FADE IN:

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – FRIDAY NIGHT – 11:00 PM

ROBERT HORTON is in his late forties, looks to be in great physical condition, and is wearing an opened dark-blue bathroom, light blue boxer shorts, and dark-blue bedroom slippers. He’s walking casually through the large living room of his home as the MAIN CREDITS BEGIN TO ROLL.

Dozens of packed boxes are stacked on top of each other along the walls. Except for the furniture, the room looks empty. It’s clear that Horton is getting ready to move.

Turning off the overhead lights, Horton approaches the staircase that leads up to the second level of the house. A light from the second floor is illuminating the stairwell. Horton suddenly hears the humming noise of the cell phone stuffed into the pocket of his robe. He pulls the phone out, opens it, and places the device to his ear.

HORTON
(into phone)
Horton?

CONNIE (O.S.)
It’s me, honey. Do you still have
the movers coming tomorrow morning?

HORTON
(into the phone)
Yeah, they should be here by eight
or nine.

CONNIE (O.S.)
I’ve got the new house ready.
Horton sits down on the edge of one of the steps.

HORTON
(into the phone)
I can’t wait to see the place.
I’ll be glad to get back to the San
Francisco area.
(a beat, then)
I hate this place.
The house has caused us nothing but
pain since we moved into it.

CONNIE (O.S.)
Listen, Bob, I know this isn’t the
best time, but I’m sorry for all
the things I did. That wasn’t the
real me. God, I don’t understand
what happened to us. The whole
experience seems like a nightmare.

HORTON
(into the phone)
It was the house, Connie.

CONNIE (O.S.)

Can you ever forgive me?

Standing up, Horton paces around in the shadows of the living room.

HORTON
(into the phone)
What happened was as much my fault
as yours. That bitch of a ghost
tried to change us into different
people.
(a beat, then)
Still, I loved seeing you in those
leather outfits.

CONNIE (O.S.)
I’ll wear them for you when you get
here.

HORTON
(into the phone)
Deal.

CONNIE (O.S.)
Any problems since I left?

HORTON
(into the phone)
No, it’s been quiet.

CONNIE (O.S.)
Good. I’ll see you Sunday.

HORTON
(into the phone)
I love you.

Lowering the phone, Horton closes it and glances around the room at all the packed boxes. This is where the MAIN CREDITS END.

HORTON (CONT’D)
(to himself)
Fuck this house and the spirits in
it.

Horton heads up the dimly-lit staircase to the second landing.

SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY

There are numerous packed boxes against the two walls on the second floor. When Horton reaches the landing, he turns right and walks down the center of the hall to the master bedroom.

MASTER BEDROOM

Locking the bedroom door, Horton takes off his bathrobe as he steps over to the king-sized bed. He casually tosses the robe across the bottom of the bed and then removes his slippers. Pulling the comforter back, Horton climbs wearily into bed. As he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the night stand, he suddenly changes his mind and decides to leave it on.

Changing positions in the bed, he tugs the comforter up around his head, lets out a loud yawn, and goes to sleep.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT – LATER

Horton unexpectedly wakes up and opens his eyes wide as he hears the sound of high-heeled shoes click-clacking down the hallway outside.

Turning over, he gazes steadily at the closed door and quietly listens. The footsteps stop at the bedroom door. He watches as the doorknob turns back and forth, rattling softly in the quietness of the night.

MISTRESS SYBIL (O.S.)
Wake up, Bobby. It’s time to have
some fun.

Horton slides the comforter up over his head like a child hiding from a monster in the closet.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
I know you’re in there. Now , open
the door before I become angry.

Throwing the covers aside, there a mixture of anger and dread on Horton’s face.

HORTON
Go away!

MISTRESS SYBIL (O.S.)
No.

HORTON
Please, just leave me alone.

HALLWAY

The packed boxes in the hall have disappeared as MISTRESS SYBIL stands outside the door, looking regal in her black leather outfit and high-heeled boots. She’s beautiful and sexy in a way few men can resist. Dressed in a skin-tight, black leather cat suit, it looks as though she’s been poured into it with every curve prominent and enticing. The highheeled boots she’s  wearing make her seem tall and even more dominating in appearance. Her face is aristocratic in
nature, and her eyes have a soul-searching quality about them. Long black wavy hair cascades around her shoulders, and her hands are sheathed in expensive black calf-skin gloves.

