An Antiseptic For Retardation Pt. 2 - GWA Script

Script:
An Antiseptic For Retardation Pt. 2
[F4M] [Countdown] [Degradation] [Futa] [F-dom] [M Anal] [Misandry] [Namecalling] [Personality Switch] [Rape] [Threats] [Tsundere] ["Vegetable"] [Watersports]

- You're late.

- No, really, it's nice of you to show up when it integrates seamlessly into your oh-poor-me, busy in brackets fucking around schedule.

- Honestly, how fucking rude do you have to be to treat my time as being at your fucking disposal? Do you realise how many favours I had to pull against my own personal schedule just so I could get the time and resources to make this evening happen? I could've managed my fashion portfolio, check my off-work paysite revenues, hell, even gotten laid with a dyke... and here I am instead wasting my time under the vain hope you'd take any and all of my summons seriously.

- <incredulous, instigating> I'm sorry, did that sound like a fucking date to you?! An amorous proposition culminating in sparkling wine, chill idiot-boxing, lovemaking and wet confessions?!

- No, and damn right you check yourself before you wreck yourself. Not that it matters... since, well, you just had to be enough of a lazy fuck to turn up at the time you did.

- Yeah, better late than never and all that, what-fucking-ever... let's talk about the proceedings of this arrangement.

- Well what the hell are you standing there hovering over me for? Sit down.

- Jesus Christ... what a *retard*! They probably should've just relegated your Christening from the time of your baptism to some other bloke and called you Accident then and there... no surname, no nothing. Just Accident. A broken condom.

- No? How about Dork? Or Peabrain? Or even... oooh, Space Dunce?!

- Fine, I'll just call you Tool. Is *that* a sufficiently dignifying nickname for you?

- Haha, yeah, you're totally right. But you're still as far from anyone worth knowing as the time you picked me up in the men's washroom and tried to rape me.

- I mean, seriously you fucking pleb...! Was *that* your idea of taking a girl on a date?!

- (Pause, listener asserts you as aggressor)

- And how do you prove that? It's not true unless proven, y'know. Shall I take a street survey to determine who believes which story more: yours or mine? We already know what the loser gets for their trouble.

- No? Did it dawn upon your thick fucking skull that that was a stupid idea? Yeah, now we get it, don't we? Drawing the barrel through our own temple like the smartass we thought we were, eh? You're just like the next man before you: leaping at every opportunity to inflate your self-worth before looking around.

- (Pause, listener concedes)

- I don't have faith in that, buddy, truth be told; you're gonna make the same decisions worded differently each time. You're so stupid I could stream myself playing you the chump on rewind and actually get paid for it.

- Aww'n, wow, touchy spot I rubbed there, making that stupid face as you are? Why are *you* getting angry, anyway?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold the fucking phone, creep! Knock your hissy fit off! <heavily angered, entering combat> You sit fucking back down! Oi, wankstain, time out! Don't you- NO!!!

- (Sounds of struggling and knocking listener to the ground)

- Dude... what the fuck? It's just like last time in the bathroom! Look! I'm half your size. Socked your guts in again. Come on, I dare you to try that shit with me again! <mock soft encouragement> You still got the high ground, shrink, c'mon! I took my swing, now take yours. See if you can take out my teeth.

- No, not gonna try...?

- Ey, not so fucking hard now, are we?! I think I'm due an apology, brat. Down on your knees and pad on that nick you just made on my left tit; it's the closest you're going to get to a girl willingly letting you grope her.

- <whispering, threatening> ...any funny moves and your stomach gets it again.

- (Begin receiving short aftercare)

- <mock sniffling, crocodile tears> Fucking dirtbag, didn't your mommy or daddy tell you not to hit girls? Fucking bully, that's right, you grovel for my forgiveness, show me just how sorry you are, and how even more sorry you're going to be for everything else you've done after I've dealt with you.

- No shit you need work on your anger management.

