RAGNAR'S BASEMENT

By Trisha Monks

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"I want the money tonight," said the old man. "By 
midnight, and not a minute later."

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the two young 
women who stood before his table, his wizened fingers 
stroking his stubbly grey beard. They returned his 
stare with unblinking blue eyes, and the expression in 
their pale faces was far from friendly.

"You ask too much of us, Karber," said one. "We cannot 
gather the money so quickly. Give us another month to 
repay the debt."

The old man shook his head. "No, Lorna Raven. My 
patience with you and your sister has ended. Repay the 
debt tonight, or forfeit a year of liberty. Do you not 
know the law?"

"I know the law well enough," came the reply. "And for 
what it is worth, moneylender, my name is Finn, not 
Lorna."

Karber chuckled into his whiskers and glanced from one 
pale face to the other. "You two should wear your names 
as tattoos on your foreheads. How else does a man 
distinguish between a pair of identical twins? But I 
care not whether I am addressing Lorna Raven or Finn 
Raven, for my demand applies to both sisters equally. 
So repay the debt, or I will request that you forfeit 
your freedom and be sold as slaves in the market."

His gaze hardened as he mused on the price he might be 
able to set on the twins. With their lithe bodies and 
short black hair they seemed almost boyish, but their 
faces were beautiful, and beneath their green shirts 
their breasts appeared to be pert and shapely. Their 
close-fitting grey trousers were skin-tight on their 
long lean legs, highlighting the smooth muscles. Karber 
guessed that the sisters would sell for a high price, 
far higher than the value of their debt, so he began to 
hope that they would not be able to repay the money.

"The paltry sum that you lent to us shall be returned 
in full," said Finn. "We will bring it here before the 
midnight deadline."

Karber grinned. "How do you propose to raise the money 
so soon?" he inquired. "Are you intending to turn your 
swords to brigandage, perhaps?"

"We're soldiers, not brigands," Lorna replied.

"Maybe you could sell your flesh like whores?" Karber 
suggested, his mouth curling in a mocking smile. "The 
harbour taverns are full of men who would pay well for 
the privilege."

"We are neither bandits nor harlots," Finn protested, 
her fingers instinctively straying to her sword-hilt. 
"But we will find a way to repay the debt before 
midnight. Come, my sister. We have work to do in the 
town."

Karber laughed, cackling like a jackdaw, as the twins 
turned and left the room. "You have seven hours!" he 
called after them. "Enjoy your freedom while it lasts!"

********

One hour later found the Raven twins sitting on the 
harbour wall in despair, their eyes downcast as they 
struggled to conjure a solution to their dilemma. Lorna 
gazed idly at a blonde woman in a long red dress who 
sat with a group of fishermen outside a dockside 
tavern.

"Maybe Karber is right," she muttered. "Maybe we should 
become whores for the evening, trading our bodies for a 
sailor's shilling."

"Our debt is sixty shillings," Finn replied. "So we 
would need to fuck sixty sailors to repay it. That 
means thirty cocks each, my dear sister. Can your 
tender cunt manage that tally in less than six hours?"

Lorna shuddered at the image. "Thirty cockstems! That 
would be far too painful." She smiled grimly at her 
twin. "We would need to spend a month in the infirmary 
to recover from such an ordeal."

"Precisely," said Finn. "So, what can we do to avoid 
losing our freedom for a year?"

"It will be the end of our military careers if we 
become debt-slaves," added Lorna. "The army will 
consider us a disgraceful pair of fools."

Finn nodded, pointing in the direction of the dockside 
tavern. The blonde in the red dress had left her seat 
among the sailors and was walking slowly towards the 
twins. Her slim hips swayed as she approached, and her 
red-lipped mouth beamed a wide smile.

"Good afternoon, warrior women!" she said, halting a 
few paces from the sisters. "Rarely do we see two 
rangers relaxing beside the harbour? Have you no duties 
in the mountains this evening?"

"None," answered Lorna. "But we are not relaxing, 
Belmaris. In fact, our minds are in a torment of 
anxiety. Tell her, Finn."

Finn gave a weary sigh, before recounting their 
troubles to the blonde, who listened attentively, her 
soft dark eyes full of concern. At last, when Finn 
finished the summary, Belmaris shook her head and 
tugged one of her long golden tresses.

"Sixty shillings to find," she mused. "And only six 
hours in which to find them. Even an expert whore such 
as myself would be hard pressed to reach that target!"

