Warning!! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers. Dare Doll is copyrighted © 2002 Wolfworks Entertainment
After a rousing tennis match, massage and sauna at the country club, the dazzling Danielle Danforth and her bespectacled best friend Wanda O’Neil headed to the posh club restaurant Seasons to enjoy a fabulous lunch.
During dessert, the light conversation moved to more serious matters.
"So, what do you think about this Ghostface that's been all over the news lately?" Wanda asked. "Do you really believe he's some kind of phantom?"
"Of course not. It's just hysteria," Danielle answered. "What really concerns me is that he might be responsible for the disappearance of these young women."
Wanda lowered her voice to a low whisper. "It looks like this is something for Dare Doll to investigate."
"You hit the nail right on the head. And it looks like I'm going to need your help, Wanda."
"Absolutely!" Wanda exclaimed, getting excited by the prospect of helping her best friend. "What do you need me to do?"
"These disappearances seem to occur only at chic nightclubs. Seeing as how we're on summer break, I need you to get a job as a hostess or waitress at one of these clubs. Keep an eye out for anything strange and unusual and let me know."
"You know me, Dani, I'm always on the lookout for the strange and unusual."
Danielle sighed, "I know."
Just then Wanda eyes were drawn past Danielle's shoulder. Her mouth fell open and she uttered a stunned, "Oh my God."
Danielle started to turn around to see what grabbed Wanda's attention. "What is it?"
"Don't turn around!" Wanda warned.
Wanda seemed very distressed. With her eyebrows furrowed behind her glasses, she looked back at Danielle and told her, "It's Jeff."
"Jeff? He told me he was going sail fishing with his father this weekend."
"Well, he's fishing for something all right. He hasn't noticed us. You can turn around and see for yourself."
Danielle turned slowly and her heart nearly stopped. Jeff Bradley, the son of Marshall Bradley, CEO of a luxury automobile maker, was escorting his ex-girlfriend Jennifer Hawthorne to a table. Jennifer was a glamorous fashion model whose father owned Empire City's most lavish hotel, The Hawthorne.
The only thing Danielle could mutter was, "Oh."
Something leapt into her throat. She had been dating Jeff for six months now. It had been a whirlwind of dinners and dancing, yacht trips, and one romantic surprise after another. Jeff was both handsome and charming, something rare in her circle of friends and acquaintances. Most of the men her age were good-looking, but always spoiled and obnoxious rich brats.
"Let's go," Wanda suggested. Seeing the stunned look on her friend's face was tearing her up inside.
"Okay," Danielle replied, trying to keep her cool. As much as heart was being crushed inside, she wasn't going to allow her hurt to rise to the surface. It was something that was taught to Danielle at a very young age by her mother before she passed away. Never let a man make a fool of you.
Danielle told the maitre de to put the lunch on her account and got up from the table. As she and Wanda headed toward the door, they stopped at the table where Jeff and Jennifer were sitting and holding hands across the table. When Jeff looked up and saw Danielle he froze like a deer in headlights and turned red.
"D...Danielle," was all he could say. Jennifer sat perfectly still and looked very embarrassed.
"Hello, Jeff," Danielle said as if nothing were wrong. Then she looked at his date and smiled. "Hi Jennifer. I haven't seen you in awhile."
Jennifer was speechless. She looked away very ashamed.
"Have a nice lunch Jeff," Danielle told him. And with that, she and Wanda walked out of the dining room.
Once they were in the car, Wanda asked her friend, "Are you all right?"
Danielle, her hazel eyes brimming with tears, forced her composure. "Yes, why shouldn't I be?"
That evening, Wanda tried to get Danielle to talk about how she was feeling, but she told Wanda she just didn't want to talk about it. She retired to her bedroom, undressed and took a long hot shower. Then she put on a frilly baby doll nightie and panties and climbed under the comforter of her bed.
Her faithful companion, Puffy, jumped into bed with her. He sensed something was wrong with his beautiful owner and whined with concern.
Danielle tugged her pet close and cuddled him to her bosom. She told him, "Oh, Puffy, I really thought Jeff was the one. But something always seems to go wrong with the men I meet. Sometimes I don't know why I even bother."
Puffy didn't know either. He had seen his lovely owner brokenhearted before and it pained him every time to see her unhappy. To try and comfort her as best he could, the fuzzy little schnauzer nuzzled his cold black nose to her cheek and licked with a kiss."
Danielle couldn't help but smile through her tears. "You'll never hurt me will you, shweetie?" she baby talked him.
Puffy barked in agreement.
A week later, on a crisp cool evening, a full moon peeked out from behind wafting clouds over Empire City, and a heroine was on the move. The beautiful and wealthy debutante Danielle Danforth was masked behind the guise of her alter ego, the danger damsel known as…
She sped through the city streets in her custom-built glowing purple coupe with its muffled 400 horsepower electronically air-cooled engine under the hood. Her thoughts were focused on a singular mission. To locate and take down Ghostface once and for all.
It seemed the mysterious maniac was frequenting the Empire City underground nightclub scene almost every weekend. Wherever he showed up beautiful young women seemed to disappear. The tabloid writers with their fertile imaginations described him as a phantom because he seemed to vanish whenever he was on the verge of being apprehended. None of the uniformed officers, detectives or undercover officers had even had so much as a glance at him. All Dare Doll knew from the rare accounts that she could piece together was that he was driving a souped up black hearse.
Tonight Dare Doll was determined to catch the phantom kidnapper once and for all. On her way now to yet another nightclub, it seemed she was always just one step behind her quarry. When she stopped her coupe across the street from the Ministry of Menace nightclub, she glanced around and her heart jumped. Her luck had finally changed! There it was in an alleyway. A gleaming black hearse with smoked windows and no license plates.
Dare Doll jumped out of her coupe and headed toward the front door of the club. There was a rising murmur from the crowd waiting in line to get in. As more of them recognized her, Dare Doll tried to ignore the rising whistles and catcalls as she strolled up to the entrance with stoic purpose. When she finally reached the burly doorman, she nodded and walked right past him while he stared with his mouth agape. He wasn’t about to keep the hottest looking woman he had ever seen out of the club. Especially in the costume she was wearing. Her curvy form sheathed in sleek purple PVC bodysuit, a short purple and black cape, short heeled pixie-style boots, matching kid leather gloves, and a sheer pleated skirt around her waist with her trusty pouch attached to her belt with the “DD” logo on the oval buckle.
As far as her costume went, Dare Doll was hardly out of place once inside the cavernous nightclub. Most of the patrons were clad in all manner of fetish clothing from leather to rubber to and vinyl.
The crowd of the usually jaded patrons, parted like waves as Dare Doll marched through the club, her eyes scanning the club for any sign of Ghostface. She stood in the middle of the dance floor while those around her pointed and chattered in awe. One obviously inebriated man in full leather regalia fell at Dare Doll’s knees in an attempt to kiss her boots.
Disgusted, Dare Doll sidestepped him, still searching the room. A movement in one dark corner of the club caught her eye and she focused to see a cloaked figure ascending a staircase to the second floor of the club. She moved quickly to give chase but the crowd began to crowd her. The heroine felt hands touching and stroking the skin of her costume in inappropriate places.
