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The Goddess, the Eunuch, and the Harem
A cruel prince made a mistake when,
Naively, he let a goddess,
Dressed in nothing but a headdress,
Join his harem, that she, his sin
Against his women, could avenge.
Many times, one might imagine,
He regretted his decision,
For, by it, he was sorely singed!
She was beautiful, and, in truth,
The prince, a jealous youth, proclaimed:
"He who cuckolds me, and my name
Taints, shall be repaid, tooth for tooth
And eye for eye; those who defy
My majesty shall, I command--
Let all who hear me understand--
A thousand times a thousand, die!"
To make her comfortable, the prince
Had a gazebo built for her
Beside a pool, where she could stir,
And fenced her garden with a fence.
He gave her flowers ev'ry day;
For her, he even went so far,
As to give her soap in a jar,
And, sometimes, kept out of her way.
By such actions and inactions,
He hoped to offer up the proof
Of his love for this woman Ruth
(Which was more infatuation
Than love, but, never having loved,
He did not know the difference,
And, seeing her magnificence,
With it, not her, he fell in love).
Notwithstanding his harsh decree,
Many a man wanted to fuck
Her mouth, cunt, or ass, or be sucked,
In dreams, as in reality.
And, if the truth were to be told,
Many of the prince's wives sent
Silk, jewels, or some other present,
Wishing it was a ring of gold,
For whether eighteen or thirty
Years of age, the wives, each and all,
Slender, heavy, petite, or tall,
Wished that, to her, they were married.
Daily parading, without fail,
She wore nothing but bright feathers
One of the prince's gardeners
Plucked from a peacock's beaded tail.
Wherever she went, heads would turn,
Both men and women ogling her;
The prince thought that, to keep her pure,
He must assign a guard he'd sworn
To defend and preserve her virtue,
And by the force of arms to keep
Away would-be lovers, though weep
She might, that she might remain true.
Of course, for such an essential
Task, no ordinary man would
Do; the guard who guarded her should
Be sexually incapable--
In other words, a eunuch--but,
With this plan, there was one thing wrong:
The stock of eunuchs was not long--
A problem solved with but a cut,
Though, some would say, the unkindest
Cut of all, and, throughout the halls,
Men were fearful they'd lose their balls
At the prince's callous behest.
It is unfortunate to be
Of service to the one who wears
The crown, for such a one oft bears
Scars of rule's expediency.
In this case, the man whose manhood
Was lost was the manliest man
The prince could find, a man named Dan,
Whose rigid member, when it stood
Upright, in all its glory, must
Have measured a cubit or more,
In length; 'twas thick enough to gore
Worse than a wild boar could, I trust!
On Monday morning, he went in
To see the surgeons, and, that night,
Subdued, after a mighty fight,
He was a man who could not sin
By satisfying fleshly lust;
He felt like a man, he complained,
Who, though innocent, had been caned,
Whose dish was dirt, whose drink was dust.
He was given a month to heal,
Before he was assigned to guard
Ruth; if he failed, it would go hard--
He would be broken on a wheel!
Busy he was at his duties!
All the men and many women
Sought chance to dally and to sin,
Wanting their piece of Ruth's booty.
Twice one night, the eunuch ran off
Young men--sheiks and their noble friend--
It seemed, to him, there'd be no end;
He chased girls from her bedroom loft:
As many as he ran away,
A dozen more appeared, to take
Their places, each hoping to make
Time with Ruth, and with her to play.
Keeping safe the rich treasuries
Of her beauty--her soft breasts, cunt
And buttocks--made the royal hunt
Seem tame; it was pure misery.
At break of day, they eunuch found
His nightly vigils exhausted
Him; he hadn't slept in his bed
Or even on the cold, hard ground
Since losing both his cock and balls
So he could be a sleepless ghost
Of his former self, guard his post,
And protect Ruth within these walls.