MISTRESS SYBIL
I know you and your wife are
leaving. I want you to come out
and play one last time.

HORTON (O.S.)
No.

MASTER BEDROOM

Horton watches as the bedroom door flies open and bangs against the bedroom wall.

HORTON (CONT’D)
Go away, Sybil.

MISTRESS SYBIL (O.S.)
The worse I treat you, the more you
worship me.
(a beat, then)
I bet you have an erection right
now.

Horton pulls the cover back and sees a huge bulge pressing against the inside of his boxer shorts

HORTON
(losing the will to
resist)
Nooooooo.

HALLWAY

There is an expression on Mistress Sybil’s face that is anything but kind.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Come out and play with me, and I’ll
allow you to leave in peace.

HORTON (O.S.)
You promise?

MISTRESS SYBIL
(smiling wickedly)
Of course, darling.

MASTER BEDROOM

Getting out of bed, Horton steps over the doorway and stares hopelessly into Sybil’s deep black eyes. She looks down at his hard-on and grins with satisfaction.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Take off those silly boxer shorts.

Horton unsnaps the shorts, drops them to his ankles, and steps out of them, kicking the underwear to the side.

Sybil then grabs his average-size erection with her gloved hand and begins to stroke it. The pleasure is almost too much to bare as Horton closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure.

When a stream of pre-semen fluid begins to drip from the head of his penis, Mistress Sybil wipes it away with her gloved forefinger and then holds her finger up to his mouth.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Lick the cum off my finger.

Wrapping his lips around the wet gloved finger, Horton eagerly sucks it.

After a few seconds, Sybil withdraws her finger and points down to her boot.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Honor me.

Horton can’t seem to help himself as he drops to his knees and begins to lick the toe of her right boot like a man living his wildest fantasy.

As Sybil stares down at him, her face changes to that of a wicked old hag with a sharp gleam of evil in her penetrating eyes.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
That’s enough. It’s time to visit
the dungeon.

Glancing upward into the ravishing face of Sybil, Horton nods.

HORTON
Yes, Mistress Sybil.

He stands back up and the Dominatrix takes hold of his erection and leads him out of the bedroom like a puppy dog.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Follow me.

HALLWAY

It’s difficult for Horton to take his eyes off of Sybil’s leather-clad bottom as she swings it seductively in front of him, but he soon notices that the packed boxes have vanished.

HORTON
Where are the boxes?

Sybil throws a glance over her shoulder as she squeezes his cock good and hard. Horton unconsciously moans.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Don’t worry about the boxes. I had
them put somewhere safe while you
and I finish our business together.

As Sybil and Horton approach the staircase leading down to the living room, big band music can be heard playing in the background. There are also the sound of distant voices.

HORTON
What’s going on in the living room?

MISTRESS SYBIL
I’m throwing you a going-away
party.

LIVING ROOM

As Sybil and Horton make their way down the staircase with his cock clinched firmly in her hand, he sees two-dozen visitors in the living room, talking to each other, laughing,
fucking, eating pussy, sucking cock, and anything else imaginable. It’s like an orgy right out of Sodom and Gomorrah

MEN and WOMEN are dressed in various modes of S&M attire from black leather corsets to skin-tight black leather pants to black laced panties and stockings, high-heeled shoes and boots, fancy French maid outfits, leather cod pieces, and some had nothing on at all but a dog collar.

There are lovely TRANSVESTITES dressed as French maids, handing out drinks to the guests. They’re wearing no panties so everyone can see their manhood dangling in front of them
like ornaments on a Christmas tree. There are even DOMINANT TRANSVESTITES with sizable bulges in their panties and MALE SLAVES kneeling at their feet in servitude.

Except for those on their knees performing oral sex or with their faces buried between a woman’s legs, all eyes shift to Mistress Sybil as she leads Horton down the staircase.

A FRENCH MAID with a partial erection walks over to Sybil as she and Horton reached the bottom of the stairs. The maid has a silver tray in her hand with a dog collar on it that’s connected to a chained leash.

