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Louis watched the truck pull away from the loading dock with a sigh of relief. He was a hired gun, loading crates was beneath his pay grade. That was menial work, Mexican work, but the pay was good and his new employers wanted good men, proven men, to move this lab fast. Not some drift ins from south of the border. Word was the Cassandra Network was closing in, they needed soldiers.

Louis could never be called a good man but he was a proven man, with three kills under his belt. He had done some time for robbery but he had never rolled over, never played ball with the D.A. or her flunkies. What Louis didn't realise, never realised, was that he was also expendable.

Louis leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette. He took a drag and breathed the smoke out through his nostrils, sighing in satisfaction.

"You know, those things are bad for your health...right?"

Louis spun, eyes widening as he took in the small figure who stepped out of the shadows, eyes glowing brightly. He knew who she was and he knew she was dangerous! Louis was fast, very fast and he almost reached his gun before she spoke. He had one moment to feel awe at the music of her voice and then she had him and his mind went blank...

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Sometime later En-Trance opened what must have been her twentieth door and smiled with relief. 'Bingo' She had finally found the lab.

The room she was looking into was big, when the lab was in full production En-Trance imagined it would have been crammed full of benches and gear, but now only one work station remained. But one was all she needed. Even from the doorway En-Trance could see the tell tale pink glow of the drug. She had struck gold, time to collect.

'Oh, front page stuff. I hope the Mayor is ready to shake my hand again' En-Trance crossed the tiled floor with a confident yet swift stride. She knew that the truck could be back at any time now, and she had no idea how many guys would come with it. Time to grab a sample as evidence and for analysis and get the hell out of there. There was no point in pushing her luck.

To reach the bench En-Trance had to step over a large crate that appeared to be made entirely from segmented metal blocks folded neatly together.. En-Trance hadn't seen another crate like this anywhere else in the building. She frowned and knelt down to take a closer look.

'Must weigh a ton, maybe this is to keep the drugs safe?' En-Trance mused aloud. Running her hands over it she searched for a catch or lock but she couldn't find any way to open it.

'Good evening En-Trance, find anything of interest?' The disembodied voice carried traces of both annoyance and amusement.

En-Trance sprang to her feet and spun around looking for the source. 'Show yourself!' she commanded, her voice resonating with music and power.

'Up here, no...the corner, look up.'

En-Trance followed the directions and saw the camera. 'Hi there, I don't suppose you want to save me the trouble of tracking you down. Maybe just surrender now?'

Laughter issued from the camera's voice unit, deep and amused. 'I don't think so Shadow Siren, although I am looking forward to meeting you, I would rather that you be in a more compliant mood though.'

'Yeah, well I don't do compliant' En-Trance shot back. 'You hide under the biggest rock you can find. Sooner or later, I am going to get you. But now, if you don't mind, I will just help myself to a free sample of you wares and be on my way.' En-Trance started to turn away.

'A sample? Why, trying to figure out an antidote? You won't.'

En-Trance turned back to face the camera a smirk on her face. 'You sound a little nervous there pal, worried that we will? That would be a bummer huh?'

'Pink Passion is a complex neuroerotic-stimulant, hallucinogen and GABA promoter. It took years and a small fortune to develop and even longer to refine the fast acting variant we have been building our business on. Even if you could create some sort of counter agent it would take years. In the meantime...'

'What is this? Science class? Look pal you are stalling, and by the way, we have Alchemica. She will reverse your neuro whatever faster than you can say life sentence without parole. Now if you will excuse me...'

'Well I can't fool you. Yes I was stalling, you are a smart one aren't you?'

' Sorry but I don't plan to be here when your men get back' En-Trance blew the camera a kiss.

'Men?' More laughter. 'Not as smart as I thought, no I was stalling you so I could boot up the security system.'

'Security system..?' En-Trance eyes narrowed as she looked around warily.

'Welcome to science class Shadow Siren, time to teach you a lesson...'

