Low_Roads
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... in which our hero trades tit for twaut...
Fade in on the recumbent Dildo, snoring away in his suite after an exhausting night of passion. A knock sounds at the chamber door. Off-screen, Ditzee answers it.
Ditzee: Yes? What is it?
Delivery Boy: A message for you, ma’am.
Ditzee: (opening the note) Well isn’t that wonderful news! Thank you!
Delivery Boy: Sure ma’am. Hows about a tip?
Ditzee: Why certainly! Will this do?
Delivery Boy: Very nicely! Thank you very much, ma’am!
Ditzee: What the hell! Have ‘em both!
They exit, giggling. The sound of the closing door wakes Dildo.
Dildo: Wow, what a night! You sure were sweet, babe! Now, how’s about rustling up some breakfast for ol’ Dildo, eh? (no response) Ditzee? You there? (still no response) Now where the hell did she go?
Cut back to Bare-Adore’s retail mall. Ditzee scans the note and compares it to the sign in a shop window. It’s the same shop Loosie visited, with another crude cardboard message reading “Win Free Trip tu Hu-Wi-He!”.
Ditzee: (entering) Gloriosky! What have I got to lose!
Cut to Dildo’s suite. He’s now spiffed up and ready for some action, when Sleezie and Afrodo burst through the door, obviously distressed.
Dildo: What luck! I needed a gal, now I got one for each hand!
Afrodo: (brusquely) Forget that! We got real disturbing news.
Sleezie: Loosie and Gropie are gone! Disappeared sometime last night!
Dildo: Whatta you mean “disappeared”? Like kidnapped? Don’t be ridiculous! Bare-Adore’s a big place. They’re just off somewhere having fun.
Cut to the Play Room, a cushiony, mink-lined torture chamber. Loosie, Gropie and Ditzee (bound and vulnerable on a web-like network of black ropes) squirm and squeal, as nine Tiger Women lick and stroke their naked bodies. Nearby, Hardon gloats.
Hardon: You are very, very lucky young ladies. My pets are unparalleled at the art of sensual stimulation. They have been specially conditioned to note your slightest sensitivity, then exploit it and magnify it a hundred-fold. (musing) Alas, some poor souls even lose their minds from the overload of pleasure!
Loosie: (shrieking with uncontrollable laughter) This isn’t right! This isn’t nice! I only came in here to get my hair done!
Hardon: Oh, my apologies! Pardon my neglect! (to a Tiger Woman) Miss Wormtongue! See to the lady’s hair, please.
The Tiger Woman stops licking under Loosie’s arm and commences muff diving.
Cut back to Dildo’s suite.
Sleezie: Something stinks, Dildo. Floozie’s dug up a lot of ugly dirt on Hardon’s operation.
Dildo: And where is she exactly?
Afrodo: Right in the thick of things. Got herself a gig at the Blazing Balrog strip joint.
Sleezie: The gals down there have plenty to say, and none of it’s good. Go see her, Dildo. She can give you all the details.
Diagonal wipe to the Blazing Balrog Strip Club (a sign outside reads: “Hotter than the Hinges of Hell!”) Inside, Dildo waits at the edge of the runway, as Floozie begins her routine.
Floozie: (to Dildo, under her breath) Glad you showed. I’ve got a story to curl your short-hairs. (sharply) Quick! Make with the money, or I’ll have to move on!
Dildo: (stuffing bills under her G-string) You really think Hardon’s holding those poor girls?
Floozie: I know it! He plans to use them to get to you. He figures you’ll do anything to save them.
Dildo: And I will, too! Why not? With the Stinger at my command, I’m unbeatable!
Floozie: But he’s not alone, see. He’s got nine fearsome servants. Too many for even you to handle. (noticing the “bills” he’s been inserting.) Hey! Are those I.O.U.s?
Dildo: (making out a fresh slip) I can’t help it! I haven’t been paid yet, you know!
Floozie: Jack-ass! You’re calling attention to us! (gesturing) Wait in the corner. I’ll give you a private lap dance so we can speak more freely.
Cut back to the Play Room, where the sensual abuse continues.
Gropie: Stop it! Stop it! I can’t take anymore! I’ll tell you whatever you want!
Hardon raises his armored hand to signal a halt.
Loosie: No Gropie! Don’t do it!
Hardon: Yes, dear girl?
Gropie: (babbling hysterically) It’s Dildo you want, see? Dildo! He has this ring, and it gives him all sorts of super-powers! If you had it, no one could stop you! There! I told you! Now please let me go!
Hardon: Yes, the ring. That is the crux of the matter. (signals for the torment to continue.)
Gropie: (wild-eyed) But I told you! You found out what you wanted!
Hardon: Now, now. Did you really think I was having you tortured for information? Of course not! I’m having you tortured for fun. Silly child! I already know about the ring! Your discomfort is what will bring it here to me!
