Cindy woke up sometime later with a nasty headache, she shook her head hard, her hair flinging this way and that, she looked up when she heard a click. Sitting directly in front of her, in a unique chair, was the creature that had walked out of the mirror. He had a glass in his hand that had a red substance in it that bubbled on the top. When he had picked his glass up it had clicked on the arm of the chair. The chair he was sitting on was metallic except for the cushion which was red, it was painted black. The chair had two skulls on the front of the arms and another skull on the top of the back of the chair that had a pair of horns spiraling from the sides. The legs were designed to look like spines. The creature in the chair looked similar to Master Vile, the monster who had raped her during her captivity when he was taking over her planet, but he was drastically different. For one, the left side of his head was red while the right side was white, his eyes were a fiery and glowing red with tiny black pupils and he was well muscled. Master Vile's body was big and sturdy, like the fellow in the chair was, but unlike the guy in the chair he was covered up and you didn't know he had as much muscle as he had until he took his clothes of. The guy in the chair was wearing only a pair of black pants and crocodile scaled boots, his top half was unclothed, like his face the left side of his body was red and while the right side of his body was white. He had a great amount of muscle on his arms, as she watched him bring the glass to his lips the veins in his right arm bulged out a dingy white color, his hands ended in long purple fingernails. His elongated ears were like those of Master Vile's, only shorter and instead of being gold with black stripes they were gold with red stripes.

"You humans like to fall down a lot." he said to her. "Or am I mistaken?"

Cindy was silent, her blue eyes stared up into the fiery red ones of the monster in front of her that glowed like they had flashlights behind them. When he opened his mouth she saw that he had fangs on both his top and lower teeth, just like Master Vile. After she didn't answer the creature stretched his hand forward, Cindy winced and got herself ready for the slap. Instead, she felt the creatures hand gently caress her face. She opened her eyes, when she saw that the creature was leaned forward, his hand fully on her face now, she pulled away.

"Oh dear God not this again!" she almost cried, she was now shaking.

"I am sure that you know of my granddaughter." the creature said. "Angel Irene Vile."

"V-V-Vile?" Cindy repeated the final name he had used. "N-n-no sir. I know of an Angel Irene but not of an Angel Irene Vile."

"Angel Irene then," the creature said, he waved his vacant hand before placing it back on the arm of the chair he was sitting on. "she should really use her surname, she'll have it forever you know."

"Sh-sh-she ran off..." Cindy stuttered. "p-p-probably has the others safely hidden someplace."

The creature nodded his head and drank the last of the drink in his glass. He stood up and went to the dresser where she saw him working on something. When he moved she saw that there was a machine, a drink machine of sorts that had three nozzles, on the dressers top. He came back over and sat in the chair. He took one look at her then he took a sip from the glass, afterwards he held it down to her. She shook her head and backed away from it, her body was still shaking.

"What is your name human?" the creature asked her.

"C-C-C-Cindy B-B-Blake." Cindy replied shakily.

"Cindy hmmm." the creature took another sip from his glass. "You know who I am?"

"Nah suh." Cindy shook her head no.

"KurukVile Surfeit." the creature said, he stretched his hand forward, his fingertips brushed against Cindy's chin.

Cindy moved a bit farther away which must have made the creature in front of her who had introduced himself as KurukVile frustrated because he pulled his hand up then swiped it forward towards himself. Cindy felt herself being pulled forward, which scared the dickens out of her! When she stopped she found herself chin to knee to KurukVile who now was pushing the fingers on his left hand through her hair. She tried to pull herself away and found that she couldn't, it was like she was being forced to stay near him. She did manage to get her hands up, she placed them on KurukVile's knees and pushed, all that did was make him chuckle. He now had his hand going down her neck.

"I have had one hell of a morning, Cindy." KurukVile said to her.