- Okay, you can stop molesting my bruise, freak.

- Was that an undertone of a pout I heard, perv? I bet it was. I bet you were just about to get this bright idea to delve your hands straight for my nipples. That's an *earned* privilege, needle-dick.

- Actually that gives me an idea. I wanna remind ourselves what we're packing and where just *exactly* it is you and I stand in our little hierarchy. Like why *did* I call you a peeny nubby and all the rest of it.

- I mean *you* seem vividly aware of what I'm on about. Well c'mon, show me yours and I'll show you mine. Ladies first after all... to see the other's junk, that is.

- (Pause)

- <giggling> You'll excuse me if I laugh a second or five, and take a bet I need only a thumb and my index finger to wrap.

- <chuckling to self, chastising> Fuck off, what is this...? An *earring* would fall right off that.

- <chortling> How do you even show your face out there living with that thing, dude? I haven't seen a grown man with a dick this small since I glanced at that bloke's in a mixed bath- eeuuggh, that was not a memory for the books... You are *un-fucking-believable* in every sense of the word!

- But do you know what I find even more trouble believing? The fact mine's bigger than yours! By far too! Hell, I bet you're still in disbelief over the fact I had a cock at all, even after all this time I cuffed you. Do you wanna see it again? Huh? Only faggots ask to see a cock, by the way. C'mon, faggot, do you wanna see my lovely, pink plump pussystick again?

- You fucking add "please" to that, you rude pig!

- Oh? Oh no no, don't hold it back. Say it again, this time either in humility or in tears. *Wait*... until I get my phone out. I want you broadcasted in all your cringeworthy pathos to see my cock and find common ground with it, and doing it as if you are the stuff of pity. Which you are, let's face it.

- Okay, once more, and this one's for the public. Tell me you wanna see cock, you wanna see my cock- don't use my name; I don't need your clumsy, indiscreet ass outing me today.

- Seriously, advice? What, you want me to hold your hand *every* step of the way? Fucking hell, this is what I get for being in charge: I have to mop up after the shit of the dumbest of the bunch.

- Add "please, miss..." Use "miss". I want to hear "please, miss..." alongside your plea to see her girl-cock.

- (Pause for listener compliance)

- Okay, you depraved little sodomite. <deadpan, insincere> Your wish is my dubiously accepted command.

- (Pause)

- Mmm, get a whiff of *that* bad boy... sniff me up! Loving the smell, aren't we? I bet you are. No one blames you; this kind of stuff goes straight to your head.

- Why don't you get closer? Show me all your appreciation for how good I smell, and get an eyeful of the thing it turns out you love so much.

- (Pause to urinate on listener's face)

- All those clear-cut hints you could've taken and still you fall for being pissed on?

- I couldn't help myself. Your gullibility just makes me less pathetic than you. Why don't we call it a free gift instead?

- You're still staring at my cock. Dude... are you... like, demented?

- So docile, and vacant... just like the retard I keep telling you you are. It's like you were diagnosed with ASD. Heh, I bet you dunno what that means.

- You overhear your mom talking about it with strangers? Does any of what she's saying make any sort of sense to you? Or does it just get into one ear and flow right out the other?

- Okay, Johnny, I got a test for you. Tell your what your name is.

- Fucking stutter. Anyone who can't blurt out the first syllable of their name correctly in under half a second should have it changed to Retard. How would you just reflexively think your name was now Johnny off the bat?!

- (Pause, mix with giggling and mock sympathy as listener cries)

- <giggling, cringing> My god... hehe, yuck...! You're so pathetic!

- <mock affection> Don't be sad... not everyone's cut out for this brains-makes-brawn day and age. You just have a specific place in the world and not quite found it yet. N'aww, come on, I'm not going to be all sticks and stones with you all the time...

- ...oh who am I fucking kidding? It's like clockwork! God... holding you in so much contempt... so little value for your person, your dignity... just gets me so very fucking hard. Do you see how big this lewd glue gun's gotten?

