Posted on 2015-09-19 00:25:41
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The Huntress and the Rose: Taken In

Previously: Following her latest failed attempt at catching Gotham's mysterious new jewel thief, Helena Bertinelli heads back home only to find the equally mysterious Rose waiting for her inside.

Warning: Another long story ahead


'...It's good to see you again, Helena. Welcome home.'

The words seemed to hang in Helena's mind, obstructing any attempt to gather her thoughts into anything resembling coherence as she stood, dumbstruck, staring at the beautiful figure standing in the doorway.

"R-rose?” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest as she took in the vision before her. Long auburn mane cascading down her shoulders and back and hazel eyes glittering behind a delicate mask of flower petals, the barest of nods toward maintaining the woman's air of mystique without in any way obscuring her features, the woman would have been unmistakable even if she hadn't spent hours on end listening to that enchanting voice over the last few weeks, “When... How did you get in here?” she managed, finally, to squeeze out.

Standing in the door to the hotel suite she was 'sharing' with a pair of rich visitors from out of town, both carefully tucked away in bed with instructions not to wake until morning, Rose let out a warm, delighted chuckle as she looked over the flustered mafia-princess-turned-heroine. “You left me your keys, sweetie...” she lied easily, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she reached out a gloved hand to gently brush an errant lock of raven hair off of Helena's forehead, “Remember?”

"I...” Helena breathed, her attention so torn between Rose's captivating hazel eyes, the soft velvet of her voice voice, and the warm smoothness of her touch that she could barely make out the words, “Don't...” She hesitated, her brow knitting. It felt... wrong, somehow, to come even this close to contradicting the lovely hypnotist's words, “...Not really?” she added, looking down, suddenly uncertain.

"I know.” Rose's smile deepened. Cupping the raven haired beauty's chin in her hand, she lifted her her head to once again transfix Helena's blue eyes with her own. “You weren't supposed too.”

"I...” Helena began again, blushing furiously, biting her lip in distress even as the hypnotist words sent a wave of relief coursing through her as her world slowly starting making sense again. “But... why?”

"Because you're cute when you're helpless.” Rose grinned, letting the words hang in the air between them.

'I'm... cute when I'm helpless...' Helena couldn't help but repeat the thought over and over to herself, her heart hammering in her chest and her face burning. For a moment, all she wanted to do was to fall to her knees and show the woman just how helpless she could be, but Rose's hand still held her chin up, and breaking away from it was... unthinkable. 'I'm so helpless I can't even kneel...' The thought sent shivers down her spine.

"Mmmm...” Rose's voice drew her slowly back to reality, “You'd better come inside, dear.” She purred, her mischievous grin somehow seeming proprietary, “I want to have you all to myself tonight...” she added, her eyes hooding as she took a slow step backward, and without a second thought, Helena followed.




Seated on her bed in the suite's master bedroom, Rose smiled at the dazed heroine beside her, not quite in a trance but too far lost in her own submission to truly think for herself, and allowed herself a moment to bask in her own satisfaction. Helena had followed her instructions perfectly, delivering herself to the temptress' very door without ever realizing that she was not headed for her own home and her own bed. 'and she brought dinner, too!' she thought, looking at the bag of Indian take-out the Huntress had bought on her way over, her smile widening into an all out grin, 'Some people would kill for a service like this...'

Beside her, Helena let out a soft mewl of happiness, knowing only that Rose seemed pleased, and that this was all that mattered. 'And for this?' she thought, slowly running her fingers through her plaything's black tresses. She left the thought unfinished, knowing firsthand what some might do to have what she was planning to win for herself tonight.

"Enjoying your night so far, pet?” she leaned in, murmuring the words into Helena's ear, her breath warm on the other woman's skin. The wordless moan she got in response was all the confirmation she needed. “Gooood...” she breathed, “Now, in a moment, I'm going to tap your forehead and clear this pretty head of yours. You'll be able to think for yourself again, though you'll still follow all that programming we've worked so hard to put in there... And, for the rest of the night, whenever I touch my fingers to your forehead you will accept whatever I say as if you were in a deep, receptive trance, never really thinking about it when I do. Letting it become just another one of those little hypnotic games you enjoy so much, hmmm?”

