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All isn't what it appears
A chapter in the book Gima The Beginning
Gima: Gima's Close Call
by barkingdog
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
Dear Reader: This is actually Fantasy-Adventure-Horror, but there is no category for it on FanStory. If you do not like this genre, please do not continue reading. I don't intend to offend anyone, but language and behaviors used are essential to the characters and storyline contrasts. Scenes are meant to arouse a range of emotions. I hope that they do. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.:) barking dog
Previously:
Trolious beat and violated Gima. By Trolious' order,Teleck, his assistant, has hired two lackeys to deposit her at Club ErrOw for brothal use in a Chamber as a violet enhanced Vertant. To inject violet runs the adrenals at top speed and could kill her. Trolious sees this as final revenge against Gima.
Banya and Brewik, two young vermel, are courting.
CHAPTER 33
And there is no doubt that Banya wants that dream: a station-cabin home in Subby Wayside and litters of young Vermel, playing on the tracks. Like a small red ferret she slinks underneath Brewik and presses her swelling-back’s invitation against his enlarging question.
Banya shyly pulls away and looks toward Heaven’s metal highway and its trail of blinking lights. The two young vermel, isolated by mutual intoxication, chatter love sounds and pant toward a future, away from all of this. Eyes widen in agreement, and they weave through the blur of noise and faceless couples toward the twinkling stairway and neon lit chambers.
Brewik slaps Banya’s abundant backside as they near the steep, metal grid steps. She chortles nervously, tottering in her precarious heels. “I … I… don’t know …” A rush of blue euphoria’s after-effects sends her into ripples of melodic laughter.
“Got ya.” Brewik sweeps her up. His muscles, pumped, sense her as weightless—doll-like while his mind manufactures things that he’ll do to her – especially her feet.
Banya turns her face up toward his, and her bulbous, silver-pierced tongue eagerly swipes across his eye and circles his naris. Banya's nostril flares, and her small body tightens. Coyly, passionately, a silver-flecked lash blinks over her wide green eye and then the content vermel rests her head on his strong shoulder to drift off into thoughts of fertilization, a home, and a family. Safely cradled in Brewik’s arms, waiting their turn at a Chamber, Banya dreams of being filled with young. Brewik jolts her back to the moment when he begins to move ahead, seeing a motion to approach from the man at the top of the stairs.
Suddenly, another couple, pushing forward, charges the line. Rolak, a large unkempt Enforcement Officer, drags a Vertant ‘club-worker,’ Lotik by the hair. Rolak is loud, obnoxious and peaked to perform.
“Outta the way, you two,” Rolak threatens, slamming Brewik against the wall. “Damn, bitch! Hurry, up! This can’t wait all night,” he grunts, grinding on his double-tenting crotch and slapping her roughly forward.
“But I’m hungry, Rolak. You promised …,” Lotik signs, whimpering and sinking to her knees.
“I’ll feed you, later. First things first!” Snarling, he pulls her up by her long ash-blonde hair, nearly lifting her starving frame off the floor; he drags and then pushes, kicking her up the stairs.
Brewik protectively presses Banya close to him and glares. Asshole! I’m gonna kick your … "Shit, Banya what are you doing?" Banya’s round tongue slides perfectly between his double rows. He grabs her tiny foot and, feeling its high twisted arch push into his hand, all else fades. Brewik’s anger subsides.
Halfway up the stairs, Lotik turns and lands a strong kick to Rolak’s jaw.
Rolak grins, grabs her leg, and twists. He likes to play rough, very rough. They fall, sliding, bumping down the metal stairway.
Laughing as the blood flows from his mouth, Rolak spits teeth. “They’ll grow back, no worries, doll.”
Lotik springs to standing at the smell of fresh blood. Her chest heaves and eyes widen. She grabs Rolak’s arm as he swings for her and, using it for leverage, she jumps forward. Mounting him, she wraps her strong legs around his waist. The crowd spreads, making room for what they’ve seen many, many times before – Rolak, the Chief of Enforcement, disciplining a Vertant sex-worker.
“Mmmm, Rolak!” she licks, cooing. Ravenous, Lotik encompasses his mouth with hers and sucks the mixture of seeping blood and drool. Her legs tighten, her nails dig into his back. Lotik is ‘attached.’
She gnaws him first on the neck. Then licks across his cheek …
She’s hungry … shoulda fed her … fresh pig tails, 10 bruicks … ‘n bought her a nip of blue.
Finally, she bites off his ear and swallows it whole.
“Vertant, bitch!” Fuck me for being cheap! Damn! This is gonna cost me!
