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Posted 13 years agoA friendly fellow came knocking on my door today. He was rather cool and upbeat. He said he was earning points for the company he worked for, a magazine company. So we discuss business (I humor him since he's so friendly). As we talk, he makes note of how his company also donates books bought to orphaned children and how he was an orphan himself. Despite everything looking legit (he had a receipt and everything), I had a very uneasy feeling...
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So as I allow him to use my bathroom, I do a quick Google search of his company; Midwest Circulation LLC. It seems that there were quite a few people taken in by charismatic salespersons. It was a scam! With the recent death of my mother, I was able to use her as an excuse to be mentally incapable of purchasing anything. So with a heavy sigh and a head held low, he left my apartment. But now I'm scared because he does have my name and address. Oh boy. Watch out for these guys! I've heard about money scams to missing persons with these folks! I'll be stashing knives all around my apartment just in case someone decides to break in.
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Gold and Lapis Part III
Posted 14 years agoWhy am I still alive? Of everything that transpired, that was the only thing that Femi could contemplate. She was marked as a thief, betrayed by her beloved, and now missing and eye. The once famed courtesan now stood naked and on display for all to see.
As one could surmise, Akar was not happy. He was even more furious when he discovered that his star courtesan was now damaged goods. Who would pay good coin for a one-eyed whore? Disgusted at the sight of Femi, and seeking to recoup his losses, the black asp took Femi to the slave market. As slaves were a privilege that the elite could afford, he had hoped that at least one of her past clients would pay a good some for her. This was his hope at least.
Indeed, Femi was still a sight to behold. Her lovely curves captivated all potential buyers. That was until they saw her poorly bandaged eye. The bandage was colored red from her wound. A strange colored substance also began to ooze from her wound, an obvious sign of infection. This staved off potential buyers, much to Akar’s frustration. The asp crossed his arms as he slithered about Femi. His obvious contained rage didn’t help the situation either.
“You were my number one,” Akar hissed as he glared at Femi. “As long as you spread open your legs, you were treated like a queen! And this is how you repay me?”
“…” Femi was too saddened to even reply to Akar. Realizing that there were few buyers, someone would no doubt come along and buy her for dirt cheap. If that was the case, she would be nothing more than a kitchen slave, subjected to the vile whims of her master and endure any slave with strong arms and a horny disposition. She realized now why Ata didn’t just want Massui to simply kill her. That sharp-tongued cat wanted Femi to suffer!
“What stands before you is the famed Femi!” Akar exclaimed. “Once the jewel of Memphis, now she can be yours!” Akar did his best to keep a straight, pleasant-looking face as he made his sales pitch.
The crowd was undecided. Akar made a good point. Femi’s reputation preceded her. She could be used as a status symbol; that is if they were willing to clean her up and do something about the hole in her head. That all amounted to coin, more coin than they thought she was worth. As of yet, there was not one single bid for Femi, making her situation even graver.
“Two topaz jewels!” an old crocodile offered with a lecherous grin.
“Four silver coins!” a hippo brandishing a whip shouted.
Akar sighed when he realized he wasn’t going to get that much for Femi. If anything, however, this would be a fitting punishment for her. He could tell she wouldn’t be happy with either of the two bidders. Femi languishing in some hobble was enough to make the asp smile.
“N-nine s-silver coins,” a black jackal bid. The jackal sounded somewhat hesitant, nervous even when he made his bid. As he raised his right paw, he quivered slightly.
“Oh who needs the whore?” Unable to bid further, the crocodile left the auction, followed by the hippo, and soon everyone else. This left Akar with only the jackal who bid nine silver.
“You have yourself a deal. What’s your name?” Akar asked.
“M-my name is Lateef,” the timid jackal answered.
“Alright, Master Lateef, here is your property.” With a fanged grin, Akar pushed Femi towards her new master. He then snatched the nine silver coins the moment Lateef presented them. Paid in full, Akar slithered away. His laugh could be heard as he vanished amongst the crowd.
“S-so what’s your name?” Lateef asked Femi.
“That’s for you to decide, Master,” she answered weakly.
“We’ll see,” he said with a sigh. Lateef gently took Femi’s right paw and proceeded to lead her. He maneuvered her around the many people of the bustling city. Memphis was so full of life that it made Lateef smile. When he glanced back at Femi, he saw her looking at the ground, too depressed to do otherwise.
After walking around Memphis for about forty minutes, Lateef and Femi eventually came across a large stone structure, obviously a temple. Hieroglyphs on the temple revealed a thin, frail, graceful figure of an ibis.
The temple of Thoth? Femi thought. Why are we here? Femi would have asked, but she felt it not proper to question her new master. She didn’t want to make him angry on the first day. She submissively followed him as he entered the temple.
The moment they walked in, Lateef was greeted by the high priest, obvious from his elaborate attire. The high priest, a baboon, greeted the black jackal with a friendly hug. He then noticed Femi, who did her best to hide behind Lateef.
“My friend, you come for prayers but you bring a beauty?” the High Priest joked.
“She needs medical attention,” Lateef stressed. “Do you have any of the salve I require to numb and stop infection?”
“Of course, of course!” The High Priest dug within his robes and pulled out a small jar of creamy green salve. “You’re a brilliant physician, Lateef. Knowing about the medical herbs that grow around here and leaving me the recipe to make it myself. The temple is indebted to you!” With a smile, he gave the jar of salve to Lateef.
“Thank you.” Lateef bowed to the High Priest to show his gratitude. “Could I perhaps bother you for--”
“Consider it done!” the High Priest responded before Lateef could finish. “You can treat her here!”
Feeling indebted to the High Priest, Lateef bowed his head to show respect, and then hugged the man. After thanking him, Lateef escorted Femi around the shrine until he came across a small bedroom. Though it was adequate, it was vastly different from what Femi was familiar with.
