Spa Elysium

…present finally one late morning, where this perversion of a centaur was supposed to be present: in the spa Elysian, by Charybdis, ready for the next assault against that colony of A.hydrophila, where it brooded and bred in the fastness of the pipes which were the entrails of that infernal contraption. The assembled throng held there with them a pinioned captive, who struggled and groaned and chafed against his bondage,…

…the stairwell, not as yet this morning defiled by the aforementioned spoor, and pushed through the doors into the Spa Elysium.

…whom I next encountered some months later, withal as yet before the misfortune which befell Herod, wallowing in the Spa Elysium. This was in itself little to be wondered at, given the clothing optional status of that sanatorium, which accorded most straightforwardly with the nudist element among the precepts of the cult to which that loud and vexatious poltroon adhered. The gentleman in question went by the name of Claude…

…that very moment, looking up, I caught sight above me of a clean pair of heels escaping into the Spa Elysium. Seeing as I was headed that way myself, I quickened my stride, taking the stairs two at a time, and as I broached the door to that Spa, did espy Marshall Petoman the flatulist vanishing into the galley wherein were kept the Nautilus machines. This incident caused me to…

But that sorceress returning from her ciggie break pursued me unto the very gates of the Spa Elysium, casting the foulest execrations upon me, that I did not stay for the full treatment and sooth did forgo the happy ending which she did compass to bestow upon me. And I bethought myself that this harlot would bear false witness unto my lord Herod, and say unto him that it was…

…little account of the unsanitary conditions prevailing there, being as the plum-duff ponces and effeminate mincers who inhabited the Spa Elysium where they had taken refuge had enervated them beyond all measure, and anyway they liked to have somewhere in which they could spit and swear and spray their spoor without any cunt like fuckin’ like lookin’ at them. Soon that salon, withal it was a filthy disease-ridden swamp of…

…Moreover, the Alphish apes who had sought refuge in the Spa Elysium during the deluge had long settled back to their grunting primordial existence in the basement. The powers that were essayed to boost the numbers by pressing into service Troys and Kurts, freelance personal trainers, and assorted cleaning operatives from House of Rurik SARL. Even the treatment therapists were expected to attend when not administering rub-’n’-tugs; mirabile dictu, even…

The appointed day found me installed early in the Spa Elysium, awaiting those reprobates, the kidult and the twink and flatulist afore-described, who arrived combled in the foule which pressed about them. The trio being arrayed in the standard white robes, the one thing which greatly surprised me on scoping them was that Mr Petoman had foregone the opportunity to follow Wanksy’s earlier example in besmirching his raiments with skid…

Notwithstanding, I felt on the whole moderately safe in returning to the Spa Elysium. Herod stood as so often before in Reception. Dark eyes glared at me over that black beard. His overcoat unfastened in the day’s unaccustomed warmth. Perspiration beaded on his brow. The latter corrugated by a scowl. Some condensation, as I noticed, also bedewed the White Willy’s counterfeit prepuce, where it jutted from Herod’s loins. The eunuch…

Instead, he intimated Elysium’s existence upstairs,