2005, Los Angeles, California

"The Un-Mancipation" Tour. Prince stands on stage in front of thousands. Holding a purple guitar. Shirtless in tight leather pants. The word "SLAVE" written on his face again. A black leather leash around his neck. Golden shackles on his both of his wrists. New fashion statement? Probably. The reunited Revolution band behind him on stage - Wendy, Lisa, and the rest of them. Mayte Garcia, one of the female dancers on stage, stands in a very short skirt. The crowd is on fire, the band awaits Prince's singal to began playing a live 2005 revamp of "Lets Go Crazy." But Prince is furious and exhausted from hours of unwanted hedonism from the night before, so he stalls. Why? Well....

7 months ago....

Patricia Kotero (a.k.a. Apollonia - former protege star of pop legend Prince) became the new CEO of WB Records. She looked back over Prince's old contract with the label and discovered a few obligations that were overlooked. She learned that Prince didnt completely fullfill his contract to get off of Warner Bros. By the looks of it, not only does he owe them another 3 albums, but WB also owns his name for another 10 years. Knowing Prince, he'll probably find a way around it again: pull off another 3 disc set of his weakest material and resume his career under the symbol identity again. W.W.S.K.D. - What Would Suge Knight Do? Given their past fallout and the downward spiral of her music career, she's decides to use this to her advantage. She's gonna make him do it - the easy way or the hard way. So she give her old mentor and ex-boyfriend a call....

The Extortion plot.

Prince and his wife sit in the office of his former protege-turned-boss. He's visibly upset. Mani's nervous for her husband. Apples sits comfortablely. On the desk is his old contract and all it needs is a new signature to reinstate it. But just as she thought - he's trying get around the deal by dusting off his old strategy. Three more albums of lame material. The artist formerly known as who? Ah, hell no. Apples hits the buzzer and in comes a group of racially-diverse, bandanna-wearing, pistol-toting women. Their faces concealed. Uh-oh. Frieghtened, Mani embraces her husband. Apples grins. Prince immediately gets the idea and signs his name to the contract.
And since he's in such a compromising mood, Apples pulls out some more contracts that also suggests he put NPG Records under WB, turn over his publising ownership and his DATS, and everying he owns (like all of his houses and cars) are now under Patricia's name. Now, not only is she his label boss, she's also his manager, road manager, finacial advisor, agent, executice producer, accountant, etc. No need to threaten him with violence now. If he wants out, he'll lose it all and be out on his ass. Poor. Broke. Homeless. Whatever she wants from him, she can have. Even if its his body or his wife's body. Its all her's for the taking. When she tells him to "jump", he better ask "how high." Thats the business. The company's the pimp. The artist is the hoe. The stage is the corner. The audience is the trip.

The vision.

Apples already has the perfect direction for him his career. She contacts all of Prince's former band members, proteges and associates including the Revolution (including Wendy & Lisa), and even some who still at odds with their former mentor, and rehires them all. Its a celebration. But maybe not to Prince though. Immediately they get to work on new material to rush out new single disc album. Material that sounds superior to his old 80s material. She knew it was still in him. The right people just needed to bring it out of him. "The Un-Mancipation" begins....
[Edited 3/18/05 15:24pm]
[Edited 4/22/05 14:52pm]

*yawn* not worth reading.
[Edited 3/16/05 15:33pm]

Write a story about Prince butt booty naked covered in cooking oil and rolled in flour, throw in some lube, L.Londell McMillian, Larry Grahm and a sex swing and you'll have my attention.
[Edited 3/16/05 15:39pm]

klhk said:

why don't you write one?

as for the story above: that shit's bananas.

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

Don't temp me cause I will. It'll be triple X rated tho.

daaaamn, apples seems awfully bitter and vengeful.

Apples also adds one thing:

YOU MUST HAVE DR.PHIL IN ALL OF YOUR NEW VIDEOS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

RazzBeret said:

klhk said:

Why you keep frontin? You know you read the story. No, you're *yawning* in desire, baby. Now, go run out and get some more batteries for your lil "friend." Buy a weeks supply.

