Simpsons Porn Story: So You See Chapter 6

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Authoresses Note: Heres the sixth chapter.

He smirked as he saw Waylon tangled on the floor, practically immobile.

Having some trouble there Sport? He mocked.

Waylon gritted his teeth in anger and tried to leap up with the intention of going after the man but his muscles refused to cooperate and he gave a howl of agony at his sudden movements. He man just laughed mockingly.

Itll wear off soon enough. He said as he walked over and picked up Waylon off the floor by his arm. He refused to cry out this time though. He didnt want to seem any weaker than he was to the large and muscular man who was now forcing him to stand upright.

Where am I? He demanded, sounding braver than he felt.

Youre at my bosss mansion. Hes been wanting to have a little chat with you. He said.

Waylon was now being forced to walk with the man, who was supporting him by one arm. As soon as he mentioned mansion he thought of Mr. Burns. But he quickly realized Mr. Burns wouldnt have ordered him to be drugged and kidnapped to be brought into his own mansion. His muscles were finally starting to obey his he gradually became less reliant on the servant.

He felt the man release his arm. Now no funny stuff, you hear? Im armed so dont think of running off. He warned.

Waylon rubbed his arm gingerly but said nothing. The walked in silence through the highly decorated mansion. Waylon couldnt help but realize how familiar the dcor was. The drugs still probably hadnt fully worn off so his brain wasnt helping him in deciphering where he was.

Finally they reached a large set of doors. This is the other entrance to the grand ballroom. My boss is just beyond here. Go in and sit down across from him. The man ordered. Before Waylon could say anything he was pushed through the doors which locked behind him.

He looked around in shock and realized exactly where he was. He gasped in shock as he saw the man sitting at a table in the very center of the room. It was a small table with one chair on either end.

Good evening Mr. Smithers. Richard Vandershoot said calmly. Wont you please sit down? He swept his hand towards the empty seat.

Waylon felt his anger rising but decided to keep calm. He needed answers and becoming angry at this man wouldnt help him. He silently crossed the distance and sat down in the offered seat.

Vandershoot smiled but it was a cold smile that sent shivers down Waylons spine.

Now, lets get down to business shall we? He said as he folded his hands on the table. Waylon was confused and it mustve shown on his face because Vandershoot laughed.

Oh thats right. You dont know what I mean do you? Of course not, youve been out for a couple of hours. He chuckled.

Waylon frowned angrily. Why did you kidnap me here? What was the purpose? He demanded.

All in good time my boy. Now my resources tell me that you and your former employer, Mr. Burns, had a falling out correct? He paused and Waylon nodded. Right, and as you and I both know you and Mr. Burns are close friends.

What does that have to do with anything? Waylon interrupted.

Just hold on. It was on my recommendation that he fire you and not wanting to appear weak or the kind of person who actually befriends his inferiors. He gave in despite your connection and now youre out of a job. He snapped his fingers suddenly and seemingly out of thin air a servant appeared carrying a silver tray with a bottle of scotch and two shot glasses. Where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? He offered.

No. And you still havent told me why Im here hearing this. He said holding back his anger and what he had just been told.

Vandershoots servant poured a glass of scotch for his boss before Vandershoot waved him away. As quickly as the servant came he was gone. Throwing back his head he drank his glass before turning back to Waylon.

Youre here because you fell for the trap that my minions set up on my orders, just like I predicted you would. You and your former boss Mr. Burns were such good friends that you risked a lot by going back and warning him.

So? Waylon asked.

So that means hed surely do the same for you. Vandershoot said simply.

Hah! Im sure hed do the same. Waylon sarcastically scoffed. Besides what could you possibly do to me that would cause me great harm? Ive got nothing left to live for at the moment. He said bitterly.

Well since my last behavior prediction came true Im going to assume that this next one will too. Vandershoot said.

Waylon snorted, Yeah? And whats that?

When Mr. Burns comes here tomorrow evening for dinner with me I will give him an ultimatum. His plant or your life. He leaned forward as he said it, slowly and seriously.

Waylon was silent for a second before he burst out laughing. Oh Mr. Vandershoot you are hilarious! He said as he slapped his knees.

Vandershoot frowned. Something wrong? He asked.

Waylon wiped a stray tear away as his laugher died down. You dont actually expect Mr. Burns to choose me do you? I always thought you were smarter than that. He said.

Vandershoot angrily slammed his fists on the table. You shut up. My plan will work! And let me tell you boy, if you even think of trying to warn Mr. Burns ahead of time Ill kill him. And we all know how badly youd feel if you were the cause of his death.

Waylon went silent as he glared at Vandershoot. He suddenly snapped his fingers once more and the guard who had led him to the room walked in.

Take him away. Lock him up in the room and dont let him near a phone or any way of making contact. Vandershoot ordered.

Just one thing. What do you have against Mr. Burns that youre taking these measures to get the nuclear plant? Waylon asked as the guard grabbed his arm.

Vandershoot gave a bitter laugh. Wouldnt you like to know? He said and waved his arm in a dismissing motion to the guard. The guard nodded and led Waylon back out of the room. The last thing he saw was Vandershoot angrily drumming his nails on the table before the door slammed shut.