part 2
Shortly before the events in part 1...
Elise hummed an Enya song as she strolled down the street. It protected her from the stares that tried to penetrate her shield of uniqueness. For Elise was different. She wore eyeblack around her eyes and had long dark hair with dark purple streaks within. Her eyes, were a unique honey color. Spikes went around her wrist and a leather body suit covered her from the light.
The light was cruel it hurt Elise not the physical kind but the unseen kind it was a fraud. It would shine bright with happiness then go away leaving you cold and empty. This Elise knew and never again.
She was hunting this night and her urges must and would be satisfied. She walked into a club where party patrons paid her no mind. She picked out this chocolate haired girl from the population and decided to "perform" for her but the stage must be right, the mood and song perfect.
The girl had stone-washed jeans pretty white sneakers and a white belt, as compliment. Her shirt was of the 90's rock group vixen. Elise knew of this group and approached the girl who's brown bangs nearly covered her soft hazel eyes.
She said to the girl, "I see you like vixen." Then Elise began to whisper in the young woman's ear, singing the groups song "Crying" the girl was shocked by this but couldn't pull away for whatever reason, as this strange goth girl began combing her hair and rubbing the back of her neck.
The woman's forwardness was kind of a turn on. The girl didn't know she could feel this way but it was happening.
Suddenly the girl felt a pain in her neck and wondered if she'd been pinched. She then felt light and dreamy. Her eyelids drooped heavy, as the woman's face twirled in her vision. She felt sleepy yet trippy as well. Then there was nothing...
A while later...
Elise's audience began to moan, strapped to Elise's fun chair. She began to play with the girl in pleasurable places making the girl moan while her eyes did drowsy half rolls. Soon her audience was awake enough for a question.
"What's your name hun?" Elise asked.
"Christy" She says, a little sleepily. What are you... Uuummm..." Christy bites her lip hard, as pleasure shoots through her. She goes to touch Elise but is rebuffed.
"Not yet... I'm not ready." Elise replies. She then produces a canister and sprays Christy in the face. Her mind quickly muddles into a lump of grogginess, sending her hazel eyes rolling and swimming around in her head once more.
Elise somehow got Christy to stand, head, shoulders and body swaying drowsily. As the girl stood and moaned Elise went to her cd player and placed a karaoke version of Metallica's "Until It Sleeps." She then slowly, removed Christy's top from her deflated and sedated form as it rocked in lazy directions. All this, while supplying the songs words, as she worked.
Afterward, Elise used her trusty "vibe stick" on the groggy girl until she became more alert. Then she asked, "Do you? like this?"
Christy in the midst of ecstasy responds, "Yyyesss..." as Elise runs her finger down the bridge of Christy's nose still humming the melody of the repeating song.
"Good. Stay right there." Elise says. She erotically backs away and begins to strip dance in front of Christy. First turning off her stereo, Elise then turns and grabs an acoustic guitar and begins to play perfectly, the haunting notes of The House Of The Rising Sun. while also singing the lyrics as if she'd wrote them.
Then she seductively makes her way back to her "guest", who looks on in wonder, as Elise grinds her nude form against a mesmerized Christy. This is all done perfectly to the tune of her picking, until the gothic girl's mind begins to wander...
Her mind flashes to her mother, a happy and loving spirit full of the "light" being used and eventually extinguished by a pig of a male. That was the first time the "light" had left Elise cruelly.
The next flash was of her, being forced to perform "chores" for this same man in order to survive and be fed. She endured these torturous and unspeakable acts by listening to her music via headphones and memorizing every note and word of every song that played.
As weeks and months pass, the pain and hurt, slowly became Elise's friend and the "light" again began to dim. Only this time it was the "light" inside Elise.
The day of her freedom finally came, when Elise boldly turned the tables on this blight to humanity. She relished in this pig of a man taking in some long and overdue pain, though unlike her, it did not comfort him. Her final goodbye to him was parting him from his man trophy as he begged.
That was the final time the "light" had slipped away...
Elise snapped back finding herself pleasuring herself with one hand and Christy with the other. She decided it was time... She led an eager Christy to the doors of a large walk in closet. They were closed. Then she whispered to the girl, "Now I'm ready..."
The women kissed and groped each other passionately until Christy felt another sting... Only this time her mind remained clear but her muscles slowed, until they would not respond at all. Horrified, Christy became a prisoner in her on body. The doors to the closet were opened to reveal girls chained, there bodies fixed, like statues.