I liked it. in some weird way i was turned on.

The plot gets thicker. Ima post up the some more of it either tonight or tomorrow.

You're a comic book fan, aren't you?

OnionJuice said:

no, I did not read. kiss my ass and suck my vibrator.

[Edited 3/17/05 12:23pm]

I was misled by the title. It read the Un-Manicaption" ... so I thought, MANI- CAPTION. But then the tour was named "Un-Mancipated". But then again down the story, it read once again, un-MANIcaption. But I didn't read any MANI captions... hmmmm..... it left me waiting for them.

Shhh747 said:

Typos. I meant the Un-Mancipation. the opposite of emancipation (or however you spell it).

FunkMistress said:

Yeah.

i like it..more more more!

klhk said:

You know I aint got no problem with kissing a girl's ass. Gimmie your address, I'll come and do it. I will Kobe-Bryant your ass R. Kelly-style. But consenually, of course. And yeah I'll suck your vibrator like popsicle too only as long its been YOUR pussy. You know I like that freaky shit.

And you think you're a freak? You don't know who you messing with, girl.

OnionJuice said:

You're disgusting but I don't turn down invitations to get my vibrator licked and p***y serviced. Bring it on biiitch! Your Dallas p**is can meet my Dallas p***y half way! And bring pen and paper so you can take notes!

this thread is fucking awesome.

klhk said:

now THAT should be the story right there!

It begins...

Prince's newest album, "The Un-Mancipation", has been #1 on Billboard charts for 4 weeks straight. It sold over 2 million on the first day of its release. But its also been the focus of a few disturbing controversial criminal acts as of late. Last week, a bootlegger in NY (that was selling the CD on the streets) said he was ambushed in the back alley of nightclub by a gang of females, who stripped and sexually assualted him with sex paraphernalia such as strap-on dildos. He was found on the ground, naked and tremebling in fetal position, in a state of shock. Another bootlegger in Miami saids he was lured into a van full of females, inviting him to what he thought was a orgy, but was sexually-assualted and found the next morning at a intersection, blindfolded, handcuffed and hanging naked from the top of a traffic light pole. Other incident, a guy in Nebraska claims that female assailants invaded his home and 'raped' him. He was reportedly in the act of illegally downloading Prince's new album on the internet prior to the incident. Its speculated that the RIAA are somehow involved. Apples grins. The girls must be proud of their work. All bootleggers, street merchants, song-swappers and file-sharers better beware. Word is out on the streets and around the entertainment industry that Apples ain't to be fucked with, although this is merely speculated and cannot be proven. But anything that keeps so much as a penny out of her bank, will be eradiated. She has connects in all over the world.

The Morning After.

Los Angeles, California. Rise and shine. Its morning time. The sun rises over Beverly Hills. Its the third week of the 'Un-Mancipation' tour. Everybody on tour are at a luxurious hotel. In a master suite, clothes are on the floor and as well as a condom wrappers. There are empty champayne bottles and glasses on the a nightstand. The night before perhaps was a private party of three. Prince sits up in bed, naked under the sheets, wiping the coals out of his eyes, as Mani get out of bed, naked, and heads to the bathroom. But the door is locked cause its already been occupied. Suddenly the bathroom door opens. Its Mayte, naked. The ex-wife. Before the tour, the sexapades were usually with Apples, but she's in New York conducting business. The "road manager" ain't even one the road. How funny. Mayte is close accomplice to Apples. She knows about Prince's new "deal" and she's taking advantage of it. That bitch. Its like a game; Apples tagged Mayte in to take her place. "I was just going to take a shower. Wanna join me?" Mayte saids. Mani turns and looks at Prince. Prince looks back at Mani with a blank look. Mani turns back to Mayte and accepts her offer. Mani walks into the bathroom. Mayte pinches her on the ass. Mani jumps. Mayte laughs. Mayte & Prince look at each other as she closes the door. As he glares at the closed door, he hears the shower water running. Then he grabs the remote control and turns on the television. Luxury hotels usually have cable. CNN reports another sexual assualt of a bootlegger this time in Compton. Authories, as usual, have no leads but have ruled it out as being gang-related. He hears moaning coming from the bathroom. He gets out of bed and puts on his clothes. He opens the hotel room door and meets the bellwoman just as she's about to knock. She has a table with silver trays and lids. Prince lifts the lid and grabs a handful of hash browns and small can of orange Minutemaid and walks out down the hallway. Confused, the bellwoman enters the room anyway, pushin the rolling table inside. Room service. She hears the moaning coming from the bathroom. She leaves out, closing the door quietly.

