Oh hey! Another chapter up. Pretty neat huh. Sorry if it's a little shittier than usual. If there are any super loose ends in this story, anything that needs a-fixing, mention it in the reviews. Much thanks to the last two reviewers, especially Poseida Lunar for reviewing most of the chapters. I'd return the favor, but unfortunately I suck balls.
Rusla walked the streets of Ejrah, waiting for the merchant ship with the smuggled explosives to finish loading. As she paced around town, she debated the morality of her actions. Rusla came to the conclusion that is all just a matter of your point of view…
Marine janitor's POV:
Ah. I finally finished sweeping that damn meeting room, but I bet one of the jackasses left something behind somewhere will come here, bringing all his filth with him, and ruining the perfect damn job I did of cleaning this hell hole. Whooey. I'm so glad thought readers and thought crimes aren't an issue.
Hmm? The delivery truck is rather early today. The bastards up front can handle that. Maybe I can sneak pass the kitchen on the way to the supply room and pick up a donut.
"Oh hi Ron! How's it going? Anyway, the backroom looks like hell, can you help clean it up"
"Sure thing sir!"
The bastards. Help clean it up? More like, I do all the goddamn work will you eat all the goddamn donuts. Whooey. Well, the delivery truck is supposed to be coming in. Maybe I can snag some of the shit that they are loading. Aha. The kitchen. THE FUCK?
No donuts.
Bastards.
Hmm. Well maybe these lazy cooks have a muffin. I want a muffin. Let's see here…
"Yo! Ron!"
"Eeh?"
"Can you help clean up the kitchen?"
"Not immediately. I'm needed in the backroom to help clean the place up so they can unload stuff." Damn bastards. Always expecting me to do shit. Nothing but shit. I come home and then shit. Stupid slut wife. Stupid goddamn spawns. Damn wife always refusing condoms and now I have to pay for all these baby bitches. I bet the whore is probably fucking the local preacher. Hell, I bet half those kids ain't mine anyway. And still I have to pay for them.
"Oi, Ron. You're kinda squishing your muffin in your hand there. It's no biggie. You kinda need to lay off the carbs anyway. Well. Many of us do."
Well, well Mr. Cook. And you suppose saying that we're all fat will lighten the insult? Well fuck you.
I smiled at the shmuck. "Eh? Whooey. I sometimes lose track of things and actions. Thanks for the warning about my muffin and my health. If you don't mind I might as well heed your advice and throw this thing away."
"Ah, don't worry about it, Ron. I'll just throw it out the window for the birds."
"Sure."
Now. Back to my shit. The same shit I've been doing for the past year. God damn. This place looks like crap.
"Hey there Ron! The truck here is unloading some supplies. Can you help us clear up some space?"
Help? More like I move and you guys point me around. Whooey! This shit is heavy.
"Okay Ron. Put that crate o'er here."
Ron do this. Ron do that. And I never refuse. One day I will. One day, I'll say to them, 'to hell with you. I'm not doing this anymore.' And then they'll be pissed. They'll fire me. And I'll come home to my slut wife and tell her I lost my job. She'll scream up a storm. And I'll leave. Maybe I'll get me a little shack out somewhere…
"Thank you, Miss, for the delivery! Have a lovely day! Hey Ron. Can you help us move these crates."
That noise! So loud! The heat! The purest light I've ever seen! Is this it?
Janitor's Wife POV:
Damn that Ron. Why the hell'd I marry him? Ah hell. Misteh Javin is supposed to see me today. He's a pleasant one. He pay me about two hundred for the visit an' he's a nice fuck. Really. Big size, takes his time, never fail to give a 'gasm. Misteh Javin would have made a better hubby. He got the money, and he knows how to use he God-given gifts. I need to shoo the damn kids outta here.
"Hey Timmy, Kathy, Ali, Crystal! Go outside! Ya brats need to spend mo' time outside!"
The damn kids looked at each other. Not like they know anything. Stupid damn things.
Misteh Javin has a preference fo' red. I got these red silks panties and lingerie. I oughtta slip into those. Ha. Stupid boy, that Ron. Does he know how many have slept in his bed? Ha.
