Shit Pitt--Transformation of Terrance

Shit Pitt--Sway of the Sweater pt. 6 of 8:  Transformation of Terrance

A sweater-less Clementine burst from the tropical forest, carrying a makeshift spear and looking like some sort of wild, white native on the hunt!  He arrived at Monica's trailer, after a long desperate run to get to her in time.  Clementine feared the worst, as Shithead's promise to eliminate her still played out in his mind!

Clementine walked up to the door of her trailer, unsure of what he'd find.  He opened the door and went inside.  A quick search revealed no one was there.  All Clementine found was Monica's bra and panties--the ones that bound her--laid out on the bed.  Clementine sighed in relief.  At least she'd escaped them.  Then his hope derailed.  What if Shithead had already gotten there and kidnapped her?

"Percy!"  What's going on?"  Clementine turned to see Jeffrey, the director of Child Castaways, standing in the doorway.

"It's Monica.  Sh-she's gone!"

"Gone?  She's got an 8 AM call!  She better not be gone!"

"You don't understand!"  Clementine struggled with whether or not he should tell Jeffrey about what was going on.

"I sure don't!  Lissen, did you hear some gunshots earlier?  This part of Tutuila is supposed to be clear for filming!"

Uh--no.  What gunshots?"

BLAM!

"THAT gunshot!"  Jeffrey turned to leave.  "C'mon it came from the beach!  If some poachers are hunting on my set I'll prosecute!"

*******

"Gragghhh!!"  The painful groans of Terrance the Pirate came from inside his yacht cabin bathroom.  Shithead was at work applying the vestige of shit from Clementine's sweater to his new chosen Shitling!  In the next room, Monica lay naked and sprawled out on a wooden table, with rope binding her arms and legs to it.  Across her mouth still rested a piece of the living shit from Shithead's tendril.  She shook her head and squirmed her body in protest, but her screams were muffled.

Peyton was tied up outside on the deck where Terrance had been, and with the same rope.  Tape was over his mouth, so that he could not yell out as well.  Yet, Shithead had underestimated the problem child, as he was attempting to reach into his back pocket for his knife to cut the ropes!

Shithead--in the body of Halabaad--stood over Terrance the pirate as he applied the vestige of shit to him.  The process was evidently painful as Terrance continued to groan in for several minutes longer before he was silent.  Halabaad's body then moved aside, revealing a somewhat different Terrance the Pirate!  He was now naked except for a loincloth, his bandanna, and eye patch.  He sat on the toilet of his cabin bathroom with his head down and his body hunched forward.

"Terrance...awaken!"  The raspy voice of Shithead called to his new shitling.  Terrance's bandanna and eye patch began to stir, glowing with the red energy of the shit!  His long hair vanished magically under his white bandanna and was replaced by slithering strings of shit that sprouted outwards.  Shit grew out from his eye patch and dropped down onto Terrance's arms, changing them into tendrils of shit resembling Halabaad's!  Terrance groaned in pain once more, but it soon faded into an evil laugh as he looked up at his master and smiled!


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Shit Pitt--Tasting the Tendrils

Shit Pitt--Sway of the Sweater pt. 5 of 8:  Tasting the Tendrils

The body of Halabaad made its way along the beach, moving towards Terrance the Pirate's yacht.  It was the body of Halabaad that moved, but it was the mind of Shithead that directed it!  The floating tendril-like turds of the Demon of Defecation emanated from the place where Halabaad's face should have been, signifying his possession of the terrorist.  Halabaad clutched the now lifeless sweater of Clementine in one hand and his recently-fired pistol in the other.  As the strange amalgam walked on, the two persons within conversed mentally.

"Oh Master Shithead!  I did not see why we let Clementine go at first, but I now realize your plan!  Terrance the Pirate, with his past jealously over Clementine's TV status, will make a much better Shitling than the weak Clementine!"

"Yes, Halabaad!  It's true!  I was able to observe inside Terrance's mind briefly, and saw that after kidnapping Clementine, Terrance tried to kill him!  Such envy and hate within him!  He will be very easy to turn to our side!  All it will take is the application of the shit taken from Clementine's sweater!  Then, with our strength increased, we can free the other Shitlings from the Rebellion's gras--"

"Master, what is it?"  Shithead halted the body of Halabaad as quickly as his sentence.

