"Philip Jose Farmer - The Image Of The Beast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

the bones beneath were faintly glowing and cloudy. Then the flesh was
cloudy;
the skull was hard and bright. And then the skull faded and flesh
fell back into
place.
She leered into the camera and put her head down again, but this
time she
went past the corner of the Y and squatted down below the table,
where the
camera followed her. There was a small shelf fixed to one leg of the
table. She
picked up something off it; the light brightened, the camera moved in
nearer.
She held a pair of false teeth. They looked as if they were made
of iron;
the teeth were sharp as a razor and pointed like a tiger's.
She smiled and put the iron teeth on the shelf and used both
hands to remove
her own teeth. She looked thirty years older. She placed the white
teeth on the
shelf and then inserted the iron teeth into her mouth. She held the
edge of her
forefinger between the two teeth and bit gently down. Then she
removed the
finger and held it so that the camera could zero in on it. Bright red
blood was
welling out from the bite.
She stood up and wiped the cut on the fat glands of Colben's
penis and she
bent over and licked the blood off. Colben groaned and said, "Oh,
God, I'm going
to come!"
Her mouth went around the head and she sucked in loudly. Colben
began to
jerk and to groan. The camera showed his face for a second before it
moved back
to a position alongside the woman's.
She raised her head quickly. The penis was jerking and spurting
the thick
oily whitish fluid. She opened her mouth widely, bent down swiftly,
and bit. The
muscles along her jaw lumped; her neck muscles became cords. Colben
screamed.
She whipped her head back and forth and bit again and again.
Blood ran down
from her mouth and reddened the pubic hairs.
The camera moved away from her to show the draperies through
which she had
entered. There was a flourish of trumpets. A cannon boomed in the
distance. The