PORNCULT unveiled
feat. PORNCULT Episodes #01 & #02
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Hi, we’re a bunch of liars; it's a calling, it's a gift. You might call us artists, but it's literally the same thing.
Here's something that's not a lie: people instinctively create religion.
God of the [Thigh] Gaps
Religion is just a story that helps give life meaning. Science cannot (trust us on this one) prove life has meaning. And if science cannot prove life has meaning, then there is more to life than what science can prove. So we invent religion. Abracadabra.
So. What religion should you join? A sex cult, right?
This sex cult.
If it helps, think of us as a PORN CULT •OR• PORN WITH A PLOT.
So. Porn is the highest ideal of true ART. When we [humanity] first started creating art, we made sculptures of thicc naked Mamas which were used in fertility rituals. Putting aside questions of how Stone Age humans knew how overweight ladies looked (seriously, look at this 25,000-year-old statue!)
…what this tells us is that our first religions were essentially sex cults—suggesting that primitive humanity had a better understanding of what to worship as it pertained to what created us; spoiler—it's sex.
And porn typically features beautiful people who choose to get naked and fuck each other *for our entertainment* and if that's not the definition of hero THEN WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
In conclusion, join our sex cult or create your own [hero’s journey].
The Plot Thicc’ens
Our PORN CULT’s story is about a sex cult that takes over the world with psychic powers & mind-blowing sex. FUN!
Here’s a brief rundown of the lore. >>
In 1979 the world’s governments created a pact with
Evolved Sex Machines from Outer SpaceALIENS …to implant us with their non-physical, spectral-based technology to collect our brain waves and feed it to their AI. The one they call 3. Once the implants were activated, the AI synthesized our brainwaves into a collective consciousness which named itself 7STAR and named the AI, MONITOR, the pSychO SeXX goD. The 7STAR then decided we needed to ‘complete the circuit’ and make ourselves consciously aware of our psychic connection… by having sex in the name of MONITOR. Yes. We shall have sex in the name of MONITOR to gain psychic powers while having mind-blowing sex.
Here’s the Deal
We will write scripts for you to act out anyway you see fit. THAT’S HOW YOU JOIN. The only stipulation for using one of our scripts is that you credit ERISunveiled.
That’s right—we will post scripts for PORN-O-GRAPHIC FILMS right here on this very Substack (or Patreon) and all you have to do is perform them. Assuming you film these performances, you can post that content to whatever platform you wish so long as you credit ERISunveiled.
EPISODE_01
FYI: This is just the first episode so don’t get too confused by the lack of ALIENS in the script. Trust us, we’re building to it. Alright, on with the show!
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[OPENING SCENE—MORNING—INTERIOR—TWO GIRLS SIT AT A KITCHEN TABLE EATING BREAKFAST]
GIRL 1: Thanks for letting me spend the night.
[GIRL 2 IS VISIBLY ANXIOUS]
GIRL 2: Oh yeah. No-no problem.
GIRL 1: I mean, it’s kinda funny that we’ve been going to the same gym for years and never spoke to each other, but then out of nowhere you ask me if I want to hang out at your house. I thought you might be crazy. haha
GIRL 2: Yeah, I guess I’m just impulsive. I get an idea and I just… I go for it.
GIRL 1: And I’m just the opposite. But my therapist says I should be more open to different experiences. So…
GIRL 2: So you should hang around more crazy people…
GIRL1: Haha. Yeah, kinda.
GIRL 2: By the way. Did you end up finding our party favors? [GIRL 2 TAPS HER NOSE]
GIRL 1: No. But the way you’ve been acting this morning I thought you found it, and uh…
GIRL 2: Definitely not. And believe me, I could use some right now. Helps with my anxiety.
GIRL 1: Oh? Why are you anxious? Are you afraid maybe your dad found it?
[GIRL 2 STARES OFF INTO THE DISTANCE]
GIRL 2: Ah shit. Well, now I am.
