Rum and Sodomy, pt. 1
"Cor'on, wut's this?" grunted Bildin, squinting
through rain that fell like a hail of carpenter's nails.
"Ger'up, Hoset. HOSET, ye miserable dog leavin.
GER'UP!" Hoset, hopelessly steeped in grog and the
Seed, cracked his bleary red eyes only after several
sound thumps with Bildin's musket."Fuck youse, Bildin.
I was 'aving a most wondrous dream, I was. I 'ad Maria's
skirts up and chokin' 'er,and those noice tan legs were
just goin on fore'er..."His voice trailed off as
his grizzled chin sank slowly back down to his chest.
"HOSET, ye buggered asshole! You must've been dreamin,
if ye were within twenny paces of Maria an' she was
still breathin'. Now look lively now, seems we have
some sollicitin affer curfew." This roused Hoset, as
night watch in this filthy smuggler's haven did not
offer many opportunities for recreational abuse of
authority. After leaning against the outer wall of
Stiggy's Alehouse and heaving his stomach's contents
("beans and pork don't taste good neither way they're
going," he spit), he drew himself to respectable slouch,
and gazed where Bildin pointed.
Sure enough, two darling dirty flowers were out in this
downpour, well past the curfew any law-abiding slattern
obeyed. Coming down from Gosswipe Alley, they cut down
the thoroughfare, past the dimly lit flophouses and
taverns filled with potential customers. Closer and
closer they drew, seemingly on an intercept course with
the watchmen. "'Alt, and state yer name and business,
pretties," cried Bildin as the whores drew close.
The taller of the two, taller than either man present,
pulled back her dripping hood, revealing long black
curls of silken hair, scintillating emerald eyes, and
lips made for wrapping around a man's piece, all set in
a painted-perfect face. "Forgive our presence, lords,"
she began,"I am Esme, and this is my poor sister, Taro,
deaf, dumb, and mute since a young age. You ask our
business, and I say our business is pleasure."
"An' surely then, if thissn's your business, ye knew
that curfew for your like was o'er three hours ago."
"Aye, my lords, but we find ourselves in desperate
straights,and short on the coin our pimp demands.
Believe me, we are not out to enjoy this lovely
weather," Esme responded, with a flip of a delicate
ivory wrist, revealing tattooed vinework going down her
supple arm.
Hoset felt his britches tenting as he studied first
Esme, then the mute, Taro, still cloaked and hidden and
revealing none of her delights to the eye. "So then,
girlies, yer need may be dire, but so is the law on
those stupid enuff ter break it." This he finished by
spitting out a Seed husk that lodged itself somehow in
his few remaining teeth.
Esme's emeralds grew wide with fear. "Oh please, kind
Lords, my sister is of frail health, and we cannot
afford to be thrown in a damp cell! She could perish of
chills and damp mildew within hours of confinement!
Please, I throw myself upon your infinite mercy, let us
go, just this once!" She threw herself on her knees and
clung to Bilbin's trouser leg, her forehead brushing his
crotch and the burgeoning erection there.
"Oh, dinnae worry, I've got something infinite to throw
you on,"grinned Bildin as he grabbed a fistful of black
curls and hauled her to her feet. "You an' your sis
here better show your best trade 'ere for me an' my
mate, or we'll throw you in with the worst scum and
rapists we 'ave in the clink. When they've finshed with
ye, not even the rats'll nib on what's left." With
that, Bildin hauled Esme off into the darkness next to
Stiggy's, by the discarded wine casks. Leaving Hoset
alone with Taro, still motionless and silent.
"Ye heard the man, bitch. Best start ta makin wif-" the
threat cut short by a delicate finger tipped with
polished nail pressed against his scabrous lips.
Pressing him back against the wall, Taro's other hand
grasped and groped furtively in the blackness, undoing
his buckle and plunging into the hairy depths.
"Oh, great and good Lucifer," Hoset moaned, as the
wench's skilled hands manipulated his shaft, kneading
his bollocks. From around the corner he could hear a
frustrated Bildin cursing "Damn your fugging whore
mother, woman, its not in, ye just tucked 'er between
your legs!" Hoset paid little heed, lost in pleasure
and fastly approaching his own climax in skilled hands.
"Come now, girly,"he rasped,"open yer mouth, and I'll
give ye a decent meal. Ye're but skin and bone..."
