Narrator:
Chapter 10 = The First Night of Hedon-Nanaya… Earth #8193, The Ganymedos Shire in the Sprawling Gardens city-province of New Alexandria City, 1976 A.D.
Once Anya and friends make it through the festival gates, they immediately proceed to the Shrine of Offerings, where they each line up with other new arrivals to approach the shrine and offer a prayer and gift to the holy feminine spirit of the Radiant Ganymedos.
Artair is the first of their party to reach the shrine. She steps away from the party and enters the Hall of the Shrine, closing the door behind her. She feels a deep sense of awe as she finds herself alone in the magnificently adorned space. The walls are polished red marble with glistening gold vines, spiraling up the Pillars of the Four Winds. The music of the space is that of gently echoing water from the Pools of Sanctification. She heads to one of the nearby pools and cleans her hands in the softly churning water. She also anoints her forehead with three drops of water and cleanses her lips with some of the water on her fingers.
Once she has cleansed herself, she quickly makes her way over to the grand life-sized effigy of Ganymedos mid-coitus with the giant-eagle form of Zeus-Amon-Ra. She kisses the stone boy softly on the forehead, then the lips and then, as she kneels down, she places one last kiss on the tip of Ganymedos's penis before kowtowing as low as possible before the monolithic effigy. She kisses the feet of the polished-marble lad before reaching over and lighting a nearby ceremonial incense.
She takes a moment to search deep into her heart for the best way to phrase her prayer as the sweet aroma of the incense fills the air. It is a prayer that has been storming in her heart for weeks… a prayer she would give anything to have answered. She breathes deeply and then begins.
Artair:
"Warmth and love to thee, Radiant Ganymedos; Sacred-Catamite, Cup-Bearer of the Gods and beloved Bukkake Bride of Lord Zeus-Amon-Ra. Long have I been your loyal follower and servant. Always have I strived to act and live in accordance with your tenets to the best of my ability, but tonight my heart is heavy. You see, I love my dearest Oskar so very, very much. But lately, something has blighted his heart. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. There is something wrong. Something lurking behind the faux smiles he gives of late.
I do not know how to broach the matter with him. I am sure he does not even understand what is happening to him right now. So I beg you, Please help me to be the best partner I can be for him, the partner he needs and deserves in this hard time. Please help him to make sense of whatever it is that is bothering him.
He has done so much for me… he has given so much even though I can offer nothing in return. So may this prayer I make on his behalf be repayment for all he has done, and if I am lucky enough to be chosen as one of your festival-vessels this evening, then I pledge my whole body, heart and soul to fulfil such a sacred role to the very best of my ability in exchange for your helping my beloved Oskar. I would also like to extended my deepest gratitude to the departed souls of my dear friend Anya's parents; Katrina and Edwin. If it had not been for the scholarship program they established while they were alive I would never have met my beloved Oskar and been accepted into the first real family I've ever had. From the depths of my soul I offer this prayer. Warmth and love to thee."
Narrator:
Artair, knowing that the rest of her party is waiting to offer their prayers, quickly presents her offering and makes her way back out of the Hall of the Shrine and gestures for Anya to go in next.
Prince Hellion:
Quick Hellion's Note = 'Ello close friends, arch-enemies, and future lovers! Now, kissing an effigy to a divine being on the penis might seem 'weird,' but similar 'weird' signs of devotion as part of prayer or worship is not uncommon in many pagan cultures. However, for the purpose of this ceremony and festival, the rest of Artair's party will not need to do this. The kissing of the Ganymedos's penis is only required for those who have been nominated to potentially act as one of Ganymedos's Sacred Festival Vessels. The kiss is viewed as a way to ask for Ganymedos's help in being chosen by the Ganymedian Priests.
There are seven Sacred Festival Vessels, or one per each night of the week-long celebration. To be chosen as a sacred vessel is considered an immense honor and could open up many doors in one's future. Oh, FYI, I know Ganymedos. A penis that cute always deserves a kiss!
Narrator:
Emma and Anko both kiss Anya on the cheek, bringing an amused smile to her lips before letting her leave them. Anya breathes deep and then proceeds forward into the Hall of the Shrine. The air is cool and fragrant with incense as she immediately moves to one of the nearby pools to cleanse and anoint himself. He then fixes her hair real quick and heads over to the grand effigy of Ganymedos. She kisses the statue on the forehead and then the lips before kneeling down and placing a kiss on each of the stone boy's feet. After thinking for a moment, she starts to pray.