“Hey!” Dare Doll exclaimed and swirled around to grab the one rude customer by the wrist and flip him over in an expertly executed Judo move. The man slammed down on the dance floor. As Dare Doll left in pursuit of Ghostface, the young man called out breathlessly, “Come back!!!”
The heroine had no time for nonsense. She took the staircase two steps at a time until she reached the second store landing. Down a hallway with fur-covered walls, Dare Doll burst though a door and found the chubby club owner handcuffed to the ceiling while a busty red-haired Dominatrix in a corset, thigh high boots and a Nazi officer’s cap was working him over with a whip.
“Where did he go?” Dare Doll demanded.
The Dominatrix pointed at an open window and went right back to work on her slave.
Dare Doll dashed across the room and climbed out the window and onto the landing of the fire escape. She looked down into the alley and saw a dark figure wearing a cloak and a top hat climb into the hearse and quickly speed away. It had to be Ghostface. He must have noticed when she entered the club and made his escape.
Dare Doll leapt from the fire escape stairs and sprinted down the alley
and across the street to her coupe as fast as she could. As the red taillights
of the hearse nearly disappeared several blocks away, Dare Doll stomped
the gas pedal and peeled off down the street in a cloud of blue smoke after
Inside the dressing room of one of the hottest nightclubs in the city, Wanda O’Neil touched up her makeup, shook her silky hair around, and smoothed her short slinky white dress over her flat stomach and slender thighs as she checked herself out in the mirror. She pursed her luscious lips to blow herself a kiss and grabbed her clutch purse. She was now ready for a night of club hopping now that she was finished with her shift as a waitress. Originally Danielle had asked Wanda to be another set of eyes and ears on the streets, but she found the salary and tips an added bonus, even though she was living rent-free in Danielle’s luxury apartment and attending college on an all expenses paid scholarship. After all, a party loving college girl like Wanda needed extra money for the essentials, namely her stylish fashions and an expensive shoe habit.
Liquid Oxygen was a trendy dance club with a tropical underwater theme. Dancers performed inside oversized glassed in tanks and made to appear to be underwater with exotic fish swimming around. The only problem Wanda had with the job was the waitress outfit, which consisted of a white thong bikini, white leather platform heels and a blue wig with straight bangs. It was kind of degrading, but it wasn’t like she was stripping or anything.
Wanda was now feeling the usual rush after strutting around before a club full of horny guys who were very generous with their tips. She found that she loved the attention; it made her feel totally sexy and alive. When her shift was over she always felt anxious for a trip to an after hours club.
Wanda left the dressing room after saying “‘bye” to some of the other pretty waitresses. She headed down a hallway to the rear exit of the club and heard footsteps behind her. A voice called out.
Wanda turned and came face to face with a nice-looking man wearing a crisp suit that she expertly recognized as Italian made and very expensive.
“Oh, hi!” Wanda said with her natural friendliness. She couldn’t help notice how startlingly handsome he was. Clear skin, long straight hair and dark brown eyes. On first impressions, he didn’t appear like some of the usual creeps that tried to hit on her on a regular basis.
“You aren’t leaving so soon are you? You’re too beautiful to be leaving home alone.”
Wanda giggled and blushed. “What’s your name?”
“Well Cane Frost, thank you for the compliment,” Wanda smiled with an arched eyebrow.
“Why don’t you join me for a late dinner?” Frost suggested.
“Well, actually I had plans…” Wanda began. Was this guy for real? No matter how handsome and charming he was, there was no way she was going to his place after meeting just seconds ago. As she pondered his outrageous invitation, a surreal sensation of vertigo suddenly overwhelmed her. For a moment she felt dizzy, and had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her sense of balance
“Just dinner. That’s all. I promise,” Frost said with a charming grin.
“Well…Okay sure,” Wanda suddenly agreed very easily. Now that he brought it up, she did feel hungry and really had the urge to see where he lived.
“Great. We can take your car.”
“We’ll take my car,” Wanda chirped, like it was her idea.
They exited the rear door of the club to the employee parking lot and climbed in Wanda’s sporty convertible. She started the car, shifted the gear, stepped on the gas pedal and sped off into the night. It was after hours and there was hardly anyone on the streets. It was one of Wanda’s favorite parts of the evening, when the city seemed deserted.
Wanda’s adrenaline suddenly flushed into her bloodstream. What am I doing? I barely know this guy, she thought. Wanda, I think you just got yourself into another fine mess.
“So, where do you live?” Wanda asked. She felt a slight apprehension and she wanted to find out as much as she could about Frost and what his intentions were.
“Just close your pretty mouth and drive,” Frost said. He reached up with his hand and stroked the back of Wanda’s neck, gently massaging until she gave out a soft sigh. “Don’t strain that pretty little head of yours trying to think, okay, beautiful?”
They drove on in silence. Wanda followed his intricate directions to a part of the city she had never been to. She tried to concentrate on the route as best as she could, memorizing landmarks along the way in case she had to find her way back, but she was constantly distracted by her passenger as he ran his hand along her bare thigh. Despite his rude order to keep quiet, Wanda still felt a pang of arousal. She didn’t know why it turned her on, but it did, and her nipples became erect, betraying her true inner feelings.
Wanda tensed when he stroked her knee. Then Frost reached up crudely pinched her nipple through the sheer material of her mini dress. Wanda chewed on her bottom lip and winced. She hoped he wouldn’t notice that the hem of her skirt had hiked up dangerously close to the edge of her panties. She couldn’t believe it, but now the thought of him touching her between the legs gave her a tingling chill.
“When we get to where we’re going, we’re definitely going to get to know each other better,” Frost whispered in Wanda’s ear. He then leaned closer to nibble her earlobe.
Wanda tried to squirm away. In the back of her mind, she was disturbed by the fact that he didn’t seem to care how bold he was by touching her without any invitation, but nonetheless she could not protest verbally since he had given her orders not to talk.
Frost finally directed Wanda down a long winding road until they passed through a steel gate with spikes at the top. She pulled up and stopped at the front of the gabled two-story house in a secluded wooded nowhere. It was surrounded by a high stone fence, and appeared like the worst cliché of a haunted mansion she had ever seen. Even some of the windows panes were cracked. As she looked up at the creepy façade a chill ran down Wanda’s spine.
“Look, you seem like a nice guy,” Wanda tried to reason. “But I think I really need to get back…”
Frost only smiled and brought out a gold coin from his suit pocket.
“Look, Wanda,” he said as he held up the face of the coin to Wanda’s eye level. She stared in awe as the moon cast a glow on it. She took in sharp breath as the coin began to turn faster and faster without any means of force by its owner. As her eyes began to glaze over, Wanda vaguely recalled Danielle in her Dare Doll guise encountering a villain with powers of hypnotism. She tried to look away, but her gaze was held rapt by the amazing movement of the coin. After a few seconds, her eyes fluttered and her lithe form slumped over. Her head fell gently in Frost’s lap.
Frost tucked away his special coin and looked down appreciatively at the beautiful sleeping face of Wanda O’Neil. The glow of the moon fell across her flawless features. He brushed the silky strands of her hair away from her eyes and felt himself growing stiff.
Frost was definitely enjoying this moment. He was going to enjoy himself
even more when he got his new prize inside. And after he made a few phone
calls, the real fun would begin.
Wanda woke up with a sensation like bed spins after one too many tequila shots. When her head stopped spinning, she finally squinted her eyes open. Her vision was slightly blurred, but after a few more minutes her head cleared, and she was finally able to assess her situation. It wasn’t good.
