Orpheus loved a woman named Eurydice. Eurydice was a total cum slut, and had always been one, but she was Orpheus'cum slut, and no one else's.

Orpheus also sang the blues, and carried a Marine Band harp in his back pocket. For the most part, he was famous for playing the flute glass. Orpheus was torn between his mania for his music and his undying dear for Eurydice. This upset Eurydice. Eurydice thought Orpheus should consider about only her, and should want him to be with her constantly. When Orpheus wanted to practice his flute one day after a big battle instead of fucking her to incapacitation, Eurydice said, `` That 's it '' and walked out. Never to be seen again.

Orpheus wandered the Earth looking for her. In every dark haired charwoman he saw, from behind, he imagined it was her. But it was not. It never was. So Orpheus kept looking.

One day, Orpheus was really lonely, because he had n't seen his married woman in years. He did n't even enjoy playing his fluting anymore, but he still had to, for the money it earned him. His medicine was really sad now, which his patrons could n't get plenty of. All of it made him sick, and now he hated all people.

So he thought it was a good mind to go online one day and look at pornography. He did like some of the telecasting, especially the one that reminded him of Eurydice. How he used to pick her up in the air and slam her against walls when they were fighting and yelling at each other and accusing one another of being narcissistic and then all of a sudden would be fucking like bloodsucking rabbits for hours at a time. He felt guilty about, it, looking at the pornographic films and photo ( not the rough fucking ), and just had to touch himself. He came about every ten minutes or so for an 60 minutes. His penis scathe now, but he could n't cease. So he came a few Thomas More sentence, imagining doing the most horrible things to Eurydice, like grabbing her hair, tying her up, and peeing in her mouth. No matter what, he could n't sleep. And the visual porn had become variety of boring, and not in writing, or violent enough.

So Orpheus found a new place online with written stories, so he thought he 'd flick on that. He started reading some of the stories. Surprisingly, some of the people seemed to have some of the same names and details of the sprightliness of him and the cleaning woman he loved, Eurydice. He read one story about a little girlfriend that sounded like it could give been written by Eurydice herself ! It turned out, Eurydice was really really far-famed on this underground pornographic literary site.

'' Whew '' exclaimed Orpheus. `` At to the lowest degree she has n't been fucking early bozo. '' He thought about it : `` There 's no way she could ingest written so much poppycock under so many different names if she was fucking one ten percent as much as the quality in these stories. ``

Orpheus thought he could get Eurydice 's attention if he wrote a foul enough fib. One that involved fisting, pissing on innocent people, and clobber like that. But Orpheus just could n't do it. Orpheus really just liked to be fair, because it used less energy, and that helped him to relax well-fixed. But, in edict to carry a write up on this web site, it had to have so many characters, that is, letters. Five 1000 to be precise. And boy, that 's alot. Orpheus did n't screw what to do.

So he decided to just say what exactly was on his mind, and to use as many words as possible, which Orpheus did n't wish to do. Orpheus did n't like to talk alot. He preferred to hear. Especially if it was Eurydice, who had the most beautiful phonation he 'd ever heard. Eurydice cast her turn on Orpheus along sentence ago, singing songs for no one, just for herself, when she thought Orpheus could n't hear, by the brook. Orpheus loved her. Her sexy and tuneful representative was in his header constantly. As was her consummate consistence.

Orpheus knew if he stopped typing the unit thing could gate-crash. Everything he had typed so far would be deleted, so he just had to keep going. `` Only three hundred and seven characters left to typewrite, '' he thought to himself. But still, there was no sign of Eurydice. Only Death.

The Lady Death. Orpheus was n't for certain if Eurydice was actually death herself, that she only appeared beautiful and full of love for him. To be honest, Orpheus was confused about just about everything.

All the stories he was pretty for certain Eurydice had written seemed to fly in the face of all the values that Eurydice herself had trained him to believe. As in considering Honesty to be important. She had also taught him to think that Art was a complete shadow man, a sum myth. To see his devotee embracing facsimiles of life made him even lose faith in her !

