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Taboo looked down at En-Trance and smiled "Don't worry darling, I will be right here the whole time." Taboo nodded at her henchman. "Open the door. Let them in."

Trance looked up at her captor wide eyed with fear, then at the door as it was slowly opened. Despite her determination to show a brave face, as the crowd rushed forward En-Trance began to thrash wildly against the chains that held her.

"Mppphh!!! EEasse...oonn't! Hhet eee hoo!!!" En-Trance pleaded around the big red rubber ball that parted her luscious lips and insured she remained Taboo's powerless prisoner.

"Shh, shhhh...that won't help Trance. These people have come for a performance." Taboo's straps wrapped around the thrashing Siren, encircling her body, holding her still. "We don't want to disappoint the audience, do we?" Taboo laughed softly. The audience in question, men and women masked as if attending a ball, came stumbling to a stop as Taboo held up her hand, but their eyes roamed over En-Trance' body with dark hunger.

"The show doesn't begin until the house has been paid. But you can see that once again I have lived up to my promises. Here she is, for one night only, the famous En-Trance in all her curvaceous glory. If you know anything about En-Trance, you know that this performance will be...spirited. So please, show your appreciation" Taboo purred, her straps still encircling En-Trance as the feisty heroine continued to struggle. Smiling at the audience, Taboo sent a strap to flick against one of the heroines large erect nipples. "Behave Trance!" Taboo snapped.

"Hnmpph!" En-Trance gasped as her nipple stung from the unexpected blow of the metal tipped strap.

"You are wasting your energy darling, relax." Taboo advised, her voice once more soft and soothing. As she spoke Taboo made the strap circle and caress the Shadow Siren's nipple, knowing that it would likely be extremely sensitive to touch right now.

En-Trance glared at her, twisting in a futile effort to escape Taboo's attentions, but the strap simply followed her until the heroine gave up and accepted the gentle strokes of the d-ring across her tender nipple, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The audience meanwhile had broken into a babble of noise. One man opened a case, tumbling bundles of notes onto the floor, others waved smaller bundles or held up credit cards that had been pre-loaded with enormous sums. Taboo's smile grew wider.

"I knew you would be a big draw Trance" She informed her helpless captive in a pleased voice, "But this could be one of my biggest nights ever." Taboo nodded at one of her henchmen who started gathering the proffered wealth and making a list of names. "Count it, make sure it's clean"

While the audience jockeyed for attention, Taboo knelt swiftly and whispered into En-Trance' ear. Captive and captor gazed into each other's faces, Taboo quietly confident, En-Trance fearful and uncertain. After a long moment En-Trance slowly nodded. Taboo said nothing but she reached out with a strangely gentle touch and caressed the Shadow Siren's face before rising smoothly to her feet. The audience didn't notice. They were still arguing hotly amongst themselves over who would claim the honour of going first. With a slow well practiced motion Taboo injected the contents of her syringe into En-Trance' inner thigh. The Shadow Siren winced once, then hung still and quiet as the drug began to quickly take effect.

As business matters were settled the audience turned back to Taboo, approaching slowly now as the anticipation of what was to come built until the air was heavy with lust and expectation. Taboo held up the wand in her hand. When she was sure she had everyone's attention she began to speak in a calm, matter of fact tone.

"The Bitch Tamer Lite. Portable, devastating. In your hands, the perfect instrument to encourage En-Trance to peak performance...again, and again, and again. She won't be able to resist its touch." Taboo paused as the audience chortled. There was little humour in the sound, only a barely restrained hunger for the performance to begin.

"There are some rules however..." The only one of Taboo's straps not engaged in caressing En-Trance, in building the increased arousal necessary for tonight's performance, moved toward the audience displaying the heroine's panties for all to see. "The Shadow Siren's thong, which will be up for auction at the end of the night, has been removed. As you can see, beneath her remaining costume she is gloriously naked. You may touch, rub, or pinch with your hands or this wand. But the costume remains on...and it remains intact! If anyone doesn't like that, take your money and go. Once the performance starts there are no refunds!"