Lateef ordered Femi to sit down, which she did without perfect obedience. Upon seeing the bed, she automatically thought that her master was now going to take advantage of his position. Why wouldn’t he? However, the salve was surprising. Was she to earn the right to heal her eye through being an obedient little sex slave?
Instead of making Femi earn the salve, he began to remove the bandage over her injured eye. He took great care not to cause any further irritation as he removed the bloody wrap. When at last he saw her right eye, he simply shrugged. The gashed eye just hung in its socket, festering.
“I have to get that out of there,” Lateef stressed. “Now this will sting a little, but the salve will immediately numb the pain,” he explained.
“Yes, Master,” Femi responded.
Lateef retrieved a small kit hidden on his person. The small kit was full of surgical knives of varying sizes. With the smallest knife at hand, he began to grisly process of removing Femi’s right eye. He expected her to squirm, flinch, or otherwise respond to the cold blade, but she simply stood there as he removed her eye. With the source of the infection removed, Lateef open the jar he had received from the High Priest and began to apply the salve.
“T-thank you, Master,” Femi stammered, unsure how to return her master’s kind treatment.
“Don’t call me that,” he sighed. “I’m no better than you. Address me as Lateef,” he stressed with a smile.
“Thank you, Ma--” Femi paused for a moment. Finally managing to put a smile on her face, she said “Thank you, Lateef.”
“Now I’m going to be in Memphis for a couple of days, more so to offer prayers to Thoth as well as pick up some medical supplies,” he explained as he proceeded to wrap some clean bandages around Femi’s right eye. “Now I want you to remain in this bed for the duration. Doctor’s orders.”
After dressing Femi’s wound, Lateef left her the lie in bed. Femi was left with much to think about after he left. Since he merely purchased her to help her, does this mean that Femi is a free woman? If so, what would she do now? Being a prostitute was the last thing on her mind, but she had no other work experience.
For the next few days, Femi remained in the room, but she was far from lonely. Aside from Lateef frequently visiting his patient, the High Priest and several other priests would pop in on Femi and bring her food. One priest even went as far as to bring her a hookah as to help alleviate pain and stress; this was against Lateef’s wishes, however. Femi was unaccustomed to such treatment without at least opening her legs first.
Femi’s physical wound began to heal more with each passing day. After two weeks had gone by, Femi had made a complete recovery! In place of the bandages, she now wore an eye patch. Lateef and the priests of Thoth treated her so well. It gave the former courtesan the will to go on. Though the scars of Massui’s betrayal ran deep, her new hookah helped to put the golden-furred backstabber and his feline floozy out of her mind.
“So how is my patient, today?” Lateef asked as he walked into her room.
“Glad to see you!” Femi replied. She jumped out of bed and tackled Lateef. Thinner than most jackals, Lateef fell to the ground. Femi looked at Lateef, embarrassed from her own excitement. The two of them then burst into laughter.
“With your recovery, you’re free to go,” Lateef informed her.
“And if I want to thank my doctor by remaining at his side?” Femi was grinning from ear to ear.
“I could use a nurse,” he pondered.
“I’m not a medic!” Femi nearly screamed. “I’m an artist! I can sing and dance. Imagine it, dear Lateef. After a looong day tending to your patients, you return home.” Femi spoke in a seductive whisper, flustering her poor doctor. “I greet you with a plate of food. As you eat, I sing and dance for you.”
“T-that…” Lateef gulped, “Sounds good…” Desperate to compose himself, Lateef cough and shook his head. “I-I have a gift for you.” Mustering all of his courage, Lateef pulled out a small, blue gemstone.
“A lapis lazuli?” she muttered.
“It was a gift to me from another patient of mine,” he explained. “He collects rare gems, and he decided to give this to me.”
Femi examined the gemstone. She was absolutely in love with it. The lapis lazuli she held was small, but not too small. It was large enough to fashion a pendant out of it. Already smoothed out, it would make a lovely pendant. After examining it further, she got an idea. Tossing aside her eye patch, Femi placed the gemstone in her empty eye socket.
“How do I look?” she asked with a sexy smirk.
“L-l-l-lovely,” Lateef stammered.
“Now I never told you my name, did I?” she whispered into his ear. “Well, that’s because it reminds me of someone I don’t want to think about,” she explained with a frown. “Now I’ve taken a new name.”
“A new name?” Lateef was somewhat perplexed.
“You can call me Lapis, my dear doctor.” Upon renaming herself, Lapis kissed Lateef and then held him tightly.
“Nice to finally meet you, Lapis.” Feeling her tremble from past pain, Lateef embraced Lapis. He knew a thing or two about heartache. No matter what happened now, he would remain at her side.
As one could surmise, Akar was not happy. He was even more furious when he discovered that his star courtesan was now damaged goods. Who would pay good coin for a one-eyed whore? Disgusted at the sight of Femi, and seeking to recoup his losses, the black asp took Femi to the slave market. As slaves were a privilege that the elite could afford, he had hoped that at least one of her past clients would pay a good some for her. This was his hope at least.
Indeed, Femi was still a sight to behold. Her lovely curves captivated all potential buyers. That was until they saw her poorly bandaged eye. The bandage was colored red from her wound. A strange colored substance also began to ooze from her wound, an obvious sign of infection. This staved off potential buyers, much to Akar’s frustration. The asp crossed his arms as he slithered about Femi. His obvious contained rage didn’t help the situation either.
“You were my number one,” Akar hissed as he glared at Femi. “As long as you spread open your legs, you were treated like a queen! And this is how you repay me?”
“…” Femi was too saddened to even reply to Akar. Realizing that there were few buyers, someone would no doubt come along and buy her for dirt cheap. If that was the case, she would be nothing more than a kitchen slave, subjected to the vile whims of her master and endure any slave with strong arms and a horny disposition. She realized now why Ata didn’t just want Massui to simply kill her. That sharp-tongued cat wanted Femi to suffer!