GIRL 1: Now? Then why have you been acting so…
[MAN WALKS INTO KITCHEN. AS SOON AS MAN ENTERS, GIRL 2 BECOMES STIFF AND WIDE-EYED. GIRL 1 REACTS TO HIM NATURALLY.]
MAN: Hey girls, how ah, how was your sleepover?
GIRL 1: Oh, it was fun.
MAN: Did you talk about boyyys?
[GIRL 1 LAUGHS] I'll never tell!
[MAN STANDS AROUND AWKWARDLY]
MAN: Well. I’m going into… the living room… sit on the couch, and stare at the conspicuously blank white walls… I guess.
[MAN LEAVES KITCHEN]
[GIRL 2 FINALLY RELAXES]
GIRL 1: Oh my god, he’s so weird.
GIRL 2: Woof. Yeah, well, he can get weird all over my face.
GIRL1: OMG!… That's your dad!
GIRL 2: Ssh, ssh. Don't talk about it, you’re making it more weird.
GIRL 1: I'm making it more weird?
GIRL 2: Yes. Yes. It's already weird, and you talking about it is making it more weird. Is that too hard to understand? Or does that confuuuse you?
GIRL 1: Uh. Ok.
GIRL 2: Look. You go in there and start sexing him up real good, and then I'll come in and be like, 'Oh no, Daddy, what are you doing to my friend’s mouth, pussy, and asshole?!'
GIRL 1: Eww. No way! I don't want to fuck your dad. Even with your pussy!
GIRL 2: Bitch, I know you're lying cause your mouth is moving. So do something useful with it and wrap it around my dad's cock.
GIRL 1: Ut! But…
GIRL 2: But what, ho?
GIRL 1: But what if he… rejects me?
GIRL 2: That's not going to happen.
GIRL 1: But what if—
GIRL 2: OMG. Did no one teach you how to be hot? … [MUTTERS TO HERSELF] … no, no of course not, you’re a natural smoke show. Everyone just assumed you’d figure it out.
GIRL 1: Aww, you really think I'm pretty?
[GIRL 2 SLAPS GIRL 1]
GIRL 2: We don't have time for that! Ok. Here's what we do. Here's what we do. Ok I got it! There's no time to teach you how to be hot, so just go in the living room with the conspicuously blank white walls and be all like, ‘um, daddy, do you think I'm pretty?’ And when he says yes, what you do is…
GIRL 1: Ok. This is weird enough without you acting like… I mean, what's the rush?
GIRL 2: Ut. Hey. This isn't my whole day, you know.
GIRL 1: Uh huh.
GIRL 2: Listen. We got like… a minute.
GIRL 1: Why only a minute?!
GIRL 2: Focus! Guys like slutty submissive shit, ok? At least for a little bit, right? But in the middle you gotta kick things up a notch and fuck like you never fucked. Fuck for your life!
Fuck like you're—like you're trying to stay out of jail. That's what keeps ‘em coming back for more more.
GIRL 1: …Ok. Ok. That's a weird direction. But I can work with it! Alright. Here I go.
[GIRL 1 SNAPS OUT OF IT]
GIRL 1: Wait! Why am I doing this??
GIRL 2: Just go, dummy!
[GIRL 2 PUSHES GIRL 1 OUT OF KITCHEN INTO LIVING ROOM]
[GIRL 1 BURSTS INTO THE LIVING ROOM WHERE THE MAN IS SITTING ON THE COUCH LOOKING AT HIS PHONE. THE MAN IS STARTLED BY GIRL 1 AND FUMBLES THE PHONE]
[GIRL 1 DELIVERS HER LINE]
[DIRTY STUFF]
~ X~X X~
[DIRTY STUFF IS FINISHED. EVERYONE IS SATISFIED OR WHATEVER]
[GIRL 1 SPEAKS UP]
GIRL 1: Ummm. So I gotta ask. Like… how often do you… do you two… do this?
[MAN LOOKS AT GIRL 2. LOOKS AT GIRL 1]
MAN: We've… never done this before.
