THE SCARLET WITCH VERSUS THE HAIRDRESSER
PART 2
THE HAIRDRESSER STRIKES
BACK
By
Yenoc and Scarlet
Warning: This story is to be read by adults only. The story
contains: (Violence, NC, MF,
rape). If this any of this subject
matter is not to your taste then you are advised to read no
further.
Chapter
1. Recap and Introduction
In her first encounter with the infamous follicle felon, the Hairdresser,
the mutant heroine known as the Scarlet Witch, and commonly simply referred
to as Scarlet though Wanda was her Christian name, had been lured into his
diabolical styling salon under the premise of a beauty make over and hair
coiffure. However, instead of
a relaxing hair appointment to enhance her already natural beauty and provide
a boost to her self-esteem, the Scarlet Witch had only encountered peril
and doom at the hands of the knave stylist.
The Hairdresser, a man somehow time-shifted from the 1970s to the
present, was well practiced in his craft and a master of tress
manipulation. He carried a vast
array of glamour products and sinister inventions, all of which he used for
insidious purposes. Once the
lawbreaker had Wanda Maximoff in his chair, her quiet day at the salon soon
turned into a nightmare trip through
Hell. The lout revealed his
true plans to the captured heroine, explaining to her that she had once again
been ensnared in a trap that had dropped her into the clutches of yet another
lecherous villain.
The Scarlet Witch had managed to liberate herself from confines of
the styling chair, and a raging battle had ensued between the heroine and
her foe. At first the Hairdresser
seemed to be no match for her marvelous hex power, and Wanda released hex
after hex upon this dreg of humanity.
However, the tide quickly turned against the Avenger as her opponent
turned out to be more deadly and powerful than he initially
appeared. Using various devices
and hair care products at his disposal, the Hairdresser launched his own
attack on the heroine and soon wore down her defenses.
The Scarlet Witch's predicament
grew worse when her mutant hex abilities once again fizzled out and left
her vulnerable. The battle was
lost for the heroine when her enemy released a pack of his genetically created
abominations, the Wiglets, at her.
The young mutant fell to the Hairdresser's attack and was once more
in dire peril. The sadistic
criminal mastermind then proceeded to sexually assault and abuse the Scarlet
Witch. She suffered great pain
and humiliation as the man viciously raped her and forced her own body into
betrayal...coming to desire and want his touch as he used artificial means
to induce the need for sexual arousal and gratification within her heated
loins.
Once the Hairdresser had
ravished his young victim, he had tossed Scarlet aside like a forgotten newspaper
and thought she was done.
Unfortunately for him, the Scarlet Witch was anything but
finished. Calling on her mutant
heritage and limited magical knowledge, Wanda was able to start recovering
not long after the rape ended by casting heal spells to mend her battered
body. However, the scars left
on her mentally would take far longer to cope with and
heal. The rage swelled up within
her breast until she could contain it no
longer. In an amazing display
of power, Scarlet Witch released her fury upon the Hairdresser and turned
the villain into a statue of solid stone.
Unfortunately for the Scarlet
Witch, that was not the last of the evil
stylist. The Hairdresser was down, but he was far from being out
of the picture for good. He
was destined to return and plague the heroine again.
Chapter
2. A Familiar Face
The Scarlet Witch had just
left the annual Mayoral Ball; she was tired from dancing with men she didn't
know, but who wanted to get to know her all too
quickly. Wanda walked briskly down the street, not even noticing
that, for some reason, all of the streetlights were out for the next few
blocks. A cool breeze swept
along the sidewalk on this cold and desolate night.
The Hairdresser watched Scarlet
closely from the shadows. He
had stalked her for days, waiting patiently to find her alone...he was out
for revenge, and he would have it.
He could see the Scarlet Witch was deep in thought, planning out
tomorrow's busy schedule as she paused briefly at a street
corner. The Hairdresser left
his alley hiding place and quietly approached Wanda.
The evil stylist was clad
in a dark brown polyester leisure suit consisting of a jacket with wide lapels
and a yellow silk ascot draped around his
neck. He wore bell bottomed
trousers and black leather, high-platform
shoes. The villain had a white
frilly lace shirt on beneath the jacket and a white belt around his
waist. His pencil-thin mustache
and slicked-down hair gave him the resemblance of a
weasel.
"Hello there, Scarlet Witch!"
the stylist spoke suddenly with contempt in his
voice. The Scarlet Witch wheeled
instantly to face the voice that sounded somewhat
familiar. The Hairdresser stepped
confidently out of the shadows and entered the
light. "It's so nice to see
you again," he continued, the sarcasm in his voice
evident.
The Scarlet Witch frowned
as she saw a fresher, younger version of the Hairdresser than she remembered
from before standing calmly before her.
"I thought I heard your stone body was destroyed before you revived,"
she said quietly to her nemesis.
The Hairdresser glared at
Wanda with obvious hatred, "My original body was destroyed by your psychotic
boyfriend, Magnnus; the son of a bitch took a sledge hammer to
it! My spirit left my body when
you turned me into stone, and, when my physical form was destroyed, I was
stuck floating on some astral plain in a phantom
state! One day I projected myself
into a seance that a was conducted by a Medium con artist who was trying
to bilk and old couple out of their life savings by conjuring up their deceased
son. It was rather amusing to
watch all three of them crap their pants when I manifested in front of
them. Through the Medium I was
able to set the gears in motion to be human once more."
" The Medium contacted the
Clone Masterhe owed me a favor, so he cloned a new body for
me. And thanks to a former student
of Dr. Strange, who recently went out on his own, I was able to convey my
spirit into this new body. You
hurt me, you bitch, and put me into a living
Hell! I am going to take care
of you and then deal with Magnnus!" the villain concluded
nefariously.
"Hmmm, I don't know how the
law deals with cloning; technically you are a new life form, and so have
committed no crimes. Move on
and I will not arrest you," the buxom, blue-eyed heroine dismissed him abruptly
with a wave of her hand, and then continued more threateningly, "Just move
along."
The Hairdresser raved on,
"You don't get off the easily lady.
You destroyed my body damn you!
I'm going to enjoy hurting you!"
The Scarlet Witch glared
intensely at the out-dated villain and spat angrily, "You may be the one
that is hurt! I can cause far
worse things to happen, without meaning to, than turning you to
stone." A hundred small
flashes of light suddenly surrounded the Avengers bodacious form, and
the blue and white formal gown she had been wearing was suddenly replaced
by her usual costume consisting of calve-high boots, low-cut leotard, long
gloves, M-shaped tiara, and full cloak, all crimson in color, worn over a
neck-to-toe, rose-colored body stocking.