“What stands before you is the famed Femi!” Akar exclaimed. “Once the jewel of Memphis, now she can be yours!” Akar did his best to keep a straight, pleasant-looking face as he made his sales pitch.
The crowd was undecided. Akar made a good point. Femi’s reputation preceded her. She could be used as a status symbol; that is if they were willing to clean her up and do something about the hole in her head. That all amounted to coin, more coin than they thought she was worth. As of yet, there was not one single bid for Femi, making her situation even graver.
“Two topaz jewels!” an old crocodile offered with a lecherous grin.
“Four silver coins!” a hippo brandishing a whip shouted.
Akar sighed when he realized he wasn’t going to get that much for Femi. If anything, however, this would be a fitting punishment for her. He could tell she wouldn’t be happy with either of the two bidders. Femi languishing in some hobble was enough to make the asp smile.
“N-nine s-silver coins,” a black jackal bid. The jackal sounded somewhat hesitant, nervous even when he made his bid. As he raised his right paw, he quivered slightly.
“Oh who needs the whore?” Unable to bid further, the crocodile left the auction, followed by the hippo, and soon everyone else. This left Akar with only the jackal who bid nine silver.
“You have yourself a deal. What’s your name?” Akar asked.
“M-my name is Lateef,” the timid jackal answered.
“Alright, Master Lateef, here is your property.” With a fanged grin, Akar pushed Femi towards her new master. He then snatched the nine silver coins the moment Lateef presented them. Paid in full, Akar slithered away. His laugh could be heard as he vanished amongst the crowd.
“S-so what’s your name?” Lateef asked Femi.
“That’s for you to decide, Master,” she answered weakly.
“We’ll see,” he said with a sigh. Lateef gently took Femi’s right paw and proceeded to lead her. He maneuvered her around the many people of the bustling city. Memphis was so full of life that it made Lateef smile. When he glanced back at Femi, he saw her looking at the ground, too depressed to do otherwise.
After walking around Memphis for about forty minutes, Lateef and Femi eventually came across a large stone structure, obviously a temple. Hieroglyphs on the temple revealed a thin, frail, graceful figure of an ibis.
The temple of Thoth? Femi thought. Why are we here? Femi would have asked, but she felt it not proper to question her new master. She didn’t want to make him angry on the first day. She submissively followed him as he entered the temple.
The moment they walked in, Lateef was greeted by the high priest, obvious from his elaborate attire. The high priest, a baboon, greeted the black jackal with a friendly hug. He then noticed Femi, who did her best to hide behind Lateef.
“My friend, you come for prayers but you bring a beauty?” the High Priest joked.
“She needs medical attention,” Lateef stressed. “Do you have any of the salve I require to numb and stop infection?”
“Of course, of course!” The High Priest dug within his robes and pulled out a small jar of creamy green salve. “You’re a brilliant physician, Lateef. Knowing about the medical herbs that grow around here and leaving me the recipe to make it myself. The temple is indebted to you!” With a smile, he gave the jar of salve to Lateef.
“Thank you.” Lateef bowed to the High Priest to show his gratitude. “Could I perhaps bother you for--”
“Consider it done!” the High Priest responded before Lateef could finish. “You can treat her here!”
Feeling indebted to the High Priest, Lateef bowed his head to show respect, and then hugged the man. After thanking him, Lateef escorted Femi around the shrine until he came across a small bedroom. Though it was adequate, it was vastly different from what Femi was familiar with.
Lateef ordered Femi to sit down, which she did without perfect obedience. Upon seeing the bed, she automatically thought that her master was now going to take advantage of his position. Why wouldn’t he? However, the salve was surprising. Was she to earn the right to heal her eye through being an obedient little sex slave?
Instead of making Femi earn the salve, he began to remove the bandage over her injured eye. He took great care not to cause any further irritation as he removed the bloody wrap. When at last he saw her right eye, he simply shrugged. The gashed eye just hung in its socket, festering.
“I have to get that out of there,” Lateef stressed. “Now this will sting a little, but the salve will immediately numb the pain,” he explained.
“Yes, Master,” Femi responded.
Lateef retrieved a small kit hidden on his person. The small kit was full of surgical knives of varying sizes. With the smallest knife at hand, he began to grisly process of removing Femi’s right eye. He expected her to squirm, flinch, or otherwise respond to the cold blade, but she simply stood there as he removed her eye. With the source of the infection removed, Lateef open the jar he had received from the High Priest and began to apply the salve.
“T-thank you, Master,” Femi stammered, unsure how to return her master’s kind treatment.
“Don’t call me that,” he sighed. “I’m no better than you. Address me as Lateef,” he stressed with a smile.
“Thank you, Ma--” Femi paused for a moment. Finally managing to put a smile on her face, she said “Thank you, Lateef.”
“Now I’m going to be in Memphis for a couple of days, more so to offer prayers to Thoth as well as pick up some medical supplies,” he explained as he proceeded to wrap some clean bandages around Femi’s right eye. “Now I want you to remain in this bed for the duration. Doctor’s orders.”
After dressing Femi’s wound, Lateef left her the lie in bed. Femi was left with much to think about after he left. Since he merely purchased her to help her, does this mean that Femi is a free woman? If so, what would she do now? Being a prostitute was the last thing on her mind, but she had no other work experience.
For the next few days, Femi remained in the room, but she was far from lonely. Aside from Lateef frequently visiting his patient, the High Priest and several other priests would pop in on Femi and bring her food. One priest even went as far as to bring her a hookah as to help alleviate pain and stress; this was against Lateef’s wishes, however. Femi was unaccustomed to such treatment without at least opening her legs first.
