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story_codes: Tentacles/g(8), f/g, cons

story_intro: Note: Although this story is a stand-alone, the detailed background of Joe and the Land-Fields Studios was first introduced in 'The Seventh Reel' and others. Joe views a "special" episode of a popular sitcom about a family of witches and wizards who try to fit in among normal people. In this illicit tale, the youngest daughter is sent on an errand to her grandfather's work area in the basement but is delayed when some creatures there insist on playing with her.




story_language: English


The Wandlys

Written by madvlad


Note: Although this story is a stand-alone, the detailed background of Joe and the Land-Fields Studios was first introduced in 'The Seventh Reel' and continued in several other stories.
Arnie and Lucy were from the story, Shanghai Surprise.

Here's a brief background:

	Weeks earlier, Joe had been placed in charge of cataloging and overseeing the removal of the late studio mogul Henry Land's private effects from his mansion, which his grandchildren were converting into a museum. Joe had worked at Land-Fields Studios for years and had been "borrowed" to manage this phase of the project. After discovering a collection of old films and photographs in a previously blocked alcove within the mansion's wine cellar, Joe had reported his find to Sharon, the Land granddaughter who was chairing the museum project. Thinking these were merely copies of movies the studio made and had later preserved in digital format, she gave Joe free reign over what he wanted to keep.

	But as he watched the first movie, he had discovered that there was an extra reel showing a much different version of a scene that had been a song-and-dance number. Instead, this reel was very pornographic and featured the movie's leading actress, seven year-old child starlet Alice Barber. The little girl took on several mobsters in a fuck-fest instead of the cute song-and-dance number that the public was familiar with. It was the beginning of Joe's exploration through the private cache of recorded content, much of it starring children from the studio's various movies and television shows.

	With the advent of sound as a regular feature in motion pictures, Land-Fields had created a subsidiary studio called Wonder Films who productions were aimed at children. These were both live-action and animated, the latter's short cartoons competing head to head with Disney and Warner Brothers characters. 

	Occasionally, one movie or a short-length cartoon character from one studio might resemble one from the other, particularly Disney. Publicly, both studios graciously pointed out how great creative talent sometimes produced similar results. In private, both companies engaged in espionage so cunning that certain "competitive intelligence" employees were recruited to work for the OSS, the predecessor to the CIA, during World War II. Both studios knew that a public war or lawsuit would reflect poorly on both of them - not the sort of thing to do when competing for the often tight family dollar.

	In 1953, Henry Land, Jr. convinced his father that the peculiar medium of television was here to stay and would only grow in the future. The son became head of a spin-off of another spin-off as Wonder Films now had the first full-scale television production company, Wonder Vision. The first show launched was the Wonder Vision Variety Hour, featuring cartoons with stalwart studio characters like Monty Mongoose and Ernie Eagle, short serial movies, and live studio performances with a cast of engaging young children called the Visioneers. 

	When Disney launched its Mickey Mouse Club a year later with its blatant rip-off called the Mousketeers, the industry held its breath for some heavy duty suing. But Henry Senior intervened, assuring his son that there was plenty of room and profit for both. He wasn't entirely correct as the Disney show folded after four years, returning in syndication and other short-lived versions. All the while, the Wonder Vision Variety Hour always stayed current with the culture and still thrived to this day, now usually called 'The VH', and aired on WV Junior, the studio's cable channel for younger kids.

	Joe was in his office when someone knocked on the open door. 

	"Yeah," he said, with his attention still on the work on his computer monitor. 

	Hearing footsteps, he moved his eyes up to see who was walking in. There was no one there. As he lowered his eyes, he saw movement and finally paid attention. 

	The head of gray hair was lower than he would have expected - more at the height of a younger child. Or at the height of Paulie Donovan, a midget actor most famous for his portrayal as Buster - the leader of the Gillihood Gang. The gang was a decades-old staple of the Land-Fields Studio's array of characters and had appeared in cartoons and live action films alike. 

	Paulie had been appearing as Buster for - what was it? - about forty years, now. He had a reputation of being a hard-partying skirt-chaser who never let a a few feet of missing height get in the way of a good time. Joe had met him at a couple of studio functions and always felt like a kid again in the presence of one of his childhood idols. But now he was surprised to see him here in his office. And he was even more surprised when the man knew his name.

	"Hiya, Joe, ya fucking pervert," Paulie said with a leering grin as he kicked the door shut behind him.

	Joe chuckled. Paulie was famous around the company for his cheerful rudeness. But he was still at a loss for him being here. Joe was a behind-the-scenes guy, a logistics man. He was vital, but not one of the big shots at the studio.

	"Hi Paulie," he said, thinking of a comeback be forgoing it as he would fall short of the insult king in front of him.

	Without being asked, Paulie climbed into a chair facing Joe's desk and settled in quite comfortably. He had a smug look on his face as he continued grinning at Joe.

	"Er, can I help you with something?" Joe asked.

	"Nah, I just wanted to see how you liked the stash," Paulie replied.

	"Stash?"

	Paulie rolled his eyes.