She wore a small, circular disk centered on her tiara above her forehead,
and an oval broach on her cloaks neck piece just below her comely chin;
both pieces of adamantium jewelry wire silver in color and centered
with deep red rubies. In her
right hand she carried a long, adamantium, silver-colored, ruby-crowned scepter,
which she raised threateningly.
The Hairdresser stepped back
quickly into the shadows and
disappeared. "You have no idea
what I will do to you girl!" the stylists voice whispered as if from
nowhere.
"Hmmm...maybe he took my
advice," the crimson-clad Avenger said hopefully to
herself. The Scarlet Witch turned
to continue on her way, glancing back occasionally as she
moved.
Chapter
3. Street Fight
The Scarlet Witch picked
up the pace to a brisk walk, intent on putting distance between herself and
the evil stylist. However, back
in the dark alley, the Hairdresser silently picked up a trash can and abruptly
hurled it at Scarlet as she walked away.
The villain was seething inside like cauldron of boiling water.
Wanda was knocked brutally
forward as the trash can hit her hard in the back and sent her crashing to
the ground. The Avenger cried
stridently out in pain, and then rolled nimbly onto her
side. Quickly leaping to her feet with her silver-colored adamantium
scepter clutched tightly in hand, the heroine pointed the tennis-ball-sized
ruby tip at the villain's location and energized the rod with her mutant
hex power.
Meanwhile, the Hairdresser
quickly rushed the Scarlet Witch as she swung her weapon toward
him. He swiftly brought up his
right arm and drove his fist hard into Wandas firm stomach, just as
a powerful stream of flame discharged from the business end of the
scepter. The
aerial flame bolt was not released fast enough, and shot
harmlessly past the villains right shoulder as he attacked.
Scarlet suddenly found herself
doubling over as the Hairdressers wicked punch drove cruelly into her
abdomen. "Uummph," the young
mutant wheezed as the air was expelled abruptly from her
lungs. Then the young heroine
started again toward her foe, raising her scepter to use it as a fighting
staff. Holding the metal rod
like a short staff, hands shoulder-width apart, the Scarlet Witch suddenly
struck her outdated opponent first in the lower right ribs, then in the lower
left ribs, followed by a quick blow to the head.
"Leave me alone!" the cloaked
mutant yelled angrily. Holding
the end of her scepter firmly with two hands, Wanda then swept swiftly at
the Hairdresser's legs.
The Hairdresser dropped hard
to the street, and, as his beautiful would-be victim continued to beat him
with the staff, his hands were clasped to his sides as his ribs exploded
in stabbing pain. It felt as
though his sides were going to collapse internally, and he was sure several
ribs were either broken or badly
cracked. Stars blazed before
his eyes, and he could feel a lump starting to form on the back of his
head. He was certain the furiously
attacking Avenger had given him a mild concussion.
Gritting his teeth and fighting
back the pain and the urge to pass out, the villain rolled clumsily to the
side and staggered behind a bench.
He reached suddenly up, clutching his head; he felt warm blood on
his hand. With trembling fingers,
the hurt man reached abruptly into the right front pocket of his trousers
and removed a blue, plastic, holey curler from
within. His right arm quickly
flopped down toward the sidewalk, and the curler was swiftly released from
his numb fingers. As if
self-propelled, the curler rolled purposefully down the walkway in Wanda's
direction. When the curler had
tumbled to within five feet of the startled heroine, it detonated with the
force of a sawed-off shotgun.
EEEeeeeeppp!!! The Scarlet Witch recoiled suddenly
backward, screeching loudly, as the shockwave from the blast sent her helplessly
sprawling like a rag doll. She
smashed hard into a streetlight pole behind her and then bounced forward
back towards her attacker.
One of the perks of being
in a lab-created body was that his new body had been genetically engineered
by the Clone Master to have a high
metabolism. This allowed the
Hairdressers new body to recover from trauma three times faster than
a normal human being. His body
healed quickly, and also fought off various forms of ailments and
germs. Within minutes the villain's
wounds had healed and the small cuts on his skin sealed up like
new. His vigor and strength
renewed, the scoundrel rose quickly to his feet and charged at the flailing
Scarlet. His left leg then suddenly
shot up, and he delivered a round-house kick hard to the rebounding
heroines chin with his platform shoe.
As she sailed helplessly
through the air right into the kick, the Avengers head was suddenly
thrown back with the surprise blow, and the Scarlet Witch landed buttocks-first
hard on the sidewalk.
The Hairdresser nimbly touched
down on his feet, and quickly took the hair dryer out of the holster on his
hip. He swiftly pressed a button
on the dryer and it erupted like a flame thrower, sending a hot ball of fire
at his comely foe.
The Scarlet Witch rolled,
attempting to get out of the way, but was still stunned and thus caught in
the searing flames.
AAAaaeeeEEE!! the Scarlet Witch screamed in
terror! The heroine quickly
started rolling on the ground to put out the
flames. Wanda then abruptly
touched the silver-colored ruby-centered broach below her lovely chin, a
teleportation device, and with a slight flash of light and small gust of
wind...disappeared! With a similar
slight flash of light and small gust of wind...she quickly reappeared...in
a new, unburned costume.
The Hairdresser saw the heroine
rolling on the ground to stamp out her fiery
clothing. He also saw her
ruby-tipped scepter lying in the street, and quickly picked it
up. As the Avenger reappeared,
he held the staff like a javelin and hurled it away onto the roof of a
building. As she stood on the
other side of the street casting heal spells, the Hairdresser tackled Wanda
and drove his elbow hard into her
midsection.
The Scarlet Witch
oomphed again from the body blow and then brought both hands,
clenched tightly together, abruptly down on the back of the Hairdresser's
neck. Wanda then struggled to
get untangled from the man.
The Hairdresser yelled loudly
in pain from the blow to his neck and fell back. Suddenly he took out the
hair-perm mace from his jacket pocket and sprayed it towards Scarlets
face. The spray caught the heroine
by surprise, and she choked and cried as her lungs and eyes were suddenly
on fire...she backed away...blind, rubbing her
face. The villain crouched low
and struck the Avenger in the ribs with his fist.
As the Scarlet Witch shook
her head, her vision cleared very
slightly. She felt the fist
strike a crunching blow to her ribs, and she dropped weakly to her knees.