Femi’s physical wound began to heal more with each passing day. After two weeks had gone by, Femi had made a complete recovery! In place of the bandages, she now wore an eye patch. Lateef and the priests of Thoth treated her so well. It gave the former courtesan the will to go on. Though the scars of Massui’s betrayal ran deep, her new hookah helped to put the golden-furred backstabber and his feline floozy out of her mind.
“So how is my patient, today?” Lateef asked as he walked into her room.
“Glad to see you!” Femi replied. She jumped out of bed and tackled Lateef. Thinner than most jackals, Lateef fell to the ground. Femi looked at Lateef, embarrassed from her own excitement. The two of them then burst into laughter.
“With your recovery, you’re free to go,” Lateef informed her.
“And if I want to thank my doctor by remaining at his side?” Femi was grinning from ear to ear.
“I could use a nurse,” he pondered.
“I’m not a medic!” Femi nearly screamed. “I’m an artist! I can sing and dance. Imagine it, dear Lateef. After a looong day tending to your patients, you return home.” Femi spoke in a seductive whisper, flustering her poor doctor. “I greet you with a plate of food. As you eat, I sing and dance for you.”
“T-that…” Lateef gulped, “Sounds good…” Desperate to compose himself, Lateef cough and shook his head. “I-I have a gift for you.” Mustering all of his courage, Lateef pulled out a small, blue gemstone.
“A lapis lazuli?” she muttered.
“It was a gift to me from another patient of mine,” he explained. “He collects rare gems, and he decided to give this to me.”
Femi examined the gemstone. She was absolutely in love with it. The lapis lazuli she held was small, but not too small. It was large enough to fashion a pendant out of it. Already smoothed out, it would make a lovely pendant. After examining it further, she got an idea. Tossing aside her eye patch, Femi placed the gemstone in her empty eye socket.
“How do I look?” she asked with a sexy smirk.
“L-l-l-lovely,” Lateef stammered.
“Now I never told you my name, did I?” she whispered into his ear. “Well, that’s because it reminds me of someone I don’t want to think about,” she explained with a frown. “Now I’ve taken a new name.”
“A new name?” Lateef was somewhat perplexed.
“You can call me Lapis, my dear doctor.” Upon renaming herself, Lapis kissed Lateef and then held him tightly.
“Nice to finally meet you, Lapis.” Feeling her tremble from past pain, Lateef embraced Lapis. He knew a thing or two about heartache. No matter what happened now, he would remain at her side.
Gold and Lapis Part II
Posted 14 years agoI can’t believe I’m doing this, Femi thought. The famed courtesan had been skulking about the White Lily, taking great care that no one had noticed her. To Femi’s advantage, it was a moderately hectic night. From top the bottom, there were several patrons being serviced. To help conceal her identity, Femi wore a black cloak with a hood over her exquisite face. It was not uncommon for clients to enter the brothel while trying to remain anonymous; they did not want to bring a scandal down upon their house.
Femi made her way to the top floor of the brothel. After walking up and down a few winding halls, the albino jackal came across what she was looking for. What she stood before was Akar’s room. Shaking with fear, she hesitantly knocked on the door. Her eyes widened when she didn’t hear a response. Again she knocked, but nothing.
Akar was the owner of the White Lily. An imposing asp, he was feared by all of the courtesans. On the other hand, he was also loved for he treated his women well (granted they did what they were told and made him rich that is). On busy nights such as this one, Akar had a habit of indulging with his favorite working women. However, where he would enjoy himself varied. If he was in his room, Femi would have heard the sound of flesh smacking and moans of ecstasy. Could he have gone elsewhere?
Swallowing every ounce of her courage, Femi opened Akar’s room. She was prepared to be bellowed at, but his elaborately-decorated room was devoid of any life. Femi couldn’t believe it! With her remaining courage, she searched over Akar’s room until she found his treasure hoard. Akar’s room was actually two rooms separated by a single door. Femi often wondered why Akar didn’t have any guards to watch over his room, but she could only ponder that only a fool would steal from Akar. At the moment, she was that fool…
Pulling a sack from underneath her cloak, Femi started to loot Akar’s treasure hoard. She frantically shoveled one hand-full of coins after another. She didn’t know how much she could carry, but she hoped it would be enough for Massui. He might have been an annoying braggart, but Anubis help her, she loved him.
The large sack she carried was virtually overflowing with stolen loot. It took all of Femi’s strength to hold it, and all of her skill to keep it concealed. She somehow was able to make it all the way back downstairs without being noticed. Whatever god was watching over her, Femi would be sure to praise him or her. With all the gold she had purloined, she could certainly donate to every temple she knew of.
With great effort, Femi made her way to a secluded alley not but twenty minutes away from the White Lily. Somehow, she had not come across a bandit, thief, vagrant, or any other low life. Massui told her that he would meet her there when the moon reached its peak that night. Femi arrived much earlier than that. Her heart was beating faster and harder than a doumbek.
Just as the moon reached its highest point, a dark figure entered the alley. Femi was on guard, but what could she honestly do to defend herself? She was a lover, not a fighter. She remained silent, hoping it was Massui.
“Hello, Femi,” Massui’s deep voice sang.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed. She dropped the sack of loot and ran up to her beloved, embracing him tightly. Tonight was her night! She managed to steal from her former employer, skulk around the dangerous streets, and reconvene with her beloved in a rather shady place. What could go wrong?
Pleased with Femi’s performance, Massui held her tightly. To show how pleased he was, the golden jackal kissed Femi deeply (that made her heart beat even faster). All of his plans were coming to fruition. Massui would show his father what’s what when he has his own mansion.
“So when do we leave?” Femi asked with a smile.
“We leave now,” Massui said with a grin. He then looked behind him. Another shadowy figure had entered the alley.
