======== Path: news.alt.net!news1.alt.net!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!europa.clark.net!206.251.127.57!newsfeed.gte.net!newsfeed.gte.net!GTE/woodsmok From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] SoTX 5/? (mc sh FM bd) Date: 31 Jul 1997 06:43:12 GMT Organization: None Lines: 892 Message-ID: <5rpc60$9m3$6@gte1.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: 1cust118.max38.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Auth: c29d9f87455d4bd2cd130496 X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Comments and replies appreciated. Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD’s like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn’t be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 05/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT © 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Sisterhood of the X CHAPTER 5 SWF Bondage Babe seeks ..... “Seska, you’re breaking about forty different rules here, somehow, and I think you know it. I’m not saying that you need to give in to their pressure but you might want to consider some restraint. GOD look who I’m talking to about restraint! I’m just your manager Sweetheart. The management here at the MGM Grand don’t have any complaints; in fact they’ve discussed increasing your billing. Your starting to be a big draw. It’s the other magicians in town that are squawking. Your not part of their network”. Wally Tollifer was trying unsuccessfully to wheedle some cooperation out of his budding star. “I work alone. I don’t share my secrets. I put on a quality show and they don’t have any right to stick their noses in my Magic!” Seska Parker was both mad and concerned. * Why wouldn’t they just let her do her thing? * “That’s just the point Hon. You do work alone. The Pendragon’s work with a team of eighteen and over half of them know exactly how the magic is accomplished. Among “A” list acts, Sigfried and Roy’s ‘magic’ is pretty much a joke. Other than two or three of their best stunts, everything they do is industry standard and not even worth stealing. Copperfield can’t talk to his pillow about a new trick without every other magician in town being on to it within two weeks. Penn and Teller have sent spies to your performances with special cameras, but they came up empty. It is the nature of the business. They all steal and share technology and tricks. It is the leakiest ‘secret’ business in the world.” “And then there’s you...........” Wally tried to catch Seska’s eyes. She was still in costume from her last performance. Her face was glowing with the excitement she always seemed to get from performing on stage. Her long hair was still twisted into the huge auburn cable that she always braided it into. Her leather and chain costume was revealing and at the same time a serious outfit that she looked very comfortable in. She was a beautiful woman and a performer the likes of which he had never seen before but he was worried that they had come too far too fast. “What do I have to do, diagram and publish how I do my tricks for them?” Seska nearly moaned. “No. They wouldn’t believe it even if you did. There is a real resistance building up against you among the other performers. You are only twenty-two. You didn’t train with anyone they know. You don’t belong to their clubs or magic organizations. They watch your escapes and sleight of hand and they think they know how you do it but they aren’t sure and that is driving them nuts. If you would just take ‘the Void’ bit out of the act maybe they would back off for a while.” “Jesus Wally ‘the Void’ is my best bit. Not only do I get out of cuffs, leg irons, a mailbag and three other bondage items, in a foot thick air sealed black glass cube; I do it all while surrounded by 10 audience members on stage surrounding my raised curtained platform. Not only do I escape but I make the cube and bindings disappear too. It is the trick that got me this gig. I’d still be doing penny ante magic clubs and lounge acts if it wasn’t for ‘the Void’.” Seska knew where this was leading but she had to put up an appearance of a defense or she would look even more suspicious. Wally just stared at Seska in consternation. “How Seska? How? I’m not an expert. Before you I handled singers, dancers and the occasional trained animal act. I’ve talked to people though and they tell me that what you do isn’t possible. They say that you’d need mirrors and cranes, specially prepared stages, and a staff of ten or more to do the escapes you do. I know that you only use the normal stage hands to position your props and even then you don’t tell them any secrets; just when and where to place things. Lets not even get into your props that seem to appear and disappear whenever you need them. The Damn teamsters Union wants an explanation of that one. Joe Archie represents a new kid down at the Mirage and he says the boy is constantly on the phone and working with his prop construction group in La Jolla. A third of his money goes right back into new stunts. I’ve never seen you communicate a single detail of your magic to anyone much less whoever builds all your trick cubes and escape paraphernalia.” “Well??”. he demanded. “Well what Wally. I won’t give out my secrets. I won’t divulge the creator and source of my props. Does that mean I have to quit? If these other jerks can’t figure out how I pull the rabbit out of the hat, does that mean I have to put away my hat, to placate them?”