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Ladies of Townsville	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 6125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Things were rough, physically speaking, for the first few minutes, which was what Blossom had hoped for. Curious eyes from the surrounding cells found intrigue in the commotion and, gripping upon their bars, watched with fascination and projected excited, pumped cheers, as Fatale launched her fist into the kid's jaw, chest and back. She could finally release some pent up rage on the 'object' of her intensified rage. Being an 'almost' indestructable kid, Fatale knowing full well of this due to prison chatter, she was taken and swung against the cell walls, against the bars and finally pummelled in the stomach by the fierce blonde's boots.
The prison roared with praise and Fatale laughed with delight, upholding her arms, then bowing, taking the cheers and claps as if she'd just given the most miraculous performance. Which she had. Inmates would literally KILL just to get back at the puff's whose function was to halt their destructive and chaotic workings. Trembling, shaking, the Powerpuff pushed herself up from the floor, leaning to allow trickles of blood to pour from her mouth.
It was a wonder and the egocentric woman scratched her head, wondering why the bookworm was allowing her to do this. Watching her struggle to stand back up, it was like watching 'The Passion of the Christ', where Jesus was held at the block and flogged by the romans. She wasn't finished. Howls of disapproval blasted like a harsh wind from a storm and boos bellowed, strong enough to nearly knock the puff back onto her cute butt again.
"Alright, Powerpuff..." the villainess began, her voice now rather slick, nearly seductive. "What's your game? Why are you here?"
Blossom grunted, still gathering herself from the beating. A black eye was forming, her elbows clicked and bruises speckled her like a dalmation. It was like she had gone to her own personal hell and was being confronted by everyone she'd gone out of her way to clean off the streets, strictly female speaking. The prison held seperate destinations for each sex. All around her, she saw the sinister stares of those who with no doubt wanted her dead.
"I came here to see you" she stated, laughter and cackles eating at her confidence.
"Heh, that's adorable. You come and see me nearly everyday outside that window. Why should today be any different?" Fatale verbally provoked, flicking back her golden hair.
"Because..."
Rolling her eyes, the blonde crouched down, smirking "Oh, the anticipation. What could it possibly be?"
"I want to be your punching bag"
"SHE WANTS- Wait. What?" began the woman in a triumphant call, before being dumbfounded by the declaration and turning back to the kid, on the verge of being tenderised like a steak.
"I'd be lying if I said I fully agreed with you, but I thought about the things you said and you're right. There are guys out there who are tied down to their traditions and it's the only way they see a fitting life. It's not right, but it's a fact. There are people who would rather stay in the dark, who aren't wanting to change. And you know what? Maybe those people need to be dragged out into the daylight and made to shrivel up like the cowards that they are"
The backchat was unbelievable, but Fatale felt a twinge of happiness, hearing that Blossom maybe did understand her after all. Of course she saw through the bullshit she fed her beforehand, but she came to her senses and the blonde admitted some of what she said was fabricated just so she could go free and have her 'facts' fester on the girl's brain like a controlling parasite.
Blossom was dumbfounded, as she was swept up and held up high in the woman's cell.
"Sisters" she declared "we have a new recruit!"
The cheers came back, only this time with delight. The bars rattled on some cells, like drum rolls.
"Aaand" she said, bringing back silence "as each sister here will know, there is an initiation rite to undergo"
Wolfwhistles shot from every direction, confusing the beaten babe. Brought back down, the leader rested on the floor.
"Seriously though" whispered Fatale, her back turned to the inmates "Why are you here?"
"Like I said" informed the redhead "I want to be your punching bag"
The villainess cocked her head with a little frown "Meaning...?"
"That stuff I brought. It's for you... to use on me, mistress"
The returning use of that title, mistress, sent pleasent shivers down her spine and she blushed. "But, why?"
"Because I doubted you, when you were right" sighed Blossom, tugging nervously at her silky collar "and I want to make it up to you, mistress"
There was an eager chant in motion throughout the jail, thumping of shoes, clapping of hands and tapping on bars. The two were spotlighted by the full moon that sitted high in the sky.
"B-but... this is crazy. You're just a kid... you..." stuttered the woman, bewildered at the situation.
"I'm a fellow sister... or at least I WILL be. I know what you have to do for this initiation, hence why I brought the bag"
Someone must have been released to the outside recently and word got around. Was she starting some cult or something? She didn't even know if that was what she wanted. Aside from that, this whole thing was absurd. Blossom was a girl. Did she have a clue what she was in for?
"Did you think I brought the strap-on and toys for something else? What are you hesitating for? Do I need to rile you up? Call you a bitch?" snipped the girl, putting herself willfully at the woman's mercy. Then she leaned forward on the bars and wiggled her behind teasingly for the older woman, who's face went beet red "Or... do you need me to do you some servicing first?"
END OF PART TWO
- 5
- 6
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