Posted by Ay-Wun on December 03, 2006 at 23:47:42:
This musical was originally written intending to have all the songs done as audio clips, but circumstances caused the one who was to do that opt out. Some day, hopefully, this and my other musicals here may yet be done that way, if not performed on stage. A-1
The scene is: A very private club in London, England, UK
Overture: Orchestration of, "We Kiss In A Shadow" From, "The King and I"
A large spot illuminates the center of the stage. Izzzy and Ynez slink sexily into it from both sides and join the orchestra, to sing:
"We Sing For Our Supper"
( Music: "We Kiss In A Shadow")
We sing for our supper
We know all the words
Our harmony's fine
We're two sexy birds
We're both quite enticing
As we croon for you
You ogle our goodies
And hope for a screw
Bridge: We make you desire us,
To want us in bed
Or anywhere else
To make fr-e-e-e-e-e
With that thought in mind
You're nursing your bone
Sorry now matey
You'll use it alone
The spot dies leaving the stage in blackness once more.
Good evening to you ladies and gentlemen, gynophagic gourmets, you who are in on our secret now. Our two lovely stars are not. I am your host tonight, 'The Unseen Emcee'. Izzzy and Ynez cannot hear me, nor can any on stage. I will pop in now and then to let you know what's going on.
A smaller spot circle pops open, fore, center stage.
Gorgeous Izzzy steps forward into the spot, her fabulous body in black, form fitting cat suit. Her flowing dark red tresses framing her beautiful face. It is not her usual cat suit, this one she found in her dressing room, replacing her own. It feels clingingly odd to her and is complete with tail. A wonderful tail that, she found while rehearsing a song, writhed sinuously to the music.
Izzzy sings her favorite song:
Come And Torture Me
(Music: "Take A Chance On Me" By: ABBA)
If you've pain in mind, I'm the first in line
See how sub I'll be,
Come and torture me
If you'll hurt me, really well, gonna stick around
If you've got a place to go, oh please tie me down
If you've canes, whips, and needles, then let's go to town
See how sub I'll be
Come and torture me.
Gonna take everything you give, that ain't no lie
And I'll love all you give, if you give me a try
Come and torture me
That's what I beg Master
Come and torture me
You can tie me up, you can start whipping, so just go on and do it
Cut into my C cups, start me tripping, come on and clamp my tit
'Cause you know I get
So much from that agony, won't you come do it all to me,
It's heaven
Be my Master, do it now, I don't need to show you how
Hurry up with pain
Must I beg again?
If you've pain in mind, I'm the first in line
See how sub I'll be
Come and torture me
If you'll hurt me real well, gonna stick around
To your place we'll go, And you'll tie me down
With all your canes, whips, and needles, we will go to town
Then how sub I'll be!
Come and torture me!
Come on torture me!
Come on torture me!
Come on torture me!
Tail waving, as the audience applauds, Izzzy circulates out of the spot as Ynez, in her loveliness, emerges into the light, her diaphanous, flowing, black gown both concealing and revealing her beautiful body. This gown too had replaced her usual one. It felt odd to her, with its wonderful, clinging, subtle transparancy.
Does the audience sense something in these garments? Pay close attention dear patrons of the arts!
Ynez sings her favorite song:
Doggin' Queen
(Music: "Dancing Queen" By: ABBA)
She can fuck, she can blow, she is as hot as can be-e-e-e
See this slut, make the scene, she is the Doggin' Queen
Friday night in a car park lot
Meeting some guy, she's oh so hot
To get him in her pussy, that is creaming so
Ea-ger to put on a show
Any guy there now she will do
If he ain't there, well it could be you
As soon as she's fuckin' then, everything is fine
She's in this place now fu-uck
If you're there, you're in luck...
She is the Doggin' Queen, hot as hell, and only eighteen
Doggin' Queen, spreads her legs, gets him in between
She can fuck, she can blow, she is as hot as can be-e-e-e
See that slut, make the scene, she is the Doggin' Queen
This sweet bird sure is not a tease
For the next guy she's on her knees
Ready now with every hole, any cock will do
She's in this place now to fu-uck
If you're there, you're in luck...
She is the Doggin' Queen, hot as hell, and only eighteen
Doggin' Queen, spreads her legs, gets him in between
She can fuck, she can blow, she is as hot as can be-e-e-e
See this slut, make the scene, she is the Doggin' Queen!
She is the Doggin' Queen!
She is the Doggin' Queen!
She is the Doggin' Queen!
{fade}
As Ynez takes her applause, Izzy joins her, smiling.
Suddenly all the applause is drowned by the strains of Wagner's, "Ride Of The Valkyrie" played on an unseen organ. A cloud of red smoke, which almost instanly dissipates, reveals, in a deep red tuxedo and cape, arms akimbo, "Mad Entrepeneur, Eehoe D. Algo. From each stage wing come four sinister stage hands, clad only in blood red straps and boots.
Eehoe D. Algo had been driven mad by O.D.ing on six viagra. A massive five hour erection had, after some thirty orgasms, shriveled both penis and testes into tiny pea sized things. Who would not be quite mad after having possessed a ten by two and a half inch member.
The beauteous duo stood aghast, in their spot, at this untoward intrusion into their act, wondering what the owner of Club D was doing, and if they should continue. They turned startled, as the audience began to cheer the movement of unfamiliar equipment on to the stage. Suddenly Ynez was seized by the gossamer fabric of her gown, her arms bound to her sides.
"OOOH!!" she cried.
Simultaneously, that wonderful moving tail tied Izzzy's wrists behind her back.
"W-What's going on...!" Izzzy stammered.
"The two beauties will be treated differently, you will soon see, perhaps reflecting their tastes! Oh well, one cannot account for tastes. Ah, but this you must know, is the 'tenderizing' act of our show. The music starts once more, so I'd best hush!!"
