Swiftly and stealthily crossing the town scape as a flock of paper birds through the sky. The origami ninja, Konan, looked for the hotel she was to meet an informant of the Akatsuki spy network, and retrieve a scroll. A job the other members of the organization would normally take up, but due to all of them out of range of this particular place, and her being the only one remotely close to the area. She was naturally given the task, something she didn't like but wasn't against it either. But after a culmination of mistakes regrading the meet up point with the informant's location and general miscommunication, the normally stoic Kunoichi was rather irritated, to say the least, with whole thing. She hope this time, the informant would actually be at the location.
Looking to the east, she scanned each building thoroughly and closely, after doing so for a couple minutes, the Kunoichi finally found it. The lounging, cafe, and theater, decreeing it's name in large lit-up neon pink letters, "The Vrolyc." An odd name and place to be sure, but the strange places made good meet up spots for such espionage activities. Closing in on the hotel, Konan saw that there was little people in the streets and to make sure, she went to feel for any chakra signals, she felt none except the informant within in the hotel. Good.
As she came upon the alley way next to the lounging, the flock of paper birds that she morph into to travel there undetected, dispelled the forms of the flying animals and all came together in a flurry of paper. In seconds, the mess of floating white squares soon came in a shape of a woman, several more seconds more, the reconfiguration was complete.
Walking out of the dark alley, a woman of dark beauty, wearing a robe with red clouds etched upon it, emerge. Konan stopped briefly to adjust the flower that was in her blue hair before putting on a straw hat, and went into a brisk pace towards the doors of the hotel. Opening and walking in through the brass-edged glass doors in one smooth motion, Konan slowed down to scan the hallway directory with amber eyes, and continued on ahead further down and turned right, seeing the cafe/bar at the end, illuminated with a soft but vibrate pink lighting. Keeping her eyes straight, she ignored the maids dressed in light pink, who gave questionable glances at the blue-haired woman as they passed her. Konan then saw some more woman coming out of the restrooms ahead of her, all wearing scanty show girl outfits. All of them were chattering until they saw her and quickly went to hush tones as they passed her, also giving her looks. She ignored it, and made her way to the cafe bar.
Now standing at the entrance of pink lit bar, Konan look around and saw only two people, the barmaid and another patron sitting a ways away at a table, back towards her, the informant. Making her way towards the informant, Konan took off the straw hat and held it under her arm. As she took a seat next to the informant, Konan saw that it was a woman with her head down cast, and had a clear glass beverage in front of her, untouched. She noticed the woman had that odd pink streak in her purple hair that she saw on the other people she past by. Perhaps she worked here.
"Roots deeper than any tree of size and age, reaching higher and touching the sky while bathing in clouds..." Konan started the password verse, and waited for the other woman to finish it.
The woman, wearing a robe similar to Konan's own with the exception of the red clouds, looked up with oddly dull maroon eyes and smiled.
"Ooooh, the origami angel looks soooo much more stunning in person, the tales absolutely do no just for you." The female informant said in a low, suggestive voice.
Konan blinked before staring icily at the woman. As well as she aware the stories surround her and her status as being the 'angel' of Ame and couldn't care less about them, this woman was risking the secrecy and safety of the Akatsuki, just to compliment Konan's beauty.
She repeated herself again with an edge. "Roots deeper than any tree of size and age, reaching higher and touching the sky while bathing in clouds..."
"You should smile more, that scowling you're doing is unappealing and-oh! Maybe you should also take off that robe, show off that voluptuous body that you're hiding under there, I know you want to reveal those big breasts you hav-"
The Kunoichi cut her off. "Failing to finish the verse allows me to forcibly take the scroll and your life." Konan said in a harsh whisper. What was up with this woman? She'd had to have known the rules and consequences of information relay. Why needlessly risk her life for something so foolish? That reason and also the fact how the woman was describing her so sensually and stating how she secretly wanted to show off her breasts, the damn nerve.
The woman huffed. "Guess they were also right about how much of an ice cold bitch you are." She then yawned, suddenly sounding very tired, and blinked slowly at quietly seething Konan. "If you want that stupid scroll, asked that gorgeous barmaid, I gave it...to....her." She lazily managed to finished before her whole body slumped in the chair.
Konan drop her anger when the woman suddenly fell asleep, What happen? A genjutsu? Ambush? No, Konan wouldn't have missed that. And more importantly, why did the informant give critical intel to a barmaid? How'd did the spy network have such an incompetent fool within their ranks? She then casually looked over to the bar, the maid looked to be writing into something at the counter. Feeling no presence of chakra within the barmaid, Konan got up began to make her way towards her with haste.
No more than in a few seconds, she was at the bar counter, directly in front of the barmaid. Taking in her features, the maid wore a red-violet short latex dress that featured her cleavage, with evening gloves the same color, and to matched the look, her hair was a vibrant shade of pink. While matching the color motif around this hotel, the woman had a different air about her, it wasn't the same as the maids Konan passed by.
The woman, noticing Konan's presence, look up the book she was writing in, revealing oval glasses that unnervingly reflected brightly, obscured her eyes, and beamed.
Konan got to the point. "The scroll. Hand it over."
