New Port City Blues

I may have the worst luck of all my siblings. My first two brothers both died in a freak accident involving a kumquat and a manticore. My older sister on the other hand got embroiled in a cult dealing in some substance known as “demonic energy”. I on the other hand am about to be sold, enslaved, and live out the rest of my life in shame. Perhaps I should give you some information about how I wound up in this predicament.

First and foremost the residents of this city of mine are odd and varied. Most strikingly are the majority of the women in my city. Some have horns, tails, scales, and even made completely of goo. That’s right, I live in the wonderful New Port City, home to the first attempt of monster human co-existence. “New Port City”, they used to say, “a place where both mankind and monster-folk could start anew.”

Though the city which I live in is a melting pot of cultures, it is also a cesspool of crime. This wasn’t the state of affairs before. The city was filled with kind and gentle people willing to help their fellow monster or man. Well it was that way until the government passed that damned prohibition act, banning the act of giving semen to the monster girls.

Artificial semen substitutes had been created for the monster girls by that damned company Olympian Industries. Thus foolish humans argued that monster girls no longer needed the real stuff to keep themselves sustained. And then some stupid politicians got it in their head that the actual stuff would empower the monster girls and they may gain the potential to enslave all of humanity. Pretty fucking stupid if you asked me but then again politicians aren’t exactly our best and brightest. Of course this was all political bull crap created by a bunch of incompetent fools and the greedy CEO of Olympian Industries so that they could force monster girls to depend on their artificial crap saying it was for the good of both man and monster. To make things even worse they made it nigh impossible for man and monster get married, which was the only legal way for monster to acquire natural semen.

This was all most likely a political and social backlash funded by the ignorant or just the racist against the monster integration program that happened years back. Monsters had been long hidden from mankind until one day they decided to integrate with society. This was a period of great prosperity and cultural integration until we realized that monsters only gave birth to more of their kind. Then some yellow paper fearmonger set off the spark that would blow the situation out of proportion. The dumbass had the nuts to say the human race would be doomed as man prefered monster-folk over their own kind. And because of this preference soon monsters would become the majority, run everything while the human race would decline and end up as second class citizens.

This load of crap snowballed until it finally became a giant flaming pile of shit that was the anti-monster groups which would lobby for the prohibition act. This led to fools like my two brothers to fuel the anti-monster movement oppressing and monster-folk and their lovers. My two brothers managed to earn the Darwin Award after they believed that kumquats would prevent monsters from attacking them. So they smeared kumquat juice over their bodies and went to a manticore’s house intending to kill her and her husband. Needless to say the manticore mauled them to death.

In response to the prohibition act, crime lords started setting up shop in New Port City. The first one being Don Fortunata Messineo, the succubus queen setting up the red light districts in New Port City. Then came the Yakuza led by their charismatic Kitsune empress who opened up their factories to provide product for those who couldn’t afford a night with one of the Don’s whores. Soon followed the vampires and their undead buddies, coming from Russia to provide muscle for those with the money.

Many underground semen trading markets showed up created by monstergirls who bought and sold semen for those who wanted the “real product” after law made giving the real product illegal and marriage nigh impossible. Men who were in debt or just unlucky got sold into factories where they are milked every day for their “product”. The luckier ones get sent to brothels to service monsters every night.

After my brothers died in their kumquat experiment and my sister gone I was left alone with the alcoholic whore that was my mother. Our family used to be very rich as my father had made his fortune by selling land in Germany. We lived a decent life until my father died and all the money went to my mother. She was a spoiled brat who married my poor father for the money. Once my father’s tight grip on the purse loosened with his death, she quickly lost all the money gambling. Unable to fuel any of her addictions without out money she made a loan from the Yakuza thinking she could turn things around at the tracks. With what little money she did occasionally win she spent it all on clothes, jewels, perfumes, and other stupid trinkets instead of paying back the Yakuza. Finally in a drunken stupor she fell into the tracks and was hit by an incomming train. If you had to ask me that was probably the best birthday present she could give me.

