amarillionx

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 17:35:36 GMT

Title: Red Chair V
Author: amarillion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: M 18+
Summary: Nine in the Red Chair
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Contains: Explicit Sexual acts, Mild BDSM, and torture.
Disclaimer: The Dr and all belong to the BBC. I'm just borrowing them with added Kink.

But she wasn’t finished yet. He’d had a sweet promise of more pleasure, now it was time for the pain. Tapping out a quick pattern across the air, she released her next command for the chair. It rippled again and she quickly stepped out from between his legs and the teasing flesh still hidden. The chair bought his legs together, and brought his arms up and together over his head. Then it bowed slowly and began to ripple in a sideways motion and he was gently rotated onto his stomach. As his bound form was turned over she heard a clink as something dropped from the remains of his shirt and jacket. She waited and watched as once on his stomach, the Red Chair stretched upwards, taking his bounds hands with it, even as his legs were spread again. Had he been in full control of his senses, he would surely have felt excrutiatingly volnerable at this point. More so as she stepped between his legs again and ripped the shredded remains of his clothing off him.

His head hung down slightly, the blinders having moved around with him, so his eyes only were still covered, but left his ears and the back of his head now exposed. He was now effectively spread on his stomach, his hands now bound above his head left his back nicely arched. She admired the smooth untouched skin down his back and pondered her next move. She found herself reaching for a small soft seude cat-o-nine tails. Weight enough to sting, but not enough to leave real welts unless wielded with considerable strength, and in that case, there were better whips for that purpose. She flicked the lashes across his buttocks and grinned to see them tighten reflexively. Then set about with a purpose.

She started across his buttocks and then slowly worked her way up, leaving barely an inch of skin untouched. Once she hit his shoulders and his back was a nice warm red she activated the camera in his blinders to monitor his eyes. He was still whimpering, that low heavy male animal sound of frustrated lust, rather than of pure pain. Good, it looked like he could take more. She flicked a gesture out and the chair stretched out higher. Slowly his body was pulled up, until he was resting at nearly 45 degrees and his entire upper body past his knees was suspended from the bindings around his wrists. She bent down with a wickedly toothy grin to see his unmasked glory now straining solidly against his belly, she admired the sight even as she noticed the fluid seeping from the straining tip.
She strode back to her tray by the wall and grabbed up another small bottle as well as a slim metallic ring. Objects in hand, she strode back between his legs and knelt down. She grabbed his organ in one hand, firmly massaging its thick length for a few moments, listening to his gasps as she drew cool finger overs his tight balls. Then she decided to indulge herself and lent into his groin pulling his resisting flesh down between his legs and into sight. She squeezed it harder, drawing another low long moan from the man, then opened her mouth and swallowed the few inches of hot flesh that poked above her restraining fist.

His cry was certainly more heartfelt, if even less coherent, as she tasted him. She buried her face into his groin and forced her fist closer into his body, allowing herself to swallow another inch of him. She delighted in the taste, the sensation. The softness of the skin over that hot hard twitching interior. The hot salty sour taste of him, and the twitching everytime she ran her tongue over the senstive spot just under the head. She could feel the twitching becoming more urgent as his hips remembered they were now free and began to hump into her hand and mouth.
He was so very very close. Pulling of him quickly, she snapped the ring about his cock midshaft, then slid it down to the base of his shaft. Then quickly wrapped her lips around the swollen head again and sucked him down hard.

His wordless cry echoed dully around the room this time, followed almost immediately by a strangled roar as he began to come, and was promptly stopped on the very edge of the orgasm by the cool unyielding ring around his cock. She continued to play with his flesh, letting his frantic desperate humping drive it in and out of her mouth. As he did so, she picked up and carefully opened the bottle she had picked up earlier. Tilting it up in the one hand, she felt the lqiud spill into her palm and she dropped the now empty bottle back on the ground and wrapped her oiled fingers around his oh so tight ball sack. She finally pulled off him and let his agonisingly stiff organ smack up back into his belly, and turned her attention to his balls. She massaged the oil into them, smiling sweetly at the soft frustrated whimpers that were still coming from him.

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 18:35:08 GMT

Title: Red Chair Part IV
Author: amarillion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: M 18+
Summary: Nine in the Red Chair
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Contains: Sexual contact, Bondage, Mild S&M.
Disclaimer: The Dr and all belong to the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.