Anya Lothrin:
"I'm sure you know, I am not entirely sure what to say right now… I've never been as devout as you and the other gods may want. But you, Radiant Ganymedos, have always had a special place of worship in the Turings' lives, and ever since the murder of my parents, they have done all they can to be the best family I could have ever asked for under the circumstances. For that, I will always be eternally grateful to you and to them. Since you matter so much to them, I can only assume some of that goodness comes from you, and so I just wanted to say thank you so much for being such an important force in their lives, and I pray for you to continue to bless them. They're good people and I could never have endured the loss of my parents without them… Um, well, thank you… I'm going to go now. Oh, warmth and love to you."
Narrator:
Anya gets up and rushes out to rejoin her party.
With their prayers and offerings made, Anya and her party make their way through the promenade of wild and jovial party-goers in search of a good table. They find one just as the Ganymedian High-Priest orders the crowd to sit, become silent and pay heed.
Ganymedian High-Priest:
"Wow! What a turnout! So many new bright, young faces. To those returning attendees, we bid you welcome. It is truly an honor to have you celebrate this festival with us once more. Let me see, if I'm not mistaken, Oskar Turning is here tonight as a representative of the Turning Family; one of this order's most devout and important patrons. We thank you and your family for your generous donations and continued support,"
Narrator:
The High-Priest, gestures the attention of the crowd to Oskar, causing him to turn slightly red and laugh with a mixture of awkward amusement and embarrassment. Artair climbs into her lover's lap and kisses him, causing the crowd to cheer and hoot. The High-Priest shoots Oskar and Artair some playfully supportive finger guns before waving the attention of the crowd back to himself. Once the crowd's attention has returned to the High-Priest, Artair climbs off her lover so that they can listen to the rest of the High-Priest's speech.
Ganymedian High-Priest:
"Now, to our returning attendees, our program for this festival evening will seem very familiar, so please act as good big brothers and sisters to our younger first-timers here. However, for our new attendees, I shall explain how we celebrate the First Night of Hedon-Nanaya.
We typically start with a magnificent feast during which we invite everyone to talk, mingle and really get to know each other, for tonight we are all brothers and sisters united as children of Ganymedos. We also encourage all those nominees hoping to be elected as Ganymedos's Sacred Festival-Vessel to use this time of feasting and mingling to persuade potential voters to support them.
Now, as children of Ganymedos, there are certain rules that all must observe in how we act toward one another during the festival. As is tradition, the older brothers and sisters in attendance are hereby deputised as Festival-Prefects. As Festival-Prefects, it is their sacred duty to instruct, monitor, and police our younger and/or first-time attendees.
If there is any incident, disruption, or conflict during the festival that cannot be resolved by our wonderful prefects, then they are to bring the issue to the attention of the Lower-Priests of Ganymedos,"
Narrator:
The High-Priest gestures to the Lower-Priests sitting around him at the Clerical-Table.
Ganymedian High-Priest:
"After the feast, the other priests and I will tally up the votes, declare who has been chosen to act as tonight's vessel for our Lord Ganymedos, and then perform The Ceremony of Divine-Possession. The ceremony will infuse the vessel temporarily with the spirit of Ganymedos, turning the vessel into a flesh-and-blood avatar of Ganymedos himself"
Narrator:
The High-Priest cast a quick smile to Artair, making her feel confident she will at least have his vote.
Artair:
"Did you put in a good word for me with the High-Priest?" [whispering]
Oskar Turing:
"Maybe?" [playfully].
Ganymedian High-Priest:
"After the Ceremony of Divine-Possession is complete, we will move on to the traditional Ganymedian Sacramental Orgy. Don't worry, participation in this phase, like with all the phases of the festival tonight, is voluntary. No one needs to join in unless the spirit of The Mad God, Hedon-Nanaya, or Radiant Ganymedos so moves them.
The only individual required to participate in the Orgy is the sacred vessel for the receiving of the fertile seed from as many as possible. After all, such is their purpose this evening as the avatar of the Bukkake Bride. After the Sacramental Orgy is complete, we will be called back together for the Farewell Benediction, which closes out the festival for this evening. So that is the plan, and I have chattered away far too much already. So let me just say thank you for being here with us tonight and… LET THE FEAST BEGIN!"
Narrator:
Finishes the High-Priest, causing a brief but powerful jovial uproar from the crowd as they all start mingling, drinking and feasting, leaving all notions of moderation behind them.
