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<<rdishon.deviantart.com/ar...e-Felicity-pt-3-607961800|The Huntress and the Rose: Chapter 5, Felicity (part 3)>>
"I could have driven us there, you know.” Helena said, her squirming in the taxi's backseat causing her new outfit to make some oddly distracting sounds. She blushed, already having half convinced herself that letting the driver ogle them in the rear-view mirror was part of the deal Rose had worked out with the man. The dress, she had to admit, was stunning, with its material clinging so close to her skin serving to take the imagination on a guided tour to all those places it knew it shouldn't be, but wanted to go anyway, and the cut drawing the eye to her long, toned legs and the gleaming silver watch that once again hung from her neck like a locket. With the matching boots and gloves, all in a shade that matched her Huntress costume very closely, she noted, heightening the effect, she could hardly blame the man for spending a little more time than he should looking back, rather than at the road ahead.
And the entire ensemble fit as though it had been made for her! Either Rose had a very good eye for these things, she thought, or, and this thought brought the squirming and blushing right back, she'd had her standing mindlessly, blissfully oblivious to her surroundings, while her Mistress guided some poor beleaguered tailor through an endless series of fittings and measurements. She wondered when she'd found the time.
"You could have.” Rose agreed easily from beside her. She leaned in closer, her voice dropped into a husky whisper, “But then I'd have had to tell you where we're going...” she added with a wicked grin, “and that would spoil my fun.” In contrast with the more traditionally sexy outfit she'd put Helena in, the hypnotist was wearing the same costume she'd worn when the Huntress had first met her, down to the face concealing bandana mask and the bright red silk sash that hung loosely from one hip, and seemed to relish the attention she was drawing. “You wouldn't want that, would you?” she teased.
"No, Mistress...” the Sicilian beauty replied timidly, looking down in embarrassment. She'd gotten used to Rose's toying with her in private by now, but still found herself blushing like a schoolgirl whenever she did it anywhere that was even remotely public.
"That's my girl.” Rose whispered approvingly (and, Helena found herself hoping, possessively), and kissed her cheek lightly, “And besides, “ she added playfully, “it would have taken sooo long to explain to someone so new to the city, like you.”
"Umm... I guess...” Helena chewed shyly on her lip, reminded that whatever the hypnotist had done to keep her from remembering even so much as the name of the city they were driving through was still in effect. It was easy to ignore for some reason, even with the names of streets and landmarks she'd glimpsed through the taxi's windows that kept slipping out of mind and the part of her that refused to believe she'd seen any of them before in her life, regardless of how little sense it made.
"Do...” she started nervously, looking up to meet Rose's hazel gaze, “Do you think you could do something about that? It's getting a bit disconcerting...”
"Mmm...” the hypnotist pretended to consider before she teasingly replied, “Just as soon as I have you exactly where I want you...”
"Don't you already?” she asked coyly.
"Hmm... Not yet...” Rose murmured, leaning in closer, and Helena could feel the by now familiar racing of her heart as the glittering pools of hazel seemed to hold her as a willing, eager captive, “Not quite yet...”
"Mistress,” the captivated heroine whispered, a touch of awe in her voice, finding it suddenly easier to ignore the driver's presence. It was so much simpler not to think about it. “I... I've just got to ask...” she began, trying to find the words as the world seemed to dim, leaving only the two of them, “Which are you, really? This...” she struggled for words to describe how she felt. 'Warm' was in there somewhere, and so were 'tender' and 'affectionate', “or... who you were back there, earlier?” she shivered as she remembered the cool, domineering figure that had so casually stripped her soul bare until she'd forgotten she'd ever had any choice but to subjugate herself before her Mistress.
"Hmm... Which would you prefer I was? “ Rose drawled lazily, reiterating her question from before, the question, Helena thought guiltily, she'd avoided before.
"I... I don't know...” she confessed, wishing she could look away from Rose's and the look of disappointment she couldn't help but imagine lurked deep, deep within.
"Well,” the cheerfulness in the hypnotist's voice was so unexpected it was disorienting, and the sudden warmth of her hand on her cheek was almost enough to make her turn away from the woman's captivating gaze. Almost. ”perhaps by the end of the night you will.”
"I...” she gasped softly, “I'll try to...”
Rose's only response was a silent chuckle and a wry observation that it was getting easier and easier to put her under, which Helena couldn't help but agree was entirely, wonderfully true. Shaking her head (and bemusedly noting the way Helena dazedly tried to follow the movement), the hypnotist snapped her fingers and gave a sharp, whispered command.
"Sorry...” Helena apologized, smiling ruefully, once the world reasserted its reality around her, “I guess... you just have that effect on me?”
"Oh, come'ere you...” Rose growled in mock exasperation, dragging her into a deep passionate kiss, which, Helena noted absently, seemed be just as effective at melting her brain as anything else the hypnotist had tried so far.
"Now,” Rose was saying, her finger resting lightly on Helena's lips, a sign that she was to stay quiet and listen, “before we get there, you really should finish getting dressed.”
For a moment, Helena was about to protest, then she remembered she wasn't supposed to talk. And that Rose, being her Mistress and the one who picked her outfit in the first place, knew better anyway. Instead, she sat patiently while the hypnotist produced a small mask and carefully placed it on her face.
"There,” she declared, grinning mischievously, “now your secrets will stay mine and mine alone!”
"So,” Helena asked dryly, checking her reflection in the mirror. The mask looked a lot like some of the Huntress' old, smaller masks, except in a shade that was obviously chosen to complement her dress, “I'm going in as-” the touch of Rose's finger on her lips cut her off again.
