Posted on 2016-05-05 00:31:38
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After half a year of focusing almost entirely on learning animation, I'm afraid I've gotten a little rusty... especially at shading.

At any rate, here's the next chapter of the story:

<<rdishon.deviantart.com/ar...5-Felicity-pt-2-593235661|The Huntress and the Rose: Chapter 5, Felicity (part 2)>>


Helena's phone was ringing. It had been doing so for almost half a minute now while she debated with herself whether she should answer it or not. She was being childish, she knew, but the woman on the other side of that phone... well, maybe avoidance was the best course? No, she decided. It wasn't her fault, the way things turned out in the end. She picked up the phone.

"O.” she began, trying to hide the undertone of bitterness in her voice, “Calling from work?”

"Calling from a phone, Helena.” came Barbara Gordon's long suffering reply, “Do we really have to go through this every single time?”

"You're the one who cut the rest of us loose, O. You get to put up with our grief.” Helena replied coldly, “Fun, isn't it?”

"You know none of the others see it that way, right?” she could hear Barbara's sigh through the speaker.

"I like being special.” she retorted.

"Look, this isn't about that...”

"What is it about, then?” Helena cut her off.

"We... I'm worried about you. Ever since the Birds broke up, you haven't been yourself.”

"Is that so?” Helena tone was more challenging than she'd have like. Unfortunately, the former Batgirl was very good at getting this exact reaction out of her, whether she intended to or not.

"Yes.” Barbara's response was matter-of-factly, “You've thrown yourself into the work. Any work you could find, really. You've been positively obsessed. Then, a week ago, you just stopped. Completely. What happened, Helena?”

"I was taking a break.” she just barely managed to stop herself from snarling the words.

"A break?” she made a dubious sound, “We both know you're not the sort to just look in the mirror one day and say 'That's it, I'm taking a break.' let alone actually go through with it”

"Well, I did.” she insisted. 'For Rose,' she added inwardly, glad that Barbara wasn't there to see her face, 'I did.'

"Helena...” The other woman's sounded tired, “I know you. No matter how much you'd like the rest of us to think of you as some elemental, uncontrollable wild-card, you have your reasons for what you do. For everything you do.” there was a pause. “Just... tell me, please?”

"I...” she began, resigned, “I met a girl. I'm taking a break because she asked me to.” she said, 'That she asked me while we were naked in bed after a night of literally mind-blowing sex, though, is not something you need to know about.'

"A girl?” Barbara sounded even more dubious than before.

"Her name is Rose. She's new in town and she's been helping me through... through a lot of things.”

"Oh, Helena... Is this why you've been so... prickly? Because you didn't think I'd understand you having a girlfriend?” she sounded almost disappointed that Helena would assume such a thing.

"Pfh!” she scoffed, “Since when do I care what you think, O?” the words were empty bravado, and they both knew it, but she said them anyway. “And I don't know what we are just yet, Rose and I, but it feels good. Right, somehow.”

"You're sure it's not your thing with Blake playing out all over again?”

"Babs,” Helena started, trying to force calm into her voice, “do you remember what happened the last time you tried to stick your nose in my life and fix whatever seemed broken to you?” it was a stupid question. Of course she'd remember. For all Helena knew, Barbara Gordon had never forgotten a thing in her entire life.

"As I recall,” the other woman replied wryly, “you left in a huff, and then tried to take over the Gotham mob families alongside with the world's best blackmailer and his ex-KGB boyfriend.”

There was pause.

"What do you mean by 'tried'?” Helena shot back, “And that's beside the point.”

"Which is that I should take a step back and let you screw your own life over?”

"Exactly.” Helena confirmed, coldness creeping into her voice again, 'Or at least let me choose who I want to fix me up again after I break down.' she thought, her mind once again conjuring the image of that morning, of waking up feeling safe and warm next to Rose. Next to her Mistress.

"Helena...” Barbara tried again, “What do you even know about this girl?”

"A little bit more,” Helena's voice was acid, “then I know about Nightwing.” she hung up. The thought that her friend would cast suspicions at Rose galled her. They all seemed so hellbent on gentling her edges, on pulling her away from the dark, but as soon as somebody else made the attempt, made progress, even, something sinister just had to be behind it all. It was ridiculous.

Yes. It was just... ridiculous...





Rose had no plan for what came next. She rather liked that, in fact. Sure, there had been immense satisfaction in the long and meticulous game she was playing with Helena, but the feeling of power she got out of walking right into the proverbial lion's den and coming out again with newly tamed and superbly behaved lions trailing meekly behind her was a rush she didn't think she could ever entirely give up.

With the information the Broker had supplied, locating her quarry took less time than it took to shed Felicity's drab apparel and slip into something more impressive. Still, as she was striding down the hallways toward Jenna's front door, her boots' heels clicking against the floor with satisfying authority, she was sure the word had already made its way to the contractor that trouble was heading her way.

Stopping by the door, she made one last stock of her situation. She didn't see any security camera, hidden or otherwise, which was good, she had what equipment she took with her leaving the hotel, which would have to do, and she looked quite damn impressive in her current outfit, which was always a good start.

'showtime.' she thought, her lips curling into a confident smirk, and rang the door bell, making sure she was standing where she could not be seen through the peephole.

"Who's there?” a muffled feminine voice asked through the door.

