The Rescue of Prisoners from Orange Hair's Tower of Power

We had electronic devises that fooled  the security of Orange Hair's tower and secreted ourselves into the building in the early morning. We knew from the smell of foul gas that Orange Hair was seated on his porcelain throne twittering his tweets as he made meals of his waste to feed his followers. As we found our way to the dungeons the smell of Orange Hair's sentries eating the foul waste of Orange Hair was overpowering. Fortunately we brought gas masks and quickly put them on.

It was a bit of luck for us to hit at this opportune moment for the guards were in a stupor with the brown sludge from Orange Hair's intestines smeared on the guards mouth as they munched on the fetid cake of waste. We tried not to look least we lose the contents of our stomachs at such a horrible sight of the guards in their feast of shit as we snuck pass them and to the holding cells of the prisoners.

There we found the young women stripped of clothing and chained in front of the machine designed to torture them relentlessly. When they saw us, they became terrified at first thinking we were going to hurt them. But soon their fears turned to joy when we used our devices to release them from bondage and secured their way from Orange Hair's tower.

It wasn't until later that day that we heard the screams picked up from the devices planted in the tower to spy on Orange Hair and his evil minions when Orange Hair discovered our trickery and his guards stupidity. For Orange Hair turned his squeezing and pinching torture machines on his own guards, their genitals swollen and deformed as the machines fondled them unrelenting pulling and squeezing their penises and testicles. They met their deaths at the hands of their owner and good riddance to them.