In her daze, Helena could only move her head in a slow, almost imperceptible nod. She had the feeling she was waiting for something to happen. Maybe once Rose's voice finished washing through her mind she could remember what it was, but for now trying to hold on to the words seemed like far too much effort. It would be so much easier to just follow.

"Good.” Rose breathed, drawing herself back and gently tapping two fingers against the heroine's forehead, “Time to rise and shine, sweetie!” she announced brightly, chuckling to herself at the sight of Helena blinking in confusion as her suddenly cleared mind tried to take in its surrounding. “Welcome home, Helena.” she said, grinning mischievously as the other woman's sharp blue gaze settled on her, then added “Again.”

"Wooh...” Helena let out a breath, trying to sort out her thoughts while at the same time struggling to contain the fluttering in her stomach at the sudden nearness the woman she's been fantasizing of for almost a month now. 'Last thing I remember,' she thought, 'I somehow managed to lock myself out of the apartment, and then...' she looked up and down the grinning, auburn maned beauty beside her, 'Then... Rose to the rescue again? I guess?' she finished lamely, already feeling the blush rising in her cheeks.

"Rose?” she asked, feeling suddenly sheepish under the crimson clad hypnotist's knowing gaze, “Is that really you?”

"Of course, dear.” Came the answer in an amused, rebuking tone that only caused her blush to deepen, “Were you expecting anyone else?”

"Umm... No... I...” Helena faltered for words, “It's just that... I haven't seen you in almost a month... and... umm... well... whenever I thought about you since, you were wearing what you wore back then... not...” she trailed off helplessly looking at the tight red gown with its pattern of flower petals swirling over the hypnotist's breast and stomach then trailing down the side of her long, clingy skirt.

"Well,” Rose replied, smirking. “I'm sure any woman would love to hear that she had a place in your thoughts, but a girl can hardly go around dressed as the Dread Pirate Rosey 24/7, can she?” she let out a warm chuckle and added, “Not the least because it's damned hard for a pirate named Rosey to inspire any kind of dread whatsoever.”

"Good night Helena. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely have you clucking like a chicken in the morning?” Helena fought to suppress a giggle, “I don't know... it might have worked on me...”

"Oh, sweetie... That is dreadful, alright.” Rose's miles was radiant. “Heh, If I were a morning person, I might have actually given that a try.” she added eyeing the other woman thoughtfully. "But no... I don't really think you're chicken material, Helena...” she said, leaning in closer, “I think something else would suit you much better...”

"Umm... right...” Helena smiled awkwardly, her cheeks still blushing, unable to break contact with Rose's hazel eyes. “Ummm... speaking of chicken...” she said, almost desperately, reaching out to the bagged dinner, “You want some?”

"Ha, Well played, Helena,” Rose laughed, fondly mussing the heroine's hair, “Well played.”

"I bought some chicken madras on the way here.” she said, fishing a steaming cardboard container out of the bag. “Looks like it's still hot too.” she added with a grin as she explored the bag looking for a fork.

"Hmmm... That does sound lovely...” Rose purred, a note of self satisfaction creeping into her tone as she casually placed a finger on Helena's forehead, “But forget about the cutlery, pet. You'd rather eat with your hands...”

"I'd rather...” Helena blinked in confusion, suddenly not quite sure what she'd been doing a moment ago. Shaking her head slowly she shrugged it off. It was probably nothing, “Did you say something?” she asked.

"I asked if you'd pass me a piece.” Rose lied with a smile, her eyes glittering with amusement as she watched Helena casually digging her fingers trough the sauce to fish out a chunk of meat and obediently offer it to her. “Thank you.” she grinned, popping the bit of chicken into her mouth.