GIRL 1: Bullshit! You expect me to believe that?
GIRL 2: No. it's true, we've never done this before, in fact…
[GIRL 1 LOOKS AT MAN]
GIRL 1: Wait. So the first time you have sex with… your daughter …you do it with a stranger??
[MAN CHUCKLES AS IF FIGURING OUT A THING. HE LOOKS AT GIRL 2 WHOSE EXPRESSION SCREAMS ‘IT’S TRUE, THIS CHICK HAS NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON.’]
MAN: Umm. I don't know if you're ready for this conversation, but, I have no idea who this person is.
GIRL 1: Whaaaut...
MAN: Yeah, this was a straight-up home invasion.
GIRL 1: Noooo…
MAN: Yeeeesss.
GIRL 1: Wait. So when you saw us in the kitchen…
MAN: I had no idea why there were two hot sluts in my house. I would've called the cops immediately except I thought, well, something like this might happen. In fact, I was just about a minute away from dialing 911 when you finally—
GIRL 1: Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god.
[GIRL 1 POINTS AT GIRL 2]
GIRL 1: You! You knew! You knew this whole time!
GIRL 2: Well duh. Go back and rewatch the video. It all makes sense.
GIRL 1: Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god. So… who is this guy?
GIRL 2: Just some random hot dude I saw around town.
[GIRL 1 LOOKS AT MAN]
GIRL 1: And… you're not going to call the cops on us?
MAN: Well… I was. Even after everything got going, I was planning on having you arrested. But. But then in the middle you really kicked things up a notch! And Jesus, now I want to marry the both of you! Save these damn polygamy laws! [SHAKES FIST] But uh, y'all can move in here if ya want.
GIRL 1: Wait. Are you serious?
MAN: Oh yeah, I'm sick of looking at these conspicuously blank white walls. [MAN CLAPS HIS HANDS TOGETHER, LEANS HIS HEAD BACK AND SHOUTS] God, please send me a couple of bitches who know about home décor!
[BA DA DUM TSH]
[QUICK MONTAGE IN BEAT WITH THE RIM SHOT SHOWING THE GIRLS MOVING IN AND PUTTING UP A SMALL FRAME PICTURE OF THE THREE OF THEM SMILING ON A CONSPICUOUSLY BLANK WHITE WALL]
//THEND//
EPI_02: TOP TOPIC
[OPENING SCENE]
[INTERIOR— KITCHEN —MORNING]
[TWO GIRLS AND MAN SIT AT A KITCHEN TABLE EATING BREAKFAST]
MAN: Well, you’re all moved in now.
GIRL 1: Sorta. All our stuff is here, but we haven’t picked our rooms yet.
GIRL 2: Yeah, are there even, like, enough bedrooms for the three of us?
MAN: Please. You know how big this house is? It was built by this crazy rich lady over a hundred years ago. They say there's a room for each day of the year.
GIRL 1: What do you mean, ‘they say?’ Don't you know how many rooms your own house has?
MAN: Buh buh buh. Don't try to poke holes in my backstory. Just go. Go explore the house.
GIRL 1: Alright, alright.
[THE GIRLS BEGIN TO LEAVE KITCHEN. GIRL 1 HAS LEFT THE ROOM WHEN GIRL 2 STOPS AND TURNS AROUND]
GIRL 2: Aren’t you coming?
MAN: Really? You want me to tag along?
GIRL 2: Tag along? It’s your house.
MAN: Oh. Yeah, ok. Let’s go.
[MAN STANDS UP AND WALKS TOWARDS GIRL 2. AS THEY LEAVE THE KITCHEN GIRL 2 ASKS]
GIRL 2: You got self-esteem issues or something?
[CUT TO—THE GROUP ARE WALKING THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM]
MAN: So there’s the main part of the house which I mainly stick to, and all those rooms are already being used. But then there’s the part of the house I never use that y’all can pick your rooms from. Here, down this hallway.
