Stanley Ipkiss and Peggy Brandt sit on stacks of bound newspapers in the vast shadowy shipping room belonging to the newspaper she works for. In the background, a huge machine spews out hundreds of newspapers on an assembly line. Everything's mechanized: printing, folding, wrapping apart from Stanley who is a complete wreck, clothes dishevelled, rings under his eyes. He is wanted by the police both as the mask and as himself. Less than a day with the mask and it had ruined his life. How on earth was he going to sort this?
Peggy hands Stanley a cup of coffee and takes the mask in her hands trying to understand it's power. "I saw it. I saw the whole thing. What's happening to you, Stanley?" Peggy asks in a caring manner.
Stanley shakes his head trying to understand how his life is so messed up. "It's crazy... I've lost all control. When I put on this mask, I can do anything... be anything, but it's ruining my life." He trails off unable to process everything that has happened. He had to close his eyes as the room seem to be spinning.
Peggy moves closer to Stanley. "Stanley," she begins in a very sympathetic and gentle manner. "I don't know what's happening to you, but I do know this. That letter you sent my column was from a guy with more guts and heart than any of the creeps I've met in Edge City. Whatever this mask is, you don't need it. You... Stanley Ipkiss, are already all you ever need to be."
Stanley's eyes lit up a little with hope and warmth. That was just what he needed to hear right now. More than that it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to him. "Gosh, Peggy." He turns to her in a hopeful expression. "Do you really mean that?" Maybe life wasn't so bad after all. Maybe help he can beat this thing and turn his life around.
Peggy smiles for a second and then turns serious. "Actually... no." She deadpans moving away from him.
"What?" Stanley says confused. He thought they were having a moment… sure felt like it from his side anyway. In the background he can hear a large warehouse door open and footsteps of some people coming.
"What took you guys so long?" Peggy said rising to her feet greeting the group as they come around the corner. "I've been vamping here for twenty minutes." She complained. They come into Stanley's view and he gulps as it Dorian and three of his men with their guns trained on Stanley. No point running now as there was no option to.
"This is him?" Dorian asked Peggy ignoring her complaints and sizing up Stanley. He didn't look impressed looking at the man before him. The guy standing there scared to death seemed gangly and more than a little weedy. He was the kind of guy Dorian would dismiss in a second and certainly the kind of guy Tyrell would not let in the club. Plus, this guy had groped and kissed his girl right in front of Dorian's face… oh he was so going to pay for that.
"You have the fifty thou?" Peggy asked hopefully and Dorian nodded to one of his men, Sweet Eddy who flicked open a briefcase lined with cash in front of Peggy. Her eyes lit with the dollars in front of her as she took the case of money in her hands. "Right," Peggy says offhand more focused on the money than what is currently happening. "When he puts on the mask, he becomes that green thingamajig." She casually hands Dorian the mask as she is talking.
Stanley looked at the whole scene still dumbfounded and in a state of disbelief. "Peggy, what are you doing?" He asked weakly almost hoping that this was a set up and the police would burst out any second and arrest them all.
Peggy turned to Stanley almost apologetic "Sorry, Stanley. You really are a great guy, but I just can't lose my condo. You know how hard it is to find an apartment in this city." Stanley couldn't help but find a trace of understand at her statement given his experiences with his temperamental landlady Mrs Peenman. Doc a member of Dorian's group and a second thug Orlando grab Stanley drag him up the stairs of one of the printing machines in the warehouse. Peggy watches as they drag him up the stairs in horror, she spins around to face Dorian. "Hey, you said you wouldn't hurt him!" She says desperately.
Dorian looks at a rather large lever in front of him and pulls it towards him turning the printing machine on. It lights up and the heavy machinery begins to come to life, grinding and moving in sync. Dorian looks at Peggy and shrugs, "I lied." He says casually. Now up at the top Dorian's men hang Stanley over the steel maw of the whirring news press. His head is inches away from being crushed and splatted all over the morning news. He moves awkwardly in fear trying to keep his hands away from the inner workings of the machine. "Okay Ipkiss." Dorian calls out. "Where's the money from the heist?"
