5/24 Instance: The Fermented Grape Escape

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5/24 Instance: The Fermented Grape Escape

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Timeline: After "A Rock and a Scaly Place".


Santo: Santo sat outside of the double doors, impatiently waiting once more for his fat boss to finish his daily perverted late night ritual with Melati. He would have felt bad for the girl, but he had met her. It was hard feeling nad for someone when they eaaily could be causing their kidnapper more woes than expected.

Santo: Deep down Santo actualy hoped Mel would cause more than just woe. Preferably something that would cause the boss specialised reattachment surgery. Fat fuck. Santo grumbled in his gravelly voice and waited some more.

Melati: "You like it tight, don't you?" Melati groaned through gritted teeth, sweat glistening on her furrowed brow. Clawed hands gripped firmly and pulled, the hard length slipping between her scaly fingers. "Do you like that? Come on, you can tell me."

Melati: Her companion was unable to form a coherent response, huffing and coughing open-mouthed, his sweaty bald head coloured deep red. His enormous size bucked and jerked on the reinforced bed, the obese body convulsing faster and faster.

Melati: One more tug and the job was done, drool dribbling down his thick lips as he collapsed in a bloated heap. Only then did Melati let go of the heavy chain, loosening its hold around her captor's neck when the old bastard was no longer moving.

Melati: "Yeah, I bet you liked that, you fat fuck!" Throwing down the chain, the lizard mutant stepped up the motionless body and kicked him between the legs for good measure. At least the groan told her he was still alive.

Santo: Santo lookes up at the yelling. That did not sound like it was a good thing for his boss. He was told to come in at any moment that he thought the boss was in trouble. Even sometimes when he wasn't in trouble. Santo shivered at previous memories of walking in on the fat guy in mid coitus. Oh well, better go check, he though.

Santo: Santo's enormous figure stood up and opened the double doors, stepping into the large room and paused at what he saw. The first thought was beached whale. The second was angel lust. The final thought was announced in hushed tones directed at the near naked green girl. "Oh my god, you killed my boss. How the fuck am I gonna pay my rent now?" Then the most important thing came to mind. "Oh my god... Slave Leia outfit.... and you choked Jabba!" he was biting his knuckle to try not to laugh out loud at the ridiculous nature of it all.

Melati: "No worries, I'm pretty sure his neck is far too fat for anyone to choke this sick slob to death, even me." Melati's bejewelled outfit jingled when she climbed over the unconscious mountain of blubbery greasy flesh. "Besides, X-Men don't kill."

Santo: "Huh, okay. He'll be pissed at you when he wakes up." Santo replied, having difficulty trying to tune out the naked fat blob of flesh and just concentrate on the lizard Leia.

Melati: "If he won't be, I didn't kick him hard enough," Melati remarked, strolling over to the big rock guy. "Which is why I don't plan to stick around until that happens. Anyway, do you mind lending a hand?" She held up the heavy chain, still attached to the collar around her neck.

Melati: "I changed my mind about this vacation and think I'm going to check out early," the reptilian mutant said.

Santo: "Not sure I should do that." he said, eyes sloooowly drifting back to his boss' unconscious body.

Melati: Tilting her head, Melati fixated Santo with a narrow-eyed look. "This is usually the point where I'd ask you to help me one more time, before I start turning you into a big pile or rubble," the green girl told the rocky guy.

Melati: "Thanks to whatever your boss mixed into my drink, however, I'm not exactly on top of my own game at the moment," the reptilian mutant admitted. "So, in order to spare ourselves both the embarrassment, I'll skip the empty threats and go right for the kill..."

Melati: Melati replaced her angry glare with the most charming smile she could manage. "Pretty please?"

Santo: Santo clenched his jaw as his worried eyes stared back at Melati. He was still for almost a minute as the big lug internally struggled with himself.

Santo: Santo finally moved, stepping up to the girl and reached down with his huge hands towards her throat. "They took the key from me earlier." he said, "Don't move, don't wanna wanna break your neck." He gripped the thick iron collar and pulled. It took him a moment before the metal links within the clasp cracked and the collar snapped open.

Melati: Melati reached up to rub her sore neck as soon as she was rid of that tight and heavy collar, a lopsided smile on her lips as she looked up at her watchdog turned saviour. "Thanks," she said, meaning it. "Who knows, maybe we'll make a hero out of you, after all."

Santo: "Yeah, well, let's see if this is something like the ten steps to sobriety. Ten steps to heroism." Santo said, reaching down to help Melati up. "Step one, save the princess." he joked, wearing a shiteating grin.

Melati: "That's great, I'm just not sure if we're gonna find one in this place." Melati returned his grin, before looking around for any other exits out of the boss' private quarters. "Maybe there'll be a proper princess for you with the other girls they're keeping here."

Santo: "Oh crudsticks, yeah, the other girls. Blubberbutt will probably take it out on them if you escape." Santo made his way to door then turned back, "Stick with me, I know my way around this place. Plus... I was actually referring to your outfit, Leia."

Melati: "Yeah, guess your boss got off on that scenario." Melati looking down herself, the chains and bells attached to the flimsy golden outfit making a lot of noise for barely covering any of her green skin. "I think I might have killed him for real if he also made me wear the wig."