The Doctor could do little but thrash helplessly in his restraints, the drugs coursing through his system were slowly but surely eroding his self control and increasing his sensory input to an alarming degree of sensitivity. Frantic thoughts chased their way around his head, but none slowed enough for him to be able to latch on to a solid idea. Just a fading sureness that he needed to be looking for someone, fading under the onslaught of primal lust and the nerve searing sensations running across his bare skin.

“I have, I have to find…” He managed to gasp.

“Have to… have… hunh,”

Se blinked and could only admire his stubbornness anew. However she had a job to do and an audience to sate and the clock was ticking. Wiping her hands on some of the remains of his shirt, she reached out to the wall of toys and selected her next tool, she then moved around and straddled his lower legs, careful not to touch him. She positioned herself carefully, then reached out and grasped the torn belt of his pants in one hand and hefted the large wickedly curved blade in one hand and flashed a jagged smile at the camera’s. She slipped the curved edge of the blade under the waist band of his pants and with a rapid, but firmly controlled movement, slashed downwards. With a ragged tearing sound, the right side of his pants was slashed open to the knee, a fine red line down his thigh the only mark on his pale skin. Flipping the blade into her other hand, she spun it in a gratuitous shimmer of silver, before repeating the maneuver down his left side to slice away the cloth. The sides fell away, leaving only a teasing remainder across his groin and inner thighs, held up more by sweat, than anything else.
Flipping the blade back into her main hand, she moved down to his feet and used the blade in flashy lethal slices to systematically remove the rest of his clothing. Leaving only that panel across his groin.
It really wouldn’t do to give it all away too quickly now, she decided.

She stood back again and replace the blade after carefully wiping it clean. His skin really was almost shocking pale, especially on his thighs and in contrast to the current ruddy colouration of his upper torso under her tormenting liquids. She gestured in an inhuman flex of the wrist and watched as the red chair slowly morphed and expanded, carrying the bound man with it. With slow pulsating waves it settled into a more horizontal fashion that left her victim spread eagled and tilted at a thirty degree angle to the ground. She had to smile as she noted the remains of his pants still clung grimly to him, as if determined to preserve the last remains of his dignity. She stalked towards his head, trailing her fingers along his body from knee to bare white outer thigh, up along the taunt flinching muscles along his ribs, to slowly caress the curve of his jaw. She leant down and pushed part of his blinds aside to expose just that left ear. With a wicked throaty laugh she kissed the side of his jaw, and hummed contently as he flinched as much as he was able. Then she leant down and slowly ran the tip of her tongue around the curve of his ear, before gently sucking on the lobe for several seconds.

By the time she let it go and stood up again, she had noticed with intense satisfaction the low moans of pleasure coming from him. Looks like the ears were another win, she mentally ticked off. Her eyes drifted down the length of his body, and she noticed that square of fabric was having more trouble than ever staying put, now mostly due to internal pressure it was covering, if not concealing. She eyed the sizeable bulge and decided once she unveiled all, it might even be quite…satifying.
She leant back down and returned to gently teasing the erogenous zones around his ear and lobe. Using the soft low moans, which peaked every now and then into a muted growl through barred teeth as her liquids spike to painful intensity across his chest, she slowly eased him ever deeper into a state of mindless lust. She moved downwards slightly, licking and softly biting the tender skin of his neck, leaving the faintest of teeth imprints as the moans turned into whimpers.

When she judged he was in a fit enough state, she pulled back and blew soft cool air across the warmed skin of that side of his face. Then pulling back her hand, slapped it hard across his jaw. The reaction was perfect, he flinched again, but under the mirrored blinders, his eyes were still wide and glazed with raw lust. She traced one nail down the redden skin of his cheek and was pleased to note he only flinched slightly now. She slipped the side piece of his blinder back over that ear and moved down towards his feet again. She flicked a nail hard across that one poor tortured nipple and watched his stomach ripple as he tried to convulse in pain, before almost brushing over the tented fabric across his groin, then raking lightly down the outside of his thigh.

She almost changed her mind at the twitch that resulted in her near touch, and ended up going down and up to stand between his spead eagled legs in the new gap created by the chairs morph. She leant down and trickled her nails under the back of one knee and smiled, before returning to stare rather intently at the fabric. She caught one ripped corner and tugged slightly, being rewarded by a firm twitch from the flesh underneath, she dropped the corner and reached up to wrap her hand around the firm warm length of him.
That provoked a reaction.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh……….”