Suddenly, realizing what she’s done, Lotik snaps back to reality and is face to face with Rolak’s anger. His blood drips down her chin onto his chest. She knows that it’s too late and howls her last call in fear. Oh, father of my father’s, why did I not obey? “Oww, oww—ooooo.”
Those in the street hear her cry. Two of Teleck’s flunkies, pushing a cart, take note.
“Rolak’s off tonight!” signs one.
“Sounds like it.” The object under the tarp curls smaller.
“Let’s drop this off and watch.”
“Hurry, before we miss it all.” They key open a chute at the club's front entrance and slant the cart. Gima, hog tied, her ear stapled with a violet tag, indicating inject, slides down to a receiving bin below.
Claws clicking and collectors waving to the Duba Buta beat piped into the street, the two lackeys sweep inside Club ErrOw through the brass and glass, revolving door. They eagerly join the crowd that's already gathered to watch Rolak proceed with another of his 'disciplinary actions.'
In one swift move, Rolak pushes Lotik’s head back and rams two of his three fingers deep into her frightened eyes. Plucked out, cords trailing, he shakes them off to the floor.
Instinctively, Lotik's legs grip tighter, and her nails anchor deep into his back as her teeth snap aimlessly at blood scents in the air. Panic yields no escape.
“Snap, snap, baby!” Quickly, efficiently, he breaks her with one tight jerk to the waist. She squeaks and goes limp, her legs release. The crowd gasps satisfaction. They cheer, clap and celebrate the free show. Several off-duty enforcers, members of Rolak’s division, are proud of one of their own.
“Way to go, Rolak! Atta boy, show them Vertant bitches whose boss!” Aroused by death, the Enforcers kneel to pound the floor and facing outward, form a circle and lean back to repeatedly, rhythmically, touch swollen back humps.
To stop this possible army of rampant destruction, the alerted speakers announce: “Rounds of green on the house!” With a push of a button by the man upstairs, Mr. Colwin, the speakers automatically call for passivity-green. Nip lines drop from the ceiling, and latching begins. “Sit and relax.” The voice chortles calmly. Lights dim. Everyone drinks, calming songs replace the tribal rhythms, collectors connect and as in prayer with Trolious, swaying and a droning hums begin. It lasts for five minutes.
With another signal, the music changes back to the usual drumming, and tweeting howls of the Duba Buta Band. The evening resumes with discussion.
“So, what do you think this’ll cost him, this time?”
“This was just a bit of sport; it’s not considered a punishable kill. Killing a Vertant … isn’t unauthorized.”
“But a LICENSED brothel worker… licensed here—to Jack's … These vertant are not illegals.”
“Rolak’s got no worries. It’s only a fineable offense.”
“Yeah? How much … bet he’ll pay big … it’s his third this month. They let it slide on the first two!”
“Mr. C. decides that.” Heads turn toward the burnt-orange recliner.
Lotik is merely a trophy, and as such, Rolak struts with his fingers inserted in her eye sockets, holding her light frame high, waving it from side to side like a banner. He roars and stomps, justifying his kill. The crowd, calmed with passive-green elixir hardy notices.
Lotik, starved and made to work for food, died well by Vermel standards. If she had obeyed, she could have lived longer – not better, but longer. Vertant workers scurry for cover behind counters and screens, fearing a mass kill when the 'green' wears off.
Rolak climbs the stairs, rationalizing. It’s not my fault; the disobedient must die. It’s my job as Chief Enforcer to catch, punish, and kill the disobedient. Too bad that this one was Trolious’ daughter.
It’s all in a day's work for Mr. C. who waves Rolak, once again, on toward the all too familiar, dented disposal slot. Rolak deposits his kill, pulls out the wall’s flashing green line and squats to guzzle mandatory sedation.
As Lotik’s frail body bounces against the sides of the chute, her disintegration begins. Rolak showers, chooses a black jump-suit from the vending machine, pays Mr. C. a fifty bruick disposal fee and jaunts down the winding exit from Heaven. Meanwhile, dust lands on dust, on dust in the alley. Lotik blows away—Poof!—a small cloud of nothing at all.
Harrumph!” Rolak bullies when he passes Brewik and Banya meshing into one. “Get a fucking chamber!”
The young couple nipple up to euphoric ‘blue’ and, soon, Brewik successfully carries Banya, Gima’s baby vermel sister, up the stairs to ‘Heaven.’ Just down the hall, the new delivery, Gima is being scrubbed and perfumed with mold blossom extract for a special guest summoned by Mr. C.
