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Ladies of Townsville	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 6127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fatale was no one's. She was a lone wolf and proud of that status. A matter of favouritism occured within the first few weeks of her imprisonment amongst the inmates and staff who eavesdropped, due to her ideology and was provided her own cell. Like many villains, she'd be released shortly from her sentance anyway, an obvious flaw in Townsville's system. It seemed as if any criminal, no matter how evil, was given a slap on the wrist and let back out on the streets in a matter of months. Whether her case of being released early was a matter of judicial leniancy, how ironic, or not, she didn't care for. She even remembered vividly the confrontational speech she was faced with before her sentance and was then flat on the floor from a savage beating.
She was released once and found herself working temporarily at a Donut shop, but the banter from the cops grated on her and she flipped out, quickly slipping back into her bitter prejudices and held the men at gun point. When she looted the coins in the register and leapt from the window, the smug little brat was there waiting and knocked her out.
She never forgot Blossom. The bold leader who she swore she could convince onto her side and nearly had with the rest of her sisters. She knew that Fatale wasn't a feminist. More of a feminazi. She was probably just as blatently sexist as some of the men in Townsville, although one would say their impression was more out of naivety and being a product of the time. But, time was rapidly changing, and some of the same men viewed the girl's as great heroes. They were regarded as anything but second class citizens.
However, Fatale was sure she was right. She was certain. On curious occassions, she found the puff coming to her cell window. At first, she lashed out, even attempted to reach through the bars and swipe at her, like some caged, feral animal. Then she realised that the girl had come to listen. Little was said from Blossom. She'd come on odd occassions, as if to check up and see how she was being 're-habilitated'. When it proved she was stubborn as ever and finished with her harsh speeches, Blossom left, again, without a thing to say.
It left the villainess rather perplexed.
One night, very late, a tinkering was heard and the blonde rose her head from her useless lump of a pillow and looked to see the redhead knocking on the iron bars from outside.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes.
Not a word.
"I don't even get this: the silent treatment. Am I just an open diary to you or something? Do you enjoy seeing me suffer in this hell hole you've dumped me in?" she griped, shuffling closer.
Blossom wore the same expression of scorn as always when she visited her. This time, however, she'd brought something. A small bag.
Raising a brow, the villainess nodded slowly "Watcha got there, kid? You bring me something?"
Like some slim cat, the puff eased her way through the prison bars and into the room. Fatale blinked, rubbing her eyes intensely, not believing she just saw that.
"You're really starting to drive me up the wall. Squeezing past the bars like that. Are you really trying to break my nerves, you little brat!?"
It was then the bookworm tossed over the limp, brown bag. The blonde fished inside then cringed, feeling what the object was. Stiff and long, with a bulbous end. She took it out, confirming she wasn't nuts.
"How the heck did you even get this, twerp? Are you-?"
The puff shot over and shook the bag, some more items falling down onto the floor. Murmurings from other inmates arose along with silent whispers. The moonlight highlighted the equipment brought: handcuffs, a ballgag and a paddle. What the hell was this? What was going on? Stuttering, unable to form any proper sentances, her eyes then lifted back to the puff who placed on her face the same mask as Fatale wore during her illegal activities.
The woman's stomach did backflips, watching the young girl strip herself down for her, wriggling her little frame as her dress and panties pooled on the ground and tossed to the side in abandon. To finish it off, Blossom released her hair, pulling away the ribbon and shaking her locks to and fro, causing strands and curls to fall past her shoulder and some to fall in her eyes. Instead, the girl took the same ribbon and tied the bow around her neck, like some cutesy collar for a dog in a show.
Stupified, and somewhat mortified, the villainess watched the Powerpuff Girl drop to her knees and look up to her. She jumped a little with surprise when the girl finally took it upon herself to address her.
"Fatale... mistress, tonight I want you to make me your bitch"
END OF PART ONE
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