Santo: "Uhh, speaking of wearing something, you wanna wear something less conspicious? And loud?" he asked, peering out the doors and making sure nobody was in the hallways listening in on them.

Melati: "Hey, from what I can tell, I'd look more conspicuous if I covered up," Melati replied, following after the walking rock. "None of the females I've seen at this place seem to be here to wear much clothes, if you know what I mean."

Melati: She looked back over her shoulder, making sure their host was still drooling unconscious on his bed, before pushing Santo through the door. "As long as we can make it look as if we're supposed to be here, we should be fine. As long as the sleeping beauty back there doesn't wake up, anyway."

Santo: "Wait wait wait.... should we at least tie and gag him in case he does wake up?" Santo asked as he slowly shifted forward. "It'll give us way more time. Plus if it's in a very embarrassing manner, people checking up on him might think it's something he's into and leave him alone. I know I would."

Melati: Pausing her efforts to push the talking mountain through the door, Melati looked back at her former captor once more, then back at her newest ally. "I like the way you think." A mischievous smirk played across her lips. "I had a feeling you'd be all right the moment I met you."

Santo: As the two slid back into the room, Santo added, "There's a pink piggy mask in the closet over there, just shove the ballgag on him, pull the mask over, and nobody will be the wiser when he squeels for help... the perfect plan..."

Melati: "Who knew it would work out for us that your boss is such a kinky bastard," Melati commented, already elbow-deep in sex toys. "Now if we only think of a way to get out of here with a bunch of scared, half-naked girls in tow without his goons chasing us down, we might actually live to tell that tale."

Santo: "Well one of the stuff that I had to memorize was the guard rotation. Who goes where and when. Think that'll help?" he asked as he tried to cuff the boss' wrists to the bed's headboard, and instead had to use rope due to the size of the man's fat wrists.

Melati: "If you don't like being shot at, that'll help us lots." Melati wasn't exactly gentle as she pulled the latex mask over the man's bloated face and zipped it up on the back of his head, before facing the giant rubber ball into his mouth. "With any luck, that'll get us out of here undetected."

Melati: "What do you know about the local area, though?" she asked Santo, in between taking a moment to admire her handiwork. "I didn't hear much traffic at night, so I guess we're not exactly close to the nearest bigger town."

Santo: Santo rubbed his head, "Uhh, we're quite a bit away from town. have to use trucks to do shopping for the whole villa. And if we're getting all the girls out, don't think everyone will fit in a car, and a truck will be too slow." he said, then picked up a pink piggy tail attached to a funny shaped piece of thick bulbous rubber. "...what's this supposed to be?"

Melati: "Oh right, we can't forget the tail for our little piggy now, can we?" Melati shot her gravelly companion a wicked grin. "If you help me turn him around, I can show you."

Santo: "...ew." Santo said, immediately dropping the tail on the bed and wiping his hand on his shirt, even though the anal instrument was fresh out of the box. "Gonna need a bigass scrubbin with a ton of disinfectant after leavin' here." he mumbled as he turned the fat guy around.

Melati: "Speaking of, I'd say taking one of those trucks might be our best shot to make it out of here," Melati said, while giving Santo a demonstration of exactly how this particular toy was applied. "Unless you wanna hoof it, that is."

Santo: "Guess you're right. We just need to get to the docks, they park them there next to the big yacht." Santo grimaced as he watched the probing.

Melati: "Yacht?" Melati perked up, pausing the probing to look up at Santo. "Did you just say there are docks with an actual yacht?"

Santo: "Yeah, huge thing, they tend to keep it stocked up in case Jabba here needs to make an escape to international waters. Can practically live on that thing for months. Funny the stuff you learn during orientation."

Melati: Melati gave her rocky friend a perplexed look and held up a hand to stop him from saying any more. "Whoa, hold it there for a second, boulder-brain. Are you telling me there's a perfectly fine yacht just waiting for us?"

Santo: If someone listened very carefully, they might have heard the thinking song of Jeopardy playing somewhere in the background. Then it hit Santo like a ton of bricks. "Duh, of course, yeah, I knew that, just wanted to see if you'd catch on."

Melati: Melati's smirk showed how convinced she was of his explanation. "So, what do you say, Santo?" she asked, planting a hand on her hip. "Up for a cruise with your slave princess and a harem full of other girls?"

Santo: "Oh geeze, and me without a dick. This is gonna be torture." he said, not realizing he just let the cat out of the bag concerning his anatomy.

Melati: She may have been born with a gun for a mouth, but there was a line even Melati didn't cross. And you just didn't make fun of someone's junk. "Well, then you'll just have to pass the time otherwise," she said, flashing a grin. "I'm sure there's plenty of cool beer for you to enjoy while you watch."

Santo: He squinted at Mel. "Watch what exactly?"

Melati: Melati shrugged her shoulders and shot him a suggestive smirk. "Whatever you'll have your own harem do for you."

Santo: "...we'll need to stop at storage to pick up more beer before escapin'. I don't think there'd be enough on that boat to keep me sane." he mumbled as they finally made their way out the door.

Melati: "You can leave that to me," Melati replied, reaching up to pat his shoulder as she followed him. "Alcohol acquisition is my speciality."
"The secondary penis slides into view. And they all lived happily ever after."
Kieron Gillen
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