"My pleasure.” she replied, raising a curry dripping slice of chicken to her own mouth, her other hand cupped carefully under it to protect the bedsheets, and took a bite. A moment later, her face growing pale, droplets of sweat forming on her furrowed brow, she managed a torturous gulp. “Fuck! That's spicy!” she breathed out in distress, much to Rose's amusement.

"Hmm.... want me to help you with that?” the hypnotist offered, casually chewing and swallowing another bite under Helena's astonished gaze.

"Can you, really?” she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture hope and doubt, “I... didn't think it would be this hot.” she confessed, trying to ignore the burning in her mouth.

"Tsk, Helena, you should know by now...” Rose replied in mock disapproval, “When it comes to your mind, I can do pretty much anything.” she declared, her expressing shifting back into her habitual mischievous grin as she locked Helena's gaze with her own, “Just look into my eyes, and I'll show you.”

Looking deep into the masked hypnotist's eyes, Helena's heart was beating frantically, 'Is she really going to hypnotize me?' she thought, 'Here? Now?Over a bit of overspiced curry?I thoug-' the thought seemed to congeal in her head as she felt the fingers of Rose's hand, the one not covered in curry, brush against her forehead.

"From now on,” Rose announced, still staring into Helena's rapidly glazing eyes, her fingers idly tracing a small spiraling pattern over the heroine's forehead, “you're going to find that madras curry is the perfect accompaniment to whatever it is served with. Its spiciness will not bother you, becoming just a background sensation, easy to ignore beyond the way it brings out the dish's other flavors.” Grinning at Helena's slow nod as her mind accepted the new suggestion, she continued, “However, every mouthful you taste will also make a wave of pleasant submissive bliss wash over your mind as it reminds you of the power I have over you and how wonderfully irresistible you find me.” Another helpless nod, and Rose's grin grew. “And, since we both know you're not going to consciously remember any of what I just said, the next time I snap my fingers you're going to lick your fingers clean, like a good little pet, to show us both how obedient you are when I put your mind into it.”

With that, she draw away her hand, and in a moment Helena's features took on a clear, if somewhat confused, expression, “Well, are you going to?,” the raven haired beauty asked in a mix of apprehension and desire, “Show me, I mean...”

"I most certainly am.” said the hypnotist, containing her amusement, and snapped her fingers.

Immediately, Helena's gaze shot down to her curry stained hands. The sight seemed... offensive somehow. She really needed t get that stuff off her fingers, she decided, and she could think of only one way to do that. Slowly, she raised her hand to her mouth and, steeling herself against the burning pain she knew would soon follow, ran her tongue over her finger in a slow, careful lick.

There was no pain. No burning. Just the taste of herbs and spices and the slightly salty, hard to define taste of her own skin, accompanied by a vague sensation of warmth in her mouth that only served to make everything... better, somehow. 'Thank you, Rose' she offered inwardly, almost in prayer as her eyes closed and she let out a relieved breath, even as she realized she was licking her fingers clean, right in front of the woman. 'Like a good pet...' came the thought as he felt her blush rising again and her heartbeat quickening. 'She thinks I'm cute when I'm helpless...' came another thought, and Helena fought the urge to draw out her cleaning, to show off how obedient she was when she put her mind into it.

Soon, her hands curry-free, Helena was looking languidly at the smiling Rose through hooded eyes, “You know,” she all but purred, “when it isn't burning my tongue raw, this stuff goes really good with fingers...”

"I'm sure it does.” Rose laughed, offering her another mouthful of curry slathered chicken

Closing her moth around it, Helen let out a soft moan as the flavor washed over her again. It tasted... just perfect. 'If that Italian place Babs and Dinah kept raving about back in the day is anything like this,' she mused, 'maybe I should have gone with them... hmmm...' The image of Barbara Gordon and Dinah Lance lounging mindlessly as a cute, conspicuously auburn haired waitress guided them deeper and deeper into a trance crept into her mind. 'No,' she decided, dismissing it. 'That would have been just too silly...'

"So,” Rose's voice interrupted her thought, “A wonderful ending to a perfect day, would you say?”