Damn. Need to clean the place up. Fold up rugs, throw 'em there. Bring out the nice silks, set them out. Light the incense.
Knock. Knock.
Ah. That must be him.
"Oh hello there Javin-dear~"
"Hello my little Jezebel"
He quickly moved into the room, shut the door behind him. Grab me by the waist. We move on into the bedroom. Shut the door. I bring my hand to his pants. Loosen them. Slip them off. He stares at me while I remove the rest of his clothing, moving occasionally to help in the process. I'm always impressed when I see it. Impressive girth, impressive length. I take him between my lips.
Heat. A blast. Loud noise. Light.
I clench.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry! I'll call the doctor!
No. This is too embarrassing a situation. The hell should I do? Oh god oh god oh god, don't die on me Javin, what do I do with a dead body what do I do with your body.
No.
No movement.
Dead.
Where do I put you? Oh god. You're dead. Your blood's all over the sheets and why is there a fire why is there a fire in the marine base. Ron. Ron. Are you alive Ron? My kids. Are they visiting you Ron? I hope not.
Muffin's POV:
Oh man. It sure was hot there. And now they leave me out to cool. What's that ruckus? Geez. OH GOD. CRAP. NO. DON'T HANDLE ME LIKE THAT. ARGH. Whew. … Huh? Hey! HEY! Don't throw me out there!
Plop.
What are you looking at?
What are you looking at with your beady eyes?
HEY! DON'T TRY AND EAT ME! DAMN BIRD! DAMMIT!
OW.
OW.
OW.
Yeah. That's right shitty bird. Fly away.
Aw shit. More heat. And noise. I don't remember the heat being accompanied by that much noise. Ow! Oh geez! I'm burning aren't I?
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! AND DON'T EAT ME WHILE YOU'RE AT IT."
Kidd's Goggles' POV:
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That was loud.
And pretty fucking shiny.
Rusla's POV:
It's about time the damn ship unloaded.
"Hey sir?"
"Yes'm"
"Can you show me the way to the nearest inn?"
"Oh sure, miss. It's right over in-"
Smack. I know where the inn is. I just need your uniform. So I drag the bastard behind this wall. I'm not going to do anything to sketchy to him, I swear, but I do have to undress him first. God. His uniform smells like shit. Oh the things I do just to bomb a building. Oh good. The truck keys are in his pocket. So I get into his truck, and there are all these porno spreads everywhere. Not that I mind much. Back at Blue Moon, there was plenty of nudity to go around. On a good day, we had a nice little floorshow and we charged extra on the drinks. The guys would get in a spending mood, and they'd throw a dollar at anything that had a nice rack or ass. Those were good tipping days.
"Oh excuse me! I just started working here. I want to know where I pick up shipment PN-286."
"Ah. It's over in zone 23. The signs will show you where."
"Thanks!"
Zone 23 it is. And there ya go. The loading crew is gently loading the chests of napalm and nitro explosives.
"Hey there Rusla-chan!"
"Oh god. You. Are you joining me on this excursiong?"
"Why not. You stole this, hm?"
"Yes. Now don't piss me off too much. That's some nitro back there."
"Oooh. Still bombing shit huh?"
Damn Naphtali. What the hell kinda name is Naphtali anyway? Geez. I had such weird taste in boys back then. "Oi. Stay in your spot. I need to drive this bitch." Boy. Don't you start being so damn forward. We broke up a while back. I don't plan to return. Thank God. The marine base is just 50 miles north. These bastards are usually farther. I think I still have some sedatives. I also think he doesn't know about my hobbies. "You want some water?" "Oh! Thanks!" Go on. Drink that sucker. That a boy. You should start feeling sleeeeppppy. Heh. Good one there. Aw shit. He snores.
The supplies have been unloaded. Time to speed off!
"HEY! WATCH WOMAN YOU'RE WAY OVER THE SPEED LI-" So long sucker!
Well shit! That was louder than expected. It rocked the truck even!
"Hey boy. Wake up. I'm leaving the thing here."
"Huh? What? Oh. Over already? I don't know what came over me! I got all drowsy."
"Yeah yeah. Shut it bitch."