Only one man, grumbling bitterly under his breath, took his money and left. The rest remained, breathing loudly as they licked their lips in greedy anticipation of exerting control over the helpless heroine's magnificent body.

"Good. Now I will show you how to use this wonderful little toy to get your money's worth out of our performer tonight." Taboo said as she flicked a switch.

"Mmphh!!!" despite her drug enforced lassitude, En-Trance eyes widened in surprise as Taboo began her demonstration. The Shadow Siren's body couldn't help but respond to the erotic sensations as they rippled through her. As the first husky moans of her growing arousal filled the ears of the audience, En-Trance sought to distance herself from the moment in the vaults of her memories.

****

"Hhet eee hoo uuu ITCH!!!" En-Trance snarled angrily as she thrashed in the chains that bound her, upside down and helpless, on the bondage rack. The heroine's eyes glowed with light as she put all of her power behind her furious commands, but the ball gag Taboo had secured in her mouth while she was out cold defied her every effort. Taboo just smiled down at her in amusement.

"Is it written in some rule book that you are obligated to make demands you know won't be met when someone's captive?" Taboo laughed softly.

"Hucckk...Uu...hen I het oouff I illl" Trance began.

"Don't you mean, if you get out?" Taboo asked, her voice colder now as she looked down at Trance with no trace of her earlier amusement. "Besides..." Taboo continued, a smile back on her face again as one of her straps displayed En-Trance' thong to the heroine's horrified gaze." You wouldn't get far without your panties would you? though I do admire a woman who keeps herself clean down there. I find it incredibly erotic, and so will the audience."

En-Trance had been straining to sit up, trying to confirm that she was wearing nothing but her body stocking when Taboo's words snapped her attention back to her captor.

"Haudhihensh? Hat harr uuu hanning ho hu?" The Shadow Siren asked incredulously.

"If I tell you, will you calm down? You can't get out of those chains, and even if you could you are gagged. I would have you back under control before you could do anything. Only, you would be completely naked and on a rack that left you far more vulnerable." Taboo said matter of factly as she placed a hand on En-Trance's thigh just above her boot top and began to gently caress her captive's silk covered skin.

The heroine's nostrils flared in anger, but she nodded curtly as she gazed back into Taboo's eyes. So close to my own... En-Trance thought to herself, wondering what vagaries had shaped Taboo's life journey to this moment, to being her captor.

"Good..." Taboo began, her voice now pitched in a calming tone as her hand continued its gentle caress. As she spoke she slowly moved the focus of those caresses toward the apex of the Siren's legs and the secret flower she longed to touch.

"I consider myself an artist, an Agent Provocateur. My speciality ? Performance art. My medium? The gifted, people like you Trance. My audience? Anyone who pays enough." Taboo shrugged. "I don't really do it for the money, though a performance such as yours does bring in a lot of cash and money does have its uses. No, I aim for something more...profound."

"Ullhit" En-Trance replied, but without real conviction. She had become focused on Taboo's voice, while her captor's gentle caress was proving to be strangely calming.

"I can appreciate your disbelief Trance. From your position, I wouldn't believe me either. "Taboo shrugged."But, remember, you were out cold. If I had truly base intentions wouldn't you already be naked?"

The Shadow Siren's forehead furrowed as she gazed at Taboo in confusion. "I hess?" She replied uncertainly.

"That will have to do." Taboo nodded. "Through my art I seek to challenge the stagnation of imposed order. You, as a heroine, emobody that order, fighting for an ideal that is crumbling from the inside out. My audience are the forces of chaos, barely held in check by the order you represent, always yearning to be free of the dictates of others. "

Taboo gestured at a door at the far end of the room." They gather outside, eager to see a fallen goddess. Fearing your power, they hunger to control it. By seeking to dominate your body they seek to convince themselves that you are not a goddess, and therefore nothing special. They want to create a new world, one where you are beneath them. Not their protector, not their keeper, but their slave."

"Hatt???" En-Trance eyes had been widening in horror as Taboo had been speaking. Now the spell of Taboo's soothing touch was broken as Taboo revealed her plan and En-Trance began to thrash desperately again. "Uuu hannt hu his ho eee!!!"