"Exactly who you were last time.” she confirmed cryptically, winking and gesturing toward the driver with a small movement of her head.
Smiling sheepishly, Helena nodded her understanding. She'd almost forgotten the man was there. She'd also noticed the car had stopped and was idling on the curb.
“So,” she asked, her mouth quirking into the smile of someone who'd had a joke in mind for years but hadn't let herself utter it out loud, “are we there yet?”
"Yes, yes we are.” Rose chuckled, glancing at the driver, who smiled back at her broadly and named a sum. It seemed a rather small sum to Helena, considering how long the ride had seemed, and she wondered again if perhaps Rose really had offered the man a show if he'd cut the price. Blushing furiously at the thought of her Mistress putting her on display like that, she still found herself paying the fare without argument, or even any prompting from Rose before climbing out of the car.
The moderately busy street she found herself standing in (she could feel its name melting away from her mind almost as soon as the thought of checking to see what it was had occurred to her.) didn't seem to have much attraction to it. Even their apparent destination, marked by a sign that simply read 'Lethe' seemed to Helena more like it was trying to avoid attention.
"Keep close to me while we're in there...” Rose murmured in her ear as they neared the entrance, leaning into her in a way the heroine found rather pleasant, and more than a little distracting.
"You think it's dangerous?” she scoffed. She knew how to take care of herself, she thought to herself, even if Rose could really make her not want to, sometimes.
"Not at all.” the hypnotist laughed, driving any thought of danger out of Helena's mind, “I just want the bragging rights all to myself tonight.”
"You can always brag to me if you want to, you know.” Helena offered, laughing along.
"You don't count, sweetie.” Rose dismissed her, grinning and tapping her nose fondly. It was strange, Helena thought, feeling her face heating up. Those weren't usually words you wanted to hear, let alone enjoyed.
They continued on, Rose half hanging on her arm and half dragging her by it, past a bulky man with 'bouncer' written all over him, who let them pass with a wink from the hypnotist and a wave of her hand.
"I'm not the girlfriend he's looking for?” Helena quipped as they entered, descending a short staircase into a large, dimly lit room. There was a well stocked bar on one side, and what looked like a large stage with its curtains closed on the other, with the space between them littered with tables and booths lining the walls.
"Mmm... No...” Rose drew out the word, relishing its sound, “He lost you to me, fair and square, remember?”
"Hmm... I'm sure you'd find a way to remind me if I didn't...” Helena murmured , letting the other woman lead her to one of the vacant booths. “So,” she said as they both sat down, “A nightclub?”
"A fitting backdrop for the story you wanted to hear.” Rose answered, grinning mischievously, “Especially given this is where the drama in question began...”
"Here?” the heroine interrupted dubiously, “I don't even remember ever being here...”
"Well, not to sound immodest,” the hypnotist chuckled, “but you really wouldn't. No,” she placed a silencing finger over Helena's lips, stopping her next question before it formed, “it will all make sense in a moment, pet. I promise.”
"It all began right there on the bar.” she related, her voice weaving the words into a story that seem to immediately capture the raven haired Sicilian's imagination,”I had been sitting there at the corner, nursing my drink and trying to decide on where I should find my entertainment for the night. Imagine my (and everyone else's) surprise when in stormed the Huntress, frustration and disgust written in her every move, even as she hid her pain behind a stony mask of indifference.”
Remembering how frustrating the few weeks before she met Rose had been, Helena found herself nodding in agreement. She could imagine the sort of impression she'd have had on a crowd like the one that filled the club.
"It was uncanny, the hush that fell over the place as you stalked across the floor, as if everyone were holding their breath and waiting to see what you'd do next. Seated where I was, it looked as if you were coming straight at me, and I'll admit it, the sight of a fully geared, fully furious superheroine seemingly coming down on me like the wrath of an angry god was rather unnerving.”
Smiling, Helena could hardly picture her Mistress unnerved by anyone, let alone by Helena herself. Shifting in her seat to lean against the other woman, reminding herself of the hypnotist's warmth and strength, she decided Rose must be exaggerating, like all good story tellers.
"Yes, It was a sight that would have sent shivers down anyone's spine, but, as it turned out, you weren't interested in me just then. Instead, you planted your ass on that bar-stool over there and demanded to have the strongest drink the house had to offer. 'I want to either be carried out of here on a litter, or float out on a cloud of alcohol fumes.' were your exact words, I believe.”
"Anyway, there I was, sitting and watching the poor, terrified barman serve you drink after drink, and I have to admit I was having the hardest time not bursting into outright giggles at the sight (which, I think, would have ended with every single patron of the club missing their teeth and you sitting back to enjoy your drink in peace and blessed silence) when it finally dawned on me that you were trying do drive something out of your head. In second thought, the part where our dear beleaguered barman asked you if you'd had enough and you responded with 'Is it still Tuesday? Yes? Than I need another drink...' was a dead giveaway...”
"Can we move away from the drunken antics?” Helena begged, her face red with embarrassment, “Please?”
"Not on your life, dear.” Rose grinned at her, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, “They're half the fun, after all. At any rate, it was then that I decided that I needed to put a stop to it. You see, I was so caught up in watching you that it had rather seriously interfered with my own plans to get drunk myself. In fact, I was still nursing the very same drink I had when you first burst in. Clearly, something had to be done or I would never have gotten anything done that night.”
"So, putting on my best face, I waved at you to try and get your attention. 'You know,' I said 'if you're this determined to forget your troubles, I think I could offer an alternative that wouldn't be nearly so hard on your liver... Or your head, come morning...' and I guess you were just drunk enough for the idea to appeal, no matter who it came from, because you seemed to seriously consider it, then you shrugged and shot me a 'do your worst' sort of look. So, I brought out my pocket watch and, well, I'm sure you can imagine what came next...”