Taking the collar and leash off the tray, Sybil looks at Horton with a raised eyebrow.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Get down on your knees so I can
fasten this around your neck.

Horton does as ordered.

When the collar is tight around his neck, Sybil jerks his head closer to the French Maid.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
I think you should thank the maid
by kissing the head of her cock.

HORTON
(surprised)
I’m not gay.

MISTRESS SYBIL
A slave services whomever his
Mistress requires, whether it’s a
man or a woman. Now, kiss the
maid’s cock.

Swallowing deeply, Horton leans forward and places his lips to the head of the Transvestite’s penis. The piece of meat seems to almost jump at him when his lips press against it, and then the penis becomes even harder as it sticks out at him.

FRENCH MAID
That was exciting.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Would you like my slave to suck it?

FRENCH MAID
Yes, Mistress Sybil.

MISTRESS SYBIL
(smiling down at Horton)
You’re about to suck your first
cock, slave.

HORTON
But–

Mistress Sybil jerks the leash again.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Suck it!

Horton grimaces as he takes hold of the French Maid’s erection and places his lips around the head of it. He can smell of muskiness of the Transvestite and tries not to gag.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Keep sucking till I tell you to
stop.

Working his mouth back and forth on the slippery, thick cock, Horton feels the vein underneath the erection pulsating with eagerness. A few moments later, the maid ejaculates streams of hot semen down his throat. It’s all he can do not to throw up. Sybil puts her hand on the back of Horton’s head to keep him from pulling away.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Swallow every drop.

When the French Maid stops ejaculating, Sybil allows Horton to withdraw the now-deflating penis from his mouth.

The slave wipes his lips with the back of his hand and makes a number of swallowing noises that causes other people in the room to glance at him and laugh.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Did you enjoy it?

HORTON
No.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Then you’re going to have to keep
sucking cock till you like it.

HORTON
If it’s so great, why don’t you
suck one?

MISTRESS SYBIL
(glaring down at Horton)
Are you daring to talk back to me?

HORTON
I, uh–

As the French Maid leaves to get more drinks, Mistress Sybil drags Horton behind her through the crowd, jerking on the leash like he’s a petulant dog.

They finally stopped in front of a white-haired gentleman known as the BLUE LEATHER MAN and a young, attractive DOMINATRIX called ANNE. The man is wearing a tight blue leather pants and jacket outfit with his cock hanging out in front. The woman has on a black corset with black, high-cut panties, nylon stockings and high heels.

BLUE LEATHER MAN
(to Sybil)
I loved your demonstration. Would
you care to repeat it?

Sybil hands the leash to the Blue Leather Man, and then starts talking to Anne. Pulling Horton’s face closer to his crotch, the Blue Leather Man grins mischievously down at the
slave.

BLUE LEATHER MAN (CONT’D)
Open your mouth. It’ time to suck
another cock. You’re going to love
the taste of my cum.

Horton shakes his head and receives a hard smack from Sybil. She then grabs his nose and squeezes his nostrils closed.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Master Edward commanded you to suck
his cock. Now do it.

Eventually Horton runs out of oxygen and has to open his mouth to breathe. That’s when the Blue Leather Man shoves his hard-on between the slave’s lips.

BLUE LEATHER MAN
(warningly)
Don’t even think about biting me.
You’re going to give me the best
blow job I’ve ever had, or you’re
going to suck every cock at this
party, until you learn how to do it
correctly.

Not wanting to see the threat carried out, Horton puts some real effort into the blow job. He sucks the Blue Leather Man’s cock like there’s no tomorrow and manages to get him off in less than ninety seconds. Unfortunately, the semen has a kind of Clorox taste to it, and Horton spits it out.

Retrieving the leash from the Blue Leather Man, Sybil jerks Horton’s head up so he’s looking at her.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Did I give you permission to spit
out Master Edward’s cum?

HORTON
Uh, no, Mistress.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Then it’s time for your whipping.
I want this to be a night you won’t
forget.

Mistress Sybil once again starts dragging Horton through the living room.