The wordless sound died down, even as his hips pushed up towards her and she felt a definate tension increase within her grasp. With lips parted she couldn’t resist gently massaging the sturdy handful, then was even more pleasantly surprised when she felt a slight increase in its length and girth under her gentle hold. She flicked a quick look and a possessive smile curled the corner of her mouth as she watched his face. From this angle, she couldn’t see his eyes, but the open mouth, working silently in conjunction with each caress of the thick handfull of flesh she had was promise enough. Soon enough she would be able to remove the bindings and have him beg her to continue.

And at that point, he would be utterly hers.

Red Chair part III

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:21:48 GMT

Title: Red Chair III
Author: amarillion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: M 18+
Summary: Nine in the Red Chair
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Contains: Sexual contact, Bondage, Mild S&M & Torture.
Disclaimer: The Dr and all belong to the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.

He was panting hoarsely now, sweat beading in the hollows of his throat. She ran the nails of one hand across those pools before lifting her finger tips to her lips and slowly licking each finger tip clean. Tasting the scent of him, salty sweat with the faint coppery overtones of blood. That much of him certainly tasted human. She licked her first two fingers on that hand again and turned towards his head.

He had tried to ask more questions during the lashing and now she watched him open his mouth, stubbornly working to ask again.
"Why are you..." He barely begun when her fingers darted out and with blatantly inhuman speed had slipped inside his mouth and dragged across the tip of his tongue and left, just as his teeth snapped shut. He could react with more than standard human speed too, she noticed with glee.
She watched eyes bright as the drugs hit him again. This time they were geared with a heavier helping of the chemicals that should induce heightened arousal.

His whole body suddenly stiffened and he caught his breathe. For the first time, he truly struggled against his bonds, and muscles stood out and he appeared to border on the edge of a convulsion.
She held her breathe, as sweat broke out across his body and his lips drew back in a snarl. Then just as suddenly his body relaxed back into its bonds, his breathing coming in ragged uneven gasps. Yep, that had certainly gotten the blood flowing she noted. He'd felt the pain, and now adrenaline had just kick in like the backlash from a hyper jump. Now to bring this controlled man down into the most basic of hungers, lust. She flipped the top, then took a slow mouthful of the blue fluid inside, discarding the bottle on a tray that raised to her command beside him.

Then leaning down, she lowered her face to his chest and began to trace light, fine patterns across the angry red skin. Where she licked, she left glowing trails and smears, each time she licked, she brought a gasp from him as the cold liquid got that much colder the moment it left her mouth. She finished the first mouthful, running her tongue in a slowly steady line from his belly button down the midline of his body, to disappear into the mangle remains of the top of his pants. Finishing with a light bite, leaving perfect blue teeth imprints in the fine skin across his lower abdomen, she was pleased to also note the beginnings of a much more pleasing physical response to her actions so far.

“Why. Are. You. Doing this?” He grated out each word with carefully controlled anger. Still so controlled it was almost annoying. She decided to answer him, if only to give him something else to ask about. She was curious to see what he would do with the answer, most local to this system wouldn’t be asking that, so that meant they’d taken him from out system somehow, or he’d been passing through and unlucky enough to be caught.
“Your on BDSM All Stars Dahhling. Smile, Your making my audience very happy,” She purred out in a rough growl, the affected human accent falling on his confused ears.
She was curious to note the answer really made no sense to him. His blindfold was a one way lens across his eyes, and puzzlement had him frowning, almost to the point it looked like his mind had latched onto it enough to use it to give him more control. That wasn’t a good sign. She had been meaning to leave these for later, but oh well. She took another mouthful of liquid and leant down. He gasped abruptly and spasmed, and his chest pushed up against her face in surprise as her teeth met around his left nipple. She stood upright again and watched his eyes with a smile. Wide open and glazed again as the pain mixed with the coolant on his skin. A low groan escaped his lips, then was cut short and turned into a ragged gasp as the drugs flooding his system kicked his nervous system into overdrive.