Their eyes dart, tears streaming down, as Elise adds Christy to their sick club. A club known as Elise's audience.
Elise soon leaves her abode and is prowling again, when she views the most beautiful dominate woman she's ever seen. She had beautiful, flowing, lava colored hair and a colorful costume. There was such grace in her movement, as she hauled a swine off somewhere.
It was at that moment, Elise knew, she had to perform for this fire haired beauty...
A few days later...
sabelle was getting into her costume, becoming The Scarlet Vixen but she wasn't going on patrol. No, on this day, Scarlet Vixen was doing charity work. She had saw an article in the paper from a little girl's big sister. She was asking for a Scarlet Vixen impersonator to attend her little siblings Halloween party.
Vixen could not resist. She located the address and called the number listed. When the phone was answered by a female, she told her that she was the real Scarlet Vixen and that she'd attend the party for free.
The voice turned out to be the older sister from the newspaper ad. She explained that their mother and father had died and that she was raising her younger sister by herself. She also expressed how thrilled her sister would be and how appreciative she was of the offer. Vixen could not wait to see the look on the youngster's face, when a real super heroine showed up at her door.
*******
Elise looked around and made sure everything was right for this ruse. Balloons, check. Cake, check. The neighborhood brat was playing outside, next door, giving her the perfect cover story. Elise had spent hours, making punch and filling plastic cups. For no other reason than to make the "party" look authentic.
Though it did serve one other purpose, Elise thought, upon further analysis. She would be using one of the cups to send her beautiful redheaded doll off to sleepy land. This made her smile, before she went to her bedroom and opened up her huge walk in closet. All of her dolls were still there, including the lovely Christy. They were all chained from the ceiling in a standing position and completely nude. There heads were slumped forward, in an apparent deep slumber.
The deranged young woman caressed each one of their faces gently. Then suddenly she heard her doorbell ring.
Scarlet Vixen stood before Elise, when she opened the door. She was wearing the same magnificent getup Elise had saw her in a few weeks earlier. "Oh hi. Please come in." She said to the heroine, stepping aside and gesturing.
Scarlet Vixen assumed this was the sister and admired her rather unique appearance. It was appropriate for a Halloween party to be sure. She wore a black shirt and leather pants with spiked bracelets around her wrist and a spiked choker around her neck. She was definitely going for the gothic punk look. Her hair was long and black with purple highlights. Purple lipstick covered her full lips.
Combat boots dressed the girl's feet. But what stood out the most on the young woman, was her small honey colored eyes Vixen could not tell if they were real or contacts.
"Have a seat, my sister is next door playing. See her out there?" Elise said, pointing out the window.
Vixen sat on the sofa and looked. She indeed saw the little girl playing. "She's very cute." the heroine said.
"I know." Elise said with a smile." If she's not here in a few minutes, I'll go fetch her. Would you like some punch while we wait? I just made it."
"Sure." vixen replied.
Elise went to the kitchen and flipped open a secret compartment in one of her gothic rings. She dumped a white, powdery substance into one of the plastic cups and then retrieved it, also picking one up for herself, before strolling back to where Scarlet Vixen was.
A few minutes into chatting, Vixen began to feel drained. the feeling came on quite suddenly and her eyes and head felt so heavy. Her fit body wanted to teeter, she could feel it. Her hostess's voice was strange and her face was swirling and spitting into two mirror images. She could barely hear the gothic woman ask her a question.
"Are you ok? You look sleepy." Elise asked, watching the heroine's eyes roll back in drugged incoherence.
Vixen's sleepy mind finally caught on to what was happening but her body could not catch up and function correctly. "Wha... Whaadyoooou doooo?.... Th-therrrre wassss somethiiing in the puuunchshhh..." Vixen slurred, as her head lolled on her shoulders and her auburn hair spread across her face. She knew she should get up but was soooo tired.
Elise reached over and cleared some hair from Scarlet Vixen's face, as the beauty's eyes continued to roll back in la la land. "Let's take this mask off, ok?" The villainess purred, slowly de masking the drugged young woman.
Even though Vixen was very out of it, she still had a sense of what was happening. "Uuuhhh... Noooo..." She murmured. The beauty tried to fend Elise off with her arms but all it really did was make her look cute, in a sleepy kinda way. By now her head had fallen back against the sofa heavily. She tried to lift it again and did a little. But then it just plopped right back down again.
