Razor's Project Hope (Assignment Two, I think)

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This wasn't as overly constrained as the previous assignment, however, it was still pretty bounded. I had some fun with it, and it shouldn't be taken too seriously, as Hope seems like she wasn't revered as the best writer in the library.





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The Pirates of Baskerville



Samantha Samson stumbled into the front yard of Baskerville Hall, the phosphorescently glowing dogs already tugging ahead on their leashes. Very little about her job as a dog walker bothered Samantha, save negligent owners that let their dogs get too damned big.

The Baskerville family had really let their dogs go over the last few years. Many times Samantha thought of charging more of that old money for walking the now behemoth-sized hounds, but she convinced herself otherwise time and time again, not wanting to upset her most generous employees.

The dogs forced her into a brisk jog, leading her up and down the small foothills through the perpetual pools of mud that plagued the Scottish moors, splashing sludge in every direction. The hounds followed their usual running path to a T, until, just past Belvedere Manor, they turned and sprang into the brush. Sam had no choice but to follow, twigs and pines thwacking her face as she ran down the unbeaten path.

Her dogs stopped. Sam could not see the reason why until she too reached the clearing. She tripped over the stalled dogs and tumbled into the mud, splashing the guck onto a single fine leather boot. An old boot, the type one would see on a caricature of a pilgrim.

Those boots belonged on something other than pilgrims, however-- something that Samantha realized as she traced her eyes upwards, from peg-leg to pantaloons to flamboyantly red petticoat to the dirtiest beard she had ever seen in her life.

Pirates. Real, anachronistic pirates.

In front of Samantha stood a genuine pirate, or perhaps just an extremely good pirate impersonator, and he looked none-too thrilled to have his seemingly authentic boot soiled.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrr! What ye be doing, wench? There be mud on my boots!" He yelled, in the one of the most intimidating pirate accents that Samantha had ever heard, though she acknowledge the fact that she had never really heard that many. A chorus of ‘yars’ and ‘dyars’ rang from both his trio of pirate lackeys and from his rainbow parrot.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see you,” apologized Samantha.

The pirate laughed boisterously, his long black beard shaking with his body. "How do ye not see a two meter pirate wearing a bright red coat? Lass, I think ye be blind."

"No need to get rude about it," said Samantha.

"Rude? RUDE? Do you know who I am?”

"KRAWK! RUDE! RUDE!" screamed the parrot, flapping his wings wildly.

"Um..."

The pirate slapped his non-hooked hand to his forehead and gasped in disbelief. "I'm Captain Woodcock, Scourge of the Sea! Ye must be a foolish wench to feign ignorance of me!”

"KRAWK! WENCH! WENCH!" chorused the parrot.

"Yarr, quiet, Rudy, ye should have some tact."

"KRAWK! TACTLESS! TACTLESS!"

Samantha turned her back and tiptoed away, hoping to escape without notice.

"DYARRGGHH!" yelled Captain Woodcock. "Ye still haven't repaid what you've done to my shoes!"

Samantha turned towards him slowly and responded, "I think the mud will wash right of. It shouldn't be much of a problem."

"Yarr, damages be damned, it's the principle of it. Ye need to make amends, I thinks." Behind him the chorus of lackeys burst into laughter.

"I don't have any money on me.”

"It isn't money that I wanted anyways!"

"Then... no... don't rape me, please..." Her voice wavered.

"Yahar! Sorry I cannot oblige ye, but they don't call me Captain Woodcock for nothing, though some of my friends mind be interested. Grab her boys!

The lackeys complied, grabbing Samantha's wrists and dragging her to the center of the clearing.

"Let me go, you anachronistic freaks," she screamed, thrashing against their grip. The pair of dogs just stood and stared. She didn't know whether they were scared or apathetic to her plight. "It's not my fault! The dogs stopped, so I tripped over them. Please, don't do this to me!"

"Yahar! Blaming yer dogs now? Do ye think they should pay the price instead?"

Samantha didn't want to offer the dogs as a sacrifice. She knew that giving them away to pirates would be bad for her dog walking business, but fear overtook her reason and she said, "Yes, take the dogs, just let me go."

"Well, they don't seem to be much aware of what we be saying. Do ye think they consent?"

"Um..." Samantha had no idea how to respond to the question.

"Yahar, why don't we find out?" He walked around to the rear of the dogs. They didn't even flinch as he shoved they his peg leg and hook hand into their respective assholes. "Dyar, it appears they don't mind."

Samantha was flabbergasted at the situation.

"Now, time for your payment as well."

"Hey, I thought you said the dogs would be enough?"

"I said no such thing. We have a pirate tradition that I think ye should be a part of. We call it Avidouche!"

The trio of lackeys pinning Samantha to the ground broke out in chorus of "Avidouche! Avidouche!" The one holding her legs inched his hands up her thighs and slipped his fingers into the band of her grey sweatpants, then slipped them down to her knees.

"No, please, you said you wouldn't rape me!"

"I didn't say such I thing, I don't believe, but I'm pretty sure this doesn't constitute rape," defended the pirate captain. He reared his head and looked at the pirate perched on his right shoulder, and commanded, "Rudy, time to do your work, boy."

"KRAWK! WORK! WORK!" The parrot leaped off of the captain's shoulder and landed in the mud. It looked around, then waddled towards Samantha's disrobed bottom. It came to a stop at the entrance of her snatch.

Samantha glared down at the innocent looking bird and had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. However, the reality of her punishment dawned as the little bird pushed up against her cunt lips, slowly edging its way inside. Pain tore through her body as the bird entered a place that she long thought was too small for a bird to enter.

The pain lightened once the bird was all the way inside. She wondered if the thing would suffocate in there. Worst of all, she wondered what she would have to do if it did. As she pondered those important questions, a familiar voice reverberated throughout Samantha's body.

"KRAWK! AVIDOUCHE! AVIDOUCHE!"