"I sense others...aboard the yacht!"  Shithead used whatever mental abilities he had to probe further.  The floating turds of his face then glowed a deep red and formed the semblance of a smile.  "Halabaad!  We must hurry!  This is even better than I planned!"

With that, the body of Halabaad began to run towards the yacht!

*******

Monica lay flat on the deck of the yacht, taking care to keep her head down in the wake of the gunshots that came from down the beach.  She then quickly and violently grabbed Terrance the Pirate by the vest again!

"Ok, Mr. Pirate!  Tell me what the hell's going on!  Why is this Shithead shooting up the island and what does Clementine have to do with it?!?"

Terrance laughed.  "I told ya, wench!  Shithead wants Clementine back in his service!
Don't worry, he be a different man now!  Cowboy reformed him, yarr!  Yet, Clementine was a little cuckoo when he was a Shitling!  Shithead wants ta bring that side'a him back!"

Monica shook her head.  "Shitling?  Cowboy?  What kind of fantasy is this?  Sounds like one of Jeffrey's bad ideas!"

"Yarr it be a bad idea if Clementine tries to resist!  Which probably be why ya hear all the shootin'!"

"Peyton!  Stay where you are!  I'm going to go help Clementine!"  Monica lifted herself up from the deck to leave.
Terrance broke in.  "Yarr that would be an even more terrible idea, Wench!  I should know cuz they don't call me Terrance the Terrible for nothin'!  Yarrr!"

Monica eyed Terrance with annoyance.  "Lissen Pirate Man, you're not helping any and your Pirate act is annoying me!  Why don't you just shut up and let me think?"

"Ms Monica!"  Peyton yelled down from the roof of the yacht’s cabin.

"Peyton!!  Get down from there!  You might get shot!"

He held a telescope in his hand.  "But I gotta try out this cool spyglass I found in the cabin!  Guess what?"

"What, Peyton?"  Monica shook her head as she looked up at the problem child.

"I can see that HalaShitman and he does have a gun!  Looks like he's coming back this way, Ms. Monica!  If Terrance had a pirate gun, I'd shoot ‘em from here! YARR!!"

"Oh my God!  Peyton, do you see Clementine?!?"

Peyton turned the frame of the telescope.  "Um no, Ms. Monica.   It's just Shitface!"

"Peyton!  Language!"

"Sorry Ms. Monica!"

Monica looked back towards the beach and could vaguely make out the white-robed Halabaad/Shithead.  She worried about Clementine but assumed the worst if he'd been shot.  She then looked up at Peyton and realized it was their safety that was most important now.  She'd grab Peyton and they'd get off the yacht and find help as quickly as possible!

BLAM!  Before Monica could move another gunshot fired off, following the sound of Peyton...

"MSSS MONICA!  HELLLLLLLLP!!"

...as he fell of the roof of the cabin and into the sea!

*********
Clementine rested in the heavy foliage of the Tutuilan forest.  Hidden by the tropical trees and bushes, he had escaped the bullets of Halabaad's gun.  He had gone a considerable distance, in a direction that was unfamiliar to him.  It had not been his intent to go away from direction of the movie set, but if that led Halabaad and Shithead away from Monica and the others then he could rest knowing they were safe.  His main concern at the moment though was escaping Shithead and Halabaad and surviving!  He refused to submit to Shithead's control again--not after he'd worked so hard regaining himself and now finding a new life with Monica on Tutuila.

"Monica!"  He then remembered the vision Shitehead had shown him of Monica trapped on the bed by her own undergarments!

"Gotta help her!"  Clementine turned to run towards Monica's trailer, also remembering Shithead's promise to send Halabaad to eliminate her if he did not submit to Shithead!  His pace quickened with the growing fear in his heart as he prayed he was not too late!

********

Monica watched Peyton's fall into the ocean.  To her, everything was happening in slow motion.  Peyton must have been shot by Halabaad's gunfire, and had been knocked off of the roof of the yacht cabin!  Without much thought, she threw off her robe to reveal her naked brown Tutuilan form.  Terrance began to yarr, but was cut off as Monica looked back and gritted her teeth like a savage!

