Halloween-Continues
First was the Djinn offensive in Halloween Scare which led to some Plotting and now the revenge:
Thanks to theotherdibbler for equiping us with the necessary Zombie appendages! and for allowing use of the Pleasures cafe chain.
Title: Plotted Revenge
Wordcount: 1265
World: Lustful Liaisons
The party was going with a swing, though the only swinging going on was of the innocent fun type, on a tire in the garden. The Pleasure’s staff were a little confused by that as the café which was five doors down backed onto a staff car park, yet here was Lustful Liaisons with a large garden complete with maze, small lake and plenty of hidden arbours, all lit up with a spooky wavering glow. Right now half a dozen shrieking children of various hues and costumes were dancing about demanding ‘twick-tweats’ and getting pushed on the swing. A large barbecue was being set up about the distance from the shop that Izzac had parked his Cab. Sticking around Djinn for too long was headache inducing. Not that this bunch ever suffered headaches by the look of them cavorting about.
After the sixth reproduction of the Pleasure’s huddle, Ken’s Zombie-groan and Midge’s embarrassed wave the team were mostly left alone. Or rather they managed to escape the snickers with a quest for hot-dogs. Sly comments on long hot ‘dogs’ were no better than smirking ones about huge Troll-cocks or Clown-hooter butt plugs.
Cringing aside it was good fun. The Djinn knew how to throw a party and you couldn’t believe the claim that they were a solitary species. Kain ate his ‘dog’ in quick bites muttering about needing something more substantial to get his mouth around later, as he got busy greeting happy Djinn ghosts and Vamps. Zombie was clearly the Djinn costume of choice though.
Azre appeared tall and foreboding standing proud amongst the lurching crowd but closer inspection revealed a painted scar with crude black ink stitches the length of one sharp cheek bone and his lover, clad as the cutest Igor ever, clinging to an arm. It was touching how besotted the two still were.
The Dungeon-Djinn were the greatest surprise. Expectations had led to heavy chains, black masks and formidable weapons. Expectations couldn’t have been more wrong. Refusing to look ashamed Madison owned his Princess frills. Sam had winked at him when flouncing by bulging arms full of squirming children dressed as Zombie-bunnies, gauze wings fluttering behind him, and two grinning Djinn in togas that showed of every bit of their pretty Crimson and Cerise toned flesh to best advantage. He’d obviously done some consulting. Madison’s friend was dressed as a fluffy lapdog and as long as you didn’t look too closely as to how the tail was attached, also perfectly benign.
A silent shadow mingling with guests yet alone, explained the phenomenon. Kadir, and whispered knowing looks about night terrors. Excited squeals of ‘Teddy, Teddy’ were heard before a younger Djinn battled over, looking adorable but no less troublesome in a Teddy-Bear Costume, launching himself at his brother, who managed to get a drinks tray to safety before swinging his giggling burden high. Trepidation threatened but frequent replays had vamped the need for revenge high.
Their’s was the only branch of Pleasures to not only sell-out of the gloriously tacky Zombie-Cock dildo but to actually order more stock, stickered urgent.
After hurried consultation the secret strike force; who coincidentally had come dressed as a special commando unit who’d escaped a military stockade to become soldiers of fortune, stayed for the midnight toast. They had also enjoyed the twelve-thirty Vodka cocktail, the one o’clock Tequila shot and the two o’clock yard of ale before staggering off up the road for the rendezvous without the need to act drunk.
They’d determined that the young impressionable Djinn had been tucked into their various containers. Ceylon and Kadir tucked into their father’s bed still costumed while Nerony hid with the Valances underneath. All looking sweet and sticky and worn out from all the excitement. Noted the sound barrier Kain erected with relief. Smiling as he explained he’d hear if the darlings woke but the party wouldn’t disturb them.
It meant the plan was a go.
Waiting for the party to wind down. Well maybe Jed had fallen asleep in Face-Samuel’s arms but it was a nice place to be. Trevor had had to nip home anyway, to change out of his dripping flight jacket after he claimed falling, they thought pushed, into the Djinn lake. Maddy bolstered by all the Jazz, and a few too many Strawberry Jello shots, was happy playing with Tanya’s new Mohawk and suggesting she keep it beyond the night.
The party had wound down to a low hum when they again reconvened. Fighting the hiccups Jed asked the all important query. ‘Now?’
‘Now’ hissed Maddy and the five lunged to activate the remote. It wasn’t that dramatic. Trevor had left it a home with his jacket and they’d had to troop there and back for a second attempt this time accompanied by the latest blonde bombshell and Tanya’s speculation on the size of Trevor’s cock, Maddy reassuring in ways that threatened to make Jed’s ears bleed.