Without warning the metal crate unwound itself with terrifying speed and two large robotic tentacles of segmented steel began to wrap around the startled heroine.

'What the..? No!!!' En-Trance screamed in shock as she was taken.

'Don't worry though En-Trance, I would hate to see all your efforts go unrewarded, have a sample on me.'

The Shadow Siren thrashed and wriggled hard desperately trying to escape the automated clutches of the trap. Her eyes widened as she caught side of the fully loaded syringe that formed the sharp tip of one of the tentacles. 'No...no no don't!' En-Trance tried to fend off the tentacles, but her strength meant nothing to the robotic appendages.

'Aghhh!' En-Trance cried out, wincing as the syringe plunged into her soft flesh. Within seconds she could feel a dangerous warmth spreading out from the impact point.

'My men will be back any time now. I told you that i wanted you to be in a more...receptive mood when we meet. The drug will see to that, the drug and a very flexible security system. Enjoy the experience En-Trance, I will see you soon to continue your lessons in person.'

En-Trance no longer fought to escape the tentacles embrace, now she struggled to fight the pernicious influence of the drug as it spread through her system. She could already feel her body respond, she had no control of it. Every inch of the Shadow Siren's skin seemed to be hyper sensitive, afire with sensation. Beneath the soft fabric of her revealing outfit her nipples were blossoming as if under a lover's touch and between her legs an animal heat was building rapidly. Her costumed groin was growing very damp and her indrawn breaths were shuddering pants of air.

En-Trance held the drugs at bay for a moment longer, then the tentacles began to demonstrate just how flexible their programming was. She had a moment to curse herself for her stupidity before the drug broke down the last of her barriers, the pleasure overwhelmed her and her mind went blank...

Art by the girl who almost flunked science class

Entry number 10 to the Captive Curves Collection

En-Trance aka the Shadow Siren is my oc and may only be used with my permission

As with all stories in this series, this story is non canon

Description

Louis watched the truck pull away from the loading dock with a sigh of relief. He was a hired gun, loading crates was beneath his pay grade. That was menial work, Mexican work, but the pay was good and his new employers wanted good men, proven men, to move this lab fast. Not some drift ins from south of the border. Word was the Cassandra Network was closing in, they needed soldiers.

Louis could never be called a good man but he was a proven man, with three kills under his belt. He had done some time for robbery but he had never rolled over, never played ball with the D.A. or her flunkies. What Louis didn't realise, never realised, was that he was also expendable.

Louis leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette. He took a drag and breathed the smoke out through his nostrils, sighing in satisfaction.

"You know, those things are bad for your health...right?"

Louis spun, eyes widening as he took in the small figure who stepped out of the shadows, eyes glowing brightly. He knew who she was and he knew she was dangerous! Louis was fast, very fast and he almost reached his gun before she spoke. He had one moment to feel awe at the music of her voice and then she had him and his mind went blank...

****

Sometime later En-Trance opened what must have been her twentieth door and smiled with relief. 'Bingo' She had finally found the lab.

The room she was looking into was big, when the lab was in full production En-Trance imagined it would have been crammed full of benches and gear, but now only one work station remained. But one was all she needed. Even from the doorway En-Trance could see the tell tale pink glow of the drug. She had struck gold, time to collect.

'Oh, front page stuff. I hope the Mayor is ready to shake my hand again' En-Trance crossed the tiled floor with a confident yet swift stride. She knew that the truck could be back at any time now, and she had no idea how many guys would come with it. Time to grab a sample as evidence and for analysis and get the hell out of there. There was no point in pushing her luck.

To reach the bench En-Trance had to step over a large crate that appeared to be made entirely from segmented metal blocks folded neatly together.. En-Trance hadn't seen another crate like this anywhere else in the building. She frowned and knelt down to take a closer look.