	"Yeah, the stash. You know - the private collection of Henry and Henry, Senior and Junior. Those in the know knew it had to be somewhere in the mansion but weren't sure where on account of all the shit stuffed in every nook and cranny. You were picked to inventory it all for two reasons. One - you're good at organizing. Two - you were checked out and they knew you could show discretion. And Three -."

	"You said two reasons." Joe interjected.

	"Shut the fuck up," Paulie cheerfully retorted. "This is my story. Anyway...Three - we knew you'd appreciate the content.  After all, Arnie Molson and his daughter, Lucy, stood up for you."

	Joe had met the late Arnie Molson, an old Hollywood businessman and logistics guy from way back a few times before the man's death. Like Joe, he was never a big mogul, but was one of those people who were known to make the impossible possible. Arnie and Lucy had caught him staring at some young girls nearby and had discreetly confided that they and some of the Lands family shared his predilection. 

	"Anyway, we knew if you found the stash, it would be in good hands. Now that the old mansion has been cleaned out, we figured we could approach you."

	Having been outed, Joe decided it was best to come clean.

	"Look, I'm not trying to cause trouble or blackmail," he started.

	"No one said you were," Paulie replied. "Like I said, you were carefully chosen. So, I'll ask you again. Do you like the stash?"

	"What little I've seen so far," Joe confessed.

	"Yeah, there's a shitload," Paulie laughed. "What was the first one you saw?"

	"The Mobsters and the Moppet."

	"Alice Fucking Barber," Paulie chortled. "She was before my time but damn, I'd have liked to jam my dick in her while she was still hairless."

	"And I've seen some others. Like an episode of "Adrift in the Stars" with the daughter of one of Alice's co-stars."

	"Oh yeah. Which one? With Dr. Jones and her brother in a threesome? With the robot? Or with the aliens?"

	Joe was stunned - and pleased. There were more explicit episodes than just the one?

	"The one with the robot."

	"That lucky tin can," Paulie said with wonder, shaking his head. 

	"And then of course I saw "So Tight and the Nine Dwarves" which I'm sure you remember, too."

	Paulie's face lit up even more. 

	"Ah, my little Mikki. You know, I didn't know I was popping her cherry for real until I felt it. Goddamn, but she was a horny little sex kitten. Me and the gang, we all had her a bunch of times while she was growing up. I remember one time, she was like eleven or so, and I hadn't seen her for a few months. We're shooting a Gillihood short movie for TV and she shows up at my trailer. We're alone and she pulls off her t-shirt and shows me those two little grape-sized lumps on her chest.

	'Look, Uncle Paulie,' she says. 'I've got tits now!' I can tell you - I did more than just look."

	"One hell of a family," Joe mused. "I know Mikki's got two daughters working at the studio, now."

	"Oh yeah, Kelsie - she's eight now and a wild piece of ass like her mother. She's on that show about the family of wizards and witches - The Wandlys. And now Steffie - she's three, no, just turned four. Not very experienced, yet, but can give a good blowjob. She's on that show...fuck, the one with the animals."

	"Noah's Ark," Joe said.

	"Yeah, that's the one. Stay tuned for more from her. But in the meantime, here's one more for your collection. Just our way of saying thanks. And we may need you to help out on few things from time to time. Nothing dangerous - just shit that needs a delicate touch. Oh, by the way. Do you know the story behind Arnie and Lucy?"

	"She's his daughter, but Asian. Adopted maybe?"

	"Yeah, you could say that. She was working in a Chinese brothel back in the day. Couldn't have been older than Mikki in the movie you saw when the Japs were invading. Anyway, Arnie managed to smuggle her out just in time and she's always been grateful to people like us. Talk about a great souvenir! Anyway, here you go."

	Paulie tossed a DVD on Joe's desk and left without another word. Joe picked it up. Like others in the stash, there was only handwriting on it. This time, it said, 'The Wandlys'.

	That night, Joe settled in and started the DVD. He hadn't seen the show before but knew the premise. A family with magical powers lived in the suburbs. While the kids went to a private school for witches and wizards, the family tried to maintain an outward appearance of normality (with various degrees of success) among their more mundane neighbors.

	After the credits, the scene opened with a little dark-haired girl sitting at the kitchen table doing her homework. She was wearing the red skirt and white blouse of her private school of magic while her school blazer was hung on the back of her chair. That would be Kelsie, or Twyla as her character was named.

	The door from outside opened and in walked Twyla's older sister, Lucinda. Joe remembered that actress as she grew up on Wonder Vision's 'VH' show. Now she was about fifteen or sixteen and sporting a nice pair of legs beneath a mini-skirt version of the school's uniform.

	"Hey, Twyla," Lucina said. "How was your day?"

	"Lousy," Twyla grumbled. "Mr. Beadle turned Freddy Kinsler into a frog in Transformation class."

	"What wrong with that?" asked Lucinda. "I thought you didn't like Freddy Kinsler."

	"I don't. The problem is that Mr. Beadle then turned that poor frog back into Freddy. Gross!"

	A track of canned laughter sounded. Then an older gentleman in a loud purple suit that looked vaguely Edwardian in cut walked into the kitchen, muttering as he paged through a large hardbound book. Stopping at the spice rack, he lifted some of the bottles and read their contents with disdain.