Of course, it was not she he saved
From the myriad of women
And men who sought a chance to sin
With her, but the prince, who, betrayed
By her faithlessness, a cuckold
Would become, much to the bright glee
And the mirth of the wives, you see,
Who must remain, until too old
To please him more, his sexual
Servants, slaves to his passion, used
When he had use of them, abused
When he thought them dreary or dull.
He had a hundred--no, 'twas more
Like a thousand--ways to bring strife
Upon a concubine or wife;
To torment women twice was poor
Taste, thought he, when the same technique
Was used; rather, one should conceive
A new method to crush and grieve,
A new way to twist, rend, and tweak
The flesh and bones; there were a lot
Of engines of torture and tools
Of pain to use against the fool
Of a wife who refused, forgot,
Or otherwise thwarted his will,
And he, daily, added others--
Both concubines, wives, and lovers,
E'en adding, sometimes, Jacks to Jills.
On the days of acquisitions,
He visited his harem's room,
Naming each action that would doom
One to rack or wheel; infractions,
There were as many as the stars:
"Reject the golden showers rained
By me on you, and incur pain;
Laugh at my impotency? Cars
Of spike-wheeled chariots shall run
Over you, and wild beasts shall tear
What's left, 'til naught remains but hair
In pools of blood beneath the sun.
"Suck my cock half-heartedly? Do,
And you shall have a stone phallus
Shoved down your throat, and your anus
Shall be filled with its mate, and you,
At both ends shall be stuffed, and left
Like that, for days, without a way
To defecate or feed or say
You'll be loyal to my precepts.
"If I command you, kiss my ass;
Do not ignore the hole, but lick
It with joy, as if you have picked,
Of my harem, the sweetest lass,
And it is her cute clitoris
You nuzzle with your lush, soft lips,
Your head cradled by her full hips--
What do I care if, as a miss,
You treat your lord, the prince, if, in
So doing, you give me greater
Bliss, such as you lesbians for
Her reserve, finding men--or men
Like me, anyway--gross, unfit,
Undeserving, and obscene, though
'Tis I on whom the gods bestowed
The crown, and it is I who sit
Upon the throne, the lord of you
Who serve and service me, my whims
To fulfill, having mouths and limbs,
Cunts, breasts, and butts merely to do
With them what I demand; mistake
Not, ev'ry single Jack or Jill
Of you are here to do my will,
And I'll not hesitate to break
Anyone who does not obey,
Without question and instantly:
My orders are commands, not pleas;
You're to do only what I say!"
Ruth, with the other Jacks and Jills,
Heard the cruel prince's many threats,
But where they, with silent regret,
Bore their full sorrows and fulfilled
Their supposed debts to their master,
She, neither daunted nor coerced
Had seen enough, and, now, she'd force
Him to right the wrongs he'd done her
Sex (and, lately, his own as well,
Having added young men to
His harem)--before she was through,
He'd think he'd died and gone to hell!
To put her plan into effect,
She'd need the help of the eunuch,
Whose soft ass the prince sometimes fucked
When Dan did not need to protect
The virtue of the prince's "love";
Castrated, he had become thin
And soft, if not quite feminine,
Like Hermaphrodite, above,
Whose likeness adorned the deep vault
Of the prince's great ceiling, man
In gender, no less than woman,
A lovely angel, without fault!
The prince, of Dan, had become fond;
Often, they were seen to fondle
And to kiss 'mid the beautiful
Garden flowers, beside the pond.
However, it was clear to Ruth,
The eunuch hated the vile prince,
For he would use any pretense
Saying he felt sick, or his tooth
Bothered him, or he had a cold,
While, all the while, seeking only
To regain his sweet liberty,
Dodging the prince's ardent hold.
"Is it not enough?" the eunuch
Asked Ruth one day, "that he has maids
As lovely as you? He's depraved
If he thinks I want him to fuck
Me in my ass! What's wrong those
Young men he's added to his wives?
Can't he have fun between their thighs,
Without his adding to my woes?"