"God, I wish I'd worn a swimsuit!"  she thought to herself.  "I'd even take those stuck purple panties and bra right now!"  She sighed and leapt in after the problem child.  She reached him quickly and dragged him to the shore.  Once there, she retreated back into the water, to cover her nakedness from the boy.

"Ms Monica!  You saved me!”

“Peyton, are you okay?  Did you get shot?”

“No, Ms Monica.  The blam scared me and I fell!  Must’a lost my balance!  Why ya hiding in the water?!?"  Peyton smirked.  "Ms Monica!  Are you naked in there?"

"Peyton, shut up!"  Monica lifted her hands to cover her breasts that were beneath the water.  "I was concerned about Clementine, and I ran out without thinking!  Didn't think you'd be out here!"

"I got up early and was bored, so I came down to the beach!  Then I saw Halashit and the yacht and Mr. Terrance yarr!"

Monica shook her head.  "Please don't do that.  Ok, listen to me.  We have to get out of here.  Follow m--"

THWAPP!  Monica was cut off as a long bulbous tendril appeared between them and wrapped around her neck!

"Ms Monica!"  Peyton looked past her to see the tendril coming from the arm area of Halabaad, who was now standing within a few feet of them.  Peyton could smell the tendril and confirmed that...

"Mistah, you smell like shit!"

Monica's eyes grew big but before she could tell Peyton "language," another tendril wrapped around her mouth and she shook her head and squirmed as she got a taste of it.

The raspy voice of Shithead came from the floating turd mass head.  "Ahh yes.  Taste it, Monica.  Taste the tendril of Shithead!  Mmm!"

Monica fought to get free but the tendril was too strong and pulled her naked body out of the water and along the sandy shore, closer and closer towards the Demon of Defecation...


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New Ink Pitt--Windshield Wondering

New Ink Pitt--Rufus' Endowment Results pt. 1 of 6:  Windshield Wondering

"MOMEEE! WHAT YOU DOIN' IN THERE?!?"  Rufus, Rachel's special son, yelled loudly through glass as his face pressed against the minivan's windshield.

Rachel struggled to find her clothing, as she had just had sex with Lenny the Leprechaun--again--and had fallen asleep with him naked in the front seat of her minivan!

"MOMEEE!  WHAT DAT HANGING OFF YOUR CHEST?!?  IT LOOK LIKE...LIKE...LIKE...YOUR BOOBIES!!! WHAHHH!"  Rufus' face twisted as he slid his open mouth along the windshield surface and bawled like a baby.

"I SEE MY MOMEEE'S BOOBIES AND THAT BAD BAD BAD!  IT NOT MY FAULT THOUGH!"  Rufus then turned his attention to the equally naked Lenny the Leprechaun, eyeing him hatefully as he attempted to press his eyes into the windshield.

"OW! MY NOSE!"  Rufus pulled away from the windshield when he bumped his nose.  Lenny giggled and then looked over at Rachel as she scrambled to get her clothing out of the floorboard.

"Ah Lass!  How are ye doin' over there?"  Lenny smirked and stood up on the seat, allowing Rachel to see the full length of his 4'3" frame and the full length of his big green dragon as she rose her head up from looking in the floorboard.  Her eyes met the green dragon and she couldn't help but smirk back at him, if only for a moment.  She then remembered Rufus.

"Oh Lenny!  Oh my God, Lenny!  Put this on!  Rufus is already freaked out enough from seeing me naked!"

Rachel threw the item of clothing at Lenny, only to realize it was her panties!

"Ah Rachel, I'd be happy ta put these on, but furst I might play with them a wee bit!  Lenny slipped the panties over his big green dragon, but not in the way they were supposed to.  He was about to work them around himself and get some satisfaction, when Rachel pulled them off of him quickly and threw Lenny's green pants over to him.

"Enough Lenny!  Put your pants on!"

Lenny got partially dressed just in time as Rufus was now over his nose pain and pressed his mouth back against the windshield again.