"You... hypnotized me... right there on the bar...” Helena whispered, mortified. She did vaguely remember something like that happening, but somehow the sure knowledge that she'd never set foot in that barely remembered bar had made it all seem less important... less real.
"Mmmhmm... I most definitely did...” Rose said, grinning proudly, then paused, seeming puzzled by the vigilante's tone. “Oh...” she murmured, realization dawning, “You still haven't figured out what kind of place this is, I guess. I've told Alicia the name is a little too subtle...”
"Rose,” Helena almost growled, “I know this sort of thing is practically everyday stuff to you, but I'm still working on getting a handle on this stuff. The thought of doing...” she faltered, “...the sort of things you do to me in public... Could you please, for once, drop the cryptic act and explain what you actually mean?”
"Cryptic?” the hypnotist repeated, sounding slightly offended, “Hmm... Well, I guess from your point of view... More oblique than cryptic, really, if you ask me... Anyway, what I was going to get to-”
"Eventually.” Helena interjected dryly.
"-eventually,” Rose conceded, “is that this club was established with...” she paused for a moment, looking for the right words, “exactly our sort of people in mind.”
"Our sort of people?”
"The oft used term is 'hypnofetishists'.” she elaborated and, responding to the rather dubious look on Helena's face, added “It's just a label, sweetie... there are other terms if you don't like that one. Anyway, the point I was trying to get to is that things like, for instance, me hypnotizing you on that bar by swinging a pocket watch before your eyes,” she paused for a moment to let the image fix itself firmly in Helena's mind, and the raven haired crimefighter could feel her annoyance melting away under a wave of excited desire, “while not exactly 'everyday stuff' as you put it, is hardly uncommon.”
"Hmmm...” Helena sighed, leaning in to rest her head on Rose's shoulder. It was hard to stay angry at the hypnotist for long, she thought. Especially when she could do this to her with just a few words, “The name... 'Lethe'? Like the river of forgetting and peaceful oblivion?”
"The one that runs past the mouth of the cave wherein dwells the god Hypnos.” she confirmed, sounding like she was quoting a rehearsed speech, “And who knows,” she added in a more natural tone, “maybe it's why you chose this of all places to drink yourself under the table... The name alone would certainly appeal to anyone who wanted to get things off their-”
"Ms. Rose?” she was interrupted by a diffident voice. Drawn out of the reverie listening to her Mistress speak often seemed to put her in, Helena could see it belonged to a youngish looking waitress, “Can I get you anything to drink?”
"A Bottle of wine and two glasses would be perfect, Sophia.” Rose smiled, nodding her acknowledgment, “And hmm... Be a dear and put it on Alicia's tab, would you?”
"Of course, Ms. Rose.” the waitress smiled winningly at both her and Helena, “It would be my pleasure.” she added before turning away and gliding gracefully toward the bar.
"They treat you well here, I see.” the Sicilian beauty observed.
"But of course, darling.” Rose smiled, gently stroking her long black hair, “It's only polite to look after one's co-workers, isn't it?”
"And now we're back to 'cryptic' again...” Helena sighed, unable to suppress a slight smile.
"All will be revealed in due time, dear.” Rose promised lightly, “Anyway, we were talking about me hypnotizing on the bar, weren't we?”
"Hmmm... Yessss.” Helena sighed again, sounding wistful.
"Well, it soon became obvious that, entranced or awake, you weren't in any shape to get yourself back home, so I took it upon myself to take you there. You weren't particularly shy about giving me the address by then, of course.”
"Oh, hell...” The vigilante moaned, wondering who else had been there to hear the Huntress announcing her home address to the whole wide world.
"Don't worry.” Rose reassured her, “I made sure you whispered it in my ear.”
“Oh,” Helena let out a relieved breath, “Thank you... and...ummm... that's how you know who I am under the mask?”
"In essence, yes.” the hypnotist nodded, continuing to gently stroke the vigilante's hair in a way that really made Helena wish they were alone. “Of course, I did stay for a while to get to know... the person under the mask a little better...”
"Wanted to know all my secrets, did you?” Helena teased coyly.
"Oh, not just your secrets,” Rose's voice dipped into a low, husky purr that sent tingles down Helena's spine, “I wanted all of you, all to myself.”
"Mmmm...” she moaned softly, “I do like the sound of that...” she murmured, her head swimming with imagined visions of that first night. Of giving herself over to the woman who would become her Mistress for the first time.
"Well,” the hypnotist hedged, smiling mischievously. “I'm pretty sure you'd like the sound of me reading the phone book out loud... if I did it right.”
"Hmmm....” Helena pretended to consider, “I probably would...” she admitted, “Though I can't imagine you doing it wrong...”
"Flatterer.” Rose accused playfully.
"No, really!” she insisted in mock seriousness, nudging closer to the beauty in red, “It's as if some devious hypnotist has sidled her way into my head and completely obliterated the notion that you might do anything wrong. Ever.”
"How odd...” Rose grinned, leaning closer to her and capturing her gaze with her own, “And did you thank that... hypothetical hypnotist who seems to think so highly of me?”
"I'd like to...” she breathed as her world narrowed into two bottomless pools of glittering hazel.
"Then... Hmm...” there was a momentary pause as the hypnotist weighed her options, “Ohh... I know!” she declared triumphantly, her voice pitched down to reach Helena's ears only, “For the rest of the night, whenever you feel my touch on your skin, you will utter the words 'Command me, Mistress.' in the most seductive, desire-stricken way you can manage, and accept whatever I tell you next as an irresistible, overwhelming command. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she purred, sliding a finger languorously along the Huntress' jawline.