Mr. Colwin, a fellow with his own agenda, sent news of a new Vertant, a violet one, a captive from Upper Earth to Warik, Jacknel’s competition. Warik waits seated in a secret room beyond the chamber's main corridor, eating pig delicacies—spicy liver and heart with fresh maggot sauce from a low stone table inlayed with ivory vermel symbols. Around him are plush burgundy pillows, wall tapestries and a festoon cornice motif, projecting an air of elegance.
All are a stark contrast to Gima’s bleak appearance when the mirrored wall unit opens revealing her clad in a filmy silver fluttering of practically nothing. Her abundant wavy hair is clipped up by alum circles and her hollow face is ceremoniously painted: one half swirled with yellow and brown, her eye near invisible and the other half-- only the lips are enhanced with red and her eye blinks a sequined blue lash. Gima's a simulation of Vermel beauty.
Warik straightens his brocade vest and confidently approaches, leaning in towards her. Suddenly, Gima takes a broad stance and, snarling, fights back with every skill Asmel and Hunter ever taught her. A fist to Warik’s nose; a kick to his gut. He gasps. A chop to his throat and a twirling back kick, taught to shatter a knee--did many a small tree. But it misses due to his short stature and hits his thigh instead. Taken aback but a fighter himself, Warik staggers forward and grabs Gima's wrists. She growls and struggles wildly, spitting what little’s left in her, not understanding his strange expression.
Warik‘s smile widens beneath the blood from his broken nose; he recognizes something remarkable—talent for the Games. Impressed with Gima’s never seen skills, her unbelievable strength for her size and endurance in an obviously battered condition, he pays Colwin a hundred critons, knowing he'd have gone to five hundred. Warik cloaks Gima under his arm and escapes down the back stairway, as if he’d never been here. Once in his private track-car, they speed by rail to his warrior facilities in Upperton. Gima, as luck would have it, shivers by yet another stranger’s side.
Gima has just avoided Rolak’s ‘attention’ by a matter of minutes. He’d had wind of her delivery and is now sedated; his anger was so great at having missed out on a violet enhanced one that he injured two other Vertant workers before he was subdued by the tazers of Mr. C’s downstairs guards, not part of local Enforcement.
Note to Jacknel from Colwin: Sir, I’m sorry to report but the Vertant female that you sent over with the violet tag is dead. She didn’t last the night. Regards, Colwin.
In the private Chamber, Colwin’s ample belly jiggles as golden critons flow through his fingers to the velvet cloth in his lap—who’s to know ... bodies are incinerated daily. His uncontrollable cackling tickles the tapestry figures who share his secrets in this, his clandestine, room.
Colwin, a supposed puppet of Jacknel, watches himself, a sly, rich man, in the mirror. He props his feet up on a priceless relic, a Grizzley’s head whose pelt lies warm in front of the breathing gas fire. In his embroidered silk caftan he sinks into the deep pillows and pops a bite of festive pig ‘n dip, washing it down with fiztel. His assistant has taken his place, for an hour or so, in the dilapidated orange recliner. Ah, this is the life.
Dear Reader: This is actually Fantasy-Adventure-Horror, but there is no category for it on FanStory. If you do not like this genre, please do not continue reading. I don't intend to offend anyone, but language and behaviors used are essential to the characters and storyline contrasts. Scenes are meant to arouse a range of emotions. I hope that they do. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.:) barking dog
Previously:
Trolious beat and violated Gima. By Trolious' order,Teleck, his assistant, has hired two lackeys to deposit her at Club ErrOw for brothal use in a Chamber as a violet enhanced Vertant. To inject violet runs the adrenals at top speed and could kill her. Trolious sees this as final revenge against Gima.
Banya and Brewik, two young vermel, are courting.
CHAPTER 33
And there is no doubt that Banya wants that dream: a station-cabin home in Subby Wayside and litters of young Vermel, playing on the tracks. Like a small red ferret she slinks underneath Brewik and presses her swelling-back’s invitation against his enlarging question.
Banya shyly pulls away and looks toward Heaven’s metal highway and its trail of blinking lights. The two young vermel, isolated by mutual intoxication, chatter love sounds and pant toward a future, away from all of this. Eyes widen in agreement, and they weave through the blur of noise and faceless couples toward the twinkling stairway and neon lit chambers.
Brewik slaps Banya’s abundant backside as they near the steep, metal grid steps. She chortles nervously, tottering in her precarious heels. “I … I… don’t know …” A rush of blue euphoria’s after-effects sends her into ripples of melodic laughter.
“Got ya.” Brewik sweeps her up. His muscles, pumped, sense her as weightless—doll-like while his mind manufactures things that he’ll do to her – especially her feet.