Angel had transformed into her father, for the second time and just like the first time she felt ashamed of herself for it. She wanted to puke, she wanted to get rid of the guise and choose another but once she stepped out of her hiding place and the servants that were loyal to her father saw her she had no choice but to keep looking, and acting, as her father. She had heard, and seen, Cindy Blake being pulled from her tent by Professor Longnose and she had seen her being dragged, practically, into her grandfather's ship forcefully. She headed for it, when she got within five feet of the ship she ducked out of view and transformed into her grandmother. She quickly walked into the hatchway of the ship which closed with a bang behind her plunging her into darkness for a few seconds. A series of lights that were on the ceiling flashed on, they went all along the corridor that she was in. She walked slowly, doing her best Irka imitation. When a servant girl walked into the corridor she didn't stop, the servant girl stopped and bowed low, which she nodded in recognition.

"My husband," she said, her voice came out sounding like her grandmother's. "where is he?"

"My mistress," the servant girl said, her eyes were cast down. "he is with the human that was found in your granddaughter's tent."

"Where?" she made her voice sound startled, then became agitated. "Where is my husband!"

"In the spare bedroom my mistress." the servant girl said, when she looked up she had a confused look on her face, she kept her eyes cast down.

Angel had no idea where the spare room was and she had no choice but to go to the cockpit of the ship to look at the map that would surely be there that would tell her where every room was in the SkuCoil. She walked off, heading down the hall. As soon as she turned and was away from the servant girl she placed her hand on the wall. She thought up the cockpit then pulled her hand away, she laughed inside then chided herself for such a silly thought of going to the cockpit to look up the map when she could simply do what she had just done to find the spare bedroom. She placed her hand back on the wall and thought of the spare bedroom and its location. It came back to her and she walked on, briskly. She walked around four corners then came to a door that was guarded, the two guards, both wearing black uniforms, stood up straight but looked down when she approached.

"My husband in there?" she asked in Irka's voice.

"Yes my mistress." one of the guards replied, he had black beady eyes.

"Out of my way!" she went forward and tried to push past them but they gently pushed her back.

"KurukVile's orders my mistress." the guard with the beady black eyes said, he shivered slightly when she looked at him. "No one enters or bothers him."

"I'll have you two horribly punishment for this insolence!" she hissed at them.

She walked off in a huff, cursing under her breath. When she came to another door she looked behind her, seeing that the two guards were not watching her she opened and slid into the room beside the spare bedroom that her grandfather, and probably Cindy Blake, were in. She closed the door behind her then checked around quickly, making sure that no one was in the room besides herself. When she was sure that she was the only one in the room she ran over to the wall and placed her hand on it, transforming as she did so into her true self. When she saw what was going on in the room beside her she looked up sharply and with and strong jump, leaped through the metallic roofing to the ducts and started crawling.

Cindy thought to herself it wasn't as bad as Master Vile, KuruVile was being forceful but not in the way his son had been with her, he was being gentle with her. He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, a long dark red thing with fine dark red lines all over it. He had rubbed it twice then had given it a squeeze before releasing it. Before she knew it, he had grabbed her hand and placed it on him, her fingertips had rubbed up against the head of his cock slightly before she tore her hand back and yelled no. He had simply laughed then grabbed her hand again, repeating the first attempt. In all, she had pulled her hand away from him four times before he stood up, scooping her up in the process with one arm. She struggled in his strong arm until she felt the sheets underneath of her and KurukVile sliding onto the bed beside her. Her blue eyes had grown wide and she had turned away, had attempted to crawl away actually. KurukVile had grabbed her legs and pulled her back, she was now facedown on the bed with him on top of her.

"Now see here, I've had a bad morning and so have you." he said in her ear. "Loosen up some. Not gonna hurt ya."

"Get off of me!" Cindy exclaimed. "Surely your wife would not approve!"

"Irka has given me permission." KurukVile replied. "Only for an hour though so we have to work quickly."

"I will not be working at all!" Cindy snarled, she tried to roll KurukVile from her back but found that he was too heavy and she couldn't.

"Now stop that, cooporate and things will go smoothly." KurukVile slipped his hand up her skirt.

Cindy turned around when she felt KurukVile shift his weight, she looked the monster up and down then slowly pulled herself from under him and sat up. KurukVile sat up then pulled her back to him, when she looked down she saw that one of his legs was on one side of her body and the other was on her other side. She looked back at him, her eyes fearful. He brought his hand up and cupped it beside her head, he wet his lips once then came in. She pushed back but it wasn't enough, she felt his lips, one side red and the other white, press up against her own. As he kissed her she felt his free hand go between her legs, down inside her underpants.