"My apartment. It's in my apartment!" Stanley cries out in terror as he dangles above the heavy machinery.
"Thanks." Dorian mutters as he toys with the wooden mask, clearly enjoying his control over the situation. He was used to following orders from Niko and biting his tongue. If this mask could do even half the things for him as he had seen Ipkiss do with it then all that was about to change. "Tell me about this mask. How does it work?"
"I don't know," Stanley cries out helplessly. "You just put it on!"
Dorian considers this as he stares at the mask. The inside of the mask seems to glow inside for a second as he looks at it. Some people had things handed to them on a silver platter. And some people have to fight tooth and nail to get anything in life. Niko inherited his empire from his father while Tyrell had to start from the streets and work his way up… but not anymore. Carefully Dorian raises the mask to his face. With a CRACK of thunder, a dark cloud appears above his face, Sweet Eddy, Peggy and the others can only watch in amazement and fear as it forms above Dorian. "Umm… boss you better be careful yeah," mutters Sweet Eddy in fear of the whole situation as this was not something he was used to. The group watch as Dorian puts on the mask roaring in pain as a whirlwind of light and power swirls around Dorian's figure. Unlike Stanley's transformation, Dorian's is much more diabolical. He grows and changes within a nimbus of ROARING light. Finally, the light dies away, and the now mask wearing Dorian rises from a circle of swirling smoke. While Stanley was a zoot suited bee-bopper in hyper-drive, Dorian is more like a hulking evil genie, fresh out of the lamp and pissed at the world. His diamond earring and touches of his neuvo-gangster look is still apparent, but his huge grin stretches out like a Tyrannosaurus Rex's under eyes that glow red with wicked power. "What a rush!" Dorian says his voice now a deep inhuman rumble.
"Whoa, boss... are you okay?" Sweet Eddy asks, this was way above his pay grade.
"I'm better than ever, you idiot." Dorian replies dismissively. He felt so powerful and no longer weary of crossing swords with anyone who might stand in his way. Niko commanded respect with a gun well now Tyrell was command respect and fear with the colour green.
"What do we do with Ipkiss?" Sweet Eddy asks him pointing to Ipkiss still held dangling above the churning presses in a now defeated state at the whole scene.
Dorian looks at Eddy and then back Stanley dangling there like a worm on a hook. A plan forms into his twisted mind. "The police are looking for the Mask. We shall give them the Mask." Everything has become so clear now and so simple thanks to the mask.
Peggy sheepishly hugs the suitcase to her chest. "Ah... excuse me. If you don't mind, I'll just take my money and be going. You guys make yourselves at home." She says edging towards the door and making a mental note to get as far away from the city as possible in a very short space of time.
Dorian slides up to Peggy threateningly putting his arm around her shoulder. "Must you go? What a shame. You and I could make beautiful headlines together."
Peggy removes his arm from her shoulder. "Thanks, anyway." Peggy replies clearly creeped out at the whole situation. "But that wasn't part of the deal." Gripping the briefcase tightly she moves to leave. This whole thing was beginning to make her feel very uneasy. To think she'd been complaining last month because her life was boring and there were no good stories to write about. Now she was having to deal with some green freak. She barely moved however when Dorian blocks her exit.
"Of course. You only want what's coming to you, don't you?" He mutters sarcastically and what was implied by his question was clear to anyone… plus that new growling voice of his was seriously unnerving.
Peggy whips out a small handgun out from beneath her coat. "Back off Freakazoid. I wasn't born yesterday." Peggy yelled at him stepping away from Dorian while pointing the gun at him eager to put some distance between them.
Dorian almost smirked at her response. She had little fire this one. "Ah... But you might die today!" Dorian throws his hand up and grips her hand tightly causing her to drop her hand in pain. In a flash he snatches Peggy off her feet. Dorian continues taunting Peggy. "A girl like you deserves to have her face plastered all over page one." He then looks at her nervous face for a second sliding his demonic red eyes down her body. "Or maybe I should take this mask out for a test drive." He hands Peggy to another one of his men who grabs her and holds her in place.