Room Serviced.

Elsewhere in the hotel. A young bellman knocks on a hotel room door and enters the room with a table of trays. No one's in sight. The showers running. Their in the bathroom. There are clothes folded over a chair. An small empty chocolate ice cream carton on the nightstand. Adult-rated flicks on the dresser. Some lubricant on the floor. Hmmm. The young bellboy walks over to bed and notices a vibrator halfway under the sheets. He picks it up. Observes it. Plays with the switch. Smells it. Suddenly, the bathroom door swings open. The bellboy quickly throws the vibrator back unto the bed, stands upright and greets the lady. Jill Jones. She holds a toil over her body, covering her breasts to her vagina. She looks at the young lad. Analyzes him. From his shoes and up. She notices a slight bulge in his pants. Jill smiles seductively. The bellboy smiles nervously. Jill lets the toil drop to the floor. His eyes widen. Jill motions for him to come inside the bathroom with her. He swallows and walks inside. Jill shuts the door behind him. She pins him against the wall and kisses him. Then with her sharp nails, she rips his cheap hotel uniform off of his body. On another floor, a bellwoman enters a bedroom with a table, and finds Wendy and Lisa sleeping naked in bed, on top of each other in 69 position. The bellwoman is shocked and leaves out of the room in the hurry. On another floor, another young bellboy runs scared out of a hotel room and down the hall. Wearing nothing but his underpants and socks. And a pair of handcuffs on his left wrist. Robin Power chases after him. He must be playing hard to get. Robin likes it when they play that game. She catches up and grabs him by the stretch line of his underpants. He trips and falls to the floor. His underpants slightly coming off, revealing a buttplug string hanging out of his ass. Robin falls on top of him. He yells, but his cry for help is silenced by Robin's hand. She roughly pulls him back up and drags him back into her room. She gets him inside and shuts the door. Grunts, pattling, muffled screams and other noises come from the other side of his door.

Shower service.

Inside the bathroom, Mayte stands closely behind Mani in the shower. The hot steamy shower. The water sprinkles on their bodies. Their beautifully shaped and developed bodies. In one hand, Mayte runs a bar of soap over Mani's body, in the other she gently scrubs a shower sponge on Mani's vagina. Needless to say, she moans. Mani leans her head back on Mayte's shoulder with her eyes shut tightly as water sprinkles in her face. Mayte sucks on her neck. She runs the soap bar on Mani's breasts. In between them. Under them. On top of them. Then runs it the nipples in a cicular motion. Mayte turns Mani's head to the side and inserts down in her mouth. Soapy suds run down Mani's body. From her breasts, down to her curvy ass, down to her toes. Its meets with the water that had rinse from Mayte body and goes down the drain. Kind of makes you wanna drink it. Oops! The bar of soap drops. The action stops. Mayte looks at her impatiently. Mani knows what she wants her to do. So, she slowly bends over to retreive the soap carefully to avoid slipping. Her asscheeks still touching Mayte's waist. As she reaches for the soap, she's distracted by Mayte, whose clinching her buttocks. Just as Mani touches the soap, Mayte places the palm of her hand on Mani's lower back. Uh-oh. Mayte takes a small step back and inserts a finger into Mani's vagina from behind. Mani gasps as stretches her arms, placing both her hands against the wall for support. Mayte strokes her finger in and out. Mani's moans echo. Mani feels herself nearing climax. Her arms are getting weaker. She gettin weak in the knees. She cant take more of it. She's about to cum. She's about to fall over. Mayte suddenly wraps her other arm around Mani's body to pull her back up, while other continues stroking her vagina. As she makes it back up, Mani cums. Mayte hold tightly with on arm. Mani exhales. Her body goes limp has vaginal run down her legs. Mayte takes her finger out and puts Mani's arm around her shoulders her out of the hot, steamy bathroom and into the cool, air-conditioned bedroom. Both still naked and wet. Mayte walks her to the bed. She turns Mani around to face her, grabs a handful of her wet hair and drills her tongue down her throat. Mani is too tired to tongue fight. Mayte then pulls back and lets the exhausted woman fall back unto the bed. Her juices continued to flow from her cunt. Mayte sticks two fingers into it and tastes her juices. Then wipes her fingers on Mani's two lips. She's been owned. Spent. Used up. Recycled. Thats what she gets for thinking she could replace her. Bitch.

