cb.coldheart canyon-第45节

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though　they　were　keeping　their　distance。　But　it　was　not　the　freaks；　however；　that　the　female　was　so　afraid　of；　it　was　something　else。
　 〃What？〃　Tammy　gasped。　〃What？〃
　 〃Peacock；〃　the　woman　replied。　She　didn't　speak　again。　She　simply　let　go　of　Tammy's　arm　and　threw　herself　into　the　cover　of　the　thicket。　Tammy　turned；　and　turned　again；　looking　for　the　creature　that　had　caused　this　unalloyed　panic。　For　a　moment；　she　saw　nothing；　and　all　she　heard　was　the　sound　of　the　female　racing　off　though　the　thicket。
　 Then；　almost　total　silence。　Nothing　moved；　in　any　direction。　And　all　she　could　hear　was　a　jet；　high；　high　above　her。
　 She　looked　up。　Yes；　there　it　was；　crawling　across　the　pristine　blue；　leaving　a　trail　of　vapor　tinted　amber　by　the　setting　sun。　She　was　momentarily　enchanted；　removed　from　her　hunger　and　her　aching　bones。
　 〃Beautiful；〃　she　murmured　to　herself。
　 The　next　moment　something　broke　cover　not　more　than　ten　yards　from　her。
　 This　time　Tammy　didn't　stand　there　mesmerized；　as　she　had　at　the　cages。　She　threw　herself　out　of　the　path　of　the　shape　that　was　barreling　towards　her。　It　was　the　bizarrest　of　the　all　the　freaks　she'd　encountered。　Like　all　its　kin　it　had　some　of　her　own　species　in　its　genes　but　the　animal　it　was　crossed　with…yes；　a　peacock…was　so　utterly　unlike　a　human　being　that　the　resulting　form　defied　her　prehension。　It　had　the　torso　of　a　man；　and　the　stick…thin　back　legs；　scaly　though　they　were；　also　belonged　to　a　human　being。　But　its　neck　was　serpentine　and　its　head　no　larger　than　a　fist。　Its　eyes　were　tiny　black　beads；　and　between　them　was　a　beak　that　looked　as　though　it　could　do　some　serious　damage。　Having　missed　her　on　the　first　assault　it　now　turned　around　and　came　at　her　again；　loosing　a　guttural　shriek　as　it　did　so。　She　stumbled　backwards；　intending　to　turn　and　run；　but　as　she　did　so　it　raised　its　body　up　and　she　saw　to　her　disgust　that　it　underbelly　was　made　exactly　like　that　of　a　man；　and　that　it　was　in　a　state　of　considerable　arousal。　The　moment　of　distraction　cost　her　dearly。　She　fell　back　against　a　blooming　rhododendron　bush；　and　lost　her　footing　in　a　midst　of　pink…purple　blossom。　She　cursed　loudly　and　coarsely；　grabbing　onto　whatever　she　could…blossom；　twig；　root…to　haul　herself　up。　As　she　attempted　to　do　so　she　saw　the　creature　slowly　lower　its　sleek　turquoise　head；　and　one；　of　its　scaly　forelimbs…withered　remnants　of　arms　and　hands…went　to　its　chin；　where　it　idly　scratched　at　a　flea。
　 Then；　while　she　struggled　like　an　idiot　to　get　back　on　her　feet；　the　creature　lifted　up　its　backside　and　spread　its　glorious　tail。　By　some　quirk　of　genetics；　it　had　inherited　its　father's　glory　intact。　The　tail　opened　like　God's　own　fan；　pensating　for　every　other　grotesque　thing　about　the　beast。　It　was　beautiful；　and　the　creature　knew　it。　Tammy　stopped　struggling　for　a　moment；　thinking　perhaps　she　could　talk　some　sense　into　this　thing。
　 〃Look　at　you；〃　she　said。