Banya turns her face up toward his, and her bulbous, silver-pierced tongue eagerly swipes across his eye and circles his naris. Banya's nostril flares, and her small body tightens. Coyly, passionately, a silver-flecked lash blinks over her wide green eye and then the content vermel rests her head on his strong shoulder to drift off into thoughts of fertilization, a home, and a family. Safely cradled in Brewik’s arms, waiting their turn at a Chamber, Banya dreams of being filled with young. Brewik jolts her back to the moment when he begins to move ahead, seeing a motion to approach from the man at the top of the stairs.
Suddenly, another couple, pushing forward, charges the line. Rolak, a large unkempt Enforcement Officer, drags a Vertant ‘club-worker,’ Lotik by the hair. Rolak is loud, obnoxious and peaked to perform.
“Outta the way, you two,” Rolak threatens, slamming Brewik against the wall. “Damn, bitch! Hurry, up! This can’t wait all night,” he grunts, grinding on his double-tenting crotch and slapping her roughly forward.
“But I’m hungry, Rolak. You promised …,” Lotik signs, whimpering and sinking to her knees.
“I’ll feed you, later. First things first!” Snarling, he pulls her up by her long ash-blonde hair, nearly lifting her starving frame off the floor; he drags and then pushes, kicking her up the stairs.
Brewik protectively presses Banya close to him and glares. Asshole! I’m gonna kick your … "Shit, Banya what are you doing?" Banya’s round tongue slides perfectly between his double rows. He grabs her tiny foot and, feeling its high twisted arch push into his hand, all else fades. Brewik’s anger subsides.
Halfway up the stairs, Lotik turns and lands a strong kick to Rolak’s jaw.
Rolak grins, grabs her leg, and twists. He likes to play rough, very rough. They fall, sliding, bumping down the metal stairway.
Laughing as the blood flows from his mouth, Rolak spits teeth. “They’ll grow back, no worries, doll.”
Lotik springs to standing at the smell of fresh blood. Her chest heaves and eyes widen. She grabs Rolak’s arm as he swings for her and, using it for leverage, she jumps forward. Mounting him, she wraps her strong legs around his waist. The crowd spreads, making room for what they’ve seen many, many times before – Rolak, the Chief of Enforcement, disciplining a Vertant sex-worker.
“Mmmm, Rolak!” she licks, cooing. Ravenous, Lotik encompasses his mouth with hers and sucks the mixture of seeping blood and drool. Her legs tighten, her nails dig into his back. Lotik is ‘attached.’
She gnaws him first on the neck. Then licks across his cheek …
She’s hungry … shoulda fed her … fresh pig tails, 10 bruicks … ‘n bought her a nip of blue.
Finally, she bites off his ear and swallows it whole.
“Vertant, bitch!” Fuck me for being cheap! Damn! This is gonna cost me!
Suddenly, realizing what she’s done, Lotik snaps back to reality and is face to face with Rolak’s anger. His blood drips down her chin onto his chest. She knows that it’s too late and howls her last call in fear. Oh, father of my father’s, why did I not obey? “Oww, oww—ooooo.”
Those in the street hear her cry. Two of Teleck’s flunkies, pushing a cart, take note.
“Rolak’s off tonight!” signs one.
“Sounds like it.” The object under the tarp curls smaller.
“Let’s drop this off and watch.”
“Hurry, before we miss it all.” They key open a chute at the club's front entrance and slant the cart. Gima, hog tied, her ear stapled with a violet tag, indicating inject, slides down to a receiving bin below.
Claws clicking and collectors waving to the Duba Buta beat piped into the street, the two lackeys sweep inside Club ErrOw through the brass and glass, revolving door. They eagerly join the crowd that's already gathered to watch Rolak proceed with another of his 'disciplinary actions.'
In one swift move, Rolak pushes Lotik’s head back and rams two of his three fingers deep into her frightened eyes. Plucked out, cords trailing, he shakes them off to the floor.
Instinctively, Lotik's legs grip tighter, and her nails anchor deep into his back as her teeth snap aimlessly at blood scents in the air. Panic yields no escape.
“Snap, snap, baby!” Quickly, efficiently, he breaks her with one tight jerk to the waist. She squeaks and goes limp, her legs release. The crowd gasps satisfaction. They cheer, clap and celebrate the free show. Several off-duty enforcers, members of Rolak’s division, are proud of one of their own.
“Way to go, Rolak! Atta boy, show them Vertant bitches whose boss!” Aroused by death, the Enforcers kneel to pound the floor and facing outward, form a circle and lean back to repeatedly, rhythmically, touch swollen back humps.