"IT LENNY!  HE MAKE MOMEEE BE BAD BAD BAD!  WHAT HE MAKE YOU DO IN THERE, MOMEE?"

"Rufus!! Honey, get off the car window!!  Mommy was just--playing a game with Lenny!"

Rufus pressed his face sideways into the windshield, with his cheek squished up against it, making a horrible face.

"WHAA?  A GAME?!?  MOMEE I WAN' PLAY TOO!!"

Lenny giggled as he slipped on his shirt.  "Damn retard wants ta play too!"

Rachel looked angrily at him.  "Don't call him that!  He's special!  Not a retard!"  She found her bra and fumbled with it as Rufus continued to stare at them sideways.  She finally got it clasped and slipped her panties on as well.

"No Rufus, you can't!  This is--a private game between Mommy and Lenny!  It's over now anyway!"

"OVER?  WHAA?  I SAD NOW, MOMEE!"

"I'm sorry honey.  You can play next time."  Lenny rolled his eyes at that statement.
"Rufus, how are you here?  You're supposed to be at your endowment, miles down the road!"

"I could ask you the same thing, "Sister" Rachel!"  Rachel's heart sank as Brother Brad walked up to the car!
Rufus, feeling his mommy's regret, then slid down the windshield mouth first, leaving a trail of saliva behind!


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Shit Pitt--Monica on the Yacht

Shit Pitt--Sway of the Sweater pt. 4 of 8:  Monica on the Yacht 

Monica walked onto the beach as the first signs of daylight began to brighten the sky.  She looked out towards the ocean and saw Terrance the Pirate's yacht.  She was a bit puzzled, as this stretch of Tutuila was deserted and supposed to be closed for the filming of Child Castaways.  There were no ports or fishing villages for a good mile, so seeing a yacht there was a bit odd.  Intrigued, she decided to take a closer look and hoped that maybe she'd find the missing Clementine.

The yacht was anchored closely to the shore, close enough that she could walk to it through some water.  Monica wished she had brought her swimsuit however, as her robe got wet and slowed her progress towards the boat.  She could have disrobed, but she didn't want whoever was on the yacht to see her naked, no matter how much of a native she was!  Monica smiled as she thought about how Clementine had already seen most or if not all of her during their lovemaking session!  She enjoyed his company a lot, and thought he felt the same way.  It would have been unlike him to run off after all that!

"YARR!  WHO GOES THERE?!?"  The voice of Peyton "the pirate" rang out across the water as he appeared on the deck of the yacht.

"Peyton?!?  What are you doing up there?"  Monica dreaded the answer as she sloshed through the water closer to the boat.  No doubt Peyton was up to some mischief yet again.

"Ms Monica!  I-I was just playin' pirate!  See?"  He pointed to his eye patch and bandanna.

"Peyton, get off of there--right now!"

"Aww  but Ms Monica--"

"No excuses!"

Peyton made a sad face, and when that didn't work, he smirked again.  He then laughed and turned to run.

"Ya gotta catch me first!"

Monica cursed under her breath as she scrambled to get after the problem child.  Her robe was soaked on the edges, making it heavier.  She struggled to climb up and board the yacht.  Finally, she reached the deck and hoisted herself over.

"Whew!  The prop boats in Child Castaways aren't this difficult!"  Monica shook off the slight fatigue from the climb and  stood to her feet.  As she did, she saw a strange sight.  "What the hell?!?"  Monica gasped as she looked across the deck to see Terrance the Pirate tied up and gagged..  He bounced around and kept trying to talk.  Monica cautiously walked towards him and removed the tape from his mouth.

"Wench!  Whoever ya be, leave my vessel and take the rug rat with ya!  Hearken to the words of Terrance the Terrible!  Yarr!"

Monica stared for several seconds before a huge smile came to her lips.  She then started laughing!

"Yarr how dare ya mock Terrance the Pirate?!?  If''n I was not trussed up right now, I'd pull out my sword and force ya ta walk the plank!  Yarrr!!"

"Are you for real?"  Monica was finally able to stop laughing.

"Yarr!  Land lubber!  I'll show ya how real I be, soon as I get loose!"