She was tape-gagged and bound spread eagle on a large table. The only thing she had on were her sexy white g-string panties and a matching lace edged bra. Wanda’s skin crawled at the thought that Frost had undressed her while she was out cold. ‘Well, at least I’m not totally exposed,’ she thought with a deep sigh.
Her skin crawled with goose flesh when she realized just how dire her predicament was. No one from the club had seen her leave with Cane and no one knew where she was. Her heart gushed adrenaline into her veins. Wanda began to tug at the leather cuffs and chains holding her wrists and ankles. There was barely any give, and her back arched upward as she pulled and strained. The heavy plastic tape across her mouth muffled Wanda’s grunts and moans. When she tried to scream out in frustration, all she could manage was a stifled, “MMMMMMMPPPPHHH!”
After a few minutes of furious struggling, Wanda was exhausted. Breathing deeply through her nose, she looked around and saw that the only other furniture in the room was a huge black steel cabinet. She could only guess what was inside of it. The walls and ceiling of the room were covered with dark crimson and black material, woven with strange and intricate designs.
The only other thing Wanda noticed was that it was chilly in the room, which of course made her nipples stand at attention through the sheer material of her bra. She began to feel a tingle of danger and excitement and tried to fight it or else she might become wet too.
That bastard, Wanda thought. Why did he leave me like this?
The door opened and Frost walked in, still wearing his stylish suit and Wanda glared at him fiercely. He approached the table with a thin smile on his face. In the soft glow of the candle lit room, she noticed that his features were striking, especially his penetrating bluish gray eyes and his shiny shoulder length hair.
“Hope it’s not too chilly in here for you,” Cane smiled as he looked over Wanda. She was still gasping for breath from her desperate struggles. He casually reached over with his finger to dab at the erect nipple poking out through her bra.
Wanda now realized why he had the temperature down, and it infuriated her. She yanked hard at her bonds but it was no use. She was completely helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to her and there was nothing she could do about it. Those fatally erotic sensations began to rise up again and she struggled to keep them at bay. She didn’t want to give him any indication that she was deriving even a hint of pleasure from any of this. Wanda could tell by his expression that he was getting off just by watching her squirm helplessly, so she stopped moving.
Frost leaned closer to the table and stared into her pretty face. He placed a hand on Wanda’s stomach and then ran his fingers up along the upper edge of her bra. Wanda whimpered, straining her body away from his touch.
Frost let his hand slip slowly upward over her soft mounds. “You’re going to be very popular with my friends when they get here.”
Wanda’s mind was racing and her body was tingling with electricity. She didn’t know why, but his touch was driving her crazy. Did he have some sort of hypnotic power? When his fingers brushed the cleavage of her breast, her body tensed up and she let out a muffled whimper behind her taped mouth.
Wanda’s mind was struggling between wanting him to stop touching her and wanting him to touch her even more, and she feared the latter was winning. Her voluptuous body was squirming now, her hips rising and falling gently as she moaned softly.
“I’ll let you know later what I have planned for you,” Frost said. “But right now, we’re going to enjoy a few moments together before my friends arrive.”
Frost slipped his hand under the cup of her bra and gave her breast a good hard squeeze. Wanda sighed at his touch and shut her eyes tight. Her breasts felt unusually sensitive and she couldn’t help but feel aroused by his vigorous fondling.
“Yes, these are real nice and firm,” Cane said salaciously. He massaged
one and then the other, taking great pleasure in kneading them and plucking
at her hardened nipples. Wanda squirmed and whimpered like a trapped kitten.
Her fists clenched hard as she yanked at the cuffs and her neck arched
back as she tried to pull away from him.
“MMMMMPH! ERUMMMPH!” Wanda gasped. Her nostrils flared to breathe in and out.
When he suddenly stopped, Wanda felt almost disappointed. She opened her eyes to see what Cane was going to do next. She was just in time to see him slip his fingers under her g-string and then cup her trim pussy. Her body jumped with excitement. She was staring into his eyes now, strangely drawn to the deep color that seemed to swirl before her own eyes. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted him more than anything at that moment. Wanda tried to repress that impossible thought. This person done something strange to knock her out and then removed her dress and tied her up. Even worse, he was now molesting her. It was so wrong to accept this, but she was.
Wanda moaned with nervous anticipation while Frost peeled back her panties. She gasped and winced when he took her pubic hair in his fingertips and yanked gently upward. Wanda had to lift her hips to keep the sharp pain from becoming too excruciating. She sighed deeply with relief a few minutes later when Frost released her, but now she had to endure his probing fingers when they slipped inside her soaked pussy. Wanda felt an increasing tension build in her like she never experienced before.
Frost looked down at his helpless captive as tears of ecstasy welled up in her eyes. Her look of vulnerability made him hard as a rock. He was really going to enjoy bringing off this hot little bitch. Giddy with arousal, Cane thrust his fingers deeper inside his nubile young captive. His other hand was filled with her firm left breast, gripping it tight while Wanda groaned and cried. Her ankles pulled tight against the bonds as Frost thrust his fingers savagely, driving her forward on the table. He was relentless in his cruel molestations while she struggled to catch her breath.
Despite being fondled and fingered without consent, Wanda was experiencing intense feelings of arousal. Something had ignited her insides like never before and she was being driven mad with desire. At first she struggled against his assault, but then she realized that it only made him more excited. She tried to fight her own erotic feelings, but it was hopeless. He began to reach her in a place that made her scream for more, and her body instinctively gave in to the stirring sensations until her hips began to rise up to meet his finger thrusts.
Cane stopped for a moment. With perverted delight, he realized that his plaything was pumping her hips under his hand, as if to urge him on. Her inner walls seemed to be contracting and pulling at his fingers. He stared down at his cute captive with amusement. She was moaning and tossing her head from side to side with her eyes closed in a state of ecstasy.
His expertly trained form of mind control never failed him. But even the most novice of his kind was skilled with certain powers over sweet young things like this. Of course, he learned from the very best. For some reason though, with this one he really didn’t have to try very hard. And he had an idea why.
“You get off on this don’t you, Wanda?” Frost laughed as he gave her labia a gentle squeeze. “You like the danger and the fear. It arouses you, doesn’t it?”
Wanda was shocked out of her carnal frenzy by his taunts. She opened her eyes and gave him a hard stare. How dare you! she thought. But she realized that he was right.
When Frost began slipping his fingers in and out of her slippery pussy again, she quickly fell back into the highly erotic intensity of the situation with a subtler urging of his mind control.
“Don’t worry, Wanda.” Cane said. “I haven’t even gotten started with you yet.”
As he began to speed up the quick stroking of her soaked pussy, Wanda began to tense up with a climax that crashed through her body like a bolt of electricity. At that moment Frost peeled away the tape across her mouth so he could hear her scream out with ecstasy.
Then Frost pulled his fingers out and Wanda let out a grunt of surprise. “UNNNNNNNNH!”
“What’s the matter Wanda?” Frost asked with a grin. “You don’t want me to stop?”
Wanda flushed with embarrassment. She couldn’t hide the fact anymore that she was aroused beyond control. But she didn’t want to give in to him. Livid with anger, she began a series of desperate pulls and tugs at her bonds as she warned with defiance, “When I get out of this…”
Cane laughed at her empty threat. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine now. And I’m going to do whatever I want with you. There’s nothing you can do except beg for more.”