By the eunuch's complaints, Ruth knew
He was ready to strike a blow--
And, if the blow were struck below,
Not only would the prince be through,
But the goddess could thus ensure
That he a laughingstock would be
For any who happened to see
With what drastic measure she'd cured
The vile prince's cruel appetites;
What was more, both men and women
Could come and go, without his sin
Pursuing them both day and night.
Listen, now, as I tell you how,
With the help of the whole harem
And the poor eunuch Dan, Ruth stemmed
The threat of the vile Prince Renault.
Ruth, naked but for her headdress,
As always, spent her days outdoors,
Using her great allure to lure
Thirty young men a day, I'd guess;
The eunuch, though he sat outside,
Pretending that he guarded her
Mostly nodded and seldom stirred,
That Ruth might play all day the bride.
Men, heavyset and slender built;
Fat women; and thin lesbians
Committed all manner of sins,
Plunged cocks and dildos to the hilt
Down her throat, up her ass, and some
Even in her cunt divine; had
She not been a goddess, some lad
Had made her pregnant with his cum!
Soon, her visitors' range increased,
Suitors coming from miles around;
'Twas not long before the prince found
Out, and swore there would be no peace
Until this scandal ceased; he'd have,
He said, the eunuch's head, despite
The joy Dan's ass had brought; that night,
The guard's death would be as a salve
To the vile prince's wounded pride,
And it would warn all others, too,
The same fate would befall the Jew,
Christian or Moslem who would ride
His harem's best, most treasured wife,
For 'tho he himself never rode
The lovely Ruth or shot his load
In her mouth, cunt, or ass, her life,
He said, was forfeited, if she
Ever had sex again, with man
Or maid; intercourse, he did ban,
For her, as he did liberty.
'Tis a fearsome thing, a prince crossed,
For such as he has great powers,
But, for she, who sat 'mid his flow'rs,
Neither nerve nor sleep would be lost.
Attending the execution,
The prince was startled and afraid
To see that not a single blade
Could decapitate, or e'en stun
The intended victim; some god,
It seemed, protected him, and he
The prince ordered to be set free,
Signaling his will with a nod.
"I could have killed you, but, instead,
Kind man that I am, I forgive
You, granting you pardon, to live
Until the day fate strikes you dead,
But, in exchange for this favor,
I ask you, name the deity
Who protects your mortality,
And granted you such great succor."
As if, from slumber deep, he woke,
The condemned eunuch shook his head,
And, gathering his wits, he said,
His words dark and thick as smoke:
"You think, because I have no balls,
I will bow down to your demands
And kneel before you on command,
When well I know, as well know all
Of this great, noble company,
That you would have me to reveal
This name, that you a vow might seal
With a higher divinity
Who would side with you against my
Protector, which I will not do,
No matter what you put me through;
Among this peerage, I defy
You, praying to the gods above
To put an end to your mad reign,
Blotting out the vile, wretched stain
Of your existence with their love!"
The irate prince threw back his cloak,
Angrily drew his sword, and jabbed
It hard, with all his might, to stab
The eunuch, but the bright blade broke
As if the eunuch's flesh were lead;
The condemned stood his ground and yawned,
Unimpressed with the prince's brawn,
And said, "I think it's time for bed."
"It's curious you should say that,"
Ruth said, stepping into the room;
Though lovely, her voice spoke of doom,
"For I've long thought the same, you rat,
Which is why I've come to avenge
The fair women and the young men
Against whom you have daily sinned;
With my molten wrath, you'll be singed."
Though Ruth, especially naked,
Wearing only peacock feathers
On her head, always makes a stir,
Only a few heard what she'd said,
For their wide eyes did not adore
Her face, her breasts, or her buttocks;
The thing at which they stared, in shock,
Was the huge phallus that she wore!
The prince, although astonished, asked,
Recov'ring his wit, "What do you
Think you'll do with that? It's much too
Big for anyone's cunt or ass.
