Total Drama Universal Restraints Inn

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Total Drama Universal Restraints Inn

Post by Flashlight237 » Wed Nov 11, 2015 11:37 pm

Hey, folk. So, you know Universal Restraints Inn? That hotel Irrespondible created 5 years ago and later turned into an RP thread on this forum? Well, two years ago, Irrespondible came up to me with the idea of taking the 1st and 2nd-generation casts (TDI/WT and TDROTI casts) of Total Drama and putting them on a two-week vacation at the hotel. I was the one who wrote the story, though Irrespondible and I bounced ideas between one another. If you're interested, here's the link.:

If you're one of those who do not use external links, well, here's the first two chapters.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Universal Restraints Inn is a hotel that holds many secrets. If one were to pass by the hotel while taking a stroll, one could see a gothic palace with snow white walls and ebony black roofs. The palace's elegant design made it a beautiful sight that welcomes the wandering eyes of tourists. It's courtyard, laced with green grass, colorful flowers, and lovely bushes, only enhances the palace's beauty. Once you grab the brazen handle of the palace's double-sided maple door, your view of the palace will change.

At the lobby, one would see a chandelier with a red rug underneath it, which separates the palace into two wings. If one were to look at the chandelier from the entrance, the Angel Wing will be found on the left side while the Daemon Wing will be found on the right. Each wing has it's own unique features, but they both serve to give the hotel's guests a nice stay.

The Angel Wing is a white, asylum-like area whose padded features make it soft to the touch. The wing is run by workers dressed as nurses and assistants, who serve to keep you comfortable. Although one may look like a prisoner, one may also feel like royalty in this wing, although the whereabouts of the bathroom is uncertain.

The Daemon Wing, with Demon spelled "Daemon" for a fancier statement, is the opposite of the Angel Wing. The workers in this wing are dominatrices and men dressed like executioners. These workers are selected to give guests a wild time if they dared to sign up for the wing. In other words, any amount of time spent in the wing will be one heck of a ride between pain and pleasure.

Both wings, however, are watched over by one dark-skinned man. The top of the man's head is like a clean dish: bare, yet gives off a nice shine. He works by honesty, although his lawyers are on the wrong side of the coin. His name is Ira Spooner, founder and proprietor of Universal Restraints Inn. Ira was one who has expertise in the field of technology. His wife, Alice Spooner, was once a fetish model. Ira's technological experience and interest in the fetish world was combined into the idea that created the Universal Restraints Inn.

While in his office, Ira hears the knob of his office door turned. Once it opens, two men had appeared before his eyes. One of them was a white man with a devious attitude while the other was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man who looks rather down in the dumps. Both men approached Ira with a special request.

"Hello there, Ira," said the white man. The dark-skinned man next to him placed a file on Ira's desk, letting out a light groan.

"Greetings, sir," said Ira, who let out a light grin. "Welcome to Universal Restraints Inn. Might I ask who you are?"

"I'm Chris Mclean," said the white man, who points his thumb at the dark-skinned man. "And this is my buddy: Chef Hatchet. We work on a show called Total Drama."

"The Survivor-related show with rather dangerous challenges?" asked Ira.

"You betcha!" replied Chris, who points at the file. "You might want to look inside this folder. It's got whatever I'd like you to do for me."

Ira opened the folder and finds two group photos with many people varying in gender, shape, size, and color. After looking at both of the photos carefully, Ira then turns his head toward Chris. "Who are these people?"

"Oh, those are the people who participated in my show." replied Chris. "There are three other contestants as well."

Ira then picked up a set of information sheets that contained some details and a picture of each contestant. He carefully read through each profile, starting with that of a muscular, Hispanic man with a soul patch on his chin. Ira separated each profile by gender as he looked through the huge set. "You want to book a vacation for all 38 of these people?"

"Nah," Chris replied. "Just all of the girls."

There were thirty-eight contestants in all, nineteen for each gender. Once Ira was finished, he put the information about the male contestants back into the folder and handed the papers containing information about the female contestants to a secretary to get copies of them. He then turned back to Chris with a smile on his face. "How long are you planning on having the girls stay in the Universal Restraints Inn for?"

