Yes Virginia, there is an ,,oBo,,
Date: Sun, 02 Jan 2000 02:45:02 +1000
From: Spong <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Oh god, I remember with perfect clarity the first time I set eyes on
although I wish that I could forget. The power of that being is truly
frightening to behold.
It was in 'Nam, 70. R'n'R in Saigon. In the bar with no name, down Rue
Chat, the one with the picture of a giant squid in peeling paint on
outside. I was drinking with some buddies, Chooka Pete and Ned the
Bastard. We had some local talant in our laps, looking for folding
Those girls would stick a frozen herring up their arse for a dollar,
eat each others shit on a toasted sesame seed bun if the money was
loved them. They made me proud to be a human. Chooka was doing slammers.
made his girl squat on the bar in front of him so he could get a faceful
poontang whenever he wanted. It was beautiful to see him in action;
tequila, lime, cunt, salt, tequila, lime, cunt, like a machine. Ned
he mix a big margarita right in her box and drink it with a straw,
would have, too, if we weren't approached by the manager, Slinky Dink.
slope was so sleazy. He slid around sideways like a crab wherever he
He wore a black suit that looked like he dug up a corpse and stole
off his back, and I'm talking an old corpse. The girls liked him because
was queer, didn't touch them. Got his jollies drugging the cute blonde
and then checking their oil out the back. What a guy. Anyways, he kind
slides up to us, his eyes rolling backwards and forwards in that oily
face of his, and hisses at us in greeting. "Hey boys," he hisses, "you
see something great? See some action you neva see before? See something
and groovy, baby?" He always tried to affect this hip thing with the
Maybe he hoped to someday get his end in a boys ass without the mickey
Anyway, we always got a kick out of the freaky stuff the locals did.
why we loved 'Nam so much. It was alien man, a whole 'nother world.
stuff there that you'd get hung for, if you tried it in most other
We all said yeah, and tossed the bints off our laps, threw them a little
jingle so they wouldn't get the impression they was wasting their time
us, and followed that sideways sliding bastard. He took us through
kitchen, where big bald guys in grey grease-drenched whites were chopping
chickens and goats and lizards and stuff. The Dink slid through the
the stench and opened this little door, this little wooden door about
tall, kind of hidden behind the pots and pans. We practically had to
get in, and then we couldn't even stand yet because there was this
passage made of clammy damp stone, with just 10 watt bulbs ever few
light hanging off a wire. We followed the Dink down this sloping passage,
it switched back and forth a few times, deeper and deeper.
There was this room, this big broad room with a low ceiling and pillars.
couldn't see the walls, it was too broad and the smoke was bad. There
some types in there, sitting at tables drinking. They were different
upstairs. Badder. Most of the boys upstairs, were just grunts, a little
Might have been teamsters, back home. They had few vices when they
and they'd picked up a few more, but it was all innocent at heart.
like to see a couple monkeys fucking in a cage, maybe, but they'd get
upset if one of the girls got in there and sucked King Kongs dick.
didn't care. Bring it on. We stood there blinking in the smoke looking
at this roomful of true scum. There were government advisers, the same
JFK plugged when he tried acid and lost his balls; chinese vice lords,
a break from overseeing their caravans of spice; russians, having a
their mates from the State department and swapping plans for missile
systems. What a jolly crew! Dink smiles and slaps us on the shoulder
us to our table, right down the centre near the front of a small round
stage. "You boys have good time here! We have fun, special show is
You will like!" And he kind of fades into the mist of cigar and hookah
Well, we settle back and order drinks when the girl comes around. Ned
goes to grab her, but I catch sight of this turkish dude with the big
at the next table giving him the evil eye, like she was his sister
something. She might of been, with that mustach of her own. Anyway,
to get some bloody maries, because it's only a few hours to dawn and
had much to eat. Also the crew weren't a beer crowd and we wanted to
Pretty soon the hubbub starts to fade and there is silence. All eyes
Dink, standing on the little stage. "Gentlemans okay, we are ready
start. Some of you are here before, some of you are here never. All
waiting. We are here to see with our own eyes. We all understand what
seeing. We all know what it means. Now, here is ,,oBo,,." And that
first time I heard that fuckers name.
The Dink exits stage left, and then the stage itself starts to rise.
to tip back, until we can all see it was just like a lid on a giant
There's this big grinding sound, like chains going through a winch,
tent thing starts to rise through the hole in the floor. The lights
really low now, just the occassional candle ona table flickering, and
light from the hole. Slowly into view it rose, the palanquin of ,,oBo,,.