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Peggy found herself pushed into a bedroom and looked around nervously at it. Dorian or the mask or whatever he was now said some things to one of his men she couldn't hear everything that was said but she definitely heard the term 'do not disturb us'. Then he closed the door to the bedroom and thus the world on them. Now she was trapped alone with Tyrell. Peggy felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and he moved in closer.
"Look if this is about the money," she said weakly. "You can keep it. Like all of it! Its yours I won't even take a dime." She said edging away from the green demonic figure in front of her.
"Oh, we are way past the money honey," his smile spoke of a darker nature and Peggy back away from him hitting a wall. She was now trapped with no escape. She really had chosen the wrong side this time. He looked at the frighten woman, her red hair like fire, cute features and in fairness pretty busty up top. Her body may lack the glamour or knockout look of Tina's but still was pretty good and more than enough for his needs.
"Look…" Tina croaked in fear at the way he was moving towards her and especially at the way he was looking at her. It like she was piece of meat with his eyes leering at her, undressing her with her eyes. He wasn't even being subtle about it too with his red eyes moving all over her. "Look!" She began again. "I won't tell anyone! Nothing not a thing! About Stanley or the mask! It will just be our little secret!"
"Our little secret… I like that," said Dorian as he stepped closer, now able to see the faintest hint of cleavage through her blouse. "I bet it's been a while for you." He said out loud changing the subject. "And I know it can't be easy, what with you stressed about money and your job." Truth be told it had been a while, though she loathed to admit it. Dating the other half did not pay the bills sadly. So, she was forced to rush around town in search of leads and a story to meet deadlines. "I can give you an exclusive interview Mrs Brant," His voice became dark and sultry as he peered down at her.
Whatever remark Peggy intended to use to reply to him Dorian abruptly silenced by taking her mouth with his own. She gasped as his long, cool tongue gave her the deepest French kiss she had ever experienced. She couldn't help but kiss back as they clashed furiously battling each other with lips, teeth, and tongues. Only the need to breathe forced her to break away from Dorian's shockingly passionate kisses. Responding to him that way was wrong, so wrong. Making out with a guy would be one thing, but this monster was another.
She had just macked on a monster who was still touching her in ways that left her conflicted by need and horror. "I plan to make you mine tonight, Mrs Peggy Brandt, completely." Dorian taunted invading her personal space as he taunted her. His hands sliding door her body exploring her curves.
"That's never gonna happen." Peggy said still gripping to the idea that he was something to be feared. He was rude, arrogant and obnoxious. He was so completely unapologetic for every single thing that came out of his fowl mouth she wanted to shut him up by running him over with her car.
"Oh, please we both know it's going to happen," Dorian sneered at her. "And when you finally give yourself to me it will be incredible, and only afterward will I give you what you seek. I'll sate myself in you until you reach the edge of oblivion, my cock buried deep inside. Whether you beg for death or life you'll enjoy the ride." He moved closer if that were even possible to the point where their faces with inches apart and he could feel his breath on her. Her heart began beating wildly, despite her efforts to calm it down not helped by his copping a feel and making sexy–sort of–threats.
Peggy's nerves were frazzled. Her head was spinning, and not just from those hot kisses. Was that a threat or a promise, or just a whacked-out seduction game? "No thanks. I'll pass." Her voice actually quivered, and she immediately hated that. Her eyes focused on his lips and would not let them go.
Peggy gasped as he closed the distance between them and kissed her again, his large frame enveloping her. Traitorously, her body responded automatically by perking up at the attention. She was breathing rapidly as she returned Dorian's kisses and the flush from her face wasn't from embarrassment now, but from excitement. His provoking kisses made her knees go weak. He sucked on her lips until they were ruby red from the contact, licked them in a way she felt all the way down to her belly where a persistent bulge pressed against her softness.