"Any scheme or idea that you can suggest would be 
appreciated," said Lorna. "But we fear that we are 
doomed to lose our liberty at midnight."

"You could rob somebody," Belmaris suggested. "A 
wealthy merchant, perhaps?"

But the sisters shook their heads in unison, and Finn 
said: "We are too honourable to turn our swords to evil 
deeds."

Belmaris shrugged, grinning mischievously and rubbing 
her hands. "Then only one option remains. You must 
prostitute your bodies for the tavern-rats and wharf-
drifters."

"No!" cried Lorna. "We have already discounted the 
idea, for it involves too much fucking, and we might 
not survive such an onslaught of cockstems."

"I am not referring to fucking," the blonde explained. 
"I am thinking rather of an erotic display."

The twins frowned, their blue eyes darkening as they 
stared suspiciously at Belmaris. But she merely grinned 
again, clapping her hands in gleeful anticipation.

"Easy money!" she insisted. "No probing cocks or 
groping hands. All you have to do is writhe around on 
the floor and put on a show for an audience of men."

"But we're sisters!" Lorna protested.

Belmaris lifted her eyebrows and looked at Finn, who 
blushed deeply before clutching Lorna's hand.

"Dear one!" she whispered. "Last week, in the tavern, I 
told Belmaris about our special bond of affection. She 
knows everything." 

"But it is meant to be our secret!" Lorna hissed 
angrily.

"Trust me, Lorna," said Belmaris. "Your sister was very 
drunk when she told me about what you two do together. 
But I will not repeat the story to anyone, I swear."

Lorna buried her face in her hands and groaned. 
"Hellfire! A public show! I'm not sure I can do it."

"Will we raise enough money to repay our debt?" Finn 
inquired.

Belmaris nodded confidently. "Yes. Even after I take my 
ten percent commission for organizing the spectacle."

"You rogue!" said Finn, chuckling as she aimed a kick 
at the blonde's bare feet. Belmaris dodged gracefully 
and laughed.

"Off you go, both of you!" she said. "Time is short, 
and I have much to do if this event is to be a 
success."

"If we do this deed, our secret will be common 
knowledge," Lorna complained, gazing sadly at the ships 
in the bay. "We'll be damned as deviants!"

"Better to be damned than unfree," said Belmaris. "Now 
go! Meet me in one hour, at the door of Ragnar's 
warehouse in the Old Harbour."

She turned and flitted away, scurrying eagerly back to 
the tavern, her blonde hair catching the sea breeze. 
The twins stared after her for a while, until Lorna 
gave her sister a playful slap on the back of her neck.

"This is all your fault!" she groaned. "First, your 
inept dice-playing encumbers us with a huge debt. Then, 
to make things worse, you recruit us to help a dockside 
whore in a crazy money-making scheme. If I loved you 
less, dear sister, I would cut off your witless head!"

"At midnight you'll thank me," Finn retorted. "But in 
the meantime we should prepare for what is to come. I 
suggest that we bathe in the river-pool, then take a 
light meal, before meeting Belmaris."

"Agreed," Lorna replied, rising to her feet and smiling 
grimly. Together, hand in hand, they walked slowly away 
from the waterfront.

******* 

Ragnar's warehouse was one of a cluster of ancient 
stone buildings in a derelict area of the port. It had 
lain empty and disused for many years, but beneath it 
was a large subterranean chamber hewn out of the living 
rock, a sunless cave with a bare flat floor and a low 
roof. Whores often brought their customers to that 
place, especially when secrecy or discretion demanded 
it, and the cave was known among the harbour folk as 
Ragnar's Basement.

The evening sunlight still glowed in the dockside 
streets when Belmaris guided the Raven twins down to 
the chamber. While she lit candles in the alcoves and 
niches, the sisters stripped off their clothes and sat 
together in the middle of the floor, naked and nervous, 
shivering despite the airless musty warmth of the cave. 
Belmaris promised that the first spectators would 
arrive at any moment.

"I've spoken a few quiet words in many influential 
ears," she explained, tapping her nose with her finger. 
"I know the right people for this kind of show. Mark my 
words, you'll have money to spare at the end of it."