"Ohh...” Helena moaned, wanting to tell the woman just how much she'd like, love even, to give her Mistress even one more way to melt her mind into a delightfully obedient mush, but all she managed as she felt her eyes hooding in helpless desire were three simple words, “Command me... Mistress...”
"Mmmm... Good girl.” Rose leaned closer to the captivated heroine, the tips of their noses almost brushing against each other, “Now, let the memories of this newest trigger drift out of your conscious mind's reach. It would feel so much better to accept your new compulsion as you own natural submission rising to the surface, wouldn't it, my pet?”
"Yes, Mistress...” Helena let out another soft moan as a wave of dizzy confusion washed through her. She wasn't sure just what she'd been agreeing with, she realized, but then again, it wasn't as if she could think of anything Rose might ask that she wouldn't rush to obey. Still lost in her eyes, so close now that she felt she could literally drown in them, she felt Rose's cool forehead pressing against her own. “Command me, Mistress.” she breathed, her heart racing as the words slipped out of her mouth.
"Kiss me.” the words seemed to fill her entire world, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips locked with her hypnotist's in a deep passionate kiss that seemed to last forever but still end too soon. Lips quivering in desire, Helena could think of only one response.
"Command me, Mistress...” she bit her lip, swaying in formless expectation. Her Mistress, licking her velvet soft lips and smiling possessively at her, seemed ready to do just that when the waitress returned, carrying a bottle of red wine and two expensive looking thin stemmed glasses.
"Here you are, Ms. Rose!” the young woman flashed a charming smile at the hypnotist, “The best wine in the house,” she chimed, sounding eager to please as she bent down to pour the deep red liquid into the glasses, “and, umm...” she added, her face coloring in what Helena thought she recognized as guilt, “put on Ms. Alicia's tab, just like you asked...”
"Mmm... Thank you, Sophia.” Rose seemed almost on the verge of chuckling at the deepening color in the girl's cheeks as she moved her glass back and forth, swirling the wine inside, “Now, don't be rude, pet.” she shot Helena a playfully chastising glance, “Be a good girl and thank her too.”
"Thank you, Sophia!” the heroine blurted breathlessly, the sudden realization that she'd been literally holding her breath waiting for her Mistress' next command, coupled with Rose's admonishment and being called 'pet' in public all but setting her face on fire.
The waitress, Sophia, shot her an understanding smile, “It's my pleasure to serve, miss.” she almost chanted, turning her attention back to Rose, who smiled at her, amused and idly playing with a lock of Helena's midnight black hair, “Can I get you anything else?”
"Hmm... No,” Rose replied, taking a sip of her wine and smiling in appreciation, “this will do quite nicely for now, I think. Go ahead and run along.” she made a dismissive gesture.
"Yes, Ms. Rose.” the waitress murmured, and it seemed to Helena there was a hint of relief in her voice. “Whatever you say.” she backed away, giving the two of them a small bow, and headed off into the club's dimness.
"The staff here,” Rose observed genially, picking the second wineglass and offering it to Helena, who took it gratefully, almost reverently, “are so much fun.”
"I'll bet they are...” Helena murmured to herself, taking a sip of her wine. It was, she decided, as good as it was promised to be, and probably wasn't something the club could afford to throw around at every other guest. “Had a long time to train them?” she asked, looking at Rose questioningly over her glass.
"Truthfully?” the hypnotist began, her eyes scanning over the room as she seemed to consider her answer, “Not really. I've only found the place a short time before you did...” she returned her gaze to Helena, smiling in a self-deprecating way that looked rather out of place on her face, “I'm afraid I'm still behaving like a girl with a shiny new toy when it comes to all this.” she waved her glass in an all encompassing gesture.
"Oh...” Helena bit her lip, staring down at her wine. 'Still like a girl with a shiny new toy.', 'Only found it just before you did.' she couldn't help but draw the obvious conclusions and parallels, and the implications... The touch of soft hand on her cheek, warm even trough the glove, drew her attention back to her auburn haired Mistress. Meeting her eyes, she spoke without thinking, “Command me, Mistress.”
"Tell me what you're thinking, dear.” the hypnotist sounded tender, concerned even. “I won't have you worry yourself to pieces.”
"I'm thinking that I might also be a shiny new toy for you.” the words tumbled out of Helena's mouth. The room seemed to grow darker and quieter as she obediently bared her heart, staring deeply into Rose's eyes in search of... something... “I'm afraid that you'll put me aside... when something new catches your attention... or when I'm not as shiny or new anymore... and I've never felt the way you make me before... I don't want to...”
"Honey...” Rose's voice silenced the torrent of words as effectively as any gag, “You're a superheroine.” she leaned in closer, her words meant for Helena alone, “And a mafia princess, and a schoolteacher... Even if you do get old and familiar one day, you're the sort of toy a girl keeps...” she was so close now, the heroine could all but taste the wine on her lips and feel her eyes unfocusing of their own accord, trying to drown in the hypnotist's gaze, “The well loved, cherished one she cuddles with when the night is cold and the world is cruel.”
Caught in the warmth of the moment, Helena could only sit there as her Mistress closed her arms around her in a tender, comforting, enduring embrace. “Command me, Mistress...” she whispered into the hypnotist's auburn mane, her eyes closed, not wanting to see anything but Rose. Not wanting to be anything but her toy.
"Stop worrying so much, pet.” the softly spoken words sounded like thunder, reverberating inside her, “I'm not letting you go until you do...”
