Threaten Bulgarmet

Giving in to your twisted desires is exactly what this fiend wants. While getting your mouth around his fleshy tumescence might speak to your depravity, but you have other ideas for Bulgarmet's vile manhood. You see a similar thought occur to your twin, but you act more swiftly and grab Bulgarmet's protruding cockmeat with both hands. It is warm and greasy beneath your fingers. It flexes unwholesomely in reaction to your touch.

"What are you doing?" demands your twin.

"Let me out of here, Bulgarmet, or I'll twist this wart off your body!" You squeeze and twist your hands in opposite directions like you are trying to wring out a rag. The walls crackle and flex around you and Bulgarmet's demonic voice emerges from every direction as a shocked whine of pain.

"Play nice, little one!" cries the daemon.

Boneless limbs thrust in from several holes in the wall and fat, stubby hands reach out to grab you. Sensing the attack, your twin fends off the limbs with skilled kicks and chops of her battle-honed fists. She glances back over her shoulder.

"Do it, sister! Rip it off!"

You begin to twist and pull as hard as you can.

"Noooooo!" screams Bulgarmet. "No! Let go of me!"

The walls begin to contract and shake. Boards pop loose and pink flesh bulges through the cracks. Your twin does everything she can to fend off Bulgarmet's frenzied attacks, but some of his hands grab at your shoulders and legs. You get one foot up on the wall and pull as hard as you can, stretching his obscene cockmeat out like a huge wad of taffy candy. Just as it seems it is about to tear free of his body, the daemon stops fighting and retracts its bulk behind the planks and boards.

"I yield, Sabine," moans the daemon. "You are free."

A door opens in the wall, revealing a hallway clouded with a noxious pink mist. You release your grip on Bulgarmet's greasy cock and launch yourself towards this new gullet of his flesh. Before your twin can join you, she is wrapped up in the daemon's boneless arms. You turn to try to pull her along with you and the door slams shut. Her muffled screams slowly recede as if she is being drawn away from the door. You pound and try to pry it open, but it will not budge.

"Bastard!" you scream.

"Oh, but Sabine, you've won your freedom," says Bulgarmet. "And just in time. We are arriving at our destination."

Stymied, you turn away from the door, turning your back on your twin as you walk into the mists. You emerge from the depths of the black ship and onto the swaying decks. A hooded sailor is pulling a rope taut to moor the sinister vessel with the docks that stretch out before you. There are other ships in the docks, some almost like those you used to watch through the windows of the abbey as they bounced gently on the seas, but others are ghastly things, made of flesh and bone, with nauseating structures that seem to pulse with life. One ship, like a giant, carnivorous worm, splashes up from the depths of the water and vomits its cargo onto the docks, a tumble of amber cocoons sheathed in a pool of slime. Ratches scurrying about the docks begin to bundle up the cocoons.

"You should move on from this place," says the sailor and you realize he is speaking with Bulgarmet's voice. "This is only a way station on the road through the mountains to the City of Moans. There you may find what you are looking for, but here you will find only danger."

You look out at the settlement that spreads from the docks and seems to center around a desecrated temple to a female daemon. There is something familiar about that disfigured statue. Ignoring Bulgarmet's minion, you step off the ship and on to the docks.

The huge, defaced temple is not the only structure. You see a tavern ahead of you, or something like a tavern amid the warehouses and the bustle of the docks. There seems to be a bazaar as well, selling all manner of daemonic goods, slaves, food and drink. You have no coin, no clothes, and you see only a few creatures walking the docks that look at even remotely human. Perhaps Bulgarmet's advice was sound. Perhaps you should not linger in this inhuman port.