"Besides, although you wear it well,
You're a mere woman; don't pretend
You can do that which you intend;
Rather, I'll see you roast in hell!"
Despite the prince's threat'ning talk,
All eyes remained upon the prick--
It was such a huge, long, thick dick,
No wonder it made the prince balk!
Eighteen inches long, the phallus
Reached, and a man's wrist was not as
Thick around as it! No man has
Rectum deep enough or anus
Wide enough to take so mighty
An instrument; even a much
More capacious cunt would find such
A penis tricky to safely
Accommodate! Besides, how could
('Twas a matter of some suspense)
Ruth hope to force upon the prince
Her peculiar, newfound manhood?
Although she was both brave and bold,
She was but half his size, and no
Great muscles bulged and flexed below
Her skin; he'd simply break her hold.
Men ravish women, not women
Men, not just because the former
Are lustier than the latter,
But also because they, as men,
Are stronger. How, then, did poor Ruth
Expect to repay Prince Renault
By fucking him, both here and now,
For, although courage is, in truth,
A noble ally, it cannot,
Of itself, win a match; it needs
Strength, too, to accomplish its deeds,
And such strength, alas, Ruth had not.
Stranger than this quandary, though,
Was the enormous erection:
It was an awesome creation;
The phallus she sported below
Was neither jade nor ivory
And 'twas certainly not leather--
If someone did not know better,
He'd think her penis as fleshly
As any man's generative
Organ--a thing of flesh and blood
That could launch semen in a flood
After the pounding it would give;
Though of flesh it was clearly made,
It was as thick and hard as wood;
Beneath its smooth shaft, blue veins stood--
No, indeed, it sure was not jade!
How could a lovely maiden be
Possessed of such an instrument,
Unless, perhaps, 'twas heaven-sent,
To make her, in this sense, manly?
Prince Renault, perhaps, thought the same,
For having been astounded first
At the length and prodigious girth
Of the phallus (and who could blame
Him), he now looked most terrified;
The hard cock and the hefty balls,
Like the women's wild, jeering calls,
Gaped his jaws and made wide his eyes.
It was clear that this prick was no
Artificial penis; no trick;
'Twas real as it was long and thick--
A fleshly cock, not a dildo!
Clearly, some great god or goddess
Had transformed Ruth in this fashion,
For whate'er reason or passion,
Whether 'twas meant to curse or bless.
The prince, though, stood his ground; said he,
"Arrest this bitch! I condemn her
To death; my subjects shall concur,
She has committed blasphemy,
For she is a mortal maiden,
But, even so, she would affront,
Adopting cock instead of cunt!
It could not be plainer, her sin!"
Hesitantly, his guards approached
The naked maid with manly parts,
For each knew, in his heart of hearts,
This damsel was beyond reproach.
As they drew near her, she stepped back,
Lifting a hand, and gave command:
"He who, upon me, lays a hand
Shall, by the Furies, be attacked."
Her bold, brave speech raised whispered words;
On every hand, murmuring
Buzzed, each wagging tongue the same thing
Said, that each ear the same thing heard:
"It is just as we suspected:
She is herself a deity
Or she, by a divinity,
Is most certainly protected!"
When the prince screamed, "I want her dead!
Arrest her now, and execute
My royal will, or it will suit
Me to have your own worthless heads!"
Instead of carrying out these
Commands, the guards arrested him!
"We'd rather be torn limb from limb
Than risk the wrath of deity!"
Said the guards, in humility,
Sure, without taking her in hand,
That she neither woman nor man
Was, but a true divinity.
The phallic woman, with a grin,
Said, "Take off his clothes, for I will
His princely rectum wholly fill,
By force, repaying sin for sin,
For this, we know, is true of him,
Whether his targets were women
Or, lately, Dan and other men,
He gave no thought for his victim."
The walls of the great room echoed;
There was a roaring, thunder's sound,
Such joy in hatred did abound,
Cheers vibrating the raised frescoes."
