In Search of the Alter Dom by Jack Challis Read Free Book Online

the scream did not carry down to the village; it rebounded off some invisible barrier and bounced back at him. Worse still, his scream seemed to anger the strange flying creature ahead – goading it into action. It flew straight at him with lightning speed, it was now flashing red. It clung on to his arm – he could feel the power of its grip. The creature was heavy for its small size.
    Whatever this bug was, Caddoc was going to deal it a heavy blow; expecting to hear the crushing crunch of its carapace, that bugs make when squashed. Instead his fat fist hit something as hard as Welsh steel!
    â€˜Ouch – bollocks!’ swore the foul-mouthed Caddoc: nursing his painful hand and looking down into the creature’s face in horror. It was something in-between a human and an insect. It looked back at him – grinning, showing small razor sharp teeth. He watched in fascinated horror as the creature pressed its face down on his arm. Instantly Caddoc felt the most incredible pain. ‘Oooouch – you little bastard,’ swore Caddoc. The small creature had bitten him! Caddoc had never felt such pain in his life.
    Caddoc the bully screamed out as loud as he could – tears streaming down his podgy face, his goby-like pudding-hole wide open. However, worst pain was to come – in a flash, the small creature flew around him and gripped onto his fat backside. Twisting his head, Caddoc saw the creature press down its pointed rear end! If Caddoc thought the bite excruciatingly painful – he soon changed his mind. The sting was far worse! It felt like an electric shock and took his breath away, leaving him gasping. The creature then hovered by Caddoc’s face, eyebrows raised over dark button eyes, and grinned at him.
    When the pain subsided and strength returned to his thick legs, Caddoc got rabbit in his blood and bolted back down the mountain path towards the village yelling; but his yells again bounced back in his face. As he ran past the big rock, something heavy nimbly leapt from it – onto his broad back! Caddoc’s thick powerful legs just managed not to give way under the weight of his rider. Powerful arms and legs gripped Caddoc vice-like.
    The being’s viscous saliva dribbled down Caddoc’s chest. He got the full stink of its foul breath, as its broad muzzle, nuzzled into his thick neck. The being’s chin dug deep into his clavicle recess for purchase. Caddoc pumped his thick powerful legs; fear and the down hill gradient lending them wings. The river was in sight; across the ford someone would help him! Reaching the ford, Caddoc was about to scream again when the being on his back, inserted two thick, smelly-clawed fingers into each side of Caddoc’s small goby-like gob (a makeshift bridle and bit), he was now being ridden like a pit-pony carrying top weight.
    Caddoc was about to cross the river when the being on his back using its fingers, turned Caddoc’s head around; back towards the mountain again. Sharp dewclaws on the inside of the being’s legs dug deep into Caddoc’s fat, flabby, flaccid love handles: spurring him painfully upwards.
    Two more beings suddenly appeared and joined in the sport, he could plainly hear them grunting gruffly. ‘Our turn – Bulrus Khan. Give the fat jack-of-apes plenty of stick and spur.’ All the while, the little flying creature that had stung and bitten him, hovered annoyingly close to his face grinning; eyebrows raised over black button eyes.
    This sport continued: each Tartarus Hob taking turns, riding the thick- necked bully; whipping his fat rump with a switch pulled from a hazel bush. Caddoc’s thick legs and aching lungs could take no more. He collapsed and in horror watched one of the beings take his ample calf into its mouth and bite – only stopping at the bone!
    This time Caddoc’s yell echoed over the petrified Cambrian mountainsides of Gwynedd and Powys, finally dying as it bounced