12:00 pm

Everybody's outside ready to head to Las Vegas for the next concert. Tour buses are lined up. However, Mani will not be joining them. She's had enough of being on the road. She's homesick. So, she caught a private plane back to Toronto. Or at least thats what she told her husband before the kissed each other goodbye....

Someone tell me when Dr.Phil comes in.

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[Edited 4/22/05 1:09am]

***CELEBRATING ONE MONTH AND A FEW DAYS TO THE DAY THAT I WROTE THIS STORY***







~Previously Unposted~

LAS VEGAS.

Prince awakens in a master suite in bed. Naked. In bed with him are five sleeping groupies - two facially unattractive slim one's, a six-foot-tall one with her face buried heavily in makeup, a heavy-set one and a midget on. All around the room are even more groupies, some on the floor, on the dresser, on the table, in the arm chair - all sound asleep. Prince manages to slip out of bed without awakening any of them. On his way to the bathroom, he see's empty champange bottles, glasses, ash trays, camcorders, g-strings, ecstasy pills, penis enlarger, used condoms, panties on the ceiling fan, drug paraphernelia. Must've had some kind of a wild orgie last night. He doesn't remember a thing. He goes into the bathroom and closes the door. He looks at himself in the mirror. Who is that? He wonders. What has happened to him? He takes a moment to reflect....


NEW YORK.

Mani is angry. Her and husband's lives arent the same. They were looking to get away from the hedonistic lifestyle. Everything was great until Apples came and ruined it. That bitch. Their marriage has become a threeway sex affair. Not only does she have to share her husband with that bitch, Mani herself has to engage in their sex-a-pades. The threesomes. The S&M. The bondage. The RPGs. The pure smut. And even if Prince isn't around, she has to attend to Apples herself. It isnt neccessarily rape since she's willing, but she HAS to be willing...but it does feel good though. But Mani is definately not a lesbian. Hell no, not her. Just because a woman lets another woman stick a dildo in her vagina doesn't make her gay. Its basically just someone helping her masterbate in a way. Even if their in doggystyle postion. But Apples definately crossed the line last night when she made Mani retreive a strawberry from out of the crack of her ass with her tongue. Enough is enough.

Apples is in the middle of a private meeting in her office. She's discussing things with the record label reps. In the room also are female gangbangers that she hired as bodyguards. Mani bursts through the doors and demands that she talk with Apples. Apples tells her that now isn't a good time - Mani doesn't care. At her request, the gangstresses grabs and drags Mani out of the office and in the hallway, as she kicks and yells.

Apples asks the record label reps to never mind what just happened and resumes the meeting. Mani is out the elevator and taken upstairs to the "35th floor". Thats odd. The elevator only has 34 floors listed. Weird. Each is highlighted as the elevator reaches him. 30....31....32....33....34..... The doors slide opens to another hallway. They go into one of the rooms. Its been speculated that every building of a greedy company has a secret torture room. A room where lucrative deals are reached beyond tradition business ethics. Some called them indecent proposals. This room is sort of like that, but they don't like to consider it the torture room. Well, sometimes their tortured, sometimes their pleasured. In this room, its dark and a strobe light flickers. The only visible thing is a bed.