"Yes, Mistress...” Helena found herself smiling. To obey Rose's command, or be trapped in her embrace forever... Her Mistress had such sweet cruelty to her... It didn't matter, she realized, breathing in the heady scent of the hypnotist's hair, if Rose would put her aside one day. Even if she were left forgotten in a dark dusty closet, it would not change who she was. She would forever remain her Mistress' toy, and held in the melting warmth of her arms, she could think of nothing else she'd rather be. Letting out a mindlessly blissful sigh, she felt her doubts dissolving into a cloud of dizzying complacency, that one singular fact of her future rendering every other worry so wonderfully moot. “I... obey...” she moaned, dazedly determined to to let Rose know she'd made her choice and, more importantly, done as she'd been told.
"Good girl...” the hypnotist cooed softly in her ear, stroking her hair with gentle fingers, “It's always better to obey than to worry, isn't that right?”
"Yes, Mistress...” Helena agreed wholeheartedly. Throughout her whole life, she'd done so much of the first and so little of the second... The night she'd met her Mistress and made the choice to try the other way was the best she'd ever had, she decided, even if she couldn't remember a blessed second of it clearly.
"I do so love hearing those words.” Rose whispered in her ear, and the raven haired beauty could just picture the cocky grin that so often graced her Mistress' perfect lips. Even with that lovely image swimming in her head though, she couldn't help the soft mewling sound that escaped her lips as the hypnotist unwrapped her arms from around her, releasing her from her tight, warm embrace.
"Now, now, pet...” the hypnotist chided her playfully, “There will be time for more of that after the show...”
Blinking in dazed confusion, it was then that Helena realized that the lights had gone dim. That the room had grown quiet while she was held in her Mistress' embrace, “Wha-?” she began, uncomprehending.
"Shhh... “ Rose hushed her gently, turning her gaze toward the stage on the far sedge of the room where the curtain was beginning to stir. “Just watch the show, for now.” she assured her, making room for her to lean and rest her head over her shoulder.
Obliging, Helena melted against her Mistress, her cheek resting on the woman's soft breast. “Mmmm... Command me, Mistress...” she murmured softly, watching the stage through drooping eyelids and basking in the relaxing warmth of Rose's presence.
"Pay close attention to the next part, pet...” came the hypnotist's response, her fingers stroking Helena's hair possessively.
'That's an easy one...' Helena thought to herself, letting herself be drawn in by the stirring curtain and the low, seductive music that had began playing, rising so softly that she couldn't quite pin down when she'd began hearing it. “Will there be a test later, Mistress?” she teased playfully.
"Oh, You never know...” Rose retorted quietly. On the stage, a lone figure slipped through the curtain, gliding confidently into view, Illuminated by subtle lighting that almost made her straight black hair and pale white skin seem to shine. The silence that had fallen over the club seemed to deepen as the woman made her way to the very edge of the stage.
Even in the dim lighting, the black of her figure hugging outfit gleamed sleekly, its red accents drawing every eye in the room toward the woman's dark smoldering eyes and ample cleavage as she swept her gaze across the room, her lips curling in a small superior smile at what she saw before her. Slowly, she raised her arm, an imperious gesture executed in perfect synchronization with the subtle, demanding music that filled the room to herald her entrance. Its message was clear. 'Rise, and come to me.'
From her place leaning against her Mistress, Helena watched the woman repeat the gesture and felt her breath catching. In the intimate darkness, she couldn't shake the feeling it was meant for her. By the time the silent woman had repeated her beckoning gesture, she felt herself preparing to rise to her feet in response without any clear memory of just when she'd decided to do so.
"No.” Rose's forbidding voice stopped her in her tracks, “You are mine, pet,” she said, softly enough that only Helena could hear, “and I do not share.”
A moan escaped the raven haired vigilante's lips as she sunk back against the hypnotist's warm body, the tension that had built in her melting away. Faintly, she could see another woman rising to her feet from her seat in one of the adjacent booths, an expression of wide eyed uncertainty on her face. Responding to the continuing beckons of the woman in black, the young woman took a halting step forward, then another, her feet seeming to lead her toward the stage of their own accord.
Unsure just what was it she was seeing, Helena watched the young woman, a redhead in a short red dress she saw, now that she'd moved out of the shadows (her dress, she thought uncomfortably, looking rather like the one she herself was wearing), being drawn to the imperious woman in black as if she was being pulled along by some invisible line. She watched her as she climbed onto the stage, helpless bewilderment still written in her face as she heeded the silent summoning. Was the woman truly hypnotized, she wondered, unable to contain the jolt of excitement that ran through her at the thought, and would she have taken her place on the stage, if Rose hadn't been there to stop her?
On the stage, the redhead stood passive, staring ahead mutely as the black clad woman place a hand lightly on her cheek, holding her in place. In the warm embrace of her Mistress, Helena shuddered, remembering all the times Rose had held her in almost the exact same fashion, and watched with rapt attention as the hypnotist (there was no doubt in her mind anymore that this was what the masterful black haired woman was) passed her hand before her unwitting subject's eyes over and over again. With each passing, she saw, the confusion faded away from the redhead's face, leaving behind it an increasingly placid look.
Again and again, the black clad hypnotist repeated the flowing, deliberate motion, her subject seeming to melt further and further into blank, mindless relaxation with every second. It was clear by then that every eye in the club was centered on her, and on her docile redheaded subject, and that this was exactly the way things were supposed to be. The air was tense with anticipation as she held out her hand in an instantly recognizable manner, and an almost audible breath of release washed over the room as her fingers snapped sharply and the redhead's eyes slammed shut, her posture growing instantly limp as she fell to her knees.