The twins stared at her mournfully but gave no 
response, other than to draw up their knees and clasp 
their arms around their legs, shielding their nudity. A 
moment later, they heard muffled voices in the 
warehouse above, followed by footsteps on the steps 
leading down to the cave. Presently, a group of rough-
looking men appeared, striding into the basement with 
ale-jugs in their hands and excitement in their eyes. 
There were nine of them, all clad in white shirts and 
loose-fitting calico trousers. Their ages were hard to 
discern, for their faces were sunburned and 
weatherbeaten, but Lorna guessed the youngest to be in 
his teens and the oldest in his fifties.

"Sailors!" she muttered, nudging her sister.

Most of the men halted a few paces away, but three 
advanced drunkenly towards the seated twins, who 
instinctively clenched their fists.

"Careful, boys!" Belmaris advised, blocking the 
sailors' path and ushering them back. "These two are 
rangers, skilled in the craft of killing, so if you 
value your necks you should rejoin your friends. And 
remember the rules of the show: keep your hands to 
yourselves!"

The drunken trio groaned and retreated, muttering as 
they stood among their comrades. Belmaris collected a 
shilling from each sailor and emptied the coins into a 
leather purse, winking at the twins as she hid it in a 
pocket of her dress.

"Let the show commence!" she cried.

Finn and Lorna hesitated, their pale cheeks flushing 
pink as they returned the sailors' stares. Then, 
without any word being spoken, the sisters rose to 
their feet, standing with their arms at their sides and 
their nakedness fully exposed. A volley of whistles and 
appreciative grunts issued from the sailors, and they 
licked their lips in anticipation, their leering eyes 
roaming over every inch of the twins' pale slender 
bodies. Among the muttered comments Belmaris heard the 
eldest seamen express his amazement at the duplication 
of such flawless beauty, and she laughed as she tugged 
his brown beard.

"Gelmo, you old dog!" she chuckled. "Did you think the 
ale had given your eyes double vision?"

With a flick of her head she signalled to the twins 
that they should turn around. Their movement drew 
another burst of whistling and hooting from the 
audience, together with much praise for the pertness of 
their buttocks and the slim curves of their hips. Old 
Gelmo observed that, from behind, the sisters looked 
like boys, with their athletic figures and close-
cropped black hair, but his comrades mocked him with 
jeers.

"You've come to the wrong place, Gelmo," said one. "If 
it's boys you want, you should be strolling down by the 
East Dock instead of paying a shilling in Ragnar's 
Basement!"

The raucous hubbub faded to whispers when Finn and 
Lorna faced each other and began kissing, their hands 
running slowly over each other's hips and shoulders. 
The kiss seemed to calm their initial nervousness, 
allowing them to immerse their minds in their own world 
of pleasure, to shut out the leers and lewd comments. 
They relaxed, accepting the challenge of the task that 
lay ahead, feeling now a unified determination to 
achieve their objective. Finn broke from the kiss and 
whispered in Lorna's ear, and together they sank slowly 
to the floor. Belmaris had spread several blankets on 
the dusty ground, and upon these the twins now lay on 
their backs, their feet towards the audience and their 
legs slightly splayed.

Yells of encouragement came from the sailors when each 
sister moved her right hand down to her crotch, and 
nine pairs of eyes widened in delight to see long pale 
forefingers stroke slowly back and forth along two 
identical pink slits. Above each slit a neat triangle 
of dark bristles received circular caresses from a 
long-nailed thumb, the twins moving their hands in 
perfect unison as they masturbated for the spectators.

Finn lay with eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering on 
her cheeks, but Lorna peered up at the sailors, seeing 
the unfettered drunken lust in their faces and noticing 
the bulges growing in their trousers. Beyond the 
grunted cheers and lewd mutterings she heard footsteps 
on the stairs, and felt both relief and a twinge of 
uncertainty when a dozen men arrived to swell the 
throng. Some of the newcomers were sailors, but others 
were dockside labourers, or ropemakers, or carpenters 
from the shipyard. She recognized their trades from 
their clothing, but she was glad that none were men of 
her acquaintance. Despite assurances given by Belmaris, 
both sisters feared that someone whom they knew might 
come to witness the spectacle.

The increased numbers meant that the spectators were 
obliged to arrange themselves in a semicircle, between 
whose arms lay the naked twins. After Belmaris had 
taken a shilling from the latest arrivals, she clicked 
her fingers and caught Finn's attention. Finn knew what 
was meant when the blonde harlot briefly flicked out 
her tongue, and she nudged Lorna, who opened her eyes 
and understood immediately.