His voice trailed off when he drew her hood back,
revealing something from a nutmeg nightmare. Tiny,
beady black eyes, taking in all light and giving none
back. Sparse, strawlike hair drawn back and braided
tight in cornrows that writhed and pulsated on her thin,
varicrose scalp. Where her mouth should be, there was a
clacking black squid's beak, from which a pink tongue
darted out rapidly, hungrily. "DEMON! GER OFF!" he
cried, but it was too late, the ejaculate had come, and
there was no stopping it now. Taro's grip fastened
tight, with the strength of the possesed. "Oh fuck,
fuck no, I always get shaft'd with the ugly one!" He
could feel her stepping down on his boots, bracing
herself, grabbing the base of his dog for one final
sickening yank.
A flash, white thunderbolts of pain, and Hoset crumpled
on the dirt. Taro stood over him, gripping what was
once his penis, now torn out by the very roots. Now,
hers. "Ow, 'ey, what's this shite here?" Bildin cried,
"Hoset, issa setup! This one's got razors in 'er URGH."
A sickening thud told all there was to tell of how well
his lay was going. Curled in a ball, Hoset cried, cried
as he hadn't since before he beat his father to death
with his own strap. He clutched the bloody wreckage of
his junk, and stared on and on at the monstrous visage
of Taro. Kneeling down next to him, she watched him
right back, some dark designs coming to light behind
those dark pinholes of hers.
"Please, please, please spare my worfless soul, I'll do
anythin, anythin..." he whimpered as her face drew close
to his, the terrible stench of fish and semen
intermingled on her heavy breath.
Studying him for moments, eternities, she opened her
beak, one query made clear.
"Caawwww?"
Then she ate his eyes.
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The women were joined in the alley shortly by three more
cloaked figures, men, judging from the breadth of their
shoulders and swagger. Their leader approached Esme,
and performed a little half-bow to her, acknowledging
Taro with a nod.
"Put up much of a fight, did they?" he asked.
"It never does them any good. Stupid dicks. When will
they learn that once you're bollocks deep, you can never
pull out?"
"Hopefully never, or I won't have much use for you two
anymore!" the leader guffawed, and threw a heavy coin
purse to Esme. His men shuffled anxiously, eager to be
off and away from these monsters.
"Someday, Captain, you'll have to sample our pleasures
yourself." Esme said with a smile. "We all have our
better sides." She spoke while Taro nibbled on
something fleshy and small that she kept out of view.
"Even you."
"Har Har! I drowned my better half years ago in lye and
hate, pretties. Now, our business is done, and I think
you're putting off one of my new boys here, so we'd best
be off. A good evening, to be sure." With a dismissive
doffing/undoffing of his cap, the Captain and his men
departed, and headed into Stiggy's Alehouse.
through rain that fell like a hail of carpenter's nails.
"Ger'up, Hoset. HOSET, ye miserable dog leavin.
GER'UP!" Hoset, hopelessly steeped in grog and the
Seed, cracked his bleary red eyes only after several
sound thumps with Bildin's musket."Fuck youse, Bildin.
I was 'aving a most wondrous dream, I was. I 'ad Maria's
skirts up and chokin' 'er,and those noice tan legs were
just goin on fore'er..."His voice trailed off as
his grizzled chin sank slowly back down to his chest.
"HOSET, ye buggered asshole! You must've been dreamin,
if ye were within twenny paces of Maria an' she was
still breathin'. Now look lively now, seems we have
some sollicitin affer curfew." This roused Hoset, as
night watch in this filthy smuggler's haven did not
offer many opportunities for recreational abuse of
authority. After leaning against the outer wall of
Stiggy's Alehouse and heaving his stomach's contents
("beans and pork don't taste good neither way they're
going," he spit), he drew himself to respectable slouch,
and gazed where Bildin pointed.
Sure enough, two darling dirty flowers were out in this
downpour, well past the curfew any law-abiding slattern
obeyed. Coming down from Gosswipe Alley, they cut down
the thoroughfare, past the dimly lit flophouses and
taverns filled with potential customers. Closer and
closer they drew, seemingly on an intercept course with
the watchmen. "'Alt, and state yer name and business,
pretties," cried Bildin as the whores drew close.
The taller of the two, taller than either man present,
pulled back her dripping hood, revealing long black
curls of silken hair, scintillating emerald eyes, and
lips made for wrapping around a man's piece, all set in
a painted-perfect face. "Forgive our presence, lords,"
she began,"I am Esme, and this is my poor sister, Taro,
deaf, dumb, and mute since a young age. You ask our
business, and I say our business is pleasure."
"An' surely then, if thissn's your business, ye knew
that curfew for your like was o'er three hours ago."
"Aye, my lords, but we find ourselves in desperate
straights,and short on the coin our pimp demands.
Believe me, we are not out to enjoy this lovely
weather," Esme responded, with a flip of a delicate
ivory wrist, revealing tattooed vinework going down her
supple arm.
