More Sleepy Adventures - Part 25
Sara
Wrapped Up)
Natasha paced the small chamber, her brilliant mind racing, trying to
concoct some sort of plan. She knew that it was only a matter of time
before she would no longer be useful to the villain, and she did not
relish the thought of what might happen then. So far, she had not been
able to find any obvious "weak link", but there was certainly a
degree of friction between The Anaesthetist and his minions. Maybe this
was something she could exploit.
Without warning, the cell-door opened with a sharp hiss. The pretty
scientist whirled around, unconsciously covering herself as best she
was able. She found herself looking into the eyes of her captor, and
blanched when saw how her stared appraisingly at her.
"Good news", he began apparently not noticing her discomfort,
"your formula works perfectly."
Natasha tensed, this was what she had feared, now that she had done
what he wanted, her use to him was at an end. In moment she had
considered numerous options, but none seemed likely to achieve
anything. She knew that physically she was hopelessly outclassed, all
she could hope was that she would be able to use her mental superiority
instead.
"Now, about our deal", he continued easily, "I think that it is
time for use to re-negotiate".
The young woman nodded, this is what she had been expecting. "So, you
aren't going to let me go free, as you promised?"
The villain appeared to consider this before answering. "Well now,
you have completed your part of the bargain Natasha. But I can't help
but think that a woman with your talents would be very useful to me.
So, here is what I propose. I will honour our bargain if, when you
reach the exit at the end of this corridor, you still wish to
leave...."
Natasha tried to understand what the villain intended. It couldn't be
as simple as he was suggesting. Obviously he planned to use some trick
or trap to thwart her attempts to leave. However, despite that, this
was almost certainly her best chance to get away, and her own planning
had not come up with anything useful so far.
"Okay", she said, trying to sound confident despite her concerns,
"if I still want to leave when I reach the exit, then you'll let me
go free. No other conditions?"
"None whatsoever pretty Tasha", the villain laughed, stepping to
one side and ushering her out of the cell.
...
Meanwhile, the vibrations had stopped again, allowing Ampere a brief
respite. She reached out shakily with her powers, and found the cloud
of tiny energy signatures again. For a moment she marvelled at their
complexity but, realising that she had little time, she rapidly began
to explore exactly what these things were.
Nanites? She didn't even know that such things were possible, let
alone that someone had built them. Her first thought had been to drain
their energy, using it to try to defeat the vibrator's shielding, but
now that she understood what they were, she formed a new plan.
It would take several pauses between the cycles of pleasure, but the
young heroine knew that she had found a way to escape her imprisonment.
All she needed now, was the time to complete it. Almost immediately,
the patch began its evil work once more, and the heroine felt herself
slipping back into semi-consciousness.
...
Natasha began to walk carefully down the corridor. She looked back and
gritted her teeth in irritation when the villain waved cheerily at her.
The scientist managed to repress her urge to sprint towards the exit.
She knew that something in the corridor would try to stop her escape,
and she didn't wish to run blindly into whatever it was.
Behind her, The Anaesthetist carefully inserted tiny plugs into each
ear. Then, using his remote, he activated the security system. Behind
his mask, the villain smiled, anticipating what was about to happen.
By now, she was a little under half-way to the exit. Her anxiety was
building, she knew that something was about to happen and this waiting
was just making things worse. She didn't notice the soft buzzing
which had gradually started to sound from hidden speakers. Even if she
had, there was little the young woman would have been able to do about
it.
Suddenly, just as she took another step towards the exit, there was an
ominous "click". She had a split second to decide what to do, and
reacted almost before she had time to consider, relying on instinct.
Natasha jumped backward, trying to avoid whatever trap she had
activated. Unfortunately for Natasha, her captor's recent experience
showed that heroines nearly always jumped backwards under these
circumstances, and he had planned this trap accordingly.
As the doctor jumped, a metal plate shot up vertically, directly behind
her. She impacted, backside first into it and this triggered a series
of tiny needles which jabbed cruelly into her unprotected buttocks.
Natasha yelled, mostly in humiliation, at this unexpected assault. Then
she felt a warm tingling sensation and knew that she had been drugged.
