SOUP CHILD PT THREE
Braken Hurter, the Alchemists daughter had taken up the flute to attrack men to give her soup and sex. She had broken off her right little finger and replaced it with a metal one to help her play better.
When ever she played her flute men flocked to give her sustinance and physical affection.
One manish boy she so desired found her music spell bindding. He was the Decons slop bucket boy of the local church. She spent many nights composing songs just for him.
Meanwhile six months had past since the gypsy travler who gave soup and sex to Braken Hurter left her part of town. Now he found himself back there again.
He rememberd those nights of relentless love making so well. And how he shudderd.
'That girl was too much for me' he thought. 'I had my fill. Enough to see me through eturnity. No more do I wish to nurish on bulbus breast.Give me muscles and a hairy chest. For that girl has turned me. I worship the other side of the coin. I dip my quill in the taught buttocks of man. Not the mossy oriface of woman. If she and I should ever meet again...oohhh horrors. For I have changed my name and changed my ways. For I be Cunt Ox.'
The gypsy and his caravan plodded deep into the woods.
'Clipity clop is my price' smiled his horse to a toad sitting on a stone.
Meanwhile Braken Hurter had told the Decons slop bucket boy, who's name was Sprite in his church.. On her way she met Cunt Ox the gypsy. He told her of his cross over to homosexuality. She told him to hide behind the tapestry of Jesus being denied thrice in the church of Decon John. For she was going to do something special to Sprite and Cunt Ox might like to contribute.
Sprite waited for her by the alter. Soon she came running down the isle and stood infront of him.Then she sung her special song for him.
'You got to fill your lungs with love.
Your on fire.
I'll give you me in return.
Does'nt it seem strange how your facial
As I wring your manhood out like a wet sponge.
You've lived a long lonely life.
I say pain never hurts anyone.
As I walk out the door
I'll leave you chewing carpet on the floor.
Oh I feel so fine.'
Sprite was intoxicated. He grabbed Braken Hurter and lusted for her body.
'Did you bring some soup?' she asked him.
'Yes Braken Hurter. Hurry up and drink it down. For I cant wait to play with your breasts.'
She laughed. 'Ha ha ha. Fucking in the house of God? What would Decon John say?'
'Who cares about him. I need you now.'
'Then on the church organ we shall make love.Look...' she said showing Sprite her metal finger. 'I shall work this up your arse as we make love.'
'Great' said sprite.
The church hall echoed with strange and obscure notes of the organ as the two made love in mortal combat. Braken Hurter bit, scratched and kicked poor Sprite.
'I must eat you up' she belched in his face.
Sprite moaned and lusted at the smell of her soupy berp. The Alchemists daughter stuck her metal finger up Sprites arse.
'oohhh yeee' he wailed.
'You like it, donŐt you' she jeered.
'Its an aquired taste' he said in a high pitched voice.
Braken Hurter could see the glinting eyes of Cunt Ox as he hid behind the tapestry of Jesus. She beconed him over. He crept up behind Sprite silently. Braken Hurter removed her finger and Cunt Ox inserted his member.
'Ohhh yee' cried sprite.
'Shut it boy, and relax those muscles' puffed Cunt Ox the gypsy.
The Alchemists daughter clapped her hands with glee. But no one noticed the presence of Decon John who was watching with anger and disgust of the proceedings going on.
The threesome turn their heads and cried "Oh Deacon John" in surprise. Bald and lean Deacon John pearced their inards with his firery eyes.
'Holy saints in Heaven. What is this I find?' he hissed. 'My slop bucket boy being buggerd by cock. A dusty gypsy rodding him. A gypsy I care less for. Your kind of people are a blot on the landscape you travel. Fouling the bushes with your shits and killing trout when you piss in the streams. And what evil is this?' he snarled as his eyes fell on Braken Hurter.
"Why itŐs the Alchemists daughter, Foul, foul and thrice foul. I know your ways and the ways of your beastly father. The storeys of sorcery and witchcraft are a hundred fold. Disgusting rituals in the woods. Well my girl your punishment shall be final. You two numb skulls' adressed Deacon John to the gypsy and Sprite. "Tie the wench up and lay her down on that pew there..'
A five foot high cooking pot was brought in. Braken Hurter was placed in it. Water was poured in up to her chin.
'My frock is wet' she shiverd.
'You like soup donŐt you?' asked Deacon John sinisterly.
"yes. Mmm yes. I cant get enough you know."
'And you like lots of it.'
'Yes I do.'
'Then I propose you die happy. For I shall drown you in soup.'
'What gives you the right to send me to my grave without a fair trial?' said Braken Hurter. 'Mark you this oh Deacon John. I am an alchemists daughter. In my viens runs mystic power. You may kill my body but you wont kill my soul.'
'Well said Daughter of mine'
Down the Ilse strode the Alchemist himself.
'Oh Sperm Father have you come to save me?" said Braken Hurter.
'What is about to happen here' asked the Alchemist.
'I am in the process of drowning your daughter in soup' said the Deacon.
'Father?' cried Braken Hurter.
'Sorry my child. But I've never seen anyone drown in soup before. It sounds most interesting.'
'Beleave me it is a marvel to be seen' said Deacon John placing fire wood under the cooking pot.
'So your not going to save me then father.'
'Lets just see how it goes eh?' replied the Alchemist.
Sprite and Cunt Ox were put to work chopping turnips, carrots and all manner of vegetables. Deacon John sprinkled parsley and fresh chives into the thickening brew. Braken Hurter wriggled with glee as cubes of food came her way.
'Beetroot too. It must be my birthday.'
Deacon John asked her to try the soup. She saipped.
'Is it good oh disgusting smut child?' he asked.
'Yes its fucking champion. YouŐre a good cook you holy arse wipe.'
'Then the time is ripe for your demise.' And with that the Deacon held her head under the soup seven times.
After the first she splutterd. 'None shall see the sun.'
After the second she said 'I shall live always behind the head rests of childrens beds,'
After the third she gagged " None shall live a day in peace.'
After the fourth she vomited ' I shall live always in the dark corner of your attick.'
After the fith she wretched 'none shall feel the warmth of a loving home.'
After the sixth her lungs cracked "I am your worst nightmare.'
After the seventh she said Nothing for she was dead.
'There. It is done' cried Deacon John with more joy than was nesersery.
The Alchemist, Sprite and Cunt Ox the gypsy looked on with hot tears in their eyes.
Deacon John turned to them. 'Now be gone from here you tramps and evil doers of magic. I banish you from this village, never to set foot here again. Not untill you have cast away your pagan ways and have taken up the good book of the Lord.'
'Never" snarled Cunt Ox.
'Go to hell' cried Sprite.
'You ask too much and do too little oh Deacon John.' Sighed the Alchemist. 'Now that you have made me childless I ask only one thing. She had a metal finger. May I have it so that it will remind me of her in my old age?'
The Deacon tore the metal finger of Braken Hurters hand. 'Here. Now go.'
As they sadly walked past the tomb stones in the church yard. They could hear Deacon Johns laughter. Holding his daughters metal finger in the palm of his hand the Alchemist wisperd " Laugh now Deacon. But caution thy self. For I shall have my daughter avenged in blood.'