And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream rivaling that of the banshees of the Green Ocean. Her bosom bare and only wearing a transparent silk that showed more than it hid between her thighs, Jocasta stood in the middle of the great hall and emitted another high-pitched scream. Many a patron of Madame Meringue's whorehouse still remember the strength of her voice (and the quivering of her bosom matching the timbre of her throat).
Madame Meringue, upon hearing Jocasta's throaty scream, rushed out of her boudoir where she had been preparing to receive one of her regulars, for she was not above entertaining some old customers with certain specific tastes that she was an expert in. As she ran down the stairs she worried about what some inexperienced lordling may have done to arouse the ire of Jocasta (the Madame would know that voice anywhere), perhaps an advance towards her rear without the pre-requisite lotions and potions for loosening that reluctant entrance. Jocasta was preternaturally sensitive in that area and did not like any advances by gentlemen unless she was well prepared and well remunerated though there was always an over-confident lordling who would presume to impress a whore by forcing oneself into unprepared holes in lieu of actual conquests.
Madame Meringue arrived at the landing midway into the hall and saw Jocasta standing at the center of the hall sobbing and surrounded by other ladies of the hall, no doubt using this disturbance as an excuse to avoid their daily labors. She moved quickly, climbing down the rest of the stairs and dove into the bevy of ladies. She embraced Jocasta into her bosom and shooed away the other ladies back to their prospective clients. Uttering motherly sounds she soothed Jocasta as she led her back to the corridor Jocasta had so recently rushed out of. The honorable Judge Jeremiah who was there for his weekly whoring ritual spied the two ladies walking away and was so inflamed by this sight of maternal caring that he engaged the service two ladies (Jade and Carmona) and had them play-act the parts of a mother-and-daughter while he fucked them both as dogs do, the act he henceforth named "Mothering & Fuckering" (the judge was known his esoteric tastes but not for this linguistic skills).
Madame Meringue who had now soothed Jocasta to coherence now started querying here on her outburst. "My pretty girl, you scared me with your scream. What caused such a ghastly emission? Did some over-confident lordling try to invade your butt? Don't worry my dear, we will get the potion ready for you and some lotions too (both for your dark sheath and his turgid sword) and have that lordling pay quadruple for his attempted trespass. And you shall have a day off after this too, for so much excitement is not good for your nerves."
Jocasta however continued to sob lightly and spoke in disconnected phrases about a dark sailor and colored seamen. Madame Meringue, confused at these words, simply put this down to shock and continued to follow Jocasta to her pleasuring room.
In the room she spied a seaman of the sandy climes, was this the colored seaman? The seaman lay on the bed covered by a blanket, his hands folded under his head and his eyes closed enjoying a post-coital respite but this did nothing to explain Jocasta's sudden outburst. The seaman awakened by the commotion of two ladies bustling into the room opened an eye and looked at the Madame and Jocasta with mild mirth.
"Aye are yoo two whoors ready for one more taste of 'eaven?", said the colored villain. The Madame, undoubtedly scandalized that the seaman should consider her a common whore, uttered a snort of disgust and readied her diatribe about unpaid invasions and special services when Jocasta spoke
"Do not listen to this magicker Madame, for he is certainly cursed by those spirits of sandy climes whence he comes from. He has imbued his black sword with some otherworldly power so that it may charm and hold women in its thrall. I escaped merely by the knack of my tongue and the skin of my teeth but no doubt he has thralled many a maiden with his magick member."
Intrigued and somewhat amazed by this description Madame Meringue looked at the villainous seaman with more interest. She had had many a seamen from the sandy climes and had found them sturdy specimens with healthy emissions and of hardy stamina but she had never had a "magick" member before. That the seaman did not rise to contradict any of Jocasta's declamations meant that there was a grain of truth to it. The Madame was too old to believe in tales of magicking members and thralled maidens (a tale manufactured and flamed by old madams as a means to keep their whores in check) but she was interested in getting to the root of this conundrum.
"Sir, you have scared one of my best whores and caused much commotion and dismay among the patrons and ladies of the house, I insist that you explain yourself", said that Madame while expanding her ample pendulous bosom.
"Beg yoor pardon Madame, but that was not my intention. I was merely availing the services of this comely whoor who I had arranged for very legitimately and I only requested that she perform her end of the bargain by doing me the pleasure of spreading my emmision on her fair visage and then swallowing some part of it. But she only fulfilled half of this bargain and ran off leaving my sword ready for battle but missing an enemey". But Jocasta interrupted the seaman's monologue at this moment, "Fah! you villainous blackguard that you dare impugn on my ethic as a whore, I am a proud whore and have many satisfied clients, both men and of the fairer sex, in this fair city. Indeed I have served a prince or two in my days of youth and even now they do call upon me sometime for a nostalgic fuck and suck when their wives are too busy powdering their noses while being taken by young soldiers from behind. There is even a couple in the royal court whose names shall remain a secret, who enjoy my company in their bedroom games, he likes to be fucked from behind by me and she likes to fuck me in the behind and they always pay extra for the lotion and potions. But you blackguard, you conveniently omit the most depraved fact about your own member, the fact so devilish and other-worldly so as to fully explain my reaction and any transgressions I may have done against our contract."
"Heed your mouth Jocasta for the customer has to get the first say", said the Madam ever virtuous in her mercantile dealings. "Let this seaman explain himself so that I may judge his actions and then yours." At this Jocasta silenced herself but continued to sullenly glare at the seaman.
"Now sir, please continue but dare I say that you leave it to me to judge whether your contract about seksual services was redeemed properly. I urge you to stick only to the facts with promise that if you have indeed been wronged I will make this whore serve you till you are satisfied and indeed offer another lady of this hall with no extra fees as a playmate for your carnal pleasure. Let none say that Madame Meringue does not put the pleasure and satisfaction of her customers first", said the Madame.
"Indeed Madam, I can see now that yoo are the most virtuous of ladies in this hall, and so rightly carry the reins of such a fine establishment. I shall stick to the fact, but I am convinced of my own virtue in this contract and so I must make a request regarding your promised remuneration for my case", replied the seaman.