As I had no one left in my family the debt soon fell onto me. I knew I had to do at least something or face imprisonment in one of the the Yakuza’s many infamous factories. I knew that there was the charismatic Don Messineo in the upper city so with little left to lose I begged the Don to cover my family’s debt. In exchange I would work in one of her brothels until I paid off every last cent back to her. Fortunately or unfortunately for me the Don loved pretty young boys and she was looking for a companion for the night. After possible the most degrading experience in life for me I was made into the Don’s personal plaything. There I learned all the trades of a pleasure slave. I learned to sing, to clean, to massage, to cook, and how to pleasure a woman.

It wasn’t all bad though, the Don gave me an education I never could have gotten had I stayed in the slums. I learned the basic things like reading, writing, and arithmetic. And when the Don discovered my wit I was educated in many subjects so that I could provide and interesting conversation. I learned philosophy, art, science, and language from the Don’s consigliere, Naomi Faust. The Don’s sword toting underboss, Eve Vachon also took a great liking to me and taught me how to shoot a gun, cast some basic spells, and even how to fence.

The years passed and I grew into a young man. I was quite happy with the situation I was in despite its bleak beginning. The Don and her women were kind and gentle with me and I discovered an odd affection for them.The Don was the mother I had always wished for and her subordinates were like a bunch of spoiled older sisters to me. Call it Stockholm Syndrome but I loved them all. I loved all the conversations I had with Fortunata from subjects from our favorite novels to our favorite drinks. I loved it whenever Naomi would give me that rare gentle smile whenever I asked her to teach me something. I loved it when Eve would grin with delight whenever I invited her to fence or drink together.

And right when I was happiest things went all south again. A gang war broke out between the succubi and the undead. The undead had long since had their eyes on the Messineo Family’s racket and had recently gotten political power after one of their own became mayor of New Port City. The Messineo Family fought with all their strength but the undead had the support of both the Yakuza, the Russian Vampire Mob, and even the corrupt officials of New Port City. In a few short weeks of fighting the police arrested most of the key members of the Messineo's while the gangs wiped out the rest. Eve was defeated by the Mad Dulhann and the Ghoul Queen. Then Faust was captured while trying to save Eve. Finally Fortunata gave herself up to save the lives of her subordinates.

To humiliate the Don, I was drugged and brutally gang raped in front of the remnants of the once proud Messineo Family. For a month I was locked in a dungeon without light. Over the years I made a lot of “fans” with my reputation of the lover of a succubus queen and her two sister and the Messineo Family made a lot of enemies,so victors would bring me out at irregular intervals just so they could rape me in front of the my family. Worse was that they had deprived the Don and her girls of semen for days on end. Succubi require much more demonic energy than the regular monster and they were all at their breaking point. Despite that they were begging in tears pleading for my captors to stop hurting me instead of begging for my semen.

I will never forget the faces of despair on my family. The tears of blood dripping down Naomi’s eyes as she tried to cast magic to smite the monsters toying with me. How Eve madly screamed threats of death at first but finally just cried bitter angry tears watching me get raped. And how Fortunata constantly tried tearing off her restraints so she could tear my assailants to pieces.

And as a final insult to the Don, all her property, were all auctioned off. They sold her art collection, her wine collection, her guns, her land, and finally her crown jewel. As much as I wish to say that her crown jewel was a brilliant diamond or an enchanting sapphire, that jewel was me.

Restrained and naked I slowly was forced onto stage by a minotaur for everyone to see. I was then greeted by a giggling crowd of monster-folk all with anticipating eyes raping me. The room darkened then all the lights were shone on me. As I tried to hide my nakedness the minotaur guard grabbed my arms and forced them up. Then with a booming voice she spoke.

“NOW FOR WHAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, THE DON’S MOST PRIZED POSSESSION, NICOLAS EHRLICHMANN!”

The minotaur dropped me to the ground then stuck her finger into my mouth revealing my pearly whites to the eager crowd. In an attempt to resist, I bit down hard on her finger.The damned beast didn’t even notice.