He lay on a pile of embroidered velvet cuishions. They were stained
excrescences, the sweat from his skin and other more terrible eruptions
the orifices of his body. Forgive me for getting all poetical on you
the memory of that moment always affects me that way. I wanna use the
words, the only ones thst can decribe what we saw. ,,oBo,, is a monster.
skin is slick and smooth, pink with a hideous health that seems to
burns with the radience of the souls he has taken. The folds of his
burnished by the light from the candelabra that adorned his couch.
were small, almost petite. His legs swelled like a babies, but with
hair. Draped with silk, he lay comfortably on his cuishions, lay with
flabby contented complacent sloth of an enormous udder. Like a fresh
His face was set in the utmost idiocity. There was something at once
and obvious about the power inherent in his absolute lack of control.
stared dissinterested out at his audience, I felt an insidious urge
to run and
lay down before him, to beg some kind of forgiveness for my sins in
an opportunity to atone by becoming his servant forever. All around
assembled scum of the earth sat foreward, staring intensely, and I
tell if they were feeling the same as I, or if they were merely eager
was to follow. I heard a scrape. Chooka started out of his chair. Ned
his arm, and Chooka shook his head as though awakening from a daze.
down, looking scared.
Someone put on a record, a scratchy old 78 of Peking opera music. A
figure came walking between the tables, dragging something. It was
one of the
cigarette girls from upstairs. Little Slipper, a jap. She liked you
the change into her bum crack, until she had about 20 dollars on silver
between those peach cheeks and would squat over her tray and release
in a glinting shower. Now she walked slowly, haltingly, hefting this
backpack. She wore a plain white shift.
,,oBo,, saw her coming and for the first time his eyes awoke from their
nothingness. An animal hunger appeared, and a childlike glee. He convulsed
once, and his fat arms started to crawl across his body, pawing at
the silk he
was wrapped in. Like a baby, trying to escape from his pajamas. Little
now stepped onto the platform and knelt down before him. She reached
took hold of a fold of the monsters garment, pulled, unwound, revealing
great stomach. It was hairless and pale, like the head of a deep sea
She pulled another fold free, revealing his crotch. His great cudgel
of a dick
was standing upright like an alabaster truncheon. There was no hair.
convulsed and heaved and gulgled and snorted as she began to stroke
running her hands up and down its length. His eyes rolled and bulged.
slack wet mouth gaped and worked as she caressed him. He grinned, it
terrible. A toad might grin so, in contentment as it felt a fresh meal
>From around her neck Little Slipper removed a silver vial suspended
chain. From this she poured some kind of ungent, which she slathered
enormous penis, her hands gliding up and down rythmically. I could
breathing of the audience quicken. She stood and the shift slid from
shoulders and to the floor. Her body was sweet and young, but trembled
fear, and maybe desire. The hold ,,oBo,, has over humans depends entirely
his complete lack of good qualities. ,,oBo,, is the satan that reminds
there is no god, that we are not rewarded for our good deeds. The one
that is incapable of doing a good deed is the one that gets the most
Slipper knew she was in the presence of a demon. She took more of the
and started to anoint herself.
,,oBo,, was gasping now, shaking and surging and trying to grab her
sweeps of his arms. Nimbly she stepped back, and bent to fumble with
backpack. Like all GI issue backpacks the bag itself can be removed
frame, and this she did, revealing an incredible sight. It was an engine.
looked like a 2 stroke outboard motor, the kind used by by river canoes.
had been firmly rivited to the frame, and the drive shaft removed.
the back was the wire guard from an electric fan and inside that was
looked like a giant cam, a wheel cut into the shape of an egg. It was
but she was strong. She hefted it onto her shoulders and tightened
buckles, wrapped the webbing belt across her belly and tightened that,
sure it was all secure. Then she reached back over he shoulder and
starter cable. The engine was well tuned, and started on the third
a loud roar a steady stream of blue smoke shot out to the side and
with the fug in the air, and the off-centre wheel span up to speed.
Slipper began to shake. Like an epileptic, only faster, harder, and
rythmically, her entire body vibrated under the impulse of the wheel.
could barely stand upright. With a huge effort she turned, danced around,
leant forward, and flopped onto the great body of ,,oBo,,. His organ
into her, and she gasped in pain. The engine roared and backfired.
spasmed and flopped this way and that as ,,oBo,, convulsed beneath
bucking with enormous strength. All around the room chairs scraped
fell as the audience stood. ,,oBo,, howled in ecstacy as he thrust
again, his eyes rolled back, his mouth gasping. The audience responded
howling back, and laughing now, cheering, raising their glasses in
a toast to
their lord, the idiot god, ,,oBo,,. ",,oBo,,, ,,oBo,," they screamed.
surged forward between the tables, to stand around the dias.
I can't describe, now, the horrors that ensued. Those memories are jumbled,
blocked. A shrink might help me recover them, which one reason I've
to see one. I've seen ,,oBo,,, or signs of his presence, many times
some ways I see his influence every day. You might think that you don't
worship ,,oBo,,, but you do. If you worship anything at all, it is