'I wonder how many of us fell with her...' Helena thought, but couldn't bring herself to look around and check. Up on the stage, the hypnotist ran her fingers in a circle around the redhead's throat, tracing an invisible collar, then snapped her fingers again. Immediately, the redhead's eyes shot open, fixing on the empty air before her with puzzled consternation. Fixing on a leash only she could see, it soon became clear as the hypnotist mimed a tug with her empty hand and the hypnotized girl followed jerkily, a small yelp escaping her lips.
Again, the hypnotist tugged the imaginary leash and the redhead followed, climbing to her feet but never seeming to struggle against the compulsion to follow as the black clad woman paraded her across the stage. Every few steps, she would pull her subject close, grinning wickedly as the redhead, helpless to stop herself, stumbled into her waiting arms and blushed furiously as the hypnotist whispered into her ears words no one in the audience could make out.
Growing increasingly flustered as she was put on display for the crowd, the redhead soon began to fight back, struggling against her invisible lead, hands clawing uselessly at the the empty air between her and the raven haired hypnotist, who simply smiled and tugged her in close again, eliciting another yelp of surprise and frustration that was cut short by then hypnotist's fingers pressed against her forehead, stopping her forward momentum cold.
For a frozen instant that seemed to stretch for hours they stood there, the domineering hypnotist and her helpless plaything, eyes locked into each other's, before the hypnotist brought her fingers together and once again snapped them right next to the redhead's ears. The reaction was immediate. The girl's face slackened, her eyes slamming shut again and her arms, frozen in their futile struggles, falling limply to her sides as she stood leaning forward, her awkward angle balanced and supported by the hypnotist's hand on her forehead.
Slowly, the woman in black moved even closer to the insensate redhead, pushing her back upright and once again whispering into her ears commands the watching crowd could only guess at. Grinning at the audience as she pressed close against her subject, she turned her around to face them, showing her off with a possessive wave of one hand, the other still resting lightly on the redhead's brow, then, timing it flawlessly with a lull in the slow music to make it sound all the louder, snapped her fingers again.
In her arms, the redhead's eyelids fluttered open, revealing glassy brown eyes that stared mindlessly ahead until the hypnotist's hand passed before them in a slow, flowing motion that once again captured her attention and spun her around to face the smirking raven haired dominatrix. Caught deep in her spell, she trailed obediently after her hypnotist toward the back of the stage, drawn by the irresistible pull of her beckoning hands and eyes and the unspoken invitation of sweet oblivion that awaited her behind the heavy curtains.
Watching raptly from the warm safety of her own hypnotist's arms, Helena let out a long-held breath as the two women disappeared from sight. “Was all that..?” she whispered, barely audible over the soft music that still filled the club.
"Real?” Rose finished, gently stroking the back of the heroine's gloved hands in a way Helena found oddly distracting, “Who knows? It can be hard to tell what goes on in someone else's head sometimes.”
"Oh, I don't know... I've met some pretty single-minded people in my time... Monomaniacal, even...” Helena looked up at the hypnotist, grinning crookedly.
"Mmmm... Big words... I like that...”
"Which is why you're dating a s-”
"Which is why I'm dating a smart-ass, yes...” Helena blushed at Rose's interruption, suddenly reminded that she was still wearing the Huntress' mantle, if not her costume, and realizing how close she'd come to blurting out her secret identity's occupation where anyone curious enough to listen could overhear.
'If she hadn't cut me off just then...' she thought, the idea of being kept safe by her Mistress bringing warmth to more than just her face.
"But what I meant,” Rose continued, her tone patient, “was that to anyone outside those two, it would be almost impossible to tell... Was that redhead really in a trance? Was she just playing along? Is there really a difference?” she smiled, flashing a considering smile at the vigilante, “If you follow my commands when you're in a trance because doing so feels wonderful-”
"It really does, you know?” Helena blurted out, grinning.
"I do actually know.” the hypnotist confirmed, her eyes growing distant for moment, and her lips quirking in a small, secretive smile. “So, am I controlling you by making you feel good, or are you in control by choosing to play along with whatever little suggestions I leave in that head of yours?”
"But if you go ahead with that reasoning,” Helena objected, her brow furrowing in confusion, “People 'playing along' in response to generated stimuli, you could just as easily say there's no such thing as mind control at all. That it's all by choice.”
"I could say that.” Rose's tone was light, playful, “In fact, there's whole lot of people out there who would fall all over themselves, trying to convince you that the entire concept so much nonsense and nothing more...” she she smiled, privately reflecting on how much of her career had been built on that exact sentiment.
"I don't know...” Helena let out a pensive sigh, “I've seen some pretty compelling evidence of mind control being real out there...”
"Have you, now?” the hypnotist sounded curious. “You'd have to tell me more about that someday...”
"I'd... prefer not to...” the Sicilian beauty confessed, frowning. The thought that on some level the people she'd seen under mind control, all victims to one supervillain or another, chose to do what they did was not a pleasant one. “Those aren't the fun kind of stories...”
“No, I suppose they wouldn't be, would they?” Rose agreed soberly, “But you wouldn't say that kind of thing is something your usual run of the mill human being can pull off, would you?”
"Well, no,” it was Helena's turn to agree, “not a normal person...” she shot the masked hypnotist a shrewd, appraising look.
“Heh...” Rose smirked back at her, “I think,” she declared, “I'll take that look as a compliment...”
