The Tower

As she passes, I catch the scent and my entrails coil and knot like a ball of newly born snakes. My sister reeks of her despicable habits. No matter how thoroughly she bathes, I can smell it: the stench of peasant seed. All the baths in Persia, all the perfume in Venice cannot cover the stink of her base carnality.

Don’t let her delicacy fool you: her oil-soft skin, her gleaming hair, her dainty hands. She sits in her tower with her small foot poised just so, allowing for a glimpse of her well-turned ankle. And they come. They claw their way up the walls like musk-crazed dogs, panting, salivating. Jaws set, eyes on fire for a taste of her perfection.

And instead of maintaining her position and keeping to her own kind, she’s gratified by them. She smiles serenely until she has them behind closed doors, and then she lets them at her. All the while feigning disinterest, until their calloused hands are on her immaculate skin and their filthy fingers dig into the flesh of her porcelain hips. She whimpers like a bitch in heat while they drool over her elegant back and disgorge their tainted seed into her womb. And where is her shame?

No matter that she sees them off after she’d sated. No matter that she gives her heart to none of them. No matter their bodies lie, bleeding and broken like so much discarded meat, at the bottom of her tower.

I know. I always know when she’s let her mask slip and raised her skirt.

It seeps out her pores, even now, as she takes her seat beside me, as the banquet begins, and the musicians start to play. She’ll leave their wretched spend smeared on the flagstones as she dances with better men.

Still, in the candlelight, I can see the quiet creep of time. Her eyes, once sharp and bright, grow muted. There are creases being born in the velvet skin at the edges of them. Her full lips seem, with each day, just a little less plump.

One day, they’ll stop climbing the walls of the tower, Sister. One day, the bodies at the base will be nothing but white, meatless bones. They’ll rattle in the winter gusts and make homes for sheltering squirrels.

With your appetite devouring you from the inside, and no one begging to sate it, then, perhaps, you won’t cringe quite so visibly when I reach for you.

(This was inspired by a piece by Sadistic Excess – not yet blogged. Set me off down interesting pathways.)

  33 comments for “The Tower

  1. Paula Harris
    October 2, 2010 at 10:03 pm

    This is right up my street! love it.

  2. City Different
    October 3, 2010 at 12:03 am

    Ubi sunt? Incredible, provocative, disturbing twist on the tradition.

    • October 3, 2010 at 12:22 am

      Interesting that this would have been a great title for the last piece I posted too!

      • City Different
        October 3, 2010 at 1:17 am

        Yes–an interesting theme going there, Rgrl!

  3. Meme
    October 3, 2010 at 3:52 am

    Very disturbing, and a bit incest-like for a ‘traditionalist’ like myself.

    As for the carnality that she supposedly wears so staunchly…perhaps she is really just an average girl, living amongst a being(s) that is so bent upon searching her very blood, for failure…that she has been misinterpreted.The ‘woman’ being depicted, is thankfully not at all like me. She is another woman that the being(s) watch/lie in wait to devour. Her name is….well then I guess you know it already. Sh…Y

    Excuse my license, I just thought I would lend another element..

    • October 3, 2010 at 11:42 am

      Oh, there is most definitely the implication of incest. And it shouldn’t be a comfortable story. And you’re absolutely right – we really don’t know who she is at all. We are only seeing her through the eyes of someone else. I guess that was the point of the exercise – to really explore the fact that… the narrator’s vision says very little about the object of his regard, and much more about him. I think that’s true for a lot of intimate portraiture. It tells you very little about the person being described and a lot about the describer.

      • Janeway
        October 9, 2010 at 8:48 pm

        “It tells you very little about the person being described and a lot about the describer.”

        I think that’s the reason that this reminded me of “My Last Duchess”.

  4. TFP
    October 3, 2010 at 6:17 pm


    Very good, I’m curious about the teller in this one. Leaves much to the imagination.

    Thank you,


  5. unlovable
    October 3, 2010 at 11:02 pm

    Very Interesting and intense in those few lines. One also wonders what type of beings the brother and sister are…

  6. Meme
    October 4, 2010 at 8:41 am

    Thanks, for the reply RG.

