Chapter 15 - Slaughter and Escape
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Sally and Anne Claridge were exhausted from their day's work as whores at The
English House. Both girls had been chosen many times during a busy Saturday
afternoon and evening. The fact that they were young, barely fourteen and
identical twins made them doubly appealing to the horny English sailors who had
sailed from London two months ago.
The officers of an East Indiaman had purchased the twins for the afternoon and
they had been obliged to entertain a dozen sailors in a serial fuck that had
continued until all the sailors had exhausted their capability to achieve an
erection. Two of the midshipmen had been roughly the same age as the twins.
Sally and Anne had been obliged to deflower the two boys as their shipmates
hooted and applauded.
Both girls had mounted the two boys for less than a minute when they
ejaculated causing great amusement to the other officers.
"Let me show how it's done," exclaimed the drunken captain pulling Sally to
his groin and placing his cock in her mouth. "Open your mouth, darling."
"This is called a Jamaica skull fuck," yelled the captain grabbing the sides
of Sally's head and forcing his large hard cock into her gullet. At first Sally
choked and gagged. Saliva cascaded from her chin when the Captain withdrew his
member before forcing it back down her throat.
Sally's throat bulged with the presence of the fully erect cock. It took
minutes for Sally to gain control over her gag reflex and prevent the Captain
from asphyxiating her. Sally had mastered at considerable effort the skill to
serve a cock in her throat and maintain her air supply. There was nothing for
the poor girl to do but remain calm and use her hands, tongue, and lips to bring
the sailor to a climax as quickly as possible. As soon as Sally had swallowed
the Captain's ejaculate, she was tumbled on her back like Anne who was in a
nearby bed under a pile of sailor flesh.
Anne was groaning as two particularly well-endowed sailors were ramming their
cocks in her pussy and ass while a third was forcing his cock past her
epiglottis.
"My turn and I want her bunghole," announced the first mate as he grabbed
Sally's ankles.
The officer bent her double and unhesitatingly forced his cockhead past her
anal ring causing Sally to squeal in pain. There was searing pain for a moment
then Sally relaxed and found herself responding, as a well-trained whore should.
The twins were aware that any complaints by the officers of a lack of zeal or
skill on their part would result in a beating by one of the Bromley's.
"I love a good English cock in my ass," exclaimed Sally emphasizing her point
be contracting her buttocks to squeeze the customer's penis. Nearby Anne was
pretending to enjoy the painful bites that the second mate was inflicting on her
small breasts.
If he keeps at it, he will chew them off thought Anne leaning down to stick
her tongue in the mate's ear to distract him.
The girls had lost count of the number of sailors they had serviced. Both
girls had been thoroughly used in all three orifices. At the very end of the
evening, a Welshman with a taste for the bizarre had paid extra to have the two
urinate in his mouth and he in theirs.
Despite their fatigue, Mrs. Bromley had ordered them to her bedroom for the
night.
"You two little harlots can pleasure me tonight," said the enormous woman
taking the two from their tiny room that still smelled of urine.
The girls reconciled themselves to their fate as they helped the brothel madam
to undress and climb in bed. According to a well-established ritual, they
struggled to place a bolster under her enormous bottom in order to elevate it
and expose her asshole along with her hairy and unwashed sex.
"It's very important you service my asshole properly," was how Mrs. Bromley
put it the very first night she called them to her bed. Sally and Anne
alternated the unpleasant task of using their mouth on the madam's bunghole
since her hygiene was questionable and consisted mainly of the nightly tongue
baths provided by the twins.
It had been a busy day and the brothel was at last quiet when the twins
slipped between the madam's thighs, overcame the smell of unwashed flesh and
applied their tongue and lips to the various components that comprised her sex.
"Fist me," said Mrs. Bromley who had consumed her fair share of rum tonight.
She was looking forward to a good climax followed by a long snooze. She felt the
need of having the twin's hands inside her body cavities.
For the last few minutes the twins had been using their mouths on Mrs.
Bromley's clit in their efforts to bring her to climax. One twin would suck the
digit while the other licked the underside.
Sally's entire hand was inside the amazingly loose Bromley vagina and Anne was
in the process of working her hand up Mrs. Bromley's asshole.
Mrs. Bromley had become a whore at the age of twelve when her parents who
owned an inn near Leominster had lost her at cards to a stranger that operated a
brothel in the Cheapside area of London. One of eight surviving children, Carrie
Bromley had not been a virgin when the lucky brothel owner carried her off in
the night. Her father and brothers had seen to that. Her father was not averse
to allowing Carrie or her younger sister Rose spend the night in a guest's room
for a few coppers.