The barmaid lifted a brow but still was smiling. "Scroll?"
The pink-haired woman's glasses flashed, and she whispered something under her breath before going back into a normal voice and asking. "A scroll... is it... a long cylinder object?" The barmaid made 'O' shapes with her gloved hands together before pulling back apart again, motioning the scroll shape.
Konan resisted the urge to sign. "Yes. The person over there said you have it. Please hand it over. Now." She was getting frustrated with all these seemingly idiotic people. This was suppose to be a simple quick task, meet up with informant, get the scroll containing the information and drop it off at the hidden cache point near the town. Easy, but the people she was dealing with and had other important things to do, Konan realized she didn't have much of a patience for these minuscule things.
The barmaid clicked her tongue. "Oh you don't have to be so forceful Ms. Blue. Perhaps try being polite, saying please will work wonders."
Konan stared at her with a cold, neutral expression before sending a sliver of killing intent to intimidated the woman. She expected a frightful response but the maid only frowned slightly and tilted her head inquisitively. Konan hide her surprise.
"Sooo, are you gonna asked?... Or are you checking me out?" She lifted her arms above her head, pushed out her chest, and posed suggestively, grinning. "Because I have absolutely no problem with that! Especially for a bewitching woman such as yourself." But she stopped posing after observing Konan's mask crack with a slight of frustration. "Or are you trying to scare me into giving you the scroll? Huh? Of course you are, no fun." The scowling maid pulled something from underneath the counter and held it up to Konan, the scroll.
"Here's the scroll you got all antsy about Ms. Blue." She paused. "Ms. Blue. Heh, that name fits you so well eh? Ya know, you need to lighten up! Perha-" She stopped when Konan swipe the scroll out of her hands, putting it inside her robe, and began to walk off. Normally she'd react very differently at this disrespect manner, but this time however... She could only look upon the blue haired Kunoichi with immense amusement.
Konan no longer cared, all she wanted was leave this place as soon as possible. That barmaid's personality chipped away at her patience and this place's obsession with violet was becoming an eyesore. But first she had to check on that inept female informant. Stopping to rub her eyes, careful not to rub out her lavender eye-shadow, and decided to do a quick inspection on the scroll, to be sure it wasn't tampered with by the annoying barmaid. As she went to grasped the scroll, instead of feeling hardness, she felt only a soft, formed... gel?
What? Eyes widening slightly, Konan pulled the soft object and saw that it wasn't the scroll at all... But a penis-shaped gel, a transparent blue dildo.
That shattered the last of her patience, now she had to do this the hard way, torturing wasn't something she liked. But at the moment, the barmaid would be focus of her pent up anger and frustration. Dropping the dildo on the floor with disdain, Konan whipped around and was surprised see the maid now sitting on the marble counter, stocking covered legs with black pumps crossed and her lips in an upward curve. She leaned forward.
"Ooooh, naughty, naughty. What's a sex toy doing in that robe of yours? Does the kunoichi play with herself when no one is around? Oh! That's why your so uptight and anxious, you're eager to have some fun time to with yourself! Tell me, do you insert it in your cherry petal first or that tight as-" A paper kunai whizzed past her head, intentional missing her by millimeters, and hit one of one of the many glasses lined up along the shelves, spreading the red alcoholic liquid on the counter and floor.
"Calm down Konan, just teasing you. Played a bit of hypnosis on you, just to make believe you carried away that dildo you thought was the 'scroll'." She explained. "Learn to take a joke."
Konan stared upon the 'barmaid' with alarm, she fell for hypnosis? How? She would have sensed the attempt right away. But not only that, she knew her name.
The maid saw the Kunoichi's dismay and decided to clarify. "My hypnosis spell is works almost the same yet vastly different way than this genjutsu you shinobi's use. Different method, same outcome." She lifted her arms to shrug and then pointed at the sleeping informant behind Konan. "As for knowing your name, got it off that spy I hypnotized over there." She giggled as the sleeping informant jerked awake. "Let me go!...." The informant croaked weakly before falling asleep again.
"She's no mental fortress but manages to hiccup to reality every once in while before being brought back in line. Oh! The wonderful things that you can do once you enchanted someone! She was all business and proper such as yourself, but was prone to being bossy, picky, and a bit overconfident. So when she was loitering around my business, I got curious and took liberties, had her hypnotized, probed her for information, instilled a very flirtatious personality, and sent her over to that table."
Konan looked back at the sleeping informant at the corner of her eye, so that's explains what happen to the informant. Shinobi brought under by a hypnotist bar tender. Even if the spy was under hypnosis, it didn't completely excuse her from being caught by a civilian. Another question started to form in her mind.
"Why do you care of our activities? If you probed the spy's mind, then you must know who we are, and what will happen when an outsider interferes." Konan said sharply.
The maid chuckled. "Of course I know, I could've easily hypnotized and sent that spy elsewhere. Heh and I was, until I got a very intriguing piece of information. Namely, You."
The kunoichi's eyebrow furrowed. "Me?"
"Oh yes, you. Konan, the origami angel and second in command of the Akatsuki. After I found out about you and who you were, I had to see you for myself. Mental images and sparse amounts of info can only take you so far. Which leads me to this: now I just have to have you as apart of my business... Regardless if you want to or not."