As Horton is yanked by the neck, he catches glimpses of a MALE SLAVE being bent over the back of the couch and taken sexually from behind by his MASTER. He sees a LEATHER WOMAN lying on a grand piano with the cover down and her leather dress hiked up. There’s another FEMALE with her face buried between the Leather Woman’s legs. Horton sees another MALE SUBMISSIVE on his knees, sucking his MASTER’S hard cock. The glimpses are so fast that it’s like a slide projector going off inside his head.

Horton also sees Sybil motioning to a number of the DOMINANT TRANSVESTITES as they made their way out of the living room and down into the adjacent dining-room area.

DINING ROOM

Feeling like a mongrel dog as Sybil keeps jerking on the leash, Horton follows behind her as fast as he can.

HALLWAY #2

Horton begins to suspect the worse when they reach the door to the triple-car garage that is now Sybil’s Medieval dungeon.

DUNGEON

As Sybil and Horton entered the dungeon, three DOMINANT TRANSVESTITES come in after them. The Trannies are very passable and attractive in their wigs, makeup, and sexy outfits. Each one is tall with long gorgeous legs encased within sheer nylons. They have on black corsets with garters attached to the stocking tops, black panties with a very noticeable bulge in the front, and black pumps with four-inch heels on them. One Transvestite is wearing a mid-length blonde wig, while another had a Patti Page styled wig. The third is wearing a long, red-haired wig.

Horton knows that none of this is real, yet it is. He has found out over the months that ghosts can hurt and humiliate you in ways not conceivable. Turning around , he looks at the fake stone walls inside the dungeon with insulation designed to ensure silence, no matter
how loudly the victim screams. An array of whips, cat-ofnine-tails, riding crops, and bamboo canes cover one wall, while wrists and ankle cuffs, handcuffs, leather masks, ball gags, strap-on dildoes, and a selection of other clever devices fill a second. A large X, made from thick oak beams is bolted into a third wall. The fourth wall has a hidden room behind a see-through mirror.

In one corner of the dungeon is an electric chair with wrist and ankle cuffs, and a seven-inch dildo pointed upward and fastened to the seat so the person seated is impaled. Another corner had a sturdy stand with raised stocks so a slave’s head and hands can be locked securely into it, leaving his backside vulnerable to the lash and whatever else the Mistress has in mind.

The third corner has a suspension beam with an electric hoist so an individual can be hung by his wrists or ankles.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Remember the hoist, Bobby? Your
wife whipped till you were bleeding
in a hundred places.
She then fucked another man on the
floor right in front of you. I bet
you enjoyed that. I believe you
had a hard-on the entire time she
and her boyfriend were having sex.

Horton doesn’t say anything because he knows it’s true.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
I hate to tell you this, but now
that your wife has experienced a
large cock, she’s never going to be
happy with yours, no matter what
she says.
(a beat, then)
I bet within a month, you’ll be
back on your hands and knees,
grovelling like the slave, watching
as another man satisfies her.

Ignoring Sybil and her words of scorn, Horton stares at the high-backed throne sitting in the fourth corner on a raised dais. The seat, back, and armrests are cushioned for comfort.

Near the center of the dungeon is a solidly-made whipping bench with a cushioned back and four thick legs made from oak. There are wrist and ankle cuffs fastened to them. Each leg is bolted to the floor to keep the slave from turning the bench over during a whipping session.

Mistress Sybil stares at the three Transvestites, and then points to the bench.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
Prepare my slave for his whipping.

While the Transvestites lead a helpless Horton over to the bench and make him lie facedown across the top of it, Sybil removes a wicked-looking cat-of-nine-tails from the wall. She swings it several times in the air as she watches Horton’s wrists and ankles being placed inside the leather cuffs.

Once Horton was secured, she steps over to him and runs one of her gloved hands down his back and over his taut ass.

Then, reaching down between his legs, she takes hold of his testicles and squeezes them until he cries out in pain.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
(to the trannies)
See how easy it is to control a
man.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
(MORE)Squeeze his balls hard enough, and
he’ll do whatever you want.

The three Transvestites nod their understanding.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
After I’ve finished whipping the
slave, I want you to teach him how
to swallow cum properly.