She took down a mental note. Seems nipples where a definite erogenous zone for this one. She leant down again and flicked her tongue across the abused piece of flesh, drawing another strangle groan from him. Then moved lower again to empty her mouth over his abdomen again in curling swirls and broad laps. He was still panting and his heart rate was up quite nicely. She was beginning to get a handle on the response the cerebral scans were giving her.
She spent some time licking across the older dried patterns on his stomach around his belly button. Noting with satisfaction the small moans he was beginning to make as the heat of her mouth counteracted the coolant laced across his skin. His left nipple was tight hard and aroused in a most satisfying manner. Time to play with it some more.
She turned to the wall with her instruments and reach for a glowing amber vial. Moving back to his side, she leant down and took the piece into her mouth again, sucking hard she worked to bring as much blood to the surface as she could, then bit down hard again. Noting his reactions accordingly, she then dabbed a smear from the amber vial across it and watched his writhe.
Frozen cold by the blue, tormented to arousal by her mouth, the amber fluid mixed to produce intense heat across his skin. The blue teeth marks she had left, were bisected nicely by the smeared amber glow and quite pretty, she decided.

She stood back for a moment to admire her work. The left nipple was now glowing nicely by itself, even under the alternating tormenting and then teasing presence of the reactive fluids on it. In the presence of the other, they wouldn’t simply blaze from frozen to scorching, but settle on a sensuous cool tease to slow burn, then suddenly amp up into one extreme or the other just as he was getting used to the various sensations again. Pleasure and pain was always a winning combination.
His chest was still marked with the blue liquid, which by itself simply burnt with an almost skin crackling freezing sensation. The whip had left most of his bare skin underneath an angry red and the claw marks across his chest would burn all the more sharply from the toxins she had secreted. Most importantly, he’d stopped asking questions. Caught up in the sensual overload the drugs were inflicting on his senses, his mind no longer had the spare capacity to worry about extraneous issues such as missing companions. Whatever and whoever they were.

Nine in the Comfy Chair Part II

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:04:03 GMT

Title: Red Chair pt II
Author: amarillion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: M 18+
Summary: Nine in the Red Chair
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Contains: Bondage, Mild S&M, Drug Use
Disclaimer: The Dr and all belong to the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.

The lights came up again in dim golden haloes around the man, his eyes were still open and he was panting slightly, slight trails of blood running down his chest from the five red lines that ran across his chest. Not over muscled under those clothes either she thought, lean rather than muscled. Shock and pain flickered rapidly behind his eyes, but still no fear she noted with faint amusement.
"That was uncalled for...oh" He paused mid statement, and she watch with considerable satisfaction as his head slumped back a little further and his eyes opened wide. She watched them and was pleased to see the pupils react, drawing wider as the drugs her nails excreted made their presence known in his system.
"Thats, that really interesting." He murmured, eyes glazing over oh so faintly, but noticeable to her watching gaze. She wondered how her drugs would affect his inhuman biology, and belatedly hoped it wouldn't prove fatal, at least, not immediately so. This one was far more interesting than any she's had in such a long time. The normal drabs she was thrown were painfully predictable and human, which this one was so very obviously not.

She watched his eyes start to flicker from side to side. Was he beginning to hallucinate she wondered. If so, he had a *very* unusual physiology. She dropped the lights again and watched him and the darkness curiously, concentrating on the eyes, and sure enough they still flickered around the darkness the pupils huge, turning his eyes from blue into black pools. She checked the scans and decided that they were showing increased visual stimulation. Suddenly aware she's been watching him and his reaction to her drugs for too long, she moved behind him and with quickly lashed out, opening another fine red line down the line of his cheek.
She brought the lights up again to candlelight intensity and smiled her approvals from the shadows as she noticed he was finally beginning to sweat. He was panting again slightly, shock at the new wound and the drugs in his system were beginning to render him more malleable. Her eyes flicked for the first time to a monitor positioned behind his head and out of view of the camera's. They showed her current audience and their interest. They were a little low and she decided it was time to amp it up. Some wouldn't tune in so soon she knew, until there was a lot more blood and pain. Things were still too passive for most of her audience, gluttonous barbarians that they were.

