeing that they had heard him,
however faintly he'd said it, he added with all the conviction he
could muster. "Enough. There's enough."
As fascinated by the expansion of his scrotum as by the need
to nurse him back to health, Mam'zelle answered, "I'll tell you when
there's enough. The med bag's half full. I'm not going to waste
it. You're going to take it all." And she reached between his legs
and squeezed his scrotum, forcing his testicles up the inguinal
canals so as to create more room for fluid.
He gagged. His vision turning dark, feeling as if he'd been
kicked in the groin, he nearly blacked out as his balls squeezed
further up into his torso. For a brief moment before he squinched
his eyes shut, he saw the twinkling stars of the Southern Cross,
themselves crossed by the mainmast and spars.
"Squeeze the plastic. Get it all out."
Clenching his teeth as Ivory complied too readily, imagining
that she was grinning horribly, he tried to make them understand that
the more fluid they forced into his scrotum, the higher up into his
body his testicles were being forced. His scrotum already grown past
any normal limits, taut to nearly bursting, he croaked through
parched lips, "Stop! You can't put in more. It's too
much!"
* * *
"Crucifixion in Gomorrah"
. . .Is a story of sex and adventure, of loss and
renewal, of character and moment in a former French-African colony
now ruled by a theocratic despot. The Faustian anti-hero, Father
Beaulyn deFaux, is transformed from a local priest. . .into a cult
messiah. . .into an alcoholic participant in a tourist porn palace.
As the political situation deteriorates, Faux finds that the lowest
denominator of his character has yet to be factored when he is bound
hand and foot upon a voyage of discovery aboard the slave ship
Sultana.
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