As the blonde-haired Transvestite bends over to remove her panties, she looks at Sybil with a smirk on her lovely face.

TRANSVESTITE #1
Is there anything else you would
like us to do?

Mistress Sybil glances at the long, thick penis that’s revealed as the Tranny slides the piece of lingerie down over her stocking-covered legs and steps out of them.

MISTRESS SYBIL
I want the slave fucked so hard
that he won’t be able to walk.
(a beat, then)
If he offers any resistance, simply
squeeze his balls.

TRANSVESTITE #1
Why don’t I make him suck my clit
while you whip his backside? That
will give him an incentive to
swallow my load.

MISTRESS SYBIL
He might unconsciously bite you.

TRANSVESTITE #1
If he does, I’ll cut his dick off
and stuff it down his throat.

Thinking about the suggestion for a moment, Sybil gives the Transvestite a smile.

MISTRESS SYBIL
(nodding)
Let me warm his ass up.

As the blonde-haired Tranny takes a firm stance in front of Horton’s face with her cock only inches away from his mouth, Sybil raises the cat high in the air and swings it down across the slave’s buttocks.

Looking back over his shoulder with wide, fearful eyes, Horton sees Sybil lifting the cat-of-nine-tails up into the air again and then swinging it down hard across his body.

HORTON
Noooooooo!

Mistress Sybil’s eyes become wild with excitement as she continues to whip the slave with her cat. She strikes out at his back, his bottom, and the back of his legs. Red welts and torn skin with drops of blood appear on his pale flesh.

Horton is groaning loudly in pain as he leans his head back with every strike of the cat. Stopping for a second, Sybil looks at the blonde-haired Transvestite.

MISTRESS SYBIL
The slave is making too much noise.
I think it’s time for you to stick
something in his mouth.

The Transvestite takes a step closer to Horton and rubs the head of her penis against his closed lips, lubricating them with pre-semen fluid.

TRANSVESTITE #1
(to Horton)
Open your mouth. Mommy has
something for you.

Refusing to comply, Horton shakes his head.

Mistress Sybil brings the instrument of torture back up and strikes the slave repeatedly across the back and buttocks with a vengeance.

MISTRESS SYBIL
I think he’s enjoying this.

Still, Horton refuses to open his mouth.

Switching the cat to her other hand, Sybil grabs Horton’s balls and starts squeezing them as hard as she can.

Finally, as Horton opens his mouth to scream, the Transvestite slides her cock between his lips. Now, Horton’s screams and groans are muffled by what’s inside his mouth.

Gripping Horton’s head with both hands, the blonde-haired Transvestite starts fucking his mouth with long, steady strokes, pushing her erection as far down his throat as humanly possible.

Then, while the slave is being taken in the mouth, Mistress Sybil continues with the whipping, putting everything she has into each stroke of the cat.

As the other two Transvestites take off their panties, Sybil stops the whipping and shakes her arm.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
My arm is getting tired. This is
turning out to be hard work.

TRANSVESTITE #1
Let us take over from here. We’ll
teach this slave the meaning of
obedience.

At that moment, the blonde-haired Transvestite reaches the point of no return. She shoves her cock all the way into the slave’s mouth, nearly choking him. Then, she lets out a loud
moan of pure pleasure as she begins to ejaculate.

TRANSVESTITE #1 (CONT’D)
Swallow every drop!

Grabbing Horton’s balls again, Sybil squeezes them with relish.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Keep swallowing, Bobby. Cum is
good for your complexion.

Horton is gagging as he attempts to swallow the massive amount of semen that’s being squirted down his throat. In time, however, cum starts oozing out from the sides of his mouth and down to the floor.

The blonde-haired Transvestite finally pulls out and shoots the rest of her load onto his face. When she’s finished, she wipes her penis across his lips, until it’s cleaned to her
satisfaction.

No sooner does the blonde-haired Transvestite step away, than the black-haired Tranny takes her place. She crams her hardon into Horton’s mouth, takes a firm grip on his head, and starts fucking his orifice with fast forward motions of her slim hips.

Mistress Sybil watches this for a moment, and then heads toward the dungeon door.

MISTRESS SYBIL (CONT’D)
I’m going back to the party. Let
me know when you’re finished.