From the crowd, the eunuch stepped forth,
And whispered in the lady's ear;
His words appeared to bring her cheer,
And she said, "Your idea has worth."
She told the guards to take him out;
They went into the garden bright
With lovely flowers and sunlight,
The crowds in tow, as was their shout.
The prince, naked, like the goddess
Was borne into the gazebo,
Where he would provide quite a show,
May each divinity be blessed!
The gazebo, in the garden's
Center stood, to all offering
A full view of everything
That, any moment, would happen.
The goddess told the guards to hold
Fast to their captive, lest he flee,
For though he'd denied liberty
To those of his harem, this cold,
Vile prince would never hesitate
To make a break, were he to guess
He might thus frustrate the redress
The goddess meant to be his fate,
For his destiny mattered more
Than any other mere mortal,
At least to him, if not to her
Who was about his ass to bore.
Stepping up, behind the captive,
The goddess put her erection
Between his hemispheric buns,
That she might make the prince relive
The pain and shame and fear and blame
He put his many victims through
When he did, to them, what she'd do,
Now, to him. Taking careful aim,
She thrust her hips, sending the shaft
Of her enormous cock inside
His ass, as if he were her bride;
Fast, long, and hard, she fucked him aft!
Before the amazed assembly,
The goddess humped the prince's cheeks;
It seemed that she, tireless, for weeks
Might pump her cock in his fanny!
Upon the elevated floor
Of the round, steep-roofed gazebo,
The impaled prince put on a show;
The wild, cheering crowd wanted more.
It was quite plain for all to see
That the prince, far from taking joy
In his plight, was more than annoyed;
He was in abject misery!
The massive penis spread him wide,
His asshole stretched ten times its size;
Too late, the prince had become wise
As to the cost of his cruel pride,
For the goddess, her averse mate,
Made suffer the same fear and rage
As the victims he had engaged,
In order to humiliate
Him publicly, as he had them,
In the confines of his harem's
Rooms, shaming both men and women
Simply to satisfy a whim
And show to all the power he
Possessed and how all were but whores
To him, mere harlots whom he'd gore
When, where, how, and why he was pleased.
He liked to make his women kneel
In a circle he formed with peers
And, amid his catcalls and jeers,
Splatter her face with sperm to seal,
Not from his lone cock, but from all
The men he forced to stand with him,
At threat of losing life or limb,
Her humiliation and fall
From self-respect and sense of worth,
Making, of her sperm-splattered face,
A reminder of the disgrace
That would forever stifle mirth
Within her poor, tormented soul,
And, to add to her misery,
He included her family:
Father and brother both had roles,
Against their wills, you may be sure,
That familial seeds might be spilled
Her loss of face thereby fulfilled,
And she, as they, thus made impure.
When she in the mirror might glance,
Mortification, thus renewed
At the thought of how she'd been used,
Her sorrow thus to be enhanced,
And when the brother and sister
Were alone, they would remember
Her kneeling, before his member,
And at the thought, each would shudder,
Just as the father, his daughter
Remembering, upon her knees,
Her sweet face upturned, to receive,
From his own and from her brother's
(And from a score or more others')
Spurt after spurt, and spray and squirt,
Until at least an entire quart
Of semen, thick and white, covered
Her ev'ry feature--brow and eyes,
Nose, lips, cheeks, jaw, chin, even hair,
And sperm lies glist'ning ev'rywhere,--
On her breasts, belly, groin, and thighs.
The violent, public deflow'ring
That the goddess put the prince through
For complete vengeance would not do;
More than just a stretched anal ring
Was needed to repay his acts,
For he had many abuses
Heaped on folks by his abuses,
Misusing bodies, souls to tax.
Hear the vile sins he committed
Against the men he added to
His harem; they shall sicken you,
The things he did upon his bed!