Whoring was all Mrs. Bromley knew. A strong taste for rum and sweets resulted
in a too large figure that ended her career as a brothel worker. But her cruel
nature and her large and intimidating stature had pointed her in the direction
of being a Madam.
Mrs. Bromley had by good fortune connected with Sir Charles Danby who sensed
that he had found someone who would be completely loyal to him and willing to
operate a house that served not only as a brothel but also as a means to gather
shipping intelligence. When Sir Charles decided that piracy was a quicker path
to riches than trading English textiles to natives, he moved Mrs. Bromley to
Madagascar as part of his master plan that included marrying the Princess Aziza
and gaining control over the port of Mahajanga. Placing Mrs. Bromley at the
southern city of Toliara had been a stroke of genius. Sir Charles's pirate fleet
was able to pick off the richest and least defended traders while avoiding the
occasional frigate sent by the Royal Navy to suppress the marauders.
Sally was scraping her fingers along Mrs. Bromley's vaginal walls while her
sister went about the unpleasant task of pushing her hand into the turds that
packed the woman's intestines. Mrs. Bromley's loud moans indicated she was
approaching an orgasm.
Both girls were laying between the enormous outstretched thighs each licking
along the side of her pudgy clitoris. The smell of unwashed sex, urine, and
feces hung in the warm tropical air. However, the twins were used to it and well
aware that any lack of zeal would result in a nasty whipping and even worse an
afternoon spent with the brothel's brutal guards.
During their time at The English House, Mrs. Bromley had made a point of using
the twins to satisfy herself after the last customer had departed and the
brothel had been closed up for the night. At first, frequent slaps and beatings
had accompanied these nightly sessions. Mrs. Bromley would communicate her
dissatisfaction by climbing out of bed and tying the girls to one of the
bedposts. Then she would apply a wide sailor's belt to their backsides. Their
screams of pain and cries for mercy would wake the entire establishment.
Finally, the twins had mastered the techniques required to satisfy the madam's
desires and they were able to quickly bring her to orgasm and thus to sleep
where her loud snores made rest difficult for the tired girls.
Sally's hand sensing the muscular contractions of Mrs. Bromley's vaginal walls
signaled her sister that success was nigh. Both girls redoubled their efforts.
Mrs. Bromley twisted her giant body from side to side as the pleasures of the
little death overtook her. At that moment, the girls felt the presence of
another body landing on the bed. It was too dark to make out who it was. They
looked up to see the glint of a knife blade in the tropical moonlight and then
felt the madam's body convulse. They heard the sound of air rushing from
someone's lungs.
"There bitch, I've done for you," whispered Ludivine in Mrs. Bromley ear. It
was pitch black when Ludivine silently entered Mrs. Bromley's bedroom and took
her vengeance. Ludivine had clamped her hand firmly across Mrs. Bromley mouth as
she used Nabu's knife to slice the woman's throat severing the jugular.
"Help me hold her, girls," whispered Ludivine as Mrs. Bromley attempted to
rise. Sally and Anne each grabbed and held on to the enormous thighs. It took
only moments for Mrs. Bromley's life to ebb away. Ludivine held the struggling
woman's head as the warm blood spurted out of the gaping neck wound over her
enormous bosom. In a matter of seconds it was over. Ludivine calmly wiped her
hand on the bedcovers the moment Mrs. Bromley ceased her struggles. A loud fart
and the release of a sizeable turd signaled that the madam had give up the
ghost.
"Sally, Anne, get dressed, we're leaving," whispered Ludivine.
"Is she dead," asked Sally?
"Yes, be quiet," answered Ludivine. "Don't make a sound, we're escaping this
awful place tonight."
"Of course she's dead silly, can't you smell she's shit herself," said Anne.
"Quiet," repeated Ludivine.
"Where are we going, Ludivine," said Anne.
"Away from this horrible place. I'll explain later. Now be silent for all our
sakes and come with me," said Ludivine.
Across the hall in Mrs. Bromley's son Rodney's room, another murder was taking
place. Rodney had selected Elena as his bed companion when she first arrived at
the English House. Elena quickly learned that she was in the hands of a complete
sadist. At the slightest provocation he had beaten her with his huge hands.
Slaps, kicks, and using his powerful hands to torture her breasts and sex were a
common occurrence. Large bruises that covered an entire breast had been common.
