Othello and the Whore of Venice

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Dramatis Personae:
Othello, the Moor of Venice
Iago, his ancient
Roderigo, confidant of Iago
Cassio, Othello’s second in command
Desdemona, Othello’s wife
Emilia, Iago’s wife
Brabantio, father of Desdemona
Two Venetian studs

Act 1 scene 1 venice a street

Enter RODERIGO and IAGO

RODERIGO
Bullshit! Don’t tell me; I take it as an insult
That you, Iago, who hast had my balls
As if the sack were thine, shouldst know of this.

IAGO
Ah crap! but you will not hear me:
If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
You think I’m fucking queer eh? Roddy?

RODERIGO
Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.

IAGO
Despise me, if I do not.
You know what he fuckin’ told me?
'I have already chose my officer.'
And what was he?
For crying out loud, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A fellow almost damn'd in a horny wife already;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
Christian and heathen, must be believed and calmed
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.

RODERIGO
But aren’t you pissed?
I would be,if some cunt gets to bed,
With Othello’s nymph of a wife.

IAGO
Of course I’m pissed off.
It’s more than that, I love the bitch.
But wise actions on my part,
Will overcome foolish deeds on His.
Call up her father,
Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
As it may lose some colour.

RODERIGO
Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.

IAGO
Do it with a nervous accent and ridiculous yell
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.

RODERIGO
Oi! ya cunt wake up!
LALALALA
COCK-A-DOODLE-DO
LADY IN RED SHE’S DANCING WITH ME
CHEEK TO CHEEK
LALALALA
LALA

BRABANTIO appears above, at a window

BRABANTIO
Fuck off you drunken bastards.

RODERIGO
Signior, is all your family within?

RODERIGO
What’s it to you,
You short arse cunt?

IAGO
Christ, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandad of you:
Arise, I say.

BRABANTIO
What the fuck have you been smoking?

RODERIGO
Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?

BRABANTIO
No, and I couldn’t give a shit.

RODERIGO
My name is Roderigo.

BRABANTIO
That’s great(!)
Now fuck off!

RODERIGO
Patience, good sir.

BRABANTIO
What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice;
This isn't Liverpool you fool.

RODERIGO
Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you.

IAGO
For fuck’s sake, sir, you are one of those that will not
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.

BRABANTIO
What kinda cock-sucking wretch art thou?

IAGO
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

BRABANTIO
Thou art a villain.

IAGO
You are--a senator.

Exit above

IAGO
Farewell; for I must leave you:
Though I do hate him as I do period-pains.
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the whore-house the raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, tootle-oo.

Exit

Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches

BRABANTIO
It is too true an evil: gone she is;
And what's to come of my despised time
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father!
How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me
Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers:
Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?

RODERIGO
Truly, I think they are.

BRABANTIO
O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act. Is there not charms
By which the property of youth and virginity
May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

RODERIGO
Yes, sir, I have indeed.

BRABANTIO
Call up my brother. O, would you had had her!
Some one way, some another. Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

RODERIGO
I think I can discover him, if you please,
To get good guard and go along with me.

BRABANTIO
Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.
On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Another street.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches

IAGO
Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To fuck another man’s wife: I lack the balls
Pardon the expression but I couldn’t do it.

OTHELLO
'Tis better as it is.

IAGO
Nay, but he bragged,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour
That, with the little godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
Are you fast married? No troubles with your marriage?
Be assured of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect a cock potential
As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
And bone your wife ‘til she knows not what is what.

OTHELLO
Like fuck he will. He’s her father!

IAGO
That matters little to him my lord.
For your wife is a fine piece of ass.

OTHELLO
Yeah, great rack too.

Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches

OTHELLO
The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

CASSIO
The duke does greet you, general,
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

OTHELLO
What is the matter, think you?

CASSIO
Fuck knows, I believe the Senator wishes,
For his little toy back.

OTHELLO
'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.

Exit

CASSIO
Iago, what’s up with this?

IAGO
He's married.

CASSIO
To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO

IAGO
Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?

OTHELLO
Have with you.

CASSIO
Here comes another troop to seek for you.

IAGO
It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
He comes to bad intent.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons

OTHELLO
Aloha! stand there!

RODERIGO
Signior, it is the Moor.

BRABANTIO
Down with him, thief!

They whip out their cocks on both sides

IAGO
You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.

OTHELLO
Keep up your little dicks, for the air will shrink them.
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.

BRABANTIO
O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
Aside (And a demon in the sack),
So opposed to marriage that she shunned
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her big dick daddy-o to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That weaken motion: I'll have't disputed on;
'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
Butt-fuck him at his peril.

OTHELLO
Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter. Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?

BRABANTIO
To prison, till fit time
Of law and course of direct session
Call thee to answer.

OTHELLO
What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state
To bring me to him?

First Officer
'Tis true, most worthy signior;
The duke's in council and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

BRABANTIO
How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night! Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A council-chamber.