. “No babe.... I mean I don’t.... No.....It’s just that I thought I should warn you that people are starting to wonder..... . You know wonder if maybe somehow you’re..... well... doing real magic or something” he laughed nervously and wasn’t pleased when Seska wouldn’t meet his eyes. _ Seska the Russian Queen of Escape _ was hiding something and his stomach was burning with the worry about what it might be. “I don’t do MAGIC! They are just illusions Okay??!!” Seska said the words like she was dropping individual stones in a pool. Seska Parker fingered the fur on the collar of the jacket she always wore onto stage. It was cut in the old Cossack style and gave her the exaggerated Russian air that Wally liked to promote. Whipping it off and showing the leather and chain outfit beneath always got a gasp and a cheer from the crowd. Giving Wally a sad glance over her shoulder she said “Listen Wally I’m tired and I don’t want to talk about this right now.” “Yeah.... Right. I just thought you should know... cause like people are talking and ....well talk can hurt as well as help us. I just thought.... well think about it.... Okay” Wally just ran down. Seska would do what Seska wanted to do. He considered making up some rumors to explain the quality of her magic and why she didn’t use any assistants, but he couldn’t think of a single truly believable rumor. The rumors he was hearing were bad enough. “She trained with Dr. Strange! She does real magic. She has a demon familiar from Merlin”. If they could be proven, then he and Seska would be in criminal lawsuits up to their necks. There were laws against the use of real magic for performance purposes. It was considered both too dangerous for entertainment uses and unfair to the non-talented. Walking out of Seska’s dressing room he glanced back just long enough to see her sitting in front of her makeup mirror. She was looking intently at herself. * I hope she sees more answers there than I do * he thought while shaking his head and softly closing the door behind him. Seska had heard the door close. Bringing her arms up before her face she gazed at herself between her wrists and fists. “You want to know where my props go Wally? I wish I knew.” As fast as she could imagine them a pair of thumb cuffs appeared on her thumbs and clicked down tight. A pair of heavy duty manacles appeared on her wrists and gleamed, like polished silver. She gave her hands a yank to prove to herself that the bindings were real and not just an illusion. She could still see her face reflected back at her though. With a mental twitch she imagined some chain. With a jingle and a thump her elbows settled to the table as yards of shiny chain with multiple padlocks holding it in place appeared on her arms, binding them together and making it impossible to see past, to her anguished expression. With a disgusted snort she made it all disappear again; back to wherever it came from. Glancing at the mannequin she kept hanging in the corner she quickly encased it in tight leather bondage clothing, then rope, then chains, then a cage, and then an air tight Adamantium box around that. She hadn’t even broken a sweat. With a mental wave she dismissed them all. Staring at the desk beside her she tried to make an apple appear. A piece of paper. A single grain of sand. Anything that wasn’t a restraint or method of physically controlling the freedom of someone else. As always she failed. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and dripped down her cheeks. * It had been so nice. Her time on stage. Delighting and thrilling the audiences. The applause. The children’s wide eyed wonder.... and now it was all going to end. * she thought with despair. * I’m sorry I can’t create illusions! I’m just tricking you into thinking that I’m doing magic. I’m just a mutant and I have a power. .. Why can’t that be enough? Why is it some crime? *. Her thoughts of her own alleged crime made her think of Cal for some reason. She had been dating Cal steadily for three weeks now and even though she found him an attentive listener and great lover; she worried that there was something sinister about him. She really didn’t know enough about him. He worked for the Luxor in some management capacity. She had met him after one of her midnight performances and he had been lavishing gifts and attention on her ever since. She couldn’t afford to let people too close to her and Cal seemed to understand and even be attracted to her aloof manner. There was no denying his skills when it came to pleasuring a woman. She had accused him in jest once of being a member of the KKK because he was a Wizard under a sheet. After a brief flash of concern and grim humor which he wouldn’t explain he had proceeded to drive her to ecstasy repeatedly. It was during those warm lazy times after their lovemaking that Seska felt the urge to tell Cal the truth about herself. He was so loving and open about his own past. He had related his time with the Army and later a militia; his small criminal record, even his relations to a few known gangster types. She sometimes felt pressured by his honesty to be honest in return. Maybe that was the part that worried her. Anything that seemed to influence her towards honesty was not to be trusted. * I hate living a lie *. Her conscience was right there with the answer though. * If you don’t like lies, you should have been honest back in Nogales when that bastard tried to rape you. * * I couldn’t control my powers then! I didn’t mean to kill him. I didn’t know how to make any of the stuff that was strangling him go away! It just kept appearing... more and more and more until he was buried in chains and cuffs and rope and gags and ..... I DIDN’T KNOW!!!! What was I supposed to do??? Say “I’m sorry I killed him, I’m a mutant, so it doesn’t count”. * More tears fell. Tears for the young high school girl that had thought it was safe to hitchhike. Tears for the awful rape. Tears for the innocence ripped away. Somewhere inside of Seska there was even a tear for the beast that had attacked her and then paid for his mistake with his life when her mutant power had manifested uncontrollably for the first time. She had run away, and in many ways she had been running and trying to escape her past and mutancy ever since. Sarah Planter had disappeared that night never to be heard from again. Ten month’s later Seska Parker was waitressing during