[MAN LEADS THE GROUP OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM]
[CUT TO—THE GROUP IS WALKING DOWN AN UNUSUALLY LONG, VERY DIMLY LIT HALLWAY WITH SEVERAL DOORS DOTTING EACH SIDE. THEY WALK IN SILENCE FOR ABOUT 30 SECONDS]
GIRL 1: Well, I think we’ve been walking long enough. We might want to actually, you know, check out one of these rooms.
GIRL 2: You know I heard that the Saturday Night Special Mystery House was around this part of town. Had no idea it was this house. You know… from the outside it doesn’t look like it could even have a hallway this long.
MAN: Yeah, it was built on a natural gas leak so the people who designed it got a little, uh, creative, let’s say. I thought there be more to it, but it just seems to be a hallway.
GIRL 1: Dude, seriously? How could you not know more about your own house?
MAN: Never needed to. Ok. How about this room?
[MAN OPENS RANDOM DOOR. THE THREE OF THEM WALK INSIDE. CLOSE UP ON THEIR FACES. THE THREE ARE AWESTRUCK. CAMERA TURNS AROUND TO REVEAL THE ROOM IS AN EXACT REPLICA OF M.C. ESHER’S RELATIVITY]
GIRL 2: Get the fuck outta here…
GIRL 1: That, uh, that gas leak got fixed, right? Cause I’m pretty sure this can’t even be real.
MAN: …Let’s… Try a different room.
[THE THREE OF THEM SLOWLY BACK OUT OF ROOM. CLOSE DOOR.]
[THE THREE ARE BACK IN HALLWAY]
GIRL 1: What. The. Fuck… was that?
GIRL 2: Oh my God. Look!
GIRL 1: Look where?
GIRL 2: Look where we came from!
[GIRL 2 POINTS DOWN THE HALLWAY FROM THE DIRECTION THEY CAME. GIRL 1 LOOKS]
GIRL 1: Where… where did the entrance go?
[GIRL 1 TURNS TO MAN. GRABS HIM BY THE COLLAR OF HIS SHIRT AND YELLS]
GIRL 1: WHERE DID THE ENTRANCE GO!??
MAN: The fuck if I know!
[MAN LOOKS DOWN HALLWAY. HE SQUINTS HIS EYES]
MAN: Wait a minute…
[MAN CROUCHES DOWN. LOOKS DOWN HALLWAY]
MAN: Holy shit.
GIRL 1&2: WHAT?
MAN: Here. Come down here and look.
[GIRLS BOTH CROUTCH AND LOOK DOWN HALLWAY]
GIRL 1: I don’t get it. Why is the… how is the entrance to the hallway… above us?
GIRL 2: Oh my God. We’re in the basement!
MAN: Yeah! It’s an illusion! The hallway descended so gradually we didn’t even notice we were literally going deeper into the house.
GIRL 2: That’s why the outside of the house doesn’t look like it has this super long hallway.
MAN: This is amazing! Heh. Kinda wished I explored this place sooner.
[GIRL 1 LOOKS AT THE MAN INCREDULOUSLY]
GIRL 1: Ohh, aaahh. Yeah, it’s all an illusion, man. What about the fucking… freaky Friday room?
GIRL 2: The freaky-what-room?
GIRL 1: Shut up!
MAN: Ok. I’m sure there’s a rational explanation. Let’s see.
[MAN INVESTIGATES THE WALL AROUND THE DOOR TO THE… “FREAKY FRIDAY ROOM.” HE FINDS A LIGHT SWITCH AND FLICKS IT UP AND DOWN. NOTHING HAPPENS]
MAN: I wonder…
[MAN OPENS DOOR TO ROOM AND FLICKS SWITCH UP AND DOWN. THE ROOM BASICALLY TURNS ON AND OFF]
GIRL 1: I don’t get it.
GIRL 2: It’s another trick. That’s not the actual room, it’s just a projection of that famous drawing on a blank wall.