The black-haired Transvestite throws her a glance as she continues to fuck Horton’s mouth.

TRANSVESTITE #2
Yes, Mistress.

When Sybil leaves the dungeon, the red-haired Transvestite moves behind Horton and places the head of her monstroussized erection to the opening of his anus. Gripping his hips, she begins to push it into him.

With a cock filling his mouth, Horton’s screams can barely be heard as his body struggles wildly against the invasion.

Bending over Horton’s body, the red-haired Tranny pushes every inch of her cock into his ass, right up to the hilt, stretching the anus beyond recognition.

TRANSVESTITE #1
Rip him a new asshole, Carol.

TRANSVESTITE #3
I intend to.
(a beat, then)
I think this is the first time he’s
had something my size.

The black-haired Transvestite is ramming her cock into Horton’s mouth, drawing closer to an orgasm.

TRANSVESTITE #2
Remember what Mistress Sybil told
us.

The red-headed Transvestite smiles maliciously as she continues to ram Horton’s ass with her giant cock.

TRANSVESTITE #3
I haven’t forgotten.

Withdrawing her erection until only the head of it is still inside the slave’s anus, the red head then drives it back into him, causing the slave to grunt loudly from the impact of her body. She does this over and over again, raping his ass like he’s a jail-house punk.

Feeling her orgasm about to erupt, the black-haired Tranny leans her head back and lets out a long moan of ecstasy. She then starts shooting heavy streams of semen into Horton’s mouth.

Horton gulps the semen down as quickly as he can so he doesn’t choke on the sheer quantity of it.

At the same time that’s happening, the red head lets out a scream that momentarily startles everyone, until they realize she’s also having an orgasm. She drives her gigantic organ
all the way into Horton’s torn rectum, and then starts pumping away as thick waves of semen ejaculate into him.

When the orgasms are over, the two Transvestites remove their cocks, leaving a trail of cum to Horton’s mouth and ass.

TRANSVESTITE #3 (CONT’D)
Now it’s time for the slave to lick
my cock clean.

The black-haired Transvestite moves to the side as the red head takes her place. Grabbing a handful of Horton’s hair, she forces his head up and rubs her penis all over his face. The red head then moves closer so her balls are pressing against the slave’s lips.

TRANSVESTITE #3 (CONT’D)
Lick them!

Horton obeys the command and begins to run his tongue gently over the pair of testicles.

As Horton is busy cleaning the red head’s balls with his tongue, the blonde-haired tranny steps up behind him. She’s stroking her penis until it’s hard again. Then, when her cock is standing up in all of its magnificent glory, she presses it against the crack between his cheeks. She rubs it up and down the groove a few times to let him know what he’s getting ready to receive.

TRANSVESTITE #1
Here’s it comes.

Placing the head of her erection to Horton’s anus, she pushes it into the bound slave, filling him to capacity, listening to his agonizing groans.

DISSOLVE TO:

LIVING ROOM – LATER

Mistress Sybil is standing beside another DOMINATRIX in the living room, laughing at something the other woman has said.

There’s a FEMALE SLAVE kneeling on the floor in front of Sybil, licking her boot till it shines. Sybil has a glass of champagne in her hand and is taking sips of the bubbly liquid
when the red-headed Transvestite approaches her.

The Transvestite now has her panties back on.

TRANSVESTITE #3
(to Sybil)
He’s ready.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Good.
(a beat, then)
Prepare my branding iron. I’ll be
there in a few minutes.

TRANSVESTITE #3
Yes, Mistress.

Turning around, the Transvestite heads back to the dungeon to do as Sybil requested.

DUNGEON – LATER

Horton is still bound to the whipping bench. He looks traumatized from the beating and the sexual assault to his body. Semen covers his face.

On the floor, next to the whipping bench, is an electric branding iron with its cord plugged into a wall socket. The iron, laying in a metal tray, has a wooden handle on one end and a capital “S” on the other that’s glowing a bright red.

Entering the dungeon with a flourish, Mistress Sybil steps over to where Horton is and gazes down at him with acute interest.

MISTRESS SYBIL
I want tonight to stay with you
forever, Bobby.