Once after Elena had particularly displeased Rodney, he had tied her to a
chair and slowly pulled two of her fingernails out. Attempts by Ludivine to
intervene had resulted in horrible beatings for the two of them.
Elena had made an extra effort that night to ply Rodney with drink. As per
usual, the night had ended with a drunken Rodney doing his utmost to cause Elena
pain as he fucked her. His great hands had bruised her breasts and painfully
twisted his nipples. He had lifted her off the bed by her nipples causing her to
scream out. By the time, Rodney climaxed, Elena was crying and sobbing in
terrible pain.
When he passed out after fucking her, she stealthily bound his hands and feet
to the bedposts with cords hidden under the mattress. Then she had slowly
stroked his cock and used her mouth to bring him to an erection. She carefully
straddled his body slipping his cock into her pussy and began to fuck him. At
that point, she heard Segos slip into the room. He had expected to kill Rodney
by himself at least that was the plan Nabu had laid out. Instead he found the
beautiful Elena slowly fucking the unconscious man. Segos could see in the
moonlight that Rodney's ankles and wrists were tightly bound.
Elena reached out for the knife Segos was holding. He placed it in her hand
allowing his fingers to linger for a moment on the white skin of the dark haired
beauty. Segos sensed Elena's need to take her own revenge. He watched as she
used one hand to grasp Rodney's balls in one hand and pull them tight as she
continued to ride his cock. She positioned the razor sharp blade at the base of
Rodney's gonads and cut upward as she pulled hard on the scrotum. The bloody
ball sack and penis were severed and easily came off in Elena's hand. She spun
around facing the awakening Rodney and at the moment he opened his mouth to
scream, shoved his severed manhood between his teeth.
Segos allowed Elena to savor her revenge for a moment then used his other
knife to cut Rodney's throat.
Lorraine Connors and Roxanne were completing the slaughter of the Bromley
family in another bedroom. As usual, Mr. Bromley had drunk himself into a stupor
and passed out. Lorraine and Roxanne had helped him to bed. They had undressed
him then climbed in bed on each side of him and waited. At the agreed upon hour
they had bound and gagged the old sadist. Lorraine had bent the drunkard double
tying his hands and feet together exposing his skinny flanks and rectum.
"He was so fond of buggering us that I think this is appropriate," whispered
Lorraine. Instead of the knife provided by Nabu, Loraine used the gold headed
sword cane that Mr. Bromley frequently used to beat the girls. Unsheathing the
sword from the custom made Malacca cane, Loraine with Roxanne's help had
positioned it a Mr. Bromley's anus and then on a agreed upon signal driven it in
to the hilt. They watched as the man twisted and died.
On the roof, Oliver and Ernest were reaching into the cage of pigeons and
breaking each bird's neck. Ludivine had insisted this be done in order to
prevent the carrier pigeons from being used to inform Sir Charles and Princess
Aziza of what had befallen The English House.
Betty was downstairs in the guardhouse. Along with Nabu and his other warriors
they were moving from room to room killing each of the guards. When it came to
the room of the Malay who had broken Betty's fingers for his own amusement,
Betty had insisted on taking her revenge personally. Topanga, a huge warrior had
gagged and bound the Malay. Betty carefully sliced his stomach open and reached
in to grasp a loop of his intestines. Slowly she had pulled his guts out until
they formed large loops of intestines at her feet. Betty and Topanga left the
Malay to die a painful death.
According to plan everyone gathered in the downstairs tavern. Elena and
Lorraine had awakened all the whores and told them to prepare to leave.
"I'm not leaving," announced Julia stumbling downstairs unaware of what had
happened.
"Good, stay here, when Sir Charles Danby arrives he can take his revenge on
you," said Elena. "Lord knows what he'll do to that big ass of yours but I
suspect it won't be pleasant."
"Where's Mrs. Bromley and Rodney," asked Julia?
"Dead," said Ludivine. "Mr. Bromley and the guards are dead too."
"My God, Sir Charles will murder us all," said Julia.
"Not unless he catches us. You can stay here and explain to him what
happened," said Elena.
"You seem to have left me no choice. I'll have to come with you," said Julia.
"Here, Nabu," said Ludivine handing him a large chest.
"What's in the chest?' said Julia.
"The money your ass and mine earned for the Bromley's," said Elena.
"Come my Queen," said Nabu to Ludivine.
"Queen, why did he call Ludivine his Queen," asked Julia.
"We'll explain later," said Elena. "Move your ass before I stick this knife in
it."