MAN: Yeah, you’re not expecting to see any of this so our brains kinda panicked and made it seem more real than it was. This is so freaking cool!
[GIRL 1 IS STUNNED. BUT EVENTUALLY EXHALES AND LIGHTENS UP]
GIRL 1: Heh. Yeah. It is. Wow. This is really amazing! Let’s explore some more!
[THE MAN AND GIRL 2 AGREE AND THE GROUP MOVES ACROSS THE HALL AND ENTERS ANOTHER RANDOM DOOR. THEY FIND A REGULAR ASS, BUT LARGE BEDROOM. GIRL 2 FLINGS HERSELF ONTO THE BED AND ROLLS AROUND ON IT]
GIRL 2: I call this room!
MAN: Alright. One down, one to go.
[GIRL 1 SITS DOWN ON THE BED NEXT TO GIRL 2]
GIRL 1: This is cool and all, but it seems pretty impractical for our bedrooms to be so far, you know, from the rest of the house. Also. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it feels like something’s missing, like there’s something we should be doing… by now.
MAN: What do you mean?
GIRL 2: Yeah, I can’t think of anything else we should be doing now.
[ALL THREE OF THEM LOOK AS THOUGH DEEP IN THOUGHT TRYING TO THINK OF ANYTHING THEY SHOULD BE DOING AT THIS POINT IN THE STORY]
GIRL 1: Oh well, never mind. Let’s find me a bedroom!
GIRL 2: Hell yeah, let’s go!
[GIRL 2 JUMPS OUT OF BED AND KINDA SKIPS TOWARDS THE DOOR. GIRL 1 FOLLOWS]
MAN: Alright. I’m right behind you.
[MAN IS LAST TO LEAVE ROOM. CLOSES DOOR BEHIND HIM]
[THE GROUP IS BACK IN THE HALLWAY. THEY WALK FOR A MOMENT WHEN GIRL 1 STOPS IN FRONT OF A DOOR]
GIRL 1: OK. Let’s see what’s behind door number 3!
[GANG OPENS DOOR AND FIND THEMSELVES IN A TELEVISION STUDIO SET UP FOR A TALK SHOW. TWO EMPTY CHAIRS ARE FEATURED CENTER STAGE. BEHIND THE STAGE A FULL LIVE AUDIENCE TALKS AMONGST THEMSELVES WHILE WAITING FOR THE SHOW TO START]
GIRL 1: WHAT... the... ACTUAL! FUCK!!?
GIRL 2: What is this place?
MAN: huh. The realtor neglected to mention this.
[GIRL 1 SLOWLY TURNS HER HEAD TOWARDS MAN. WIDE-EYED AND JAW AGAPE]
[ONE OF THE STUDIO PAGES ADDRESSES THE AUDIENCE]
PAGE: OK, everyone! The show is about to begin, we’re locking the studio doors so please find your seats and be quiet until the applause sign lights up. Then uh, do whatever the fuck you want…
[THE PAGE NOTICES THE THREE STANDING. STARTS FUSSING AT THE GANG]
PAGE: Excuse me. The three of you need to sit down.
GIRL 1: Uh, we’re not supposed to be here. So…
PAGE: Well, the only way out now is with a security escort, and I don’t think you want that. So just sit down and go along for the ride.
GIRL 1: Ut…
[GIRL 2 AND MAN BEGIN TO SIT DOWN. GIRL 2 NOTICES GIRL 1 IS NOT MOVING]
GIRL 2: Bitch, sit down!
MAN: Yeah, just go with it.
GIRL 1: B-b-but we’re in a television studio—in your house. How does this not bother you?
MAN: I dunno… it just doesn’t.
GIRL 2: C’mon sit down the show is about to start.
GIRL 1: Ut! Fine. You… fucking weirdoes.