Exhausted and in pain, Horton manages to raise his head so he can look at her.

HORTON
Please don’t do it.

MISTRESS SYBIL
But I want to, Bobby.
(a beat, then)
I bet your wife isn’t going to be
too happy when she sees my brand on
your ass.

Picking up the branding iron, Sybil stares at the red-hot tip for a second, and then presses it firmly to the side of Horton’s buttock.

The scream that erupts from Horton’s lips is loud and intense. It’s intermixed with the sizzling sound of his burning flesh.

After five seconds, Sybil removes the branding iron from his bottom and examines the smoking burn. Satisfied with the brand, she smiles at the three Transvestites.

The red-headed Transvestite, however, notices something wrong with Horton. She steps over to him and attempts to find a pulse in his neck.

TRANSVESTITE #3
I think he’s dead. It looks like a
heart attack.

TRANSVESTITE #1
What do you want us to do with him?

MISTRESS SYBIL
Untie the slave and leave him on
the floor for the furniture movers
to find.

TRANSVESTITE #2
It’s almost daylight.

MISTRESS SYBIL
Yes, it’s time for us to sleep.

As Mistress Sybil leaves the dungeon, the Transvestites remove Horton from the whipping bench and lay him down on the floor. They leave him there and walk out of the room. This is where the END CREDITS BEGIN TO ROLL.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:INT. COMIC BOOK CONVENTION – HALLWAY – DAY

Five comic book nerds walk down an empty hallway.

NERD 1
Told you we could slip the guard a fifty.

NERD 2
Let’s just hope we didn’t waste our
money.

NERD 3
For a beauty like Ghoulith there is no
price too high.

NERD 5
(holding up Polaroid camera)
I just want a picture.

NERD 4
Lover boy over here is getting a little
romantic–

NERD 1
(annoyed)
GUYS! My dad used to work here, I know
exactly where the dressing rooms are,
come on.
They take off quickly down the hall.

INT. COMIC BOOK CONVENTION – DRESSING ROOM – DAY

GHOULITH, aging ghoul girl late night host and movie star, puts on her revealing retro latex dress to match her Gothic make-up.

GHOULITH
(rehearsing)
…ahem okay and…
(Sexy mysterious voice)
Hello late night Creatures and
Stalkers, it is I…

Dramatic beat.

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
GHOULITH, SEXUAL MISTRESS OF EVIL!

She finishes dressing and examines herself in the mirror. Adjusts expression in mirror, spooky face to beauty queen parade face.

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
(Cheerleader voice)
I just love to meet a fan, you guys are
everything to me. You’re such smelly
losers. I just love wearing hot latex
and hearing you talk about a twenty year
old T.V. show. Go kill yourselves.

Ghoulith lights a cigarette.

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
(Normal voice)
Comic conventions are a new time low.
I need a new fucking agent.

Knock at the door.

MARTY (O.S.)
(bombastic)
Your adoring public awaits.

Ghoulith rolls her eyes then opens the door.

GHOULITH
HA! I highly doubt that. At the Portland
Con there were only twenty people.

Door handle jiggles.

MARTY, Ghoulith’s useless agent, stands in the doorway waiting for a hug.

MARTY
Hey Ghoulith baby, you know I’m always
looking out for you. Last I looked it
was packed.

Ghoulith stands with one arm crossed, blowing the smoke from her cigarette into Marty’s face.

GHOULITH
Where’s my take from the gate?
Marty drops his hands, trying to think fast.

MARTY
(Hesitating)
Uh…well…ummm it wasn’t so good today.

GHOULITH
How bad?

MARTY
(studdering)
Almost half.

He hands her an envelope. She snatches it.

GHOULITH
For fuck’s sake Marty! I’m not fucking
working my ass of in this thing for that.
It doesn’t even cover my expenses!

MARTY
These things ebb and flow. It will pick
up. Once the animated series–

GHOULITH
DON’T YOU DARE! You’d been leading me
on with that thing for years. It’s dead
in the water and everyone knows it but
you.

MARTY
Ghoul–Pamela, now, that’s not fair.

INT. HALLWAY – DAY

The Nerds can hear Ghoulith and Marty fighting, but can’t make it out.