Elise with her sexual motor now revved up, begins stripping the heroine's costume away. When she gets to Vixen's gloves, she looks at all the weird devices and switches on the backhand. "I wonder what all these gadgets are for?" She says curiously. "I guess we'll need to find out later. Right now though, I wanna play with you my little redheaded doll." Elise said happily.
A roofied Vixen could only moan and turn her head left and right.
Elise had been so preoccupied by the heroine's apparent equipment, that it took her longer than it should have to notice that Vixen only had skimpy lingerie, covering her birthday suit. It was cherry red and like the fruit it resembled, it looked delicious to her insane eyes. She began to grope the young woman's fine mounds and curves, as if they were play dough.
However, somehow, Vixen was becoming more combative, though still very sleepy, she was putting a damper on Elise's fun, with her pawing and drowsy arm flops. This was making the gothic nut case angry. "You just won't go with it, will you?" Elise said through a tightened jaw. She manhandles the groggy young woman to her feet, causing her head to flop around like a rag doll. This causes her red hair to sweep and fall in various places.
Scarlet Vixen gives a surprisingly forceful push on Elise, as a cloth is thrust over her mouth and nose. "Yoooou sssstop... Ge awayuhmmmmpppphhh..."
"There that should calm your fucking ass down. Now go to sleep goddamn it!" A fire burned in Elise's honey colored eyes, it's intensity could rival Scarlet Vixen's hair.
" Mmmmpppphhhh... Mmmpphh..." Vixen gave groggy moans of protest, But the sedating chemical is too much for her already drugged mind. Any fight or coherence she had regained quickly rolled away with her drowsy gray eyes. Her legs folded beneath her, sending the beauty's body into a limp sag, It was now heavy in sleep, leaving the lovely Scarlet Vixen dead to the world.
*******
Vixen awoke to damp, musty air blowing across her smooth, child like skin. She was nude and still quite groggy. She could see hazy torch light flickering. Where the hell was she? She tried to move but was restricted. In a few seconds, she could tell by what. She was chained upright on boards that were nailed together in the shape of an X.
The hero's mind was clear enough now for her to realize she was in a basement or cellar. Shadows danced to the song of their flaming masters. It truly mimicked a medieval dungeon except it was smaller. There were no sounds and Vixen felt she was alone, until her eyes found the gothic woman standing just a few feet away. She was smiling and had on the heroine's gloves!
Seeing that the strong woman was awake. Elise slowly walked toward her, the anger gone from her face. "These handy dandy gloves are quite impressive once you figure them out." She proclaims.
Scarlet Vixen snarls, yanking at the shackles. "You are in deep shit you freak!" Vixen barks.
"Am I?" Elise answers, wiggling her gloved fingers. "Well, let's just see." Elise says, touching Vixen's washboard abs. Heat swims through the heroine's skin, as she immediately breaks into a profuse sweat. She was being attacked with her own weapon.
The sauna like atmosphere was making the heroine weak and sleepy. In a few moments, the young redhead could barely keep her eyes open She never tested these on herself before but now knew how Wendy must have felt, the day Vixen used the gloves on her.
The tips of Vixen's amber colored locks were now sopping wet, as Elise combed and swept them back. She loved the way sweat trickled down the girl's statuesque figure, giving it a gleam in the dancing torch light. "Noooo donnnn'... Issss tooooo muuuusssch... Yy-you'llll kill meeeee..." Vixen says, as her sleepy gray eyes roll deeply into her head.
"No I won't dear. I am very careful and would never hurt one of my dolls." Elise replies.
Just before losing consciousness, the smothering warmth starts to feel good to Scarlet Vixen. She runs her tongue over her lips and moans, bucking her pelvis forward with desire. Then just as quick, all goes dark and she falls asleep to the sound of someone singing in her ear...
*******
Sometime later, Vixen is stirred into half sleep by a ruckus. She sees several figures that look like SWAT team types. Among them, she thinks she sees someone she knows. Her rescuer. But the figure walks up and places a gloved hand over her nose and mouth. She dreamily wonders why, as she slips away.
In the last seconds of semi-awareness, she confirms it is someone she knows but there's something horribly wrong... Something's missing...
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