"You mean I shouldn't do this to you? Perhaps, but isn't this is the risk you take every time you put on that costume? As the saying goes, the show must go on Trance." Taboo let the Siren struggle, waiting until En-Trance was forced to pause in her futile exertions to catch her breath.

"If it is any consolation, I don't allow cameras. No one will have any evidence of what happened tonight." Taboo resumed her caresses as En-Trance hung limply, panting for air. "Also, there is a lesson for you to learn here too Trance. I don't know what motivates you to take these risks, but if you think that your efforts are appreciated then you are hopelessly naive. The people you seek to protect are the same people who are waiting outside, salivating at the thought of dominating your helpless body. Something for you to consider once I release you. Are any of them worth it?" Taboo's fingers made their first light contact with the delicate petals of the Siren's secret flower as she spoke.

"Oohhhh..." En-Trance gasped in surprise at the contact. The heroine's lavendar eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to make sense of what Taboo was saying. It was becoming hard to focus past Taboo's unwelcome yet somehow intimate touch. She fastened on two words. "Uuu harr ooing to heet ee hoo?"

"That depends..." Taboo replied. "...Here is my offer. You agree to walk away and not pursue vengeance for tonight, and I promise you that you will wake safe and sound in a fancy hotel room and that your body stocking will remain on during the entirety of tonight's performance. You have my word. Well..?"

"Hat shoce Hu I ave?" En-Trance asked.

"Oh you have a choice Trance. Lots of choices. You could have chosen not to seek me out. You could have chosen not to come alone. You came hunting me, remember? Now, do we have a deal or not?"

"Ess..eeel." En-Trance replied reluctantly.

"Good. So, are you ready to begin?" Taboo ceased her caresses, taking a pink wand from one of her straps.

"Hnnooo..." En-Trance whimpered softly as she shook her head.

" Trance, listen..." Taboo took a syringe from another of the straps and held it where her captive could see. "This contains a drug, a powerful one. I use it to guarantee a good performance. But like my art, its purpose is manifold. It will make you more responsive, yes. But it will also help you relax and coupled with the adrenaline and endorphins in your system, it will put you in a dream like state. When you wake, all of this will be just a vague memory."

Taboo gave the Shadow Siren a semi sympathetic look. "You said before, you don't have a choice. Well, I am offering you one now. I was going to dose you before we started but now I leave the choice to take it in your hands. If you want to experience tonight struggling and screaming until you are too exhausted to resist, that is one option. If not, there is the sanctuary of the drug. Understand?

"Eff..." En-Trance whispered in reply.

"Can I ask you something, an honest question. If it was just us, you and I in that hotel room, blood still racing after our battle...If the only touch you would feel all night long was mine, would you still be so defiant?" Taboo inquired, an indecipherable look on her face.

En-Trance looked at Taboo for a moment, was Taboo really asking her that? Then a sneer curled the heroine's face and she turned away in disdain. Taboo shrugged and took a deep breath in preparation. It was time to begin!

Ready to go, Taboo looked down at En-Trance and smiled "Don't worry darling, I will be right here the whole time." Taboo nodded at her henchman. "Open the door. Let them in."

****

Taboo sipped her wine, watching as the performance drew to a close. For hours now En-Trance had entertained the guests. Time after time the heroine's husky moans had reached a crescendo of arousal and the force of En-Trance' hips rocking in compelled release had rattled the chains which held her suspended and helpless as even the clumsiest man had repeatedly coaxed her to her peak. Taboo had not been lying. Drugged or not, there was no escaping the devastating effect of the Bitch Tamer Lite.

Taboo was impressed, she hadn't expected the petite heroine to have the stamina to last the night. She had been proven wrong. There was a lot about En-Trance she was finding intriguing. Taboo took another sip of wine as she watched the last couple work the semi conscious heroine's sweat soaked body toward what would likely be En-Trance final surrender. This pair, a man and woman, had taken turns with the wand while the other had worked the Siren's exquisite breasts with enthusiastic expertise. It had been an effective combination, En-Trance' screams of pleasure had been some of the loudest of the night, signalling her body's approval of the double teaming.