A cacophony of cheering and applause greeted Finn when 
she crawled up onto her hands and knees to crouch 
between her sister's legs, her pale round buttocks 
presented to the nearest spectators, who leaned forward 
to peer into the dark cleft of her ass.

"Stand back!" Belmaris called out. "No touching!"

Shrill whistles and excited yelps burst from the throng 
when Finn's tongue reached out to lick Lorna's cunt. 
Lorna gave a soft moan, her spine arching upward, her 
own tongue licking her lips as she lay purring like a 
kitten. Finn planted a series of small kisses along her 
sister's slit, before clamping her mouth over it and 
thrusting her tongue deep inside the moist pink hole. 
Lorna's hands ran through Finn's hair to caress her 
neck and ears, feeling the skin smooth and warm beneath 
her fingertips. She peered over Finn's bobbing head and 
saw her sister's hips swaying in a leisurely rhythm. It 
was then that she noticed that two of the spectators 
had unfastened their trousers and were furiously 
rubbing their erect cocks. One was the middle-aged 
sailor Gelmo, the other a fat shipwright with tattooed 
arms and a ruddy complexion. Drunken lust flared in 
their eyes, their faces grimacing as sweat trickled 
down their cheeks.

Lorna now saw other men following the lead set by these 
two, and soon half a dozen sailors and a couple of 
carpenters were masturbating as they watched the twins. 
Old Gelmo was the first to ejaculate, climaxing with a 
snarl of triumph as he aimed his cock-juice at Finn's 
buttocks, the first jet of semen overshooting to squirt 
across her hips. The second jet was less powerful, 
spattering onto her ass-cheeks, but the exertion made 
him stagger backwards into the supportive arms of his 
comrades. At that moment, the fat shipwright squealed 
like a hog and sprayed a stream of white fluid along 
Finn's narrow back. Another jet followed, and a third, 
the hot semen pooling in the cleft of her spine before 
spilling in sticky rivulets down her flanks.

Finn ignored the onslaught and continued to give her 
sister exquisite oral pleasure. Dimly through the 
raucous clamour she heard new spectators arriving, her 
ears listening carefully for the chink of shillings. 
She could not guess whom the newcomers might be, but 
was surprised to hear a woman's voice greeting 
Belmaris. Lorna, on the other hand, could see what was 
happening, her keen eyes counting at least fifteen 
additional spectators, among whom were two smartly-
dressed young women who arrived with a group of wealthy 
merchants. She calculated that Belmaris had collected 
almost forty shillings already, and she smiled at the 
apparent ease of the task.

Briefly Lorna closed her eyes to savour the delightful 
sensations of her sister's tongue, opening them a 
moment later when she felt moisture on her forehead. 
For an instant she wondered if the ceiling had sprung a 
leak, but then she sensed the warmth of the droplets 
and realised that the fluid was semen, squirting from a 
nearby sailor's cock as he rubbed himself to a grunting 
orgasm. His second squirt splattered across her face 
and over her mouth and left eye, its stickiness 
clinging to her eyelashes and blurring her vision. She 
became aware that the audience had now formed a circle, 
its front rank standing barely four feet from her head. 
The noise of shouts and yells and drunken laughter rang 
in her ears and she wondered if a fight was about to 
break out, for the throng seemed to be swirling and 
boisterous. But she saw that the jostling was to allow 
those at the rear to come to the front, where they 
could gain a better view of the twins and masturbate if 
they so wished.

A pleasant tingling began to grow in Lorna's belly and 
she readied herself for her climax, her fingers clawing 
at the red blankets and her lips parting. She began to 
gasp and writhe, her movements arousing the front rank 
of spectators to ever more frantic cock-rubbing. Out of 
the corner of her right eye she saw an arc of semen 
shoot from the throng to spatter across her breasts. 
Another mighty jet squirted from the opposite side, 
splashing into her half-open mouth and dribbling down 
her neck. She closed her mouth, tasting the salty 
flavour and swallowing the fluid, before issuing a long 
low moan as her orgasm engulfed her. Even as she lay 
gasping, a stream of cock-juice spurted onto her 
quivering belly, trickling into her navel to form a 
milky pool. To the delight of the audience, Finn raised 
her head and began to crawl slowly along her sister's 
body like a white cat, pausing to lick the semen from 
Lorna's skin, lapping it from her navel, from her belly 
and breasts, from her neck and face. Loud applause and 
cheering showed the spectators' appreciation of the 
deed, but it also made them hungry for more, and 
Belmaris knelt beside Finn to whisper in her ear.