the day and winning talent competitions as an escape artist and illusionist at night. All the successes and failures since had led her to this day. Another day closer to discovery... and then???? She just didn’t know. Rousing herself she wiped her eyes dry and stripped off her costume. She had a dinner date with Cal to look forward too. Even though she was still worried about how much longer she could hide her powers and keep her job; she appreciated the time that she had with Cal. It was her chance to be normal. She pretended to be a normal young woman and he was a mans man. Together they were playing the games that men and women always played. Maybe he wasn’t Mr. Right, but he made her feel special and appreciated for herself and not her growing celebrity. She had to admit she looked forward to another lusty session of sex too. Cal had mentioned that he had reserved a exclusive suite at the Luxor just for their private enjoyment for the evening. -- “Cal honey what are you doing in there? A girl doesn’t like to be left naked in bed just when things are heating up you know!” Seska called from the center of the huge silk sheeted bed. After a glorious meal served in the suite; they had enjoyed some talk on the couch. The wine and soft music had lead them to some delicious snuggling and kissing and eventually here to the bedroom. Cal had been doing a wonderful job of undressing and kissing her body when he had suddenly excused himself and rushed into the bathroom. Looking at the mirrored wall behind which Cal had disappeared Seska did a couple of sexy porno poses on the bed. In a playful mood she cast smoky glances at the wall where Cal had disappeared and then stuck her tongue out at him, wherever he was. She was feeling very randy and couldn’t wait for Cal to get back. He was a master of oral sex and he had worked her to a state where she was a little desperate for his tongue on and in her. She felt lucky sometimes that her awful initiation into sex had never seemed to impact her libido in the slightest. She admitted to herself that she was a horny so-and-so. If the asshole hadn’t tried to get rough, she probably wouldn’t have .... * Well there was no use thinking about that *. She had tried both sides of the street and found pleasure and satisfaction of varying degrees at both markets. In her current mood she wouldn’t have said no to Cal if he had suggested a threesome or even a foursome. Worrying about her mutancy being discovered had for some reason always been a huge aphrodisiac to her. It scared her and worried her and made her feel totally exposed but at the same time it aroused her. She snorted and tried to dismiss her own evaluation of her peculiar nature. “Cal honey.... wipe it, shake it... whatever you need to do.. do it and get your sweet butt back out here before I go for a walk to find someone interested in my young carcass.” Over the sound of the toilet flushing, Cal reappeared. Seska admired his six foot four frame and the fine chiseled muscles of his body. His brown hair and mustache, and his boyish smile made him look like a young Tom Selleck. She could see that he was hiding something in one of his hands. As he approached she arched her back to give him a good look at her 37C’s and also to make out what he was hiding. A blindfold!!!? “Who’s that for champ?” she inquired with a sexy leer. She let her eyes linger on his erect prick long enough for him to see her looking and smile. Laying down on the bed beside her, Cal kissed her in the on the collar bone and smiled as a shiver passed through her frame. “It’s for me actually. What say we blindfold me and then I just let you do whatever you want.” he said while slowly trailing hot wet kisses up her throat. His hands were drifting up and down her sides giving her shuddering little flickers of pleasure. He paused beside her ear just long enough to reassure her “I know you aren’t into bondage babe, but the thought of you restraining me a bit and then having your kinky way with me, is a little bit of a fantasy of mine. You don’t mind do you?” Sliding his tongue into her ear he let his hand drift between her legs. His finger was soon gliding slowly up and down her slit as he slyly tried to convince her to play his little game. “Well if you consider a blindfold ‘bondage’ stud you haven’t seen enough of my show.” Seska said in a quavering voice. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the fire in her pussy. “If it’s okay with you it’s okay with me love. If you like this, maybe I’ll try some real restraints on you some time.” Seska was surprised and pleased to see that Cal’s prick was already fully hard. Sometimes it seemed to take him awhile to become fully aroused. She was glad he had remembered her own dislike of being bound or restrained. The fact that he was seemingly turned on just at the thought of her blindfolding him might not be terribly healthy for their relationship, but she was willing to see what it might lead to. “Let’s just see how this goes first. If we both like it maybe you can do some magic and really bind me down. I really want to see what it’s like to be helpless to such a beautiful sexy woman” Cal said with a lusty twinkle in his eye. “Get with the program than ‘slave boy’... hand me that thing and lets get going. I have some ideas for what I’m going to do to you and have you do. You poor helpless thing you” Seska said with a smile and laugh in her voice. She began to tie the wide thick blindfold into place. Running her long red finger nails over his chest she decided to make some rules to increase Cal’s fun in this game he wanted to play. Once he couldn’t see, his hands immediately came up and began searching for her. “Unhh unhh uhhh... naughty naughty” she said while avoiding his waving hands. “You lay down on the center of the bed. I want you quiet. I want you obedient. I want you not to speak or move unless I give you permission.” Cal got a look on his face