The rats!

The mayor pulled his wife's tit from his mouth with a smacking sound. "Well here's the thing. These rats... they are evil degenerate scum and we want them destroyed."

The piper was somewhat taken aback by the venom in the mayor's voice. Spit projected forth onto his wife's breast in his hatred, although she did not appear to notice or mind.

"Earlier this year, they attacked us and made off with all of our wives!" he continued.

"Eh?" said the piper confused, looking around the room at the beautiful young women, sucking the cocks of the wealthy old men, "but your wives are here!"

"No no no!" said the mayor as if explaining himself to a simpleton. "Our previous wives. We have all had to go and, ahem, find ourselves new wives to replace the ones we lost".

Fuck thought the piper, in under a year, this collection of repellent councilmen had persuaded the most beautiful women he had ever seen to marry them, and they looked happy about it too, and they didnt minf that they were being groped or fondled in full view of others, or even that they knelt by their husbands and sucked them off.

One auburn haired beauty, daintily dabbed at her lips and swallowed - her husband evidently having had a hair trigger. She licked her lips carefully, adjusted her husbands robes then returned, still smiling to her position by the wall. Her husband grinned and watched her lasciviously.

He pondered in wonder then asked the mayor, "So these rats picked up grown women and carried them away".

"Yes. Haven't you been listening? We call them rats. Really they are just the bastards who live down by the river Wessen just near the Step ford. You dont think we meant...?"

A short time later the piper in his full pied regalia strode along the banks of the Wessen, his drones arranged over his shoulder and the bag under his arm. He inflated the bag by the mouthpiece then began to play. The pipes produced music so loud that it could be heard all the way back in the town of Hamelin and for 5 miles up and down the banks of the River Wessen. As the piper continued to play, thick set, muscular men with dark hair arrived, watching him with vacant expressions. The Piper played for a full hour, then his tune changed to a march. The men who had arrived to watch started walking towards him in files five wide. The piper stepped across the ford on a series of carefully placed stones. The men who followed in a trance listening to the strange music did not and marched straight into the river. Once they went under the water, they were never seen by anyone ever again.

The pied piper returned once more to Hamelin to claim his reward.