He took her blouse in his hands and ripped it off as if it was tissue paper. Peggy's pale skin contrasted with Tina's tan still she had a pretty decent pair on her. Peggy could only react in open mouth horror as Dorian leaned down running his rough snake like tongue over her now exposed skin. Unable to stop herself she moaned out loud as his tongue tasted the skin on her shoulders, chest and neck. She couldn't help but raise an arm and grab the back of his head keeping him close as he sucked and kissed her flesh. Never in her life had Peggy felt anything even approaching this. Her skin was on fire; she could feel her arousal building at an exponential rate and he hadn't even come anywhere near her breasts or clitoris. Her whole body became flushed as she struggled to control her body. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was making half moaning, half hissing sounds and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it. Dorian smiled at the sight, knowing full well that he controlled her body as if it was a puppet on a string.
Another rip and her bra was ripped from the front. Dorian dropped his head and began sucking on her nipples, going from one to other and back again. He pulled and tugged and bit, chewing on her mercilessly. All she could do was whine in his ear as he took what he pleased. He quickly tore off the rest of her clothing cursing at even the fraction of a second's loss of contact. She was effortlessly tossed on the bed and she glanced up to his direction as she saw him undress before her eyes. He was huge in hulking muscle, a far cry from the skinny deadbeats or overweight creeps she had been with previously. His body ripped with hard muscle, not a once of fat on him and… good god the size of him! He put anyone she had ever seen to shame… fear gripped as she wasn't sure if she could handle him and got the impression that she wasn't about to have much say in the matter.
"Oh god please! Don't do this!" Peggy said backing away from him on the bed as he moved towards her. Still, she couldn't help but be a little turned on that such a hulking beast was going to have sex with her.
"Oh, come on you're a reporter, just think of this as some kind of Investigative journalism!" He laughed grabbing her and keeping her from getting away from him.
"But- "Peggy would have said more but the minute she opened her mouth Dorian grabbed the back of her head and shoved his large rock-hard cock inside her mouth. Peggy's eyes widen in shock, unable to move due to Dorian's grip on her she could only breathe in his manly scent and try not to gag as his cock hit the back of her head. Dorian growled thrusting into her mouth and Peggy grabbed his hips as he face fucked her. She tasted some of his precum and it actually tasted… nice, sweet and almost like a fine wine.
"I hope you type better than you do this," he muttered as he stopped thrusting allowing her to become accustomed to him. She glared up at him and a sense of competition swelled inside her. She started to suck hard on his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she tasted more of him. Dorian groaned as he felt her slurping wildly and shamelessly as she began to bob her head up and down on his length. Swallowing on him, she managed to take him all the way down her throat, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Flicking her tongue across the underside of his cock a few times, she deep throated him again. This went on for a few minutes before she felt him start to tense up, signalling his impending orgasm. The first few spurts took her by surprise, almost choking her, but she soon caught up and tried to drank down the rest. There was so much of it however that it spilled out of her mouth as he came hard, it was like she was downing an entire milkshake in one go. His cum spilled down her neck onto her chest as he pumped so much cum inside her, she almost choaked. Once he finished, she drew him back out, keeping her lips clamped tightly until his head finally popped out of her mouth gasping and coughing.
Dorian let out a groan with his eyes closed and a chuckle. "Nice work Mrs Brandt, I knew that pretty mouth of yours was good for something." He easily caught her with one hand as he felt her move and try to make an escape. "Oh, I think we still have some time left on our interview." She looked in slight horror as his limp cock seemed to come back to life and harden again. She had been with guys who were very much one and done yet Dorian thanks to wearing the mask she suspected looked like he could go on all night. She shrieked as he pushed her back on the bed and pushed open her legs. Smiling down at her he took a second to admire her body before leaning over her. She swallowed hard as he moved over her, his hard large cock brushing against her pussy. She couldn't but let out a small moan at how big it felt, she knew she was wet for him and worse still she knew he was aware of that.