With entrepeneur/club owner Algo directing the seduction, the four men assigned to Ynez firmly but gently, use her sexually in every way. Eroticism takes over her mind as she begins to sing:
"Pleasures Tonight!"
(Music: "Music Of The Night" from "Phantom Of The Opera")
Gently touch me, bring me sweet sensations
Here and now yes, without hesitation.
Touch my zones erotic. Make my thoughts chaotic
Give to me caresses soft and light.
Give to me great pleasures now tonight
Tweak my nipples, put your lips on to them.
Softly nipping, I'll love how you do them.
Kiss down to my cunny. Start me flowing honey.
You know all the ways to lube me right.
Start to bring me pleasures now tonight.
You'll fullfill
All my favorite fantasies
And I will cherish all the things you do
Oh come now and make of me your who-o-o-o-o-ore
And then, and then, do it to me some mo-o-ore
Slip into me, deeply penetrate me,
With your thrusting, now intoxicate me
Plunder my defenses. Shatter all my senses.
As my body clings to your so tight
As we share these pleasures now tonight
Let your hardness fill me deeply as you now screw.
Make me feel eve-ry inch as it plunders.
Take me to that place where I long to be-e-e-e-e-e
Then come deeply, deeply in to me-e-e
Fill me fuck me, call it 'tenderizin' '.
Do things kinky, broaden my horizon
One of you in here. Another in my rear.
As I take one down my throat just right.
Give me multiple pleasures tonight.
Soon I'll come just like a blazing light.
Bring me all this pleasure now tonight.
As the audience applauds Ynez's portion of the stage dims while that action continues to her sighs and moans. The spotlight moves to Izzzy. Her quartet of men begin to torture and ravage her all the things described in the lyric are choreographed, each man screws her, as she sings:
"Pain Tonight"
(Music: "Music Of The Night" from "Phantom Of The Opera")
Knives you sharpen, To give me sensations.
I now feel them, in imagination.
You will stimulate me. As you slice into me.
Maybe on this nipple on the right
As you bring me lovely pain tonight
With some needles heated until glowing
Pressed in deeply, agony is growing
As with me you play. "More!" you'll hear me say,
For you know that you will bring delight,
Of needles giving me that pain tonight.
I lay back,
As you fulfill my fantasies
I'll relish all the things you do to me
I'll lie there, I'll beg and beg for mo-o-o-o-o-ore
You'll give me such pain as I've always longed fo-o-or
Lashing, burning, all that I am feeling
Agonizing, sets my spirits reeling
I see your brand ready, hold my butt quite steady.
I won't move now, even oh so slight
Sear me now with pain tonight
My mind delights in that searing agony
Concentrates and turns it to pleasure.
Concertrates and even as I do-o-o-o-o-o-o
That brand makes me belong to yo-u-u-u.
Searing, steaming, happiness forever.
Now I know it, as a great endeavor.
Let these searing times remain
In my mind they'll shine now oh so clear and bright
Sweet memories remain of pain tonight.
This for me brings only sweet delight
Forever I'll recall this pain tonight
Enthusiastic applause is cut somewhat short by:
"Well, wasn't that an enlightening and educational diversion dear diners? Now though we must get to the main show. THE COOKING! !"
As, "Ride Of The Valkyrie" again plays, the crew carry the two bound beauties to a now spotlighted contraption, center stage. A main shaft rises from a heavy base containing a drive motor, to a thick, three foot long, horizontal cross bar. From the ends of this rise two, two inch thick spits about three feet high, with a ten inch sub shaft affixed about a foot from each pointed tip. Izzzy and Ynez are each lifted above one of these, the main spits slid into their juicy cunts, the other, as they silde down, guided into their anuses.
They writhe in ecstasy/agony, as their lovely bodies are penetrated, until stopped just below their diaphragms. The music of, "Ode To Girlmeat" begins, as huge electric cooking elements are wheeled forward to surround them on three sides. The central shaft and each spit begins to rotate. Izzzy and Ynez begin to sing a duet:
"Ode To Girlmeat"
(Music: "Ode To Joy" from Beethoven's 9th Symphony.)
Now we are halfway spitted
And now we both are cooking
Oh please enjoy our me-eat
All you who are looking
We sing a song of girlmeat
Hear me now sing of mi-ine
Later when you're eating it
I hope it will taste fi-ine
Girlmeat is the best of meat
All of it is delicious
So tender and so tasty
And it's so nutritious
All sing out now of girlmeat
You will soon dine upon it
On rump roast or on filet
A tasty steak or fine tit
We'll soon be fully spitted
So we can finish roasting
All know girlmeat is the best
We're not idly boasting
Though we did not volunteer
Now we think it's sorta neat
That we are to be your meal
We wish you 'Bon Ap-e-tite
As the duet concludes, their heads are pulled back, as the telescoped portions of the spits are thrust through and out their lovely, now silenced forever, lips. There is a sudden FLASH ! Cat suit and gossamer gown melt to become a wonderful glaze.The audience applauds, the lights slowly dim, leaving only the light of the cooking elements to show them turning. This too fades, as "Ode To Girlmeat" continues to play. This then fades, and the curtain closes.
"It's time now to eat ladies and gentlemen gourmets, please enjoy these wonderful dishes!"
Along with the music, sounds of dining are now heard and from the dark, the audience is heard to sing as a chorus:
Ode To GirlmeatReprise
As we sit down to table
Aromas tell their story
Of am-bros-i-a to come
Of girls in their glory
With knife and fork we ply now
We all now begin to eat,
Sweet Ynez, scrumptious Izzzy.
We sing our praise of girlmeat.
Curtain...................................................................................
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