Finn nodded, lolling aside to lie on her back and 
murmuring instructions to her twin. Lorna smiled, 
wiping gobbets of semen from Finn's hair and caressing 
her pale face. The riotous clamour of the audience 
continued as loudly as ever, and still the front rank 
of the circle was a melee of jostling bodies and oozing 
cocks.

Lorna propped herself up on her left elbow and with her 
right hand began caressing Finn's breasts, coaxing the 
pink nipples to hardness by gently squeezing the teats. 
Her hand cupped the round underside of each breast, 
demonstrating the firmness of her sister's pale orbs. 
One drunken young sailor seemed to regard the gesture 
as an invitation, and he reached down to grope Finn's 
bosom, only to be hauled ignominiously aside by a 
couple of burly shipmates.

"No touching!" Belmaris yelled above the din.

Lorna ran her right hand down Finn's belly and over the 
mat of dark bristles, where her fingers lingered to 
weave through the soft hairs. She moved her body closer 
and bent her head to kiss Finn's right breast just 
above the nipple. She repeated the kiss on the other 
breast, before licking the nipples, allowing her tongue 
to trace slow delicate circles around the base of each 
swollen teat. Only when Finn lay squirming and moaning 
did Lorna's hand emerge from her triangle of pubic hair 
to explore her glistening cunt, a finger slipping 
inside the pink flesh while the thumb gently teased the 
clitoris.

Finn's eyes closed just in time, as a powerful spray of 
semen spattered across her face and into her hair. 
Another, from a different source, spurted through the 
air like a white fountain and struck Lorna's cheek, 
even as she kissed and licked Finn's right breast, 
leaving in its wake a trail of sticky globules that 
curved over the upper surface of the orb. To the 
crowd's satisfaction, Lorna licked the breast clean of 
every drop, her reward being two successive jets of 
cock-juice that lashed across her back like whips of 
sticky white thread.

A flurry of feet on the steps signalled the arrival of 
more spectators, though neither Finn nor Lorna saw the 
newcomers. A strange new shout went up, with several 
male voices yelling Rat! Rat! in unison. Finn opened 
her eyes, lifting her hand to wipe cold semen from her 
cheek, and saw the crowd of men parting to allow a 
young girl to jostle her way to the front. There she 
was grabbed by a huge sailor, who hugged her like a 
rag-doll to his broad chest before kissing her 
feverishly all over her face. Other sailors crowded 
around, but the burly mariner pushed them away. Finn 
watched in amazement as the girl, who was no older than 
sixteen and clad in a dirty tattered dress, dropped to 
her knees to receive the big sailor's stiff manhood in 
her mouth. Her unwashed mane of brown hair straggled 
around her hunched shoulders as her head bobbed at his 
loins, while his comrades loudly demanded similar 
attention as soon as her task was done.

Finn wondered who the ragged girl was, and whether 
Belmaris knew that she had come to the place. At the 
same time she herself took a series of deep slow 
breaths, steadying her senses as Lorna's gentle 
fingering teased her to orgasm. Two jets of semen 
spurted simultaneously, from opposite directions, to 
collide in the air above her body. Hot white droplets 
scattered and fell, spattering her belly and breasts, 
but Lorna dutifully licked the flesh clean, barely 
flinching when a one-eyed ropemaker crouched down to 
spray his ejaculation directly into her face. The man 
gave a raucous laugh, rising up to squeeze the residue 
from his shrinking cock so that the last droplets 
trickled onto the floor at his feet. His laughter was 
echoed by giggles from the well-dressed women who had 
arrived earlier with the two rich merchants. These four 
had jostled their way to the front rank and seemed 
rather out of place among the drunken mariners and the 
shabby dregs of the wharfside. Lorna licked trickles of 
semen from her lips and stared up at the women, meeting 
their gaze and seeing excitement mingled with disdain 
in their eyes. One of them, an elegant and beautiful 
blonde, whispered in the ear of her male companion, who 
smiled and beckoned to Belmaris. Lorna could not hear 
what the man said to the harlot, but she nodded and 
gratefully accepted a purse of coins from his hand, 
before moving along to speak with Old Gelmo.