The first thing to cross Femi’s mind was that this was a mugger. They were in the shadier part of town. Upon catching the mysterious figure’s scent, Femi instantly recognized who it was. There was no mistaking the scent of her perfume.
“How utterly pathetic. Scurrying around like a street rat? Yet it is so perfect,” the mysterious figure said in a soothing tone. “I wonder how Akar would react to you stealing from him?”
“So did you track me all this way for that, Ata?” Femi snarled. “When should I expect Akar slithering up behind you to deliver a punishment?”
As one of the most popular courtesan of the White Lily, Femi had the scorn of many women. Prominent amongst them was the smoky mau known as Ata. She was known by the scent of her perfume (which smelled of wine and catnip) and her sharp tongue.
“I would love nothing more than to see Akar punish you,” Ata purred. “But I’m not here just for him.”
“Shouldn’t you be back at the brothel? Clients love the feel of your wicked tongue,” Femi spat.
“You’ll pay for that one, you little thief,” Ata hissed.
“Now, now, now, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Massui said. Now holding the sack of gold, he walked to Ata’s side.
“M-Massui?” Femi mumbled in confusion.
“It was a simple plan, really,” Massui said with a confident grin. “I needed a fall guy, girl in this instance. I know how petty Akar can be, and so he wouldn’t have rested until he caught at least one of the thieves that stole from him.”
“Since you’re the one that stole from him, he would be more inclined to care about your capture than anyone else’s,” Ata snickered.
“So you betrayed me?!” Femi snarled. She was so furious that she was frothing at the mouth a bit. Despite that anger, she knew she couldn’t fight Massui. A man of his stature would easy fell her.
“Akar should be here any minute now,” Ata revealed. As she spoke, Ata pulled out a glimmering dagger. The make of the dagger was quite impressive, even boasting a silver hilt. She gave the dagger to Massui, who looked at her with confusion. “Slash one of her eyes,” Ata ordered.
“T-this w-wasn’t part of the plan,” Massui stuttered. Though he used Femi, he didn’t want to hurt her. If anything, Akar would have made Femi work until her body ached to earn back what she had stolen.
“Do it now!” Ata hissed. “If you scar her, it’ll appear as if someone mugged her and made off with the gold, alleviating us of any suspicion! Akar won’t notice me gone with all the girls he already has.”
As much as Massui hated to admit it, Ata did make a point. Now branded a thief, Femi’s credibility was surely gone. Anything that would come out of her mouth would be considered a lie, thus making his and Ata’s getaway even better. Massui’s reluctance vanished the longer he held the dagger.
Femi, emotionally broken from Ata and Massui’s elaborate scheme, just stood there in a daze. She gave Massui her heart. If he was merciful, he would have simply stabbed her in the heart and spare her the shame of going on any further.
In one quick motion, Massui slashed Femi’s right eye; her eye seemingly exploded as blood burst from it. The pain that soon wracked her was immense, but not as painful as the betrayal. Her slender body slumped over on the ground, writhing in pain and screaming. This pathetic sight brought a smile to Ata’s face as she motioned for Massui to start running. They left Femi in the dirt, where Ata believed that the jackal should be. It seems as though Femi’s luck finally ran out…
Femi made her way to the top floor of the brothel. After walking up and down a few winding halls, the albino jackal came across what she was looking for. What she stood before was Akar’s room. Shaking with fear, she hesitantly knocked on the door. Her eyes widened when she didn’t hear a response. Again she knocked, but nothing.
Akar was the owner of the White Lily. An imposing asp, he was feared by all of the courtesans. On the other hand, he was also loved for he treated his women well (granted they did what they were told and made him rich that is). On busy nights such as this one, Akar had a habit of indulging with his favorite working women. However, where he would enjoy himself varied. If he was in his room, Femi would have heard the sound of flesh smacking and moans of ecstasy. Could he have gone elsewhere?
Swallowing every ounce of her courage, Femi opened Akar’s room. She was prepared to be bellowed at, but his elaborately-decorated room was devoid of any life. Femi couldn’t believe it! With her remaining courage, she searched over Akar’s room until she found his treasure hoard. Akar’s room was actually two rooms separated by a single door. Femi often wondered why Akar didn’t have any guards to watch over his room, but she could only ponder that only a fool would steal from Akar. At the moment, she was that fool…
Pulling a sack from underneath her cloak, Femi started to loot Akar’s treasure hoard. She frantically shoveled one hand-full of coins after another. She didn’t know how much she could carry, but she hoped it would be enough for Massui. He might have been an annoying braggart, but Anubis help her, she loved him.
The large sack she carried was virtually overflowing with stolen loot. It took all of Femi’s strength to hold it, and all of her skill to keep it concealed. She somehow was able to make it all the way back downstairs without being noticed. Whatever god was watching over her, Femi would be sure to praise him or her. With all the gold she had purloined, she could certainly donate to every temple she knew of.
With great effort, Femi made her way to a secluded alley not but twenty minutes away from the White Lily. Somehow, she had not come across a bandit, thief, vagrant, or any other low life. Massui told her that he would meet her there when the moon reached its peak that night. Femi arrived much earlier than that. Her heart was beating faster and harder than a doumbek.
Just as the moon reached its highest point, a dark figure entered the alley. Femi was on guard, but what could she honestly do to defend herself? She was a lover, not a fighter. She remained silent, hoping it was Massui.
“Hello, Femi,” Massui’s deep voice sang.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed. She dropped the sack of loot and ran up to her beloved, embracing him tightly. Tonight was her night! She managed to steal from her former employer, skulk around the dangerous streets, and reconvene with her beloved in a rather shady place. What could go wrong?
Pleased with Femi’s performance, Massui held her tightly. To show how pleased he was, the golden jackal kissed Femi deeply (that made her heart beat even faster). All of his plans were coming to fruition. Massui would show his father what’s what when he has his own mansion.