Hoset felt his britches tenting as he studied first
Esme, then the mute, Taro, still cloaked and hidden and
revealing none of her delights to the eye. "So then,
girlies, yer need may be dire, but so is the law on
those stupid enuff ter break it." This he finished by
spitting out a Seed husk that lodged itself somehow in
his few remaining teeth.
Esme's emeralds grew wide with fear. "Oh please, kind
Lords, my sister is of frail health, and we cannot
afford to be thrown in a damp cell! She could perish of
chills and damp mildew within hours of confinement!
Please, I throw myself upon your infinite mercy, let us
go, just this once!" She threw herself on her knees and
clung to Bilbin's trouser leg, her forehead brushing his
crotch and the burgeoning erection there.
"Oh, dinnae worry, I've got something infinite to throw
you on,"grinned Bildin as he grabbed a fistful of black
curls and hauled her to her feet. "You an' your sis
here better show your best trade 'ere for me an' my
mate, or we'll throw you in with the worst scum and
rapists we 'ave in the clink. When they've finshed with
ye, not even the rats'll nib on what's left." With
that, Bildin hauled Esme off into the darkness next to
Stiggy's, by the discarded wine casks. Leaving Hoset
alone with Taro, still motionless and silent.
"Ye heard the man, bitch. Best start ta makin wif-" the
threat cut short by a delicate finger tipped with
polished nail pressed against his scabrous lips.
Pressing him back against the wall, Taro's other hand
grasped and groped furtively in the blackness, undoing
his buckle and plunging into the hairy depths.
"Oh, great and good Lucifer," Hoset moaned, as the
wench's skilled hands manipulated his shaft, kneading
his bollocks. From around the corner he could hear a
frustrated Bildin cursing "Damn your fugging whore
mother, woman, its not in, ye just tucked 'er between
your legs!" Hoset paid little heed, lost in pleasure
and fastly approaching his own climax in skilled hands.
"Come now, girly,"he rasped,"open yer mouth, and I'll
give ye a decent meal. Ye're but skin and bone..."
His voice trailed off when he drew her hood back,
revealing something from a nutmeg nightmare. Tiny,
beady black eyes, taking in all light and giving none
back. Sparse, strawlike hair drawn back and braided
tight in cornrows that writhed and pulsated on her thin,
varicrose scalp. Where her mouth should be, there was a
clacking black squid's beak, from which a pink tongue
darted out rapidly, hungrily. "DEMON! GER OFF!" he
cried, but it was too late, the ejaculate had come, and
there was no stopping it now. Taro's grip fastened
tight, with the strength of the possesed. "Oh fuck,
fuck no, I always get shaft'd with the ugly one!" He
could feel her stepping down on his boots, bracing
herself, grabbing the base of his dog for one final
sickening yank.
A flash, white thunderbolts of pain, and Hoset crumpled
on the dirt. Taro stood over him, gripping what was
once his penis, now torn out by the very roots. Now,
hers. "Ow, 'ey, what's this shite here?" Bildin cried,
"Hoset, issa setup! This one's got razors in 'er URGH."
A sickening thud told all there was to tell of how well
his lay was going. Curled in a ball, Hoset cried, cried
as he hadn't since before he beat his father to death
with his own strap. He clutched the bloody wreckage of
his junk, and stared on and on at the monstrous visage
of Taro. Kneeling down next to him, she watched him
right back, some dark designs coming to light behind
those dark pinholes of hers.
"Please, please, please spare my worfless soul, I'll do
anythin, anythin..." he whimpered as her face drew close
to his, the terrible stench of fish and semen
intermingled on her heavy breath.
Studying him for moments, eternities, she opened her
beak, one query made clear.
"Caawwww?"
Then she ate his eyes.
--------------------------------------------------
The women were joined in the alley shortly by three more
cloaked figures, men, judging from the breadth of their
shoulders and swagger. Their leader approached Esme,
and performed a little half-bow to her, acknowledging
Taro with a nod.
"Put up much of a fight, did they?" he asked.
"It never does them any good. Stupid dicks. When will
they learn that once you're bollocks deep, you can never
pull out?"
"Hopefully never, or I won't have much use for you two
anymore!" the leader guffawed, and threw a heavy coin
purse to Esme. His men shuffled anxiously, eager to be
off and away from these monsters.
"Someday, Captain, you'll have to sample our pleasures
yourself." Esme said with a smile. "We all have our
better sides." She spoke while Taro nibbled on
something fleshy and small that she kept out of view.
"Even you."
"Har Har! I drowned my better half years ago in lye and
hate, pretties. Now, our business is done, and I think
you're putting off one of my new boys here, so we'd best
be off. A good evening, to be sure." With a dismissive
doffing/undoffing of his cap, the Captain and his men
departed, and headed into Stiggy's Alehouse.