The toxin worked quickly, and her legs began to buckle slightly as she
stepped away. Still reeling, she did not notice the two poles which
sprung up ahead of her, one on either side of the corridor. The poison
continued to spread, and it was all she could do, to stumble towards
the exit.
The villain watched as Natasha blundered into the thin film which was
stretched taut across the passage. It was transparent, and even in
perfect conditions, almost impossible to see. In her drugged-state, the
young woman really had no chance.
As soon as she touched the film, the metal poles whirled dizzyingly
about her. In seconds she had been wrapped from neck to ankle, her arms
pulled tightly against her body. Moments later, the poles began to blow
out hot air, effectively "shrink-wrapping" the weakly struggling
woman.
The Anaesthetist sauntered over to where Natasha had been trapped. He
could see her struggles slowly weakening as the toxin took hold. By the
time he had reached her, she stood still, meekly accepting her
imprisonment. She only remained standing because the poles still held
her upright.
"Oh dear", he whispered, "how do you like the chemical you brewed
up?"
Natasha continued to stare straight ahead, her features unusually calm
and placid. Her eyes blank and glassy. "It's nice", she said
after a pause.
The villain smiled, unable to hear what she had said, but reassured by
her demeanour. Very gently he began to massage her body through the
plastic film. As he did so, he spoke softly, his voice calm and
assured.
"Natasha, you are now wrapped tight in my slave-film", he began,
"its sole purpose is to take strong-willing, independent women, like
yourself, and turn them in to helpless, weak, obedient good girls"
Thanks to The Confectioner's chemical, these lies slip easily past
the doctor's analytical mind and into her subconscious. The idea of a
slave-film sunk into her brain, becoming real and believable despite
all she knew. The Anaesthetist continued, building on the theme and
taking full advantage of his prisoner's suggestible state.
"I will leave you now, and allow the film to complete your
programming", he said as typed commands into his remote, "I expect
that you are beginning to feel some of its effects already".
Natasha could feel herself becoming more aroused, but she couldn't
tell if it was the drugs, the villain's massaging hands or this
insidious slave-film. Her thoughts seemed to float, just beyond her
reach, vanishing when she tried to grasp then. It was so much easier to
just stop worrying, to relax and surrender, wasn't it?
"So nice and sexy to be reprogrammed isn't it Tasha?" asked the
villain as he saw her pupils dilate, "Such a wonderful experience to
be made my slave. You know that you are don't you Tasha? See, you
already wear my collar, what else could you be but my slave?"
"Yessss", breathed the doctor, finding it so much easier to let
someone else think for her for a while at least.
"Good girl!", laughed The Anaesthetist, "I shall leave you now,
and let the conversion continue. I'm sure when I see you again,
you'll feel like a completely different person. Why, you probably
won't want to leave my lair at all by then."
With that, the villain walked happily away, leaving Natasha to
helplessly absorb the subliminal commands, disguised in the constant
background buzz and hum. "No", he thought to himself, "she
wouldn't want to leave at all once he was finished with her".
...
But, at that same time, while Natasha was fighting a losing battle with
The Anaesthetist's technology, Ampere was once more having a short
reprieve from the otherwise relentless buzzing. The heroine tried to
clear her mind, fighting the exhaustion and whatever concoction was
dribbling out of her gag. She needed to focus now, this would be far
harder than merely perceiving her surroundings.
Extremely carefully, she pushed her consciousness towards one of the
minute energy sources. There were defences, but with her powers, they
may as well have not been there. In a moment she had interfaced with
the nanite, discovering a network of connections. Fighting the almost
overwhelming desire to close her eyes and sleep, Ampere began to make
some changes, subverting the tiny machines, and adapting their
programming to her own ends.
She felt the patch start its next cycle and silently cursed it.
Inadvertently, she bit down on the rubber ball, sending more of the
liquid down her throat, almost making her choke. But, in the few brief
seconds before she succumbed once more to drugs and pleasure, the
plucky superheroine had managed to communicate her finally command, now
it would be up to the machines, because until the vibrator paused
again, Ampere was lost.
...