Then the Hairdresser suddenly stood, and brought up his knee, cracking it
forcefully against her jaw.
Scarlet cried out from the vicious blow, but, her mind dazed, she
still managed to cast a hex; a green sphere-like probability-altering field
closed in and the maniacal beautician from all sides.
The Hairdresser saw the ghostly
sphere begin to surround him and jumped into the air, doing a backward flip
to try and escape the hex, but the miscreant failed miserably and fell clumsily
to the street as winds of change encompassed
him. The villain was suddenly
struck by a great blast of air and thrown uncontrollably backward into the
side of a parked bus. He dropped dazed to the ground, face down, clutching
his left leg and moaning in pain.
The Scarlet Witch felt all
rubbery legged, dazed, and physically beaten by the surprise
attack. Yet because she was
a heroine, Wanda staggered toward her apparently injured foe...thinking to
heal him and end his pain before arresting him.
The Hairdresser crawled slowly
away from the bus, and backed into the darkened entryway of a closed
pawnshop.
Scarlet mumbled weakly, "Had
enough"? She purposefully pulled
a set of handcuffs from a pouch in her cloak.
The Hairdresser surreptitiously
watched Wandas approach. He
feigned disorientation, leaned slowly back in the shadows, and ran his hands
through his slicked down hair.
When he pulled them away, he had a small pool of a clear oily substance
in his palms. The villain carefully
tossed the hair grease in the Avenger's path, and it formed a clear puddle
in front of her.
The Scarlet Witch suddenly
had her feet sail out from under her and she landed hard on her butt as she
slipped in the pool of hair grease.
The Hairdresser quickly got
to his feet, but was in obvious pain.
He limped over to Scarlet and backhanded her viciously across the
face.
The heroine screamed at the blow, her head flying back.
The Scarlet Witch recovered swiftly to cast another hex, and again a green
ghostly probability-altering field enveloped the Hairdresser from all
directions. Nothing happened,
save the appearance of pretty colored lights; the hex turned out to be yet
another dud! Once more the heroine's
power had failed her and left the girl in dire peril.
The Hairdresser responded
with a quick headbutt to the heroine's
face. The Scarlet Witch's head
was thrown back from the hard clash of heads, and she fell back on the sidewalk,
almost out of it. The villain then grabbed Scarlet by the back of her long
auburn hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I'm going to pull out your hair
bitch! Get ready because I'm not done yet!" he
screeched.
The desperate Scarlet Witch
weakly pulled her hands up, under his arms, and struck him in the
chin. The Hairdresser's head
reeled back, and he bit down hard on his
tongue. He roared with rage,
and delivered a violent judo chop to Scarlet's
throat. Wanda was knocked back
down to the sidewalk by the blow...she started to weakly gesture at the deranged
cosmetician.
The Hairdresser suddenly
took out a small compact from his
pocket. He opened the makeup
container, and took out a round white powder
puff. The slightly effeminate
man patted his nose gently with the powder puff, and tossed it into the air
where the applicator-puff swiftly expanded to a 10-foot circular
radius. He caught the enlarged
puff in his hands as it fell back downward and dramatically yelled,
"Makeup!!"
The Hairdresser then victoriously
struck the Scarlet Witch with the puff. The powder puff exploded outward and compressed cosmetics
with the force of a small car hurled Wanda backward toward a brick
wall. Scarlet, with a hollow
ummmphhh, struck the wall and collapsed limply to the ground,
unconscious.
Chapter
4. Bound to be Unwrapped
The Hairdresser cautiously
approached the fallen heroine and nudged her gently with his shoe, chiding
derisively, "Get up!" The Scarlet
Witch moaned softly...but was not able to understand the noise around
her. The vengeful villain saw
that pretty heroine was out it, and smiled wickedly at her
plight. He rolled Wanda over
onto her stomach and took her handcuffs from
her. He yanked her arms behind
her back and quickly cuffed her wrists
together. He casually knocked
the tiara off her auburn-tressed head, and deftly tore off her crimson cloak,
tossing it aside. Scarlet moaned
weakly as she was manhandled.
The Hairdresser picked the
Scarlet Witch up and, in a quick easy motion, tossed her over his
shoulder. He made his way back
to his awaiting vehicle, and threw Wanda into the back of his yellow 1977
Volkswagon Beetle. The odd looking
man then reached for a brown paper bag on the floor near the back seat, and
carefully took out a rag and a bottle of
chloroform. He doused the rag
with the ether-like liquid and pressed it firmly over Scarlet's mouth and
nose, making sure the heroine would remain unconscious for the trip back
to his lair. He quickly got
into the auto and they were off to his new hideout.
Shortly, they arrived at
the hideout located over an old barbershop that had been closed ten years
earlier. The Hairdresser quietly
pulled the car around the back of the building, and then roughly dragged
the heroine from the back seat.
The follicle felon entered through the rear of the shop and swiftly
took the Scarlet Witch down to the
basement. It was a cold dark
place with stone walls and floor.
Wanda was draped limply over the Hairdresser's shoulders as he carried
her...out from the chloroform rag that had fallen from her face when she
was lifted from the car.
The stylist carefully leaned
the unconscious heroine against a wall, and threw a lever on the stone
partition. Two small doors quietly
opened in the ceiling, and two chains with iron shackles on the ends slowly
lowered out of the compartments down toward
them. The Hairdresser quickly
uncuffed the Scarlet Witch's hands and purposely lifted her arms over her
head. The villain deftly stretched
her arms upward and outward, and placed her hands in the shackles; as he
released her, she hung limp from the irons.
The Scarlet Witch slowly
began to stir.
"Ohhhh....ahhh...what's happening?" she mumbled.
The Hairdresser snorted,
"Just wait and see, Scarlet!!"
Wanda realized she was in
trouble and quickly started yelling.
"Let me loose
now or I'll
" she trailed
off.
"Or you'll
what? Shut your mouth!!" he
inquired and then commanded. The
Hairdresser spread the heroines feet apart and placed leg shackles
tightly around the heroines ankles and secured them to hooks bolted
to steel plates on the stone floor.
He then stood, leaving Wanda to dangle in her bonds in an
X-pattern. As the Scarlet
Witchs lovely blue eyes glared at the Hairdresser, he pulled out his
straight razor and sliced Scarlet's leotard and body stocking open down the
sides.
"Stop that you fiend!" the
Scarlet Witch screeched wide-eyed as she struggled futilely in the bonds.