"Hello, Jenna.” Rose said pleasantly, her gloved fingers tapping against the door in a slow rhythm.

"Rose.” the contractor's muffled voice sounded as if confirming a guess, “The Broker said you might be dropping by soon.”

"The man does know his business.” Rose replied smoothly. “I have a proposition for you. Could you let me in? I feel so... exposed, discussing such things in a hallway of all places...”

"And I don't bring strangers home with me.” the woman on the other side of the door said adamantly, “If you really wanted to make me an offer, you could have just called.”

"At least open the door.” the hypnotist demanded, her voice intentionally low as to be almost inaudible from the other side, all while her fingers continued to tap the same insistent rhythm. “I can barely hear you.”

There was a short pause, filled with various clicks and ratcheting sounds as several locks were unlocked, then the door opened to a narrow crack before being stopped by a heavy security chain.

"There...” Rose favored the crack with her most radiant smile, even though it was far too narrow for her to truly see the woman behind the door, “Isn't that better?”

"Yes...” Jenna admitted reluctantly. She'd heard that the woman outside was reported to be attractive, but it hadn't prepared her for just how gorgeous the vision she glimpsed through the barely opened door would be, or for the warmth that seemed to radiate from her smiling face.

"Just listen for a while to what I have to say, Jenna.” the hypnotist continued, “And I'll make sure you won't regret it.”

"Listen...” the word sounded shaky, uncertain. As though the contractor couldn't quite remember why she was speaking in the first place.

"That's right.” Rose let approval and reassurance color her voice, “Just listen to what I have to say. There's no harm in that. I promise I won't come in unless you want me to.”

There was a sound that might have been an unconscious sigh of relief, and Rose could feel the slightest shift in the door's weight, as if someone was leaning against it from inside.

"Yes. Just listen, and make yourself comfortable.” Rose said, her voice briefly assuming a more commanding tone, “This could take a while, and you're not in any hurry anyway, are you?”

"This?” the question sounded hesitant.

"Shhh...” Rose whispered through the door, “Just listen, and let yourself relax. It will all go so much easier if you just relaxed.”

"...Easy...” Jenna breathed out, seizing on the idea.

"Yes, dear.” Rose confirmed, her words coming slower, more intense, and the tapping rhythm of her fingers on the door slowed down to match them, “It'll all be so much easier if you let yourself relax,and get comfortable while I explain what I want you to do. That sounds good, doesn't it?”

"Yesss...”

"Good girl. Just continue to listen to the sound of my voice while I explain what you're going to do to give me what I want.” The hypnotist's cadence was slow and soothing, “Just relax, and feel safe and protected. I won't come in until you want me to, and when you do want to, it will be so easy and feel so wonderful to let me in, won't it dear?”

"...Yessss...” the whispered response sounded.

"That's right. You know it will feel so wonderful to trust me completely, to know that you're perfectly safe in my presence, that you just can't wait anymore, can you? You want me inside.”

"...Can't wait... Want you... In...”

"Then open the door, dear,” Rose commanded, “and let yourself feel wonderful.” she listened for a while to the soft jingle and rustle of chains as the hypnotized Jenna fumbled clumsily but eagerly with her door's various security mechanisms before falling to her knees with a blissful sigh as the promised joy of submission washed over her.

"There...” the hypnotist purred with satisfaction as she slowly opened the door, careful not to hit the woman kneeling on the floor before it. Now that she could finally get a good look at the contractor she was pleasantly surprised to find an attractive young woman with medium length light brown hair tied back in two tails, and a smattering of freckles over her lightly tanned face. And the helplessly glassy blue eyes staring up at her and the wide, vacant smile were adorable too, she decided, grinning back at Jenna. “It feels so much better to be safe here with me, doesn't it?” she asked, closing the door behind her.

"Mmmm...” the hypnotized contractor nodded her mute, mindless agreement. She couldn't quite remember why she'd been worried before, but with Rose there to keep her safe, she knew there would be nothing to stop her from giving the crimson clad beauty anything she wanted her to.

"Good. Follow me, then.“ The hypnotic seductress ordered her newest pet, “No, don't bother getting up.” she added, a wicked grin on her lips, as Jenna started clambering clumsily to her feet, “It would be easier for you to crawl on your hands and knees until I tell you otherwise.”

"Oh...” Jenna sighed, sinking back down with a grateful sigh, “Thank you...”

"You're welcome, dear.” Rose reached down to pat Jenna's head affectionately, before she turned to get a better look at the apartment's interior. It was well furnished, and larger, and more spacious than she'd expected, with signs that several walls had, at some point, been broken down to combine several apartments into a greater whole. It seemed, she thought, that the contractor owned the majority ( and maybe even the entirety) of this floor of the building, and had made extensive modifications to the structure while keeping it from being noticeable from the outside. An encouraging sign, she decided as she wandered around the place, the entranced Jenna trailing dutifully behind her.

"You have a very nice home, here.” she declared eventually, sitting herself down on a large cushioned couch in the well appointed living room.

"Thank you, Rose.” Jenna replied happily. She was trying to climb onto the couch without first standing up until the hypnotist touched a single gloved finger to her freckled nose in a warding gesture, shook her head and indicated toward the carpeted floor at her feet. Obediently, the contractor abandoned the couch and settled down on her knees before Rose.

