‘Young and tender! Only one ninety-five a month. Special introductory offer,’ the man said, holding forth the form for Nathan to sign.
Nathan cut a hole right through him and stepped through it to get away from the blonde who had stripped off her supple red leather basque to reveal corpulent breasts. Eyes closed, tongue running over her lips, she teased her pierced nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Behind him Nathan heard her begin to moan in ecstasy.
For fucks sake!
Nathan was tempted to get the hell out, but he didn’t want to miss the rest of the contest. He’d worked so long, progressed so far, and he thought he was in with a rightful chance this time. So, he fought his way forward through the burgeoning throng that encroached on him from every direction, displaying their wares.
‘Hey!’ a man to his right shouted to attract Nathan’s attention. And Nathan made the mistake of looking. With blurring staccato thrusts, the very pink-skinned man was pumping in and out of a very pale young girl who was down on all fours, smiling. Another naked nymphet licked the man’s ear, provocatively focussing on Nathan.
‘Come on over and check us out,’ the man said, flashing an address and continuing to thrust with crudely wrought jerks, ‘we’ve got college girls, teens – barely legal, first-time lesbi...’ Nathan split him in half, separating the torso and cajoling head from the still pumping hips. The kneeling girl smiled as she lost her pallor, drenched with gore.
‘Amateur crap!’ The original man was back, sneering, thumbs hooked in the jacket lapels of his loud check suit. Nathan kicked him in the groin and chopped down on the back of his neck with the edge of his shield so that the man’s eyes popped out of his head on stalks.
‘Peace and love.’ A nude girl reached out to place a garland of flowers around Nathan’s neck. All about him, spread out on the sand, were delectable looking hippie chicks, bare, topless or scantily clad, smoking and laughing, laughing and smoking. Nathan wrinkled his nose: he could almost smell the ganja. On the periphery of his vision he could faintly make out people making out in couples and groups. A sign popped up; it read, THE Beach. They always got you when your attention was diverted for a split second.
‘One month’s free access,’ the nude girl told him. ‘Shall we get it on?’
Nathan ex-ed her with his sword. Even before her scream had died away, he was scanning around for the way out or back.
‘Gay?’ asked the man in the check suit, exposing his immense phallus with its monstrously swollen tip. ‘For only...’ Nathan thought twice, flexed his sword-arm, resisted the temptation, and just strode past him: there was no point in wasting energy – he’d need it for Monstoro.
‘So what are you into?’ the man pursued, following him along the beach that writhed with human intercourse, fumed with hash pipes, and strummed to torpid folk-song chords that insulted Nathan’s ears.
‘Water sports? Bondage? S and M? Big jugs? Cum shots? Gang bangs? Old pussy? Young pussy? Anal? Animals? We’ve got them all; it’s a fucking zoo in here, guy!’
Fuck it, Nathan thought, and chopped one of the man’s check-trousered legs off above the knee.
‘Sheep?’ the man asked, hopping along. And a flock materialised right in front of Nathan, bleating. He stepped through them.
‘Chickens?’ the man tried, and a large hen bent to peck in the sand before them. Nathan cut the man’s other leg off and carried on in search of an exit.
‘On the wrong tack, huh?’ the man asked, dragging himself over the sand, spraying arterial blood from his stumps onto hapless but indifferent fornicating couples.
Nathan took a sort of pity on him and chopped off both his arms at the shoulders.
‘Asian babes?’ the man asked, attempting to keep pace by rolling along.
Nathan found an exit. A well muscled, bead-wearing freak with a fuck-off prophet-beard and a lop-sided grin blocked his passage. The man wore a sarong and a tie-died T-shirt. When he spoke, extending an arm to restrain Nathan, the light of the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
‘What’s happening, man? You don’t wanna leave yet: the cock-fun’s just starting, dude.’
Nathan butted him in the face with his helmet, splattering his nose. The beach faded and he was confronted by a Roman soldier. The praetorian dumbly pointed the way with his spear. But Nathan wasn’t about to be fooled again. He went in the other direction, trying to ignore the obscene advertising hoardings that materialised everywhere faster than the eye could follow...
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