But now the heroine's energy was flagging and Taboo signalled to her henchman to begin to wrap the performance up. Everything had gone smoothly, apart from one incident where one of the audience had attempted to tear the heroine's costume. The pliable Fae silk weave had resisted and the man had left not with his sought after memento but a broken jaw.

Taboo sat back as the room was cleared of outsiders and her people began to release the practically comatose Siren from her restraints. She smiled to herself as the last guests left. If she hadn't told Trance the whole truth, her audience were completely ignorant of Taboo's intentions, of her true master, Chaos.

Despite her warnings, sooner or later one of the audience would boast of what had happened here tonight. When they did, word would eventually reach Trance' ears. The Siren and her friends would come looking for answers, and in pursuit of those answers many of tonight's attendees would end up in jail. There would be power struggles to fill the voids left behind. There would be gang wars, blood on the streets, Chaos. It would be a true masterpiece.

"Dose her with the anaesthetic and leave her in my hotel room. I will clean her up myself." Taboo instructed her men before looking back at the text she was putting together for a new invitation card. It read, " Nothing is Taboo. An exclusive invitation for one special guest to join me in an exploration of Duality, of the meaning ,if any, behind the labels of good and evil. Good wine, great food and stimulating...conversation. This invitation does not expire." She would leave the card in Trance' hotel room. Would the heroine respond? Taboo didn't know but she hoped that she hadn't witnessed Trance' last performance. Only time would tell...

( En-Trance wakes to find herself the helpless prisoner of Taboo. What does the cultured villain have in store for the helpless Siren? )

The Invitation card sent by Taboo to gather her audience, sent as a bonus by the great RP himself

Sadly this one has expired, but go grab a commish off the the man himself...maybe Taboo already has her sights on another heroine?

Art by the great Cyclops who forges the Peril Thunderbolts of the Gods...

Taboo is the oc of and is used with permission

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

Description

Taboo looked down at En-Trance and smiled "Don't worry darling, I will be right here the whole time." Taboo nodded at her henchman. "Open the door. Let them in."

Trance looked up at her captor wide eyed with fear, then at the door as it was slowly opened. Despite her determination to show a brave face, as the crowd rushed forward En-Trance began to thrash wildly against the chains that held her.

"Mppphh!!! EEasse...oonn't! Hhet eee hoo!!!" En-Trance pleaded around the big red rubber ball that parted her luscious lips and insured she remained Taboo's powerless prisoner.

"Shh, shhhh...that won't help Trance. These people have come for a performance." Taboo's straps wrapped around the thrashing Siren, encircling her body, holding her still. "We don't want to disappoint the audience, do we?" Taboo laughed softly. The audience in question, men and women masked as if attending a ball, came stumbling to a stop as Taboo held up her hand, but their eyes roamed over En-Trance' body with dark hunger.

"The show doesn't begin until the house has been paid. But you can see that once again I have lived up to my promises. Here she is, for one night only, the famous En-Trance in all her curvaceous glory. If you know anything about En-Trance, you know that this performance will be...spirited. So please, show your appreciation" Taboo purred, her straps still encircling En-Trance as the feisty heroine continued to struggle. Smiling at the audience, Taboo sent a strap to flick against one of the heroines large erect nipples. "Behave Trance!" Taboo snapped.

"Hnmpph!" En-Trance gasped as her nipple stung from the unexpected blow of the metal tipped strap.

"You are wasting your energy darling, relax." Taboo advised, her voice once more soft and soothing. As she spoke Taboo made the strap circle and caress the Shadow Siren's nipple, knowing that it would likely be extremely sensitive to touch right now.

En-Trance glared at her, twisting in a futile effort to escape Taboo's attentions, but the strap simply followed her until the heroine gave up and accepted the gentle strokes of the d-ring across her tender nipple, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The audience meanwhile had broken into a babble of noise. One man opened a case, tumbling bundles of notes onto the floor, others waved smaller bundles or held up credit cards that had been pre-loaded with enormous sums. Taboo's smile grew wider.