Konan stared in disbelief, no longer holding the visage of neutrality. She stood straighter, forming a paper kunai in her hand, and said. "You're quite the idiot to believe that, maid."
The maid frowned. "Maid?" She voiced before her eyebrows lifted in realization. "Oh that's right! I never introduced myself! How forgetful of me. Well it's proper for your new boss and mistress to do so for the new pink collar sooo..." She leapt off the counter, her dress and stocking actually began to burned and wisp away into smoke. She landed gracefully a few feet from Konan, whom watch this display with cautious interest. Her body was covered in the smoke before it started to dissipate, revealing a new outfit.
Replacing the short dress was a skin-tight and open skin latex attire. Her pumps were now high-heeled boots, hugging her calf's all the way to her shins. Continue on from there was odd skin-tight pants that revealed the skin of her outward thighs, covered in fishnets, inwardly was the tight and shiny latex. The upper part of her outfit had longed but folded sleeves at the wrists, with dark gloves. The biggest focus was the wide arrowhead shaped cleavage window that extended from her neck to her waist, showing off her impressively large breasts. And lastly, along the collar was an arrangement of ghostly feathers, sticking out like some sort of crown.
The woman bow slightly, moving her hands accordingly and proclaimed proudly.
"I am Lady Frolick, owner, magician, witch, and mistress of this lofty casino hotel and everything within it's domain.... Heh heh! That kinda sounded pretentious didn't it?"
Konan observed Frolick, double-checking to feel any signs of chakra. That display of shedding outfits with fire seemed to elaborate for a mere magician to perform; still she felt nothing from the pink-haired woman.
“Nothing to say? I don't blame you, showy stuff like that has an effect of rendering anyone speechless, especially when shinobi can't sense any chakra in my tricks.” She giggled before slowly walking towards Konan. “So, are we going to do this the easy way? Or...” Frolick held out a hand which started to emanate a threatening glow.
“Are we gonna do this the fun way?”
Konan tilted her head to the side before sighing. Suddenly Konan's body burst into an explosion of white paper before forming into a whirlwind, which speedily came towards, Frolick, who was taken aback by the morphing. Refocusing, Frolick moved back and flung a cluster of pea-sized silver spheres at the advancing whirlwind and swiftly flipped over the counter. Before Konan could maneuver past the spheres, they exploded in a flash of white and smoke, temporally halting her advance.
Taking advantage of that moment of surprise, Frolick spun on a heel and raised up her hands at the shelves of bottled alcohol beverages. All at once, they flashed a purple aura.
“There we go...” The magician said quietly to herself with a tiny smile and went to turn back. Only to be violent slammed against the shelves by a wall of harden paper, the kinetic force caused some the of lined up bottles to fall of the marble floor.
Frolick yelped in pain as her back hit the thin edge of the shelf. She didn't get to react before she got covered in a cascade of paper, seconds later, the paper completely cocooned Frolick, forced her limbs against her body, all save for her mouth, which was uncovered. In front of the restrained Frolick, a cluster of paper came together, forming Konan's oddly disembodied paged face, her expression a one of irritation.
“Where the scroll witch? And to let you know beforehand, I can easily crush your body, starting with your legs. So it's in your best interest to answer correctly, with no flippancy.” Konan threaten icily. She debated whether to let this woman live at all, even if she willingly gave up the scroll, she knew too much on Akatsuki.
Frolick lips formed into a thin line. “Y'know this is only stacking up punishment for you Konan, mistress isn't plea-.” She stopped to hiss in pain as Kunoichi started to apply pressure to her legs.
“Tell me where it is before you lose your legs.” Even still, this fool was egging her on.
The cocooned woman gasped as the pressure increased around her calves. But surprisingly, Frolick managed a grin and wheezed out.
Suddenly, all the bottles on the shelves began to vibrate, catching Konan's attention, who look upon the event with alarm. The bar in seconds was filled with a cacophony of humming bottles. Konan's eyes widen as one of the bottles began to crack up, realizing what was about to happen. Before she could react, the entire glass assortment blew up simultaneously, showering alcohol everywhere and dousing Frolick and Konan's paper form.
“GAH!” She exclaimed, her wet disembodied face fell to the flooded floor. Releasing Frolick from the paper cocoon, the Kunoichi quickly went to reassemble herself. Despite the wetness, it all manage to pull and piled in one area, allowing her to fold herself up back again. One hand emerge from the pile, soon the entire blanket of paper darken to the point of blackness, red swirls pop in, until it became a soaked Akatsuki robe. The last of the paper formed into Konan's blue head, in which wet, dripping blue bangs hanged like a curtain over her face.
Her head snapped up, revealing her running eye make up and ire glare. She took out a kunai, stood up and whipped around to face where Frolick was, only to see nobody there. Her head and eyes darted scoped around the bar, nothing from what she could see. Konan slowly walked out the counter area, her body in a stance. Much to her annoyance, her soaked robe cling to her body, hindering her leg room and range. She thought for a few seconds, and began to unbind the thin loop straps of the robe and discarded on one of the chairs, revealing her skin tight clothing.