like he might get balky and resist all these orders, but then he dipped his head to silently acknowledge that she was in control and he laid down. Seska was a little surprised at how aroused she got as Cal made a sexy display of stretching his hands and legs out until he was a sexy male ‘X’ in the center of the bed. He was play acting as if he was actually tied to the corner posts. The muscles in his chest and thighs rippled in a delightful way as he mimed pulling on invisible bonds. Seska almost made some real silken ropes or chains appear. She held back because she wasn’t sure how she would explain their sudden appearance to Cal. It was obvious from his arousal and attempts to submerge himself in the fantasy of female bondage that Cal wouldn’t be displeased if she did though. “That’s a good little helpless slave boy” she said as she crawled onto the bed. She knew what she wanted first. She was dripping wet with arousal. Watching Cal’s tongue darting out to lick his dry lips and then disappear again was driving her up the wall. Straddling his head, facing his erection, she slowly lowered herself until her sex was mere centimeters from Cal’s lips and tongue. “Don’t move or do anything else until I tell you to slave boy” she said. She could feel the wetness leaking out of her pussy and nearly dripping off her thin fleshy pink lips. Leaning over till she could see down between her legs and adjust her movements she began a slow teasing dance. Cal’s nostrils flared as she slowly brought her crotch closer and closer. She liked teasing him and herself this way. It was really turning her on. She felt the tip of Cal’s nose brush against her wetness. “Ummmnnnhhh” she moaned. Tilting her hips and rocking them a bit she let her wet lips brush against Cal’s quivering mouth. “You like that slave boy, don’t you? Like my wet cunny on your hot mouth, don’t you”. The groan from Cal’s lips was matched by the jerking motion of his painfully erect cock lifting up above his tight stomach muscles. She continued to teasingly rub and touch his lips and nose with her sex. Eventually she had him extend his tongue and hold it as rigid and motionless as he could. She sexually tortured both of them as she refused to let him lick her as he wanted to. Instead she used his tongue like a tiny dildo and drew her drenched cunt back and forth across it. When she felt close to coming she quickly reached over to the ice bucket on the night stand. Snatching up to moon shaped cubes she popped them into her mouth. In a sultry voice of command she told Cal “Get your tongue to work on me lover boy, I’m going to give you the freezer burn off your life. She gasped as she let he cunt settle onto Cal’s suddenly hyperactive lips and tongue. Dropping her body onto his she swiftly captured and engulfed his hot prick flesh in her mouth, never breaking the contact between her creaming sex and Cal’s pleasurable attack. Cal arched his back in ecstasy and shock as her cold tongue whipped around his cock tip. She loved the taste of his meaty pole at it seemed to throb and grow even hotter in her mouth. She was moaning loudly and slurping up and down his length when he broke the rules. Seemingly unable to control himself Cal’s hands rose from the bed. One grabbed her ass and pushed her sex down into even more intimate contact with his lips. The other seemed to be searching up her back to find her head and possibly force her to mouth fuck his aching prick. Even as Seska enjoyed the jagged thrill of her own orgasm she decided to punish Cal for using his hands. With the blindfold firmly in place Cal couldn’t see anything. He guessed from Seska’s labored breathing and breathy moans on his cock that she had already come. Her twirling tongue and the contrast of hot mouth and cold ice had him on the verge of his own orgasm. * If only she would......!!!!!!! *. In shock he felt something suddenly wrapped tightly around his wrists. One second nothing and the next it felt like he was wearing leather sweatbands. As he felt his hands being bound and then quickly dragged helplessly above his head and secured to the headboard, he lost all control. * This was what he had been waiting and hoping for. * His prick exploded with pleasure and Seska lips and hands both began to work furiously at his rod. He pumped his hips up and yanked at the bounds on his wrists testing their strength to restrain him. He was trapped and helpless and nothing could have made him happier. His cum spurt out of his cock in gobs and Seska vacuumed up every drop. Seska reversed herself on the bed and laid down with the blindfolded and bound man. She caressed his chest. She admired his hard sweaty muscles and the way the ropes and leather cuffs, seemed to look perfect on him. She smiled at the contented sexy smile on Cal’s lips. She would have to convince him that she had hidden the cuffs and rope while he was in the bathroom and quickly applied them when he had misbehaved by moving his hands without her permission. “Cal” she whispered in his ear. Her hand began to lovingly stroke his still firm prick. She hoped that he would want more, as she did. “Hmmm?” “Cal? Do you mind... the .... well the cuffs and stuff” she asked hesitantly. She was encouraged and a little surprised when she felt his prick quickly coming to full erection again. * Cal has never been this turned on before * she thought. “No babe... Makes me horny like nobodies business. You do whatever you want to me hon. I trust you. Now I’ll be quiet and you do whatever you’d like to me.” he said in a dreamy voice of lust and sex drenched anticipation. Seska thought about it for a moment. She decided to go along with Cal’s demands. She had some ideas for how she could bind him but she needed him unable to see for the first part. Stepping off the bed she made ankle cuffs and additional rope appear in her hand after making some rustling noises over near her large purse. * Let him assume I carry all