Lorna saw the old sailor give a yellow-toothed grin, 
and with two of his shipmates he grabbed the ragged 
girl, even as she swallowed the final ejaculation of 
the burly sailor. Semen still oozed from her mouth as 
she was hauled to her feet and stripped, her tattered 
dress torn off her skinny body by a dozen groping 
hands. Once more the shout went up from the throng Rat! 
Rat! Rat! and to a chorus of wild yells the naked girl 
was pushed forward from the ranks, stumbling over 
Finn's feet to fall cursing beside her on the blankets. 

Belmaris stepped forward, holding a silver coin between 
her fingers and pointing at the girl. "Join the show, 
Rat, and this shilling is yours to keep!"

The girl grinned nervously, displaying a set of perfect 
pearl-white teeth. With dirty fingers she brushed 
tangles of hair from her face, wiping away a spatter of 
semen that left a grimy streak on her chin. Still 
breathless after her climax, Finn twisted her head to 
look at the girl, who returned the gaze with uncertain 
green eyes. Finn smiled, reaching out to caress the 
lean sunburned face, trying to ignore the stream of 
cock-juice that spurted suddenly from a nearby cock to 
spatter the young urchin's uncombed brown hair. 

"They call you Rat?" Finn inquired softly, trying to 
reassure the girl despite howls and jeers from the 
impatient crowd.

The girl nodded, and Finn smiled again. "Well, Rat, do 
not be afraid, for you are now under our protection. 
So, come close to me, and let my sister be your guide."

Without a word, Rat snuggled under Finn's arm and 
nestled against her body, keeping her gaze fixed on 
Lorna, who caressed Finn's right breast and indicated 
to Rat that she should mirror the movement. Finn lifted 
her gaze to the elegant blonde whose whisper had 
suggested the threesome and saw again the same 
expression of disdain. The woman's thin lips snaked in 
a mocking smile which so enraged Finn that she almost 
sprang up to answer the challenge, but her sister's 
voice advised against such a response.

"Leave it, Finn!" Lorna hissed. "The slut isn't worth 
the trouble."

Finn relaxed, avoiding the blonde woman's stare by 
closing her eyes. She smiled, feeling Rat's soft 
caresses like the flutter of moth-wings on her left 
breast, the delicate touch contrasting with Lorna's 
firm confident squeezing and kneading. She heard Rat's 
muttered curse and opened her eyes to see a fresh trail 
of white fluid across her own breast as well as on the 
girl's hand.

"Lick it off!" she advised, and Rat obeyed with a nod, 
her small pink tongue cleaning the back of her hand 
before swirling around Finn's nipple to lap up the warm 
cock-juice.

Rat then watched attentively as Lorna first kissed, 
then gently sucked her sister's right nipple. The girl 
mirrored the action without further prompting, 
imitating Lorna by using her teeth to nibble the teat.

"Gently," Finn whispered, hugging Rat in the crook of 
her arm and stroking the thick tangled tresses.

The threesome was an unexpected bonus for the 
spectators, who shouted their approval, applauding 
every lick and caress. The circle was now five ranks 
deep, the most recent arrivals struggling to toil their 
way to the front to gain a better view. Premium space 
on the front rank was now restricted, the two merchants 
and their fine ladies having secured their position by 
bribing Gelmo and another sailor to preserve it at all 
costs. At any one time, six or seven stiff cockstems 
were being energetically pumped on the inner rim of the 
throng, most ejaculations being aimed at the trio of 
writhing bodies but some missing the target to spatter 
the legs and feet of bystanders. Finn and Lorna shared 
a wry smile when a ruffianly wharf-drifter roared 
himself to a climax, spurting his juice in a high arc 
that showered the elegant blonde's expensive velvet 
cloak. The rest of the audience erupted in laughter as 
she vainly tried to wipe away the messy stains, and 
even her own companions chortled at her misfortune.

Lorna whispered to Finn, who in turn spoke gently in 
Rat's ear. The girl nodded and sat up, before crawling 
to lie on top of Finn, her skinny suntanned body dark 
against the warrior woman's white flesh. Finn ran her 
hands along the girl's flanks and over her small 
buttocks, planting tender kisses on her face. Rat 
reciprocated by parting Finn's lips with her tongue and 
kissing her eagerly, almost feverishly, pausing only to 
lick splatters of fresh semen from the pale beautiful 
face. Finn felt small firm breasts pressing against her 
skin and grinned at the tickle of tiny hard nipples, 
grinning again at the squelching noises emanating from 
her belly as Rat wriggled fish-like in sticky dregs of 
cock-juice.