"Hmmm... Not going to argue about the ending,” Helena replied lazily, nibbling on another bit of chicken Rose held out for her, “but most of the day didn't really go the way I hoped it would...”
"Oh? Still worked up about that thief of yours?” Rose asked sympathetically

"Umm... Yeah... I really thought I had them tonight, but...” she frowned, blushing slightly, “It's like they're playing with me or something. Going right by me without me noticing, leaving me messages on the crime scene after they're gone... It's as if no matter what I try they've already won and they know it...” she looked up at Rose, “If I didn't have you...” she confessed, “I think I might have been going off the deep end by now.”

Rose smiled at her warmly, “I prefer to think of it as me having you,” she said, causing Helena's blush to deepen “but I'm glad it helps. It sounds like you take the whole masked vigilante thing very personally.” she added her tone more inquiring than judgmental.

"Well,” Helena shrugged, “I don't think I've ever heard of anyone who did... the sort of things I do... for impersonal reasons...”

"I see...” Rose sounded contemplative.

"But what about you? Why do you do the things you do?” Helena asked, frowning slightly before she added, “And just what is it you do, anyway?”

"Oh, isn't obvious, sweetie?” Rose laughed, dangling another piece of meat before Helena's eyes, who tracked its movements hungrily “I mess about with people's heads. And they love me for it.”

"Mmhhmm... I can see why they would...” the heroine bit her lip, staring on, “You make it... so easy...” she whispered, the last words coming out almost as a sigh.

"As it should be, dear.” the hypnotist drawled, “Loving me should always be the easiest thing in the world, wouldn't you agree?”

"Yesss...” the word escaped Helena's lips as a whisper.

"Good girl.” Rose smirked, bringing the meat closer to the heroine's face, her smirk transforming into a genuine smile as Helena closed her teeth around it, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused. “Yes, You are good girl.”

'Good girl...' thoughts were running through Helena's head, disjointed, disordered, 'So easy... easiest thing in the world... love... just love Rose... for messing with my head...' her original question, and Rose's evasion of it, already lost in a sea of blissful contentment at the hypnotist's approval.

"It's very important to you, being good. Isn't that what you said?” Rose pushed on, “For deep, personal reasons?”

Helena could only nod. She did say that, didn't she? Or something like it? Whatever she'd said, it must have been close.

"So you're going to do everything you can to love whatever I do to you... and to love me for doing it to you, isn't that right?”

"Yesss...” the word came out something between a moan and a hiss as Helena's eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a blissful smile, knowing Rose was manipulating her, manipulating her thoughts, and loving her for it.

"Oh, I'm so very happy to hear you say that, Helena.” the temptress in red said, caressing the other woman's flushed cheek, eliciting a helpless, desperate moan. “But in a moment, I'm going to clear your head again, so we can continue. You don't mind, do you, dear?”

"Don't mind...” Helena sighed, mindlessly nuzzling the hypnotist's gloved hand, “...Love... Whatever you do... Important to be... good...”

"Good...” said Rose, gently extricating her hand away from Helena's sleepy attentions and snapped her fingers, “Wake up, sweetie!”

Helena's eyes shot open. She didn't know if she could blush anymore furiously than she already have, but she was sure her cheeks were putting out a valiant effort trying. “I'm so sorry! I-I can't believe I just did that!” she stammered apologetically. She wished the earth would open up and sallow her, or that she could just disappear, or that, as a traitorous little voice in the back of her mind was suggesting, she could just bury her face between Rose's breasts in never look up again.

"Did what?” the hypnotist asked, amused.

"Went into a trance in the middle of a conversation like that... again...” Helena looked away, suddenly ashamed, “I... I don't know why it happened... The moment I thought about being hypnotized, and heard your voice... it was like nothing else mattered after that...” she confessed, “Like I knew I would be going under, and all I could do was sit there and wait for it to happen.”

Secretly curious to see where the heroine would take it, Rose just sat there, doing nothing.

