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

was flat on his back and nude. His arms were strapped down beside him
and his
legs, also strapped down, formed a V. His penis lolled across his
left thigh
like a fat drunken worm.
The table must have been made for just this purpose of tying down
men with
their legs separated so others could walk in between the legs.
There was only the Y-shaped wooden table, the thick wine-red
carpet, and the
wine-red draperies. The camera swept around to show the circle of
draperies and
then turned back and swooped up to show the full form of Matthew
Colben as seen
by a fly on the ceiling. Colben's head was on a dark pillow. He
looked straight
up at the camera and smiled sillily. He did not seem to care that he
was bound
and helpless.
The previous scenes had shown why he did not care and had
demonstrated how
Colben had progressed, through conditioning, from impotent fear to
rigid
anticipation.
Childe, having seen the complete film once, felt his entrails
slip about
each other and knot each other and, their tails coiled around his
backbone, pull
until they were choking each other.
Colben grinned, and Childe murmured, "You fool! You poor fucking
fool!"
The man in the seat on Childe's right shifted and said, "What'd
you say?"
"Nothing, Commissioner."
But his penis felt as if it were being sucked back up into his
belly and
drawing his testicles after it.
The draperies opened, and the camera moved in to show a huge
black-rimmed,
long-lashed, dark-blue eye. Then it moved down along a straight
narrow nose and
broad, full, and bright red lips. A pink-red tongue slipped out
between
unnaturally white and even teeth, shot back and forth a few times,
dropped a
bead of saliva on the chin, and then disappeared.
The camera moved back, the draperies were thrust open, and a
woman entered.
Her black glossy hair was combed straight back and fell to her waist.
Her face