"I knew you would be a big draw Trance" She informed her helpless captive in a pleased voice, "But this could be one of my biggest nights ever." Taboo nodded at one of her henchmen who started gathering the proffered wealth and making a list of names. "Count it, make sure it's clean"

While the audience jockeyed for attention, Taboo knelt swiftly and whispered into En-Trance' ear. Captive and captor gazed into each other's faces, Taboo quietly confident, En-Trance fearful and uncertain. After a long moment En-Trance slowly nodded. Taboo said nothing but she reached out with a strangely gentle touch and caressed the Shadow Siren's face before rising smoothly to her feet. The audience didn't notice. They were still arguing hotly amongst themselves over who would claim the honour of going first. With a slow well practiced motion Taboo injected the contents of her syringe into En-Trance' inner thigh. The Shadow Siren winced once, then hung still and quiet as the drug began to quickly take effect.

As business matters were settled the audience turned back to Taboo, approaching slowly now as the anticipation of what was to come built until the air was heavy with lust and expectation. Taboo held up the wand in her hand. When she was sure she had everyone's attention she began to speak in a calm, matter of fact tone.

"The Bitch Tamer Lite. Portable, devastating. In your hands, the perfect instrument to encourage En-Trance to peak performance...again, and again, and again. She won't be able to resist its touch." Taboo paused as the audience chortled. There was little humour in the sound, only a barely restrained hunger for the performance to begin.

"There are some rules however..." The only one of Taboo's straps not engaged in caressing En-Trance, in building the increased arousal necessary for tonight's performance, moved toward the audience displaying the heroine's panties for all to see. "The Shadow Siren's thong, which will be up for auction at the end of the night, has been removed. As you can see, beneath her remaining costume she is gloriously naked. You may touch, rub, or pinch with your hands or this wand. But the costume remains on...and it remains intact! If anyone doesn't like that, take your money and go. Once the performance starts there are no refunds!"

Only one man, grumbling bitterly under his breath, took his money and left. The rest remained, breathing loudly as they licked their lips in greedy anticipation of exerting control over the helpless heroine's magnificent body.

"Good. Now I will show you how to use this wonderful little toy to get your money's worth out of our performer tonight." Taboo said as she flicked a switch.

"Mmphh!!!" despite her drug enforced lassitude, En-Trance eyes widened in surprise as Taboo began her demonstration. The Shadow Siren's body couldn't help but respond to the erotic sensations as they rippled through her. As the first husky moans of her growing arousal filled the ears of the audience, En-Trance sought to distance herself from the moment in the vaults of her memories.

****

"Hhet eee hoo uuu ITCH!!!" En-Trance snarled angrily as she thrashed in the chains that bound her, upside down and helpless, on the bondage rack. The heroine's eyes glowed with light as she put all of her power behind her furious commands, but the ball gag Taboo had secured in her mouth while she was out cold defied her every effort. Taboo just smiled down at her in amusement.

"Is it written in some rule book that you are obligated to make demands you know won't be met when someone's captive?" Taboo laughed softly.

"Hucckk...Uu...hen I het oouff I illl" Trance began.

"Don't you mean, if you get out?" Taboo asked, her voice colder now as she looked down at Trance with no trace of her earlier amusement. "Besides..." Taboo continued, a smile back on her face again as one of her straps displayed En-Trance' thong to the heroine's horrified gaze." You wouldn't get far without your panties would you? though I do admire a woman who keeps herself clean down there. I find it incredibly erotic, and so will the audience."

En-Trance had been straining to sit up, trying to confirm that she was wearing nothing but her body stocking when Taboo's words snapped her attention back to her captor.

"Haudhihensh? Hat harr uuu hanning ho hu?" The Shadow Siren asked incredulously.

"If I tell you, will you calm down? You can't get out of those chains, and even if you could you are gagged. I would have you back under control before you could do anything. Only, you would be completely naked and on a rack that left you far more vulnerable." Taboo said matter of factly as she placed a hand on En-Trance's thigh just above her boot top and began to gently caress her captive's silk covered skin.