The Hairdresser slapped her
abruptly across the face, and commanded,
"Quiet!" The Hairdresser then
cut Wandas costume off her struggling body with graceful, fluid motions
and soon left her twitching in her bonds naked.
"Owwww!" the Avenger protested
as she continued to glare, sputtering at the evil stylist as he worked on
her costume. Scarlet felt a chill from the wind on her naked body, and stammered,
"You think me helpless just because I'm
bound!" She began
concentrating. Then, suddenly,
Wanda cast a hex and a green sphere-like probability-altering field closed
in and enveloped the Hairdresser.
Instantly, part of the ceiling crumbled and fell towards
him.
The Hairdresser heard the
loud roar of noise and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the ceiling come
crashing down about him. He
quickly flipped and rolled through the falling debris, able to avoid most
of it through his quick reflexes.
However, some of the smaller debris pummeled him and left new cuts
and scrapes on his body, along with fresh bruises.
The sadistic stylist moaned
slightly as he crawled back toward the Scarlet Witch and slipped a metal
rod from his right ankle. It
was a long, round, cylinder that resembled the reflective metallic end of
a curling iron, but it had no hand grip on the end
only a black plastic
base. The cylinder was hollow
and started to whir as the villain manipulated the base of
it.
Chapter
5. Distractions
With a brutal lunge, the
Hairdresser suddenly took the cylinder and jammed it firmly between Wanda's
shapely legs.
The Scarlet Witch screamed
shrilly as the cold metallic object was forced into her tight, dry sex, "You
bastard...get that out of me right now!!"
The Hairdresser gripped the
cylinder tightly and shoved it up into the heroine's channel, spouting angrily,
"Never! I want you to
suffer!" The vengeful villain
left the curling iron dangling and whirring from between the young mutants
legs.
The metal cylinder between
Wandas legs vibrated within her, causing a discomfort as it filled
her womb, but sexual arousal as well, making it difficult to regain her
concentration.
"How do you like my curling-iron
vibrator, Avenger?" the evil stylist chuckled with glee.
The Scarlet Witch moaned
softly, hanging spread-eagled and helpless, but glared in defiance. "Take
it out of me villain...this is wrong...it's rape!" she commanded haughtily.
"Well duh!!" her enemy patronized
her. The Hairdresser grabbed
the base of the vibrator and thrust it in and out of Scarlet Witch's sex,
chortling sardonically, "It's fun for me
lady!" The coiffure commando
then inserted the vibrator deep into Wandas pussy, and placed a leather
belt around her trim waist. He
quickly pulled out a small strap and, with practiced precision, ran the strap
over her slit as he snapped the band on the vibrator first in the front and
then the back to seal the evil device inside her sex.
"Gggggghhhh!
Damn it, stop it...take that thing out...I can't stand the sick feelings
it is giving me!" Wanda professed
nervously. She tried to hide
the fact that the involuntary filling, as painful as it was initially, was
already causing other
troubling
responses within her
body.
"You better get used to it
Scarlet, because is stays inside you."
As the almost comical cosmetician made that pronouncement, the vibrator
pulsed inside the Avengers vagina and sent a stimulating burst of energy
throughout her loins.
The Scarlet Witch pulled
and tugged desperately at the shackles on her ankles and wrists
she
knew that the vibrating rod within her would prevent her from achieving the
focus necessary to cast another hex.
Wanda gasped, "You sick pervert...you won't get away with this!"
The chuckling Hairdresser
walked quickly behind Scarlet and brought his hands up from behind her to
gently cup her ample beasts. He
lifted the globes in his palms and massaged them
tenderly. He ran his hands softly over her quivering breasts and
deftly rolled her nipples with his
fingers. "I already have gotten
away with it," he gleefully informed his captive.
The Scarlet Witch spouted
out an angry scream, "I'll get you, you bastard...let me
alone...now!!" The warmth, unwanted,
was building in her loins, the vibrating rod...no longer uncomfortable at
all.
The Hairdresser grabbed
Wandas jiggling breasts as she screamed out, and twisted the globes
roughly with his hands. "You
don't tell me what to do, Bitch!!!
I'm in charge!!" he shouted shrilly at
her. The villain had a wild,
crazy look on his face, as though he was about to snap.
Scarlet looked pleadingly
at the man who was molesting her...fear creeping into her widened, tearful,
blue eyes. "Please stop this!"
she said shakily, almost in a whisper.
The twisted hair specialist
slapped her breasts harshly, and pinched her delicate
nipples. He pushed a button
on a remote unit and the vibrator started to buzz faster inside the Scarlet
Witch's pussy, and began to rotate around inside her as it sent small electrical
zaps through her loins.
"Gggaaagggaagghh!" Wanda
screeched loudly. The heroine
yanked violently on the chains as the pleasure built, then suddenly turned
to pain from the shocks, and then built again until the next
shock. The Avenger was soon
surprised to find that she was starting to find pleasure in the shocking
electrical pain impulses themselves.
The Hairdresser gloatingly
leaned in next to the bucking heroine and gently kissed Wanda on her luscious
mouth. He alternated the types
of zaps firing through her pussy. The Avenger was hit by pleasure jolts,
and then by pain jolts. He laughed
sadistically at her torment as the heroine's mind was gradually torn
asunder.
Wanda sobbed in despair,
"Stooppp! Stooppp! Let me go
damn it! Pllleaassee..let me
go!" Suddenly, the Scarlet Witch's
face started to become flushed...she bucked violently, and then had a mighty
orgasm. She started crying in
shame, and sobbed, gasping for air.
Chapter
6. Fire Above and Below
The Hairdresser chuckled
loudly when he saw the lovely mutants tear-stained young
face. "That's
it! Cry Scarlet!
Let me see your tears!!
This is too sweet!
Aha-ha!!" he chided sarcastically.
The Scarlet Witch tried to
look defiantly at the villain, but
couldn't. She could only watch
dumbfounded as the Hairdresser suddenly took some rope out of a cabinet,
and started to wrap the cord around her bounteous breasts in slow, tight
circles. The sadistic maniac
ran the ropes between and around her bouncing orbs several
times. He tied the ropes into
knots at various places around the tender mammary glands...pulling the rope
tight around her cleavage so that her breasts soon set into hard balls of
flesh, slowly reddening as the circulation was cut off from her
chest. The Hairdresser then
squeezed her tit balls and playfully slapped them
around. Her nipples grew even
harder as more blood was forced into them.