To stop this possible army of rampant destruction, the alerted speakers announce: “Rounds of green on the house!” With a push of a button by the man upstairs, Mr. Colwin, the speakers automatically call for passivity-green. Nip lines drop from the ceiling, and latching begins. “Sit and relax.” The voice chortles calmly. Lights dim. Everyone drinks, calming songs replace the tribal rhythms, collectors connect and as in prayer with Trolious, swaying and a droning hums begin. It lasts for five minutes.
With another signal, the music changes back to the usual drumming, and tweeting howls of the Duba Buta Band. The evening resumes with discussion.
“So, what do you think this’ll cost him, this time?”
“This was just a bit of sport; it’s not considered a punishable kill. Killing a Vertant … isn’t unauthorized.”
“But a LICENSED brothel worker… licensed here—to Jack's … These vertant are not illegals.”
“Rolak’s got no worries. It’s only a fineable offense.”
“Yeah? How much … bet he’ll pay big … it’s his third this month. They let it slide on the first two!”
“Mr. C. decides that.” Heads turn toward the burnt-orange recliner.
Lotik is merely a trophy, and as such, Rolak struts with his fingers inserted in her eye sockets, holding her light frame high, waving it from side to side like a banner. He roars and stomps, justifying his kill. The crowd, calmed with passive-green elixir hardy notices.
Lotik, starved and made to work for food, died well by Vermel standards. If she had obeyed, she could have lived longer – not better, but longer. Vertant workers scurry for cover behind counters and screens, fearing a mass kill when the 'green' wears off.
Rolak climbs the stairs, rationalizing. It’s not my fault; the disobedient must die. It’s my job as Chief Enforcer to catch, punish, and kill the disobedient. Too bad that this one was Trolious’ daughter.
It’s all in a day's work for Mr. C. who waves Rolak, once again, on toward the all too familiar, dented disposal slot. Rolak deposits his kill, pulls out the wall’s flashing green line and squats to guzzle mandatory sedation.
As Lotik’s frail body bounces against the sides of the chute, her disintegration begins. Rolak showers, chooses a black jump-suit from the vending machine, pays Mr. C. a fifty bruick disposal fee and jaunts down the winding exit from Heaven. Meanwhile, dust lands on dust, on dust in the alley. Lotik blows away—Poof!—a small cloud of nothing at all.
Harrumph!” Rolak bullies when he passes Brewik and Banya meshing into one. “Get a fucking chamber!”
The young couple nipple up to euphoric ‘blue’ and, soon, Brewik successfully carries Banya, Gima’s baby vermel sister, up the stairs to ‘Heaven.’ Just down the hall, the new delivery, Gima is being scrubbed and perfumed with mold blossom extract for a special guest summoned by Mr. C.
Mr. Colwin, a fellow with his own agenda, sent news of a new Vertant, a violet one, a captive from Upper Earth to Warik, Jacknel’s competition. Warik waits seated in a secret room beyond the chamber's main corridor, eating pig delicacies—spicy liver and heart with fresh maggot sauce from a low stone table inlayed with ivory vermel symbols. Around him are plush burgundy pillows, wall tapestries and a festoon cornice motif, projecting an air of elegance.
All are a stark contrast to Gima’s bleak appearance when the mirrored wall unit opens revealing her clad in a filmy silver fluttering of practically nothing. Her abundant wavy hair is clipped up by alum circles and her hollow face is ceremoniously painted: one half swirled with yellow and brown, her eye near invisible and the other half-- only the lips are enhanced with red and her eye blinks a sequined blue lash. Gima's a simulation of Vermel beauty.
Warik straightens his brocade vest and confidently approaches, leaning in towards her. Suddenly, Gima takes a broad stance and, snarling, fights back with every skill Asmel and Hunter ever taught her. A fist to Warik’s nose; a kick to his gut. He gasps. A chop to his throat and a twirling back kick, taught to shatter a knee--did many a small tree. But it misses due to his short stature and hits his thigh instead. Taken aback but a fighter himself, Warik staggers forward and grabs Gima's wrists. She growls and struggles wildly, spitting what little’s left in her, not understanding his strange expression.
Warik‘s smile widens beneath the blood from his broken nose; he recognizes something remarkable—talent for the Games. Impressed with Gima’s never seen skills, her unbelievable strength for her size and endurance in an obviously battered condition, he pays Colwin a hundred critons, knowing he'd have gone to five hundred. Warik cloaks Gima under his arm and escapes down the back stairway, as if he’d never been here. Once in his private track-car, they speed by rail to his warrior facilities in Upperton. Gima, as luck would have it, shivers by yet another stranger’s side.