"Two weeks," replied Chris. "Their vacations are on me."

Chef Hatchet glared at Chris. "How the hell do you expect them to do anything about it?!" Chef firmly asked. "We're in a hotel! These guys do not know jack squat about those maggots, and besides, it'll take a long time for them to visit this place!"

"Don't be too sure about it, Chef." Ira got off his chair and began circling the men. "Universal Restraints Inn isn't like any ordinary hotel. Guests don't come to us, we go to them."

Chris raises an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well, Chris," Ira replied, "Our transport group arrives at the locations of our guests sooner than you'd expect your pizza to arrive at your doorstep. Sometimes, we may even set up locations for our guests to arrive at for transport. We place Angel Wing guests in padded limousines before taking them to the inn. The Daemon Wing uses, oh, several other methods of transportation. The rest of it is a trade secret."

An intrigued Chris let out a smirk. "You mind if we gave it a spin, Ira?"

Ira gave this question some thought, yet he lets out a smile. "Not at all, Chris. I think a certain red-haired beauty could be our first subject, but I'll need some numbers; mainly that of that Mike guy she's interested in. Maybe a few more guys could be of assistance."

Chris hands the requested numbers over to Ira, who then looks at the numbers. Chris then turns to a nonexistent audience and starts his end of introduction speech. "Nineteen females, one fetish-y hotel, and a wild ride. That is the key to a pervert's mind. Each of the girls will endure two weeks restrained in a two-sided hotel, and look sexy while doing so." Chris then leans forward and moves his right hand to his ear, as if he's listening to the "audience." "Will the girls remain sane during their vacation? Will they be allured by the fetish-y atmosphere of the inn, or will they run home crying to their mommas?" Chris then stands upright and spreads his arms out, raising them as he states the last words of his speech. "Let's find out on Total... Drama... Universal Restraints Inn!"

Chapter 2: Roses are Red, Canvas is White

"What was that all about?" Ira raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, can't a guy introduce his crud?"

Ira shrugged it off and walked out of his office. "I'll call Mike and discuss with him about Zoey. Stay out of trouble, okay, Chris?"

"Fine..," Chris crossed his arms.

Ira walks to a portable toilet to go number two. Unknown to him, the port-a-potty was really a confessional booth set up by Chris. Another unknown concept was why the port-a-potty was sitting in the hallways of the inn in the first place. In the confessional, Ira unzips his pants and pulled it down low enough to keep his genitalia away from wandering eyes. Upon sitting on the toilet, Ira whipped out his phone and dialed Mike's phone number. While waiting on Mike to answer, Ira became slightly worried about the porta-a-potty he was sitting in. "Hey... Did you ever have feeling you was being watched?"

From a distance, a nerd by the name Harold watches Ira's confessional. Harold had auburn hair, and his glasses had a black frame on it. He wore a blue shirt with what seemed to be a hamburger printed on its chest. Under the shirt, he wore a pink, long-sleeved shirt. Harold watched with a devious smile. "Being watched, huh? Well, he didn't see anything coming... Now, about that Mike person..." Harold pulled out pair of tweezers and a tiny plastic bag containing pink hair. He pulled the hair sample out of the bag with the tweezers, holding it by the Scotch tape that bundled each strand of hair together. One may think that the hair is dyed, but in reality, it wasn't. In fact, it was the hair of a certain evil deity known to urban legend as The Peaceville Demon.

A few blocks away from Harold's house, Mike walked down the neighborhood with a cheerful smile. Perhaps it was a power walk. Mike is a Hispanic kid with spiky, dark-brown hair and brown eyes. He wore an aqua-green shirt, deep-blue pants, and sepia sneakers. Mike's cellphone rang, which persuaded Mike to answer. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mike. I want to tell you something."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Hey, who's this?"

"That's not important. Listen, you mind taking her to Universal Restraints Inn? She won a vacation at the inn, and it's time for her to claim the prize."