this stuff with me. I can always claim they are props from the act. * Walking back to the bed she swiftly attached the cuffs and drew his legs tightly apart. His cock was at full mast again and she felt a spiky thrill as she imagined draining the hot cum in his balls up into her tight wetness. Now that he was truly bound and helpless to move or touch her she felt a secret thrill of power. “Cal honey you promised not to move and then you did.” she reminded him. “I’ve solved that problem. Now you’ve promised to be quiet and I’m not sure I can trust you. Hmmm what should I do? Oh I know.” Seska said with a playful tone in her voice. A special gag with a large leather bladder, that she had seen a picture of in a magazine once appeared in her hand. Standing over Cal’s head her eyes danced with merriment as she told him to open his mouth. Leaning over she let him lick and suckle at each of her nipples for a moment before pulling them away with a shivery sigh of pleasure. “Open wide Love” she told him. Cal obediently opened his mouth again, expecting more tit flesh to suck. Seska pushed the bladder into his mouth and pulled the strap tight around his head before he could react. Over his muffled protests she then removed his blindfold. Seska was shocked and then incredibly turned on by the blazing challenge she saw in Cal’s eyes. * He was loving this * and she had to admit that she was turned on too. Cupping her breast and stroking her own nipples in a slutty way she gave Cal a pout. “I’m sorry Cal baby did you think I was going to let you suck my titties all day. You just lay back and think ‘hard’ thoughts. I’m going to put my horny little bondage toy through his paces. I plan on riding you hard and putting you away wet studly”. Straddling his hips she caressed his dick and aimed it up into her juicy wet pussy. Her breathing was strained. She felt near to an orgasm already, just from the fixed and intense way that Cal was watching her every move. Sinking down on to his pole she groaned and tossed her head wildly throwing her hair around like an auburn tornado. Cal ground his eyes closed for just a second as Seska’s wet tight sleeve engulfed him. His tongue fought with the mass in his mouth to articulate his pleasure. Almost against his will his eyes snapped open again as Seska squeezed him tightly with her vaginal muscles. He was totally helpless and incapable of interfering with Seska’s actions in any way. He was carried away in a haze of glorious lustful yearnings that twisted his mind like a psychedelic drug. Seska eventually tired of the slow ecstasy she was achieving by stroking Cal’s length into and out of her body in measured pulses. The desire to feel his cream filling her became overwhelming. She placed her hands on Cal’s shoulders and gripped tightly. Nipping at his teats with her teeth she began fucking back and down onto his meat with increasing speed and pressure on both of them. From his groans of pleasure and the way his hips were jerking into her, Seska knew that Cal was enjoying their little bondage fantasy almost as much as she was. In her mind she had stopped thinking and was mindlessly chanting in rhythm to her bouncing hips. * Fuck him, fuck him, use him, fuck him, fuck him, use him, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck him, fuck him, use him, fuck him, fuck him, use him, gonna cum, gonna cum GONNA Cum! GONNA CUM NOW*. “Aiiiieeeeeee annhhh annhhhh aiiiieeeee!!!” Seska cried out as she felt her orgasm crash over her. Inside she felt the hot jets of Cal’s sperm spraying. Cal’s body went almost totally rigid as a muffled yell tried to escape the swollen leather ball in his mouth. Every element of the whole situation seemed to add to the total pleasure that Seska was enjoying. She wondered briefly what kind of kinky bitch she was but she admitted, that at the moment, she was too high on sex and too tired to care. Collapsing across Cal’s sweaty chest, she felt her breasts pressed to his, the air gasping in and out of both their straining lungs. When they had both recovered sufficiently Seska removed all of the bondage apparatus from Cal. She leaned in to kiss his lips after helping him remove the gag. It upset her a bit when he ducked her lips and climbed off the bed. At her hurt look he said, “Just a sec babe, my mouth tastes like shit at the moment, but I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom before she could say anything in response. Over the sounds of him moving around in the bathroom she said “Sorry about that. I’ve been carrying that thing around for a while and I’ve never used it before. I didn’t know that the gag would absorb all of your saliva and expand like that. I hope it didn’t stretch your jaw too much??” From the bathroom she heard Cal grumble something and then say “Don’t worry about it, Sexy, all’s fair in love and war as the saying goes”. [KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK] “I’ll get it” Seska called to Cal, “it’s probably room service. I called earlier and asked for champagne and strawberries”. From the bathroom Cal made another noncommittal noise. * How long does it take you to rinse? * Seska thought as she slipped on a robe and walked to the door. Opening the door, Seska was glad to see the female room service steward with the cart and her order waiting. Turning her back to the young women she reached for her purse for a tip. Motioning with her hand she said, “just leave it anywhere here and thanks for delivering it on time”. She registered but ignored that the girl had not responded with anything but a smile as she wheeled the iced champagne over towards the wet bar. She found a five and was about to present it to the girl when she realized that two more young women were now standing in the doorway. The young steward totally ignored her, instead looking at the pale black haired girl, in the door. “Will there be anything else?” she asked. Making eye contact with Seska the black haired girl, who seemed a little younger than her, gave a quirky little grin and then casually ordered the steward to open the champagne. “Who are you and what are you doing in my room?” Seska asked suspiciously. Cal’s voice echoed out of the bedroom. “Seska? Is there a problem?” The second girl, who had some strange sort of salt and pepper hair, spoke up before Seska could answer. “I apologize for this. My friend and I have been looking for you and we got a lead that you might be here. I can see that we’ve come at a bad time. If possible I would like to leave our phone and room number and possibly you could.......”