Cut back to the Blazing Balrog. Floozie gyrates in a sizzling lap dance. It’s so hot, Dildo can’t concentrate on her story.
Floozie: Hardon’s Tiger Women are ferocious hermaphrodites. They’re known as his “Nads-gals”. If they ever get their claws into you, they’ll tear you to pieces, then fuck the pieces. (noticing his hypnotized expression) Are you listening to me!
Dildo: (robotically) ... yeah... yeah... fuck... pieces...
Floozie: (grasping his face in both hands) Snap out of it, dammit! Sleezie and Afrodo and I will serve as your backup. But we’re going to need some fire-power first.
Dildo: ... you already look... fully loaded...
Floozie angrily whacks him with her tassels.
Dildo: (coming around) What? Fire-power? (sarcastically) Want I should whistle up an atom bomb or something? Where am I supposed to find any fire-power?
Floozie: Hardon supposedly holds some ultra-powerful weapons in his treasure vault: six mystical jewels called the Stimurilles. With those in our possession, I’m sure we could handle the Nads-gals easily.
Dildo: And all I have ta do is snag these magic rocks?
Floozie: Don’t think it’ll be easy! They’re sure to be guarded. But if we want to rescue our friends, we don’t have much choice. (ending her routine) There! That’s all you get for now!
Dildo: (disappointed) Awww! C’mon!
Floozie: Bring back what I want, then we’ll talk tease.
Dissolve to a long-shot of Hardon’s treasure vault. It’s filled to overflowing with heaps of precious metals and gems, huge golden statues with enormous stiffies, and in the exact center, a gigantic, gilt, god-like torso, the priceless Stimurilles installed in its multiple navels. The chamber is thick with swirling fumes. An invisible Dildo enters the scene, bearing a weighty key in his unseen grip.
Dildo: Piece of cake! Could’a had that guard’s jock too, if I’d wanted it! (removing the ring to become visible once more.) And now that I’m here, I’ll do as I damn well please! Might as well fill up. I hate being poor! But I’ll snag those Stimurilles first.
Dildo clambers onto the titanic metallic tummy, wrenching one of the glittering gems free from its socket.
Dildo: (basking in its luster) Sweet!
Suddenly, a deafening roar splits the heavy mist, and a towering wyvern pounds its way across the shining golden field to attack. As her huge, bulbous tits indicate, she is a female.
Dildo: (frozen in terror) Shit on a stick!
The wyvern rears back and unleashes a twin spray of liquid fire from her bulging breasts, missing Dildo by inches and melting a silver statue behind him. He leaps from his perch, landing with a metalic thud on a pile of coins. Groping for his ring, he slips it down his pants, instantly vanishing. The wyvern stalks the treasure vault, snuffling the air for signs of her prey. Dildo stumbles, and she sends out another burst of lactate flame, liquefying a great mound of coins into golden lava. Close-up of the invisible Dildo (the space he would occupy.)
Dildo: (softly) Son of a bitch! How do I fight this monster? That fire of hers can melt through anything! (pausing a moment) Hold on! Maybe that’s the answer!
Traveling shot of the invisible Dildo as he dashes to the base of the largest golden statue. It rivals the wyvern in size, a colossus with outstretched arms and an imposing, protruding dick. Dildo removes the ring and becomes visible at once.
Dildo: (taunting) Over here, skank! You couldn’t hit the broadside of a brothel!
The wyvern wheels, evilly eyes her opponent, then squirts another double-dose of the searing napalm. Dildo streaks away just in time. The withering blast misses him and strikes the ankles of the statue, softening the metal into cascading molten streams. The burnished colossus totters toward the unsuspecting wyvern, crashes down on her at last, its mighty phallus inserting neatly into her vagina, its vast weight pinning her against the stone floor.
Dildo: (as the wyvern thrashes) Enjoy yourself, honey. I’ll just pluck me the rest of these Stimurilles.
Dildo returns to his sparkling harvest as the trapped wyvern kicks at the statue, bucking its butt into a simulated humping motion.
Dildo: (suddenly nervous) Uh-oh! I don’t want to be anywhere around when that cherry pops!
He secures the last jewel and dashes madly away, just in time to avoid a hellish fiery cataclysm which engulfs the chamber.
Dissolve to the Play Room. The three captured girls lie slack in their dark webbing, vacant eyes fixed in spent, mindless reverie.
Tiger Woman: Lord Hardon! The human meat has been made fully receptive!
Hardon: Then let the ritual begin!
Three cloaked, hooded Nads-gals approach the prone figures. They throw open their robes to reveal erect, ready members. As the other savage Tiger Women hum and chant, they swarm over the three girls, engulfing them completely in the bat-like blackness of their cloaks.
Next week – Scene 12: “Duel Identity”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 12: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?p=348211
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Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 11: "Smog Alert!"
Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 11: "Smog Alert!"
Fade in on the recumbent Dildo, snoring away in his suite after an exhausting night of passion. A knock sounds at the chamber door. Off-screen, Ditzee answers it.
Ditzee: Yes? What is it?
Delivery Boy: A message for you, ma’am.
Ditzee: (opening the note) Well isn’t that wonderful news! Thank you!
Delivery Boy: Sure ma’am. Hows about a tip?
Ditzee: Why certainly! Will this do?
Delivery Boy: Very nicely! Thank you very much, ma’am!
Ditzee: What the hell! Have ‘em both!
They exit, giggling. The sound of the closing door wakes Dildo.
Dildo: Wow, what a night! You sure were sweet, babe! Now, how’s about rustling up some breakfast for ol’ Dildo, eh? (no response) Ditzee? You there? (still no response) Now where the hell did she go?
Cut back to Bare-Adore’s retail mall. Ditzee scans the note and compares it to the sign in a shop window. It’s the same shop Loosie visited, with another crude cardboard message reading “Win Free Trip tu Hu-Wi-He!”.
Ditzee: (entering) Gloriosky! What have I got to lose!
Cut to Dildo’s suite. He’s now spiffed up and ready for some action, when Sleezie and Afrodo burst through the door, obviously distressed.
Dildo: What luck! I needed a gal, now I got one for each hand!
Afrodo: (brusquely) Forget that! We got real disturbing news.
Sleezie: Loosie and Gropie are gone! Disappeared sometime last night!
Dildo: Whatta you mean “disappeared”? Like kidnapped? Don’t be ridiculous! Bare-Adore’s a big place. They’re just off somewhere having fun.
Cut to the Play Room, a cushiony, mink-lined torture chamber. Loosie, Gropie and Ditzee (bound and vulnerable on a web-like network of black ropes) squirm and squeal, as nine Tiger Women lick and stroke their naked bodies. Nearby, Hardon gloats.
Hardon: You are very, very lucky young ladies. My pets are unparalleled at the art of sensual stimulation. They have been specially conditioned to note your slightest sensitivity, then exploit it and magnify it a hundred-fold. (musing) Alas, some poor souls even lose their minds from the overload of pleasure!
Loosie: (shrieking with uncontrollable laughter) This isn’t right! This isn’t nice! I only came in here to get my hair done!
Hardon: Oh, my apologies! Pardon my neglect! (to a Tiger Woman) Miss Wormtongue! See to the lady’s hair, please.
The Tiger Woman stops licking under Loosie’s arm and commences muff diving.
Cut back to Dildo’s suite.
Sleezie: Something stinks, Dildo. Floozie’s dug up a lot of ugly dirt on Hardon’s operation.
Dildo: And where is she exactly?
Afrodo: Right in the thick of things. Got herself a gig at the Blazing Balrog strip joint.
Sleezie: The gals down there have plenty to say, and none of it’s good. Go see her, Dildo. She can give you all the details.
Diagonal wipe to the Blazing Balrog Strip Club (a sign outside reads: “Hotter than the Hinges of Hell!”) Inside, Dildo waits at the edge of the runway, as Floozie begins her routine.
Floozie: (to Dildo, under her breath) Glad you showed. I’ve got a story to curl your short-hairs. (sharply) Quick! Make with the money, or I’ll have to move on!
Dildo: (stuffing bills under her G-string) You really think Hardon’s holding those poor girls?
Floozie: I know it! He plans to use them to get to you. He figures you’ll do anything to save them.
Dildo: And I will, too! Why not? With the Stinger at my command, I’m unbeatable!
Floozie: But he’s not alone, see. He’s got nine fearsome servants. Too many for even you to handle. (noticing the “bills” he’s been inserting.) Hey! Are those I.O.U.s?
Dildo: (making out a fresh slip) I can’t help it! I haven’t been paid yet, you know!
Floozie: Jack-ass! You’re calling attention to us! (gesturing) Wait in the corner. I’ll give you a private lap dance so we can speak more freely.
Cut back to the Play Room, where the sensual abuse continues.
Gropie: Stop it! Stop it! I can’t take anymore! I’ll tell you whatever you want!
Hardon raises his armored hand to signal a halt.
Loosie: No Gropie! Don’t do it!
Hardon: Yes, dear girl?
Gropie: (babbling hysterically) It’s Dildo you want, see? Dildo! He has this ring, and it gives him all sorts of super-powers! If you had it, no one could stop you! There! I told you! Now please let me go!
Hardon: Yes, the ring. That is the crux of the matter. (signals for the torment to continue.)
Gropie: (wild-eyed) But I told you! You found out what you wanted!
Hardon: Now, now. Did you really think I was having you tortured for information? Of course not! I’m having you tortured for fun. Silly child! I already know about the ring! Your discomfort is what will bring it here to me!