“Oooh, there it is.” Came Frolick's sultry voice. Konan looked into the direction of where it came from, and saw the witch leaning on the wall in the middle of the long hallway. “Your appearance is even better than I could imagine.”
Konan bit her tongue to starve off the rising anger, she finally decided to fordorn leaving Frolick alive, she pushed her too far. Rather than replying, she responded with quick chakra-powered sprint. Closing the distance, kunai poised, and the other hand in her hidden pouch, ready to thrown shuriken.
Frolick watched as the kunoichi approached her very impressive speed, instead of looking worried however, she had the visage of anxious delight. She clap her hands.
Micro portals sprouted from the floor, walls, and ceiling around Konan. From them, came ethereal purple tethers, shooting around the Kunoichi, catching and entangling her arms, legs, torso, anything within it's grasp.
Amber eyes widening, Konan started to fight against the tethers that held her. While her other hand trapped behind her, she still had her kunai poised. Immediately maneuvering the kunai downward, the entangled woman tried to cut the ethereal tether that wrapped around her wrist. It did little to nothing except expel tiny sparkling dust, if anything, the tethers around her began to tighten and forced her body to spread apart. When that wasn't working, she tried next to disperse into paper fragments. While she could feel her body well up with charka for the dispersion, it simply wouldn't go, she was still drenched, and the tethers might have been interfering with the process.
Konan began to panic, grunting in frustration and desperation as she pull and twist on the web of tethers. She was practically powerless to do anything and she absolutely hated it. Konan, years back, made a quiet, personal promise to herself to never be in this kind of situation again after that life changing incident when she was younger. Yet here she was.
“Doesn't feel good when you're trapped and at the mercy of your captor, huh, Ms. Blue?” Came Frolick's voice as she approached the tangled Kunoichi. The latex clad magician walked up to Konan and stopped directly in front of her, a neutral expression on her face. “Y'know, I had a set plan for you, but all that went out the window when you tried to crush mistress's legs...” Her hand flew up and slap Konan across the mouth. Stunned for a few seconds, Konan whip her head back angrily to verbally retaliate, but while Frolick slap her, she also had a zipper piece in hand. Magical in nature, it lips were fused together, making Konan's cursing becoming an unintelligible yell.
Frolick smiled again, lifting her index finger to fiddle with the zipper. “A bitch is now strung up in the air with sealed lips unless I decide to let the bitch go. Quite helpless now, eh?” She brought her hand away to fold her arms under her breasts, thinking. “Oh, what kind of punishment to put you through...”
Konan's heart stilled and she began to form sweat when the words “punishment” came up. Being no stranger with that subject due to years of witnessing methods employed by shinobi. And while this woman wasn't one, she had an air about her, one of domination, humiliation, and degradation. Konan could easily see Frolick doing some obscure method of torture upon her. Because of that, the Kunoichi pull and tugged on the glowing tethers. Moving her jaw around to somehow dislodge the zipper gag, but no matter how she moved or pulled, the zipper was seemingly bonded with the skin of her lips. Next she tried perform the paper dispersal technique, but still she couldn't even manage to do so. It didn't stop her though, she kept trying.
Frolick stopped pondering to watch Konan attempts to escape, observing Konan's expression with amusement and her struggles. She notice the Kunoichi was trying to escape her bondage through that annoying paper intangible spell again, her skin becoming white and trying to unfold. If she wasn't doused with Frolick's entire wine selection, Konan had a chance of escaping, despite the tethers she was tangled in. If there was some way to negate that damn... Suddenly, it came to her.
“Ah! I know!” Frolick squealed. Closing the distance to the point of near face-to-face contact, Frolick pluck one glowing feathers from her collar and grabbed Konan by the jaw, much her “Mmmhping” protest. She then delicately brushed the feather the tangled woman's nose, releasing dust particles into the nostrils.
Konan smelt the strong, overpowering scent of cherries. She tried to blow her nose; to get whatever was in her system, but then almost instantly, everything became hazy. Her vision blurred and the feeling of her arms and legs went prickly, seconds later, numb. Finally, she lost consciousness and fell limp in the tethers. The last thought on her mind was how this woman got the best of her. Bitter and worried thoughts and all.
Frolick watched Konan's head droop and body slacken, curious but cautiously, she lifted the woman's unconsciousness head, looking for any miniscule muscle movements. Seeing none, she dropped her head, satisfied. But didn't notice the kunai in Konan's hand however.
The magician snapped her fingers, releasing a faint spark in the air, and waited. No less than half a minute, five maids wearing pink and white uniforms with headdresses, emerge from the hallway, hands locked in front of them. One maid in particular had a differently designed headdress and carried herself differently than the others, not to mention her violet eyes were a lot sharper than others pink, dull eyes.
Walking directly in front of Frolick, they stopped and all at once, made a courteous bow, lifting both side of their skirts and a bowing their heads. The maid with the different aura and look than the rest stood straight while others remained bowing, and address Frolick, who was grinning at the display.