Rat became a shield against the showers of semen, the 
girl's back, buttocks, legs and hair receiving a 
succession of hot spurting ejaculations that would 
otherwise have splattered Finn. Lorna remained 
unprotected, resigned to the onslaught and no longer 
bothering to wipe the white slime from her face and 
body. Her hair stuck up in black spikes where she had 
tried unsuccessfully to rub away the clammy globules, 
but now she recognized the fruitlessness of the task 
and instead looked forward to a hot bath. 

She sat upright, offering a prime target for one 
masturbating sailor who crouched beside her to 
ejaculate over her breasts, his bulging purple cockhead 
barely inches from her face. His boldness paved the way 
for other spectators, who stepped closer to the naked 
threesome despite a tirade of warnings from Belmaris. 
Engorged cocks were soon spraying their fluid from 
short range, enabling their owners to aim with lewd 
precision at the women's mouths, breasts or intimate 
parts. Undaunted, Lorna persevered with the task and 
wormed her right hand beneath Rat's buttocks to fondle 
the girl's cunt, feeling the slit tight and moist as 
she probed it with her forefinger. Rat began to gasp 
and shudder, but kept her lips clamped to Finn's mouth. 
maintaining the kiss even when Lorna's expert caresses 
brought her swiftly to orgasm.

A spray of semen across Rat's twitching buttocks marked 
the bustling crowd's approval, whetting its appetite 
for further acts of debauchery.

"Skewer the ass!" a rough voice yelled, and the call 
was echoed from elsewhere among the crowd, rising to a 
boisterous chant. "Skewer the ass! Skewer the ass!"

Lorna responded by pulling Rat off her sister's body 
and rolling Finn onto her belly, signalling to the girl 
that she should kneel between Finn's legs. While Rat 
made herself comfortable, Lorna knelt beside Finn and 
leaned over to massage her pert buttocks, squeezing the 
firm flesh and listening to her sister's appreciative 
moans. Then, to the obvious delight of the crowd, Lorna 
held the buttocks apart and invited Rat to explore the 
tight cleft between them. The girl pushed her 
forefinger into the cleft, finding Finn's rosebud deep 
within and teasing it with gentle caresses. The 
squirming of Finn's slim hips excited the front rank of 
spectators, several of whom were already stimulating 
their cocks to a second or third orgasm. At Lorna's 
suggestion, Rat's finger penetrated Finn's asshole and 
wriggled along the sensitive fleshy tunnel, twisting 
and turning, curling and tickling, until Finn lay 
gasping on the red blankets. Her eyes were half-closed 
and her lips were parted, presenting a target for Old 
Gelmo, who squatted beside her head to empty the feeble 
dribble of his third ejaculation into her mouth. But it 
was Rat who again bore the brunt of the barrage, her 
kneeling position placing her less than a pace away 
from the front rank of onlookers. White globules 
adorned her tousled hair like misshapen pearls, and she 
cursed at the sensation of semen trickling down her 
spine.

Lorna stuck out her tongue and pointed to her sister's 
ass. Rat immediately understood, bending forward to 
crouch with her head between Finn's thighs while Lorna 
continued to hold the buttocks apart. Some among the 
throng had never before witnessed such a deed and they 
stared in astonishment as the girl's tongue licked 
slowly along the dark cleft. Hoarse drunken yelps and a 
lone female shriek betrayed the crowd's delight when 
Rat pushed her tongue inside Finn's rear passage. The 
girl was a novice at the task but tackled it with 
enthusiasm, lured by the prospect of earning a silver 
shilling. Never before had she pleasured a woman, but 
already she found it more to her liking than being 
groped and poked by a gang of hairy sailors in the 
dockside alleys. She knew, nevertheless, that Finn's 
exaggerated gasping climax was feigned for the benefit 
of the spectators, who cheered and clapped. 

Rat looked at Lorna, who in turn looked over at 
Belmaris. The blonde harlot nodded, striding into the 
circle to stand above the naked glistening trio.

"Friends and guests!" she called out, waving her hands 
to quell the noise. "Listen to me, you dogs! The show 
is ended, and the performers are weary. Go now back to 
your taverns and raise your cups to the artistry of 
tonight's cabaret!"