    As always you stretch my imagination.

    tantalize my soul, and feed my dark-side.

    Not sure the latter is good.


  7. October 4, 2010 at 6:36 pm

    Everything he says seems to me to be the self-flagellating, speculative imagining of a bitter mind. He even looks forward to the fading of the beauty that he is obsessed with. He may be resentful and cynical but he’s, oh, so believably human.

    • October 4, 2010 at 6:45 pm

      Thank you, I’m really glad it read that way for you.

  8. October 4, 2010 at 7:56 pm

    Ravishingly good. I don’t care who they are. I decided she was me & so was the teller. If I stop to think what that might say about me I won’t post this!!!

  9. October 5, 2010 at 8:35 pm

    Warriors striving for a goal obtaining and finding it is nothing but an illusion.

  10. Nana
    October 9, 2010 at 8:03 pm

    Wonderful storytelling. For me, the best part is the number of characters who might tell a different story. It leaves the possiblity open for more!

  11. Mimi
    October 16, 2010 at 1:55 am

    Aw, I saw that twist coming a mile away ๐Ÿ™‚ And I adored it anyway. His obsession and infatuation and vicious passion is so totally obvi from like, the first line. I love, love, LOVED it. So much so that I decided to get off my lazy arse and comment, instead of staying silent, as if ashamed of enjoying your awesomeness! That was brilliant, as always…

  12. Ashes
    April 9, 2011 at 12:32 pm

    Dark, edgy & needy…

    Always leaves me wanting more ๐Ÿ™‚

  13. Heath
    April 20, 2014 at 2:56 pm

    Woah this one took me by the neck into myself. Don’t have a sister but I’ve felt this way before all right. Phew, I thought this all about sex. Boy was I wrong. Feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Keep writing, its very good.

  14. Sunny
    April 25, 2014 at 9:23 am

    I wished something happened between them… non consent like.

  15. Anastaria
    July 4, 2014 at 5:37 pm

    i sent this to a friend because i was talking about your stories and he likes this in particular, so i decided to read it myself. I am not into incest per-say but i was still sad there wasnt more graphic details to it. i wonder what that says about me

  16. Literature Girl
    July 25, 2014 at 1:21 pm

    Mmmm…..just enough to whet my appetite….

  17. Elizabeth
    April 2, 2015 at 6:07 pm

    Wooh what a good read!

  18. small man
    June 12, 2015 at 10:35 pm

    There is something very sumptuous about this short story. Highly erotic and very arousing. I would kneel and worship her, climbing the tower.

    Thank you so much. ๐Ÿ™‚

  19. Invicta
    July 16, 2015 at 9:09 am

    Ugh! The visuals this inspiresโ€ฆ. you always give me just enough to round out the universe on my own. This is perfection in writing. SO happy I found you.

  20. July 18, 2015 at 9:43 am

    This is a stunning piece of work.

    And the last line gave me chills.

  21. MegabitFL
    March 24, 2016 at 5:07 am

    A very well crafted tale. I guess I had a somewhat different view of it. I thought it was told by a younger somewhat jealous sister who was in love with her older sister. She was waiting in the shadows for the older sister to become disillusioned with her current life and the younger sister would sooth and console her both emotionally and sexually.

    • April 1, 2016 at 12:37 am

      Nice, interesting reading. Puts a whole new light on it! Thank you!

  22. TheOldCodger
    February 2, 2017 at 1:44 pm

    As an amateur poet and poem reader, I read this as a poetic rendering. In reading it this way I was part of the relationship between the woman and the man. I was so tense that my stomach muscles knotted. A hell of a write.

  23. Raf
    March 31, 2017 at 7:39 am

    I love the words rather than the story itself. Sounded like somebody that I used to know in the past. And I am really thankful that you made your works free to read for now. Five years later, I’d surely by your books/anthologies.

  24. Aki
    April 6, 2017 at 12:39 pm

    With the title and the theme, I almost anticipated something Game of Thrones-like, but this was better. It is so rare to see people in erotica step DOWN from their social caste and actually fuck someone lesser than them.

  25. Supershocker
    August 21, 2017 at 9:49 am


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