“AS YOU CAN SEE HE IS IN GOOD HEALTH”

She then grabbed my penis and began to stroke me in order to force me erect. She first gently stroked me with tenderness I never would have expected from a brute like her all while pressing her massive breasts against my back. Then she slowly licked the nape of my neck and turned my face to her.

“please don’t....”

I weakly begged the minotaur. Ignoring my plea she leaned in and violently forced a kiss onto me. The minotaur stuck her long wet tongue into my mouth and raped every corner of it. I tried to protect what little pride I had left but eventually I raised my flag in surrender much to the minotaur’s and my audience’s delight. Smiling with pride she then turned her head back to her captive audience.

“TRAINED BY A SUCCUBUS QUEEN HIMSELF I’M SURE HE WILL PROVIDE MUCH ENTERTAINMENT FOR ANY ONE OF YOU.”

Then she began stroking me wildly, obviously trying to provide a free sample to the eager crowd below. Pumping her hand on my prick while violently raping my mouth she slowly increased the speed. Hips bucking and eyes rolling back I finally spurted out my last bit of dignity along with my sperm. My semen splattered on to the stage in front of the enemies of my Don, each one of them laughing at my humiliation. The minotaur then dropped me onto the ground knowing I was too weak to even crawl away.

“BIDDING STARTS AT $100,000!”

-Oh my Don, if only I had the strength left to bite my tongue and end this all I would. But some part of me still clings to the hope that you and your sisters will come and save me. If only I had the strength....-

Time became illusory to me as I flicked in and out of consciousness. Finally it seemed like the bidding was over. There were a few upset faces that I recognized in the dwindling crowd. The Fox Empress of the Yakuza cursing angrily at the ground while glaring bitterly at me like a child who lost her favorite toy to a bully. She originally held my mother’s debt and had often expressed regret for selling me to Don Messineo after she saw me grow up.

“Congratulations, Nick you fetched us $1,500,000. Fifteen times your original price. I’m sure Don Messineo will be pleased.”

With those mocking words I finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I finally woke up I found myself in a gorgeously soft silken bed with halcyon white drapes hemming its borders. I looked around and soon discovered that I was in a black gothic room decorated with lavish furnishings. The room was lit dimly by a tall candlestick with periwinkle fire gently scattering its soft light across the room. The walls were jet black with criss-crossing stripes of gold that added colour to the otherwise dull walls. And leaning on one of those elegant walls was an ornate mahogany book shelf that was filled with rare books, powerful tomes, and ancient grimoires. Finally on the nightstand that rested on the right of my luxurious bed there was a picture of me and my sister smiling happily together as we played gaily in our old backyard.

With a sinking feeling in my chest I quickly realized who my new master was, it was the mayor of New Port City.The woman who orchestrated the fall of my Don and her sisters. The woman who joined the cult of a powerful lich only to wrest power away. The woman who abandoned me after my father and brothers died to escape my mother. The woman who gave up her humanity and turned into a wight. It was my older sister Nicole Ehrlichmann.

“My my, and I was enjoying being able to watch the cute sleeping face of my little brother.”

The chilling voice of the beautiful older woman appeared as Nicole stepped through time and space, materializing into the bedroom. What appeared before me was the beautiful figure of my older sister. Everything about her was just inviting. She had a beautiful hourglass shaped body with large ample breasts that were barely contained in her dress. Her lavender gown greatly emphasized her fine buttocks with wide womanly hips to complement. The long revealing night dress had a long opening at the sides of the skirt which revealed her plump velvety thighs covered in pale lavender stockings. Her long wavy snow blonde hair cascaded down from her head in a long ponytail like a wave of golden silk. She had pale alabaster skin which shimmered in the moonlight peeking out of the bedroom window with a spellbinding glow. Most strikingly were her blood red eyes which burned like magma, brimming with love and lust. Even her scent tickled my nose with girlish witchery igniting the animalistics desires in me. Had I not been raised by a succubus queen I am sure that I would have submitted.