"Yeah, not happening. I wouldn't give my girl away to some complete stranger, and besides- Ooh, this will be perfect for a science fair project." Mike picked up some hair off of the sidewalk. Dark aura was pulsating out of the hair sample, and the hair sample started to consume Mike. "What? What's going on? No.. No.. AHH!"

The hair of the evil deity sent dark energy into Mike's body. The energy went through Mike's vessels, working through each vessel until it made it up to Mike's brain. The energy formed a body similar to Mike's within his mind. It, however, had some hair covering one of its eyes. This being is known as Mal.

"Mike?" Ira became concerned about Mike's health. "Yo, Mike. Are you okay over there?"

"Oh, he's better than okay, Ira; in fact, with him out of the way, I'll do this job for him..."

"Wait, are you..?"

"That's right. The name's Mal."

"Okay... Anyways, will you try to take Zoey to the inn?"

"Oh, foolish Ira... You have no idea how this will work out... Toodles..." Mal hung up. Mal looked at his right arm, ensuring that he has achieved resurrection. So, Mal thought. The power of the Unholy One led to my rebirth? Excellent... Now, maybe after I send that foolish girl to Ira's hotel, I'll take it over by surprise...

Meanwhile, Ira walked out of the port-a-potty, feeling concerned about Mal's return. Ira approached a nearby nurse, who was leaning by the wall minding her own business.

"Could you get that port-a-potty out of here?" Ira asked.

"Will do, Magnum Master," The nurse went to the port-a-potty and carried it out of the inn's hallway, albeit with minor struggling.

Well, Ira thought. I'd might as well send a few employees to a hotel Zoey usually goes to.

At Zoey's house, Mal slipped an envelope though a small slot in the front door. After the envelope climbed through the slot, Mal ran off, hoping for the foolish compliance of Zoey.

Zoey was in her room, sewing a dress for herself. Zoey is a beautiful girl whose hair bore the same red color as the hair of a certain mermaid. A flower rests near the top of her head, and her hair is tied in two pigtails. She has chocolate-brown eyes that accentuates her admirable beauty. She wore a red shirt that reveals her cleavage, and a pair of green pants on her legs. As soon as Zoey finished sewing the dress, her mother knocked on her door.

"Zoey! Your cute boyfriend sent you a letter!"

"Okay, mom." Zoey got up and opened her door. Zoey received the envelope from her mother and opened it.

Dear, Zoey,

Wanna spend some time at a hotel? I

have a few surprises for you. Oh, and don't

worry about me. I'll be fine.

Sincerely, Mike.

This letter feels... suspicious.., Zoey nervously thought. Regardless, the message gave Zoey a chance to try on her new dress. Zoey removed her clothes and put on her dress, making sure that her dress fits her body. Upon completing her new outfit, Zoey walked out of the bedroom, wishing to show her mom her beautiful dress. "How is it, mom?"

"It looks beautiful, sweetie. So... Why are you wearing it now?"

"Mike asked me out today."

"Okay. Well, have a nice time, Zoey."

Zoey walked out of the house. She then headed to Mike's house, which is, strangely, next door. Zoey knocked on the door, waiting for Mike to answer. Mike answered the door, but Mike was not Mike.

"Hey, Zoey," Mal observed Zoey, looking at her dress. It was red dress that covers little more of her body than what her swimsuit covered whenever she wore it. "Nice dress. Where did you get it from?"

Zoey chuckled. "I made it myself."

"Cool... So, are you ready to spend some time with me?"

"Sure... I guess..."


The disguised Mal took Zoey to Mike's car, letting her sit in the front passenger seat. Mal then drove off with Zoey on his side. Mal took Zoey to a Quality Inn building near Zoey's neighborhood.. Upon arrival, Mal got out of the car and walked around it. Out of generosity, albeit to play Mike's role, Mal opened the door for Zoey.

"Soo... Wanna check in?"

"No worries. I made a reservation at room #513." Mal took Zoey in with him, making sure she doesn't wander off. The couple took the elevator up to the fifth floor. As soon as the elevator stopped, Mal and Zoey left the elevator and walked down the hall. Zoey opened the door to the room; however, the room was occupied. Before her eyes, Zoey saw a latex-clad nurse in the room, playing cards with two buff assistants.

