Chapter Text
The sound of the rickety stair echoed through the room in which they were kept, seated awaiting further revelations as they were, exchanging pointless glances, amused yet also a little bit perturbed by the situation that had evolved. A young man, naked save some sort of simple silky underwear and a tightly laced purple corset, with his flaccid dick swaying between his legs as he shifted in the door, guarded them, looking now and then out into the hallway with an expectant gaze. His face lit up with the smile of centuries of longing, and he backed into the room; into the frame of the door stepped so yet a further young man, of short stature, with a pretty well-shaped face, a small chin, relatively high cheekbones, dark eyes – almost black – and long straight black hair tied into two equal bunches on each side. It glistened as he moved into view, with the older man and his grass-soiled khaki trousers behind him, hands on his shoulders. The slim body of the new arrival was wrapped in a pink short-cut kimono, with a grey sash wrapped tightly around the thin waist.
“Hello?” the boy spoke. Though the accent was most definitely strange, Hikari and Rin both understood what he was saying, and replied. The boy seemed surprised and taken aback by this fact, turned around and spoke to the tall man. “Yes?” Hikari replied.
The boy turned around and whispered towards Sir Geoffrey, who then waited, put a hand under his shoulder and relayed some orders. Sir Geoffrey turned around, left, and promptly returned with some rope; Anne, in silence, made the two stand up and assisted the tying of the ropes around their arms behind their backs, as well as around their legs.
Then he said a few more things to Anne, who turned to the prisoners, the intruders.
“Who are you? Where are you from? What is with those ears?”
Though some words and expressions they did not understand fully, they were able to guess roughly what was meant and answer accordingly. “We are from Nyanmar,” Hikari said, “and somehow we ended up here.” Some word there turned the boy into a question mark, but he seemed to work out what was meant eventually, and relayed what they had said to the grassy man, who seemed not at all pleased with the answer.
“What is this Nyanmar?” Anne asked.
“Where we come from.”
Anne turned to Sir Geoffrey, who stilled looked as suspicious as ever. “They keep insisting on this Nyanmar-thing, Sir.”
“Well, I don’t know what the bloody-well that is!”
“It might be,” Anne said, “that they are referring to some kind of mythic kingdom. I’ve heard tales, when I was young, about these spirits... with animal ears...”
“Preposterous! You aren’t seriously suggesting that they are spirits? Look at them!” He went up to Hikari, touched the smooth fur of those ears, making the latter quiver with bother. “Physical beings, just like you and I! There’s no magic here! There’s no magic anywhere, in-fact!”
“But – what of the ears?”
“Mutations! Evolution! Who knows? A scientific enigma. They aren’t attachable though, I don’t think...” Sir Geoffrey tugged on the ear, but it was stuck in place, it’s inside smooth and pink, covered with fine white hairs. “And those tails, too!” Hikari tried to sway his tail away from the prying hand, but it was not long before he grabbed hold of it and pulled, rather harshly, “ideal for when they are to be buggered!”
“Do you want to do that right away?”
“No,” he said, “take them to the bathroom and give them a flush through. It’s sure to make spies and liars talk.” He looked on the watch on the wall, and seeing that the hour was nearing his tea-time appointment, he sighed with disappointment. “Sadly, I cannot be present during this, but please, do your best. I shall have to attend to some business. I ought to be back well before nine. If there’s some really urgent need, do not hesitate to call the Gamahuching Manservant’s Tavern, you know the number, but do please deal with it by the best of your abilities before going so far! I shall have to be off immediately once I change clothes – this bloody grass...”, and he walked off complaining to himself in the direction of his chambers.
“Come with me”, Anne said to the two interlopers, and took Hikari’s hand, who got up and stumbled slowly in tow. Mary did the same with Rin, and they were thus guided through the long mutedly lit corridors, whose walls were covered with odd paintings of moustached gentlemen in suits and tie, little gold inscriptions at the bottom rendering their unreadable names. The wallpapers were browned flower patterns. Primitive electric lighting slightly flickered now and then, fading gently and then brightening again. They were taken to a room at the end of a corridor, whose door was narrow enough that they had to go in after the other; there, Rin was sat down on the toilet seat, while Hikari was made to stand with his bum over the yellow-painted steel bathtub, in a rather uncomfortable position. Now and then Anne and Mary would laugh slyly, and speak in their foreign tongue that Hikari and Rin could not understand – and then, the great cold!
Hikari could feel something being forced rather roughly into his bottom, though he could not see what was being done; it was the edge of a short plastic hose that was plugged into the water-tap, and when Anne turned the valve, water flushed into his back passageways; an subterranean river that breaks through rock and floods into a coal mine, drowning countless workers. Hikari whined through gritted teeth, but took it in stride; the water soon stopped pouring in, and he found himself instead beset by abdominal cramps; and before long, he voided his bowels into the bath-tub. The waste was flushed down, and his buttocks cleansed, and then he was, shuffling as he did with his legs and arms tied, moved back; and it was Rin’s turn. He went through the same ordeal, but managed overall to stay quieter than had Hikari. The two servants that did these acts to them seemed amused and used to the situation, as though it was a regular occurrence in this otherworldly place.
