Legends of the Treasure Child

The tall and beanstalk looking Father Corbex wanted so very much to cry out, to cry for mercy and for someone to help, but as he and Father Rutherford together with that creepy Sparrow character set foot on the Crimson Lotus, he realized they’d just passed the threshold to another realm. The world around them dimmed, and the docking area seemed unclear and hazy. Captain John Sparrow told them to set sail, and the large crimson sails folded themselves out as Father Rutherford struggled with the ropes, pearls of sweat beading his forehead, running down his temples. Father Corbex stumbled forward, simply because Sparrow let go off the unseen power he used to spellbind them, strangling their cries in their throats and forcing their feet to steer the body onto the cursed crimson ship. All they could let out were whimpers, but now, they were finally allowed to shout.

Father Corbex stumbled forward towards the stern, attempting to secure a rope which Sparrow had sternly commanded, and as he fell against the railing, holding on as not to fall over board, he caught glimpse of movement, something hanging from underneath the bowsprit. Was it a figurehead? What did she look like? He leaned forward to have a better look.

What he saw made him stumble backwards in shock, screaming from the top of his lungs, crawling away on hands and knees until he crawled right onto Captain Sparrow’s boots.



“I see you found Lieutenant Tully. Not quite the mermaid sort of appearance I hoped for, but he certainly looks a lot healthier without that disgusting beer paunch, wouldn’t ye agree? I just can’t stand fat people, they’re so….hideous. It’s of course quite different when they’re with child, for then the belly takes on quite a different shape” John grunted as he hauled Father Corbex up the short steps to the helm. He tossed him against the pillory, then stood laugh as he saw Father Rutherford attempt to throw himself over board. But just as he was leaping across the railing, an unseen force bounced him right back, and he landed flat on his bottom. He tried again and again, panic-stricken as he was upon seeing the same as Father Corbex had.



“I think you’ll both find, that keeping oneself fit and slim only comes as a result of hard work, no food and more hard work!” John said, hauling Father Corbex onto a pillory which had been put together on the right hand side of the helm, facing the starboard side. John forced Father Corbex into the vacant holes and closed the upper lever down, locking Father Corbex into the pillory by his neck and wrist. Father Corbex was sobbing, shuddering and moaning out his fears and pleas to John for mercy, but John simply ignored him, walking off to fetch Father Rutherford.



“Come along now, Father” John said in a chirpy tone, hauling the somewhat short priest with him up the three small steps to the helm. There was no mistaking that the Crimson Lotus was considerably frailer and a tad shorter than the Black Pearl, but what she didn’t have in mass and firepower, she made up for with speed and black magic. John dragged a struggling Father Rutherford over to the pillory next to Father Corbex, and Rutherford begged and pleaded, swearing never to hurt another living or dead person ever again. His pleas were to little avail, for as soon as John had closed the lever and bolted it like he had with the one on Father Corbex’ pillory, he tore open their nightgown from the hem and all the way up onto the middle of their backs, exposing their backsides. John shivered with anticipation, feeling himself growing hard as he smelled their fears, heard their screams and saw how they struggled to get loose. Their buttocks weren’t much to look at. They were scrawny and pale, hairy and quite unappealing. It was the sheer terror though, that had John taking off, opening his trousers to reveal a rock hard erection jutting out like a machete attached to a rifle. He didn’t show them, desired to take them by surprise, feasting on their disgust and shame as he took them relentlessly. Oh yes, John could most definitely be his demon father’s son, he told himself, not bothering to prepare Father Corbex., inching himself inwards while Father Corbex began to wriggle, screaming in pain at the unwanted intrusion, trying to clench his muscles together to force John out again.. He screamed from the top of his lungs, cursing John out loud. It was then that Father Corbex showed his true self: “How—, how dare you defile a follower of Satan? We’re on the same side! We’re on the same side!”



“Not from where I’m standing” John breathed, happily thrusting away into a hole which he didn’t need to mind, looking forward to finally being able to release himself into something.



“Please I beg you have mercy, it hurts! Mighty Satan, it hurts! I beg Thee, great lord, rescue me!” Father Corbex shouted, his panic-stricken voice cracking, “augh, may you rot in Hell forever, Sparrow” Father Corbex spat out the words, his wrists and neck going raw from the constant friction against the wooden pillory.



“In Hell you say? Well that may at least have been something, but you see, there’s a slight problem. I’m allowed to visit but not to stay as a permanent resident. Sorry but no can do.” John pounded him a little harder, earning himself some pained screams which mixed with the incoherent sobs from Father Rutherford.

By then he’d realized where it all was going, and he’d resigned, realizing he’d never get loose in time. He tried to say a prayer, a rosary, Ave Maria, anything that might work to send him a miracle so he could be delivered from evil.



John breathed hard as he summoned up all his strength, thrusting away as hard as he could as he came. Father Corbex screamed as John’s semen began to burn once it made contact with the insides of his rectum, instantly turning to gold. John pulled out, a satisfied evil grin pasted on his lips while he pulled up his pants, rearranging his clothes back into order. He gave Father Rutherford’s bottom a solid slap on the cheeks before he turned his attention to the helm and the black horizon.