"Just stating the obvious, sweetie.” Rose said, smiling fondly at the kneeling woman. Casually reaching into her jacket's pocket, she withdrew her golden pocket watch, the apartment's lights glinting off its polished engraved surface as she let it hang, held by its delicate chain, just before Jenna's glazed eyes. “Now tell me, pet,” she asked, “do you know what I'm going to do next?”

Jenna nodded eagerly. It was obvious really. There were really only two things one could do with a pocket watch, and Rose wasn't checking the time, which meant... “You're going to hypnotize me.” she said calmly. She wasn't sure she'd have liked the idea, normally, but to indulge Rose, and safe in her own home, she saw no reason not to give it a try.

"That's right.” Rose's lips curled into a grin, amused by the other woman's obliviousness to her already entranced state. “I'm going to put you into a very deep, very obedient, hypnotic trance,” she confirmed, a deft motion of her hand setting the golden timepiece to swaying gently back and forth before Jenna's eyes, “and all you need to do is just let your eyes follow the watch, and listen to my voice.”

The freckled contractor gave a slow nod, her eyes already fixing themselves onto Rose's watch. She wasn't sure why Rose wanted her hypnotized, but it didn't really matter, did it? And just listening to the hypnotist's voice had felt so wonderful before that she didn't see any reason to stop now.

"Just let your eyes follow the watch,” Rose continued, “and let my voice guide your actions. Let my voice guide your thoughts. Let everything else fade away, and let yourself relax.”

"...Relax...” Jenna breathed, her lips parting in a slow, sleepy smile.

"Yes, just let yourself relax as everything but my voice and my watch fades away. Just let yourself follow my voice and watch into a wonderful, deep hypnotic trance.”

Again, Jenna gave a slow nod, her eyes never leaving the gently swaying timepiece. Following into a trance was natural. All she had to do was let herself.

"Just continue to follow where my voice leads you. My voice is taking you into a wonderful place of deep, content, relaxation. A place where staring at the beautiful swinging watch is putting you into an irresistible hypnotic trance.”

A place of deep, content, relaxation. Jenna felt she was there already. She smiled, watched Rose's golden timepiece sway back and forth before her eyes, and waited patiently to be hypnotized.

"Sinking into an irresistible hypnotic trance is so easy, Jenna.” Rose cooed softly, “All you need to do is listen and follow, sink and obey.”

"...Sink... Obey...” Jenna mouthed the unfamiliar words. They meant something, she seemed to remember, but everything besides Rose's voice, her watch, and the promise of a hypnotic trance seemed so far away now that she couldn't tell what that something was.

"That's right, pet.” the hypnotist urged her rapidly slipping subject on, leaning closer to run her gloved fingers over the woman's cheek in a slow, sensual caress, “Listen and obey my voice. Follow the watch and sink down, down deep into hypnosis.”

"Ahhhh....” the contractor breathed a relieved sigh, her smile deepening. She should have known Rose would explain it to her, she thought sleepily. Rose was always there to tell her what she had to do. “Sink down... Obey...”

"It feels so good to obey my my voice, Jenna. It feels so wonderful to sink down deeper and deeper into an obedient hypnotic trance, and the deeper you sink, Jenna, the easier it is to obey.”

"...Obey...” Jenna mouthed again. She realized now why Rose wanted to hypnotize her. She just wanted her to feel wonderful. The contractor breathed out a contented sigh, Rose was sooo good to her...

"Are you ready to obey me now, Jenna?” the hypnotist inquired, her fingers running over Jenna's hairline, over her ear and down along her neck in a tender caress.

"Yesssss...” the contractor hissed breathlessly, drawing out the word.

"Wonderful...” Rose purred, “Then, in a moment, I'm going to snap my fingers, and when I do, you'll let your eyes close, and sink deep into an obedient, hypnotic trance.”

"Yesssss...” Jenna repeated, her glassy blue eyes still tracking the golden, swaying timepiece, and her lips parted in in a vacant, expectant smile.

"Good.” Rose eyes almost shone with pleasure, “Then sleep!” she commanded, snapping her fingers right next to the mesmerized contractor's ear.

Immediately, Jenna's eyes flew shut as her expression faded into sleepy blankness, and she let out a sound of pure satisfaction as her mind blanked over completely. Cupping her chin in her hand, Rose smiled as she studied her freckled, peacefully mindless face. She still remembered the first time she'd brought a subject into this helplessly receptive state, for all that it seemed like half a lifetime had passed since then, and the rush of having another person so completely in her power hadn't diminished in the least.

"Hmmm.... Can you hear me, Jenna?” she asked, working to keep the excitement out of her voice. She was a professional, after all. Carefully, she placed her watch back into her jacket's pocket. It had served its purpose admirably.

"Yes...” the hypnotized woman responded, patiently waiting for her hypnotist's orders.

"You are deeply hypnotized, now.” she informed her, letting the words sink themselves into the contractor's receptive mind, “You are in a deep, obedient, hypnotic trance.”

"Hyp... no... tized...” Jenna breathed, feeling wonderful, just like the hypnotist said she would.

"You will listen, and obey my voice.” Rose continued, laying down what would become the new foundation to the entranced woman's reality.

"Obey...” the contractor mindlessly confirmed.

"You will listen, and believe my words.”

"I will listen, and believe.” Jenna echoed obediently, waiting to to be told just what it was she was going to believe.

"You are my slave.”