‘Now?’ pleaded Maddy. And not risking any catastrophe, also grossed out by anyone wanting to lick lock Trev they hit for action.
Silence.
Sound sucked from the street as though by Deluminator. There was even a cat washing it’s whisker’s at the road sign.
Lustful Liaisons could have been empty rather than filled with rowdy partying Djinn. No lights came on. No shadows fell. No one spoke or shouted or laughed.
Anti-climax.
Squinting under the streetlight to exchange concerned if drunken looks the famous five crossed the empty road with all the proper road safety precautions. Huddled together they approached the quiet shop.
It was very quiet. As they cautiously opened the door expecting mayhem they heard a low mechanical drum and repetitive metallic clang. Curious.
Looks becoming more bemused they let the door swing shut behind them. Party debris littered the place but not a Djinn in sight. They shared a nervous snicker at the sight of Zombie-Cocks bouncing on the shelves, on the desks and from hidden corners. They worked perfectly. The detachable vibrating balls adapted to a standard remote control causing the patchwork dildos to shudder and shake. Lurching across the shelves.
The Djinn should have been squealing and perfect for mocking. Instead they were absent. The metallic clanging continued and without speaking they sought out it’s source. Happy, humming Zombie-Cocks continuing to thrust and weave around them. One falling over to frot aimlessly against a wooden chair.
A bin. A simple metal bin was making the noise. Shaking and knocking against a wall. Muted voices echoed from it coupled with the odd whimper and querulous question. They’d found their brave leery Djinn.
Laughing fit to burst they searched around for some clear cling to wrap over the top of the bin, revenge going better than they’d thought. Maddy had tapped the side of the bin which had quivered in silent fear from all the hiding Djinn.
Hands clasped to mouths they turned to look when dick’s voice rumbled from the next room.
‘Zombie-cocks, I’m telling you. Check they’re gone Kain. Please?’
The sight of big muscular Dick peering around an imposing, half-dressed but fully armed Kain was a picture for the album. They’d have taken it too if a certain young Djinn hadn’t appeared rubbing sleep from their eyes to glower at those who’d dare mess with their daddies.
Dick had been ecstatic to find his children, even the adopted, followed him. Kain amused if slightly less pleased by the show. The Pleasure’s staff made pretty atmospheric Pumpkin lights all week, which was about how long it took to convince the rest of the Office-Djinns out of the bin!
Thanks to theotherdibbler for equiping us with the necessary Zombie appendages! and for allowing use of the Pleasures cafe chain.
Title: Plotted Revenge
Wordcount: 1265
World: Lustful Liaisons
The party was going with a swing, though the only swinging going on was of the innocent fun type, on a tire in the garden. The Pleasure’s staff were a little confused by that as the café which was five doors down backed onto a staff car park, yet here was Lustful Liaisons with a large garden complete with maze, small lake and plenty of hidden arbours, all lit up with a spooky wavering glow. Right now half a dozen shrieking children of various hues and costumes were dancing about demanding ‘twick-tweats’ and getting pushed on the swing. A large barbecue was being set up about the distance from the shop that Izzac had parked his Cab. Sticking around Djinn for too long was headache inducing. Not that this bunch ever suffered headaches by the look of them cavorting about.
After the sixth reproduction of the Pleasure’s huddle, Ken’s Zombie-groan and Midge’s embarrassed wave the team were mostly left alone. Or rather they managed to escape the snickers with a quest for hot-dogs. Sly comments on long hot ‘dogs’ were no better than smirking ones about huge Troll-cocks or Clown-hooter butt plugs.
Cringing aside it was good fun. The Djinn knew how to throw a party and you couldn’t believe the claim that they were a solitary species. Kain ate his ‘dog’ in quick bites muttering about needing something more substantial to get his mouth around later, as he got busy greeting happy Djinn ghosts and Vamps. Zombie was clearly the Djinn costume of choice though.
Azre appeared tall and foreboding standing proud amongst the lurching crowd but closer inspection revealed a painted scar with crude black ink stitches the length of one sharp cheek bone and his lover, clad as the cutest Igor ever, clinging to an arm. It was touching how besotted the two still were.
The Dungeon-Djinn were the greatest surprise. Expectations had led to heavy chains, black masks and formidable weapons. Expectations couldn’t have been more wrong. Refusing to look ashamed Madison owned his Princess frills. Sam had winked at him when flouncing by bulging arms full of squirming children dressed as Zombie-bunnies, gauze wings fluttering behind him, and two grinning Djinn in togas that showed of every bit of their pretty Crimson and Cerise toned flesh to best advantage. He’d obviously done some consulting. Madison’s friend was dressed as a fluffy lapdog and as long as you didn’t look too closely as to how the tail was attached, also perfectly benign.
