Low_Roads
4th Level Black Feather
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... in which our hero puts his money where nobody's mouth should be...
Fade in on an EXTERIOR long-shot of the Holly Wood. Dildo and the girls emerge from the dense tree cover, sweaty and exhausted.
Dildo: (puffing hard) Damn those bastard muckrakers! We lost everything! The horses! The food! The bed-rolls! All I managed to save was the coin purse. (listening to the feeble jingling) And it’s almost tapped!
Afrodo: Buck up, Dildo. At least we escaped the woods. (examining something up ahead) And it looks like we couldn’t have drug that junk much farther anyway!
They approach a formidably high, dense hedge. An arched entryway bears a sign reading: “Amon Raw Nudist Colony – Abandon All Clothes, Ye Who Enter Here”.
Sleezie: So, this is the legendary Amon Raw! You’re right, Afrodo. This is a nature society. They don’t allow manufactured products of any kind.
Dildo: (eying the gate defiantly) I’m not baring my ass for any goddamed Hippie Pinko separatists! Just let ‘em try and stop me!
Dildo marches toward the entrance. But he doesn’t get far. Vines slither from the top of the arch, grabbing him by the johnson and chucking him back out.
Dildo: (in a high-pitched squeal) Of course, if they put it that way...
Diagonal wipe. Ten minutes have elapsed and everyone is now stripped to the skin.
Dildo: How about the cash? We might still need it.
Sleezie: You’re probably right. But if they see that sack, we’ll be in big trouble.
Dildo: So how do you suggest I smuggle it in?
The girls surround Dildo, knowing smirks on their faces. Sleezie gives his butt a playful swat.
Dildo: Oh no...
Diagonal wipe. A couple more minutes later, and Dildo has just shoved the last of the gold coins up his rectum. He covertly fondles the magic ring, then inserts it as well. Long-shot of the inside of the compound, as the party enters.
Ditzee: Wow! This is really beautiful!
Gropie: It’s just like the grounds at the Playboy mansion!
The party traverses all manner of attractive countryside, until they hear the unexpected clatter of approaching hooves.
Afrodo: Someone’s heading this way! We better get under cover!
They conceal themselves in a stand of tall brush, just as dozens of naked bareback riders roar into view.
Dildo: All of a sudden we’re at Belmont! Someone call my bookie!
Afrodo: (keeping low) Wise up, fool! That’s the Riders of Rawhide! They’re the local law. And they don’t like strangers!
As everyone watches, the horse-riders dismount to set up a volley-ball net on a smooth stretch of lawn. Soon, a spirited, bouncy game is underway.
Humpie: That looks like fun! We should join in!
Dildo: I don’t think so! They don’t look very friendly!
Humpie: Well they look nice to me! I’m going down there.
The rest anxiously watch as Humpie traipses down the hill to join the game. At once, she is seen and surrounded by the crowd of naked players.
Dildo: Maybe I was wrong. They seem harmless enough. (there is a sudden off-screen scream from Humpie.) What the...?
The Riders have taken Humpie by the arms and legs and laid her out face-down on the soft grass. Then they pull ping-pong paddles from an equipment bag and commence paddling her bare bottom.
Dildo: Hey! Look at all the expensive crap they’ve got! I thought these guys were Hippies!
Afrodo: Looks like the reports were wrong. They’re really Roughies.
The Riders line up to take their turn abusing Humpie. Some hold birch switches, some hold feathers, one guy is melting down candle wax.
Dildo: We gotta do something!
Afrodo: Too late. That’s the Amon Raw initiation ritual. She’s part of their community now.
Dildo: But I can’t stand to hear those screams!
Afrodo: Don’t worry about Humpie. She’s having the time of her life. (earnestly) She’s always been a masochist. This place will be like Heaven for her. (placing a consoling hand on Dildo’s shoulder.) Face it, Dildo. We’ve lost her.
Dildo: (turning despondently away from the scene below) I was supposed to deliver seven girls to Bare-Adore! What am I gonna tell Hardon?
Afrodo: Say we’re a sextet. That should satisfy him. (seductively) Come along with me, now! I had a long talk with Sleezie, and she told me about some shit I just gotta try! (as she disappears into the bushes) Is it really true what they say about Throbbits?
Dildo fishes out his ring, tosses it gleefully in the air, then chases after Afrodo.
Fade out.
Fade in. Dildo and the remaining girls have crossed the length of Amon Raw and now stand before the opposite gate.
Dildo: Well, there’s the exit. Once we leave here, we’re back in the real world. How’re we gonna get by without any clothes?
Gropie: Look! There’s the answer!
Gropie points toward a little hut. Outside is a sign stating “House of Legolas: Fine Formal-Wear for All Occasions”.
Dildo: What a break! I just hope our gold holds out.
Diagonal wipe: 15 minutes later. Dildo counts coins into the open palm of an elf, as the girls file from the hut in their new apparel: barrels with shoulder straps.
Dildo: You’re damn cute, you are. “Fine Formal-Wear”! You mean “Pine Formal-Wear”, don’t you? Well, there it is! The last of my cash! Hope you’re happy with yourself, you pig-fucking highwayman!
The barrel-clad crew departs Amon Raw and follows the road that will finally lead them into Whordor. Soon they reach two flanking mountains, each one a rounded dome capped with a nipple-like summit.
Dildo: There they are! The Towers of the Teats! We’ve reached the boundaries of Whordor at last!
Next week – Scene 10: “Hardon’s Hospitality”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 10: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=35435
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Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 9: “Naked Aggression”.
Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 9: “Naked Aggression”.
Fade in on an EXTERIOR long-shot of the Holly Wood. Dildo and the girls emerge from the dense tree cover, sweaty and exhausted.
Dildo: (puffing hard) Damn those bastard muckrakers! We lost everything! The horses! The food! The bed-rolls! All I managed to save was the coin purse. (listening to the feeble jingling) And it’s almost tapped!
Afrodo: Buck up, Dildo. At least we escaped the woods. (examining something up ahead) And it looks like we couldn’t have drug that junk much farther anyway!
They approach a formidably high, dense hedge. An arched entryway bears a sign reading: “Amon Raw Nudist Colony – Abandon All Clothes, Ye Who Enter Here”.
Sleezie: So, this is the legendary Amon Raw! You’re right, Afrodo. This is a nature society. They don’t allow manufactured products of any kind.
Dildo: (eying the gate defiantly) I’m not baring my ass for any goddamed Hippie Pinko separatists! Just let ‘em try and stop me!
Dildo marches toward the entrance. But he doesn’t get far. Vines slither from the top of the arch, grabbing him by the johnson and chucking him back out.
Dildo: (in a high-pitched squeal) Of course, if they put it that way...
Diagonal wipe. Ten minutes have elapsed and everyone is now stripped to the skin.
Dildo: How about the cash? We might still need it.
Sleezie: You’re probably right. But if they see that sack, we’ll be in big trouble.
Dildo: So how do you suggest I smuggle it in?
The girls surround Dildo, knowing smirks on their faces. Sleezie gives his butt a playful swat.
Dildo: Oh no...
Diagonal wipe. A couple more minutes later, and Dildo has just shoved the last of the gold coins up his rectum. He covertly fondles the magic ring, then inserts it as well. Long-shot of the inside of the compound, as the party enters.
Ditzee: Wow! This is really beautiful!
Gropie: It’s just like the grounds at the Playboy mansion!
The party traverses all manner of attractive countryside, until they hear the unexpected clatter of approaching hooves.
Afrodo: Someone’s heading this way! We better get under cover!
They conceal themselves in a stand of tall brush, just as dozens of naked bareback riders roar into view.
Dildo: All of a sudden we’re at Belmont! Someone call my bookie!
Afrodo: (keeping low) Wise up, fool! That’s the Riders of Rawhide! They’re the local law. And they don’t like strangers!
As everyone watches, the horse-riders dismount to set up a volley-ball net on a smooth stretch of lawn. Soon, a spirited, bouncy game is underway.
Humpie: That looks like fun! We should join in!
Dildo: I don’t think so! They don’t look very friendly!
Humpie: Well they look nice to me! I’m going down there.
The rest anxiously watch as Humpie traipses down the hill to join the game. At once, she is seen and surrounded by the crowd of naked players.
Dildo: Maybe I was wrong. They seem harmless enough. (there is a sudden off-screen scream from Humpie.) What the...?
The Riders have taken Humpie by the arms and legs and laid her out face-down on the soft grass. Then they pull ping-pong paddles from an equipment bag and commence paddling her bare bottom.
Dildo: Hey! Look at all the expensive crap they’ve got! I thought these guys were Hippies!
Afrodo: Looks like the reports were wrong. They’re really Roughies.
The Riders line up to take their turn abusing Humpie. Some hold birch switches, some hold feathers, one guy is melting down candle wax.
Dildo: We gotta do something!
Afrodo: Too late. That’s the Amon Raw initiation ritual. She’s part of their community now.
Dildo: But I can’t stand to hear those screams!
Afrodo: Don’t worry about Humpie. She’s having the time of her life. (earnestly) She’s always been a masochist. This place will be like Heaven for her. (placing a consoling hand on Dildo’s shoulder.) Face it, Dildo. We’ve lost her.
Dildo: (turning despondently away from the scene below) I was supposed to deliver seven girls to Bare-Adore! What am I gonna tell Hardon?
Afrodo: Say we’re a sextet. That should satisfy him. (seductively) Come along with me, now! I had a long talk with Sleezie, and she told me about some shit I just gotta try! (as she disappears into the bushes) Is it really true what they say about Throbbits?
Dildo fishes out his ring, tosses it gleefully in the air, then chases after Afrodo.
Fade out.
Fade in. Dildo and the remaining girls have crossed the length of Amon Raw and now stand before the opposite gate.
Dildo: Well, there’s the exit. Once we leave here, we’re back in the real world. How’re we gonna get by without any clothes?
Gropie: Look! There’s the answer!
Gropie points toward a little hut. Outside is a sign stating “House of Legolas: Fine Formal-Wear for All Occasions”.
Dildo: What a break! I just hope our gold holds out.
Diagonal wipe: 15 minutes later. Dildo counts coins into the open palm of an elf, as the girls file from the hut in their new apparel: barrels with shoulder straps.
Dildo: You’re damn cute, you are. “Fine Formal-Wear”! You mean “Pine Formal-Wear”, don’t you? Well, there it is! The last of my cash! Hope you’re happy with yourself, you pig-fucking highwayman!
The barrel-clad crew departs Amon Raw and follows the road that will finally lead them into Whordor. Soon they reach two flanking mountains, each one a rounded dome capped with a nipple-like summit.
Dildo: There they are! The Towers of the Teats! We’ve reached the boundaries of Whordor at last!
End of Scene 9.
Next week – Scene 10: “Hardon’s Hospitality”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 10: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=35435
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