The heroine's nostrils flared in anger, but she nodded curtly as she gazed back into Taboo's eyes. So close to my own... En-Trance thought to herself, wondering what vagaries had shaped Taboo's life journey to this moment, to being her captor.

"Good..." Taboo began, her voice now pitched in a calming tone as her hand continued its gentle caress. As she spoke she slowly moved the focus of those caresses toward the apex of the Siren's legs and the secret flower she longed to touch.

"I consider myself an artist, an Agent Provocateur. My speciality ? Performance art. My medium? The gifted, people like you Trance. My audience? Anyone who pays enough." Taboo shrugged. "I don't really do it for the money, though a performance such as yours does bring in a lot of cash and money does have its uses. No, I aim for something more...profound."

"Ullhit" En-Trance replied, but without real conviction. She had become focused on Taboo's voice, while her captor's gentle caress was proving to be strangely calming.

"I can appreciate your disbelief Trance. From your position, I wouldn't believe me either. "Taboo shrugged."But, remember, you were out cold. If I had truly base intentions wouldn't you already be naked?"

The Shadow Siren's forehead furrowed as she gazed at Taboo in confusion. "I hess?" She replied uncertainly.

"That will have to do." Taboo nodded. "Through my art I seek to challenge the stagnation of imposed order. You, as a heroine, emobody that order, fighting for an ideal that is crumbling from the inside out. My audience are the forces of chaos, barely held in check by the order you represent, always yearning to be free of the dictates of others. "

Taboo gestured at a door at the far end of the room." They gather outside, eager to see a fallen goddess. Fearing your power, they hunger to control it. By seeking to dominate your body they seek to convince themselves that you are not a goddess, and therefore nothing special. They want to create a new world, one where you are beneath them. Not their protector, not their keeper, but their slave."

"Hatt???" En-Trance eyes had been widening in horror as Taboo had been speaking. Now the spell of Taboo's soothing touch was broken as Taboo revealed her plan and En-Trance began to thrash desperately again. "Uuu hannt hu his ho eee!!!"

"You mean I shouldn't do this to you? Perhaps, but isn't this is the risk you take every time you put on that costume? As the saying goes, the show must go on Trance." Taboo let the Siren struggle, waiting until En-Trance was forced to pause in her futile exertions to catch her breath.

"If it is any consolation, I don't allow cameras. No one will have any evidence of what happened tonight." Taboo resumed her caresses as En-Trance hung limply, panting for air. "Also, there is a lesson for you to learn here too Trance. I don't know what motivates you to take these risks, but if you think that your efforts are appreciated then you are hopelessly naive. The people you seek to protect are the same people who are waiting outside, salivating at the thought of dominating your helpless body. Something for you to consider once I release you. Are any of them worth it?" Taboo's fingers made their first light contact with the delicate petals of the Siren's secret flower as she spoke.

"Oohhhh..." En-Trance gasped in surprise at the contact. The heroine's lavendar eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to make sense of what Taboo was saying. It was becoming hard to focus past Taboo's unwelcome yet somehow intimate touch. She fastened on two words. "Uuu harr ooing to heet ee hoo?"

"That depends..." Taboo replied. "...Here is my offer. You agree to walk away and not pursue vengeance for tonight, and I promise you that you will wake safe and sound in a fancy hotel room and that your body stocking will remain on during the entirety of tonight's performance. You have my word. Well..?"

"Hat shoce Hu I ave?" En-Trance asked.

"Oh you have a choice Trance. Lots of choices. You could have chosen not to seek me out. You could have chosen not to come alone. You came hunting me, remember? Now, do we have a deal or not?"

"Ess..eeel." En-Trance replied reluctantly.

"Good. So, are you ready to begin?" Taboo ceased her caresses, taking a pink wand from one of her straps.

"Hnnooo..." En-Trance whimpered softly as she shook her head.