'Must weigh a ton, maybe this is to keep the drugs safe?' En-Trance mused aloud. Running her hands over it she searched for a catch or lock but she couldn't find any way to open it.

'Good evening En-Trance, find anything of interest?' The disembodied voice carried traces of both annoyance and amusement.

En-Trance sprang to her feet and spun around looking for the source. 'Show yourself!' she commanded, her voice resonating with music and power.

'Up here, no...the corner, look up.'

En-Trance followed the directions and saw the camera. 'Hi there, I don't suppose you want to save me the trouble of tracking you down. Maybe just surrender now?'

Laughter issued from the camera's voice unit, deep and amused. 'I don't think so Shadow Siren, although I am looking forward to meeting you, I would rather that you be in a more compliant mood though.'

'Yeah, well I don't do compliant' En-Trance shot back. 'You hide under the biggest rock you can find. Sooner or later, I am going to get you. But now, if you don't mind, I will just help myself to a free sample of you wares and be on my way.' En-Trance started to turn away.

'A sample? Why, trying to figure out an antidote? You won't.'

En-Trance turned back to face the camera a smirk on her face. 'You sound a little nervous there pal, worried that we will? That would be a bummer huh?'

'Pink Passion is a complex neuroerotic-stimulant, hallucinogen and GABA promoter. It took years and a small fortune to develop and even longer to refine the fast acting variant we have been building our business on. Even if you could create some sort of counter agent it would take years. In the meantime...'

'What is this? Science class? Look pal you are stalling, and by the way, we have Alchemica. She will reverse your neuro whatever faster than you can say life sentence without parole. Now if you will excuse me...'

'Well I can't fool you. Yes I was stalling, you are a smart one aren't you?'

' Sorry but I don't plan to be here when your men get back' En-Trance blew the camera a kiss.

'Men?' More laughter. 'Not as smart as I thought, no I was stalling you so I could boot up the security system.'

'Security system..?' En-Trance eyes narrowed as she looked around warily.

'Welcome to science class Shadow Siren, time to teach you a lesson...'

Without warning the metal crate unwound itself with terrifying speed and two large robotic tentacles of segmented steel began to wrap around the startled heroine.

'What the..? No!!!' En-Trance screamed in shock as she was taken.

'Don't worry though En-Trance, I would hate to see all your efforts go unrewarded, have a sample on me.'

The Shadow Siren thrashed and wriggled hard desperately trying to escape the automated clutches of the trap. Her eyes widened as she caught side of the fully loaded syringe that formed the sharp tip of one of the tentacles. 'No...no no don't!' En-Trance tried to fend off the tentacles, but her strength meant nothing to the robotic appendages.

'Aghhh!' En-Trance cried out, wincing as the syringe plunged into her soft flesh. Within seconds she could feel a dangerous warmth spreading out from the impact point.

'My men will be back any time now. I told you that i wanted you to be in a more...receptive mood when we meet. The drug will see to that, the drug and a very flexible security system. Enjoy the experience En-Trance, I will see you soon to continue your lessons in person.'

En-Trance no longer fought to escape the tentacles embrace, now she struggled to fight the pernicious influence of the drug as it spread through her system. She could already feel her body respond, she had no control of it. Every inch of the Shadow Siren's skin seemed to be hyper sensitive, afire with sensation. Beneath the soft fabric of her revealing outfit her nipples were blossoming as if under a lover's touch and between her legs an animal heat was building rapidly. Her costumed groin was growing very damp and her indrawn breaths were shuddering pants of air.

En-Trance held the drugs at bay for a moment longer, then the tentacles began to demonstrate just how flexible their programming was. She had a moment to curse herself for her stupidity before the drug broke down the last of her barriers, the pleasure overwhelmed her and her mind went blank...

Art by the girl who almost flunked science class

Entry number 10 to the Captive Curves Collection

En-Trance aka the Shadow Siren is my oc and may only be used with my permission

As with all stories in this series, this story is non canon