"Yarr?  Who says that?  Isn't that a bit dated?  Don't think I ever heard Captain Jack Sparrow say yarr.  This has gotta be a joke!  Did Jeffrey hire you as a surprise for the movie?"

Terrance squirmed in his ropes.  "Surprise?  Jeffery? Movie?  Terrance the Terrible knows nothing of these!  He does know that he likes to pillage and plunder and  a capture the booty!"

He looked Monica's body up and down as he said "booty" and smirked.

Before she could respond to his checking her out, she heard gunshots ring out from down the beach.  Monica dropped down and yelled for Peyton to stay wherever he was."

"Yarr that be my captors!  Probably got Clementine!"

Monica crawled over to Terrance and grabbed him by the vest.  "What?!?  Who's got Clementine?!?"

The Pirate's eyes grew big.  "Calls himself Shithead!"

Monica smirked.  "Shit--head?  What kind of name is Shithead?  That's more of an insult than a name."

Terrance shook his head.  "Don't matter.  Shithead be a very powerful enemy who's seekin' revenge.  Used his man, Halabaad, to attack my yacht and take me captive!"

Monica surveyed the beach and water around them again before turning back to Terrance.  "But why?"

Shithead wants revenge on me and the others who rebelled 'gainst him.  Came here ta recapture his other man--Percy Clementine!"

Monica's eyes grew big in astonishment.  "Percy?  Working with a kidnapper?!?  You talking about Percy Clementine, childrens show host?"

"Yarr that be the man!"  Terrance blurted out as he moved around and worked to untie his hands that were bound behind him.  "Me and Percy worked together on Percy's Playtime.    He needed a pirate and I got hired since I be a real pirate!"

Whatever, Buddy!" Monica frowned.  "Listen I need you to..."  Before Monica could finish her sentence, they heard more gunshots coming from down the beach.

"Percy!!!" Monica shouted.


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New Ink Pitt--Sidewalk Setup

New Ink Pitt--Trodemus: Street Psychic pt. 1 of 6 :  Sidewalk Setup 

Trodemus awoke with a gasp!  It was all a dream!  Everything he had experienced--from Belinda lying naked on a table and spending all their money on "Funky Poppers;" to the bizarre meeting with horrifying presidential candidates; to the distasteful comparisons of Trodemus with that strange fictional doctor; to the oversized, cross-dressing girly giant version of Stardust ripping open the Psychic Parlor--had all been a simple nightmare!

Trodemus moved his head around on something squishy.  He raised his hand and felt a familiar sensation.  He opened his eyes and saw that his head rested not on a pillow, but upon one of the fat thighs of Belinda, his Lady Love and Cherished Chubby!  Trodemus smiled a wicked smile and started to run his hand up and down Belinda's voluptuous leg.  He wasn't sure how they'd ended up in this position but he was sure it would lead up to some serious lovemaking between them yet again!

Suddenly, Belinda shifted and Trodemus' hand slid off her huge thigh.  Instead of their bed, Trodemus felt grass!  He then slid his hand a few inches more to find the cold, uncaring feel of the sidewalk!  Trodemus' eyes grew big.  He thought the nightmare was over.  He then heard Belinda above him, sniffling.

"Ohh Troddie!"

Trodemus looked up to see his lady love in tears, but looking wonderful in her sexy red corset!  Trodemus realized he was also fully clothed in his black robe.  He then slid up off of Belinda's large leg to comfort her.

"Belinda!  Why are you crying?"

Belinda opened her eyes as tears rolled down her pudgy cheeks and looked deeply with desperation at her man.

"I-It's the Parlor!  We've been kicked out!"

Trodemus grabbed Belinda by her rotund arms and got a bit excited feeling those curves!  He shifted lustful thoughts aside to further figure out the situation.

"What do you mean?  What's happened to the parlor?  Why are we on the street?”

Belinda pulled a tissue from her corset and blew her nose.  Trodemus cringed at the honking sound.

"S-Stardust--he kicked us out!  We're locked out of the parlor and the yard now that we didn't pay him the $250,000!"