"Your... Slave...” Jenna breathed out, her lips curling in a soft smile. She was a slave. She would obey. It made sense.

"I am your Mistress.”

"Yessss... Mistress...” the slave sighed contentedly. She was a slave. She needed a Mistress, and she couldn't imagine anyone better for the job than Mistress Rose.

"Obedience is pleasure.”

"P-pleasure...!” The mesmerized beauty gasped as she felt a wave of warm pleasure washing over her as Rose's command embedded itself into her accepting mind. She was so glad that she was her Mistress' obedient slave.

"You live to obey your Mistress.”

"Yes, Mistress.” Jenna replied, still breathless. She could feel a sense of uncertainty, one she'd never even notice before, melt away before her new reason for being, and she recognized now the slow pulsating pleasure that flooded through her mind and body with each of her Mistress' commands she obeyed. It was fulfillment.

"All of that is true, whether you are awake, asleep, or in a deep hypnotic trance.” Rose expanded, looking down on the mindlessly obedient contractor with a wicked grin, “I am your Mistress, you are my slave, and you live to obey me.”

"I live to obey you, Mistress. Always.” Jenna agreed blissfully, not seeing any reason it should ever be otherwise.

"You're a good girl, Jenna.” the temptress purred, gently stroking her new slave's hair, to the entranced girl mindless delight, “Now, I'm going to give you a few phrases to remember, not in the front of your mind, but deep, deep in the back, where you can listen for them without even realizing, and follow my instructions when you hear them. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Mistress.” the contractor confirmed eagerly. She had no idea why her Mistress decided any of that was necessary, but so long as it pleased Mistress Rose, she didn't care in the slightest.

"Good.” Rose paused for a moment, thinking up some appropriate trigger phrases for her new pet, “First, when I, and only I, say the words 'The sun shines on the sea at night.' you will wake up from whatever trance you may be in. You will still be my obedient slave, and will be aware of the commands and triggers I've given you to follow, but will otherwise be able to think and act for yourself. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Mistress.” Jenna sighed happily, letting the hypnotist's words sink so deeply into her mind that she could no longer remember what was said. Only that she would obey when she heard the proper words spoken.

"Excellent.” Rose continued, “Second, when I, and only I, say the words 'Clear the beach of sand.' You will let yourself forget that you are my slave, that I'm your Mistress, and that you've ever been hypnotized by me. You will still feel obedient and submissive toward me, and find it easy to go through with whatever I ask you to do, but you'll believe you're doing it all out of your own free will. You will keep believing that until I either put you back into a hypnotic trance, or use the first phrase I've given you to remind you of your true self. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Mistress...” the slave's replied was more muted this time. Something about the words her Mistress had just said had made her feel sad and gloomy, even thought she couldn't bring herself to remember what it was. Still, she knew that when the time came, she would obey. It was what she lived for.

"Good girl.” Rose rested a comforting hand on top of the slave's head, “Third, and last, when I and only I, say the words 'It's time to talk of many things.' you will sink right back into a deep, receptive, hypnotic trance, just like the one you are experiencing now. You will stop whatever you are doing, forget whatever thoughts are going through your head at the time, and wait for my voice and my words to guide you. Understand?”

"Hmmm... I understand, Mistress.” Jenna murmured, her sadness melting under the wonderful comforting warmth of Rose's hands and words.

"Lovely, my pet.” The hypnotist intoned, “And now,” she paused for dramatic effect, “The sun shines on the sea at night.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jenna's eyes blinked open, immediately fixing themselves on her Mistress' beautiful grinning face. The enslaved contractor's lips parted in a joyous, devoted smile as she stared adoringly at her goddess, the one who gave her life meaning. “M-Mistress?” she stammered in her excitement, she knew that, deep down, she'd always been Rose's obedient slave, but kneeling there at her feet and waiting for the opportunity to obey was a much more powerful experience than she'd ever imagined, “How may I serve you?”

"Hello, my pet.” Rose brushed the question aside. She'd get to it soon enough. For now, she wanted to bask in her newest slave's awe a little while longer, “Did you enjoy your trance?”

"oh...” the contractor's eyes widened as memories of her experience flooded her, fragmented, but still distinct enough for her to piece together what had happened. Blushing furiously, she inwardly cursed the Broker for just telling her some woman named Rose was looking for her. If only he'd told her that her Mistress was coming for her instead, she would have never treated her as rudely as she had at the door. She was so lucky her Mistress was such a forgiving soul, “I did, Mistress. It felt wonderful!” she beamed, needing to answer the question before she did anything else, “And... umm... I'm sorry for being so...” she blurted out, almost babbling in her haste to apologize, “So rude to you earlier... at the door... I-I didn't know it was you... I'm sorry...”

"It's alright, pet.” The hypnotic temptress murmured soothingly, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of laughter and contained mischief, “I forgive you. And besides,” she added, gently stroking Jenna's blushing, freckled cheek “you are going to help me pay your Broker friend back for playing such a mean trick on you, aren't you my pet?”

"Mmhhmm... Yes, Mistress...” the contractor moaned, closing her eyes and affectionately rubbing her face against Rose's gloved hand. “Would you like to go get him now, Mistress?” she offered eagerly, “I'd only need a few minutes to get into my work clothes.”

"Hmmm... Tempting...” Rose pretended to consider her slave's offer as though she hadn't already decided to have Jenna take her to personally see to the man before she'd even left Felicity's apartment, “But not yet, my sweet. Soon, though. We'll get him soon.”

