Free The curse of Kalaan by Unknown

uncontrollably.
    “Here it comes,” Salam said stepping back.
    “Be strong, lad,” Lil’ Louis murmured gloomily following the blue man. “It never lasts long. Once the sun is up, yer suffering will be over.”
    Kalaan heard him, but clenched his teeth. His whole body braced against the terrible pain running through his muscles and bones. He was in no condition to think. He could only endure, like a wooden puppet. He fought and fought but could not hold back the screams of agony. His husky voice returned for only a second, but as soon as the sun’s rays reached his berth; it was a woman’s scream that rang through the cabin.
    Little by little the pain slowly subsided and his body relaxed. Kalaan’s breathing was labored, his eyes were closed and he could feel the sweat running down his face. His stiff fingers began to relax and released their grip on the bonds that were cutting into his wrists and ankles.
    “There, now, it is over... until tonight.” Lil’ Louis’ tone was fatherly as he gently wiped Kalaan’s face with a cool cloth. Kalaan slowly opened his eyes and the old sailor jumped in surprise, calling over Salam.
    “Look! His eyes, ‘tis the lad! They are the same color, the same amber-green of the Croz family.”
    Salam nodded in agreement and backed away once more.
    “It is the only thing he did keep” was Salam’s laconic reply.
                  Kalaan had enough of listening to them talk about him as if he weren’t in the room.
    “Of course it’s me,” he wanted to reply, but as soon as he heard his voice, he was so shaken that he couldn’t finish his sentence. No, it couldn’t be!
    “Salam?” he called out hesitatingly, more to hear the sound of his voice than to attract his Tuareg friend’s attention.
    “Blast it all! Untie me at once!” Kalaan was fighting like a madman to get loose.
    Lil’ Louis hesitated an instant and after glancing over at Salam, he unsheathed his knife to cut the count’s ties.
    “Be still lad.”
    Kalaan was so impatient; he could not stay in place and was grazed by the old man’s knife. Salam cut the ties at his feet and then, out of modesty, covered his friend’s legs with the linen bed sheet. Kalaan couldn’t have cared less and kicked the sheet off as he jumped out of the berth.
    “My voice!” Kalaan, now standing brought his hands to his throat. Then he looked down in direction of his feet.
    “Strewth! I cannot see the floor! B...but, wha...what?” he stammered in confusion.
    Kalaan couldn’t see the floor because between it and his eyes a strange swelling had grown on his torso. He either didn’t want to or couldn’t believe it, so he looked inside the top of his large shirt and let out a scream.
    “Breasts! Good God! I have women’s breasts!” When he raised his head, they could see the horror in his eyes.
    “Get out of my way; I must get to the washroom!”
    Once he was in the privy, Lil’ Louis started babbling, “Looks like he’s taking it well enough. Much better than we did the first time. Oy don’t think Oy could have run far enough nor fast enough to get away from him.”
                  This was soon contradicted by the loud shrieking they heard coming from behind the closed door.
    “Gone! I don’t have anymore! There’s nothing there!” the count shouted again. He came back into the cabin to confront his friends as if they were guilty of stealing his virility.
    “Do you think it’s funny? Blast and damnation, I’m a woman!”
    “Ya fur sure, dinna we know it. We’ve been takin’ care of ye for some time now.”
    The old sea dog couldn’t resist a furtive glance at Kalaan’s well-developed bosom.
    The count angrily crossed his arms but it took him several tries before he could find the best position with the large orbs now poisoning his life.
    “And a very pretty woman too.” Salam looked Kalaan up and down, with a humorous expression, which infuriated him even more and he threw a