Still, Orpheus went forward, and entered Hell. But Eurydice could n't be seen anywhere. Just a caboodle of bodies wearing colorful underwear and all crying out `` mom ! '' and `` papa ! '' and just whipping each other.

So he decided to call out to all the people in there :

'' Hey !

'' I 'm looking for soul named Eurydice. Has anyone seen her ? '' No one paid Orpheus any mind. Everyone just kept whipping and peeing and cumming on one another. `` Eurydice ! Can you get wind me ? '' Orpheus did n't know what to do. So he did what he always did when he was scared and alone.

He played his flute glass. A boring Sung dynasty, with notes that seemed to in conclusion forever, birdcall which told in a way Holy Writ can not, the tragic nature of honey itself. A song that made everyone still, and tranquillise. Now that he had everyone 's attending, everyone except for a ring of gangbangers in the spinal column, Orpheus spoke :

'' I'm not a writer or anything like that. I'm just trying to get through to someone I love who may be lost down here. Where is the Devil ? ``

'' We are all Kings here. We have no leader. God is a cumslut. '' And everyone laughed.

Orpheus started again, `` Ok, Whatever you do, if this bores you and stuff because there's no cumfucking in my plot or whatever, leave now. By leave now, I mean, go read about cumfucking and micturate on one another elsewhere. But I am looking for a mortal who is deep down an sinless individual, and I want to protect her. If there is a hell, it's sure to be this lieu. Go ahead, get your powertrip, hit the negative push button, and palpate goodness about yourself. Or leave now. Whatever. ``

Everyone stayed unruffled, and seemed sad.

'' The person I'm looking for is sad and lonely. Her own Father of the Church may have taken advantage of her when she was a untried lady friend, and shared her with his friend. I am sad to hear about this. Her stepfather, Kyle, was grooming her it seems from early childhood, and. ,. ''

Just then the one who spoke for them all interrupted, `` Yeah yeah yeah."Get out of here you pillock moralist. You 're killing our fun. You do n't be intimate anything, you ... ''

As he spoke, I snapped my wooden transverse flute over my knee and charged this man and stuck the two objet d'art into his pharynx. line of descent was gushing everywhere now on my face and arms. Orpheus was sad to break his skillful flute over this, but it had to be done. Then he continued :

'' If it was over someone you loved, I am pretty certain you would be ready to kill whoever got in the way of protecting her. So you can all be a bunch of pussies and call the cops on me. Or erase my chronicle. Or you can facilitate me. I 'm here for one thing. And no one else better try to terminate me.

'' The cleaning lady in question, Eurydice, '' I continued, when everyone got tranquilize again, and they had removed the stagnant guy 's body away and were eating it amongst themselves, `` seems to have made it very big in this smut world. Possibly getting various hundred thousand hits for her history. She is a gifted author, and I believe it is time for her to transition out of here, and get into more lucrative publication opportunities, telling the real story about life sentence, and not a made up one. Getting bunch of hit from a cluster of weirdo. ``

In the corner, where Eurydice was getting gang banged by people she imagined were Orpheus and his ally and her own family members, she heard a familiar interpreter. Plus, everyone else was smooth now. But Eurydice could not terminate the gangbanging, no subject what. What a petty cumslut she was.

Orpheus continued, `` Maybe she is doing it for the money. I can not blame her there, and I hope she will be capable to use the gravid skills she has mastered here to transition into Sir Thomas More mainstream markets. If you hear me, Eurydice, you know who you are, and you know who I am. I wo n't leave here until you with me. And with this Orpheus pulled out the harmonica he kept in his cover sac for situations like this, when his flute was too wet to play, or was broken into pieces that had been lunged into that dead guy getting cannibalized nearby, if there was even a body left. And Orpheus played that harmonica like it was the sweetened peach nectar of Eurydice herself.

Eurydice recognized the music immediately, and knew it was the man that she really loved. She left the gangbang sesh, and ran to him, `` Orpheus ! '' she cried.

They held one another in that den of theives, and wept .