　 Was　there　brain　enough　in　that　little　skull　to　understand　that　it　was　being　flattered？　She　frankly　doubted　it。　But　the　creature　was　watching　her　now；　its　head　cocked　to　one　side。　She　kept　talking；　telling　it　how　fine　it　looked；　while　tentatively　reaching　around　to　find　a　branch　large　enough　to　carry　her　weight；　so　that　she　could　pull　herself　to　her　feet。　The　creature　shook　its　tail；　the　feathers　hissing　as　they　rubbed　against　one　another。　The　iridescent　eyes　in　their　turquoise　setting　shimmered。
　 And　then；　without　warning；　it　was　on　her。　It　moved　so　suddenly　she　didn't　have　a　chance　to　clamber　out　of　its　way。　She　fell　back　into　the　blossoms　for　a　second　time；　and　before　she　could　raise　her　arms　to　ward　it　off；　the　peacock　came　down　against　her　body；　trapping　her。
　 She　felt　its　erection　against　her　body；　and　its　wizened　hands　clawing　at　her　breasts。　Its　beak　snapped　above　her　face；　threatening　her　eyes。
　 For　a　moment　she　lay　still；　afraid　of　what　it　would　do　to　her　if　she　resisted　it。　But　then　it　began　to　thrust　its　hips　against　her；　and　a　spasm　of　revulsion　overcame　her　better　judgment。　She　reached　up　and　caught　hold　of　the　thing's　neck；　just　below　the　head；　her　fingers　digging　deep　into　its　blotchy；　corrugated　flesh。　Even　so；　it　continued　to　grind　its　body　against　her。　She　raised　her　other　hand　to　join　the　first；　and　started　to　strangle　the　thing。　Still　it　pumped　on；　as　though　so　stupefied　with　lust　it　was　indifferent　to　its　own　jeopardy。　She　pressed　hard　on　its　throat；　dosing　off　its　windpipe。　Its　grindings　continued　unabated。　She　pressed　harder；　and　harder　still。　Then　it　seemed　to　reach　a　point　of　no　return；　and　a　series　of　shudders　passed　through　its　body。　She　felt　something　wet　spurting　on　her　belly；　where　its　rhythms　had　pushed　up　the　rags　of　her　blouse。
　 〃Oh　God。；〃　she　said；　〃You　filthy；　dirty…〃
　 Its　climax　over；　it　belatedly　seemed　to　realize　that　it　couldn't　breathe　and　started　to　thrash　about。　Its　claws　raked　her　breasts；　which　stung　like　fury；　but　she　refused　to　let　go　of　its　scrawny　throat。　If　she　gave　it　an　inch　it　would　surely　kill　her。　Her　only　hope　was　to　dig　deep　and　hold　on　until　the　thing　lost　consciousness。
　 But　it　was　easier　said　than　done。　The　bird's　orgasm　hadn't　exhausted　its　energies。　It　thrashed　maniacally；　beating　its　stunted　wings　against　the　blossoms；　so　that　a　blizzard　of　pink　petals　came　down　upon　them　like　confetti。　Tammy　kept　her　teeth　and　her　hands　locked　together；　while　the　would…be　rapist's　panic　became　a　frenzy。　It　was　making　ghastly；　guttural　noises　now；　its　mottled　tongue　sticking　straight　out　of　its　mouth。　Spittle　fell　on　her　upturned　face；　stinging　her　eyes。　She　closed　them；　and　kept　on　clutching；　while　the　peacock　clawed　and　flapped　and　thrashed。
　 The　struggle　had　already　gone　on　for　three　or　four　minutes；　and　her　strength　was　giving　out。　The　pain　from　her　scratched　breasts　was　excruciating；　and　her　hands　were　numb。　But　by　degrees　the　bird's　rallies　lessened。　She　didn't　relax　her　grip　on　it　however；　suspicious　that　if　she　did　so；　it　would　recover　itself　somehow　and　renew　its　attack。　She　held　on　to　its　silken　throat　while　its　wings　slowed　their　moronic　flapping。　She　opened　her　eyes。　The　expression　on　the　creature's　face　suggested　that　it　was　close　to　death。　It's　tongue　lolled　against　its　lower　beak。　Its　gaze　was　unfocused。　Most　telling　of　all；　its　glorious　tail　had　drooped　to　the　dirt。