“Yes, Lady Frolick?” The head maid said with a refined if raspy soft-spoken tone of voice. “Something you-”
“Need? Indeed!” Frolick joyously cut her off, and stunk a thumb behind her. “Blacked out blue here needs to get the bitch treatment Hakua. She tried to crush my legs.”
The head maid, known as Hakua, tilted her head to the side to get a better look at Konan. She blinked, and clinked her tongue.
“Pissing people off at usual dumb bitch?” Hakua's tone still soft. She leaned back and brush her snow-colored bangs back into place, covering one eye and the other exposed.
Frolick laughed and shift her hips to one side to the other. “Yup! And that's strike two. Two more times and you get the treatment,” She warned.
Hakua smiled, cheeks puffed mischievously. “I know Lady Frolick.” Suddenly she stopped smiling and quickly moved to Frolick's side, and grabbed the damp wrist of the Kunoichi, who'd awoken and poised the kunai at Frolick's neck.
“Gah!” Konan cried in anger and tried to wrestle her hand out of the maid's grip.
Hakua's other free hand fished out two silver needles from behind her headdress and with a fluid move, poke one into the pressure point of Konan's wrist. Causing her hand to still and drop the kunai, much to Konan's horror. Letting go of the useless hand, Hakua smoothly put the next needle into the side of Kunoichi's neck, directly into the pressure point, and without warning, Konan's eyes widened before rolling to the back of her head, unconscious once again.
Hakua sighed and turned back to see Frolick's stunned look. The head maid quickly cleared her throat, brushed her hair back into place, and locked her hands in front of her.
Frolick folded her arms in front of her and chuckled. “I need to make my spells more stronger... And you get more point for the month, Hakua.”
The head maid smiled and nodded. “Got it... And you might wanna make sure your toys are properly sedated, cunt.”
“Annnnd you're back down to two.”
“I know,” Hakua felt a dampness on her hands and looked at the white gloved palm, realizing it was stained with a brownish-red. “Wine?”
Frolick leaned over to look at the strain and exclaimed. “Oh! Yeah, I unleashed the entire stock on Ms. Blue.”
Hakua looked at her with a dead pan expression, obviously not pleased.
“And also, there's a woman I hypnotized seated in one of the tables there. Get the maids to collect her for additional staff and get to work on cleaning up the bar, now.” She waved her fingers and cleared the hall of the ethereal tethers that entangling Konan, vanished in a glowing breeze. Hakua grabbed her before she hit the floor and holster the unconscious Kunoichi onto her shoulder and turned around to face the other maids, all whom where still in bowing positions.
“You heard Lady Frolick, clean up the mess,” She ordered.
All the maids stood up wordlessly and broke into a brisk pace down the hall, the clacking of their pumps echoing.
“Alright,” Hakua said turning to look at Frolick, who was admiring how the maids went about their task. “I've taught them well,” The magician said softly. Hakua lips formed a thin line. “Well, I wouldn't say “taught”, more like hypnotized to follow our orders...”
Frolick shrugged, “Eh, all the same to me. Anyways, let's take Ms. Blue to the dressing room for her wardrobe change, then after that. To my quarters she goes!” Frolick announced gleefully and began to walk out of the hallway with an energetic jump in her steps.
Hakua nodded and began to follow her Lady with the unconscious Konan on her shoulder. She got curious and started to roughly grope the woman's ass, checking her out.
Hmmm, well-muscled and tight. Bitch has a nice ass.
She gave a few hearty slaps on Konan's rump.
The magician slowed and spun on a heel to face Hakua, “Hey, hey! Almost forgot to tell you, blue bitch here is getting her own custom outfit. Not the usual ones”
Her protege stood up a little straighter at that.
Frolick nodded eagerly, “Yeah! See, this is what I want done...” And continued to explain the details to the maid as they made their way to the dressing rooms
Everything was tight, was Konan's first thought as her slowly awoke from her drowsy state. She open her eyes and saw nothing but pitch black, she blinked to see if her vision was just blurred, but after a few times, the blackness wouldn’t go away. She took a breath and smelt a strong rubber. The feeling after that sensation was a weightlessness, to the point Konan thought she was dreaming or something of the like. But that was immediately render null when a something brushed against her nipples, and while she had great control of her body's reactions to outer stimuli through years of training herself to have a visage of stoicism, she couldn't help but loudly moan deeply.
Konan jerked and tried to pull away from the offending object but that got nothing but a metal-clanging noise, a small one however, her hearing was muffled. That's when she notice her legs were spread wide open and her arms behind her, forearms and hands wrapped tightly with something, straps? She tried twisting her head but was met with more restriction, something was around her neck, keeping it in position.
“What the hell?” Konan thought furiously. She tried moving her mouth to say something but even that was blocked, Not that she couldn't open her mouth, no, her mouth was wide open, but something was lodge in it. A ball that tasted like rubber. “A... ball gag,” she deduced by the straps going around her cheeks.
And it dawned on her. She'd been captured.
Pissed and deep down, scared, she tried summoning chakra to disperse into paper slips, but as soon as she did so, her chakra was swiftly purged. Her eyes widened, “What?” Konan tried again and was met with the same result.
