Into Forever

Thomas Purser

Description

Jasel's routine life as a meat trader specialising in exotic flesh, including human, is changed forever when she unwittingly snubs a shadowy and powerful figure known as Solexer. As a punishment for her disobedience, Jasel is blinded by Solexer's agents.Jasel is rescued by a benevolent customer called Sungod and taken to the surgery of a mysterious physician known as Doctor Veeson, who restores her sight. However, the eyes Veeson has connected to Jasel's mind are extraordinary and provide her with the perceptual abilities of the gods.At first, Doctor Veeson is confident that, as a mortal, Jasel will not have the power to connect the eyes to the celestial universe, but he quickly discovers he has underestimated Jasel, who begins to experience different levels of perception simultaneously.Doctor Veeson recognises Jasel's potential and convinces her to join him in the struggle against an ever-expanding draconian regime that threatens all existence.

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Chaudjour
• Date de parution: 15 janvier 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783010332
• Langue: English

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INTO FOREVER
Thomas Purser
Copyright © Chaudjour/Victor Saunders 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without written consent from the publisher.
ISBN: 978-1-78301-033-2
Contents
Chapter 1 – Meat Trader
Chapter 2 – New Brand
Chapter 3 – Sungod
Chapter 4 – AlwaysEase
Chapter 5 – Invite
Chapter 6 – Sedated
Chapter 7 – Safe?
Chapter 8 – Pain
Chapter 9 – Xwarriorsham
Chapter 10 – House
Chapter 11 – Goatus
Chapter 12 – Shamed
Chapter 13 – Mars’ Military Academy
Chapter 14 – Surprise
Chapter 15 – Iced
Chapter 16 – Ugh
Chapter 17 – Vghetto
Chapter 18 – Safehouse?
Chapter 19 – Fetishmodel
Chapter 20 – Ascendancy
Chapter 21 – Interview
Chapter 22 – Plush
Chapter 23 – Tameana City
Chapter 24 – Xwarriorsmoothie
Chapter 25 – Seeing is a gift
Chapter 26 – King of Kings
Chapter 27 – Talaheim
Chapter 28 – Linked
Chapter 29 – Later
Chapter 30 – New to New
Chapter 1 – Meat Trader
Jasel stood impassively in the public gallery of the abattoir and looked down on the rows of cages and the peasants imprisoned within. She considered her own peasant ancestry and the irony of her current situation. Here was she, a meat trader specialising in peasant flesh who, a few centuries ago, would herself have been amongst those now in the cages...
Hustled from her bed one brutal winter morning to join a shivering group of terrified families, the butt of a gun smashed casually against the elbow or the crack of a whip haphazardly slung across the eyelid, put paid to any thoughts of escape they may have harboured. Yet some of them had escaped, she was living testimony to the fact. However, over the centuries her ancestors evolved along different paths and now the only element tying her to the peasant chain was her body shape.
Gleaming silver benches were lowered from pulleys high in the ceiling and positioned on each side of the cage. A few moments later they were mounted by workers, ice picks in hand and adrenaline-swirling minds awaiting the opportunity to display their unerring dedication to violence.
The roof of the cage folded back and the ice picks went to work. Within seconds, everyone in the cage was dead.
Today, Jasel’s usual cargo of dead meat was supplemented by a cache of live peasants after a new client, called Sungod, had requested them. She watched as the cage containing the peasants was absorbed into the darkness of the hold. At first, they screamed and tore at the bars, then as exhaustion and hopelessness took control, they slumped, silent and defeated in the vomit and faeces pool their terror had manufactured.
One family, however, seemed to fare better than most.
Jasel listened in on their conversation.
"Mum, how come Auntie Suzi is crying?" asks child.
"The meat trader is coming for Uncle Larry, darling," explains mother. "It’s time for him to become a side dish." Mother turns up her nose and assumes a sophisticated air. "Of course, if he was from my side of the family, he would have top billing as the culinary centro de artisti, not some easily forgotten filler."
Child looks confused.
"What will I be, mum?"
Mother pushes roughly past her sobbing sister and runs a gentle hand over the child’s puzzled face.
"You, my darling, will be a little chop garnished with mint. It’s a great honour, you know."
Child thinks about it for a moment. Chop garnished with mint?
"When I’m a chop garnished with mint, what will you and dad be doing?"
"We, my sweet love, will be with you. Your father a greased liver and me, my ever sweet angel, a succulent prize steak."
Child begins to fret and shake.
"I don’t want to die, mum! I don’t want to die!"
Mother smothers child with vexed features.
"You listen to me, young lady! Me and your father have worked hard to get out of the battery farm. How would you like to be back there?"
Mother again, in a more soothing tone:
"Here we have everything we want. We’ve done well for ourselves. Now go and see how your lovely new friends Earl and Marcel are doing. Oh and darling, keep away from the corners of the cage. I don’t want you mixing with the children who live there."
Child runs out to meet her new friends and for the first time ever sees them not as children, but as sizzling chunks of meat, hot on the spit.
Chapter 2 – New Brand
Jasel sat in a hotel room in the desert city of Tarras and waited for the restaurateur called Sungod to arrive. There was a knock at the door. It was the concierge.