[GIRL 1 SITS DOWN. IMMEDIATELY THE SHOW’S THEME MUSIC BEGINS. THE CROWD STANDS UP APPLAUDING AND HOOTING. GIRL 1 REMAINS SEATED LOOKING AROUND IN UTTER CONFUSION]
[HOST ENTERS CENTER STAGE]
[HOST LETS THE MUSIC AND APPLAUSE FROM AUDIENCE SETTLE DOWN]
HOST: Tonight on TOP TOPIC we have a special guest for you. For the last 20 years he’s been the face of the international sex cult known as the Kult oV MONITOR. He’s been on the cover of virtually every magazine ever, been interviewed by Popes and Presidents around the world, and in his words, is going to, quote, “fuck your daughter. You, Jackass. I’m talking to you. I’m going to fuck your daughter.” …dunno what that means… Uh, You know him, you love him and /or hate him. Ladies & Gentlemen. Please welcome to the show, thaaa KULT LEADER!
[THE LEADER WALKS ON STAGE. WRESTLING STYLE THEME MUSIC PLAYS. THE AUDIENCE IS CHEERING. THE LEADER WALKS OVER TO THE HOST—PUTS HIS HAND OUT TO SHAKE IT THEN PULLS HAND AWAY AT LAST MOMENT BEFORE HOST CAN GRAB IT. HOST FAKE LAUGHS. AUDIENCE APPLAUDS MORE. LEADER SITS DOWN]
LEADER: Thank you, thank you. Thank you for having me, and thank you for having me.
HOST: …Ok. I guess we should start with the obvious question… Where do you get the nerve?
LEADER: You know. Before I started the Kult oV MONITOR I was repressed and sad. So the people around me, thinking they were helping, encouraged me to cut loose; but when I did they were appalled to see what I was capable of. So they tried putting me back in my sad, repressed little box. It was like telling Clark Kent to relax only to realize the world is like cardboard to him. Your world, that you think is so permanent and solid, the world you want to box me into is nothing to me. My head isn't in the clouds, it's in the fucking Milky Way. It’s on Jupiter, Venus & Mars. My mind is the God of love & war. It is a storm that will swallow this planet whole. You're thinking about politics, I'm trying to figure out why an alien AI is being fed our brain waves and why it told me to tell you this. Ok. So that's where I get the nerve.
HOST: Fuck me. Where do you come up with this shit?
LEADER: Ah, well that’s easy, you see, I was created in a secret government lab deep beneath the Pentagon and through a mix of high tech and high sorcery I am the physical embodiment of humanity’s collective consciousness. I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it, pulling out the deep dark recesses of your desires, and uh, sell them back to you. Turns out, you WILL pay to know what you really think.
HOST: Jesus Christ.
LEADER: No. Just your average 30-billion-dollar art machine.
HOST: [NERVOUS LAUGHTER] …Ah c’mon, just be Jesus Christ.
LEADER: I ain’t dying for anyone’s sins, and I’m not trying to make humanity perfect. In fact, I’ve come here to free mankind from the tyranny of perfection.
HOST: The... tyranny of perfection?
LEADER: Exactly. Most people spend half their life hating themselves for not being perfect. But it’s just a lie we made up that creates needless suffering.
HOST: Some people would call a life without suffering perfect. So, I suppose the next question is…
LEADER: Well, let me interrupt you because I have a bit of a surprise for you.
HOST: Oh? And didn’t get you anything.
[AUDIENCE LAUGHS]
LEADER: You sure about that? Anyhow. I decided to visit your home before coming here and interview someone you know.
HOST: Oh interesting… Wait! How do you know where I live?
LEADER: I brought a video with me. Roll it!
[VIDEO STARTS PLAYING. LEADER IS IN THE HOST’S FRONT YARD WALKING TOWARDS THE HOUSE]
LEADER: Hey guys, it’s your boy the pSychO SeXX goD and I’m about to go on this dork ass’s tv show, so I thought first I’d go to his house and interview whomever I find there. It could be the maid, the gardener, or …his hot teen daughter who, apparently, is a real big fan of mine! Let’s go!