“So when do we leave?” Femi asked with a smile.
“We leave now,” Massui said with a grin. He then looked behind him. Another shadowy figure had entered the alley.
The first thing to cross Femi’s mind was that this was a mugger. They were in the shadier part of town. Upon catching the mysterious figure’s scent, Femi instantly recognized who it was. There was no mistaking the scent of her perfume.
“How utterly pathetic. Scurrying around like a street rat? Yet it is so perfect,” the mysterious figure said in a soothing tone. “I wonder how Akar would react to you stealing from him?”
“So did you track me all this way for that, Ata?” Femi snarled. “When should I expect Akar slithering up behind you to deliver a punishment?”
As one of the most popular courtesan of the White Lily, Femi had the scorn of many women. Prominent amongst them was the smoky mau known as Ata. She was known by the scent of her perfume (which smelled of wine and catnip) and her sharp tongue.
“I would love nothing more than to see Akar punish you,” Ata purred. “But I’m not here just for him.”
“Shouldn’t you be back at the brothel? Clients love the feel of your wicked tongue,” Femi spat.
“You’ll pay for that one, you little thief,” Ata hissed.
“Now, now, now, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Massui said. Now holding the sack of gold, he walked to Ata’s side.
“M-Massui?” Femi mumbled in confusion.
“It was a simple plan, really,” Massui said with a confident grin. “I needed a fall guy, girl in this instance. I know how petty Akar can be, and so he wouldn’t have rested until he caught at least one of the thieves that stole from him.”
“Since you’re the one that stole from him, he would be more inclined to care about your capture than anyone else’s,” Ata snickered.
“So you betrayed me?!” Femi snarled. She was so furious that she was frothing at the mouth a bit. Despite that anger, she knew she couldn’t fight Massui. A man of his stature would easy fell her.
“Akar should be here any minute now,” Ata revealed. As she spoke, Ata pulled out a glimmering dagger. The make of the dagger was quite impressive, even boasting a silver hilt. She gave the dagger to Massui, who looked at her with confusion. “Slash one of her eyes,” Ata ordered.
“T-this w-wasn’t part of the plan,” Massui stuttered. Though he used Femi, he didn’t want to hurt her. If anything, Akar would have made Femi work until her body ached to earn back what she had stolen.
“Do it now!” Ata hissed. “If you scar her, it’ll appear as if someone mugged her and made off with the gold, alleviating us of any suspicion! Akar won’t notice me gone with all the girls he already has.”
As much as Massui hated to admit it, Ata did make a point. Now branded a thief, Femi’s credibility was surely gone. Anything that would come out of her mouth would be considered a lie, thus making his and Ata’s getaway even better. Massui’s reluctance vanished the longer he held the dagger.
Femi, emotionally broken from Ata and Massui’s elaborate scheme, just stood there in a daze. She gave Massui her heart. If he was merciful, he would have simply stabbed her in the heart and spare her the shame of going on any further.
In one quick motion, Massui slashed Femi’s right eye; her eye seemingly exploded as blood burst from it. The pain that soon wracked her was immense, but not as painful as the betrayal. Her slender body slumped over on the ground, writhing in pain and screaming. This pathetic sight brought a smile to Ata’s face as she motioned for Massui to start running. They left Femi in the dirt, where Ata believed that the jackal should be. It seems as though Femi’s luck finally ran out…
Gold and Lapis Part I
Posted 14 years agoInspired by a piece done by Anubislaughed, here is a story about a disgraced courtesan who learns of love, treachery, and hope. Despite so much being said, I have to take some creative liberties. So without further ado… :D
It had been a particularly busy day at the White Lily, the most renowned (and luxurious) brothel in all of Memphis. The courtesans were so stunning that it was said that Hathor herself envied their splendor. Prominent amongst these courtesans was a voluptuous albino jackal named Femi. The envy of every courtesan in the White Lily, Femi could work with several clients in a single day. She could regale a client with epic tales from far away lands, sing with her harmonious voice, dance seductively, or bring a man the heights of ecstasy. Her talents seemed endless.
Today, Femi had worked with twenty clients. Femi was ordinarily greeted with about ten, which was impressive considering her company came at the price of one-hundred gold pieces. Exhausted from work, she lay in her overly-lavished room.
“I know I’m good, but when will it end?” she asked herself while resting on her bed. Her entire body was aching. Her prior client had her seduce him with a sultry dance. But one sway of her curvaceous body turned his pleated kilt into a tent. Before that client, Femi was asked to show her skill with her tongue, and thus she expertly slurped his manhood. It was one after another. Because of her status as the best, Femi was awarded the opportunity to call it quits for the day if she reached a certain number of clients. Considering that she earned two-thousand gold pieces today, Femi could stop working anytime she wanted. Grinning with satisfaction, she nodded to herself and said “I think I’ll call it quits for today.”
Right when she was about to call it a day, there was a knock at her door. Femi sighed as she realized it was no doubt another client. Though she was ready to stop, she was nothing if not professional. Putting her game-face on, she lied upon her bed seductively. Speaking in a soothing, sultry tone, she beckoned whoever was knocking to come in.
Who walked through her door was a golden-furred jackal. His attire was simple, composed of a white, pleated kilt. To mark his place in the social hierarchy, he wore gold armlets, bracelets, and anklets. Femi’s eyes widened when she saw him.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed.
“Glad to see me, love?” he asked her with a grin.
To answer the golden jackal, Femi jumped out of bed and greeted the man with a big hug. She was so excited to see him that she nearly knocked him on the floor. Massui lightly laughed as he held Femi tightly.
“I thought your father cut you off,” Femi said as she nuzzled her head into his chest.