She moaned again when she felt him rub his cock against her before pushing into her pussy. Letting out a gasp and cry Peggy couldn't help but bite her lips Dorian's size meant she was being stretched a great deal. Despite her wetness he was pulling her walls to their limit. There was a hot burning sensation of the muscles stretching to accommodate him. She knew that she would be incredibly sore in the morning. Dorian's kiss stole her breath as he sunk his weight into her, pushing that last inch inside. He was stretching her cervix up into her womb and the ache was delicious, a heavy throbbing in her pelvis. When he started to thrust into her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
He started out slow almost giving her time to get used to his size. Peggy couldn't help but moan at how good it felt running her hands over his muscular back as he drove into her. She hadn't been fucked like this ever and couldn't help but enjoy it. She lifted her legs higher and thrust her hips experimentally and felt him slide a little deeper. They both groaned as Dorian fucked her harder burying himself to the balls each time in the heat of her wet sex. She leaned up and kissed hard gripping his back for dear life wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing him to her. They were both moaning continuously now. She didn't recognize some of the sounds coming out of her throat and didn't care.
Dorian grunted continuing to slam into her hard and fast, taking long, deep strokes, slicking his cock with her juices. His rough tongue slid down her neck as she arched into him. She could feel his penis brushing over her clitoris every time he entered her. She was lost in pleasure as he was slamming into her, totally out of control, moaning with each impact. She had long let go of such notions as right or wrong. Here, it was just feeling and sensation, lust unleashed in its most pure essence. Tyrell was fucking her rough and hard, pistoling in and out of her and she couldn't get enough. Her climax ripped through her more powerfully than any she had experienced as she arched up into his embrace. Her inner walls clamped down on Dorian and milked him with their powerful rhythmic contractions. She screamed her release. The sight, the sound, the sensation, it was too much for Dorian. He gave a final thrust, and he flooded her channel with his seed. Completely exhausted Peggy collapsed back on the bed under him. Their bodies slick with sweat and the juices of their lovemaking.
He rolled off her trying to get his breath back as she lay there dazed at what had just happened. As her eyes regained a bit of focus, she glanced around and stared in disbelief at the sight of his cock covered in her juices hardening once more. "Again?!" Peggy uttered in shock staring at his cock hardening as before.
"Guess I still have at lot of stories to tell." He grinned wolfishly at her before flinging her onto her stomach. She felt his hand slide over her back and down to her ass, slipping in between her thighs. She bucked involuntarily against his hand as he moved her to come up onto hands and knees. She felt him move between her legs and spread her knees wider apart. His hips ground against hers as his large rock-hard cock replaced his hand, slipping inside her moist, warm centre. One of his hands grasped her red hair pulling back hard as if it was reigns. Peggy scrunched up her face in pain and pleasure as he began to fuck her again as she clutched the bed with her hands. His other hand reached around her ribs to caress her breasts. As his fingers massaged her nipple and he began to thrust harder. Peggy closed her eyes with a groan and gripped the bed tightly as she hang onto it while enduring yet another session with Dorian. He pulled her hair even harder and she couldn't help but thrust her breasts out into the air as she cried out… this was going to be a very long night was the last thing she thought before her mind was robbed of its ability to think.
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The next morning Dorian awoke in his bed now normal due to the daylight. He held the mask in his hand smirking at the power he felt when wearing it. On the nightstand next to him his phone went off and he answered it. "Who is it?" Dorian asked. "Eddy… So, you saying Tina wasn't at the club at all last night?... and you're getting nothing but her answering service… well that's interesting… okay send some of the boys to her apartment tell them to break in if they have to… and send someone to key an eye on the police station where they are holding Ipkiss… I dunno just got a feeling… the reporter?" Dorian turned to where Peggy lay next to him naked, exhausted and asleep. A nuclear bomb could explode, and she wouldn't even move she was that tired. "She's finished her first draft later tonight I might give her some notes and corrections to improve her article." He grinned to himself at the idea of another night with this reporter.