Artair:
"Well, I'd better get to shoring up the vote in my favor,"
Narrator:
Artair proclaims to her friends as she mimes performing oral with a naughty wink before standing up and making her way over to the nearest group of potential voters.
Emma:
"Yeah, get those votes, girl!"
Narrator:
Emma gestures for Artair to show off and have some fun before quickly finishing her plate and downing the last of her drink.
Anya finishes her meal quickly, too. Then she and Emma waste no time in getting intimate with one another, much to Oskar's secret inner torment.
Oskar Turing:
By fucking Kehpri, why does Emma always have to be all over Anya like some desperate bitch in heat? Seriously, fucking why? She's not even in Anya's league. She… she's just property… a slave… spawn of the help. Anya should be with someone his equal, not some inferior maid… She should be scrubbing floors, not touching Anya. She doesn't deserve Anya… my Anya…Mine…
Narrator:
Oskar's mind rages, unable to shake his gaze from Emma as she climbs into Anya's lap and begins feverishly kissing her all over her neck and lips. They run their hands lustfully over each other as they sit across the table from him. Though this was the feast section of the party and not the orgy yet, there are already loads of people jumping straight to the point or pursuing other wicked displays of affection all over the place. The whole space is littered with couples and groups tangled together. Their laughter and moans rising over the music, the air thick with wine, incense, and the first stirrings of chaos.
Anko De La Vega:
"Wow, she really knows how to call attention to herself when she wants it, doesn't she?" [impressed musing tone]
Narrator:
Anko laughs as she watches Artair getting down on her knees and opening her mouth welcomingly in the middle of the group of festival attendees while lowering her traditional Greek noblewoman dress AND exposing her chest. Oskar jerks back to the moment as Anko's voice snaps him out of the storm of toxic self-talk flooding his mind.
Artair:
"Indeed, she does,"
Narrator:
Oskar replies flatly, not even paying attention to Anko or caring at all for Artair's current actions. Unable to take the feelings inside him anymore, Oskar gets up and hurries over to the nearest table of booze, desperate to get away from Anya and Emma. He hurriedly downed shot after shot in an effort to drown the intrusive thoughts clawing at his mind.
Random Guy #1:
"Hey, Oskar! How's it hanging, man?"
Oskar Turing:
"Fuck! Not now," [frustrated muttering]
Narrator:
The random guy is only vaguely familiar from his most recent attendance at Druid-Scouts Summer Camp. The fellow scout makes his way over to Oskar and pours himself a drink as Oskar sighs deeply, not really wanting to be social but knowing he has to. He quickly recomposes himself as much as possible before turning his attention to the boy and responding.
Oskar Turing:
"Oh, hi. Good to see you again… not to be rude, but I need to go use the little boy's room,"
Narrator:
Oskar masks himself with forced politeness and a faux smile.
Having excused himself, Oskar heads towards the nearest bathroom with a large bottle of whiskey in hand.
Oskar downs the rest of the bottle before making his way over to a nearby urinal. However, much to his dismay, another 'friend' enters the bathroom and starts walking over to the urinal next to him.
Oskar Turing:
Shit! Not this fucker too!
Narrator:
Oskar recognises the other boy as one of the most notorious and annoying chatterboxes from school. And sure enough, as the other boy unzips his pants, it is clear he is about to strike up a conversation. Oskar knows he just can't handle this dude's shit right now.
John:
"Hey, so…"
Oskar Turing:
"Oh gods, shut up! Look, if I suck your dick real quick, will you please just get the fuck out of here? I really, REALLY want to be alone," [deeply pissed]
Narrator:
Oskar turns to face the boy, his heart filled with rage. John nods shyly, stroking Oskar's golden hair, unable to believe his luck.
John:
"Really?"
Oskar Turing:
"Yeah, I'm just so not in the mood to have whatever stupid hour-long chat I can tell you want to have. You fucking chatterbox,"
Narrator:
Oskar grabs John by the wrist and pulls him to a nearby counter.
John climbs onto the counter with his typical stupid grin as Oskar kneels down and takes John's dick into his mouth. Luckily, thanks to the rumors around the school, he knew John had zero stamina. And so, masterfully utilising every tongue and throat trick Artair taught him during their practice sessions, he is able to bring John to orgasm in record time. Sensing John is about to climax, Oskar deep-throats and swallows, not wanting to risk getting any cum on his clothes or in his hair. His task done, he stands back up and wipes his mouth with a nearby paper towel, then crumbles and tosses it at John's red panting face.