When they were done, and their arses sore but clean, they were guided down a steep wooden stair into a dark basement room, where fitted to a low wooden platform were three set of stocks, into these the captives were fitted and locked into position, and gag-balls were fitted over their faces so that they wouldn’t be able to talk, and as the two servants left they turned off the electric light and let the room be filled with that endless darkness.
For some time – they could not know how long, for being in a strange and alien place tends to distend time – they were silent and still save uncomfortable shuffling in the dark, trying to move into a better position or something of the sort, which was not very possible. Then, a door creaked open somewhere, though no light was cast across the floors as far as they could see, and with light paws against the wooden floors there came sneaking the unmistakable presence of dogs; the laboured breathing, the musky wet smell; yes, there were now dogs in that room.
They moaned and drooled, but could do little else; the dogs sized up their bottoms, licked underneath their skirts with cruel consciousness and awareness that indicated they had been trained for this tasks. Back in Nyanmar, there were Germoid reservations where dogs were still around, the primitive of the Germoids evidently intent of keep breeding them, exploiting for their own benefit the dumb animal’s herd-behaviour and then all the while thinking that the animal’s following orders is an intelligent thing. Only Germoids – the people of this world they had ended up in seemed a lot like them, though less savage and slightly different – could think that an animal blindly following orders was admirable. They acted much like that with their own offspring as well...
Now, the dogs wet tongues lapped against their buttocks, whining between each other, and though Rin and Hikari whined and tried to convey vocal resistance, the animals were unrelenting, soon scraping their unseen phalluses against their behinds, struggling at first to find the right direction of entry, but eventually succeeding nevertheless; forcing their way in, thrust upon thrust, their pricks swelling and leaking all the while seminal fluid which dripped down both of their perineum’s and down the backs of their inescapably erect cocks. The dogs went in. They moaned. The dogs barked and fucked away, filling their bowels with their self-made lubricant while their knots swollen and huge smacked before their testicles against the region around their holes.
So the dogs went on. They were large dogs. Their mouths exhaled rancid stench next to their faces, their legs tapped like dancers against the wooden platform, and with enough pushing, their bulging knots penetrated and went inside; both Rin and Hikari vomited forth muffled shouts as it transpired. The warm semen filled them, and the dogs, bored and listless, tried to walk away, but were stuck, their fat plugs launched within. They were stuck like that for a while, their hoses still pouring that warm fluid inside, until it slowed to a drivel and a rough tug let them out. Hikari was the first to get loose, Rin heard the frightening plop; and then it was his turn, and all the same it went; plop, plop. The ejaculate flowed form their bottom’s, flowing along the perineum and dripping from their cock-tops onto the platform.
The dogs scurried away pretty quickly, vanishing into the dark, somewhere unseen, and did not return. Their bottoms were sore. Time lapsed. It might have been almost a further hour before the door through which they had been brought in suddenly slammed open, and Anne hurried into the room while breathing heavily.
“The police,” Anne said, “are coming any minute now, and we have to leave. Mary already left. We received a telegram from the hotel where Sir Geoffrey was, from a friend of his, proclaiming he had been arrested, and that they were on their way to come here.” He proceeded to quickly unlock the stocks of the prisoners. “We have to get out of here before they come. You don’t want to be here when the morality department’s detectives get here. Now, come on.” He took hold of Hikari, who was closest to him, and dragged him by his arm up the stairs. Rin followed silently, realising the gravity of the situation.
They ran across the big grassy garden, past the hedges sculptured into naked men and monstrous animals with gigantic erections, until they came to the brick-based wrought-iron fence that marked the property’s end.
“We have to climb over this here, to get into the alley at the rear of the house,” Anne said. “Can you do it?”
Hikari and Rin looked at each other, and then nodded in reply.
It was not a very difficult task for them to scale it – in fact, it took longer for Anne, and they had to assist him, and when he finally made it over, they heard from the other end of the house, the obnoxious irregular wail of a police siren (though neither Nyanma had ever heard such a thing before, they reasoned from the nastiness of the sound that it must be the muscled arm of the law that was at work).
For now, they had no choice but to forget about the Golden Egg and the shower-like contraption in which they had arrived. Undoubtedly, they would have to go back to find it later on, to return from where they had come.
Anne finally got down from the fence. From the time it had taken, the police would surely be at the door by now. Surely they were already trying to knock the front door down, hoping to gain access and seizing whoever was inside.
“Where do we go? We cannot go too far away – we must come back here for our equipment that is left in the garden.”
“I know a good place,” Anne said, “it’s a place where the police don’t really enter.”
It seemed to be the best course of action at the moment.