. Seska was confused, by these young women suddenly showing up on her doorstep but was even more startled by what happened next. Cal stepped into the room holding a gun out in front of him. “What the fuck is going on here!” he exclaimed angrily. “What are you trying to pull, Seska?” he turned on her accusingly. “Are these ‘friends’ of yours” he asked in a mean tone. Seska was baffled. What the hell was going on? Where had Cal gotten the gun from? Why was he so upset by these two girls? Maybe they were weird for just walking in like they had but that didn’t mean he had to kill them. Most confusing of all; why did Cal assume she was trying to ‘pull something’? “Bree” the shorter, white haired girl said. “Gotcha” the pale black haired girl replied as if having received directions. Cal suddenly started to sway in place as if he were drunk, and then just as quickly he shook it off. Turning he put the gun down as if unsure why he had it in his hand. Looking at Cal, Seska watched his body language undergo a metamorphosis. From tense anger and suspicion towards herself and the strange women he went directly to calm happy acceptance. Seska felt like grabbing her jaw and closing her own mouth. She was sure that it was hanging open. “What the fuck is going on here” she said in an intense voice. She gathered her power ready to bind and restrain anyone that tried to hurt her. * Something fucking crazy was happening here *. “Liv, I got a read on this guy and your not going to ...”. “Just a second Bree” the white haired girl interrupted “I’ve got to make sure that Miss Parker understands that you have haven’t hurt anyone. Miss Parker my name is Olivia Yuan and this is my friend Sabrina Killabrough. We....” “Hell Liv don’t pussy foot around it this time. We lost that kid up in Pennsylvania cause you wanted to be so damn careful.” Turning to face Seska head on the girl, Bree?, said to Seska “Listen sister, here’s a newsflash. Your a mutant. We’re mutants and your fucking boy friend over there is a member of the god damned......”. Seska’s panicked mind went into overdrive. She had feared that other mutants might come after her someday. Before the girl could say another word Seska started using her power. A strange helmet appeared on both the girls heads, locked on and completely encasing every part of the their faces but their mouths. Both the girls crumpled to the ground as manacles, ropes and chains appeared all over their bodies. She hoped and prayed that neither of the girls had super strength. “Come on Cal we have to get out of here!” she nearly screamed at her lover. The girl had said they were both mutants and called her a mutant in front of Cal. She looked towards him fearfully in case his face was full of revulsion at knowing her secret. Instead of revulsion Cal’s face was full of concern and unhappiness. Instead of coming with her to run and leave the room he went towards the bound girls as if to free them. The little Mexican girl that had delivered the champagne went to help him. In both of their eyes was a strange mixture of horror and anger that the dark haired girl was being hurt. Cal began working at the fittings on the buzz box that encased the girls head. Seska had read about these bondage devices in a book once and been able to summon them ever since. They were nasty pieces of work. Each of the girls was suffering an input barrage that made thinking almost impossible. Piercing tones were blasting in their ears. Strobing lights exploded before their eyes; visible even when their eyelids were closed. Small electrical charges randomly stung them. She had hoped that the light, sound and electrical attack would incapacitate the mutants so that they couldn’t use their powers, whatever they were, on her and Cal. “Cal leave them alone and come with me.” she nearly begged. Cal’s face whipped around and looked at her like she was some stranger. “You hurt Sabrina! You are bad! You shouldn’t hurt Sabrina.” The other girl gave up her attempts to free the girl and launched herself at Seska. “You let her go, you bitch! You let her go now.” Seska barely had time to make leg irons and then handcuffs and a gag appear on the girl before she was fighting off Cal’s attack. His fist just missed her head in a wild swing that would have broken her jaw had it connected. With a wail of despair Seska bound Cal with chains and locks. He fell to his back under their weight and Seska immediately made bolted rings appear in the floor which his chains were instantly attached to. Crying into her hands she started towards the still open door. Her only thoughts were of escape. Reaching the door though she looked back. Tears poured down her cheeks. She slammed the door closed and fell heavily on her butt unable to take another step. The world had stopped making sense and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to live another minute if things were this fucked up. “Puh Puh Pl Pleaasee Please make it stop!!!” the white haired girl finally managed to put together the words. Both of the girls were twitching in their restraints as small electrical charges where zapping into their heads, furthering their disorientation. Seska let them twitch. For five minutes she sat and watched their suffering. Finally when her own tears seemed to have stopped flowing and she could breath without her nose clogging up again, she decided she wanted some answers. Gesturing at the young woman who had called herself Olivia she made the buzz box disappear and replaced it with a gag. Pulling the girls bound body over towards her Seska let Olivia’s head rest on her knees while she examined her face. Her calm cold manner, promised renewed mayhem if she was displeased. Seska waited till the girl had recovered a bit and then began asking questions. Gesturing towards the still convulsing Sabrina with her head Seska said, “She’s Sabrina and your Olivia and you just fucked up my life. Tell me in tiny words what you did to my boyfriend and why I shouldn’t kill you?”