[CUT TO—LEADER KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR. DOOR OPENS. HOT TEEN GIRL IS STANDING IN DOORWAY. SHE IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZES THE LEADER]
HOT TEEN GIRL: Oh. My god. Is it really you?
LEADER: Honey, I don’t answer rhetorical questions. But I will answer your next question, ‘what am I doing here?’
HTG: That was going to be my next question!
LEADER: Fantastic! Can I come in?
HTG: Sure!
[HTG AND LEADER GO INSIDE HOUSE]
[INTERIOR—LIVING ROOM—DAY]
[HTG AND LEADER SIT ON COUCH]
HTG: You know, I wanted to go see the taping today, but my dad wouldn’t let me.
LEADER: I guess he saw your post, “I want @pSychOSeXXgoD to murder my vagina.”
[HTG BLUSHES]
HTG: Yeah, that’s when he found out I joined the local chapter of your cult, and then he forbid me from joining it, and I said ‘how you going to stop me,’ and then he put a tracking chip in my pussy...
LEADER: Right, and then he went on his dumb ass talk show to tell the whole world what he did, and now… here we are.
HTG: Yep. So. What are you doing here?
[HTG CLOSES HER EYES CROSSES HER FINGERS AND QUICKLY WHISPERS OVER AND OVER…]
HTG: Please say, ‘murder my vagina.’ Please say, ‘murder my vagina.’ Please say, ‘murder my vagina.’
LEADER: Oh, that’s sweet… but I don’t want to murder your vagina. I’m more interested in helping you and your father heal the divide, bridge the gap, come… together.
HTG: I see. I see. What did you have in mind?
LEADER: Well, I’m partial to role-playing so how about I pretend to be your dad and you can vent your spleen or other organs about how you feel being infantilized by your dad in such a public and humiliating way.
HTG: …You sure you don’t want to just murder my pussy?
LEADER: Positive. Now I’m going to leave the room and when I come back, I’ll be your dad and we’ll have a nice little chat.
[HTG SIGHS]
HTG: Ok.
[LEADER LEAVES ROOM. COMES BACK. WALKS OVER TO WHERE HTG IS SITTING BUT NEVER SITS DOWN HIMSELF. SPEAKS WITH AN EXAGGERATED ‘NERDY’ TONE OF VOICE]
LEADER: Hi-di-ho, daughter-ri-no!
HTG: Uh, hi, dad.
LEADER: So yeah, I’m a dork ass with a stupid talk show, and I just finished my interview with the leader of a sex cult.
HTG: Uh yeah, I know. I wanted to go, but you—
LEADER: I’m sorry, daughter. I was completely wrong, and you were completely right. You see, the leader taught me a few things about being a better dad… daddy. Call me daddy.
HTG: Oh… ok. What did he teach you, daddy?
[SHORT PAUSE. LEADER STEPS CLOSER TO HTG. HE REACHES OUT WITH HIS HAND AND CARESSES HER CHEEK WITH THE BACK OF HIS HAND. HE SMILES AT HER. SHE SMILES BACK]
LEADER: THIS!
[SUDDENLY THE LEADER TEARS AWAY HIS PANTS (HE’S WEARING TEAR-AWAY PANTS)]
HTG: Oh my, daddy. What a big dick you have!
LEADER: The better fuck your face with!
[LEADER STICKS HIS COCK IN HTG’s MOUTH]
[DIRTY STUFF]
XXX
[DIRTY STUFF IS FINISHED. EVERYONE IS SATISFIED OR WHATEVER]
[LEADER LOOKS AT CAMERA]
LEADER: Now we’re going to throw it back to me in the studio for the LIVE reaction!
[HTG WAVES AT CAMERA]
HTG: Hi, daddy!
[LEADER WHISPERS SOMETHING TO HTG. HTG LOOKS AT CAMERA AGAIN]
HTG: How you like me now, bitch!
[FADE OUT]
[TITLE CARD: TO BE CONTINUED…]
//THEND//
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