The way her chakra was nullified was similar with way chakra-sealing rope acted, but it was meant to pin-pointed and stop any chakra at her wrists. She escape those situtations easily, but this, whatever she was sealed in, nullified the entire body's attempt... She couldn't escape
Konan panicked, “MMMMHPP!!!”
“She's awake Lady Frolick,” Hakua said brushing her finger across Konan's erected nipples. Odd that they could be so pronounced through the latex, but then again, Frolick's magic had a hand in this so she shouldn't be surprised.
Frolick's room was unique from the others in the hotel, mostly because you couldn't access this place through any door, well, normal doors anyway. One way to enter was to was either by going through the windows, an option made dangerous due to the defensive enchantments she set up around them, another was a hidden door in an elevator, and the other, Frolick's preferred way, was phasing through the walls to reach the room. Something only Frolick and Hakua was able to do.
Frolick poked her head out of the bathroom, glasses reflecting brightly and grinned, “Is she?”
Pinch and pulling the latex-covered nipple in between her fingers, Konan's reaction was a loud, muffled yell, along with a fit of struggling. Hakua turned to look at Frolick with a stare that said, “Does that answer your question?”
“Ah! So she is! Alright, give me a second,” The magician went back into the bathroom to finish up. After getting several of her maids to get the Kunoichi stripped the foul-smelling attire and washed down and towel dried, Frolick had Hakua outfit the unconscious woman in a special suit and. Frolick wasn't able to fully appreciate Konan's dress up after she needed to clean up herself as well, while only a few droplets of wine got on Frolick, she absolutely hated the smell and couldn't ignore it, that was enough to warrant shower. In the middle of her ablutions, Hakua announced her and the prisoner's arrival and went about setting up the scene.
Again, wearing her casual red-velvet short dress with black stockings and glossy black pumps, she strode over to Hakua and her catch. As she got directly in front of Konan, Frolick drank in her image.
Suspended an inch off the red carpet floor, the special outfit that Frolick had ordered was white skin-tight rubber suit, with sensual dark blue stripes markings across it's shiny surface. One dot on both breast's, in the center where her nipples would be, four separate line markings on both her legs and 3 markings on her arms, but the most obvious was the thin diamond-shaped blue marking on her belly, moving up and down with Konan's heavy breathing. And as per the her orders, Hakua had high heels be apart of the suit, an odd choice to be sure.
Frolick's favorite part of the suit though, and probably Hakua's too, was the exotic mask that clung to the skin of Konan's face. As pale as the rest of the suit, the visage of the mask was a happy one, a direct contrast to the woman wearing it if Frolick had to make a good guess, it had heavy blue eyeshadow in between the painted-on eyebrows and lashes, with a cute painted-on azure blush upon the cheeks. Hakua also fixed up Konan's hair into it's original style, hair bun and the origami flower in all, completely fitting the mask's image What also came with the mask was a tunnel gag that extend into the mouth and almost in the throat, keeping it forced open. Frolick thought that was enough, but Hakua wanted a ball gag over that too, bit of an overkill but an added feature the magician didn't mind. This bitch did try to crush her legs. And she took enjoyment in the fact that Konan had a small stream of drool escape her latex lips.
Hakua unexpectedly slapped Konan's breasts, causing the Kunoichi squeal and tug on the thick, strong, red budgie cords tied to the studded black belts around her thighs and ankles and connect with D-rings that were bolted to the ceiling and floor. She tried again to pull at her hands that had been enclosed in a tight leather hand bag behind her head, it was a useless effort due to them being secured by the collar around her neck and four more smaller red cords connected to the ceiling.
“HMMMMGH!” Konan yelled incoherent noises as she wrestled and jerked against the cords, lightly bouncing in the budgie's grip. The tips of her heels barely brushing the floor below her as she struggled fiercely within her bondage. She tried closing her legs that were spread wide open into a compromising position, but the way the budgie cords were angled and the general shortness of it, didn't allow it. Frolick made sure of that.
Konan twisted and turned her torso side to side, hoping to somehow slip out of her restraints. As she was doing that, she tried straightening out her legs, straining against the thick red cords. But just as she completely straighten her body, Hakua unexpectedly slapped her crouch, breaking Konan's concentration and snapping her back into place.
“And totally secured, Lady Frolick,” Hakua said as she turned to her boss.
“Oh, of course she is! I ordered she be so,” Frolick walked pasted Hakua and got in front of the bound Konan. She pressed her index finger on the woman's bellybutton, making Konan stop struggling as the as an odd yet intense feeling emanated and spread across her stomach.
Frolick grinned, “Hey honey, enjoying your predicament?” My! The way Konan was suspended in that compremising position, in that lovely rubber suit, and struggling- was an absolute turn on!
Konan turned her head towards the voice of her captor and yelled, “Mphhhg!”
The scanty-clad magician snorted, “Oh? Can't escape? Well yeah, that's the point. The rubber suit I sealed you has been enchanted with seals of dispelling, makes sure you can't use that annoying intangible spell use so loved to use. Aaaaannd addition to that...” Frolick's finger slowly dragged down from Konan's belly, to her shiny latex crotch. Konan jerked and moaned throatly and attempted to close her legs in an effort to strive off the unwanted pleasure from her clit, but the cords again prevented it.