"Good evening, madam," he said, bowing low. "Sungod is waiting for you in the restaurant. If you’d like to come this way."
Jasel followed the concierge down into the eating hub, where he pointed to a figure hidden behind the shadow of a private corner. She moved across to the dimly-lit area and, as she did, a plump hybrid, dressed in a swathe of black and gold silk, with stiletto heels to match, emerged from beyond the shadow.
"Ah, at last the face behind the voice on the phone," he said, extending his chubby hand and warmly embracing Jasel’s. "Welcome to my restaurant and to our wonderful city of Tarras."
He pulled out a chair.
"Please, take a seat. I’m sure we have much to discuss."
Once they were settled at the table, Jasel handed him a small sachet of meaty samples.
"This is a mixed bag containing meat from over seventy different abattoirs," she explained. "Of course, this is only a small selection from a very extensive range."
She handed Sungod her catalogue. He studied the literature whilst happily chewing on the meat.
"I have to admit I do find it exhilarating to taste such rare and wondrous delicacies," Sungod complimented, after much agreeable noise.
He wiped his hands and mouth.
"As a result of my taste buds’ excitement and the depressing fact that our local peasants are not fit to be consumed by a dog, I can do nothing else but buy your full load and secure a contract for a constant supply. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me," said Jasel, hardly able to believe her luck at securing such a quick deal. "Just tell me how much you need and I’ll deliver it within two days."
Sungod clasped his hands together and gasped with admiration.
"Two days, you say. How spectacularly fast. You’re fit, though. I can see that from the slender cut of your powerful thighs."
"It’s more to do with the speed of my ship than the power of my thighs," said Jasel. "Now, how much do you want?"
Sungod considered the thump of his heart as it increased at the sound of the blunt answer. I like her, he thought. Even if she is a fiery one.
He threw open his arms dramatically.
"Oh, darling, if I had an ocean full of the stuff, it would never be enough. My customers are frantic to try it since a group of celebrities gorged themselves on your sample shipment at a cultural soireé the other evening."
Pretentious low lives, thought Jasel. Get one fool to say something is chic and all the drones lap it up, even if it makes them puke their guts up. Though vomiting could not be done in public. Oh, no, that was preserved for the privacy of the diner’s toilet: vomit, sticky throat, alcoholic breath mixing with the regurgitated flesh, it coming up in thick lumps, to finally sizzle and cool on the toilet floor...
As the evening wore on, Sungod looked over Jasel with ever more lust-ridden eyes and began to froth at the mouth all too obviously.
She really is a gorgeous young thing, he thought. How I’d like to ease up against her in the serenity of post-dining candlelight, the flame doused and golden skin quivering.
He leaned starry-eyed towards her.
"J-A-A-S-S-E-L-L-L," he said, soft and long. "What a lovely name. So profound. It sets ablaze your charismatic features. The fine muscular frame and the splendid golden face, full of youth and compassion. Yet most revealing of all, your eyes, blue and hungry for success."
He drew his lips close to her ear.
"Tell me, would you be interested in having dinner at my place this evening?"
Jasel pulled away diplomatically.
"Thanks for the offer, but I have to get going if you want the shipment delivered on time."
Sungod weighed up his choices. Was a night with the athletic Jasel worth an empty restaurant and the inevitable snub the absence of desired delicacies would bring?
He decided it was not worth it. Besides, there would be other times to seduce the angelic young brute.
Chapter 3 – Sungod
"Darling, call in the engineer and have him fix the light," said Sungod to his Ladyboy Vale. "It’s far too bright in here."
Ladyboy stopped preparing his selection of massage oils and dealt with the request.
"Oh and while you’re at it, ask him to fix the ice machine. I can’t take one more sip of lukewarm gin and orange," he added sulkily.
Ladyboy attended to the second request, then eased his master’s discomfort with a soothing skin tonic.
"Let me soothe your gin and orange malaise, my love," Ladyboy cooed in his ear.
Sungod giggled as Ladyboy eased the viscous gush away from his temple and down onto his chest.
"Does this please you, master?" asked Ladyboy.
"Oh, yes," said Sungod. "It almost makes me think we’re back at the old place."
A lump built in his throat as he recalled the happy years spent at his previous restaurant.
How I miss the place, he thought. It was pure utopia until that filthy fast food chain shut me down with a disgorging of burgers and mega-size fizzy drinks.
As gossip had it, the fast food chain was owned by the same company who also held a large stake in a private hospital specialising in stomach complaints...
Still, they could never imitate my style, Sungod thought defiantly. The gesture of defiance, however, was of small comfort. He knew they weren’t interested in style, just huge profits, and an eternal epidemic of stomach cancer.
"My restaurants are fabulously decorated," he cried, jumping up suddenly and making Ladyboy spill oil down the front of his slip-strap dress. "Lavish designs heaving from the ornate structures. Each building swollen w