She reached towards the nearest wall and without watching selected a electric whip. She held it, idly tapping against the palm of her other hand and ponder where to start. Get rid of the rest of his shirt she thought, the pants could wait for now. Out of the darkness the whip flared to life and had slashed down one side of his body from shoulder to hip before he could do more than fling his head back. The startled hiss came though tightly bared teeth, and let her know he had been expecting something. No blood showed for this stroke, but a glaring red welt across his pale skin and the remains of his shirt where the whip had touch were now so much vapour, the edges of the fabric blackened and smoking.
Pain, surprise, but no fear and so far, certainly no arousal. She needed to fix that immediately. She gestured and two restraints rose out of the surface of the chair either side of his head. They closed on his temples and with that, the whole chair seemed to stretch slightly, dragging the man along with it until he was firmly fixed against its brilliant red surface. His legs parted at a natural angle, but pulled slightly downwards so his hips were pushed up, turning the bend at his waist, from a near 90 degree slouch, into a more rigid 120degree incline. Partially reclined, with his arms secured just away from his body. She smiled at the next part, as the restrained at his temples reached across and covered over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him and tilting his head back to reveal the long line of his throat.

If he was hallucinating this should add nicely to the effect, as real visual imput was taken away, leaving only imaginary. The rest of his senses were now at her mercy. She upped the lights to give her audience a better view and stepped into view for the first time. Such a pity it was completely wasted on the captive man in front of her because she was exquisite, even by boring human standards. She stood just beyond his feet and proceeded to shred the remains of his shift with her whip. Set to its lowest setting, it flayed material, but left human flesh more or less intact. It still hurt like hell though, so she was immensely impressed with the muted and strangled snarls each lash drew from him. When the last remains of the shirt where gone, and the skin across his chest and upper arms was a nice ruddy red, she replaced her whip and took out a vial of glowing blue liquid. It felt nicely chilled to her touch and she smiled softly as she walked to his side.

Nine in the Comfy Chair

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:02:29 GMT

Title: Red Chair
Author: amarillion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: M 18+
Summary: Nine in the Red Chair
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Disclaimer: The Dr and all belong to the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.

Note: This is very much a "What If..?" Scenario. What if the Doctor had fallen into a game show that wasn't Big Brother 5 Million +, What if he had fallen into a much more X-Rated game. Where contestants aren't judged by their looks or knowledge, but by their stamina, self control and ...other abilities?

Scene: Opening Scene from Episode 12 Bad Wolf

He fell into soft darkness and as the room ceased spinning voilently around, as reason began to reassurt itself, blue eyes flickered with a groan, then suddenly snapped alert. Wide eyed and controlled, they quickly narrowed as he explored his physical surroundings.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me."
The loudness of his own voice prompted nausea which had hidden in the back of his skull to pounce to the fore again, but slowly he pushed it away and open his eyes again to glare at the surrounding darkness, almost demanding it to answer him. Soon enough, as the effects fell further ad further away, he became aware he was being watched through the darkness.
"Hello, look I don't suppose you can tell me where I am?"

Further clearing of his head brought the awareness of the restraints. Whatever he was seated in was comfortable, soft short fibres. What made him decidedly uncomfortable were the restraints that held him at wrist and ankle. Testing the bonds, he moved his estimate of the time line upwards. These were no simple iron or steel manacle, they felt like tempered ceramic utilising molecular binding field to bind the restraints to his body. As far as he need be concerned, they would be as difficult to remove as his own hands. At least until the field was removed or until he could get his hands on his sonic screwdriver.

Determining that, for now, removing his bonds was not an option, he returned to exploring his surroundings. The darkness remained silent and for the first time he became aware of the tangible sense of it. There was a depth to it, as if silence had a texture, that of deep black velvet and warm, with the heat of living blood. Warm enough that if he'd been human he would have begun to sweat by now.

"I know your there... Female, and not human either." He followed his instincts and that maddeninly faint scent.
He was rewarded with the slightest hint of movement slightly to his left. The softest creak of material and a ghost of a breeze across his cheek. Cooler, but carrying a deeper imprint of that scent.

"Night blooming Curvadian Jesamin. I am impressed. I was only aware that..."

His next rise to consciousness was slower, more cautious. He opened his eyes again to the same textured darkness and winced. He waited until the ringing in his ears ceased before even attempting to speak. The heat from his cheek spread across his face and down his throat. A slightly cooler line, that centred in the heat and pain made him aware that the blow had been enough to draw blood. He followed its progress down his cheek, the pause at the line of his jaw, before it slowly made its way down his throat, with stoic silence.