"Please don't hurt me." Cindy begged in a squeaky voice. "Master Vile... he really hurt me once and..."

"KurukVile Surfeit does not hurt women." he reassured her.

The next thing she knew was that she was on her back, her shirt was up and KurukVile was gently pinching her nipples. She only kissed him out of fear, thinking that if she did not comply with his wishes he would hurt her. After a few seconds of kissing he went down, his tongue sliding down her chin and neck until it reached her nipples. She gasped as he suckled on each nipple, a hand rubbing the one he wasn't dealing with at the moment. When his tongue went down her stomach and stopped at her skirt top she sat upright.

"Don't..." she said, she pushed his head away from her. "Please don't."

"Are all the women on this planet like yourself?" KurukVile asked her, he gave her a kiss on her thigh which made her shiver. "Tense and uncooperative?"

Her skirt went up and her underpants were taken down, although not by the standard way. KurukVile grabbed the top of her underpants with his teeth and pulled them down that way, to her it was a unique way, a somewhat twisted romantic way. As she was thinking about the way he had de-pantied her he spread her legs out wide, before she could say anything she felt his tongue slide into her walls. She fell back against the bed in a spasmatic shake and moan, KurukVile placed a hand each on her legs, keeping them apart, and continued licking her. He started going up and down with his tongue, then went side to side which got her to near scream out. She did scream when he did the twist-de-tongue on her.

Angel had reached an area where she could jump down into the room, she could see her grandfather well and Cindy as well. To her surprise, Cindy was screaming but she wasn't being held down, or at least not yet. It wasn't long before she did, though. KurukVile made one quick move and had himself inside of the meek little blonde woman, as soon as he started thrusting she started screaming and pushing him back, Angel heard her begging calls to her grandfather to get off which her grandfather would respond to by telling her to calm down. Angel's plan was to kick the vent down and jump down and attack her grandfather, but the duct had other ideas. She heard the grating, a screeching sound meaning that there was too much weight on it and it couldn't hold her up, then it gave away underneath of her and she dropped to the room underneath of her, a gasp of air came from her when her body flopped to the floor and she tasted blood, her teeth had clamped down on her lower lip.

KurukVile responded first, he turned around quickly and saw her. He forgot all about the small blonde haired woman underneath of him and tore across the floor towards Angel, Cindy screamed from the pain of him tearing himself out of her, she felt blood flowing. Angel was up and, although a wheeze was coming from her, she kicked her leg and it collided with her grandfather's waggling male parts directly. Her grandfather, it seemed, grew white all over, even the red parts of his body went a light color. He made gurgling sounds and dropped to his knees, it wasn't long before he was on his side, both of his hands were tightly clasped between his legs.

"Y-y-you alright?" Angel wheezed.

"Yes, I'm fine." Cindy replied, she had grabbed her underpants and slipped them back on and slid her shirt down over her breasts.

"Th-th-then l-l-lets go!"

Cindy ran past KurukVile, Angel stumble-walked, when they both got to the door Angel had regained some of her reflexes but not all. She raised her hands up and the door, along with a portion of the wall it was connected to, flew out, a cloud of flames behind it. The two guards that had been stationed at the door were squashed behind the wall that was around the door. Cindy ran down the hall with Angel behind her, she was still wheezing and there was now a river of blood going down her chin and a puddle of blood on the collar of her shirt. They ran by several guards and servants that stopped and gawked at them, they weren't bothered at all. That was, until a roar echoed through the hallway and five burly bug-like men wearing dark green uniforms charged after them. They didn't need to know who had roared, KurukVile had recovered from having his male parts kicked in and had ordered for them both to be captured. They saw the hatchway, it was closed, a red button was beside it. Not looking back, Angel threw an air punch and the button went green. When they ran out of the ship they saw that the sun was up fully now and it disoriented them greatly! They had ran from a ship that was dimly lit in the hallways into full daylight, Cindy tripped and fell to her knees, Angel grabbed her arm and dragged her some ways before she turned. With her arms held at angles she flipped the slab of Earth that Cindy was on, Cindy screamed as she disappeared underneath the slab. She would appear in Angel Grove, right smack in the middle of the park, a minute and a half later scared, bleeding a little, but perfectly fine.