"Whatever you say, Mistress.” Jenna agreed obediently, calming down almost instantly and returning to reveling in her Mistress' presence. Life was so much easier, she thought happily,now that she didn't need to make this sort of decisions anymore.

"Hmmm... I do so love the sound of those words...” Rose chuckled warmly, “But I'm afraid pleasure is going to have to take the back seat for a while.” she said, “You see, I've come to see you for a very specific reason.”

"I'll be happy to help you in any way I can, Mistress.” The enslaved contractor chimed in dutifully.

"I know, pet.” Rose nodded absently, “I came to see you because I heard that you'd taken a page off of your Broker friend, and were planning on getting into the real-estate business.” she paused, “I want you to tell me more about it.” she added, her tone full of calm, confident authority.

"Oh, that?” Jenna was almost disappointed by how simple her Mistress' request was, but she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to obey one of Rose's commands. “Well, it all started a little while ago.” she began, “I was doing my usual thing, you know, the construction and renovation stuff, not my other thing, and things were going pretty good. The pay was good, the jobs were challenging enough but not too difficult, and nobody was trying to kill me or bash my head in or anything.” she smiled, letting herself get lost in the memories as she told her story, “So, naturally, some idiot tried to kill me. It was one of those 'I can't have anyone but me know where all the secret passages and traps and shit' deals.” she paused, considering something for a moment, “I like your way dealing with it much better, by the way.” she added cheerfully, “There's no way I'll be telling anyone anything you don't want me to, Mistress. Hell, if you want, you can make me forget all about the stuff you don't want to get out until I actually need to know it, then I wouldn't even need to really do anything!” she shot her Mistress a quick grin and continued on, “Anyway, I really should have seen it coming, what with the guy being such a cliche-storm, and I guess I did since I managed to get out without getting dunked in a vat of acid or whatnot, but the whole thing came as bit of a wake up call, you know?”

"I can imagine.” Rose smirked, listening to Jenna's rambling storytelling with obvious amusement.

"Right, so there I was, having my little epiphany. I still had quite a bit of money I hadn't burned in Vegas yet, plus what I got paid for that last job, even though the guy wasn't too happy with how the whole thing ended up. Wasn't in any position to complain, though, so I wasn't worried about him much. Anyway, I got to thinking, you know the what they say 'Safe as houses'?” Jenna asked, continuing without waiting for a response, “Well, I know houses. I'm good with houses. And I decided I could use some safety just then. So, I invest that money I mentioned in a property I could rent out. Something long term and all legal looking and stuff so I'd have me some stable income if I decide to lay low for a while. Beats trying to cover for a slow week with a pool cue, right?” she finished, looking up at Rose, hopefully seeking approval in her Mistress' face.

"I'm sure it does, pet.” Rose replied pleasantly, enjoying the sight of Jenna's face breaking into a smile of genuine bliss at even the slightest hint of her praise. “Now, the property you were talking about,” she inquired softly, “tell me more about it.”

"With pleasure, Mistress.” the kneeling slave nodded enthusiastically, “It's right below us, if you want to see it. Not much to look at at the moment, of course. I thought I'd leave it unfinished until I had someone looking to rent it. Thought I'd get a better price, and less turnover, for a customized place, right? And besides,” she added, “I'm, like, a people-pleaser, you know?”

"I think I noticed that, yes.” Rose let out a warm, delighted laugh, Jenna joining in without a shred of hesitation, “And I am looking for a new, stable, lodging arrangement at the moment...”

"I kinda figured that much out already, Mistress.” Jenna quipped wryly.

Rose nodded agreeably, conceding the point, “We'll discuss my exact specifications later,” she stated in a businesslike tone, “but for now I'll be staying here until the work is done.” she looked around her appraisingly, “I've decided I like what you've done with the place.”

"Thank you, Mistress. It means a lot to hear you say that.” the enslaved contractor beamed. pleased beyond words at the thought of her Mistress approving of her work.

"And you'll be shacking downstairs while you work, to help you focus on the project.” Rose added, thinking of potential company she'd planned to have over, and not wanting her new slave underfoot. “Unless I invite you up, of course.”

"Sure, Mistress.” Jenna agreed, warmed by her Mistress' consideration at making certain she'd have as few interruptions as possible while she worked to fulfill her desires, “Sounds perfectly reasonable to me!”

"I'm glad you approve.” Rose drawled in dry amusement, “Oh, and you've spent long enough on your knees for now, I think.” she added, remembering her earlier suggestion, “You can stand up now.”

"Okay.” Jenna shrugged. She wasn't sure why she'd want to. Kneeling at her Mistress' feet was much more appropriate, right? “Will there be anything else I can help you with, Mistress?”

"Hmmmm...” Rose considered. “No, nothing right now.” She decided. “You should probably get to work now.”

"Will do, Mistress!” the slave concurred, rising smoothly to her feet, “I'll just gather my things and be off before you know it.”

"Good girl.” the hypnotist grinned, leaning back on the couch, “Oh, and before you go, 'Clear the beach of sand.' would you?”

Jenna blinked vaguely at the other woman's words, then the abject devotion that shone in her eyes faded into simple, deep respect, and her blissful smile toned down into the calm, confident expression of a workman going about her job, “Sure, Ms. Rose.” she agreed with an easy shrug, “No problems. I'll be out of your hair in no time.”

