It's like the redundant stories of the heroes parting waters (Moses, then Joshua). It's a cultural custom that will spawn the entire New Testament, as you shall see later. But on with our rendition of Judges 19:15-25:
A revolting, weasely, little, pious piece of shit of a man drove Imama, his wife away, by calling her a slut, so she went home to her mother's house. But then he got horny and came crawling back to her, and like all abusive fatherfuckers begged her forgiveness and for her to take him back.
Because he was such a xenophobe, he refused to stay overnight in Jebus, which was then the non-Israelite town which would become Jerusalem in the future. He pushed on to Gibeah, where he was offered standard Mideastern hospitality by an old man. As they were making their hearts merry, according to Judges 19:22-24, certain "wicked" men of the city beset the house and said to the host, "Bring out the man who came into your house, that we may know him". Now, you know that the word "know" is a euphemism for fuck in biblespeak, right?
So, the old man said, "No, don't do this shameful thing to my guest (for I'll be humiliated as a host). Behold, here is my daughter, a virgin, and his concubine; I will bring them out for you, and you may humble them, and do with them what seems good to you; but to this man, you shall not do any shameful thing."
Slimeball boy, shaking in his boots, did nothing to protest the sacrifice of his wife or his host's daughter. He concurred enthusiastically with the Father of the Year's plan. Lanai, the old man's daughter, heard her father's plea, and said, "Why, that fatherfucking son of a prick!"
"I have an idea," said Imama. "Take these herbs and brew them into a tea. They contain a powerful sedative which will put your father and my worthless husband to sleep, and then we'll turn the tables on them." Lanai quickly prepared the brew and the women dutifully served it to the scheming men. Within minutes, they were unconscious. Imama and Lanai dragged the rat bastards one by one to the small window, heaved them up to the sill, and shoved them outside.
Lanai called out to the mob, "The master of the house has decided to honor your request and allow both himself and his guest to be your night's entertainment to do with as seems good to you." The mob outside siezed the host and his guest and raped and abused them all night long, which rather woke them up. The father realized he liked it and went off with the men when they were done fucking the weasely, little scumbag husband to death.
"Yes, it's a terrible war." They both shook their heads sagely. "But it does thin the herd of rapists, doesn't it?" giggled Lanai.
"What about you, Lanai? Will you take a husband?" Imama asked.
"I love to work my land and till my fields. I am fulfilled in my work. I have my dogs for companionship, my oxen for help, and my crops for provision. What need have I of a husband to hound me and bark at me all my days? I want to be alone."