. With a pop the gag disappeared from Olivia’s mouth. Seska was happy to see that this woman was scared of her. She hoped that meant that there wouldn’t be any more surprises. Coughing and trying to get some saliva into her mouth Olivia said “Sa.. Sabrina’s power is to template people and make them obey her. Could you please let her....”. Seeing the suspicion and anger in Seska’s face Liv conceded that it was unlikely that Seska wanted Bree free and able to think clearly. “I can analyze any system or process for strength’s and weaknesses with superhuman precision and accuracy.” “Bitches!” Seska’s hand connected with the softness of Olivia’s face with a satisfying solidness as she slapped her three times. Screaming down at the girl she nearly lost it and killed her right then. “Your fucking friend, waltzes in here and mind controls my boyfriend and this other poor girl, like they are her personal property. Then she declares me a mutant and when I try to defend myself she has Cal try to take my head off. You had better find some god damned great words, Right now!, that are going to convince me why I shouldn’t put you both on a rack and rip you in half. “Please listen to me” Olivia said with an earnest tone to her voice. She began to explain what she and Sabrina had been trying to do and why they had come to her. As Olivia’s voice grew stronger, Seska anger and fear eventually lessened and finally disappeared. What Olivia was saying made so much sense. Just listening to her voice was like receiving a full body massage. Her words eased her fears. Olivia’s idea’s crept into her mind and helped her see how wrong she had been to react so violently. At one point she felt a bit trapped and controlled by Olivia’s words. It was almost as if Olivia was controlling her thoughts. Seska’s powers seemed to want her to resist the mental entrapment. It was a very close thing. Her power was just about to kick in and throw off the mental bindings that Olivia seemed to be restraining her will with. Olivia seemed to feel or anticipate this and with a rush she completed convincing Seska to not fight her just before Seska’s power could activate. “I don’t want to fight you Olivia” Seska said happily. It was so much better knowing that Olivia and Sabrina were going to be her friends. With a wave she made all the restraints on Liv and Bree disappear. “I hope I didn’t hurt you guys too much. It was really a shock when you guys came in and then Cal was acting so strange. I still don’t understand that”. In Sabrina’s eyes, as she looked over at Seska, was a new wariness. She was pleased that Liv had been able to convince Seska to be on their side but she never wanted another one of those helmet things anywhere near her ever again. Catching Liv’s eye she said “I was trying to tell you about Cal when the roof fell in.” Including the now smiling and seemingly friendly Seska in the discussion she addressed them both. “He’s with Friends of Humanity! He was setting her up!” “What! Friends of ??? Do you mean the anti-mutant group? That’s not possible. Cal doesn’t hate me! We’ve made love. I think I’d know if he thought I was some disgusting inhuman creature.”. Even with Liv’s convincing Seska wasn’t ready to accept what Sabrina was saying. With a wave she removed all the chains and apparatus from Cal. Like a happy puppy he bounced up and went to Sabrina to insure that she was alright. As Cal fawned over her, Bree felt a little sick to her stomach. “Look I don’t want to hurt you.” she told Seska, ignoring Cal, “but when I template someone I pick up all their surface thoughts and recent memories. When Cal charged out here in his underwear, his mind was still full of his latest plan. In a paranoid moment he thought you had betrayed him to your ‘mutant’ friends. He was worried that you might want more sex and his supply of the drug that forces him to get aroused around you, is getting low. After all you are a diseased animal in his thoughts. He was very happy that he had tape, from the secret setup in the bathroom, of you using your power. He’s some third tier commander in the FoH and he was going to drug and present you to his buddies during the convention at the end of the month. You were going to be the center piece of a lynching and he was going to win a lot of praise for tracking, exposing and bringing an Alpha level mutant like you down.” Cal was busily massaging Sabrina’s shoulders, unconcerned that the asshole that they were talking about was him. He knew somehow that Sabrina was very angry with him and he hoped that she would let him please her in some way. “Cal can’t lie to me” Sabrina said to Seska’s still pain wracked and disbelieving face. “Cal” she called him around before her. “Tell Seska exactly how you truly feel about her and what you have been planning. With a joyous smile for the opportunity to so easily serve and please Sabrina, Cal began a ten minute dissertation on how he had planned to trap and eventually kill Seska. Seska had freed the maid during this horror story and Sabrina sent the innocent girl back to her work. Olivia stopped listening after awhile. Moving about the suite she collected all of Cal’s proof of Seska’s mutancy from his secret storage places. When she returned she found Bree hugging the