"I appreciate that, Jenna.” Rose gave her a bright genuine smile, “I'll be coming by tomorrow to discuss the work's detail.”

"I'll be waiting.” The contractor promised with a heartfelt grin, “Enjoy your stay!” she bowed her head and headed off to gather her tools, sleeping bag, and whatever other supplies she thought she might need while she finished up the work on Rose's new apartment. She knew she could probably ask Rose's permission to come by later to pick up anything she may have forgotten, but she didn't want to interrupt the woman's life any more than was absolutely necessary.

"I'm sure I will, dear.” the thief drawled lazily, stretching out her lithe body across the length of Jenna's couch. Stifling a yawn, she wished she had the foresight to get an early rest the night before (or rather, she admitted to herself, the sense to act on such foresights even when they didn't happen to neatly coincide with what she'd wanted to do at the moment). Pulling out her watch again, she flicked it open to check the time. 'More than enough time,' she decided, thankful that Jenna had proven more pliable to her charms than she'd originally presumed she would be, 'to catch a few winks...'

Closing the watch with a soft click, she pulled her hat down over her eyes, and let herself drift off into sleep.





"Hello, Helena.” Rose's voice over the phone sounded lazy and self satisfied. Like a cat tasked with guarding the cream, Helena thought, she knew she hand no competitors to guard against and that access would be both ready and easy, so she could just lay back and enjoy herself and when she did choose to make her move it would be an effortless one on her part. That Helena herself was the cream in this analogy was an idea she found both exhilarating and worrisome at the same time.

"Rose!” she replied excitedly, sending furtive glances around her to make sure she was alone in the vacant classroom, where she'd almost finished grading her students' latest batch of haphazard forays into the realm of scholarly thought.

"Still haven't saved my number into that phone, have you?” the hypnotist observed, dryly amused, reacting to the pleased surprise in her voice.

"Nope!” Helena answered with a wide grin spreading over her face.

"Nope, what?” Rose demanded, her velvet voice low and seductive.

"Nope, Mistress Rose.” Helena chimed dutifully, blushing slightly and thankful that no one was there to see her, “I like it, not seeing you coming.”

There was a pause on the other side of the phone, "You're just determined to suck all the dignity out of this, aren't you?” Rose complained unconvincingly.

"Only one way you could stop me, Mistress.” Helena quipped, more than half-wishing the hypnotist would take her up on that suggestion.

"Mmmmm... You tempt me, dear.” Rose's response sent shivers down her spine, “You tempt me so...”

"Yup!” the Sicilian beauty continued cheerfully, “All it would take is one... little...”

"Snap of a finger, dear?” the hypnotist interrupted, matching her tone perfectly, “Or perhaps a few well chosen words you wouldn't even remember?”

"Mmmm...” Helena moaned softly, letting scenes of Roes going through with her 'threats' play in her mind with vivid detail.

"I don't need any of that.” Rose continued, her voice turning into a sensual audible caress, “You are mine, pet, and you will treat this seriously... when I want you to.”

"Mmmmm...” Helena let out another moan, her pulse racing. She was tempted to draw things out, to find something flippant or teasing to sting her Mistress with, but whenever Rose's voice dipped into that tone of effortless, seductive authority, the only words her mind seemed able to string together were, “Yes, Mistress...”

"Hmmm.... Much better, dear...” the approval in the hypnotist's voice made Helena's cheeks burn, “Now, tell me what you're up to.”

"Ohhh... Nothing much, Mistress.” Helena breathed out slowly, her eyelids drooping. Giving Rose what she wanted, even if it was an answer to a simple, innocent question, sent dark, secret, submissive thrills rushing through her, “Still taking it easy. I just have to finish off work here,” she continued meekly, “and then the rest of my evening is completely... vacant...” she stressed the last word, hoping the hypnotist would pick up on it, wanting anything that happened to be Rose's idea even more than she wanted it to happen.

Rose's response was a soft, low laugh, “Good girl...” the words made Helena squirm with pleasure, “Then here's what your Mistress wants you to do...” she told her, and Helena listened, not wanting to miss a single word.

"Hmmm... I'll... see you tonight then...” she breathed, struggling to force her thoughts through the submissive haze the hypnotist's words had plunged her mind into.

"Yes... You will...” The seductress gloated playfully, “But before you go... There is one last thing...”





The Huntress hefted the two garment bags over one shoulder, then stopped. She could feel the weight of a full gym bag hanging on her other shoulder. This wasn't the problem. She knew the bags contained items she was to deliver to Rose. She even knew where she had to take them. What had taken her by surprise was the sight of her own gloved hands, and the realization she was in costume. She couldn't remember putting it on. In fact, now that she thought to try, she couldn't remember where she'd gotten the bags either... or, for that matter, where anything else was, with the exception of her destination. She could almost hear Rose's voice, whispering the directions that would take her where she needed to go in the back of her mind, over and over again.

'Playing games again.' she thought, hearing a door shutting behind her, but feeling no particular need to look, confident that she wouldn't recognize whatever she'd see if she did. Rose's play was transparent, really, when she thought about it, and the fact that she could bring herself to think about it only made it more so.