Trodemus grimaced.  "How do you know this?  How did we end up on the street?  The last thing I remember was being in bed with you, and then I had a horrible nightmare about Stardust destroying the Psychic Parl-- Wait!  Is it still there?!?”  Trodemus looked up at the white picket fence that surrounded the Psychic Parlor grounds.  He stood up and looked over to see that the Psychic Parlor, and the adjoining Bingo Hall were still there!

"Troddie, all I remember was going to bed with you too in the Parlor.  I woke up to find us out here, sleeping on the sidewalk!  I tried to get through the fence, but I couldn't find the entrance!"

Trodemus' brow furrowed.  "No entrance?  Where did our gate go?"  He looked both ways along the fence and saw nothing.

"I don't know Honey!  It's just...gone!"  Belinda then started crying again as Trodemus hugged her up.

A passerby walked along the sidewalk up to them.

"Hey are you folks okay?"  Trodemus looked up at the person and saw the face of Stardust!  He was wearing a sparkly jogging suit sweater with a short skirt  as he ran in place.

"YOU!"  Trodemus shouted and made a leap for the Star-Crossed Cross dresser!  He was unable to make contact though, as Stardust's body became translucent, sending Trodemus flying right through!

"Yes!  It's me!  Stardust!  The SOLE PROPRIETOR--of the New Ink Pitt, and your former Psychic Parlor!"

"You told me that in my dream!"  Trodemus raised himself up from the street.

"Huh?"  Stardust looked puzzled.

"You came up the Psychic Parlor as this big girly giant and you told us that you were the Sole Proprietor and then you tore down the whole place!"

Stardust rolled his eyes like he didn't know what to think.  He then looked back at Trodemus.  "Trodemus--you are a beautiful young man--but I think you've got a wild imagination!  I didn't have anything to do with any dream!"  He then turned and giggled, revealing a translucent sparkly to do list that said:

Subjects to make Trodemus dream of to make him upset:
1.  Belinda spending too much money
2.  Politicians
3.  Giant Girly Stardust!
4.  Ripping up the Psychic Parlor

He then slid the list back into his dress, and somewhere down in his crotch area before turning around to face Trodemus again.  His body became totally visible again.

"Okay, so I had a little to do with the dream!  It was just in good fun and not real!"

Trodemus gritted his teeth in anger.

"It truly was all a dream, but this right now--it's not!  Belinda was correct.  I transported you out onto the street during your distracting dream and have now barred you from re-entry!  Until you are able to come up with the $250,000 to pay for the Psychic Parlor, you no longer have a home!"

"Bah! How do you propose that we make money with no Psychic Parlor?  Trodemus and his secretary need an establishment from which we can ply our wares!"

Stardust smiled.  "You have this sidewalk and any sidewalk within the area!  Surely the great Trodemus:  Psychic of Doom can draw money from anywhere!  A Sidewalk Setup sounds like an even better way to bring in customers being that you'll be visible to all passersby!"

With that, Stardust in his girly jogging suit disappeared, leaving Trodemus and Belinda to contemplate their fate.


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Shit Pitt--Peyton the Pirate

Shit Pitt--Sway of the Sweater pt. 3 of 8:  Peyton the Pirate

Peyton the problem child rambled through the trees towards the beach.  The cantankerous child was up to no good yet again as he spotted a yacht that had pulled up on shore right before day break.  He had watched and waited to see who would get off the boat.  Peyton thought he was dreaming when he saw a weird man in a white Middle Eastern style robe exit the yacht and walk down the beach.  Had Jeffrey secretly hired some new actor?  Closer examination of the man's face revealed that he didn't have a face at all!  In place of his face where these free-floating shapes that looked like turds!

"Ewwww!  Turd face!"  Peyton said under his breath.

The figure was clearly the now-possessed Halabaad, showing the face of Shithead, though Peyton was not aware of any of that.  He assumed it was some mask and that Jeffrey was most likely going to use this guy as a surprise to scare all the kids in Child Castaways!  Peyton got an idea and then smirked.  He'd make sure that that Jeffrey would be the one who'd be surprised as he made his way to the yacht!