- <raspy, sensually teasing> Yeah... the biggest girl-cock you've ever laid eyes on, or any real-life cock for that matter. <muttering to self, audibly spiteful> Fucking guys, teach you all who wears the pants in this era. <revert to sensual raspy teasing> So musky and fragrant, and that sheen just completely spellbinds you. It invites you to suck it.

- (Pause to urinate on listener's face again)

- Back the fuck up, you cunt!

- Way to look a gift horse in the mouth, eh? Tsk tsk tsk, because my cock inherently invited you doesn't mean *I* gave you my succinct consent! You want your mouth on it so bad, you ask for permission first!

- <bratty> Fuck's sake, your ugly ugly crying... stop it...

- So what?! My calls of nature matter far more to me than your... your everything checked in my don't-give-a-fuck list.

- <acid, tough love> Hey, chin up, you sad apple. Come on, stop moping... just stop fucking crying, okay? You're being unpleasant. Like a fucking overgrown baby.

- Y'know, come to think of it, that's kind of what you are. You are a poor sap that's had his brain neglected beyond knowing how to just cover the bare minimums of his job.

- <giddy> Hey, hey... guess what guess what guess what?! You're gonna be so happy again! It's *my* turn to get fucked this time!

- <mock sincere> Mmm hmm, you get to get back at me "raping" you in the toilets that time.

- (Pause, listener questions sincerity)

- <incredulous, hilariously blurting> Hah, shit no! Not with that morselly little shrimp you call a cock, and doubly not after it's rubbed on that toilet seat you came all over last time! I don't wanna catch anything strange off you.

- Idiot, don't kid yourself. My pussy's just wet from all the attention my cock got, and in anticipation of all the morbid nasty things I'm gonna do to you and your purt little tush. Take your pants off.

- Got potatoes in your ears?! I said off! Do you want me to *incise* the texts all over your butt with something sharper than whiteboard markers?! 'Cause I can definitely do that!

- No? You don't want that? Then off!

- Fucking boxers... yeah, get 'em off, sweety-pie, don't you be shortchanging me. I wanna see bare ass.

- Woooww... so ruined, so red even now after so long I've given you time to heal since I mauled those cheeks. <giggling> Ooh, and those things I've written as well...! "Cesspool", "piss-bank", "petri dish", "HIV positive", the lot! Ah hah hah, oh I can't forget *that*: "Quarantine Zone"!!!

- That's where this next part of your sterility procedure is gonna come in. <to self> First... condom.

- <to self> Then snip off that indent...

- Shut up. Oi, I didn't say move! You fucking retard, don't you ever listen to a word I say?! When I tell you you can take it easy or relax I'll pull my permission out of you through your balls.

- I didn't ask you to whinny your tears at me, pencil-dick. I *am* however going to tell you to assume the position. That's right, doggy... like the mutt you are.

- Alright, stay still, mutt... I wanna get my cock-head in. Get that suction action just by the corona... aaannnd...

- <quiet but snapping, sharp> I hear any more fucking crying like that off you and I'll have bigger hell lined up for you than a mere cock-head inside of you.

- (Pause to urinate inside listener)

- Yeeeaahhh... *that's* the fucking way...!

- And why do you think I just had the cock-head inside, hmm? You'd think I'd push much further in if I really wanted to fuck you.

- I'm warning you... help me God you toot any of it out like a squirting pussy and I'll wreck your sphincter something unholy you'll shit out black pudding!

- <sigh> You really *are* a retard. It sounds funny, doesn't it... the way I'm describing tearing you a new asshole? We'll see who's laughing by the end of what happens after I wipe up the spit and piss around your entryway, and my cock.

- <snickering> Hee hee, what did I say again? "We'll see who's laughing?" Tee hee hah hah hah!

- (Improv insertion noises)

- <bratty, beating on listener> Shut up shut up tut shup, fucking pussy-sissy crying because his asshole's being pushed in dry!