“There's these blue lines on your bitch suit that go along parts of your body, the person I bought it from describe it as hyper-sensitive latex. “Sentex”, I believed is what the merchant called it, ideal for-.” Frolick tweaked Konan's nipple, causing her groan unconformably into her gag, “Pain, and-.” She groped and kneaded her breasts lovingly, producing muffled moaning, “Pleasure.”
“But!” Frolick stopped molesting her breasts and stood back. “Sense you're gonna be punished for trying to break my legs, you'll have settle for pain,” She turn to Hakua and motioned an order.
Hakua's lips quivered before her neutral expression broke into a devious one. She pulled a pen-sized object from her breast pocket, grabbed the tip of it, and pulled out it's extended size. It was a whip. She then began to slowly walk around the suspended Kunoichi, who was twisting her head back and fro, searching for any noise. Now behind Konan, Hakua lined her whip on the woman's backside, which had two large patches of the blue sentex, and poke her cheeks
Konan couldn't hold back the scream that came after the intense sharp pain that sliced into her buttocks. “Fuck! What was that!” She bit into the ball gag in an effort to comprehend the pain. The way the it lit the nerves and caused her muscles to convulse and tighten. It was electrical she had to guess. She could normally withstand that kind of pain easily, but with that sentex enhancing her sensitivity, if that simple burst of electricity could get that kind of reaction out of her... She wasn't able to ponder on it more after her ass was poked again, reigniting the pain.
“Does it hurt?” Hakua asked in a soft but smug inquisitive tone. Frolick couldn't help but giggle at that.
“Prim, proper, and spiteful. Eh, Hakua?”
Hakua responded by turning to look at Frolick, sticking her tongue out with a light blush and an embarrassed expression.
“Of course, Lady Frolick.”
Hakua made another jab at Konan and got the sound of clanking metal and a muffled cry. “HMMGH!”
Frolick shook her head, chuckling. As Hakua went about poking her stun whip and reached up to her shoulders, whirled her finger, and a ghostly feather “pop” out of existence. She grabbed it in between her thumb and index finger and tap the air with it and behind her, at the table, a fancy chair with gracious cushioning shook noticeably before sliding across the marble floor towards Frolick. She made the motion to sit, flapped her skirt hemline up, and sat as the chair just met her. Frolick suppressed a shiver as her bare bottom sat upon the cool leather seat, and crossed her legs.
“OK!” Frolick pushed her glasses up before resuming. “I'll take over, Hakua. Go and make sure the bar downstairs is getting clean well. We got to be serviceable by morning, y'know!”
Hakua looked back at Frolick, pouting, “Aw, I was getting into shocking this ninja bitch.” She poke the Kunoichi again and got the another scream.
“Too bad, go and do your job!”
“You'll get cart service,” Frolick threaten.
That silence Hakua, no way she was getting assigned cart service... locked up tight, in a compromising, being pushed down a hall.... Ugh. She pushed the whip back into a pen, putting it back in her breast pocket, patting her glove hands on her uniform, and bowed.
“Forgive me, Lady Frolick. I'll do as you say.”
Frolick tilt her head to the side, smiling. “Good girl! Now run along.”
The maid nodded, her neutral mask back on. She started to walk to the nearby wall, said something under her breath. Suddenly her whole body was covered up in a purple hue, she then pressed her fingers into the wall, and it sucked in. Seconds later, she phased through it.
Frolick watch her go then focused her attention back at Konan, who was breathing hard through the nostril tubes of the mask, trying to still her bustling mind and pained nerves.
“Well, Ms. Blue. Just you and me now! Oh, we're gonna have so much fun! OK, first let's take out the toys,” Frolick sang in a sing-song voice, waving the magic feather in the air. Above Frolick, a cloud of pink-tinted magic materialize, and in series of pops, Frolick's toys of play came.
“Next, to open one of the those eyelids,” She whipped up the feather in a quick motion, and one of the eyelids on Konan's china-doll mask opened, revealing her amber eye.
Konan wanted to quickly shut her now open eye from the sudden intake of light, but for some reason, she just couldn't, as if the mask's eyelid was grafted to her skin, forcing it to stay open unless Frolick commanded it. She wouldn't be surprise if that was the case, Frolick's image and aura exude control. Eye watering, her vision adapted nonetheless to the violaceous lighting of Frolick's room. Her single amber met the visual of the grinning magician, the chair she sat in, and the decorative chambers behind her, filled with miscellaneous and bizarre novelties and trinkets. What got the strung up captive's attention was the six devices floating above Frolick, two glass tendrils, two broad leather paddles, the last pair of devices mystified her, shuriken shaped wheel with more teeth on a handle. It was that particular tool that got Konan more worried than the other two, not to say she wasn't worried about them either.
“Now third, which tool do you want me to use, Ms. Blue? One blink for the paddles, two blinks for the violet wands, three blinks for the neurowheels, and last but not least! No blinks to use all the my tools at once!” Frolick said fervently.