His first offense was against Dan,
A man he emasculated
To guard the selfsame marriage bed
That he, fucking man and woman,
Dishonored countless times himself--
In which, had he been but able
To do so, he'd have fucked fabled
Mermaid, merman, satyr, and elf,
Naiad, Nereid, and dryad,
Banshee, lamia, and centaur,
Werewolf, vampire, and minotaur,
Cyclops, gorgon, and maenad.
He most liked to fuck exotic
Creatures, taking man or woman,
If nothing rarer was at hand;
But force, he found most erotic,
And, with regard to men, he thought,
Humiliation was sexy;
Consciously and deliberately,
Their mortification, he sought.
He made them wear bras and panties,
Painting their faces with makeup;
Upon their pain and shame, he'd sup,
As if they were delicacies.
Once he'd castrated the eunuch,
He could not get enough of Dan,
He spent days and days with the man,
Butt-fucking him he'd made to suck
His cock, sometimes making him wear
Eye shadow, mascara, pink blush,
And lipstick; it gave him a rush
To make him don the underwear
Of concubine, harlot, or wife;
Had Dan, embittered, shed a tear,
Shown anger, grief, shame, hate, or fear,
Or exhibited his heart's strife,
The prince would have abused him more,
Keeping him leashed like a tamed dog
Or making him eat like a hog,
While dressing him like a rank whore.
As he treated Dan, so treated
He all the other men he kept
In his harem. After he'd slept
With one, he'd take the next to bed;
Oft, he'd be the last in a bank
Of twenty poor fathers, each one
Of whom sucked the cock of his son
Interspersed within the long rank.
An act known as a "daisy chain,"
Normally, this practice was meant
To heighten pleasure, but he bent
It to his use, enhancing pain,
For no right-thinking father wants,
Even if his son is adult,
To commit sexual assault,
Forced to make of his mouth a cunt
While the mouth of him who's behind
Him in this perverse, wanton line--
Another man's son, good and fine--
On his own cock is forced to dine.
For these and other vicious crimes,
The goddess known as Ruth repaid,
Making, of the vile prince, a maid,
As he'd made other men at times.
Her cock stood stiff and thick and hard
For hour on hour, and she
Taught him what the word "misery"
Means, while the eunuch Dan, his guard,
Joined the crowd, jeering and cheering
When, after day-long intercourse,
With a final thrust of great force,
The goddess, ejaculating,
Withdrew her massive, spewing prick
To spurt and spew and splatter thick
White semen from her straining dick;
His back and buttocks both were slick
With the gleaming, pearly fluid;
In rivulets, her precious cum
Streamed over his perineum,
And all agreed that what Ruth did
With her wonderful erection
Was an act certainly divine
As was, to the crowd's common mind,
Her flooding ejaculation.
The prince's anus gaped so large
The crowd could see well up his ass;
'Twas big enough, it seemed, to pass
Boats the size of a canal barge!
Ruth, however, wasn't finished:
His ass was ten times normal size;
Ruth, in the use of magic wise,
Now cast a spell, making her wish
Come true, and the prince's anus
Returned to its original
Dimensions, his wide-stretched sphincter
Shrinking--like his balls and phallus!
Neither his penis nor testes
Had shrunken before, so, although
His asshole, its true size now showed,
His genitals--well, they were wee!
Imagine cock, balls, and scrotum--
Your own, if you're male, or others'--
So reduced in size; my brother,
It is not hard to see, in sum,
That a mosquito or a flea
Would be as well armed as would we,
If such a wild catastrophe
Were to happen to you or me!
By convention, ev'ry long rhyme
Must have a moral to make it
Seem that what, in its verse, is writ
Is worth one's investment of time.
Since tradition demands this, fine;
I have added these extra lines
That, if you should be of the mind
To read them, I may offer mine:
By the example of the prince,
All men of power who would use
Their authority to abuse
Should pause to ponder--and to wince!--
Remembering that, as they say,
Although it may feel good an itch
To scratch, one's payback is a bitch,
And every dog has its day!
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