“I don’t need the old man! Besides, I’ve been hitting the dice again,” Massui said with a sly smirk and narrowed eyes.
“Again…?” Femi mumbled with disappointment.
Massui hailed from one of the wealthiest families in Memphis. His father, Khai, once served as a general in the Pharaoh’s army before retiring to his estate in Memphis. Massui was known as a reckless, overly-proud man, but he was very charismatic and often got his way. Tired of his son’s antics, Khai cut off his son from the family fortune. Rather than earn back his father’s favor, Massui took to gambling. Now addicted to gambling, Massui racked up quite a bit of debt.
“Don’t give me that look, Femi,” Massui growled. “I have just about enough money to start that life with you like I’ve been saying. I just need a bit more coin.”
“Promises promises,” Femi spat. “How much coin is enough for you?”
“Forty-thousand,” Massui said nonchalantly. “You see, there’s a mansion in Hebenu that’s ten-thousand. After buying all the necessities such as slaves, art, and so on, the total comes to forty-thousand.” Despite the staggering number he had mentioned, Massui was calm and composed, overly so.
“Good luck with that,” Femi sighed.
“But you’re my good luck charm,” Massui said as he grabbed Femi’s shoulders. “I need your help. I want you to…”
Massui whispered a few things into Femi’s ear. He began with a few flattering words to cause her to lower her guard. Once she was comfortable in his grasp, he told her exactly what he wanted of her. Femi’s eyes flared from rage, what he asked of her was too great…
It had been a particularly busy day at the White Lily, the most renowned (and luxurious) brothel in all of Memphis. The courtesans were so stunning that it was said that Hathor herself envied their splendor. Prominent amongst these courtesans was a voluptuous albino jackal named Femi. The envy of every courtesan in the White Lily, Femi could work with several clients in a single day. She could regale a client with epic tales from far away lands, sing with her harmonious voice, dance seductively, or bring a man the heights of ecstasy. Her talents seemed endless.
Today, Femi had worked with twenty clients. Femi was ordinarily greeted with about ten, which was impressive considering her company came at the price of one-hundred gold pieces. Exhausted from work, she lay in her overly-lavished room.
“I know I’m good, but when will it end?” she asked herself while resting on her bed. Her entire body was aching. Her prior client had her seduce him with a sultry dance. But one sway of her curvaceous body turned his pleated kilt into a tent. Before that client, Femi was asked to show her skill with her tongue, and thus she expertly slurped his manhood. It was one after another. Because of her status as the best, Femi was awarded the opportunity to call it quits for the day if she reached a certain number of clients. Considering that she earned two-thousand gold pieces today, Femi could stop working anytime she wanted. Grinning with satisfaction, she nodded to herself and said “I think I’ll call it quits for today.”
Right when she was about to call it a day, there was a knock at her door. Femi sighed as she realized it was no doubt another client. Though she was ready to stop, she was nothing if not professional. Putting her game-face on, she lied upon her bed seductively. Speaking in a soothing, sultry tone, she beckoned whoever was knocking to come in.
Who walked through her door was a golden-furred jackal. His attire was simple, composed of a white, pleated kilt. To mark his place in the social hierarchy, he wore gold armlets, bracelets, and anklets. Femi’s eyes widened when she saw him.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed.
“Glad to see me, love?” he asked her with a grin.
To answer the golden jackal, Femi jumped out of bed and greeted the man with a big hug. She was so excited to see him that she nearly knocked him on the floor. Massui lightly laughed as he held Femi tightly.
“I thought your father cut you off,” Femi said as she nuzzled her head into his chest.
“I don’t need the old man! Besides, I’ve been hitting the dice again,” Massui said with a sly smirk and narrowed eyes.
“Again…?” Femi mumbled with disappointment.
Massui hailed from one of the wealthiest families in Memphis. His father, Khai, once served as a general in the Pharaoh’s army before retiring to his estate in Memphis. Massui was known as a reckless, overly-proud man, but he was very charismatic and often got his way. Tired of his son’s antics, Khai cut off his son from the family fortune. Rather than earn back his father’s favor, Massui took to gambling. Now addicted to gambling, Massui racked up quite a bit of debt.
“Don’t give me that look, Femi,” Massui growled. “I have just about enough money to start that life with you like I’ve been saying. I just need a bit more coin.”
“Promises promises,” Femi spat. “How much coin is enough for you?”
“Forty-thousand,” Massui said nonchalantly. “You see, there’s a mansion in Hebenu that’s ten-thousand. After buying all the necessities such as slaves, art, and so on, the total comes to forty-thousand.” Despite the staggering number he had mentioned, Massui was calm and composed, overly so.
“Good luck with that,” Femi sighed.
“But you’re my good luck charm,” Massui said as he grabbed Femi’s shoulders. “I need your help. I want you to…”
Massui whispered a few things into Femi’s ear. He began with a few flattering words to cause her to lower her guard. Once she was comfortable in his grasp, he told her exactly what he wanted of her. Femi’s eyes flared from rage, what he asked of her was too great…
Corruption of Champions Character
Posted 14 years agoJust the start of my character in the fun time waster. This character's name is Aeron. I might make it a real character. I like the end result.
-Before-
You are a 5 foot 11 inch tall human, with average muscles as quick as they are strong. You have a fairly normal face, with olive skin. Your short white hair looks good on you, accentuating your features well. You have average hips, and your unremarkable ass doesn't get many looks. Two normal human legs grow down from your waist, ending in normal human feet.
You have two flat breasts, each supporting one 0.2-inch nipple.
Your average cock is 5.5 inches long and 1 inch thick.A sack with a duo of balls swings heavily beneath your average cock.
Your money-purse is devoid of any currency.