***
A naked Monica stood over her bed, still looking down at her bra and panties, which had bound her to her bed up until a few moments before.

"What the hell happened last night?!?"  She reached down and picked up her bra and then dropped it back down on the bed, waiting for something happen.  When nothing stirred, she sighed in relief.

"Man, what did I have to drink last night?"

She then went from room to room in her cabin, looking for Clementine.  He was nowhere to be found, so she slipped on her robe and went outside and looked around.  When her search found nothing, she decided to make her way out to beach.  Dawn was approaching, so maybe she'd find Clementine out there in the morning light.

***

Back at the yacht, Peyton made his way onto the deck, only to find Terrance the Pirate tied up and gagged in a corner!

"Heyyy Mistah!  Oh wow!  You're a PIRATE!!!"  Peyton yelled excitedly.

Terrance shook his head and said "MMFF MMFF MMFF" with a fervor that clearly said to "Shut up!"  It was clear that Terrance didn't want the Shithead-possessed Halabaad coming back and capturing Peyton too.  Of course Peyton didn't understand, and thought that Terrance was playing Pirate with someone.

"Where are the other pirates, Mistah?  You must be the bad pirate if they got you tied up!  Should have left somebody ta watch you!"

Peyton then walked over and took Terrance's eye patch and bandanna, putting them both them both on his own head.  He then looked back at Terrance and smiled.

"Not ta worry Mistah Bad Pirate!  Peyton the Pirate is here ta keep an eye on ya!  YARRRR!!!"


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New Ink Pitt--Raunchy Rachel

New Ink Pitt--St. Patty’s Day Sinner pt. 2:  Raunchy Rachel

Rachel eyed the tall stein of green beer on the table in front of her as she contemplated St. Patrick's Day.  As a good Mormon woman, she knew she should abstain from alcohol, but it looked so good!  She had realized that if she was going to be in a relationship with Lenny the Leprechaun, then a bit of partying was required!  So she licked her lips and reached for the stein, quickly turning it up and chugging it all down like an Irishman!

Rachel then slammed the empty stein down on the table and let out a huge burp!  The room looked fuzzy but she felt really good.  She tried to stand up but was a bit wobbly, and fell into another woman who was walking by.  The woman shoved her and Rachel took offense, letting out a series of cuss words that she didn't even know she had in her!  Rachel argued with the woman for a moment but was then led away by Lenny, who rushed in to save her!

"Well  Rachel, I see ye've finally come around to me lifestyle!"

Rachel drunkenly tried to speak.  "L-Lenny...you're s-s-so cute!  Weshould go and have sex somewheres later hehe!"

Lenny smirked.  "I won't argue with ye there, Lass!  Ye are so sexy right now!"

"Whhat?  Me?  Sexy?  I'm not sexy, but these are!"

Rachel pulled her top off and exposed her breasts to the entire pub they were in!  The Mormon Mommy was really starting to loosen up after that drink!  She then got up on the bar and the rest of her outfit was visible.  She was wearing a green skirt, fishnets, and high heels!   She stood up on top of the bar, topless and began dancing!  Her red hair flowed as she shook her head side to side and moved to the sounds of Irish music.  The pub attendees started clapping and cheering as Rachel began to take off the rest of her clothes!  She slid her green skirt down her long legs to reveal green panties.  As she bent over, she turned her butt towards Lenny and smiled at him!  She then threw her dress onto the lecherous leprechaun's face, followed by her panties!  Lenny sniffed them and winked at her.  Rachel stood up again, and was now completely naked except for her green fishnet stockings and high heels!  She continued dancing, but with more provocative movements as she lifted her arms up and squatted down.  Someone from the crowd yelled out, wanting to know where her pole was.  Rachel smirked and looked down at Lenny.  The leprechaun looked deviously back at his lady and then jumped onto the bar with her!  He then slid down his pants and everyone then knew where Rachel's pole was!  Rachel giggled and prepared to work her pole...in a number of ways...but before she could she awoke from her dream to the sound of Rufus yelling at Lenny from the outside of the mini van!  She looked up to see her Special Son laying on the windshield with his face pressed into the glass asking "Wenny" what he was doing in there with his mommy!


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