'You want me to come to you by choice, don't you?' she directed the thought toward that whispering voice at the back of her mind. There was no response, of course. Nothing besides the steady stream of whispered direction that would, if she chose to follow, lead her to where her Mistress wanted her to be. Or, she thought, she could wander around aimlessly and in the vain hope of finding someone who could help her. The second option seemed like a stretch, though. After all, she didn't even know anyone in... whatever city this was...

She paused, suddenly uncertain. That last thought was odd, wasn't it? It felt right, natural even, but when she actually considered it logically, there was simply no way it could be true. And yet, the moment she stopped trying to pick at it, the sense of certainty reasserted itself. In this strange, off-putting city she now found herself in, the only person she'd ever interacted with was Rose. It was an unsettling realization. It was also, she admitted to herself, a thrilling one.

She stood there for a while, closing her eyes and concentrating on Rose's whispered directions. Thinking on the promise of shelter and warmth they represented, like a distant campfire glimpsed by a lost wanderer, or a lighthouse shining though a stormy night at sea. Except better, she thought, knowing that this promise was meant for her, and her alone. Turning away from that would make her feel absolutely wretched, she knew. Even if she'd try to convince herself that the feelings and the promised warmth were just as nonfactual as her sense of isolation, they would, nonetheless, remain true.

"Fine.” she said aloud, shrugging in a show of resignation even as she could feel the corners of her mouth quirking into a smile, “You win.” she conceded, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks and the exited shivers that ran down her spine as she did, and took a step forward, then another, following her Mistress' directions.





The window was invitingly open. The Huntress, standing on the fire escape outside, the evening breeze tugging gently at her cape and her long black hair, could tell the room beyond it was dark, and seemingly empty. It changed nothing. She knew she was supposed to to climb in through it, put down the baggage she'd brought with her, and then... well, the way she figured, either a new set of Rose's directions would unfurl inside her mind, or her Mistress would be there to welcome her personally despite her first impression of the room's emptiness.

'She can make me forget everything I know about the city I'm pretty sure I live in.' she thought, unable to stop herself from smiling, 'Making me forget to notice her in a dark room is probably child's play.'

Shaking her head, aware that she was only drawing things out so she could relish the anticipation a little bit longer, she surrendered herself once again to the whispering voice she could almost hear at the back of her mind, and climbed inside. Getting in while still carrying all the bags took a bit of doing, but her years of training and experience served her well, and the window was just wide enough for her to manage. Still, she did feel a sense of relief when her first compulsion after making it inside was to carefully put them down and forget... she blinked, unable to help the feeling that she was forgetting something that had seemed rather important a moment ago. She just wished she knew what it was. Standing up she took in her surroundings. The room was spacious and dark, the only illumination coming from the open window behind her. She could see a gym bag and two garment bags resting by the window, and felt herself lucky for not tripping over them as she entered, and what looked like a comfortable reclining chair, placed carefully to stand just outside the soft pool of light let in by the open window, and a female figure, just barely visible in the darkness, lounging in its fold.

"Welcome, my Huntress.” Rose's voice sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard supervillains giving menacing speeches before, and she could tell the hypnotist had gotten the tone down to perfection. Sure, it was cliché, bit she couldn't ignore how... fitting it sounded.

'And she called me her Huntress...' a part of her added in something very much like glee.

"Speechless?” the hypnotist delivered the line with obvious relish, and the vigilante could just imagine the sinister smirk on her shadowed face, “Very well, then I'll do all the talking myself...” she raised an arm in a beckoning gesture, “Come closer, my pet.”

Heart pounding, not sure whether she was panicking, excited, or a bit of both, Helena was already halfway to the beckoning temptress before she'd even realized she was moving. Even as she did, it didn't occur to her she could stop until she was standing right before her Mistress, breathing hard and staring at her wide eyed like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, unable to form any sort of cohesive chain of thought amidst the conflicting feelings and emotions that were jangling inside her.

"Good girl.” the simple words of praise sent a shivering submissive rush through the vigilante's body, eliciting a tiny, helpless moan from Huntress' quivering lips. It didn't matter that they were delivered in the same dark, sinister tone as before. Whatever part of her that had learned to love pleasing her Mistress simply didn't care. “Now, down on your knees, pet.”

It was only when she realized that she could see Rose, now that her body was no longer blocking the light pouring in through the window, that Helena realized she was kneeling on the floor, staring up at the faintly illuminated hypnotist, taking in the play of faint light and deep shadow over her gorgeous figure. 'She'd planned this...' she realized, seeing the way the pool of light stopped just short of reaching Rose's face, leaving it in shadow, 'Prepared for it...' she thought, part of her finding some comfort in how much effort her Mistress had spent to give her this experience. Another part, a small rational voice at the back of her mind, pointed out that she was just distracting herself from the fact that she hadn't even thought of- of-

Another soft moan escaped the Huntress' mouth as the line of thought evaporated in wave of fluttering bliss. “Mmm... Is my little huntress overthinking things again?” she heard Rose asking, her voice, dripping with dark amusement, only making her feel more confused, more needy, more helpless.

"Yess... Mistress...” she breathed out without thinking, unable to help herself anymore than she could stop her heart from racing with excitement at the thought of being Rose's 'little huntress'.

"Well, that won't be a problem for much longer, will it?” the hypnotist reached out, possessively caressing Helena's cheek with a warm, gloved hand.

"No, Mistress...” the vigilante moaned, not really thinking about the words. Not really thinking of anything beyond Rose's soft touch and her sudden need to... not... think...