“I won’t!” Wanda shot back.
He chuckled in her ear, “We’ll see about that, you little cock teaser.” Cane thrust his fingers back inside again and began more intense fingering.
Wanda shut her eyes and bit her lip as Frost plunged his fingers deep and hard inside her. When he reached under and grip her tight ass cheeks, she couldn’t help but come again and let out a piercing scream of ecstasy.
When Cane felt her cream over his fingers, he told her, “Yes…that’s a good little vixen. I knew you’d enjoy that. I’m going to break you in real good, Wanda. Then you’ll be primed and ready for what I have planned for you later.”
Wanda had no idea what he meant. She was too distracted by her mind-bending climax to even care. She couldn’t help but feel an ever-growing need for his cock. And she had no idea that it was due to his mind and body manipulation.
She was exhausted when he finally removed his fingers from her sopping pussy. Her body was covered in a thin glaze of perspiration and her bra cups had been peeled down to allow her tits to bounce around as Frost calmly climbed up on the table to straddle her torso.
“Ready for a good old-fashioned tit-fuck and facial, Wanda?” Frost asked. He unzipped his slacks and took out his erection to place it between her creamy melons and then grabbed them together to envelope it.
Wanda strained and arched her back upwards as Frost began thrusting between her taut breasts, pushing them together for a nice tight fit. The feeling of his thick member enveloped between her ultra sensitive breasts was driving her wild.
The tight warm wet sensation made Frost hiss as he pushed her breasts away and began pumping his cock with his fist. After a few more seconds he was just about ready to explode.
“Okay, Wanda, open wide,” Frost ordered. He shifted forward on his knees and grabbed Wanda by the hair to yank her head up.
Wanda opened her eyes in anticipation at what Frost was about to do.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Wanda sighed ecstatically as Frost stroked his cock inches from her soft parted lips. He held her by the head as he jerked with pleasure, and Wanda was helpless to do anything but allow it.
‘How can this be happening?’ Wanda thought. ‘He molested me and now he’s about to cum in my face. Why am I enjoying all this?’ Her questions began to give way to something else. Her body was hot and alive. The thought of having him cum in her face was giving her the most incredible erotic sensations. Wanda strained to move her face closer in anticipation of the impending climax.
Cane anticipated her orgasm and stopped, looking down to marvel as Wanda opened her mouth wide, ready for the load about to spurt all over her gorgeous face. He loved the sound of her famished moaning and whimpering as she waited impatiently.
Wanda let out a scream out in pleasurable when Frost began to spray her face and mouth, sighing with intense pleasure as she did so. The more cum that splattered over her cheeks, eyes, lips and hair, the more aroused she became by his facial assault.
Cane uttered a long drawn out groan as he pumped the last of his seed. Once he was spent, he callously wiped his cock on Wanda’s breasts and then climbed off the table.
Wanda was licking her lips to gather every drop and tried to catch her breath. As she recovered, Cane used the opportunity to reach under the table and pull out a small facemask connected to a clear plastic tube. He placed it over Wanda’s surprised face and turned on a hidden valve mounted at the side of the table. Wanda’s eyes went wide at first as she gasped and fought against the effects of the unscented gas. Soon her eyelids went heavy and began to flutter. Within fifteen seconds, she was out like a light.
“This is just to make thing easier while I get you read you ready for
the big show,” Frost said to the unconscious doll. “When you wake up, you’ll
be ready for the surprise of your life.”
Dare Doll continued in close pursuit of Ghostface, but too close to arouse his suspicion that he was being followed. She hung back a half-mile or so, and it was easy to follow him on the deserted city streets and roads in the middle of the night.
Just then the hearse pulled off a main road and turned onto a wooded secondary road to disappear. She turned on the same road and cut off the headlights, flipping a switch on the dashboard of her coupe to initiate a night vision windshield to see where she was going. In the distance Dare Doll could make out a large house behind a high stone fence. She steered the coupe off the road and into the woods to hide it. Then she made the rest of the way on foot, scrambling over the wall and circling around to the rear of the house.
There was something ominous about the dark gothic mansion, out in the middle of nowhere. Only a few dim lights could be seen coming from the dusty windows. Whatever was going on in there, it was likely not anything good. The fact that it was the destination of Ghostface, the phantom-like kidnapper, was testament to that.
Dare Doll noticed a glow of light from the roof of the mansion. She guessed it was likely coming from a skylight. She crouched low and dashed across the yard to the back wall of the house, then quickly scaled a heavy iron roof drain and up to a gargoyle. The stealthy heroine clambered over the roof parapet without a sound. Like a sneaky cat, she made her way over to the large box skylight, her boots barely scraping the sloped roof deck.
When Dare Doll reached the glass panes of the skylight and looked down,
she was stunned by what she saw.
Cults and Covens
Wanda moaned when she opened her heavy eyelids. It took awhile for head to stop swimming, and when it did, her heart nearly stopped. She was trussed vertically to a post mounted inside a large-scale domed birdcage. She couldn't budge an inch from all the ropes that held her tight across the chest, waist, knees and ankles while her arms had been pulled back and behind her, wrapped tight to the post with more ropes at the elbows and wrists and connected to the crotch rope pulled up uncomfortably between her legs.
She tried to call out but all that came from her mouth was a weak “Unnnnnnnh!” since it had been stuffed with a white ball gag. Through the bars of the cage, she saw a red velvet curtain directly in front of her, and then noticed Cane down by her feet, cinching the last few knots that bound her ankles so tight together so her toes barely touched the floor. Wanda was dressed in a white corset, frilly panties, garter belt and stockings with tiny bows at the back of her ankles, elbow-length satin gloves and white open-toed strappy high heels. The corset pushed up her supple breasts and the high cut of her panties accentuated her creamy thighs. She felt something around her neck but couldn’t see that a white leather bondage collar had been placed around her soft neck as a final fetishistic touch.
When Frost cinched the last knot, he stepped out and closed the cage door behind him. He stood in front of Wanda to admire his rope work and smirked. While Wanda “Uumphed” and twisted her gloved hands and wrists, Cane told her, “I guess it’s only fair I should tell you why you're here. On the other side of that curtain are a few close friends, and they’re all very eager to meet you.”
Wanda looked at him with alarm. A vision of being gang banged flashed through her mind.
“The highest bidder gets to have the first taste,” Cane said as he yanked a cord to open the curtain, revealing a room filled with the eeriest collection of people Wanda had ever seen. She didn’t know if it was a Goth costume party or what. A spotlight was shining in her face, but something told her there was something more sinister about the faces in the dark staring up at her on a raised platform.
“By the way…” Cane whispered with an evil chuckle. “They’re all witches and warlocks from various cults and covens. All of them are dying to have you join them for dinner.”
The tiny pentagrams around some of their necks startled Wanda. She had seen them worn at times on her visits to various underground nightclubs Danielle sometimes frequented with her sorority sisters when they were feeling daring and frisky. It was a chance to check out the freaky people. All those dank basements and cellar clubs had people with that exact same look, and they sometimes gave her a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Boys and Ghouls,” Cane addressed the small crowd gathered in his home. “Let’s get this show on the road. Bidding starts at ten thousand.”