Her words were acknowledged by a volley of applause, 
and by a shower of coins that fell among the sprawling 
limbs of the breathless threesome. Rat scrabbled around 
on the semen-stained blankets, trying to grab the 
money, but Belmaris gently kicked her out of the way.

"Put away those dripping cockstems!" the harlot 
ordered, pointing at several spectators who were still 
rubbing their foreskins in the forlorn hope of an 
encore. "Fasten your breeches, boys! Then leave this 
place, before the harbour constable arrives."

"He left two minutes ago,' said Old Gelmo, hastily 
buttoning the front of his trousers. "But I hear that 
he enjoyed the display."

Belmaris nodded. "Good! But no doubt he'll expect a 
discount the next time he fucks me in the tavern yard. 
Now off you go, Gelmo, and take your scrawny shipmates 
with you."

Finn sat up and shuffled closer to her kneeling sister. 
Together they watched in silence as the cave rapidly 
emptied, two brawny carpenters remaining behind to 
assist Belmaris with any troublesome stragglers. The 
wealthy merchants were among the last to depart, one of 
them grabbing Rat's arm and dangling a purse of 
jingling coins in front of her face.

"Leave her!" Finn snarled, clutching the man's wrist so 
tightly that he grimaced in pain. "She no longer needs 
your filthy money!"

Cursing, the merchant withdrew, backing away to join 
his companions on the stairs. The blonde woman in the 
velvet cloak chastised him for his cowardice and 
stormed up the steps, casting a final venomous glance 
at Finn.

When the last spectators had left the cave, Belmaris 
thanked the two carpenters and bade them be on their 
way. Soon, only she and Rat and the Raven twins 
remained, and the quartet gleefully counted their 
earnings.

"Eighty-seven shillings!" said Lorna. "Not bad for an 
hour's work."

Finn nodded, weighing a bulging purse in the palm of 
her hand. "This whoring business is easier than I 
thought. More profitable than soldiering, I reckon, and 
probably less dangerous."

"I think not," said Belmaris. "But you girls have 
performed well this evening. Even our little Rat has 
earned her shilling."

"Give her five shillings," said Finn. "She looks like 
she needs a new dress and a steel comb."

Rat grinned, her eyes shining as she accepted five 
silver coins. Her grimy fingers closed tightly, 
protecting her new-found wealth, but she looked up at 
the tall twins and frowned.

"Will you take me with you?" she asked.

Belmaris tugged the girl's hair and caressed her ears. 
"These fine women are warriors. Their home is the 
barren wilderness and the bloody battlefield. You 
cannot go with them when they leave this town. Stay 
here, Rat Girl, and let Belmaris teach you her trade."

Finn and Lorna dressed quickly, muttering at the sticky 
residue that blotched every inch of their bodies like a 
white rash. Rat gazed at them wistfully, wondering if 
they would answer her request, until Belmaris put a 
cloak around her bare shoulders and guided her towards 
the stairs.

********

It was an hour before midnight when Karber was shaken 
from his drowsiness by the returning Raven twins. With 
bleary eyes he counted the money carefully but seemed 
disappointed that the debt was now repaid. He had 
already planned the sisters' enslavement, a dark corner 
of his mind resolving to keep one in bondage at his 
house. He inquired as to the means by which they had 
acquired the money, but they refused to divulge it.

"No doubt you will learn the truth before long," Lorna 
explained.

"Who is the child?" he asked, pointing to the girl who 
stood beside Finn. "She looks like Rat, the harbour 
urchin, though washed and scrubbed and dressed in clean 
clothes."

"The same indeed," said Finn. "And an urchin no more. 
Nor is she a child, but a young woman of sixteen, and 
ripe to join the army. Tomorrow she returns with us to 
the mountains, where she hopes to become a ranger 
cadet."

Karber shook his head. "A soldier? That little minx 
knows only how to thieve and deceive."

"Her qualifications are indeed admirable," said Finn, 
as she and her sister turned and left the room.

Karber stared after them for a while, musing on the 
twins' shapely bodies as they walked down the long 
corridor. With a regretful sigh he bemoaned his lost 
opportunity to snare them as debt-slaves. He would 
gladly have accommodated either Finn or Lorna in his 
cellar for a year, chained and naked, the image making 
him lick his dry wrinkled lips.

"Life is so cruel to an honest man," he muttered, as 
the twins and their young companion disappeared from 
view.

THE END

Ragnar's Basement. Copyright 2004 Trisha Monks.
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