The Lady and The Damp

The search for that rare find

Toby Kelly, short haired, 25 years old, chubby build, was the best newspaper journalist around.

For 10 years he had worked as a freelancer at an upcoming agency, The Over the Shoulder News.

This agency told sneaky and sometimes bribed stories of the filthy rich and of what things they get up to of a day and night.

For instance there was a story that Toby had gotten edited in a column a few years back.

It was about the world famous Miss K. Franque, the now late fashion designer, noted for clothes such as lacy thongs and bras, ice blue high heels and orange pearl necklaces.

Through social media, bribed officials and some string pulling with some of Miss. K’s work staff, Toby was able to secure not only secrets but also photos of Miss. k locked in the arms of another woman. This other woman was not known but sources of the photo made her look to be young, possible too young for mature Miss. K.

Toby knew he had secured not only an outright win but also had been given a fantastic pay rise. A week after the scandal Miss. K was found in her pool, drowned.

Sitting in his chair, camera in one hand, note pad in the other, Toby smiled to himself at not just memories of capturing Miss. K nude with that girl but also other memories of other high ranking people that he had exposed. Life was good he said to himself.

A few months and many more exposures later, Toby found himself opposite his boss, Mr. Eldert jnr.

Eldert had got this job through parental money but he was a hard worker. Toby admired him from the get go.

Mr. Eldert looked Toby over and grinned.

Eldert: Toby my boy, take a seat. I have been pondering for some time now if you are the right guy for this job. I know, gosh how I know you have made this place into a gold mine of news and I thank you for that. However the job I have here is a bit of a jinx. Remember I told you Luke took that job offer down at that cafe and that Sam had joined the army? Well they didn’t. They have gone missing. Believe me I have made calls to private police to locate them but for some reason the Chief says they are still on the case. It’s alot of rubbish in my opinion. Thank god Luke and Sam lived alone and had no relatives otherwise this fine establishment would crumble with the exposure of upset parents or girlfriends. Funny that. No girlfriends. As you know they were fit and young so no reason not to have girlfriends. Unless they were…..

Eldert faded away into some memory of Luke and Sam.

Toby just looked dumbstruck.

Eldert:…anyway that’s beside the point. What I want you to do if your up for it is to be my private journalist come investigator and find out where Luke and Sam went after they arrived at the job. Will you accept? Take a moment.

Toby looked at Eldert and after asking about payment he accepted.

Eldert: Great. I knew I could persuade you. Now here is the address and some spending money for petrol. It’s quite a trek hence the payment. Be back safe and sound and with Luke and Sam and I’ll double it.

Two hours later Toby was driving along an old swampy landscape. Willow trees aligned the side of the road. Small houses lay here and there in wet swampy mud, their windows smashed and doors bashed in.

Toby: ( To himself) Must be local vandals.

As Toby passed a grand old oak tree he saw with disbelief a huge cloud of smog, blinding his way.

Toby: what the hell is this?

He checked the address on his satnav. The location, which had been beeping away a minute ago was gone. Toby shut off the engine and got out the car. He walked a few steps into the smog but then realised if he walked he would lose the car. Then he realised what a fool he was. The car was fitted with smog lights. He turned and went back to the car. Inside he turned the car on and turned the smog lights on. Success. He could now see what was ahead of him.

His satnav was still not showing the destination but he was sure he was almost there. Something told him he was just a few minutes away. Then it happened. His car slowed to a halt.

Toby: That’s odd. My tank was half full.

He got out and checked the car. Everything seemed fine. But wait. What was that sticking out of the tank? It was a piece of metal shard. It had punctured a hole in it. Evidently there were petrol marks behind.

Toby: Damn. What now? Nothing to do but walk the rest of the way if I can find it.

Packing up his camera, note pad, money and extra clothes he made his way forward into the now thick smog not knowing where he would end up.

About a mile and a lot of mishaps later, Toby glimpsed a building high up on a rock face. It was a huge, gothic-looking structure with little carved faces that looked creepy. As Toby neared the place he noticed a huge oak front door that had other carved images on it. At first he couldn’t make them out but on closer inspection he stepped back more in shock than horror.

Carved into the door were tiny depictions of men and women, nude. Some had small cocks others had huge ones and the women also had huge and small boobs. They were spread out facing him with erect bits sticking out at him. All had different facial expressions. One had its eyes closed and a grin plastered on its face with sheer glee. Another had a huge cockhead that stuck out like a sore thumb, eyes wide and made to look like he was having the greatest orgasm.

Noticing these Toby noticed that each figure had little chain links attached to their hands and legs so as to keep them spread apart. But then Toby got another shock. Acting as carved, elaborate door knocker was a huge naked woman with a full set of rounded tits and equipped with a huge dangling cock, which Toby figured out, was the actual door knocker.

Toby: What the fuck was this place? A brothel? No, too gnarly. Are Luke and Sam here?

Whatever it was Toby didn’t like the place one bit. Surely this was not the place. He looked about him but all there was was thick smog.

Just as he turned back to the door he saw the carvings and the huge woman move together. Toby was looking dumbfounded at these carvings erotically moving without any sound. It reminded him of a circus exhibit were little tin clowns came marching out of a music box and clapped and did all sorts of funny intricate things. This exhibit was far from having clowns. The figures moved in very erotic ways, their body parts waving to and fro, faces changing with what looked like absolute sexual submission. All the time the huge woman carving had her eyes set upon Toby and gave him a very hauty sneer.

That was when the great oak door swung open. Apart from a few far off lights the place was in sheer darkness. Toby was still recovering from that image not to notice a huge shadow approaching over him from behind.

He felt a push and suddenly found himself inside and gasping as when he turned around he saw a Frankenstein-like bearded man staring at him with the most widened grin of sheer delight. Toby tried running but all it took was a huge hand to grab him and sling him out cold on the marble flooring.

The next thing Toby knew was waking up and finding himself naked and strapped into a wooden stockade in a plush looking furnished room.

To be continued…..