A silent shadow mingling with guests yet alone, explained the phenomenon. Kadir, and whispered knowing looks about night terrors. Excited squeals of ‘Teddy, Teddy’ were heard before a younger Djinn battled over, looking adorable but no less troublesome in a Teddy-Bear Costume, launching himself at his brother, who managed to get a drinks tray to safety before swinging his giggling burden high. Trepidation threatened but frequent replays had vamped the need for revenge high.
Their’s was the only branch of Pleasures to not only sell-out of the gloriously tacky Zombie-Cock dildo but to actually order more stock, stickered urgent.
After hurried consultation the secret strike force; who coincidentally had come dressed as a special commando unit who’d escaped a military stockade to become soldiers of fortune, stayed for the midnight toast. They had also enjoyed the twelve-thirty Vodka cocktail, the one o’clock Tequila shot and the two o’clock yard of ale before staggering off up the road for the rendezvous without the need to act drunk.
They’d determined that the young impressionable Djinn had been tucked into their various containers. Ceylon and Kadir tucked into their father’s bed still costumed while Nerony hid with the Valances underneath. All looking sweet and sticky and worn out from all the excitement. Noted the sound barrier Kain erected with relief. Smiling as he explained he’d hear if the darlings woke but the party wouldn’t disturb them.
It meant the plan was a go.
Waiting for the party to wind down. Well maybe Jed had fallen asleep in Face-Samuel’s arms but it was a nice place to be. Trevor had had to nip home anyway, to change out of his dripping flight jacket after he claimed falling, they thought pushed, into the Djinn lake. Maddy bolstered by all the Jazz, and a few too many Strawberry Jello shots, was happy playing with Tanya’s new Mohawk and suggesting she keep it beyond the night.
The party had wound down to a low hum when they again reconvened. Fighting the hiccups Jed asked the all important query. ‘Now?’
‘Now’ hissed Maddy and the five lunged to activate the remote. It wasn’t that dramatic. Trevor had left it a home with his jacket and they’d had to troop there and back for a second attempt this time accompanied by the latest blonde bombshell and Tanya’s speculation on the size of Trevor’s cock, Maddy reassuring in ways that threatened to make Jed’s ears bleed.
‘Now?’ pleaded Maddy. And not risking any catastrophe, also grossed out by anyone wanting to lick lock Trev they hit for action.
Silence.
Sound sucked from the street as though by Deluminator. There was even a cat washing it’s whisker’s at the road sign.
Lustful Liaisons could have been empty rather than filled with rowdy partying Djinn. No lights came on. No shadows fell. No one spoke or shouted or laughed.
Anti-climax.
Squinting under the streetlight to exchange concerned if drunken looks the famous five crossed the empty road with all the proper road safety precautions. Huddled together they approached the quiet shop.
It was very quiet. As they cautiously opened the door expecting mayhem they heard a low mechanical drum and repetitive metallic clang. Curious.
Looks becoming more bemused they let the door swing shut behind them. Party debris littered the place but not a Djinn in sight. They shared a nervous snicker at the sight of Zombie-Cocks bouncing on the shelves, on the desks and from hidden corners. They worked perfectly. The detachable vibrating balls adapted to a standard remote control causing the patchwork dildos to shudder and shake. Lurching across the shelves.
The Djinn should have been squealing and perfect for mocking. Instead they were absent. The metallic clanging continued and without speaking they sought out it’s source. Happy, humming Zombie-Cocks continuing to thrust and weave around them. One falling over to frot aimlessly against a wooden chair.
A bin. A simple metal bin was making the noise. Shaking and knocking against a wall. Muted voices echoed from it coupled with the odd whimper and querulous question. They’d found their brave leery Djinn.
Laughing fit to burst they searched around for some clear cling to wrap over the top of the bin, revenge going better than they’d thought. Maddy had tapped the side of the bin which had quivered in silent fear from all the hiding Djinn.
Hands clasped to mouths they turned to look when dick’s voice rumbled from the next room.
‘Zombie-cocks, I’m telling you. Check they’re gone Kain. Please?’
The sight of big muscular Dick peering around an imposing, half-dressed but fully armed Kain was a picture for the album. They’d have taken it too if a certain young Djinn hadn’t appeared rubbing sleep from their eyes to glower at those who’d dare mess with their daddies.
Dick had been ecstatic to find his children, even the adopted, followed him. Kain amused if slightly less pleased by the show. The Pleasure’s staff made pretty atmospheric Pumpkin lights all week, which was about how long it took to convince the rest of the Office-Djinns out of the bin!