"umm...” Helena bit her lip, her blush returning, made suddenly awkward by Rose offhand acceptance of her implied accusation. Hearing from the woman's own lips that, if she chose to, she could extend her influence over her even further than she had already, and that Helena might not have much of a say in the matter, sent an unsettling thrill through her. Unbidden, memories of the night's earlier events and the image of herself kneeling helplessly before her shadow-framed Mistress drifted into her mind. Desperate to put the thought out of her mind, she let her eyes drift back to the stage.
"Ok, you can't possibly expect me to believe this could be real!” she whispered, eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. On the stage, the black haired, black clad hypnotist had strapped her redheaded victim into a complicated and uncomfortable looking chair that seemed designed to force her face to look straight into a slowly pulsating screen, and was straddling her, her elbows resting over the bound girl's chest while the redhead stared forward, transfixed, mute, and motionless by what Helena had to assume was some kind of hypnotic display.
"In this town?” she heard Rose's teasing response, still unable to tear her eyes from the two women performing (or so she hoped, at least) on the stage, “I heard stories, you know. Before I came here...”
"This... town..?” the raven haired vigilante frowned in concentration, trying to remember just where she was and drawing a blank. She was where her Mistress wanted her to be, and that was all there was to it.
"Oh... I'd almost forgotten about that...” She could hear Rose murmuring beside her, sounding both amused and strangely apologetic at the same time, then the soft touch of tender lips pressing against her cheek seemed to melt the world away on a tide of pure submissive bliss.
"Command me, Mistress...” She said, or thought she said, melting into the hypnotist's warm body. On the stage, the redhead looked so wonderfully happy to be helpless. Her lips parting in a slow, mindless smile, she surrendered herself to her Mistress' will.
"Remember everything we agreed you should.” A warm, velvet soft voice whispered in her ear, pouring into her, soothing her confusion into a relaxed, placid daze.
'Such a strange way of phrasing that...' she thought, the implications hanging teasingly just out of reach of her languid mind. She could have reached for them, she knew, but unless Mistress wanted her to, why should she bother? Much better to just sink deeper and embrace whatever truths Mistress had left for her.
"Yes... Mistress...” she sighed dreamily, the meaning of Rose's earlier comment slowly coalescing in her mind as old memories floated idly to the surface. In a city that had nightclubs dedicated to supervillains, or even run by them, would a genuine brainwashing machine finding its way to a place like Lethe really be that much of a stretch? “I can see... what you mean...” she moaned contentedly, enjoying the warm relaxation that came with accepting her Mistress' thoughts. So much easier than struggling to reach her own, she thought. Or accepted the thought. It was so easy to forget the difference between the two.
"Good girl.” there was pride in the hypnotist's voice as she ran her fingers through Helena's long hair, an intimate, possessive gesture that made the Sicilian beauty feel many years younger than she felt she'd ever been, “It's always important to keep an open mind...”
"Ha.” Helena drawled lazily, feeling too relaxed to give the comment the barb it rightfully deserved, “Very funny.”
"I thought so.” Rose's reply was unapologetically smug. “I could make you think so, too.”
"I think I'd rather be mindless...” Helena deadpanned, “It would be far less embarrassing in the long run than having to share your sense of humor.”
"Hmmm...” seemingly unoffended, the masked redhead made a contemplative sound, “That does seem to be going around lately...” she observed casually, still stroking Helena's hair.
"People making fun of your jokes?” Helena drawled, her lips curling in a lazy, mischievous grin.
"No, sweetie,” the hypnotist replied absently, her attention seemingly focused on the performing couple on the stage, and in particular on the redhead subject. Her restraints undone and discarded, she still sat motionless and utterly transfixed on the pulsating screen before her. “Pretty things wanting to be mindless.” Rose finished, sounding thoughtful.
"She does sell the impression, doesn't she?” Helena blinked in surprise as a woman's voice, darkly amused, interjected itself into the conversation. Heart pounding, she tore herself away from Rose, her head snapping to orient on the newcomer, a dark haired woman in black with what looked like expensive Mediterranean tan and a pair of thin framed spectacles that lent her an intellectual air.
"Oh, you startled her...” she could hear Rose saying in a playfully pouty tone, “And I worked so hard to get her to relax... I must say, Leash, that's unconscionably rude of you...”
"Evening, Rose.” the woman replied coolly, stepping into the booth and seating herself down opposite of the two masked women. “I see you've helped yourself into my wine cellar... or serving staff... again.” she remarked, arching a brow at the now half empty wine bottle and the two glasses, one half full, the other all but untouched.
"What can I say, darling?” Rose replied, smiling beatifically, “When you pencil 'submissive tendencies' into your hiring criteria, you get what you pay for...Really, I could hardly be expected to help myself... or to not help myself, as the case may be.” she added, her smile shifting into a smirk, and picked up her glass to take a slow, deliberate sip.
"Did she really...?” Helena began, addressing the question to Rose as she studied the woman. Her long, jet black hair fell down in waves, its arrangement so natural looking that Helena guessed it had taken quite some time to achieve, and her black outfit seemed designed to blur the line between businesses casual and mouth-drying sexy then sit down in the middle and gleefully watch everyone else sweating. The entire ensemble spoke of deliberate and measured intent and, coupled with her cool attitude and a certain ageless quality to her features that made it hard to pin down her exact age, gave her a self possessed air the likes of which the Huntress had rarely seen.
"Base slander.” The woman replied calmly, “However, I will admit that your... friend seems to have quite the talent in bringing out just such tendencies even from those who aren't normally given to such things.” she eyed Rose critically, “It is, quite possibly, the only reason I haven't had her thrown out of here yet, despite her frankly appalling manners.”