The gangstresses strip Mani down to her panties and bra, handcuff her wrists to the headboard. All but one of the gangstresses leave the room.
The one gangstress stays behind to keep Mani 'company' until Apples finishes her meeting and comes up. She removes the bandanna from around her face, revealing a young hispanic girl in her early 20s, with long black hair and dark lipstick.


LAS VEGAS

Someone knocks on the bathroom door. Prince opens it. Its the six-foot groupie that was in bed with him. She has a bed sheet wrapped around her body.

Groupie: "Hey."
Prince: "Hey."
Groupie: "I need to use the bathroom."
Prince: "Oh sure. Lemme get out of your way."
Groupie: "Oh, no. Thats alright. You can stay in the bathroom. I just need to pee pee. Stay."
Prince: "Alright..."
Groupie: "You know, last night was great. You're a real pro in bed. I always knew you was though."
Prince: "Yeah....thanks."
Groupie: "It was so goooood! Now I know why all them bitches be on you. We gotta do that again."[/i]
Prince: "I, um....."

The groupie, standing in front of the toilet, lifts up the sheet and suddenly whip outs a seven-inch penis. Prince is shocked.

Prince: "AAAAAGGGGHHH! What tha fuck...!"
Groupie: "Whats the hell is wrong with you?"
Prince: "You have a dick!"
Groupie: "You didn't seem to have a problem with that last night."
Prince: "What..."

Prince runs out of the bathroom and goes hysterical. All of the groupies are are awakened by whats going on. Prince looks around the room at all the other naked groupies, who noticably all have vaginas. Prince, still naked, opens the hotel room door and runs out into the hall. The runs into some of his bodyguards. They ask him if there's a problem. Prince doesn't answer them. Instead he quickly grabs onw of the bodyguard's gun from his holder and takes off down the hall. The bodyguards chase after him. Prince runs into a vacant custody office, closes the door and locks it. He puts the gun to his head and without a second thought, he pulls the trigger. BAM!

Prince suddenly wakes up sweating. It all must've just been a dream. Or was it? He's in a bed surrounded by the same groupies that was in the dream. A mastersuite, the groupies, everything looks the same way it was in his dream. Strange. To be sure, he tries to check the gender of the six-foot-tall groupie thats laying next to him, without waking any of them up. He lifts up the sheet and to his surprise, she has a penis, just like his dream. His hearts starts racing. He starts breathing heavy. Its obvious what he did his dick last night, but what did she do with her's or ..."his"? OMG! Prince manages slip out of bed without awakening them. He can't recall what all happened the night before, but how can he live with himself knowing that he could have possibly had sex with a transvestite? Even worse, with all of the groupies in here, word will eventually get out. Prince walks on the balcony and looks down at the street several stories below and thinks....


NEW YORK.

The door opens. A woman comes in. The light from the hallway illumates from behind her. Its too dark to see her face even with the strobe light flickering. The gangstress gets out of the bed and greets her. She sticks her toungue down the young girl's throats. The young girl then grabs her clothes and leaves out the room. The woman of mystery removes her clothes. She comes closer to the bed, more in range of the strobe light. The woman climbs in bed on top of Mani. Apples. She kisses Mani on her lips. Apples then talks to her while running her fingernail smoothly across Mani's face. She saids the typical stuff. Words of enlightment. A lecture of respect. A lesson of obedience. Consequence and reprecussion. Mani closes her eyes. Mani knew what she was getting herself into when she stormed in Apples' office. Her body waits anxiously.


LAS VEGAS

Prince is on the balcony of his hotel room. He's standing up on the ledge naked.
He looks up at the sun. Then he looks down below to street several stories below. He sees moving vehicles and people walking. He hears nothing, feels nothing, thinks nothing. Sort of like a high. He extends his arms, leans forward and lets himself fall. He keeps his keeps his eyes open. Just as soon as his nose touches the street.....he wakes up again in bed. Same master suite. Same groupies. Same atmoshere as in his dream. He wonders - what was it really a dream?

[UNFINISHED]