A Whoremaids Tale: 903 of Babylonian Whoring

[gooberboob]

hehe, the hopping smiley goes with AC/DC's "For those about to rock, we salute you"

[MindsBigger]

...excerpt from 1066 A.H. 4 D.o.R. (684 B.C.post dated)

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On the twelfth day of Ab, exactly sixteen years since his ascension to the throne, Babylon fell. The name Sennacherib would bear the meaning of the anti-Marduk, the incarnation of all things vile and worthless. The few that could bear to speak his name did so only under the gravest of situations. In the history of recorded time, never has a plague of such toxic tyranny been unleashed on the peoples of this, or any land. Sennacherib: the Assyrians scourge, bane of all things Babylon.

Sennacherib took the Assyrian throne upon the death of his father, Sargon II of Akkad, conqueror of the Kingdom of Israel. While his father was heralded as a stout ruler and expander of the Empire, Sennacherib was merely vainglorious. Under the hundreds of years of Assyrian rule, many cities in the Babylonian empire had assimilated into the culture of they oppressors. Their temples went into disrepair. Babylon was the exception. The priest of our great city declared that Marduk would never accept Sennacherib as king. With the Peace party disbanded, after the Assyrians first took control of the city, the priests were able to rouse our people to revolt. Babylon, captured yet unconquered was always the tarnish on Sennacherib’s crown. And then, five years prior to this record, the siege began. I, head Whoremistress Ea, first daughter of Whoremistress Chaldaea -Ehlil's nymph- preserve this account so the future seeds of Babylon can understand the misery of the Days of Ruin. And while the resistance has persevered thus far, I will always fear the coming of the last Babylonian dawn as long as His Wickedness holds the throne.

An uprising of the priesthood had brought Sennacherib back to our city. He was still petulant over his failed conquest of Jerusalem and defeat at the hands of King Hezekiah and the Egyptian support. The priesthood had dispelled of the Assyrian magistrate and rid our temples of Sennacherib's prisms. Had we known he was at our front door perhaps the resistance wouldn’t have made such a spectacle. Alas, the sight of the magistrate stripped naked and banished from the city's gates was quite the pleasing sight to many of our countrymen. We slept well that night.

Few were awake to witness the first iron ball strike the city's wall. None could ignore the subsequent catapult fodder lay siege to our defenses. What little resemblance of our once steadfast wall was pulled down by horse team. Then they came. Our priests were round up and their eyes put out. Anyone who dared to fight was slain. Farmers with hoe and scythe were quickly slumped by Assyrian sword or spear. What was wood was burned. Stone turned to rubble. The fire consumed all of Babylon. The smoke, black as smelt ore draped the landscape like a Hittite burial sheet. The sun could not be seen for twelve days. Twelve days of darkness broken only by the burst of flame that would devour a nearby home hiding amidst the carnage. The palace itself burned for all twelve days. Some say the fires that leapt from top of the Keep could be seen throughout all of Mesopotamia. On the thirteenth day the sun broke.

Most people fled the destruction, to be rounded up as slaves for Sennacherib's new capital in Ninevah. The survivors, those huddled in basement corners and under the city’s canals, emerged on the thirteenth day to witness the ruin. It was unimaginable, Babylon, the gate of the gods, was but brittle stone fragments and scattered piles of ash. The air was caustic. Everywhere were carcasses of birds that had fallen from the sky, blackened by fire and smoke. Most of the above ground portion of the Brothel had been charred beyond repair, but the wine cellar, which was of considerable size, became a refuge for members of the resistance. In the weeks after the blaze we survived on smuggled food and goods from the neighboring farmlands. Word of the destruction of Babylon had spread throughout the continent and Sennacherib's act was widely thought of as a terrible sin. Before the Days of Ruin I was just the head Whoremistress of this brothel, now I was a member of the resistance. There was little choice. We had many allies in the fight against Sennacherib. The Egyptians, Elamites, Chaldaeans and the Arab tribes were ready to join our efforts. Then, four full moons after fire, the floods came.

Not content with burning Babylon to the ground, Sennacherib diverted the mighty Euphrates to inundate what was left. We laughed at the Philistines when there profit, Jeremiah predicted that "Babylon shall sink, to rise no more." And sink it did. The water rose so quickly that we could only take our most important possessions to higher ground. The old and the sick drowned. There was little refuge. Only a handful of structures were habitable above the second story. The brothel was built on a small hill near the city center and so we were able to set up camp on its fire damaged second story. The flood warnings were not heeded as hastily as they should have been. Perhaps we could not believe the Euphrates, giver of life, was bearing the eager of death against us. Most of us did not take flight until our feet ran cold through the Euphrates' mud ridden spawn. My girls managed to save most of our Brothel’s Legacy, but many volumes were lost. For days we survived on our sheer hatred of the Assyrian king. We ate little. We had plotted, or should I say, fantasized about his death, but we could do nothing. Our city was reduced to a few floating planks of charred wood, and we, rats among them. The water receded after several weeks. There was nothing left. The canals were clogged with debris. Mud everywhere. Rubble, hewn trees and the bodies of the resistance were caked with earth. Distorted clay figures haunted us as they slept in our routed streets. There was no resistance this time. Babylon disappeared completely.

For the last four years we have survived on nothing more the morsel we wrestle daily from the tightening grasp of death. But I fear our time has come. Only the most loyal remain. The others have set off for Ninevah, slaves perhaps. If I am to be the last Whoremistress of Babylon then let this be the final chapter in the Tale. We cannot continue under Sennacherib’s reign for much longer. My lungs are filled with dirt and dust. My hands, dried and stretched thin. Has not the great Marduk witness our misery! I mustn’t write any longer. The evening draws nigh and the rats of Babylon must feast.


- Ea, Head Whoremistress of Babylon

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[vovan]

Oh, man, we can't let the whores die, can we? Who will come and save them?

Good stuff, Minds.

[MindsBigger]

i geuss i forgot the first rule of Brothel Based Literature.....more whores = more replies......

....dont worry....there will be more whores in the next chapter.....this is, if i get more replies....

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

Don't mind us. We just took a break for a post-coital *** and a snooze.

[vovan]

Quite sad, really. I liked the last installment more than any other so far...

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Keep going dude, and when you get chance tell me what you think of Fight For Freedom.

[vovan]

Hey, MindsBigger! I don't mean to be bothersome or something, but I was just curious if you are going to continue this story. Please do! I, for one, thing it is a great piece of writing, and would be very saddened if this masterpiece dies unfinished. Please don't mind the lack of feedback from others - I can assure you, many people are waiting for this to continue about as eagerly as I am.

So, get writing!

Please?

[MindsBigger]

sorry for the delay....ive been ill....and busy.....the next chapter should be ready by Teusday at the latest.....

i cant leave Babylon in ruins can i....?

[vovan]

Sorry to hear that you were ill.. Glad to hear that you haven't fogotten about us. Bring on the goods.