Othello - Part 1

All NSFW content is hidden. Click here if you want to unhide it. Dear lads and gentlemen, today we enjoy the play of the immortal William, praise be on him, Shakespeare!

There's also the 2nd part:
Othello - Part 2
A bedchamber in the castle: Desmond in bed asleep; a bright but pale magical light fills the room, everything is cold-colored and medically sterile as per vampiric tradition.

(Enter Othello, a middle-aged barbarian, everything in his dark and brutal image contrasts with the pale cold beauty of the room)

Othello: It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
It is the cause. Yet I'll not spank him;
Nor scar that whiter skin of his than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet he must suffer, else he'll laze far more.

(Kissing him)

Desmond: Who's there? Othello?

Othello: Ay, Desmond, it is I.

Desmond: Will you come to bed, my love?

Othello: Have you warm'd up to-night, Desmond?

Desmond: Alas, my lord, I didn't have the time.

Othello: What were you up to?

Desmond: Another operation,
Three bloody lives were saved...
So tired I am, it's, truly, hard to be a surgeon
And please, withal, your weakness for my belly...

Othello: Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not cinch thy unprepared waist.

Desmond: Talk you of cinching?

Othello: Ay, I do.

Desmond: Then heaven
Have mercy on me!

Othello: Amen, with all my heart!

Desmond: If you say so, I hope you will not cinch me.

Othello: Hum!

Desmond: And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since wear I corsets on a daily basis
To train my waist for you; but yet I fear.

Othello: And also belts and waistlets?

Desmond: They are loves I bear for you.

Othello: Ay, and for that I'll cinch you.

Desmond: That death's unnatural that punishes for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your muscled torso:
These are tight ropes; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.

Othello: Peace, and be still!

Desmond: I will so. What's the matter?

Othello: That silver waistlet which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gavest to Cassio.

Desmond: No, by my life and soul!
Send for the boy, and ask him.

Othello: Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy torture rack.

Desmond: Then ropes and cords
Have mercy on me!

Othello: I say, amen.

Desmond: And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio;
Never did I give him
Even the smallest cincher!

Othello: By heaven, I saw my waistlet on his middle.
O perjured vampire! thou dost stone my heart,
And makest me call what I intend to do
A belly torture, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the waistlet.

Desmond: He found it then;
I never gave it to that boy: send for him hither;
Let him confess a truth.

Othello: He hath confess'd.

Desmond: O, punish me, my lord, but cinch me not!

Othello: Down, strumpet!

Desmond: Cinch me to-morrow: let me breathe to-night!

Othello: Nay, if you strive--

Desmond: But half an hour!

Othello: Being done, there is no pause.

Desmond: But just a short warm-up first!

Othello: 'Tis too late.

Part 2:
Othello - Part 2

See also

How Much Is The SnailBig Plans for a Tiny WaistImmortal TragedyThe Swan SongCabaret NoirTrick or Trap WIPTrick or TrapVampire Hunter SSasa's EveningChibi SasaThe UncleanStatue of Lum'Bar

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