Gima has just avoided Rolak’s ‘attention’ by a matter of minutes. He’d had wind of her delivery and is now sedated; his anger was so great at having missed out on a violet enhanced one that he injured two other Vertant workers before he was subdued by the tazers of Mr. C’s downstairs guards, not part of local Enforcement.
Note to Jacknel from Colwin: Sir, I’m sorry to report but the Vertant female that you sent over with the violet tag is dead. She didn’t last the night. Regards, Colwin.
In the private Chamber, Colwin’s ample belly jiggles as golden critons flow through his fingers to the velvet cloth in his lap—who’s to know ... bodies are incinerated daily. His uncontrollable cackling tickles the tapestry figures who share his secrets in this, his clandestine, room.
Colwin, a supposed puppet of Jacknel, watches himself, a sly, rich man, in the mirror. He props his feet up on a priceless relic, a Grizzley’s head whose pelt lies warm in front of the breathing gas fire. In his embroidered silk caftan he sinks into the deep pillows and pops a bite of festive pig ‘n dip, washing it down with fiztel. His assistant has taken his place, for an hour or so, in the dilapidated orange recliner. Ah, this is the life.
 Recognized |
Thank you Skyangel02 for the use of your art, 'Starry Night.'
UNDER EARTH SPECIES:
Vertant-the off-spring of two Vermel; looks human.
Vermel-mutated humans who live in Under Earth; communicate via sign language and various sounds; noted by their single, particulate-collector naris; one eye; dark or red, coarse body hair; flat or twisted feet with three to six long toes; three fingered hands with long curving claw-like nails; pointed teeth in irregular, double rows; intelligent, but with strong base instincts.
Particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation to living in a polluted underground; mutation ; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Verdants may or may not have remnants, nodes in nasal pharynx tissue(back of throat).
dissident-rebel, nonconformist, protester;
somebody who publicly disagrees with an established political or religious system or organization.
DRINKS & SMOKING
Elixirs:
Euphoric-Blue - arouses passion without arousing anger or fear
Green - calms aggression and base tendencies to mutilate, kill, cannibalize
Caramel-clarity(female enhancement)
Ruby-rigidity (male enhancement)
Violet- given to submissives, primarily Vertants, to change their behavior to aggressive in order to please the Vermel
customer at Club ErrOw's Chambers; it runs the adrenals at peak capicity, adrenal depletion is fatal.
Fitzel- a carbonated alcoholic beverage; a light intoxication; makes one funny, silly, uninhibited, kind
Smoking- usually a mix of madine and sedderthal Hallucinogenic fungi grown in Bellow City
Fazil- a smoking or chewing compound that stains the teeth
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Tartanulum - a tasty smoking compound containing spiders
Verbenium - a pill; dissolves under the tongue to speed orgasm; used when time is of the essence.
LOCATIONS:
Under Earth- a civilization that exists totally under ground; Vermel territory.
Bellow City- located in Under Earth.
Jacknel's Arena- where Hunter and Trell were trained and exploited as 'Man' and 'Man #2'.
Club ErrOw- a dance club downstairs; Chambers for coupling are upstairs.
Sadie's Palace - a night spot where Vertant males are displayed for Vermel viewing and pleasure; masterbation columns are very popular in the Mural Room as is the free elixir bar.
Alitian - Sir Alitus was the atrium's designer
Upperton- A bustling city, located some fifty miles west past the tunnels of Subby Side, Upperton is noted for its many swine product factories from meat packaging and curing hides for upholstery to the cutting and sewing of belts, vests and boots; location of Warik's Warrior Training Facility.
CHARACTERS:
Gima-a Vertant; rescued and raised by Hunter and Asmel
Trell- a Vertant; raised by Vermel, escaped to Upper Earth; has not yet learned to speak but has learned to understand it from Gima, his mate.
Blathen- Gima and Trell's Vermel son; single, particulate-collector naris, one eye; on the hierarchy of Vermel his appearance labels him a Prime-One.
Zee-Gima's second son who looks human
Hunter- Nigel once a business man in the city; was captured and tortured by Ticum to become 'Man' in Jacknel's Arena in Bellow City; 'Papa' to Gima; suffers from PTSD.
Asmal- a survivalist; built a cabin in the mountains; rescued Hunter; raised Gima with Hunter; 'Papa-Azzy' to Gima
Ticum-Vermel;Jacknel's Circus trainer; beat and tortured Hunter; deceased
Trum- Vermel; Ticum's brother; Trell's trainer at Jacknel's Arena
Sadie- runs a display and pleasure house featuring male Vertants.