"Let me go, please...I'll
see to it that you are paid a large ransom for my release," Wanda pleaded
softly and then wept in humiliated pain.
As a swelling sensation arose within her bound breasts, they became
sensitive
and the slaps terribly painful.
The Hairdresser ignored her
words as he gleefully entertained himself by slapping her tit balls about
like small punching bags. He
viciously twisted her sore nipples, and grinned broadly as this action elucidated
strident screams and the bound heroines breasts start to turn a purplish
hue. The sex-crazed stylist cruelly squeezed her rotund breasts together
and licked her exposed neck. "I
can tell you enjoy this Scarlet, just like the last time!!" he pronounced
derisively.
Wanda spat shrilly with venom
in her voice, "Ahhhhahh!!
Bastard! Stop...stop
now
I in no way enjoy this!!"
However, the moistness in her loins grew...the vibrating rod still
working on her lower sexual center.
The Hairdresser mocked her,
"Then why are you moaning so, and why is your pussy so
wet?!" The vibrator continued
to spin seductively around in her channel as it buzzed on and shocked her
over and over.
The Scarlet Witch suddenly
climaxed again, screaming, "Ohheeeegghhh!
Shit!!! The reeling Avenger
struggled with the ropes, and with her "self" as the Hairdresser laughed
maniacally at her obvious surrender to her
pleasure.
The chuckling villain slowly
bent over, kissed her mouth, and sucked on her
tongue. He whispered in her
ear, "I knew you would enjoy being in my tender loving care again,
Avenger."
The Scarlet Witch was being
driven insane by the alternating pleasure and pain between her legs, and
her aching breasts. "NOOO!!
LET ME GO...NOW...please?" she pleaded hopefully. Scarlet's bound breasts
started to tingle all over...feeling like a thousand tiny needles were in
them.
"Why should
I? You turned me into STONE
you tramp!!" the wide-eyed felon shouted angrily at
her. The Hairdresser walked
casually over to a shelf on the wall and picked up a black, leather riding
crop. He swished the crop through
the air with a loud CRACK! to test its
flexibility. The sadistic stylist
made sure Wanda saw the tool, and he slowly traced the crop down between
her legs...along her belted slit.
OOOoooooouuUUUUMMMPPPHH!
the Scarlet Witch moaned as she climaxed for a third time...the metal phallic
symbol taking its toll...the new threat adding to her
excitement.
The Hairdresser slowly slid
the crop over the heroines moist sex, and gently ran it over her trembling
belly...up between her tied milk sacks.
He grinned at Wanda sadistically, lifted the riding crop high over
his head, and then lashed it down violently on her tied breasts with savage
strikes.
Slap! Slap!
Slap
Wanda screeched in agony
as her breasts exploded in pain, "Aaeeeeehhh
eeyyyiie...Oh God...please
don't hurt me anymore!!"
The Hairdresser countered
tersely, "I'm only getting warmed up slut!!"
The heroine's breasts were
on fire as the crop struck her mounds again and
again. She shrilled,
"Noo...pleeasse...stop!!"
The Hairdresser laughed
sadistically and slashed the crop over her abused breasts again and again,
the crop singing as it whistled through the air to bite into her soft
flesh.
SLASH!
SLASH!
WHAP!!
The Scarlet Witch screamed
twice...and then howled loudly as the third lash struck across both of her
hardened, protruding nipples...the vibrating rod still between her
legs. Wanda moaned soft, barely
understandable, pleading words, "Stop...stop...stop,
please."
Drunk with power, the crazed
stylist raised the crop and let it hover over Scarlets elongated, aching
nipples. In the next instant
he cracked the crop down hard on her nipples over and
over. The villain grinned evilly as the Avengers breasts
were soon criss-crossed with red welts, and she ground her hips around against
her will. "What do I get if I stop, Scarlet?" he asked taunting
her.
"Ohhh please stop...I can't
stand anymore of this...please make it stop!!" the Scarlet Witch shrilled
hoarsely as her body writhed in torment as she tried to escape the hot kiss
of the riding crop.
The Hairdresser teased,
"Ah......NO!!" SLAP! WHACK!
WHIP! WHIP! CRACK!!!
Scarlet screamed in agony...tears
flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed in helplessness...and then she climaxed
a fourth time. "Ugggooooshhiitt!!"
the young mutant gasped and then hung limply in her
chains.
The Hairdresser reveled in
his beautiful victims torment.
He knew that a battle raged within Wanda as she tried to come to terms
with how she was responding to the
torture. He walked slowly behind
her and slashed the crop wickedly against her firm
ass.
The Scarlet Witch screamed
loudly again as pain fell on a new portion of her body,
"Stoopp!!"
The Hairdresser whipped the
Avengers ass ruthlessly with the riding
crop. He cracked it relentlessly
over her twin cheeks, and left raised welts behind on her
bottom. The Scarlet Witch gasped
and sobbed...not enough air in her lungs to make a real
scream.
Her unbalanced tormentor
then slid the crop between her bound breasts and moved it up and down in
the valley between them. The
end of the crop traced over Scarlet's ruby
lips. "Go on, kiss the leather
my sweet!" the Hairdresser instructed quietly to see if the buxom young heroine
was ready to obey.
The Scarlet Witch looked
defiantly and at the strangely dressed man, tears flowing down her face,
and between sobs said, "NO!!"
The Hairdresser suddenly
thrashed the riding crop viciously down against Wandas battered
womanhood. He slapped the crop
hard against her crotch and sent stinging blows into her wet nether
lips. The vindictive villain
whipped her helpless pussy through the belts as the vibrator continued to
rape her. "Ready to kiss now?" he quipped quietly.
The Scarlet Witch screamed in agony as the whip struck her
sex on either side of the vibrating rod of metal, suddenly shouting her readiness
to comply, "Yes...yes stop...I'll kiss that...that...crop!!"
The sadistic stylist placed
the crop to her face and lips. "Kiss it!
And thank me for whipping you," he commanded.
Scarlet blushed beet red
and tried to look defiant, but simply looked beaten as she quickly kissed
the instrument of pain.
The Hairdresser pressed on,
"Say the words slut!!"
The Scarlet Witch moaned
and weakly gasped, knowing she was beaten.
"I'm waiting!!" the villain
reminded his captive impatiently.
Wanda's chest heaved as she
was wracked by emotion-filled sobs.
"Thank you...you bastard
for whipping...me," she whispered in
a cracking voice.