One by one, the bodies in the crowd raised their hands or nodded their
heads as Frost ran up the bidding. They were oddly quiet, murmuring and
whispering amongst themselves with their stares all locked on the beautiful
brunette in the cage. Wanda had never felt more terrified in her life.
Startled by one group of particularly eerie dwarfs. She had never seen
so many creepy people all in the same place. Now here she was, being auctioned
to the highest bidder like some kind of valuable merchandise. It was totally
degrading, and who knew what the winner had in store for her. If only Danielle
were here to help her.
Dare Doll watched intently as the leader of each cult and coven bid on Wanda, who was squirming inside a giant birdcage in the room below. The heroine heard the fast and furious bidding with a listening device pressed to the glass, totally unaware of a dark form approaching her from behind.
The heroine’s senses snapped awake. Dare Doll turned just in time to see a figure rushing toward her. She ducked to avoid a blow to her head and lashed out simultaneously with her boot to trip up her attacker. Soon the two were in a furious battle on the roof, trading blows and kicks while the auction went on within the building inside.
Dare Doll was spun around and seized in a tight bear hug, her arms trapped at her sides. Her opponent crushed with inhuman strength, squeezing the oxygen out of her lungs with a great whoosh of air. After a minute of struggling, the heroine was light headed from lack of oxygen. Her desperate squirming, as well as the python-like crushing arms of her foe, sapped her remaining strength until Dare Doll was barely moving. With a last bit of energy, her legs kicked weakly at her attacker.
When Dare Doll’s body finally went still, the dark figure released her and let her fall in a heap next to the skylight. Then the heroine’s limp body was searched and her climbing rope was found. The figure used it to bind her wrists behind her back, then the slack end was brought over to cross tie her ankles together. After the dizzy heroine was bound with a series of strict knots, she was hoisted over a shoulder and carried to the mansion’s roof access door.
Once inside, Dare Doll was taken down a dim staircase to a basement room. She was laid out on her stomach atop a wooden table. Her ropes were adjusted until she was bound up in a strict hog tie with her ankles crisscrossed and folded back tight behind her and attached to her gloved wrists. Then, a rubber bit gag and harness was placed between her teeth and buckled tight around her head. Lastly, her abductor took a small ammonia pack and broke it under her nose to wake her up.
Dare Doll gasped as the pungent odor filled her nostrils and brought her back to her senses. She moaned through her bit gag as she shook her head to clear it. “NNNNNNNGH!”
As the dark damsel strained to focus her blurry vision, someone stepped out of the shadows. Dare Doll finally got a good look at her captor for the first time.
She was a statuesque, striking brunette. Her shapely figure was packed tight into a blue PVC catsuit with a long zipper and buckles in the front. Her boots were laced up to her knees and tight kid gloves covered her hands. The woman was currently flicking a wicked black whip.
“Hello, Dare Doll,” the woman said demurely. She turned Dare Doll on
her side and leaned down close in her face. “My name is Mistress Kamera,
and I will be your Dominatrix for the evening.”
“Sold to the gentleman in the top hat!” Cane Frost announced with a flourish, ending the last of the enormous bids for Wanda O’Neil. It was a record amount for Frost and he couldn’t have been happier, although he felt the pain of others who were not going to get a taste of Wanda.
Ghostface grinned as he approached the platform to collect his new prize while the others looked on with pure hate and envy. Some of the covens exited in disgust while others waited eagerly to see if the winning bidder might find it in his cold heart to share his new possession.
Frost took his huge payment from Ghostface and stepped away, telling the others, “Thank you all for coming. You’ll be contacted the next time we have something new and delicious. Now I have must ask you all to leave so that this gentleman may enjoy his new acquisition in private.”
The covens grumbled and cursed under their breaths. Some gathered in small groups to discuss their loss and what they would have done with Wanda if they had outbid the others.
“She would have made a succulent sex slave,” one whispered.
Another growled under his breath, “I would have peeled and sautéed her flesh in no time.”
Cane closed and bolted the front door when the last of them left. Then he left Wanda alone with Ghostface, who was taking great pleasure in merely looking over the whimpering young heroine as she still squirmed inside the cage before him,
“Ummmm,” Wanda moaned, twisting her wrists weakly in the bindings to free herself, but to no avail. The sudden danger she was feeling was starting to get the best of her again, and there was a tingling sensation of arousal between her legs again.
Wanda froze when she locked eyes with Ghostface when he opened the door and entered the cage. She knew she was being manipulated by him somehow, and there was nothing she could do to resist it. Her libido was stimulated tenfold and she virtually melted when Ghostface ran a long black fingernail up along her thigh and waist and up over her heaving cleavage.
“Oh, you are a prize, Wanda O’Neil,” Ghostface told her in an eerily deep voice. “You will be the perfect companion for the rest of the evening. Then I'm going to have you for breakfast.”
Wanda sighed behind her gag, her nostrils flaring as she closed her
eyes while Ghostface gave her succulent breast a gentle squeeze. “But first,
allow me to get you out of here.”
“What’s going on here?” Cane said, entering the dungeon where he found Mistress Kamera busy tormenting her new plaything, Dare Doll. The heroine was placed facing up, still hog tied with her back arched upwards with only her head, toes and knees touching the table. The statuesque Dominatrix had opened the front slit of Dare Doll’s bodysuit and was teasing her clitoris with a chrome vibrator. The helpless heroine sighed and moaned behind her gag.
There was a wet spot under Dare Doll’s hips as she twisted and strained while Mistress Kamera held her down and pleasured her with the device.
“I found her on the roof, peeping into the skylight,” Mistress Kamera purred. “And now, I’m teaching her a lesson about being nosy.”
“That doesn’t look like proper punishment to me,” Frost chuckled.
“I was just waiting for you before I really got started, darling.”
“That was nice of you,” Cane said. He looked over Dare Doll’s costumed form on the padded table. “So, who is she? And why is she wearing that incredible costume?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the scrumptious superheroine Dare Doll?” Mistress Kamera asked.
“Of course,” Frost said. “But she isn’t the real one is she?”
“Oh, absolutely! Just look at all the cute little gadgets on this belt,” Mistress Kamera replied. “My guess is she followed one of our friends here.”
Mistress Kamera leaned close to Dare Doll and told her, “We’re just going to have to interrogate you to find out exactly what you’re doing here, aren’t we Dare Doll?”
Dare Doll winced as the vibrator tapped at a particularly sensitive spot when her tormentor gave it an extra little push. Her body tensed up and she fought the urge to climax but it was getting more and more difficult.
“UMMMMMM!” Dare Doll groaned as Mistress Kamera teased her opening, knowing the exact spots to stimulate her. Soon she would have her play toy begging for more.
“That auction got me all worked up,” the Dominatrix said. She ran her free hand over Dare Doll’s latex sheathed body and over her thigh and stomach. Her blood red lips spread into a wicked smile. “I’m ready for a little excitement of our own.”
Cane arched his eyebrow in amusement. “What did you have in mind?”
Dare Doll didn’t like the sound of any of it. She scolded herself for being so careless. When the Mistress turned up the vibrator, Dare Doll tensed up like a bow, her body wracked by an orgasm. Straining and twisting at her stringent bonds. The heroine groaned and bit hard into the gag. She was overwhelmed with ecstasy that pushed through her body like an electrical charge.