John:
"Wow, you're really good. That was…"
Oskar Turing:
"Yeah, I know. Gods, you're pathetic. Please, just get out of here! You disgust me."
Narrator:
Oskar chills in the bathroom for a good 20 minutes or so before washing his hands and making his way out of the men's room. He rushes stumbly back to the booze table and downs two more shots before heading back to his friends at their table. On his way back, he sees Emma momentarily leave Anya on the dance floor to get them some drinks. The mere sight of Anya's sheer radiant beauty hits him like a spark to dry tinder. Seizing his opportunity, Oskar strides over to Anya.
Oskar Turing:
"Would you care to a…. Uhm… dance? I mean, would you dance with me?"
Narrator:
Bows low for a moment, hoping he doesn't look as wobbly and dizzy as he feels.
Anya:
"Of course. I'll dance with you,"
Narrator:
Anya steps up to Oskar and takes his hand. The golden-haired lad pulls Anya in close as they begin to slow-dance. Oskar's heart flutters at the touch of Anya's hand in his, and he feels the first true peace he has felt in weeks. Just holding Anya in his arms and feeling every inch of Anya so close to him sends waves of soothing warmth through his body like a tranquil tide sapping away all the stress and anxiety warring inside him. The way their bodies move together… the heat of Anya's skin… The faint scent of her perfume: jasmine and something darker rising from the folds of her furisode. Oskar loves it all. It's all a part of Anya, and he savors it.
Anya Lothrin:
"So, umm, slow dancing, huh? You're not bad. Been practising?"
Narrator:
Anya muses as Oskar continues to lead.
Oskar Turing:
"Yeah, my father has been teaching me in preparation for the festival."
Narrator:
Oskar replies, trying not to think… not to feel anything but this moment… this precious moment he has been needing for so long. He lets himself get lost in Anya's deep, glacier eyes.
Not sure what to make of Oskar's strange expression or the odd mannerisms he is displaying, Anya resolves to go with the flow and not question it. Sensing that Oskar somehow needs this time… this experience between them. Oskar smiles at her, and she smiles back.
Oskar Turing:
"Anya, I have… I mean, I want… Ugh! Why the fuck is this hard? Anya, I lo…. Shit!"
Narrator:
Oskar blurts out angrily as he stumbles backwards, clenching his head as tears of pain stream from his eyes.
Anya quickly reaches out, stabilising her friend so that he does not completely fall over. Artair sees her beloved looking shaky and unwell, but is relieved when Emma and Anya close ranks around him. Relieved that her love is in good hands, she turns her attention back to pleasuring the potential voters gathered around her.
Emma:
"What's up with him?"
Narrator:
Emma asks, rushing over to help support Oskar.
Anya Lothrin:
"I think he is drunk, I'll take him back to the A.C.E. while you go inform Anko, okay?"
Emma:
"Right,"
Narrator:
Emma does as she is told while Anya helps Oskar away from the party and back out to their A.C.E. in the parking lot.
Cub-Bearer #1 and #2 in Unison:
"What happened to him?"
Narrator:
Asks the two young Ganymedian Cup-Bearers from before.
Anya Lothrin:
"This is why you don't get drunk, kids."
Narrator:
Both the boys nod in unison to Anya's words.
The further they walk, the quieter the festival becomes, the laughter and music fading into the distance until it's just the sound of their footsteps and Oskar's uneven breathing. His hand drifts from her arm to her wrist, his grip tightening unconsciously. She doesn't notice at first, focused on keeping him upright.
By the time they reach the A.C.E., his balance is worse, his muttering more incoherent. She tries to ease him into the back seat, but he resists, flailing drunkenly. Then, without warning, his fingers clamp hard around her wrist.
Oskar growls like an animal for a moment as if in agony as his tears intensify.
Oskar Turing:
"Anya…. I…"
Narrator:
Starts Oskar, but Anya just tries to quiet him.
Anya Lothrin:
"Just relax, Oskar. You're gonna be… wait… Ouch… fuck… Let go of me. You're hurting me,"
Narrator:
Oskar grabs Anya's wrist and flips them over so that Anya is now pinned beneath him.
Anya Lothrin:
"Oskar, get the fu…
"Narrator:
Oskar places one of his hands firmly over Anya's mouth, causing her to erupt into a frantic mess of muffled screams. Anya tries to break free and fight, but she is unable to gain any physical leverage over the much stronger boy.