He didn't even try to finish the sentence, the ringing command that had proceeded his abrupt decent into unconciousness had come with even more force that the physical blow. Now the darkness, the silence was bisected by the sharp metallic scent of his own blood. The other, more elusive scent was also back, tangling around him and drawing him down. With an impatient sniff he settled down to wait. If thats the way they wanted it, fine. The slight scowl deepened across his features and eyes narrowed again in patient simmering anger.

Eyes narrowed as they watched him. He wasn't handsome even by these miserable examples of humanities standards. Yet. She watched his face, watching the play of expressions that ran across his face, that frightening hint of something far deeper and, dangerous. Yes, this man was dangerous, Immensely so. She drew that thought out and explored the slight tangle of excitement that trailed in its wake. She opened her mouth and breathed in the warmth of him, that faint scent that betrayed his lack of humanity. It was the eyes she finally decided. They held far too much knowledge and a formidable scowl told her that there was also pain.

He had started with an air of confidence, and even once the understanding had reached him that he was a captive, there had come no threats, no questions other than to request a simple explanation. He hadn't begged or shown the slightest hint of fear, more tellingly there was no hint of impatience or a lack of understanding. His lips were now pursed slightly, and the level gaze as he stared into, what was for him utter darkness let her know he had firmly dropped the next move into her lap again.

She flicked a glance across at where she knew the camera's hovered and wondered if the fools in charged knew what they'd just netted themselves. In the darkness teeth gleamed in a broad feral grin of shear animal anticipation. This promised to be so much fun. No fear, intelligence and possibly even better, an understanding that hinted of ..experience. Humans were always afraid of what they didn't understand. This one had no fear on him, but he showed an understanding of his surroundings, as well as an almost cold blooded respect for his situation that she'd only seen once. That one had been a pure psychotic killer, which had become very evident within minutes of his capture, but that was far far more dangerous yet she surmised.

She touched the keypad at his finger tips and she felt the air flow in the room change slightly as the drugs were spun into the air. Adrenaline, testosterone, primal hormones and designer drugs designed to skew the perceptions of the most logical minded human, and send their libidoes and passions flying, even as they lowered control and inhibitions. She drew in a deep breathe, feeling the drugs working, even on her enhanced biology. The mans head turned and the eyes narrowed again as he fixed on that slight sound. The nostrils flared next, then flared again and she suspected that he was somehow detecting the drugs in the air. They were meant to be undetectable to a standard human olafactory system, but then again, as the scans she watched run across the insides of her eyes, this one definately wasn't human.

The full scan she'd ordered the moment she'd realised from his scent he wasn't human piped into her optic nerves. Two hearts, and a more complicated pulminary system than anything she'd seen. Not to mention a few redundancies and back ups that had never been in the standard earth human geneome line. Not even partially human, which did tend to narrow down what he could be. She mentally cursed the limited facilities this primitive hole had, she wanted a finer detailed scan of his cerebral cortex, this could only monitor basic urges and pain/pleasure levels. Speaking of which, these levels looked all wrong, and she cursed the backwards tech that seemed to be biased towards pure blooded earthlings only.

15 minutes, the drugs should have had plenty of time to work their way into his system, yet he wasn't even flushed, heart rate was barely above what it had been while he was unconcious and his cerebral state still showed far to much control and organisation.
"If your expecting that to affect me, I wouldn't bother."
His voice broke her concentration on the scans and she blinked in mild surprise. Looking at him, his eyes showed even more alertness than before, all signs of the concussion she was sure he had were gone.
"I was with two other people? A girl named Rose and a man named Jack. Do you know where they are?"

She pursed her lips, ignored his comments and decided the drugs weren't going to work after all. Human technology was pathetic, she mentally derided. If a woman wanted something done, was best to do it herself.
She moved silently until she stood just in front of the bound man, then with a snap of her fingers the lights came up. He recoiled, eyes snapping shut against the suddenly overwhelming brightness, in that moment she had straddled his legs across the chair and ripped his shirt open with a gratioutiously violent flourish that was sure to get her audiences primed. The next moment his eyes had opened, squinting in pain as he looked upo into the black siloutte that was all he could see against the light, in that moment at his eyes met where hers should be, she raised her arm and raked her nails lightly down his chest. The next moment the lights flashed and his lap was empty.

...to be continued