Dare Doll’s mind battled with hoping her tormentor would either stop
or continue the delicious torture.
After Ghostface released Wanda from the cage, he carried her to an adjacent bedroom lit by dozens of candles. There he laid her on a large bed. Wanda was completely drained of any strength and resistance to the sorcerer’s hold over her. Physically and mentally, she was under his total control, eager and willing to bend to his every whim. His touch caused a heated arousal inside her very being, and she gazed at Ghostface with a look of total desire on her face.
Ghostface gazed back at her, pleased with her completely submissiveness. He took his time with her, enjoying the touch of her smooth skin, running his hands over her lithe form. Wanda sighed as she lay on the bed waiting for whatever her he had in mind for her. Her breasts heaved with anticipation. Wanda began breathing heavily as her body temperature warmed.
Ghostface closed his eyes and smiled. He inhaled the sweet smell of her skin and hair. It was all he could do to keep from tearing her throat as it lay exposed before him. But she wasn’t like the others. This one had a quality that was to be savored.
Wanda watched as Ghostface removed his cloak, then she closed her eyes, her body wracked with nervous excitement. She wanted him and she wanted him now.
“Please,” Wanda begged as she squirmed on the bed. “Take me…”
And so Ghostface did. Slipping a finger under her satin panties to peel them away. Then he positioned himself between her quivering thighs to enter her.
Wanda gasped loudly when Ghostface thrust inside for the first time, arching her back and throwing her head around as the sorcerer began to ravage her. Ghostface pulled the top of her corset down to get at her nipples and began to suckle them as he impaled her. Wanda began a to squeal and moan as Ghostface took her. She grabbed the rails of the bed above her and held on tight as she was fucked hard on the large squeaking bed. She hiked her slender legs up and locked her ankles around the waist of the sorcerer as he thrust into her.
The sorcerer fucked Wanda into an absolutely feverish state until she came with such an intense ferocity that she felt her body would break apart. Ghostface was far from through with his new plaything however. When Wanda began to calm down from her orgasm, he turned her over onto her stomach. Then he pulled her hips up until she was in a kneeling position.
Wanda squealed loudly when Ghostface entered her from behind and began thrusting furiously, driving her forward until she had to brace herself against the rails of the bed. She winced and groaned as her face was pushed into the pillows, and she bit into the satin sheets as the sorcerer filled her to the hilt. In seconds, she began to tense up with another series of orgasms, gripping the edge of the bed tight as Ghostface’s hips slapped up against her firm ass cheeks.
Ghostface grabbed Wanda by the hair and yanked her head back as he continued thrusting.
“Know this, Wanda O’Neil,” The sorcerer hissed in her ear. “Until the dawn, you will serve my every whim and desire. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes!” Wanda screamed as the witch humped her. “I’ll do…anything…Unnnh… you wish!”
Ghostface grinned as he pulled out of Wanda and turned her around until she was facing him on her hands and knees.
“Service me,” the sorcerer commanded. Wanda found herself face to face
with his rigid member. She closed her eyes, parted her lips while Ghostface
took her by the hair and guided himself into her mouth. All she wanted
was to please her Master, and she would do whatever it took to accomplish
that. If it made her feel like this, how could she even think of resisting?
Dare Doll was in a desperate straits. She was strapped onto a custom metal sawhorse type frame with her torso bent over a platform and her legs spread apart and clamped at the ankles. Her arms were cinched up tight behind her at the elbows and wrists in an agonizingly painful position. But the bondage was merely a distraction. What made Dare Doll livid was what was being done to her in her vulnerable state. Mistress Kamera was busy violating her pussy with a stimulation device while Frost was stuffing her mouth with a thick rubber dildo.
“MMMMBLLMMM!” Dare Doll mumbled angrily while Frost nearly choked her with his thick rubber sex toy. With each push from Mistress Kamera’s device onto her sopping wet pussy, Dare Doll became more and more aroused. She had no clue how the two of them could have manipulated her mentally and physically to allow her body such intense pleasure. All she knew was she was about to burst with yet another orgasm more even powerful than the last.
Mistress Kamera sensed Dare Doll’s pleasure and increased the pace of her buzzing stimulator. The Mistress smiled wickedly at Frost, who was deriving the utmost pleasure forcing Dare Doll to work her lips and tongue on his tool. He enjoyed watching the masked heroine twist and move her head around on the huge latex penis. Fully erect now, Cane pulled the dildo out of her mouth. When the heroine moaned with disappointment he made her beg for the real thing.
“Please! Let me...”
Cane grabbed Dare Doll by the hair and groaned as he seized up and began to unload thick ropes of come in Dare Doll’s mouth. He pumped viciously as she gulped and swallowed hungrily, shaking with an orgasm when she felt him explode in her mouth. Meanwhile, Mistress Kamera dug her fingers into Dare Doll’s soft ass and screamed from a body-wracking climax.
When it was over, Frost and Mistress Kamera leaned across and tongue kissed each other while Dare Doll shivered from the lingering effects of her explosion beneath them.
“What should we do with her now?” Cane asked. It was customary to follow pleasure with pain, and he could never decide which one he enjoyed more.
“Let’s try something new,” Mistress Kamera said while raking her glossed fingernails lovingly over Dare Doll’s ass cheeks.
Dare Doll had no idea what was in store for her now. It seemed her mind had been released. The feeling of control had left her. She could only guess that her captors would continue their pleasurable erotic torment. She was surprised then when Kamera suddenly took her crop and lashed her across the buttocks, making the heroine yelp in surprise from the pain.
“Did you hear that Dare Doll?” Frost hissed in her ear. “The Mistress has something new in mind. This is your lucky night.”
“You can’t do this to me!” Dare Doll ranted at Cane. “I demand you release me at once!”
“I love to hear your defiance Dare Doll,” Mistress Kamera laughed with wicked haughtiness. “It makes it all the more enjoyable when I do this.”
Mistress Kamera stung the helpless heroine another sharp lash, causing Dare Doll to wince and bite her lip. Her ass cheeks burned from the sting of her tormentor’s whip.
“Once I work you over a bit, you’ll be begging to be disciplined,” Mistress Kamera told her trussed captive.
“You’re insane!” Dare Doll spat out. “I’ll never succumb to your sick perversion!”
Cane watched the proceedings with great relish. He decided that Dare Doll would look better with her mouth silenced, so he took a thick tubular bit gag and approached the heroine while Mistress Kamera continued her teasing.
“No, don’t you dare put that in my mouth!” Dare Doll cried out.
“It’s for your own good, Dare Doll,” Cane smiled. “Now open wide.”
Dare Doll pressed her lips tight, fully intending to keep the stifling gag from entering her mouth. Cane was ecstatic, It was always more fun when they resisted. He clamped a hand on the back of the heroine’s neck and squeezed viciously. Dare Doll winced as Cane attempted to place the bit between her lips. She gritted her teeth and twisted her head from side to side. Frost glanced at Mistress Kamera and nodded. The cruel Dominatrix smiled demurely and brought her crop down hard on Dare Doll’s tender rump.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Dare Doll screamed out. Cane seized the opportunity and jammed the bit gag in her mouth. An angry, “MMMMMMFFFFF!” replaced Dare Doll’s scream of surprise.
After Cane buckled and cinched the gag tight around the damsel’s head,
he told Mistress Kamera, “Okay, let’s get her ready.”