"I guess it must be all that time I spent listening to those recorded sessions you gave me? The night we met?” she chewed on her lip, trying to think it through, “Is that it?” she asked, distressed, but not accusing. The idea that all of this could somehow be Rose's fault was... unthinkable. “Did I overdo it? Is that why I can't help but be hypnotized whenever I'm... with you?”

"Oh, sweetie...” Rose said gently, cupping Helena's chin in her fingers and lifting her face to look at her, “I gave you those recording because you needed them...” she lied, flawlessly, “And if you go under so easily around me, well, it must mean you need that too...”

"Need?” Helena asked, confused.

"Need to be hypnotized... Need the world to stop mattering for a while... Need to place yourself completely in the hand of someone you trust...”

"I- I have people I trust. Friends I trust with my life!” Helena protested.

"Yes.” Rose agreed easily, “And if you asked them, and if they had the inclination and the capability, I'm sure you could have the same from them.” she paused, smiling, “I'm only special in your head, Helena, although,” her smile deepened, “that's more than special enough for me...”

Helena found herself speechless. Her eyes had locked onto Roses, seemingly of their own accord, and she was now staring into the depth of those glittering hazel pools surrounded and accented by crimson rose petals. Rose was right, she realized. She couldn't even imagine ever asking this of any of her friends and allies, even the ones she did trust. Whatever the reason, for her, Rose was special.

"For... Both of us...” she whispered, suddenly trembling.

"Then all you need to do,” the temptress leaned closer, her eyes never leaving the heroine's own, her voice low, sensual, and velvet soft, “is let yourself fall... And trust that I will always be there to catch you.”

Helena said nothing. The hammering of her heartbeat had nearly drowned out the other woman's words, and she felt as though she was floating. Floating in Rose's gaze, and on her voice, 'Before I even fell...' came the thought, 'she's already caught me.'

"Just let yourself surrender,” Rose continued, knowing that the heroine was at the very edge of the precipice, “and trust me to help you back when the time is right...”

"Surrender...” Helena intoned breathlessly, her eyes wide, staring, “...trust...”

"It's what you want, isn't it? What you need?”

"Yesss...” the word hissed out through Helena's lips, and she felt something inside her relax and fade away as she admitted it, to Rose and to herself. 'Already caught...' she thought to herself, her lips curling into a helpless, quivering smile.

"Then rest,” the hand that held up her head now pressed her down, down to rest her head in Rose's lap, and Helena let it. She needed to rest, now. “and let yourself relax...”

"Yesss...” she breathed out again, resting her head against the smooth fabric of the hypnotist's dress, and the gentle warmth of the flesh beneath. Free to rest, to relax, to fall.

"Hmmm... There's so much I could do with you right now, My little Helena,” Rose purred, smiling down at her oblivious conquest, “but I'm afraid I'll need both my hands for some of them...” her tone turned playful as she reached the gloved fingers of her left hand, still covered in curry from dinner, down toward the raven haired beauty's face, “...And it just wouldn't do to get my new toy all dirty so soon...”

Down in her lap, Helena's nostrils flared and her breath caught sharply as the by-now familiar scent stirred memories within her... memories, and something else.

"So be a good pet...” Rose's voice washed over her, playful and irresistible, “and lick it clean.”

"Yesss... Mistress.”

to be continued...

Posted on 2015-09-19 09:40:19
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I really REALLY love this, the writing compliments the picture superbly and the story bits are simply too fantastic. I'm going to go read the first three immediately and get caught up but do you have any other writings I could check out after I'm done there?

Posted on 2015-09-19 09:47:16
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This series has been fantastic all the way from the beginning to now and I am sure well beyond this point. I continually keep finding myself looking forward to the next installment. Honestly this is just brilliant and I want to thank you for the work you're putting in to keep the story going!

Posted on 2015-09-19 12:19:52
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Thank you for the encouragement, but, well, other than a few short blurbs attached to some of my recent pictures, this series is pretty much my first attempt at writing... So no, I'm afraid there isn't much else for you to check out ^^;




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