"Hey! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"
We bitched at eachother on the way to the inn. The Kidd crew looked at us strangely. We continued on to a room. He pushed me down to the bed. I started yelling at him. He shut me up. We made out. Funny thing, these bouts of angry sex. He's pretty much the only person this happens with. We tear at each other's clothes, we bite sometimes, sometimes draw blood. I manage to get on top. I punched his shoulder down into the cheap mattress and force his legs open. He tenses, and my lower lips take him in. I wonder how he'd like it. I take control. I ravish him, and he trembles beneath me like the pathetic bitch he is. I try and finish quickly, and don't give him a chance to enjoy. I get off him. He makes a weak attempt to enter me, to finish the job. But I kick him away. Irritated and unsatisfied, he slips his pants back on. The whole event made him limp again. His eyes seem to darken in anger, and he walks out of the room. I relax on the bed, stomach down, my head resting on my hand. Barely a moment passes and the damn captain enters. Without knocking, of course.
"Did you get your money? He looked a bit pissed, so I bet he didn't leave a tip."
"Ha. No. That was just an ex-lover."
He smirks. "I believe you. You're sharing this room with some of the other crew. They'd probably be pretty excited about seeing you here." He picks up my pile of clothes and throws them at me.
"That was unexpectedly kind of you."
"Don't flatter yourself. Oh and here, some spending money. Not too much though, cause I'm sure your little client there paid you something. Nice fire by the way."
"Hn." Ass.
"I'll let the crew know you're available."
I got up and rose my fist up at him. "Don't you fucking dare!"
"I'm kidding. How much an hour?"
I glared. Now that I look a little more closely, the man seems inebriated. As they say, drink brings desire and destroys performance!
"sixty-thousand beli."
"Sure"
So that bastard goes downstairs. Did he actually believe me? I guess so. He's back up here. He throws the money near my bed and locks the door. Heh. He must be really drunk. He handed me nearly a quarter million! And so he undresses. Not bad. A better looking fuck than most of my previous boyfriends and hook ups.
"I forgot to add. I have some weird preferences…" Well shit. Maybe he wasn't drunk when he threw all that money at me. Maybe that's his way of making up for this weird fetish.
The bastard grabbed my wrists and tied them to the bed posts. Bondage? Domination? Why is he bringing his belt out? Well shit. Bondage and whipping huh?
Smack.
He completely misses and hits the floor. Yup. He's fucking drunk. This shouldn't get too bad. Well SHIT! He didn't miss that second time!
Third Person, Omniscient Narrator's POV:
Eustass Kidd continues his attempts to whip her, landing only 4 out of his 12 attempts. Having had enough of this he straddles her thighs, only to find that he was completely limp. He swears and tries to slap Rusla, but completely misses and hits the bed. Exhausted by his fury and unsatisfaction, he falls asleep on top of Rusla.
Two knocks at the door. The lock is picked.
Killer walks in. He surveys the situation.
"Hey! You bastard untie me!"
Killer put his hand on the straps that held Rusla down. He laughed and pocketed a couple thousand beli that was laying on the floor. He left and closed the door behind him.
Rusla woke up early. The captain was still there and her leg was falling asleep. Fortunately, Kidd woke up soon after. Unfortunately, his drinking caught up with him. He stumbled off to the edge of the room and threw up so much that it seemed like his stomach lining was on the floor.
"That's nasty. Now untie me."
"Huh?" Kidd started laughing. He collected the money off the floor and then untied Rusla. "I don't even know what happened, but damn! This is fucking hilarious." He slapped her ass and noticed a few red welts. "Oh. What happened there?"
"You. Your belt. Now please, for the love of god, fucking untie me."
"Yeah, yeah." He untied her and walked out of the room.
"The bastard" Rusla gritted her teeth and searched for her clothes. On a good note, Rusla discovered at least a hundred thousand belli left behind near her clothes. On a bad note, Rusla had to make a walk of shame as she left the room. The crew was jeering at her and asked her what her hourly rate was for various actions. Her response was in her middle finger. Kidd was nowhere to be found. She left the inn, and left the town. Her walking brought her to a little shithole excuse of a town where she heard a fantastic fire and brimstone sermon that seemed to echo throughout the town that fine morning.