- (Continue beating on listener, optional mix with dialogue exclaiming discomfort or irritation at listener's screaming, praying for ear health, or threats, ideally hinting at things like castration or internal organ "repositioning")

- Alright, I can see the stick treatment isn't going to budge. What? I know when to give a carrot too from time to time!

- <sweetly> Okay, if you can wait quietly here like a good dog, I'll fetch you your pacifier. Hmm? Oh I think you'll like it, it's... well, let's say it's a centre-stage memento to commemorate our time together as frenemies in the making.

- (Pause to bring listener bite object)

- Remember this darling little collectible? Full of fingerprints and shit smears. I had to wear gloves and clean out my pockets twice as I was swiping this on our way out. And poof, no more bog-wipe where you work.

- Right, assume the position again. And chew. Hard. I'm going straight back in.

- No? Don't wanna eat it? Do you still love your balls?

- <evil giggling> So come on, tell me what it is. Germs, or castration?

- Okay then, here's your signature chew toy. Try not to vomit.

- (Improv continue sex for a while)

- I so wanted to like you, you know. Like I told you before, you're a really nice guy deep down. And bar a few quirks, you had the makings of a viably competing metrosexual. And in the time I... did business with you, I grew, albeit begrudgingly, an appreciation for your person.

- (Pause for counterargument to misandry as sex continues)

- I hate men in general for the way they act. Your behaviour's atypical, so I found in this specific cultural sphere I could condition you. Make you more attractive to girls like me.

- Ah, but those are the lies I keep telling myself so I can tolerate associating with faggot you.

- Well I figured if I distracted you with a conversation entirely unrelated to your piss-drowned painal you'd ease up a little, stop showing me more of your pathetic tics and just take it more like the man you're supposed to be.

- <muttering> Retard... fucking brain-dead vegetable...

- (Sex intensifies - improv moaning, grunting and other noises like spanking, scratching, etc.)

- Stop playing dead, you twat! Fucking come out of yourself and push back onto me! That's right, you little piece of shit, fucking recognise when you get to be selfish and when you'll put up when I want it. God, boys... fucking making us girls work for everything, even an orgasm.

- Move! *Scream*! Do *something*!

- Yes, like that, screa- Hey, I said move as well! <threateningly> Listen, you don't make me cum within the next five minutes and I'll cut your fucking nuts off!

- Ah heh, *now* we're interested? Wouldn't it be just a great shame as I'm in the perfect position to touch your nasty junk if I decided it was too little, too late?

- Well what *do* you want me to do? Speak, you fucking potato!

- <rising anger> Oh my fucking god, one-track again, asking why I call you potato... <zenith of anger> I asked you what you want me to fucking *do*, you absolute fucking luddite!!!

- What?! No, that's your job, you lazy shit. I'm not going to go through the headache of helping myself to cum.

- Oh, you want jerked off, do you? Want me to touch your nasty, limp fucking runner bean?

- Nuh-uh. I don't see a "cock" anywhere other than the one inside you. Where did you say you want rubbed off again? On your runner bean, did you say?

- <chuckling> Okay then, you dumb eggplant... I'll rub my fingertips on it for its juices. But you better start putting hundred-and-ten percent for me now that I'm doing this for you.

- (Pause, receiving listener thanks)

- <light astonishment, repressing as not to show listener> Wow... that's the first nice thing I've gotten from you in five minutes.

- You know, I wouldn't typically pair the words "boy" and "vegetable" being that vegetables are at least good for you, but since your brain in particular works the part, I'll play ball.

- (Improv giggling as you initiate testicle torture)

- Oh no? It hurts when I pinch your balls? It's fucking meant to; it stops you from splooging at your own accord while mine are smacking against your butt rubbing it in my scent.