The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending

DUKE
Now now now.
What the fuck’s going on here then?

BRABANTIO
Humbly I thank your grace.
Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems,
Your special mandate for the state-affairs
Hath hither brought.

DUKE OF VENICE
Senator we are very sorry for't.

DUKE OF VENICE
[To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this?

BRABANTIO
Nothing, but this is so.

OTHELLO
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approved good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
And boned her with my big black cock,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.
Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What sex toys and what mighty aphrodisiacs,
For such proceeding I am charged withal,
I won his daughter.

BRABANTIO
A maiden never bold;
Virginal and tame.
Aside Except with her father
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
Or with some dram conjured to this effect,
He wrought upon her.
She would never fuck a big black man.
My little Dezi is better than that.

OTHELLO
Once you go black,
You never go back.

BRABANTIO
You filthy fucking knave.

OTHELLO
I am rubber you are glue.
What you say. . .

DUKE
Enough of this nonsense.
Bring in the little minx.

Enter DESDEMONA, and Attendants

DUKE
Now Othello we will see,
Just how you won the love,
Of this fair maiden.

Trumpets. Flourish. Porno music is played

DUKE
We are going to have a gangbang.
The senators here will judge your performance,
On the basis on the others as well.

DESDEMONA’s clothes are ripped off and she is placed on a large pile of cushions.

DESDEMONA
Okay boys who’s first?

IAGO
I am.

IAGO drops his pantaloons and grabs DESDEMONA’S ass pulling it toward him. DESDEMONA gasps. IAGO rubs his prick up and down the length of her sweet shaved teen pussy. The head of his cock swells ever greater as DESDEMONA moans for more cock. OTHELLO takes his place at his wife’s head feeding inch after inch of his black meat into her hungry mouth. IAGO continues to play with her cunt pushing in slightly and then pulling out till soon her pussy is just dying for his dick, at this point IAGO slams his whole manhood home. The force of this pushes DESDEMONA back onto OTHELLO’S cock forcing her to deepthroat him. She cups his balls lightly as IAGO spins her round onto her knees so he can fuck her doggy-style. DESDEMONA pushes IAGO back onto the cushions all the time never loosing the seal around OTHELLO’s monstrous cock. She then proceeds to bounce on IAGO's dick making his balls slap up against her ass and his dick to bottom out and hit home. The pressure on his dick and on his balls is too much for him and he pumps what felt like gallons of thick cum up into DESDEMONA’s waiting womb. IAGO pulls his wet cock from her pussy letting it fall to his leg and crawled off a little humiliated that OTHELLO was still going. As the cum begins to seep from her oozing cunt DESDEMONA gets up onto her feet and lets go of OTHELLO’s throbbing wet bronzed throat charmer.

OTHELLO lies on his back and DESDEMONA dutifully sits on his dick, even though she was dripping wet with her own juices and the jizz of IAGO she still has a hard time taking in OTHELLO’s colossal length. She moans as the black shaft of the Moor stretches the walls of cunt. Meanwhile, to support herself as she lowers herself onto his cock she grabs hold of two new cocks. Her small hands can barely wrap round the girths of these new Venetian studs but she continues to jack-off the new contenders with her sweaty hands, greased with her own love juices. For one of the two men this is all too much and he shoots his load onto DESDEMONA’s perky tits and her petite body. The splatter of cum makes it’s slow journey down her chest. Now with only two cocks to handle Desdemona takes the new cock into her hot little mouth, turning her head slightly to witness the amazing sight of the last of OTHELLO’s gargantuan cock slipping snugly into her tight wet pussy. The Venetian stud moans loudly and pulls DESDEMONA’s head down onto his shaft. DESDEMONA sucks up and down his dick with a tremendous force making it unbearable for him to hold on, all the time she does she is still grinding her cunt onto OTHELLO’s manhood, all those looking on are amazed at the virility of the Moorish General. With one last suck of the Venetian’s bulbous head and a squeeze of his balls he shoots his wad into DESDEMONA’s smiling mouth. As he attempts to pull away she bites lightly on his cock telling him that she isn’t finished. He lets go of her head and endures the almost painful experience of DESDEMONA’s extraordinary sucking power as she gulps down each drop of his jizz and even sucks the shaft clean. DESDEMONA then pushes the Venetian away and with a smile instructs her husband.

DESDEMONA
Now baby, now.
Oh fuck yes now.

With these words OTHELLO lets loose a tremendous pressure from his cock. The force of the ejaculation is so powerful it causes DESDEMONA to slide seven inches up his pole and slide down again. She collapses on his cock, exhausted and happy.

OTHELLO
That is how I won her love.

DUKE
Well, I think that would win my daughter too.

BRABANTIO
Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee.
But fare thee well, Moor.
And fare thee well damn strumpet.

Exeunt