NERD 2
That’s her voice!

NERD 5
What’s she yelling?

NERD 3
Let’s find out

NERD 1
Just around this corner.

Nerds get their various merchandise ready to sign. They are approaching the dressing room unnoticed.

GHOULITH
You want not fair, NOT FAIR! Marty
you’re fired.

She slams the door in his face. Marty jumps back. Composes himself. Is about to yell at the door, but he notices the Nerds and thinks better of it.

MARTY
I don’t need this.

Marty exits.

The Nerds reach the door and can barely contain their excitement. Nerds try to goad each other into knocking. Finally, one of them is pushed forward and prodded into knocking. The door flies open with GHOULITH standing in the doorway wearing a large trench coat over her costume and has a bag over her shoulder ready to leave.

GHOULITH
MARTY YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE–

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
(surprised)
Oh!

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
(annoyed)
Yes?

Nerds struggle to speak while fixated on her cleavage.

GHOULITH (CONT’D)
Sorry boys, Ghoulith’s closed for the
night.

NERD 2
You’re leaving?

GHOULITH
Duh.

NERD 4
But, but, you have a panel discussion
this afternoon.

GHOULITH
Deal with it, losers.

Ghoulith searches her bag and tosses some random Ghoulith Stickers at the then slams the door.

NERD 1
You can’t leave, we traveled 12 hours
to see you.

The Nerds stand at the dressing room door defeated. After a beat they get angry.

NERD 2
This is bullshit. FUCKING BULLSHIT!

NERD 3
She’s the only reason we came and she’s
a total bitch.

NERD 1
Let’s just wait for her to come out.

NERD 4
We didn’t come all this way for nothing.

NERD 1
Screw this.

Nerd 1 pounds fist on the door.

Ghoulith swings it open again.

GHOULITH
What now!?

NERD 1
(studdering)
We came really far and we just want some
autographs. Please.

GHOULITH
(mocking)
We came so far PL-EASE!

NERD 2
Hey you shouldn’t make fun of your fans!

GHOULITH
That’s it, I’m calling security to have
you nerds thrown out. I don’t need this
shit.

Panicked, they rush her. Covering her mouth the push her into the dressing room.

NERD 3
We’re not leaving.

NERD 4
(picking up stickers)
And neither are you.

INT. DRESSING ROOM – LATER: GHOULITH & 5 NERDS S/S

They tear off her costume muffling her cries for help with the stickers. They sign her body, take pictures while gang banging her, find a magic wand in her bag, Marty returns and takes photos for them.

Ends with all five Nerds finishing on her face. Marty has the Nerds pose with their dicks around her face and he takes a Polaroid picture then makes her sign it.

Close up on picture it reads, “TO MY BIGGEST FANS – GHOULITH”

FADE OUT

They are curled up in their tent ready for some love making, the girl is wearing her sexy new
satin lingerie when they hear some rustling outside.

The man of the couple grabs a torch and heads out to take a look , some time passes and the
girl starts to get concerned just when someone comes through the tent door but it is not her
partner but two Zombie T girls with their cocks ready to go.

She tries to scream but she is silenced by one of them while the other zombie starts to caress
her beautiful body. She starts to calm down as she is unusually getting aroused by the power of
the Zombies and by the look of their cocks.

Her male partner bursts through the tent door to find her captured in pleasure by the zombies
and is shocked by what he sees. He too becomes hypnotised by their presence and is
instructed to suck one of the Zombies luscious cocks and he also becomes aroused.

After sucking lots of zombie cock and swapping of partners, the man is made to watch and
stroke himself while the girl has a zombie cock inserted into her pussy while she continues to
suck the other one. The man becomes very aroused and now it is his turn to be fucked. The
zombie slowly inserts his cock into his ass , he cannot believe how good it feels.

His female partner starts to suck is hard cock while he is having his ass pounded , while she too
is having her fair share of zombie cock inside of her.

Everybody in this fuck tent is now getting close to climax so the zombie T Girls make the girl jerk
the man off onto the faces of the zombies while they continue to stroke themselves. Now it is
there turn

The man and women are put to there knees while each Zombie explodes juicy cum all over
there faces