Fabric of Anko's gift tears under his grip. The sudden exposure of her naked nether regions sends a spike of dysphoria through her chest, a sickening jolt that makes her struggle harder. She bucks and kicks, but he's too strong. Anya's smothered wailing reaches a new level of panic as Anya tries with all her strength to fight. But it is no good. Oskar slams one of his fists down hard on the side of her head, sending a massive burst of pain through her skull, stunning her. Bleeding and dazed, Anya flails frantically as Oskar reaches his hand down towards her privates
Anya cries the deepest cry she has ever cried since the death of her parents, as one of her best friends, someone she grew up with and loved like a brother, begins to violate her. Oskar forces his fingers deep inside Anya's bottom, stretching her in preparation. Anya's heart crumbles until she sees it… a shadow moving behind Oskar.
Emma:
"GET THE FUCK OFF HER!"
Narrator:
Emma pulls Oskar violently out of the A.C.E., allowing Anya to scramble out of the vehicle only to immediately fall to her knees and vomit all over the pavement of the parking lot before climbing shakily back to her feet.
Oskar Turing:
"How a… How da… dare you… FUCKING SLAVE BITCH!"
Narrator:
Oskar lunges toward Emma, brute-forcing past her defenses.
Emma tries to fight… to force him back, but he grabs her firmly by the head and slams her face-first into the vehicle, causing a loud, bone-shattering CRACK to ring out as Emma falls bleeding and unconscious to the ground.
Anya screams ever louder, scared that Emma might be dead.
Oskar Turing:
"No… sta… stop… QUIET!"
Anko De La Vega:
"KAMAKI MOTHERFUCKER!"
Narrator:
Anko shouts, seemingly appearing from out of nowhere behind Oskar and smashing the intoxicated boy hard in the side of the head with a large rock.
Oskar's body falls to the ground hard as Anko gestures to some freshly gathered on-lookers to get medical help. Anya rushes over to her dearest Emma. Emma's head is bleeding badly, and she is non-responsive.
After a few minutes, some of the lower-priests show up with two EMTs who immediately scan Emma and Oskar's I.B.A. Chips. After scanning the chips, both the EMTs turn their undivided attention to treating Oskar, completely ignoring Emma.
Anya drops to her knees beside Emma, cradling her head to keep it steady. Warm blood seeps between her fingers.
For a heartbeat, it isn't Emma's face she's holding, it's her father's brain and skull fragments. The copper tang in the air, the taste of blood in her mouth. Her breath catches in her throat as her world shatters. She blinks hard, forcing herself to see Emma again, to hear the shallow rasp of her breathing. Why is no one tending to her? Why are they all moving to help only Oskar.
Anya Lothrin:
"WILL SOMEONE FUCKING HELP HER?!" [Sobbing, screaming tone]
Lead EMT:
"Help her yourself. We scanned her chip, and we aren't obligated to save any slave," [heartless and dismissive]
Narrator:
Anya screams, but before she has any real chance to react, Anko jumps into action. She lifts the lead EMT up by the neck, causing the whole crowd to go silent.
Anko De La Vega:
"You know who I am? Who my father is?" [firm and menacing tone]
Narrator:
The lead EMT trembles in her grasp as he nods, clearly terrified.
Anko De La Vega:
"Then fucking help my friend over there before I rip your balls out of your ass and have you stripped of all your assets,"
Narrator:
Anko tosses the lead EMT to the ground next to Emma and Anya.
Now that they have the proper motivation, the EMTs start treating Emma. They prep her for transport to the nearest medical facility. As they finish prepping Oskar and Emma for transport, Artair finally manages to make her way through the dense crowd.
Artair bursts into tears at the sight of her bloodied companies, but especially Oskar. It is agreed that Artair will ride to the hospital with Oskar while Anko and Anya ride in the other ambulance with Emma. Anko promises to track Artair down and explain everything once they are all signed in at the hospital.
At first, the doctors at the hospital try to shoo them away, but again, Anko throws her social weight around and makes sure the head administrator of the hospital knows that her father is already on his way and that he will be angry if Emma is not receiving the best care possible by the time he arrives. Knowing the power and influence she, or more specifically, her father has, the doctors waste no time tending to Emma.
Anko calls Oskar's parents to inform them what happened and which hospital they are at, and then she calls her father to make him aware of the situation. He agrees to fly in immediately and to ensure Emma's continued care and treatment for as long as required personally. Law enforcement arrives at the hospital at the same time as Oskar's parents.