Milim - Sadie's assistant a Vermel
Picar-Vertant at Sadie's; rebel army leader; captured by Brel to be a warrior
Jami-Picar's Vertant lover; Sadie's favorite.
Mr. Arnst- Trell's abusive uncle; now a caznu(neutered)and no longer abusive
Rom- Arnst's younger companion, lover
Disposal Officer- Designated by numbers e.g. DO-45, DO-50; executioners; but they sell their prisoners, usually Vertants, on the black-market to various shady characters like Jacknel and Sadie for use in sport, entertainment, pleasure and artificial insemination collection and sales.
Trolious- Head of Ministerial Affairs; Trell and Lotik's father
Lida - Trolious' wife
Larue- Assistant of Ministerial Affairs; canzu(involuntarilly castrated by Dyrel) Vermel
Brackus- Larue's Vertant charge and lover
Lem- the youngest Vertant to escape with Larue's help
Rolak- Chief Enforcement Officer
Pike-the lead bounty hunter; brought Gima to Jacknel; Jacknel's cousin
Teleck-Jacknel's office assistant; a voyeur.
Beh- a black bear; male; followed Trell home; camp's mascot.
Marik- Jacknel's competition; trains his own warriors for the Games; located in Upperton
Mr. Corwin- Mr. C. ; Jacknel's manager of Club ErrOw and the Chambers
Lotik-vertant sex-worker at Club ErrOw; Trell's litter mate
Banya- vermel, small, redhair;Gima's baby sister
Brewik- vermel Banya's mate
Warik- has a warrior training facility in Upperton; his fighters are matched against Jacknels in Arena competitions.
Vermel speech/sounds:
twortle-a sound pattern distinctive to the Vermel; a combination of glottal stops, tongue click-clucks and snorts; an assertive pattern.
chort- throaty sounds varying in tonal inflection and duration; normal speech; he chorts=he says.
toning- saying; using a series of sounds other than speech
thrumping songs-songs Trell learned growing up in Bellow City, Under Earth; melodic, throaty, glottal.
Vocabulary:
particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation, mutation; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnants; nodes in nasal pharynx tissue may be all that remain in Vertant.
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Caznu-neutered male Vermel; usually gay and neutered by choice for the good of the gene pool by decree of Trolious ; castration is a common punishment regardless of sexual orientation.
And-End - Amen
Pernard- a Vermel curse
Dangle- a Vermel penis; they have two dangles.
Mintrinet - minute
alum- short for aluminium; usually recycled cans; a valued metal.
mold-blossom - a fungi; small, dark brown and caramel colored flowerettes cluster to form a large crysantehmum-type flower; its heavy, sweet decaying scent is used in perfumed oil.
gambian-as in gambian rat; a large rat species; pets in Under Earth
Events:
Warrior Games - Under Earth competitions to the death; all are eligible, male, female, Vertant or Vermel; The odds are stacked in favor of the Vermel.
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. UNDER EARTH SPECIES:
Vertant-the off-spring of two Vermel; looks human.
Vermel-mutated humans who live in Under Earth; communicate via sign language and various sounds; noted by their single, particulate-collector naris; one eye; dark or red, coarse body hair; flat or twisted feet with three to six long toes; three fingered hands with long curving claw-like nails; pointed teeth in irregular, double rows; intelligent, but with strong base instincts.
Particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation to living in a polluted underground; mutation ; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Verdants may or may not have remnants, nodes in nasal pharynx tissue(back of throat).
dissident-rebel, nonconformist, protester;
somebody who publicly disagrees with an established political or religious system or organization.
DRINKS & SMOKING
Elixirs:
Euphoric-Blue - arouses passion without arousing anger or fear
Green - calms aggression and base tendencies to mutilate, kill, cannibalize
Caramel-clarity(female enhancement)
Ruby-rigidity (male enhancement)
Violet- given to submissives, primarily Vertants, to change their behavior to aggressive in order to please the Vermel
customer at Club ErrOw's Chambers; it runs the adrenals at peak capicity, adrenal depletion is fatal.
Fitzel- a carbonated alcoholic beverage; a light intoxication; makes one funny, silly, uninhibited, kind
Smoking- usually a mix of madine and sedderthal Hallucinogenic fungi grown in Bellow City
Fazil- a smoking or chewing compound that stains the teeth
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Tartanulum - a tasty smoking compound containing spiders
Verbenium - a pill; dissolves under the tongue to speed orgasm; used when time is of the essence.
LOCATIONS:
Under Earth- a civilization that exists totally under ground; Vermel territory.