Chapter
7. The Rings of Torment
The Hairdresser pulled the
Scarlet Witch's head back and kissed her roughly on the
mouth. He looked closely into
her terror-filled blue eyes for what seemed like and eternity, and then chuckled,
"Close enough slut!" He watched
in pleasure as Scarlet moaned in shame.
Then, abruptly, he walked back to the nearby wall
shelf.
The brutal beautician took
two small brass rings off of the shelf and held them in his palm in front
of the teary-eyed Avengers face.
He leaned slowly inward and whispered softly to Wanda, "These are
nipple rings and they are my gift to you girl!!"
The Scarlet Witch looked
questioningly at the rings, not knowing what they were for, but knowing whatever
her captor was up to couldnt be
good. "What are they...what
do you mean to do?" she asked in nervous trepidation.
The Hairdresser casually
held up the brass rings for her to
inspect. "These go in your nipples
slut, after I pierce them! This
will mark you as my fuck toy then!!" he chortled
triumphantly.
Wanda wept like a beaten
dog, screaming, "Noooooo!! Damn
you...damn you...leave me the fuck
alone. I DON'T WANT YOUR DAMN
RINGS!!"
The Hairdresser yelled harshly
back, "You HAVE NO CHOICE, YOU SLUT!!" The enraged stylist then grabbed her breasts and crushed
them cruelly in his hands.
"Owwwwhhh...God, stop it!"
Scarlet spat out, wincing in pain as her bound and bruised breasts were roughly
manhandled.
The Hairdresser quickly took
a bowl of rubbing alcohol off the shelf and methodically sterilized a needle
in the solution. He looked back
to Wanda, bent at the waist, and slowly drew her left nipple into his
mouth. He sucked greedily on
the tip and swirled his tongue around until the nipple got
harder. As he released the nub,
a string of saliva ran from his lips to her nipple.
The Scarlet Witch moaned
in pleasure as her nipple was sucked...building toward another
climax. "Nooo...please!" she
panted in exasperation.
The leisure-suit-clad
clown-villain carefully tweaked her rubbery nipple, and then slowly reached
over for the needle. He
painstakingly placed the sharp point of the long, thin piece of metal against
the side of her protruding nipple and pricked the areola with it
lightly. He looked gloatingly
into her scared face, and whispered sadistically, "Don't
move! This will
hurt! Heh-heh!!"
The Scarlet Witch looked
at the needle at her bosom in abject horror...and held her breath, unable
to come up with any words to utter.
The Hairdresser held her
breast firmly in his hand as he slowly drove the needle into her rubbery
tip. He grinned maliciously
at Scarlet, and with a hard shove, stabbed the needle into her nipple...watching
its progress through the girls flesh with widened, smiling
eyes.
Wanda shrieked in unbearable
pain and fear, "Aeeehhhheehh!!"
Horrorified, she looked downward at her nipple
she saw the needle
head push her flesh inward on the outer side of her nub...as the hot fire
in her tender flesh continued to burn, she watched the flesh on inside of
her nipple push slowly outward...then suddenly she saw steel appear
steel
on, no in, both sides of her protruding
tip! Her nipple was
impaled!!! Scarlet cried out
again, louder! The pain was
there
everywhere. It was
intense...real...unavoidable
but there was also heat building within
her.
The Hairdresser looked down
to examine the hole in her nipple; where the needle had exited, he saw a
single drop of blood drip off the pointed end of the
needle. The bastard left the needle imbedded in the heroines
nub as he carefully picked up one of the brass
rings. The sadistic stylist
inserted one end of the brass ring into the new hole in the tip of the
Avengers breast. He slid
the hollow ring into her pierced nipple and cruelly shoved it through to
the other side...pulling the needle out as the brass ring followed.
The beautician methodically
worked the ring through her nipple, and purposefully enlarged the hole in
her breast. The fiend rolled
the ring back and forth in her nipple as he stared closely into Scarlets
agony-filled blue eyes. He gleefully
watched her wince in defeat and humiliation as he closed the ring shut in
her nipple with a loud Click!
The Scarlet Witch moaned
softly and cried in ragged gasps as her body was altered against her
will. "You son of a bitch...I'll
kill you for this!!" she spat, the acrid ire evident in her quaking
voice.
The Hairdresser gloated down
at the moaning heroine as he sensed her arousal, and he kissed her
deeply. The Scarlet Witch couldn't
help herself and kissed back, the heat in her loins still
building. The Hairdresser felt her tongue work into his mouth and
he rubbed her pussy through the belts around her crotch.
"Mmmggpphh!" Wanda moaned
wantonly as her lust grew.
The Hairdresser smiled
arrogantly, "Do you like this, my sweet Scarlet!?"
The Scarlet Witch struggled
desperately not to give into the abuse...struggled pridefully not to let
the pain, the debasement, the alteration of her body, become
sexual. Wanda gasped loudly
and lied, "Hell no!!"
The Hairdresser chuckled,
"You are a terrible liar, slut!
The evil man then slowly took the next needle into his fingers, held
it before the trembling heroines tearful blue eyes, and carefully placed
the tip of it against the outside of the Avengers right
nipple. He pricked the skin and then suddenly plunged the needle
through her nipple with a quick lunging
motion. As the girls deafening
scream filled the room, the sadist rolled the metal spear around in her breast
tip. He then took the other
brass ring and roughly jabbed it through the newly pierced nipple, worming
it through the hole.
Smirking at his auburn-tressed
victim, the Hairdresser clicked the second brass ring shut and smiled broadly
at the Scarlet Witch, now with both of her erect nipples adorned with his
shiny rings through fresh piercings.
He whispered tauntingly, "I own you!"
Wanda screamed in horror
as her bodily alterations were complete, and then moaned deeply and gave
out a deep sexual sigh; she had climaxed as the secod brass ring was clicked
shut. Scarlet shook here head
in denial, "You may have altered my body, but you will never own my soul!!"
The Hairdresser stared in
amazement at the Scarlet Witch.
She was quite a sight and as she dangled before him in the shackles,
her breasts roped up and her nipples now pierced with new brass
rings. He pulled a gold chain from his pocket, and carefully
hooked each end of the chain onto her nipples
rings. The chain dangled from
her breasts and rattled slightly.
"Cum now! My mastery of you is complete!" he blurted in arrogance.
Scarlet mumbled weakly,
"Never!"
