Hedonasia Ep- 1

EPISODE 1 – The Cell

The last thing Ennio remembered was falling asleep on the plane heading to Tokyo. It was supposed to be the trip of his lifetime. After all, he’d taken a gap year after high school for this (not that he knew what he was going to do after that year). Waking up now in a small dimly lit cell felt at first like a dream to him. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep and wake up back on the plane. Even when he rested his head on the cold metal did he not realize something was off. It wasn’t until a screeching alarm blared did he wake up startled, and got his bearings. Suddenly, one wall of the cell showed an outline of a door that started to shine brightly. Ennio covered his eyes for second, and then saw a silhouette standing in the door. As the light faded though, he saw the silhouette more clearly, and the figure shocked him. It was a man, or at least he thought it was, it had to be, but how could it? He was 6 and a half feet tall, his muscle toned skin was a dull purple, like dried paint, and he had absolutely no hair on them. Ennio could tell because the figure was also buck naked, his inhumanly large penis dangling down to his knees, gently swaying. If only that had been the most shocking thing. The most shocking thing was that he had four arms, with three giant fingers on each that could in their own right be giant dicks. Two of his arms were normal, protruding from his shoulder, but the other two of the same size protruded from his axilla. Ennio stared in shock and awe with his mouth hanging open at this strange figure. He couldn’t begin to fathom what to make of this situation.

“I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I have to be…” he mumbled under trembling breath.

The figure grunted, then said something in a garbled voice that made no sense to Ennio. What further didn’t make sense was the figure moved and simply stepped out of the way, so that there was nothing between Ennio and the corridor outside the cell. Whatever had happened, Ennio was clearly in no state of mind to think about it, because he was panicking internally, and so he just ran with all the hurry and clumsiness aiming straight for the corridor. He made it out with a smile on his face just before he was dragged back in furiously by the leg. He had slammed his face on the floor and was bleeding from his nose, and he felt the light on the wall again as the door closed and there was nothing but smooth wall again there, and he was trapped inside, with a sour faces ogre looking creature.

Still on the floor he turned on his back, holding his bleeding nose in one hand, and saw the ogre squatting over him. At such close range he could see that the ogre’s face was covered in little bumps, pointy and diamond shaped, and there were little rotting teeth protruding from the edges of his big lips. The ogre sniffed him all over, and then put the bottom two of his hands on his chest. Ennio tried to resist with his one hand, but it was quickly held by one of the ogre’s upper arms. Ennio tried to spit on him, but the bloody spittle just flew up and fell back on his face, because you know, gravity.

This seemed to make the ogre really angry though, and he yelled at Ennio in that garbled voice before pulling him up and pinning him face first into the wall. Both his hands were locked above his head in the ogre’s arms, and he felt the other two pull at his clothes, tearing them away piece by piece. Ennio squirmed and screamed but to no avail and it only seemed to make the ogre more furious and he started gnawing at the last remaining pieces of his clothes with his teeth. The scratch of the bite made him screech in pain so the ogre pressed one hand against his mouth. It was hard and tough as wood and Ennio tried to bite it but with no effect. He was about to cry now as that seemed like the only option he had left. He was completely naked, bleeding in little ways, pinned to the wall and muffled, and he was propped on his toes. And as the ogre pressed his rough, hairless body against Ennio’s back, he realized this was only the start.

The ogre’s smooth purple penis grazed against Ennio’s leg, and it almost seemed as thick as his thigh.