"Mike... Who are these people?"

"Oh, they're just from a certain five-star hotel." Mal gave Zoey a pat on the back. "If you stay on their good side, they are quite friendly."

"Okay then..." Zoey was nervous about the three strangers in her room.

"I'll go get us some refreshments. I'll be right back, Zoey." Mal left the room, leaving Zoey with the nurse and the orderlies. Zoey looked at the nurse with a nervous smile.

"Hey there... I'm Zoey. You know, from Total Drama Revenge of the Island? It's nice to meet you..." Zoey held her hand out.

"Thank you, Zoey." the nurse replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." The nurse stepped back and let the orderlies do their work.

"Hey..!" Zoey's feet lept from the ground as soon as the orderlies grabbed her. "What's going on?" Zoey blushed as the orderlies carefully removed her dress. Once Zoey is naked, one of the orderlies grabs a strange piece of canvas from a nearby bed. The cloth appeared to be a white jumpsuit with an attached armbinder. To start things off, the orderlies carefully forced her legs into the pants attached to the jumpsuit. Once Zoey's legs are inside, one of the orderlies zipped the zipper attached to the jumpsuit half-way up, leaving some room for the orderlies to put Zoey's arms into the attached armbinder. Once this was done, Zoey's arms were trapped in a tight embrace that forced the elbows to touch each other. Once Zoey is zipped inside the jumpsuit, the orderlies strapped her in, thus leaving her in a helpless state. "W-w-what was that all about?"

The Inn's employees were already hinted of Mike's return, so they just took Zoey out of the room to keep Mike's wondering eyes away from her. What they didn't know was Mike is really Mal. Mal returned with two bottles of water, still disguised as Mike.

"Hey, Zoey," Mal turned his hands into guns and cocked them. "Lookin' good!"

"Uhh... Thanks..." Zoey replied.

In the first confessional scene, Zoey expresses her worries for Mike and her suspicion about the Inn. "This is weirding me out. First, I got trapped by three goons, and now, Mike is complementing my awkward situation? I'm starting to think that Mike is not in control of that adorable body of his."

"What was that all about?" Ira said in the background.

Back at the scene, Mal observed Zoey's current state of helplessness. "Ya know, this needs a bit of work."

"Like... What?" Zoey wiggled in her bondage.

Mal noticed the hood on the back of the jumpsuit, which was meant to blindfold her. Mal pulls the over Zoey's head and straps it to the collar of the jumpsuit.


"Don't worry, Zoey. I'll follow you shortly."

Mal kissed Zoey, then turned his head to one of the orderlies. "You mind if I put the cherry on top?"

The orderly Mal directed his question at shrugged and gave a harnessed ball gag to Mal.

"Okay, Zoey. Open wide~!"

Zoey opened her mouth, allowing Mal to place the gag into Zoey's mouth. Mal then strapped the gag onto Zoey's head, completing the set.

"You may go now, fellows."

The employees walked away with Zoey as Mal watched. The employees took Zoey down the elevator. As soon as they got off the elevator, the workers walked out of the lobby with her.

"By the way, Zoey," the nurse said. "Welcome to Universal Restraints Inn."

The orderlies put Zoey in the back seat of the limousine and strapped her to it. The seat, like the rest of the limo, was padded. This was to provide comfort for the Inn's guests. The orderlies and the nurse got in the limousine before it drove off. Mal watched the limousine's departure with a smug on his face.

"Toodles..." Mal let out an evil cackle in his success. "How fortuitous..."

Back at the inn, Ira, Chris, and Chef watched the scene. Ira had an eyebrow raised towards Mal's plan and how he managed to pull it off. "How was that possible?"

"Hey," Chef replied. "You're the one with the crazy restraints and the hi-tech security cameras. What kinda place are you runnin' around here, anyways? "

"Right..." Ira shrugged it off. "Well, at least we got Zoey."

"What about the others?" Chris inquired.

"Well, Chris. There are two girls who would like a challenge..."


So yeah, there's that. What do y'all think?

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