The Hairdresser slapped the
heroines face hard, and spat vehemently, "You had better learn your
place slut. I own you now!"
"Never!" Wanda repeated in
a whisper.
The mad stylist suddenly
unbuckled the belts around the Scarlet Witchs waist and roughly tore
the vibrator from her snatch with a frantic
jerk. He left her pussy gaping
wide and feeling empty. "No
matter what happens Avenger, you and I will both know I marked you as my
property this day!" he boasted confidently.
The Scarlet Witch looked
sorrowfully at the brass rings in her nipples...they had turned purple in
spite of the disinfectant...and
sobbed. Wanda replied weakly,
"I am no one's property, ever!"
Chapter
8. If the Proof Be Possession
The Hairdresser replied,
"Too late slut, for you became my property when I pierced
you!"
The Scarlet Witch moaned but said nothing. The boastful beautician
kissed his way along the trembling heroines neck and licked her salty
skin as he toyed with her new rings. The evil Stylist licked a trail along
blushing Scarlet's neck as her cupped her bound breasts gently in his hands.
He then kissed her face and lips as he drank the sweet taste of the defeated
heroine.
"Mmmm, shall I fuck you,
Scarlet?" the Hairdresser asked softly as he gently pulled down on the shiny
brass rings and then spun them around in circles through the quivering
heroines nipples.
Wanda gasped fearfully,
"No..don't rape me please!"
"All right, how about I just
leave you hanging in the dungeon with your pussy wide enough for a tree limb
then," the weasel-faced villain snickered in a shrill nasal
tone.
The Scarlet Witch nodded
quickly, "Yes! Go away...let me suffer...then regain some composure. Once
I get my strength back, I will hunt you down and cast a hex to send you straight
to Hell!!!"
The Hairdresser deftly unfastened
the shackles around Wanda's wrists, and her arms dropped limply to her sides.
The leg shackles were quickly loosened right after. The stylist from the
70s watched the welt-covered heroine drop to the floor in a heap and went
over to a nearby corner to get a chair; he set it on the floor ten feet in
front of the heroine.
The Hairdresser casually
sat on the chair and then took out his throbbing cock from his out-of-style
pants. He held the turgid organ in his hand and started to stroke it in front
of the collapsed heroine, asking maliciously, "Want this,
Scarlet?"
The Scarlet Witch felt her
ability to concentrate increasing now that the vibrator was out of her sex.
The pleaded quietly, playing for time, "No! Don't rape
me!"
The Hairdresser sighed
impatiently and got up again. He rushed suddenly at Wanda and drove his foot
viciously into her stomach. He then grabbed the ring chain of her pierced
nipples and pulled down on it with one hard jerk.
"Aaaeeeheeeyyyy! Oh,
god
stop!" Scarlet pleaded shrilly as new pain exploded in her tortured
breasts. The auburn-tressed Avenger desperately hoped the rings would not
tear through her distended nipples.
The sadistic stylist then
quickly lifted Wanda's legs up and pressed them back until they rested on
her bound breasts. The Scarlet Witch's knees were then bent, and her feet
dangled in the air. The maniac followed up by grabbing her nipple rings and
tugging on them hard and fast. He joyfully watched her breasts move as he
yanked on the rings. Smiling like a bloated rat, he moved between her legs
and rubbed his manhood against her wet slit.
"Gggaaayyhh...no
don't...don't!" Wanda yelled
loudly as the panic rose inside her.
The Hairdresser used the
helpless heroines body like a trampoline and started to bounce up and
down on the Scarlet Witch's inner thighs. He massaged the oozing head of
his cock along her hole, looking deeply into her blue eyes. With a brutal
lunge, the sex-starved stylist proceeded to ram his thick, turgid penis into
her drenched and gaping maw.
"Ahhrrrhhrrhh! Stop it you
bastard! Get out of me!" Wanda howled in unbearable agony as her body trembled
under the brutal assault.
The bouncing beautician lunged
his pulsing cock deep into her ravaged pussy. He didn't care that she was
hurt and crying. The Scarlet Witch was only a hole for him to fill so that
he could sate his sexual urges. "Shut up bitch!" he hissed angrily through
clenched teeth. Scarlet moaned as she was taken...helpless, her concentration
again taken away by the sexual heat.
The Hairdresser plunged his
cock in and out of the heroines tight, wet womanhood as he rode the
Scarlet Witch like a bitch in heat. He grabbed her left nipple ring and twisted
the brass ring counter clockwise viciously. "Better fuck me back whore or
I'll tear your nipple off!!" the villain threatened menacingly. The Scarlet
Witch screamed in agony and immediately began bucking back against the
Hairdresser's manhood.
As the rapist felt Wanda
buck her hips up to meet his powerful strokes, he slapped her tit balls back
and forth. His cock was hot and pulsating as he plowed in and out of the
heroines defenseless vagina. He intended to possess the girl, and make
her pay dearly for turning him to stone.
The Scarlet Witch gasped
softly as she was taken, flushed in shame as her body began to betray her
yet again. The Hairdresser relentlessly raped the Scarlet Witch's pussy as,
intent on forcing her to climax against her will. He knew it was the ultimate
humiliation for her
to be raped and made to enjoy it. "Go on Scarlet,
orgasm! Give into your dark desires and let yourself go!" he urged with
glee.
Wanda screamed stridently...not
in pain...but in sheer sexual release...and shuddered in ecstasy,
"Eeeeyyyaaauuuhhh!" The Scarlet Witch felt remorse and shame as she
climaxed...the orgasm forced upon her.
The Hairdresser rode out
Wanda's climax as he continued to thrust his penis piston-like in and out
of her used pussy. He saw her give into the debauchery and orgasm like the
true whore she was. He slammed his rod hard into the heroines love
channel and groaned in ecstasy as Scarlet bucked up and down under him as
they moved together wantonly. "You are a slut! I can have you any time I
want, Avenger. All I need to do is work that hot little pussy of yours and
you melt! Kiss me!!" he mocked her sarcastically.
The Scarlet Witch moaned
in shame...but kissed the villain, and as he plunged his manhood into her
hot box as, their tongues wrestled with one another. The Hairdresser wrapped
her legs around his waist and drilled into her sex without mercy. He felt
the Scarlet Witch climax again, and laughed once more as she was forced to
cum by the cock of her enemy. "Yes, cum Scarlet! Beg me to cum inside you!
AARGHH!" he chided derisively. "Beg me, whore!!" the Hairdresser
commanded.