"Ah, is that my sign to begin the introductions?” Rose asked with obviously feigned innocence, “Yes, I can see by your glare that it is... Well, since I guess you weren't here the last time she visited, please allow me to introduce to... Huntress.” she paused for a moment, seeming to revel in the other two women's attention before adding, “Yes, the Huntress.” which was apparently enough to break through the woman's eerie calm as Helena saw a moment of true shock on her face, quickly marshaled and hidden away as the hypnotist continue, “And Huntress, meet Lethe's owner and manager, Alethea Leventis... Though she usually goes by 'Alicia' these days.” she smirked, teasingly adding “Too many missed pronunciations, maybe?”
"Hardly.” the woman, Alicia, managed to scoff without so much as a huff, “Even Americans aren't that bad.” she shook her head, then straightened her glasses, smirking behind her hand in way Helena could only assume had been calculated for her to notice, “I simply find the new name's meaning far more... suitable to my nature.”
"She means she's bossy and superior, and she wants everyone to know it.” Rose translated in a mischievous stage whisper, leaning in closer to Helena as she did.
"Quite so,” the club's owner confirmed, unperturbed, “It's the little details that add up to build the proper image in people's hearts minds, as I'm sure you both had the opportunities enough to work out for yourselves.”
"So, you're also a...” Helena began, then faltered, not quite sure how to approach the subject
"A hypnotist.” Alicia confirmed simply, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs as she spoke, “And a domme. Although I seem to have much less time to indulge myself these days while I work to keep this place running... Still, one simply must find the time for the little pleasures of life or one is hardly alive at all...”
"...And that kind of remark is exactly what makes everyone think you're practicing on your staff...” Rose interjected quietly enough for only Helena to hear, bringing a smile to the heroine's lips.
"...And you,” Alicia continued addressing Helena, either failing to hear Rose's remark, or choosing to ignore it, “must be the project that had kept her too busy to come around lately.” she smirked, “I ought to be grateful, really.”
"Thanks, I guess...” Helena frowned slightly, feeling her cheeks heat with the faintest of flushes at the thought of being thought of as Rose's 'project'. It was strange, she thought. For a while now, she'd believed her fascination... no, she admitted to herself, her infatuation with Rose had stemmed from some long denied desire to be taken care of, to surrender to the authority she'd spent a lifetime bucking with the promise that someone else did have all the answers and would share them with her if she'd just let them take charge. But if that was the case, how could she be sitting right across from another hypnotist, and by all accounts one that had been at it longer, and was far more experienced at it than Rose, watching her go through the motions that would have marked her as powerful, in control, and, yes, sexy, and feel nothing? And what did it mean that remembering Rose doing almost the exact same thing earlier that night still made her feel weak in the knees?
"...never would have imagined her to be the contemplative sort.” Alicia was saying when the Sicilian vigilante finally wrestled her attention back to the conversation that had, apparently, gone on without her.
"Oh, we've been trying all sorts of new things lately, haven't we?” Rose's voice, sounding suddenly very close to her, and the feeling of her gloved fingers running through her hair made Helena's heart race even as she stopped herself from looking at the auburn haired hypnotist, enjoying the idea of being her passive plaything too much to want it to stop.
"hmmm... Yes...” she mouthed, unable to stop the small submissive sound from escaping her lips.
"Is that so?” Alicia leaned forward, stapling her fingers before her, “Well,” she said softly, “in honor of your... experiments, I think I'll let this,” she shot the bottle of wine a meaningful look, “slide, just this once. Consider it... a gift.” she rose smoothly to her feet, looking down on the other two, “But now I have other matters that require my attention. Do try not to cause too much mischief before I have to close for the night.” she said, taking her leave without waiting for their response, and was soon soon swallowed by the modest bustle of the dim room.
"So,” Helena said quietly, watching her go, “a friend of yours, I take it?”
"Something like that.” Rose murmured in her ears, so close that Helena could feel her warmth, her fingers still gently stroking her hair, “No, don't turn around.” the hypnotist commanded before she'd even had even began to move, “I like this. Having you as a helpless plaything...”
"oh...” the raven haired vigilante breathed out, a warm feeling rising inside her at the hypnotist's words, wiping away even the idea of moving without the woman's permission.
"She's actually a big softy under all that ice and aristocracy,” Rose continued, “but we all pretend not to notice. Just part of the game and all that...”
"Okay...” Helena agreed meekly. Not sure what to do, she let her drift over to the stage. The performers were gone, she saw, the curtains closed, the show having ended while they sat with Alicia. A small pang run through her at the realization she'd missed the ending, 'I guess,' she thought, 'we'll just have to come back sometime, and watch it again...' it was not, she decided, an unpleasant thought, and hoped Rose would agree.
"Umm... Mistress?” she began feeling her heart begin to race.
"Yes, dear?” the velvet soft purr of the hypnotist's voice made her shiver.
"About what you asked me before...” she exhaled, trying to put her thoughts in order, “About which 'you' I'd prefer was real? I think I can answer that now...”
"Hmm... please go on, pet...”
"I think... I think it doesn't matter. So long as it is you...”
To be continued...
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Goddamn, slow down man, I cant take this many quality posts one after the other!
No time! School's starting up again in a week, and I have to get what I can done while my break lasts! <panics> Gah! where's that tablet?! so much to do! so much to dooo!
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No time! School's starting up again in a week, and I have to get what I can done while my break lasts! <panics> Gah! where's that tablet?! so much to do! so much to dooo!
Where do you live that your school is starting up so quickly? Or are you taking summer classes?
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Or are you taking summer classes?
something like that...
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Teaching Summer classes?
Heh, no. For all intents and purposes I am taking summer classes... I'm just not sure they're categorized as such... the school just keeps going.
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