　 Still　she　held　on；　pressing　her　thumbs　hard　against　its　windpipe　until　every　last　twitch　had　gone　out　of　it。　Only　then　did　she　let　go；　not　with　both　hands；　but　with　one；　and　started　to　pull　herself　up　from　beneath　the　body　of　the　creature。　She　felt　its　semen　cold　on　her　belly；　and　her　own　blood　hot　on　her　breasts。　A　fresh　wave　of　repugnance　passed　through　her。　But　she　had　survived；　that　was　the　point。　This　creature　had　done　its　worst；　and　she'd　overe　it。　Grabbing　hold　of　a　branch　she　pulled　herself　to　her　feet。　The　peacock　hung　from　her　hand；　its　body　sprawled　on　a　bed　of　fallen　blossoms。　A　spasmodic　rattle　passed　through　its　gleaming　tail　feathers；　but　that　was　the　last　of　it。
　 She　let　it　go。　It　dropped　to　the　ground；　its　head　resembling　some　absurd　little　sock　puppet　that　its　owner　had　abandoned　in　the　grass；　the　rest　of　its　body　a　grotesque　amalgam　of　forms。
　 〃I　killed　you。。。〃　Tammy　said　softly。　〃You　sonofabitch。〃　She　lifted　her　gaze　and　surveyed　the　bushes　around　her。　All　this　had　been　witnessed；　she　knew；　the　creatures　that　shared　this　beast's　grotesque　tribe　were　all　out　there　in　the　twilight；　watching　their　battle。　She　could　not　see　those　who　were　scrutinizing　her；　not　even　the　gleam　of　a　tooth　or　eye；　but　she　knew　they　must　be　thinking　twice　about　attacking　her。　On　the　other　hand；　she　was　seriously　weakened。　If　they　were　to　launch　such　an　assault　she　would　be　lost；　her　energies　were　all　but　spent。
　 She　looked　down　at　her　bosom。　Her　blouse　was　in　rags　and　her　skin　had　been　deeply　scored　by　the　freak's　claws。　She　touched　the　wounds。　They　stung；　but　the　blood　would　soon　start　to　clot。　She　wasn't　a　bleeder；　luckily。　But　she　was　going　to　need　something　to　clean　the　wounds　if　they　weren't　to　bee　infected…God　knows　what　kind　of　shit　and　dirt　the　creature　had　had　beneath　its　claws…which　meant　finding　her　way；　as　quickly　as　possible；　back　to　the　house：　to　clean　running　water　and　fresh　dressings。
　 But　there　was　one　other　matter　to　deal　with　before　she　moved　from　this　place：　a　bit　of　cleaning　up　that　couldn't　wait　until　she　had　water。　She　picked　up　a　fistful　of　grass；　and　wiped　her　belly；　removing　as　best　she　could　the　remnants　of　the　creature's　semen。　It　took　more　than　one　fistful　to　do　the　job；　but　when　she　had　cleaned　herself　（and　then　cleaned　her　hands　with　a　third　portion　of　grass）　she　left　the　body　where　it　lay；　and　went　on　her　way。　She　listened；　as　she　went；　for　the　sound　of　pursuit：　the　rustle　of　leaves；　the　snapping　of　twigs。　But　she　heard　nothing。　Either　the　rest　of　the　freakish　clan　had　decided　she　was　too　dangerous　to　pursue；　given　that　she'd　just　slaughtered　one　of　their　more　fearsome　members；　or　else　the　game　of　pursuit　no　longer　amused　them　and　they'd　gone　back　to　whatever　crimes　they　mitted　in　the　stinking　darkness。　Tammy　didn't　much　care。
　 As　long　as　they　left　her　alone；　she　thought；　they　could　do　what　the　hell　they　liked。
　
　
　THREE
　 〃Tell　me　about　all　the　stuff