"Good girl.” Helena shivered as the words poured into her, joining with the haze of not-thoughts that swam through her head as she knelt, helpless and mindless, “So desperate to be mine...” the enchanting voice continued, and the Huntress knew that something had gone wonderfully, delightfully, terribly wrong.

"Just one little bit of you left to take. And you want me to take it from you so badly, don't you my huntress?” the shadowed temptress purred seductively, leaning in closer, teasing the mesmerized heroine with an almost glimpse of her Mistress' face.

Transfixed, Helena could feel the desperate need to let the woman take from her whatever she wished pulsing in her like a second heartbeat. “...Yess... Mistress...” she begged, voice breaking into a whine, shaking and shivering with want, though she couldn't tell what it was she wanted, “...please...”

"So polite...” Rose's mocking smirk was almost audible as she reached out with both hands and hooked her fingers under the vigilante's mask. Lost in the haze of her helplessness, Helena could only barely hear the desperate screaming voice in the back of her mind, trained and conditioned by years of fighting evil in the shadows to keep this one, single, secret, crying that this was important. That she had to... had... to... to let it be taken. It was important.

"Please... Mistress...” she moaned, biting her lip in helpless anxiety, “Please take it...” she pleaded weakly, watching with trembling passiveness as her Mistress, with slow, torturous deliberateness, pulled away her mask leaving her feeling exposed, naked, and satisfied. The pulsing, all-consuming need to surrender herself was abating, leaving behind it a sense of deep, abiding complacency. 'Nothing left to be worried about...” the lazy thought drifted across her mind, bringing an unconscious smile to her lips.

"Is... is this how it happened?” she found herself asking aloud, thinking of her decidedly vague memories of her first meeting with Rose, and how little she'd really thought about it since then, “Back on that first night?” she added, wondering whether her Mistress would give her an answer, or just made her forget the ever having questioned in the first place, and which possibility she'd prefer.

Turning the Huntress' mask in her hands absently, Rose seemed to consider the question. “Hmmm...” she began, her voice reassuming the playful, teasing tone Helena had come to know, “Would you like that?” she asked lightly. “For me to be the woman who stole you away from your old life and bent you mind to my will and whims until you can't even contemplate going back?”

Still floating on the after-glow of her surrender, Helena found herself weighing the question much more calmly than she would have ever imagined herself to be capable of. What she'd been put through just moments before (had it all been just an act on Rose's part, she wondered) had been one of the most intense experiences of her entire life. Remaining perfectly aware but completely helpless while the hypnotist stripped her will away had been like nothing else she'd ever felt. And yet, she wasn't sure if it wasn't just the intensity of it that had caught at her, just like any other danger she'd thrown herself headlong into before.

"I...” she began, feeling like a coward, knowing she was avoiding the real question, “I just want to know...” she said, lowering her eyes and feeling as if her face was about to burst into flame, “I know you enjoy playing with my memories, and I do love what you do to me, but don't you think it would be... better if we both could remember that one time, at least most of the time?” she pleaded, feeling wretched at the idea of asking her Mistress to undo one of the suggestions she'd put into her mind. It was like returning a priceless gift because its color clashed with the curtains.

She continued to stare down even as the chair's light creaking and the soft wish of cloth told her Rose had stood up, “I could remind you, I suppose,” The hypnotist's voice, coming from just above her, still sounded playfully teasing, “but it would be sooo boring...” feeling warm, gloved, fingers stroking her hair, Helena could feel an irresistible urge to arch her back and rub herself against her Mistress' legs, but before she could act on it Rose had already began walking away, and following her without being told was... unthinkable.

"I think I have a better idea.” the kneeling vigilante could hear her hypnotic Mistress announcing behind her and felt surge of anticipation building within her. She should have known, she chided herself, that Rose would find a way to put her inner turmoils to rest that would be better than whatever Helena could come up with. She really should learn, she thought to herself as she waited and tracked the hypnotist's movements by the sharp clicks of her heels on the floor, that the best thing to do in cases like these was to trust that her Mistress would know what to do.

"I'm going to show you.” Rose declared as she walked back into Helena's field of vision. She was carrying one of the garment bags she'd noticed earlier, and presented it to the kneeling Huntress, who took it with reverent hands, “But first, sweetie, I think a change of clothes is in order...”

To be continued... very, very soon

Posted on 2016-05-05 00:51:30
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Everyone might be in love with Zko, but I think your writing is superb and the best thing here! You could probably write amazing stories that aren't even erotica.

Posted on 2016-05-05 02:14:19
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Truly wonderful work

Posted on 2016-05-05 10:49:49
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The story here is just perfect, and the picture is absolutely stunning as well! Just shiver inducing...

Posted on 2016-05-05 21:07:42
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Well, that's a hell of a thing to say...

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Thank you!



Glad you think so! ^^



Ah, good thing summer's comin' then! ^^ ... unless you're in the southern hemisphere, I guess, in which case maybe I can talk Rose into lending you a coat? ^^

Posted on 2016-05-06 08:25:56
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"Where in your mind is Carmen sandiego?"

Posted on 2016-05-06 10:30:09
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Latest reports suggest she's "invading your ideas, running a con on your subconscious." or somesuch...

Posted on 2020-04-28 05:04:41
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If anyone wants to rp as Carmen DM me