-After-
You are a 6 foot 2 inch tall human, with strong muscles as quick as they are strong. You have a fairly normal face, with purple skin. Your shaggy white hair looks good on you, accentuating your features well. A quartet of prominant horns has broken through your skin. The back pair are longer, and curve back along your head. The front pair protrude forward demonically. You have wide thighs that make you walk with a sexy, swinging gait, and your substantial butt fills out your clothing nicely. A narrow tail ending in a spaded tip curls down from your substantial butt, wrapping around your leg sensually at every opportunity. Your lithe legs are capped with flexible clawed feet. Sharp black nails grow where once you had toe-nails, giving you fantastic grip.
You have two breasts, each supporting one 1.2-inch trembling cherry-like nub. You could easily fill a E-cup bra.
Your cock is 21 inches long and two inches wide.
A sack with a duo of quivering balls swings heavily beneath your fat prick.
You have one tight anus, placed between your large butt-cheeks where it belongs.
You have 770 shining gems, collected in your travels.
-Before-
You are a 5 foot 11 inch tall human, with average muscles as quick as they are strong. You have a fairly normal face, with olive skin. Your short white hair looks good on you, accentuating your features well. You have average hips, and your unremarkable ass doesn't get many looks. Two normal human legs grow down from your waist, ending in normal human feet.
You have two flat breasts, each supporting one 0.2-inch nipple.
Your average cock is 5.5 inches long and 1 inch thick.A sack with a duo of balls swings heavily beneath your average cock.
Your money-purse is devoid of any currency.
-After-
You are a 6 foot 2 inch tall human, with strong muscles as quick as they are strong. You have a fairly normal face, with purple skin. Your shaggy white hair looks good on you, accentuating your features well. A quartet of prominant horns has broken through your skin. The back pair are longer, and curve back along your head. The front pair protrude forward demonically. You have wide thighs that make you walk with a sexy, swinging gait, and your substantial butt fills out your clothing nicely. A narrow tail ending in a spaded tip curls down from your substantial butt, wrapping around your leg sensually at every opportunity. Your lithe legs are capped with flexible clawed feet. Sharp black nails grow where once you had toe-nails, giving you fantastic grip.
You have two breasts, each supporting one 1.2-inch trembling cherry-like nub. You could easily fill a E-cup bra.
Your cock is 21 inches long and two inches wide.
A sack with a duo of quivering balls swings heavily beneath your fat prick.
You have one tight anus, placed between your large butt-cheeks where it belongs.
You have 770 shining gems, collected in your travels.
Queen Jezebel
Posted 14 years agoOne of my hobbies is writing, but I’ve yet to upload anything on Furaffinity. That’s going to change. Since I’ve uploaded stories elsewhere, I think I’ll start something exclusively for Furaffinity. The main character of this little series shall be this lovely lady right here.
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Name: Queen Jezebel Gore
Age: Long Forgotten
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: October 22nd
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
Personality: Proud, Spiteful, Lusty, Power-Hungry
Clothing: Anything Regal
Species: Demon (Once Human)
Favorite Food: Lobster and Red Wine
Least Favorite: Plums
Bio: Jezebel was the fairly happy queen of a long forgotten kingdom. Her king (who’s name has also been lost to time) was recorded to be very benevolent, but quite inept. When barbarians from another land attacked their kingdom, Jezebel’s beloved was castrated and then murdered. Jezebel herself was used as the sex slave of the barbarian king.
Languishing under the barbarian king, Jezebel prayed to the gods for reprieve. Some dark deity heeded Jezebel’s call. The desperate Jezebel made a pact with the dark god. He bestowed upon Jezebel the strength to overcome her captor by transforming her into a demon. At the cost of her humanity, Jezebel was able to overpower the barbarian king. The barbarian king’s men fled in terror, but Jezebel eventually slew them all.
What happened after this is unknown. Presently, Queen Jezebel presides over a kingdom in ruins. Scores of would-be heroes have attempted to slay her and make a name for themselves, but none have ever returned. Rumors abound of the horrible creatures that reside within Queen Jezebel’s realm.
Reference Image: http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h.....lGoreFixed.jpg
Name: Queen Jezebel Gore
Age: Long Forgotten
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: October 22nd
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
Personality: Proud, Spiteful, Lusty, Power-Hungry
Clothing: Anything Regal
Species: Demon (Once Human)
Favorite Food: Lobster and Red Wine
Least Favorite: Plums
Bio: Jezebel was the fairly happy queen of a long forgotten kingdom. Her king (who’s name has also been lost to time) was recorded to be very benevolent, but quite inept. When barbarians from another land attacked their kingdom, Jezebel’s beloved was castrated and then murdered. Jezebel herself was used as the sex slave of the barbarian king.
Languishing under the barbarian king, Jezebel prayed to the gods for reprieve. Some dark deity heeded Jezebel’s call. The desperate Jezebel made a pact with the dark god. He bestowed upon Jezebel the strength to overcome her captor by transforming her into a demon. At the cost of her humanity, Jezebel was able to overpower the barbarian king. The barbarian king’s men fled in terror, but Jezebel eventually slew them all.
What happened after this is unknown. Presently, Queen Jezebel presides over a kingdom in ruins. Scores of would-be heroes have attempted to slay her and make a name for themselves, but none have ever returned. Rumors abound of the horrible creatures that reside within Queen Jezebel’s realm.
Quotes
Posted 15 years agoAnybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography. ~Robert Byrne, quoted in 1,911 Best Things Anybody Ever Said, 1988
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul. ~William B. Yeats
Sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off. ~Author Unknown
Flies spread disease - keep yours zipped. ~Author Unknown
Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
Don't knock masturbation - it's sex with someone I love. ~Woody Allen
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul. ~William B. Yeats
Sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off. ~Author Unknown
Flies spread disease - keep yours zipped. ~Author Unknown
Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
Don't knock masturbation - it's sex with someone I love. ~Woody Allen