- (Continue sex, improv further moaning and sensual noises)

- Don't you stop crying. You better keep screaming. My cock feels awesome from your butthole, but it's the vocal forfeiture of your masculinity that forces my womanhood to collapse out of my moist, pink little snatch that whizzes all over you when I need to go.

- <chuckling> Now, now, what's with all the ugly namecalling? I get off from your depowerment, but honestly, I don't know how that makes me a sociopath deep down. And monster, really? That's a bit too broad spectrum to determine what it is about me you're trying to denigrate.

- (Pause, listener goes with motions)

- <mock childish> M'aawww, wook at choo, so gwumpy, so huffy-puffy, don't love this. Gwumpy makes me sad. Sad makes cock small. Small cock remind me I made threat to rip off your nutsack if you not make me cum fast enough.

- Retard right to the end, always needing a shock to get his head outta his ass to keep my *cock* head in. I give you a minute, and then it's bye bye future children.

- Oh go on, I'll get this over with along with you.

- Fifty seconds... not even close.

- I feel like cutting your balls off right now with the effort you're putting. But I gave my word.

- Forty seconds... getting there...

- Just think, make me cum, and you can go home happy.

- Thirty seconds, brother. Make every squeal and moan count.

- If you need permission to cum to make it happen... you've got it!

- <incoherent giggling> T-tw-twentyyy-heheh...

- <excited gasp> That high pitch of yours is killing it! Yes, yes, keep it up! You're so close now! So close... to losing your balls!!!

- Ten!

- Nine. Come on, cum!

- <strained moaning> E-ei-eight!

- Fuck... seven!

- I'm... nooo, six!

- Fi- I'm... Five... gonna...!

- Shit, four!

- Thr- DAMNIT!!!

- (Improv heavy orgasm)

- I'm cumming! Mmm, take it!

- (Improv unwinding noises until orgasm completely recedes, followed by urination inside listener anus)

- <depraved> ...augh, shit... Fuck that is *gooood*...!!!

- <winding down> Hey you. Oi... You can stop feeling your butt for piss now.

- I want you to know you saved your balls by a strand of pubic hair. You were *this* close to getting me so bored of you I'd have brought myself to confiscate your family jewels.

- Haaah... but I mean, the countdown... How's that for a scare? Really fought for that flood of cum in your ass. I almost admire you for that urge to survive down there.

- (Pause, listener inquires genuity of threat)

- You made me cum in time; why do you need to find out if I meant it? I wouldn't want you growing fucking complacent like men always do around women.

- (Pause for more self-aftercare)

- Mmm, thanks, "lover-butt"... Yeah, I think this is the thing you're good for... what you're meant to be doing for me... what you will if for some reason you decided you could bank a few favours off me. My brainless combination anal toilet slut.

- "Do I love you?" What got you asking that?

- I don't play with you because I "secretly love" you. I play with you because I take you for the idiot that you are.

- <giggling sadistically, tutting> And just when you thought you had gotten so smart as well...! Sucks to be had, huh?

- I mean, I should've seen it coming since you're still a man at your core. You cannot help but keep lunging that toe of yours towards that unreachable lake of dreams.

- But I can tell *you* loved it. And you're really gunning for it. You'll ride out being pissed on and used for even a little bit of my affection, because you're such a gullible little mush inside your thinking cap. Makes you such a useful little accident to me.

- Tell you what, accident. You were the most fun I've had all week, and if there's one thing dummies know what to have and how to have what to have, it's fun. So I'll stick, have more fun, how about the dunce teach *me* a thing or two how he survived? Not a bad deal, no? Someone starts finally noticing you, you actually get laid regularly in some way, who knows, maybe you'll even... <sputters> "marry" me!

- Runner bean fucking twitched, I knew it. So is that a yes, then, my spaced-out tomato head?

- (Pause for listener agreement)

- <chipper, maliciously happy> Great, let me just get you fired from your job first!

- (Free improv line to follow off above dialogue, entirely optional - use your imagination, sucker :p -)

Script End.