Bellow City- located in Under Earth.
Jacknel's Arena- where Hunter and Trell were trained and exploited as 'Man' and 'Man #2'.
Club ErrOw- a dance club downstairs; Chambers for coupling are upstairs.
Sadie's Palace - a night spot where Vertant males are displayed for Vermel viewing and pleasure; masterbation columns are very popular in the Mural Room as is the free elixir bar.
Alitian - Sir Alitus was the atrium's designer
Upperton- A bustling city, located some fifty miles west past the tunnels of Subby Side, Upperton is noted for its many swine product factories from meat packaging and curing hides for upholstery to the cutting and sewing of belts, vests and boots; location of Warik's Warrior Training Facility.
CHARACTERS:
Gima-a Vertant; rescued and raised by Hunter and Asmel
Trell- a Vertant; raised by Vermel, escaped to Upper Earth; has not yet learned to speak but has learned to understand it from Gima, his mate.
Blathen- Gima and Trell's Vermel son; single, particulate-collector naris, one eye; on the hierarchy of Vermel his appearance labels him a Prime-One.
Zee-Gima's second son who looks human
Hunter- Nigel once a business man in the city; was captured and tortured by Ticum to become 'Man' in Jacknel's Arena in Bellow City; 'Papa' to Gima; suffers from PTSD.
Asmal- a survivalist; built a cabin in the mountains; rescued Hunter; raised Gima with Hunter; 'Papa-Azzy' to Gima
Ticum-Vermel;Jacknel's Circus trainer; beat and tortured Hunter; deceased
Trum- Vermel; Ticum's brother; Trell's trainer at Jacknel's Arena
Sadie- runs a display and pleasure house featuring male Vertants.
Milim - Sadie's assistant a Vermel
Picar-Vertant at Sadie's; rebel army leader; captured by Brel to be a warrior
Jami-Picar's Vertant lover; Sadie's favorite.
Mr. Arnst- Trell's abusive uncle; now a caznu(neutered)and no longer abusive
Rom- Arnst's younger companion, lover
Disposal Officer- Designated by numbers e.g. DO-45, DO-50; executioners; but they sell their prisoners, usually Vertants, on the black-market to various shady characters like Jacknel and Sadie for use in sport, entertainment, pleasure and artificial insemination collection and sales.
Trolious- Head of Ministerial Affairs; Trell and Lotik's father
Lida - Trolious' wife
Larue- Assistant of Ministerial Affairs; canzu(involuntarilly castrated by Dyrel) Vermel
Brackus- Larue's Vertant charge and lover
Lem- the youngest Vertant to escape with Larue's help
Rolak- Chief Enforcement Officer
Pike-the lead bounty hunter; brought Gima to Jacknel; Jacknel's cousin
Teleck-Jacknel's office assistant; a voyeur.
Beh- a black bear; male; followed Trell home; camp's mascot.
Marik- Jacknel's competition; trains his own warriors for the Games; located in Upperton
Mr. Corwin- Mr. C. ; Jacknel's manager of Club ErrOw and the Chambers
Lotik-vertant sex-worker at Club ErrOw; Trell's litter mate
Banya- vermel, small, redhair;Gima's baby sister
Brewik- vermel Banya's mate
Warik- has a warrior training facility in Upperton; his fighters are matched against Jacknels in Arena competitions.
Vermel speech/sounds:
twortle-a sound pattern distinctive to the Vermel; a combination of glottal stops, tongue click-clucks and snorts; an assertive pattern.
chort- throaty sounds varying in tonal inflection and duration; normal speech; he chorts=he says.
toning- saying; using a series of sounds other than speech
thrumping songs-songs Trell learned growing up in Bellow City, Under Earth; melodic, throaty, glottal.
Vocabulary:
particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation, mutation; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnants; nodes in nasal pharynx tissue may be all that remain in Vertant.
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Caznu-neutered male Vermel; usually gay and neutered by choice for the good of the gene pool by decree of Trolious ; castration is a common punishment regardless of sexual orientation.
And-End - Amen
Pernard- a Vermel curse
Dangle- a Vermel penis; they have two dangles.
Mintrinet - minute
alum- short for aluminium; usually recycled cans; a valued metal.
mold-blossom - a fungi; small, dark brown and caramel colored flowerettes cluster to form a large crysantehmum-type flower; its heavy, sweet decaying scent is used in perfumed oil.
gambian-as in gambian rat; a large rat species; pets in Under Earth
Events:
Warrior Games - Under Earth competitions to the death; all are eligible, male, female, Vertant or Vermel; The odds are stacked in favor of the Vermel.
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