Cut back to the Blazing Balrog. Floozie gyrates in a sizzling lap dance. It’s so hot, Dildo can’t concentrate on her story.
Floozie: Hardon’s Tiger Women are ferocious hermaphrodites. They’re known as his “Nads-gals”. If they ever get their claws into you, they’ll tear you to pieces, then fuck the pieces. (noticing his hypnotized expression) Are you listening to me!
Dildo: (robotically) ... yeah... yeah... fuck... pieces...
Floozie: (grasping his face in both hands) Snap out of it, dammit! Sleezie and Afrodo and I will serve as your backup. But we’re going to need some fire-power first.
Dildo: ... you already look... fully loaded...
Floozie angrily whacks him with her tassels.
Dildo: (coming around) What? Fire-power? (sarcastically) Want I should whistle up an atom bomb or something? Where am I supposed to find any fire-power?
Floozie: Hardon supposedly holds some ultra-powerful weapons in his treasure vault: six mystical jewels called the Stimurilles. With those in our possession, I’m sure we could handle the Nads-gals easily.
Dildo: And all I have ta do is snag these magic rocks?
Floozie: Don’t think it’ll be easy! They’re sure to be guarded. But if we want to rescue our friends, we don’t have much choice. (ending her routine) There! That’s all you get for now!
Dildo: (disappointed) Awww! C’mon!
Floozie: Bring back what I want, then we’ll talk tease.
Dissolve to a long-shot of Hardon’s treasure vault. It’s filled to overflowing with heaps of precious metals and gems, huge golden statues with enormous stiffies, and in the exact center, a gigantic, gilt, god-like torso, the priceless Stimurilles installed in its multiple navels. The chamber is thick with swirling fumes. An invisible Dildo enters the scene, bearing a weighty key in his unseen grip.
Dildo: Piece of cake! Could’a had that guard’s jock too, if I’d wanted it! (removing the ring to become visible once more.) And now that I’m here, I’ll do as I damn well please! Might as well fill up. I hate being poor! But I’ll snag those Stimurilles first.
Dildo clambers onto the titanic metallic tummy, wrenching one of the glittering gems free from its socket.
Dildo: (basking in its luster) Sweet!
Suddenly, a deafening roar splits the heavy mist, and a towering wyvern pounds its way across the shining golden field to attack. As her huge, bulbous tits indicate, she is a female.
Dildo: (frozen in terror) Shit on a stick!
The wyvern rears back and unleashes a twin spray of liquid fire from her bulging breasts, missing Dildo by inches and melting a silver statue behind him. He leaps from his perch, landing with a metalic thud on a pile of coins. Groping for his ring, he slips it down his pants, instantly vanishing. The wyvern stalks the treasure vault, snuffling the air for signs of her prey. Dildo stumbles, and she sends out another burst of lactate flame, liquefying a great mound of coins into golden lava. Close-up of the invisible Dildo (the space he would occupy.)
Dildo: (softly) Son of a bitch! How do I fight this monster? That fire of hers can melt through anything! (pausing a moment) Hold on! Maybe that’s the answer!
Traveling shot of the invisible Dildo as he dashes to the base of the largest golden statue. It rivals the wyvern in size, a colossus with outstretched arms and an imposing, protruding dick. Dildo removes the ring and becomes visible at once.
Dildo: (taunting) Over here, skank! You couldn’t hit the broadside of a brothel!
The wyvern wheels, evilly eyes her opponent, then squirts another double-dose of the searing napalm. Dildo streaks away just in time. The withering blast misses him and strikes the ankles of the statue, softening the metal into cascading molten streams. The burnished colossus totters toward the unsuspecting wyvern, crashes down on her at last, its mighty phallus inserting neatly into her vagina, its vast weight pinning her against the stone floor.
Dildo: (as the wyvern thrashes) Enjoy yourself, honey. I’ll just pluck me the rest of these Stimurilles.
Dildo returns to his sparkling harvest as the trapped wyvern kicks at the statue, bucking its butt into a simulated humping motion.
Dildo: (suddenly nervous) Uh-oh! I don’t want to be anywhere around when that cherry pops!
He secures the last jewel and dashes madly away, just in time to avoid a hellish fiery cataclysm which engulfs the chamber.
Dissolve to the Play Room. The three captured girls lie slack in their dark webbing, vacant eyes fixed in spent, mindless reverie.
Tiger Woman: Lord Hardon! The human meat has been made fully receptive!
Hardon: Then let the ritual begin!
Three cloaked, hooded Nads-gals approach the prone figures. They throw open their robes to reveal erect, ready members. As the other savage Tiger Women hum and chant, they swarm over the three girls, engulfing them completely in the bat-like blackness of their cloaks.
End of Scene 11.
Next week – Scene 12: “Duel Identity”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 12: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?p=348211
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