" Trance, listen..." Taboo took a syringe from another of the straps and held it where her captive could see. "This contains a drug, a powerful one. I use it to guarantee a good performance. But like my art, its purpose is manifold. It will make you more responsive, yes. But it will also help you relax and coupled with the adrenaline and endorphins in your system, it will put you in a dream like state. When you wake, all of this will be just a vague memory."

Taboo gave the Shadow Siren a semi sympathetic look. "You said before, you don't have a choice. Well, I am offering you one now. I was going to dose you before we started but now I leave the choice to take it in your hands. If you want to experience tonight struggling and screaming until you are too exhausted to resist, that is one option. If not, there is the sanctuary of the drug. Understand?

"Eff..." En-Trance whispered in reply.

"Can I ask you something, an honest question. If it was just us, you and I in that hotel room, blood still racing after our battle...If the only touch you would feel all night long was mine, would you still be so defiant?" Taboo inquired, an indecipherable look on her face.

En-Trance looked at Taboo for a moment, was Taboo really asking her that? Then a sneer curled the heroine's face and she turned away in disdain. Taboo shrugged and took a deep breath in preparation. It was time to begin!

Ready to go, Taboo looked down at En-Trance and smiled "Don't worry darling, I will be right here the whole time." Taboo nodded at her henchman. "Open the door. Let them in."

****

Taboo sipped her wine, watching as the performance drew to a close. For hours now En-Trance had entertained the guests. Time after time the heroine's husky moans had reached a crescendo of arousal and the force of En-Trance' hips rocking in compelled release had rattled the chains which held her suspended and helpless as even the clumsiest man had repeatedly coaxed her to her peak. Taboo had not been lying. Drugged or not, there was no escaping the devastating effect of the Bitch Tamer Lite.

Taboo was impressed, she hadn't expected the petite heroine to have the stamina to last the night. She had been proven wrong. There was a lot about En-Trance she was finding intriguing. Taboo took another sip of wine as she watched the last couple work the semi conscious heroine's sweat soaked body toward what would likely be En-Trance final surrender. This pair, a man and woman, had taken turns with the wand while the other had worked the Siren's exquisite breasts with enthusiastic expertise. It had been an effective combination, En-Trance' screams of pleasure had been some of the loudest of the night, signalling her body's approval of the double teaming.

But now the heroine's energy was flagging and Taboo signalled to her henchman to begin to wrap the performance up. Everything had gone smoothly, apart from one incident where one of the audience had attempted to tear the heroine's costume. The pliable Fae silk weave had resisted and the man had left not with his sought after memento but a broken jaw.

Taboo sat back as the room was cleared of outsiders and her people began to release the practically comatose Siren from her restraints. She smiled to herself as the last guests left. If she hadn't told Trance the whole truth, her audience were completely ignorant of Taboo's intentions, of her true master, Chaos.

Despite her warnings, sooner or later one of the audience would boast of what had happened here tonight. When they did, word would eventually reach Trance' ears. The Siren and her friends would come looking for answers, and in pursuit of those answers many of tonight's attendees would end up in jail. There would be power struggles to fill the voids left behind. There would be gang wars, blood on the streets, Chaos. It would be a true masterpiece.

"Dose her with the anaesthetic and leave her in my hotel room. I will clean her up myself." Taboo instructed her men before looking back at the text she was putting together for a new invitation card. It read, " Nothing is Taboo. An exclusive invitation for one special guest to join me in an exploration of Duality, of the meaning ,if any, behind the labels of good and evil. Good wine, great food and stimulating...conversation. This invitation does not expire." She would leave the card in Trance' hotel room. Would the heroine respond? Taboo didn't know but she hoped that she hadn't witnessed Trance' last performance. Only time would tell...

( En-Trance wakes to find herself the helpless prisoner of Taboo. What does the cultured villain have in store for the helpless Siren? )

The Invitation card sent by Taboo to gather her audience, sent as a bonus by the great RP himself

Sadly this one has expired, but go grab a commish off the the man himself...maybe Taboo already has her sights on another heroine?

Art by the great Cyclops who forges the Peril Thunderbolts of the Gods...

Taboo is the oc of and is used with permission

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