Konan looked at each pair then back Frolick, she didn't want none of those options, it was basically picking a poison to stab in your stomach. Pondering each option carefully and after a few seconds, she blink her eye once... wait... she tried blink again, but... she couldn't. The mask didn't allow her! She expect Frolick to give back control, so she could choose the paddles and not get all the... Then Konan realized, Frolick wasn't given her a choice, just the illusion of one. That smiling bitch wanted to use all of her toys.
“Well come now! Which one you want me to use? Or... do actually want me to use all my tools?” She smirk.
“Capppnhgt Blggghhk!” She tried yelling into the gag. Konan's single eye wide, shaking, trying to desperately to blink. It was beginning to water.
“Yelling gibberish isn't how I said to chose.”
“CAMMMHT BRMMMCK!!!” She screamed, producing more drool in the process. Konan jerked and bounced in her elastic bonds, trying to get the message across, but deep down, she knew Frolick was intentional ignoring it. Fuck, to say she felt pathetic begging like this was a gross understatement. A Akatsuki member and incredibly skilled shinobi, put into a latex prison, suspended, drooling all over herself if she had to imagine.
Frolick shrugged nonchalantly before she devilish smirked. “Since you haven't blinked, I'll take that you want the full experience! Such a tough girl.” Her speech at the end was partially drowned out by Konan's angry muffling and the sound of squeaking latex.
She lifted her hands and pointed them to Konan, the floating devices followed suit, positioning themselves around the Kunoichi. The violet wands poised at her nipples, the paddles at each cheek, and the neurowheels in her inner thighs, all of them lined up to the blue markings of the latex suit. Konan's eye was darting around, shaking, her nostrils flaring, and small noises coming from the gag. She continued to thrash in her bonds and made another effort to disperse in paper notes, and was met with same result.
“Struggle intensely for me, kay? Its much more engaging.”
And tapped the air with her feather, making the sex toys go into motion.
“Hurry up! Clean my floors, wenches!” Hakua shouted at the maids cleaning up the bar, stun whip in hand. “I wanna see my face when I look at it!”
“B-But ma'am, this is c-carpet!” One of the maids protested. It was the Akatsuki informant, recently hypnotized and re-dress in her new pink uniform.
“NO EXCUSES! How dare you argue with me!” Hakua snapped the whip at her direction. Seems this new maid needed a more conditioning and training to stomp out any disrespect. Something Hakua would relish in. The maid immediately went silent and went back to her task.
Standing at the mouth of the bar, Hakua surveyed the damages Konan and Frolick created in their little battle. While it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, the flood of alcoholic liquids strained the elegant carpet and made the most disgusting smell... much stain remover, scented soaps, and effort was needed to clean this mess. Why the hell did and when Frolick enchanted the entire sake and wine selection?!
Weird, spectacle-wearing, smiling, paranoid cunt.
Hakua sighed in annoyance and brush her bangs out of her eyes.
The pink-clad maids went into a brisk pace, almost tripping over their own feet in the process. Hakua watched them go about their task with critical eye, overlooking how fast and effective they were cleaning. After a minute, Hakua deduced that they wouldn't get the job done by morning with five maids.
Not enough slaves to clean this shit.
Putting the whip back in her pocket, she turned around and went do the hall to gather more hands. Hakua began to wondered what Frolick was doing to latex imprisoned Akatsuki member, intense stimulation, elaborate hypnotic-induced fantasy, or just letting her hang there for a while? Briefly lost in thought, she turn the corner and face smack dab into something incredibly soft yet firm and got knock back slightly.
“What? Who...?!” She started hotly, but stopped as she look at the person before her, blinked, and lightly blushed. It was a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, she wore dressed in a green haori and a tight, grey blouse, which was button down to reveal her impressively large bosom. Hakua found that she couldn't help but stare at them, marveling in the fact that she bumped face first into the blonde's breasts.
Hm, she's sexy. And those tits of hers, so big...
The woman cleared her throat, getting Hakua's attention. She looked up at the woman's clearly annoyed and pissed expression, she took note of those full, glossy lips of hers and the odd, diamond-shaped mark on her forehead.
“Excuse me,” She said steely. “Can you watch were you're going?”
Hakua took one last look of those lips before focusing on the blonde's brown eyes and said softly. “Sorry ma'am, lost in thought,” Hakua shook off the stunned reaction and her maid training kicked in. “You need help?” She quickly moved her hair out of her eyes and stood straight.
The blonde look at her for a few moments with the same annoyed expression, obviously wanting to say more but must of thought against it when she sighed. “Yeah, yeah, me and my assistant have been traveling non-stop since yesterday and we really need a room,” She put one hand on her hip and continued. “But I can't find the damn front desk to book one.”
Hakua resisted the strong impulse to snort, the front desk was right next to the doors leading outside, how could this idiot have missed it? There's directory’s hanging from the ceiling to help!
Tch, dumb blondes.
The maid brushed away those thoughts and nodded, walking past the woman, going the way the she came from. The maid motioned her to follow. “It's this way, ma'am.”
The woman sighed pleasingly before following the maid. “Ah, finally! I can get some damn sleep!”
As they made their way down the hall, Hakua turned her head to the side to say, “If I may ask, what's your name?”
The blonde gave the maid a questioning look before shrugging.