	"Cinnamon. Oregano. Paprika? Bah! Doesn't your mother keep any powdered lizard toes in the house?"

	Twyla made a face.

	"Ick! We don't want lizard toes in our food, Grandpa."

	"This isn't for eating, my dear," the old man said as he peered at her over his half-moon glasses. "It's for a potion to make Mrs. O'Halloran's roses grow. I'm sure she'll be mighty grateful."

	When the man waggled his bushy eyebrows suggestively, Lucinda rolled her eyes.

	"Twyla," the old man said. "Be a sport and fetch me a jar from my workbench. When I get done with my potion, I'll show you how to whip up a nice draught to turn Freddy into a salamander for three days. The effects last for three days and can't be reversed until the time has passed."

	"Grandpa," Lucinda warned, but Twyla was already racing for the basement.

	The next scene showed Twyla looking about in a dusty, cobweb-filled space. Twice, she paused when she heard some odd rustling noises.  On the third time, Twyla stopped in her tracks.

	"Lucinda! That's not funny. Come on out."

	Suddenly, two long green tentacles dropped from the ceiling and seized her wrists. Twyla yelped as her arms were yanked over her head. More tentacles came from the sides, tearing at her skirt and blouse. Both garments came apart with ease as they were likely designed to. Other tentacles had wrapped around her legs and pulled them wide. As two more tentacles were grabbing at Twyla's panties, she began to yell. But her shouts were cut off as another tentacle plugged itself into her open mouth.

	"Mmph!" the girl mumbled.

	The tentacle was moving in and out of her mouth and the trapped little girl acquiesced and started to suck. Meanwhile, her panties were torn away, leaving her only in her shoes and socks. As another tentacle rose from the floor and approached her smooth crotch. Twyla moaned as the glistening tip of the thing smeared stuff all over the pale flesh of her prepubescent cunny. Then it dug into the child's hairless slit.

	Joe felt both aroused at the scene and proud of the Land-Fields special effects people who had created the tentacles.

	Twyla moaned loudly around the tentacle in her mouth when its mate lunged into her little snatch. Her bald mound spread, the lips bulging tightly as the thing stroked deeply into her. 

	Joe couldn't be sure how much she was taking and how much was illusion, but it sure looked like the third grader was getting her cunt overfilled.

	"Mmmm! Mrrrmm! Mrrrmm!" she mumbled as the tentacle she was sucking sped up. 

	Then it abruptly pulled out, splashing cum all over the girl's face. Twyla coughed up more of the stuff, dribbling it onto her flat chest. A camera zoomed in and showed the white gunk enveloping one stiff little nipple. Twyla dropped her head, watching as the other tentacle rammed in and out of her violated quim.

	She was moaning weakly, but those noises grew more anxious as the tentacle continued to ravish the defenseless eight year-old's pussy. The thick tendril produced thick, sloppy sounds as it fucked the childish cunt and its green surface was getting wet from the little girl's own lubrication.

	Another camera zoom showed Twyla's hairless twat getting reamed and getting juicier. The tip of her clit was protruding from the hood and the writhing child was clearly getting off on her tentacle rape. Panting frantically, her whining increased in pitch until she came with a shout. As she shuddered in the grasp of the other tentacles, the one inside her white-washed her little pussy. Twyla jerked with every pulse and the semen oozed from her stretched cunny. The tentacle withdrew, allowing the rest of the load to escape the eight year-old's abused cunt hole while she went limp.

	"Twyla?"

	Lucinda was in the basement in the next scene and shook her head when she saw the girl lying naked on their grandfather's workbench with white goo still dripping from her bald slit.

	"Waste not, want not," the teen declared as she pushed Twyla's legs farther apart.

	Lucinda leaned in and planted her mouth on her little sister's snatch and began eagerly eating her out. Twyla stirred, awaking from her faint.

	"Wha? Lucinda?" she muttered.

	Lucinda lifted her head for a moment.

	"Just pretend my tongue is a tentacle," she said, followed by a laugh track.

	"Ummmm," Twyla sighed as her cream-filled little cunt got a lesbian oral cleaning. 

	The little girl wrapped her legs around the teen's head. Clearly they had done this before. Her panting resumed and Lucinda didn't let up until the eight year-old had cum again.  

	Lucinda helped her sister to the floor and scolded the girl.

	"I can't believe you fell for Grandpa's prank - again. You'll have to be careful when you're older or else those tentacles will make you pregnant."

	The next scene took place in the evening.  Twyla was on the sofa, watching TV when Lucinda came in wearing a tight skirt and crop top more revealing than her school clothes had been. As she reached for the basement door, Twyla called out.

	"Hey! What if the tentacles are still down there?"

	Lucinda turned and smiled. 

	"I hope so. I have a date with one of the bigger ones - not the small fry who got you."	

	Twyla gulped visibly during more canned laughter.

	"But what if they make you pregnant?"

	With a flourish, Lucinda produced what looked like a clear stocking that would cover a full-grown woman's leg with room to spare.

	"Not a problem," she said. "I always make them wear a condom."

	The final laugh track played as the teen happily opened the basement door.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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