The Teratologist by Edward Lee Page B

like adders, striking and constricting.
    Their eyes gleamed with an animalistic lust that was truly frightening on creatures so huge. The two hermaphrodites’ massive penises would easily disembowel the helpless Minister. He could see why they called them the angels. They could have been descendants of the Nephilim, the gigantic hybrids of humans and angels that were said to have once walked the earth before the great flood. Bryant found himself both sickened and intrigued.
    “ Do you dope up all the freaks too?” Bryant asked, staring in awe at the angel’s tremendous sex organs.
    “ Only sometimes, when it’s necessary. Most often it isn’t. They’re usually quite delighted with all the attention they receive from our guests. Not these two though. They aren’t very receptive to others.”
    The minister knelt naked on the floor weeping as he stared up at the two pale devils standing above him. He turned to the east and prayed for Allah to rescue him from temptation. Still, his erection bulged shamelessly as he took in the two beautiful titans.
    “ The Minister believes all white men are the devil, mutants created by a mad scientist named Dr. Yacub some five thousand years ago in order to oppress the black race. He preaches separatism and vengeance, hates all things Caucasian. He also believes homosexuality to be a sin. How wonderful will it be when the Metopronil cracks his resolve and he submits himself to sodomy at the hands of two albino hermaphrodites? He doesn’t even realize he’s been drugged. We put it in his food and in his water. He’ll think the weakness lies within himself. In all likelihood he’ll kill himself once we tell him that his sins have been recorded and aired all over the country. That is, if the twins don’t kill him first.” Michaels grinned sadistically as the minister rose from his knees, sporting the largest erection of his life, and advanced on the two gigantic hermaphrodites who stood regarding him with curious detachment.
    Bryant felt some part of himself wilt when the proud minister dropped to his knees and began licking and sucking on one impossibly long albescent cock. Slurping on it like some half-starved infant on its mother’s tit. Bryant had no real love for the Black Islamic tradition in America. He had never condoned its racist politics and practices. He was more than familiar with the hate that hate made. He too had often been the victim of prejudice, but he believed that the answer was not to meet prejudice with more prejudice. That only perpetuated the cycle. He believed that you used love to combat hatred. Still, he could not deny the unifying effect the Minister had on the black community. He had a way of galvanizing people with his fiery speeches, making them listen and want to change themselves for the better. Some part of him had always admired the man’s efforts. He’d given millions of black men something to believe in and, love him or hate him, he had a way of earning your respect. But no one would respect him now. After this tape hit the streets, The Brotherhood of Islam would be dead.
    “ Does that drug always work? I mean does it have the same effect on everyone?”
    “ Well, nothing is 100% effective, although on males it seems to be. Women seem to be better able to resist it. I guess if Farringworth could develop an aphrodisiac that was absolutely effective on women he wouldn’t need to find God. He’d be God. It doesn’t seem to work on the twins most of the time either. It could be all the female hormones. And when it does work, it wears off quickly. We got lucky today. Either that or they really like that minister.”
    One of the twins was forcing his fifteen-inch phallus into the minister’s rectum while the other fed his cock down Farrahd’s throat. He looked like a pig on a spit. Their thrusts became more forceful, violently raping the Minister’s esophagus and asshole. Soon Farrahd was bleeding from both ends. One of the twins withdrew