“I am quite pleased brother. Just the sight of me would’ve caused a lesser man to kneel down and beg to be my slave.”

Then with a giggle she drew in closer to me and slowly began to slowly stroke my cheek with one pale white finger. She had a beautiful snow white hand with floral lilac nails that was deathly cold. Despite her inviting touch, I felt repulsed by her act of adoration.

“You have no right to call me brother Nicole.”

With mock horror Nicole put her hands onto her cheeks and feigned a look of surprise on her pale white face. Then slowly forming a teasing grin, she stared closely into my face with her dark crimson eyes grinning madly.

“Oh and why is that?”

Years of bubbling black hatred that I had for my family burned. I had long since thought that I had locked my hatred inside of me and that time and my family of succubi had helped cool the flames of my hate. But seeing the sister that I once loved acting as if she still deserved familial love despite throwing her household away like trash finally sent me over the edge.

“You left me to rot with our mother! Who do you think had to withstand the brunt of all her anger! Her madness! Her cruelty! Who do you think was left in the end to pay back all of her debts once she died. You burnt that bridge long ago Nicole, we are no longer family.”

There was poison dripping out of every syllable in my little outburst but Nicole wasn’t even phased. Instead she gently reached for my palm with one of her angelic hands then smoothly caressed it with tenderness and warmth. Then while lifting my hand to her face she slowly pressed it against her ice cold cheek. Staring deeply back at me she slowly but deliberately crafted her explanation.

“The reason why I left in the first place was to get power and money so we could escape together. I needed money and power to bring you away from New Port City so we could live together. I wanted to run away back to Germany with you, back to the countryside where we could live freely, away from all the pain. But the quickest way to get power as a human was to become a monster. And the quickest way to get money was to get it from someone else.”

“Then why did you have to destroy the family that took me in when you failed to save me!”

In an instant her once kind and sisterly eyes blazed over with anger and madness.

“After I got my power and money it was already too late. That slut Fortunata had already sunk her claws into you. I’ve always been trying to buy you away from that succubus queen. But that filthy whore never budged no matter what I offered. So I knew I just had to seize more money and more power. I became the mayor of New Port City so that I could use the police and insider information to egg the Yakuza and the undead to war. Everything was for you my brother. My love.”

“You are insane”

I tried to escape, but in one well-practiced movement she leaned in and pressed her icy lavender lips onto mine. I tried to resist but she pinned me down to the bed while plunging her tongue into my mouth. This wasn’t a kiss filled with lust, it was a kiss to express feelings. Pure raw emotion poured madly into my body scalding it with Nicole’s twisted love. She one-sidedly kissed me for what seemed like an eternity until finally she broke away with a trail of saliva still connecting our mouths together.

“I won’t brainwash you into my slave brother. I know you are stronger than that. After all you managed to not become that old hag’s toy, just merely her servant.”

“Why?” I practically screamed

“Because I LOVE YOU. I love your soft chestnut brown hair. I love your strong silver eyes. I love your perfectly toned body. I love how you show kindness even to those who don’t deserve it. I love how hard working you are. I love how well learned you are. I love how charming you look when you wear your glasses before reading your favorite novels during the night. I love it when you play with your hair when you get nervous. I love it how you tap your foot along to music. I love how you look when you put on an apron and cook. I love it how cute you look when you get embarrassed. I love how excited you look whenever you learn a new spell. I love how you drool a little bit when you sleep and how your chest gently rises and falls. I love how adorable you look when you get up in the morning. I just love watching you work up a sweat and how you dry the sweat on your face with your shirt. I love it how determined you get for a competition. I’ve watched you with my familiars for so long without being able to touch you so I know everything about you.  I’m going to make you fall in love with me no matter what it takes. After all you are all mine now...”

And with that, Nicole left me alone in the dark. Exhausted from our reunion I tossed and turned around in my bed searching for sleep. And when I finally fell into the lake of dreams, I dreamed of the women who I owed my debts too.