Written by walter

Friday, 27 June 2008

The Vic Sailboat was afloat. Rowers, chained to the floor. Blood-stained chain had badly bruised Kevin's shin; the white bones, exposed. Soon the tendons would snap. The slave driver, whipping the rowers.

o Why you doing all this to me: stealing my food, drinking my water and above all putting salt on my wound?
o 'cause I wanna see you dead.
o Why? You and I are both chained to the same floor. Have I done anything wrong?
o No. But I need your job for my nephew. He's been waiting for this job such a long time. If you die there will be a vacancy.

On the deck

A loudspeaker: Ladies and gentlemen. This is you captain speaking. It's an honor to give you Lord James and Lady Victoria or rather Lady Vic, your host and hostess.

All passengers lined up to meet Lord James and his wife, Vic, both followed by the captain of the boat. Guests were mostly young; however, the elderly guests were the friends of Lord James and Lady Vic. Lord James and Lady Vic loitered before a young couple; And the captain received the message! Next, the young individuals were escorted to the captain's cabin. Later, a wax mask artist was called in.

The moon-lit sea was calm; music, fantastic; dinner, fabulous; guests dancing.

After midnight, the male individual was escorted to the dispensary. Later, the female was led to Lord James's cabin and the male to Lady Vic's.

Guests were dancing; the moon, shining.

As the couple entered the host's and hostess's cabins, they both were stunned: the female found her boyfriend waiting; the male, his girlfriend, in the Vic's cabin!

Captain, wearing a headphone, approached the helm. A seaman, perching the main topsail, was sending SMS to his girlfriend: Honey, it's me, calling from the top of the world.

Captain heard Lady Vic's moaning, similar to Donna Summer's Love to Love You Baby … and the emphatic messages 'Faster, faster'. Captain relayed the command 'Faster, faster' to the slave driver. Again, Lady Vic: Faster; faster. Command was relayed. Slave driver's lashes, harder and harder. The wound, bleeding more and more. Again came new commands: Faster; faster. Com...! Slashes and Lady Vic's moaning both reached their climaxes.

Vic's voice slowed down; James voice slowed down. Slashes slowed down.

The tendons snapped. The rower collapsed. He was unchained and removed. And the moon was setting.

Sweating and exhausted, the couples left the cabins. Later, standing and leaning on the railing, they joined hands and watched the silver streak across the sea. They avoided direct eye contact.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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