Ghostface was fully delighted with his new plaything. Wanda O’Neil was now completely under his spell, submissive and eager to please. Wanda’s body responded instinctively to Ghostface’s commands without any hesitation. He manipulated her libido in every way imaginable, and made her climax for what seemed to Wanda the hundredth time. He paused to look over his panting sex toy. He sensed something inside her and probed the inner recesses of her mind. He found a secret desire hidden away, and smiled.
‘Ah, I detect in you a deeply repressed desire for the fairer sex as well?’ Ghostface thought. ‘Well, I’m sure I can assist you in that regard, Wanda O’Neil.’
Wanda’s eyes were closed as she struggled to catch her breath from the orgasms forced on her by the sorcerer. She was totally unaware of the physical transformation that was taking place with Ghostface. The body of her captor thinned out in some places, and in other places curved and swelled. The chest expanded and grew taut with large female breasts, nipples extended and round. The waist shrunk to waspish proportions as the hips widened. As the hair plumed out long and shimmering, Ghostface’s face grew softer and more feminine, with large pillow-like lips, high cheekbones, thinner eyebrows and an elegant nose.
Even his cloak had transformed into a satin gown split down the front all the way to waist.
Ghostface was now unmistakably female. Wanda gasped when she finally opened her eyes and found herself staring into the face of the most stunning woman she had ever seen. Her heart began to pound as adrenaline coursed through her body. She couldn’t help but reach up to touch the newly expanded breasts of the once male sorcerer.
The seductress leaned down slowly and licked Wanda’s tender lips; then teased her with a playful bite. Wanda’s body tensed and arched upward as she let out a passionate sigh. She didn’t know what happened to Ghostface or how this woman seemed to arrive out of nowhere. All she knew was that she was being driven deeper and deeper into the throes of ecstasy as the woman snatched the hairs of her pubis with slender fingers and then plunged them gently into her moist opening.
“Ummmmmmmm!” Wanda sighed as the sorceress teased and toyed with her, licking her ears, neck and moving down to her ultra sensitive nipples. Wanda’s new lover shifted her body position until they were both in a sixty-nine position. The female Ghostface lowered herself down over Wanda’s waiting mouth, simultaneously lowering her own lips and tongue into Wanda’s quivering region.
Within minutes, the two women were licking and slurping with increasing intensity. It didn’t take long for Wanda to seize up and explode with another excruciating orgasm, bucking her hips higher to meet the busy mouth of the sorceress. The feminine villainess, turned on by sweet Wanda’s squirming and squealing, plunged her tongue ever deeper.
Soon it would be time to turn the totally submissive companion into
a new member of his own private harem of exotic witches.
Dare Doll had been captured many times before during her crime-fighting career. And it never failed to amaze her how sick and perverted the imagination of her captors were with their seemingly inescapable deathtraps. Some were humiliating, some were agonizing, some were even dangerously pleasurable, and nearly all of them gave her a secret thrill inside. The strict bondage combined with the threat of impending death. For some unexplained reason, being placed in a vulnerable and deadly position seemed to arouse Dare Doll like nothing else.
This time was no different. Her captors had her placed inside a huge kiln, which, to her horror was explained by her captors to be an oven used to bake human bodies for consumption by their circle of friends, all of who were devout members of a secret society of cannibal cults. The heroine was bound in a contraption that was the culmination of just about every deathtrap contrivance she had ever faced. Both of her legs were strapped together at the knees and thighs, but one of her legs was bent back and pulled upward and secured with a rope that connected her ankle to the irritating crotch rope pulled tight between her legs and around her waist. Her other boot was balanced precariously on a thin metal slat placed between two large slabs of fat. Whether it was human or animal she didn't even want to guess. Her arms were bound and pulled straight up by a rope attached to an eyebolt that her body was perfectly straight and vertical. She was forced to keep her balance on one foot. If her boot slipped off the metallic slat, her arms would be yanked painfully by her weight and possibly dislocated at the shoulders.
What was even more degrading and distracting was the stimulating device strapped snugly between her legs with a crotch rope to provide a constant stimulation of her groin through her latex costume. If that wasn’t humiliating enough, a thin chain was connected to a pair of clamps painfully attached to her exposed breasts at the nipples. The chain was connected to a motion detector that was connected to the kiln switch. It was imperative that she kept the slack on the chain taut to prevent the flames of the kiln to ignite. Otherwise the building heat would begin melting the fat slab and in turn allow the metal slat to drop away under her feet. Her gleeful captors informed her that if the level of the slat dropped more than an inch, a device would be set off to also allow boiling steam to fill the kiln.
Dare Doll mentally cursed the two criminals who had placed her in this diabolical deathtrap. Eventually, she would tire from keeping her balance. There was no option but to eventually cook slowly and then suffer the boiling steam while her arms tore from the sockets. Her mind spun with the possibilities of how to escape. The longer she pulled and tugged at her bonds, the more she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to suffer a horrible death. There was no possibility of being rescued by outside help. No one knew where she was. Dare Doll was left to her fate and time was running out. She just didn’t know how much longer she could hold up under such intense pressure.
Floating in the back of her mind was a single thought. Where was Wanda?
Frost and Mistress Kamera were celebrating a record sale in their private office when they heard a disturbance outside the mansion. Cane opened a wall panel to reveal a bank of security camera monitors and looked in time to see a gothic punk coven screaming to get in. Apparently they were driven with desire and anger by the thought of Wanda O’Neil being taken by another. They wanted her and decided as a group that they would take her by sheer force if necessary.
“What is it?” Mistress Kamera asked with alarm.
“Those freaks, the Goths!” Frost exclaimed. “They’re going ballistic!”
“I told you that you should have planned for something like this,” she scolded him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s too late now!” Cane snapped. He went quickly to a heavy carved mahogany cabinet to retrieve a shotgun and other weapons. “Grab one and follow me.”
Mistress Kamera did as she was told and pulled a pair of .45’s from the cabinet. They both rushed to find Ghostface to warn him of what was happening, but instead found two women enjoying each other behind the curtained bed.
“Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?” Cane demanded to know from the nude female.
Ghostface was angered by the intrusion, and hissed as he reverted back into male form. “How dare you disturb me!!”
Cane was stunned at first, but was shocked back to reality by window glass breaking, pounding and screaming outside the front door. “You’re about to be in for a bigger disturbance. There’s a pack of freaks out there and they’re out for flesh. Her flesh. Understand?”
Suddenly the door exploded inward as the Goth punks crashed through in a frenzied riot and rushed into the ballroom. Frost and Mistress Kamera rushed into the room and began to unload their weapons. The room was quickly filled with ear-splitting explosions and smoke as flames spit out the barrels of their weapons. Ghostface snarled as his features turned to rage. He stormed across the room to seize the closest intruder.
Wanda O’Neil was shocked awake by the furious battle now taking place. She leapt from the bed as soon as she realized where she was and went to see what was happening. A painted Gothic witch suddenly appeared in the door with a look of ravenous hunger. Wanda nearly jumped out of her skin. Pumped with a jolt of adrenaline, all her pent up fear and anger caused her to lash out instinctively at the young witch, who found herself under a barrage of vicious kicks and fists. Wanda was grateful that Danielle had taught her some basic Martial Arts self defense techniques.