The harrowed Avenger, desperate
to end her ordeal at last...gasped loudly out, "Yes, Hairdresser...cum for
me...cum for me please...cum inside my pussy. I need it
so!"
The Hairdresser pounded his
cock into the Scarlet Witchs hungry sex as she finally broke down and
gave into to her rapist, proving to them both just how weak the heroine was
and how she craved to be mastered and taken by this foul villain riding her.
He felt her grind her hips on his pistoning cock as he fucked the girl, and
then groaned loudly in pleasure as his organ suddenly exploded in the Scarlet
Witch's vagina. He shot thick ropes of semen into her womb, and proclaimed
victoriously, "ASGHHHH!! Take my seed girl!"
Wanda cried hysterically,
"Yess!! Yess!! I will...anything...to end this...CUM IN
ME!"
The moaning stylist shot
his cum into the Avengers tight pussy as she clamped down firmly on
his pulsing cock and milked him. He sent his load deep into her cunt, giving
Wanda his potent sperm. The vile miscreant pulled out of her vagina and fired
the last of his hot seed onto the sultry heroines breasts and nipple
rings.
The Scarlet Witch gasped
loudly as she climaxed a final time...between being raped, altered, and possibly
impregnated by a villain from the 1970s...totally
humiliated!!
The Hairdresser smiled in
satisfaction as Wanda orgasmed yet again. His rape and humiliation of her
was complete. He laid exhausted on top of her and played with her brass rings.
"Gee, it would be a shame if I just knocked you up, Scarlet. Ha ha ha!!"
he chortled.
Wanda turned her head to
the side, tears running down her face, "You bastard...you'd like it if I
had your child wouldn't you!?"
The rapist responded in an
impending tone, "Yes I would slut! I videotaped this entire rape and piercing
of you!!"
Scarlet Witch sorrowfully
sobbed, "Noooo! What do you plan to do with the tapes?"
"I think I will hold them
for now so that I can blackmail you! And you'll always remember I was the
one who pierced you! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!" the scoundrel heckled.
Chapter
9. Hell Hath No Fury
But the vile knave was sadly
mistaken if he thought his ruthless violation of the despondent heroine was
to go unpunished. The Hairdresser was soon to learn that he had gravely
underestimated the will power of the Scarlet Witch. For, although she was
momentarily down, the determined young woman was far from vanquished. Wanda
had been on the receiving end of more than one brutal assault, and she knew,
deep down, that she would survive this latest molestation of her
person.
The Scarlet Witch was already
recuperating from the vicious attack as her melodramatic antagonist droned
on about his intended plans for the fallen champion of mankind. Wanda feigned
complete exhaustion, but managed to role the jubilant rapist off of her without
raising any suspicion. She kept
prying for details of his plots
kept telling him how totally he had
sexually conquered her. The devastating encounter was to plague her with
nightmares for the weeks to come, but, for now, she was coping with the rape
the best she could. She played for time, and for
composure.
If nothing else, the Scarlet
Witch was a survivor. She would come to terms with this latest bout of debauchery
and use it to make herself stronger. This time, the Hairdresser's infinite
boasting would prove to be his downfall. His deep-pitched vocalizations gave
Wanda the time she needed to recover from the assault and replenish her strength.
So proud was the foolish stylist, that he didnt even see the
ploy.
Intense hatred and loathing
for her foe boiled in the pit of the mutant/witchs stomach. The Hairdresser
was fated to receive the Scarlet Witch's wrath and feel the power of her
unrestrained fury; she had told him that it would be this way, and it
would
now! And suddenly she stood; a feat accompanied by the flash of
a lightning bolt outside of the building, and the deafening sound of nearby
thunder. These forces of nature were not of the Avengers doing, but
as the flash dimmed and the sound subsided, a green glow had already formed
about the figure standing before the startled and still prone villain. Now
she stood proudly, back straight, hands held high above her head, palms facing
him, fists clenched save the index and little fingers of both hands; these
fingers stretched skyward.
What...wait
no
dont!
the Hairdresser stammered, clumsily trying to get to his feet. His paled
face carried the look of astonishment; his brown eyes were wide with
fear.
I have waited far to
long, you disgusting, evil pig! the Scarlet Witch spat vehemently back
as the emerald aura darkened around her quivering form. I told you
that the winds of change would not blow gently around you if you chose to
test them again. I told you I would send you straight to Hell. You chose
to role the dice, not I
now your destiny is in fates hands!
the Avenger raged on.
Suddenly, the infuriated
heroine lowered her arms and pointed the four outstretched fingers at the
stumbling Hairdresser before her. NNNNNOOOOOOooooooo!!! the sadistic
stylist screamed in abject terror as the emerald aura suddenly leaped from
the Scarlet Witchs form to surround his own. Instantly, the trembling
villain vanished, or possibly exploded, or maybe even imploded, in a blinding
emerald flash of light.
The tired and battered Scarlet Witch shrugged her shoulders and mumbled
to herself something about fools never learning. She put all thought of the
Hairdresser out of her mind, and simply focused on finding a shower in the
building; she found one of course.
Chapter
10. Epilog
The Hairdresser screamed jubilantly as he watched the Scarlet Witch
and the house around them disappeared in a brilliant flash of green fire.
Hah! Her hex backfired again, no doubt ending the pain-in-the-ass
heroines life, the villain chortled happily. Then he heard the
low humming sound in the distance, and, as he looked around, he recognized
things as being odd to say the least.
The land he saw before him was strange and wondrous, and more
than a little bit reminiscent of the acid trips he had taken back in the
70s before his time shift. The sky was green and filled with yellow clouds.
The grass and lower vegetation were a deep crimson red. The trees and higher
plant life were white and black.
The hot sun blazed in the sky, pink and bright. The rocks were
blue, and there was a stream of beige water in the distance; it flowed backwards.
The tall, orange and purple flowers in the field swayed to-and-fro in the
warm and gentle wind.
The naked Hairdresser silently shook his head...thinking he
must surely be hallucinating, but knowing in his heart that this was all
too real. "Oh great
first I get time shifted and then some slutty heroine
transports me to
to
to nowhere land," the grim stylist mumbled
as he stood motionless, viewing the odd landscape.
This is not Hell! I will make it into paradise, Scarlet Witch.
And I swear we will meet again! the Hairdresser screamed defiantly
into the wind. Little did he know, as he turned and began walking towards
the humming sound, hoping that it represented civilization, that his words
were half true.
THE
END
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