beautiful auburn haired girl. Bree was murmuring in Seska’s ear, telling her that things were going to be alright. Seska was in shock. Staring without really seeing she winced with pain each time Cal casually described another way in which he had betrayed her trust and used her for his own bigoted purposes. Luckily he had kept his knowledge to himself. He had planned her destruction to be a surprise which he would get all the credit for. “We need to get her back home with us” Liv said to Bree finally coming in as Cal finished with his gruesome tale. “I don’t know any way other than direct ‘convincing’ to remove the pain she’s feeling right now. Maybe with time Kim you and I can help her recover from what this bastard has done to her, but there isn’t anything we can do with her that will totally remove the pain he has inflicted.” “Cal stay here!” Sabrina ordered. Helping the other woman to her feet Sabrina and Liv helped Seska up. After walking her back into the bedroom, Sabrina stripped her naked and then helped her dress. Bree couldn’t help admiring her much more voluptuous body. It was hurtful to both Liv and Bree that cruel circumstances had smothered the joyous flame of this vibrant young woman. Even as Bree dressed her, Seska was stumbling about like a puppet woman that had no will and no concept of its future. Liv thought a little shock treatment might be necessary. She should have used her analysis powers to get an idea of how best to treat Seska’s condition. Instead she raised her hand to slap her. Even as the hand was moving towards Seska’s bare cheek, Seska looked up and her eyes blazed. Faster than Liv or Bree could react Liv’s arm was encased in skin tight latex. In a flash her entire body was covered in black shiny latex. Her arms were sealed to her sides and her legs were joined in plastic at the knee and ankle. Her head was totally covered with a latex hood that only left an opening for her nose and eyes. Raising a finger and pointing it at Sabrina as if it was a gun she said in an angry voice, she warned, “Don’t you try it”. “I would consider your templates as being restraints and I make restraints disappear. I might make the template disappear and then again it might be the templator. So don’t even think about it”. Turning to the trussed and protesting Olivia she put her hands on her hips as if getting ready to discipline a naughty child. “You can do more than just analyze can’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, but Olivia slowly nodded her head with a bit of a guilty look. “You can hypnotize and convince with your voice right!” Seska was tired of being the victim and as of right now it was going to stop if she had anything to say about it. “You convinced me to see you two as friends and trust you. Well okay I trust you now but don’t you ever do that number on me again. I will not be you two’s mind controlled slave. I think I can resist you now that I know. You really don’t want to piss me off. You just remember that these” and with a snap two metal collars with high tech readouts and locks appeared in her hand, “...Genoshian Slave collars are just a second away from taking your abilities away if I want them to.”. Now here’s what were going to do. I want you to really convince the hell out of the rat fuck, Cal out there, that he is a mutant, and that anyone that looks at him will know it. He’ll never be able to go near his fucking buddies in the FoH again. With any luck he’ll hate himself so fucking much he’ll off himself eventually. First though, he should have some time to be miserable and hated and fearful of being exposed. “Next we collect my stuff and we blow this Popsicle stand.” Tears began to run down her face as she once again faced the end of her life to that point. With an angry sniff she shook herself and seemed to resolve herself to getting on with her life. “Then we go to this headquarters of yours and I get some private time to sort all this shit out.” Addressing both the girls she said with cold certainty “You wanted me in your group, you got me. But it’s going to be on my terms. I can see the advantages of what your trying to put together. I don’t want to lead so it’s fine with me if you two make most of the decisions, but I want to be consulted about, not told what I think, from now on. “ With a gesture she returned the gasping Olivia to her former, unbound state and made the repugnant slave collars also disappear. “What will it be??!!” she challenged them. Four hours later they were unloading a taxi at the Las Vegas Airport. Sabrina was chatting up Seska and Olivia as usual was analyzing their choices. As they trotted up the causeway, towards the Learjet that Liv had convinced a business man in the lobby of the Luxor to loan them, Seska was bemusedly fielding Bree’s five hundredth question on the sexual uses and possibilities of her mutant powers. “So could you like make a chastity belt with a vibrating dildo appeee e errrr ahhh in in ahjhhhhhh oooohhhh!!!” Sabrina fell behind the other two women for a few seconds but quickly caught up with a sexy smirk for both of them. “Oh darling, I can’t wait for you to meet Kimmie we are all going to have so much fun.”. Olivia smiled in agreement. Inside though, there was a frown. They were four now. Twinkie, Empress, The Analyst and Restraint but she wasn’t totally happy with how these searches were progressing. Two joiners, four non useful powers, one that couldn’t be found and one that they had scared that had turned into Plasma Lad and then disappeared with a bang. This last attempted recruiting with Seska/Sarah had been very close to being a deadly disaster. She planned to make their next acquisition safer and easier. Bending all her attention to the task and considering all that she knew about the next candidate, Roger Kenner, she began to analyze and plan. * How do you catch a flying God? Hmmm??? * To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::