After the witch was pummeled into semi consciousness, Wanda shoved her
aside and rushed away to look for an escape from the madness.
Dare Doll shivered, finally giving in to a numbing orgasm. At least it was a minor distraction from her situation. Outside the kiln she heard automatic weapons fire. Something was going on and it was now her only chance for escape. She decided that a super feat of athleticism was her only chance to escape the trap. As much pain as it would cause, she would first have to detach her breasts from the excruciating nipple clamps. In turn she had no idea how long she had before the kiln heated up to melt the slab of fat, allowing the slat to drop far enough to release the steam while she escaped from her stringent bondage. She had no other choice. It was now or never.
Focusing all her mental strength together, Dare Doll tensed her body and carefully lifted her leg carefully so as not to disturb the slat or the fat blocks. Her breasts were pulled painfully until her nipples stretched and finally pulled loose from the clamps. After a scream from the blinding pain, the brave heroine groaned when she slowly swung her leg up while twisting her torso upside down like a gymnast on suspended rings. She was able to bring her boot up to brace it against the ceiling of the kiln. Now she had to use all the power in her athletic legs to push hard enough to break the bolt out of the ceiling.
After a full minute of straining, she almost gave up hope, but Dare Doll saw the bolt begin to give. A new burst of energy coursed through her body. The bolt began to tear out from the strain combined with Dare Doll’s weight. As it came out centimeter by centimeter, Dare Doll realized that she was going to have to fall straight down on the slat once the bolt broke loose.
There was a jolt, and then the bolt tore free from of the ceiling of the kiln. Dare Doll twisted her neck up as quickly as she could and came crashing down on the slat and fat block. A hissing filled her ears. Soon the kiln would be filled with blistering steam.
Dare Doll sat up and quickly felt around in her cape into a secret pocket. It concealed a hidden cutting blade for just this sort of predicament. From hours and hours of lessons from a magician escape artist, her hands and fingers were able to swiftly cut apart her wrist and thigh bonds. Her elbows were still tightly coiled with rope and unreachable, so Dare Doll slammed the bottom of the cutting tool against the wall, which activated a pressurized screw head to puncture the surface of the kiln, mounting it securely. The heroine began to scrape her elbows ropes along the sharp edge to cut them apart. Finally, her arms were free. Terribly sore, but free.
The daring damsel cut away the rest of her ropes and removed the irritating crotch rope and crotch stimulator. She staggered to her feet and tried the door. Of course it was locked.
“Drat!” Dare Doll exclaimed. A narrow escape followed by yet another obstruction to her freedom. She was without her utility belt and barely had the energy to try and break open the thick door. And now she was doomed to boil alive by the spewing jet of steam. “All right, Dare Doll, think. Concentrate. You’ve come too far to give up now.”
Just then she heard the unmistakable sound of someone on the outside attempting to open the kiln door. It was too good to hope for. Her captors were no doubt returning to check the status of her demise. Dare Doll tensed up and prepared to give them the surprise of their lives.
When the door swung open, Dare Doll was about to strike but was instead shocked to see that her savior was Wanda O'Neil.
"Danielle!" Wanda gasped with surprise.
“Wanda! Thank goodness!” Dare Doll exclaimed as she scrambled out of the unbearable heat of the kiln. "How did you know I was in here?"
I didn't! I was just looking for a place to hide, when I heard somebody inside that thing. I thought it was someone else these freaks had kidnapped."
"What's all that commotion?" Dare Doll asked.
I don't know. They all seem to be fighting and killing each other. Who are these freaks?"
"Some kind of cannibal cult."
"Oh, God." That's what they meant by having me for dinner." Wanda looked like she was about to faint.
"Come on, let's get you out of here."
A witch appeared behind Wanda. Her lips were stained with a smear of crimson. Dare Doll’s first thought was that she had eaten one of the two owners of this asylum. There wasn’t time to think as the witch rushed to attack. Dare Doll pushed Wanda aside and swiftly dropped onto her back and brought her legs up to catch the Goth witch in her midsection and promptly flip her over and into the kiln, where the Goth crashed hard against the kiln racks, which crashed down on top of her. Before the witch could recover, Dare Doll slammed the kiln door closed, trapping the screeching witch inside.
Horrific screams caught Dare Doll’s attention. Dare Doll noticed her
utility belt on a nearby table. She snatched it, buckled it on as she sped
out of the room with Wanda close behind.
It took them only a moment to find the rear door of the mansion. Once outside, Dare Doll led Wanda out the front gate and down the road to her coupe. The heroine pulled a blanket from a compartment behind her seat and wrapped it around Wanda's nearly naked body.
Dare Doll was about to head back to the mansion when Wanda called out to her.
"Danielle! Please don't go back in there."
"Don't worry, I'll be back."
"You promise?" Wanda asked. She appeared as if she was about to go into shock from her experience.
"I promise," Danielle assured her best friend. But before she started
back to the house, a thunderous explosion and flash of light filled the
night sky. Dare Doll ran towards the mansion and was stunned to see the
remaining bits of the structure raining down in flaming debris.
The heroine would never know that the origin of the blast. Pressurized containers of helium that filled the coat pockets of the Goth witch trapped inside the kiln had exploded and set off the natural gas connections to the kiln. Any remaining occupants that were possibly alive after all the gunfire were incinerated in a flash.
Dare Doll stared at the sight of the mansion once filled with past unthinkable horrors reduced to flaming rubble. Maybe it was for the best that there were no survivors.
Dawn was breaking over Empire City when Dare Doll arrived back at the luxury high-rise apartment home. Once safely inside, she put the dazed Wanda to bed with a sedative. With aching muscles Danielle went to her bedroom with Puffy following close behind. He was thrilled to have her back home at last and let her know with appreciative barks.
"Hush, Puffy!" she scolded her noisy pet. When she reached her private dressing room, Puffy crouched down on the floor and stared through his furry brows up at his owner. He watched anxiously as the love of his life took off her gloves and mask, peeled the boots off her sore feet and unclasped her belt and cape before she slipped out of her sleek body suit. Sore all over, she struggled a bit to get out of her thong panties.
Once she was out of the dressing room to head for the shower, Puffy kept one eye on the door while he crept over to the discarded underwear to inhale the wondrous odor before he snatched them up and trotted away to hide them in a safe place.
Once Danielle was through with her soothing shower, she dried off, pinned her hair up and got dressed for bed in a pink pair of panties and matching baby tee. She sat at her vanity to blow dry her hair. While she combed out her lustrous auburn waves, Danielle couldn't help but stare at a framed photograph of her and Jeff Bradley taken at a beach party, looking deliriously happy together.
Once she was done with her hair, Danielle took the framed picture to her bed and sat down Indian style. Pondering the photograph placed on her long crossed legs, she couldn’t believe she had been so foolish giving her heart to Jeff Bradley.
Puffy, her ever-faithful companion jumped up on the bed and whined sadly. He put his paws on her arm and licked her tears away. Then he uttered a low growl and snatched the tear-stained picture out of Danielle’s hand and scampered over to drop it in a wastebasket. He barked once more and returned to his lovely owner to snuggle in her lap and try to comfort her.
“Oh, you are just too sweet!” Danielle smiled through her sniffles.
She sighed and told her precious Puffy, “C’mon, let’s go drown our sorrows
in a pint of Daagen Hazs.”