Still disoriented from the sun, Angel ran blindly. She didn't know where she was going and she couldn't well see but she ran, she could hear behind her the following footsteps, her pursuers and attempted captors. After a few minutes of running around she finally got herself in order, she could see and when she looked back to see who was chasing her she turned up the heat on her inner engine. There were two insect-like men following her, two horrifying men that looked like Praying Mantis's that were wearing dark green uniforms, one holding a rope and the other holding a net, it also looked like both were holding riding crops.

She charged through the now vacant camp, grabbing and throwing anything in her path, when she saw a medium-sized rock she grabbed it with her elemental powers and twirled around, throwing it at her pursuers. They dodged it, when they added a fresh burst of speed they quickly closed the distance between her and them, there was now only a few feet between Angel and the two Mantis pursuers. She made clouds of dust fly out behind her, she made slabs of Earth rise and fall to create a sort of obstacle course, when she got close to the trees she made roots rise out of the ground, one of the Mantis guards closed in on her, she actually felt his tibia spines swipe at her back which caused her to veer away from the trees and go back to the vacant camp that had no trees, bushes and barely any rocks in it. Her sights caught on her father's ship and the thought of screaming out, just plain screaming out, and him coming out to put a stop to the chase crossed her mind. A tibia spine caught against her shirt's back and she made up her mind, she shot clear across the camp, screaming at the top of her lungs, screaming nothing in particular but making a lot of noise to attract attention. She was almost to the tongue-ramp when a net fell over her, when it was pulled tight her feet shot out from under her and she fell to the ground on her knees and elbows, the skin on those areas was scraped almost to the bone, she felt blood oozing from them areas but didn't care. She turned around and started thrashing her arms and legs about, one of the Mantis guards grabbed her legs and quickly bound her ankles together, the other wrapped the net around her tighter. She felt now like she was a Caterpillar in its last stage, she felt like the net was the cocoon and she had just wrapped herself in it to start her last cycle. She struggled still, twisting her body to and fro, the two Mantis guards looked at her as if she had grown a second head then one brought a long, thin and hollow tube to his mouth and blew. Angel saw the dart, it was as thin as a toothpick and had a few feathers on the end. The dart caught in her neck, it took effect almost immediately. She felt numb, lost all coordination in her extremities then her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

Master Vile ran through the corridor of his ship into the bright light of the single sun that Earth, his newly conquered planet, had. He had heard the screaming and had reacted a bit slow, he had been with his son, checking his vitals and making sure that he ate, when the screaming started. When he exited his ship he saw nothing, he walked around for a bit outside then turned to go inside, his shoe hit up against something and he leaned down to investigate it. It was a rock, a simple little rock. He was about to stand up and go back to his ship when he saw the strand of red hair that was caught underneath of it, the strand was so red it shined and he knew of only one being that had hair that did that. His own daughter. He saw a groove and followed it with his eyes, it started almost near the ramp that went to his ship's entrance and went off towards his father's ship. He followed the groove, his head bent low, his blue-tinted glasses almost slipped from his face but he caught them and pushed them back up the bridge of his sweaty nose. He stopped directly in front of his father's ship, there was fabric near the hatch of the ship and he picked it up. It was a light cotton material, light red in color, his daughter had been wearing a light red shirt, the sleeve of one arm ripped off while the other was still intact, that morning. He felt a great pain and noticed, to his surprise, that he had been holding his breath. He let it out in a long gasp then walked forward. He inserted his hands into the cracks of the hatch and with all the strength in his body he opened the hatch, a series of sparks flew out when the doors slid against their will on their tracks. A guard ran up to him when he took a step into the ship, when he saw who had forced the doors open he bowed his head low then backed off.

"Guard!" Master Vile shouted. "He has her does he not?"

"He does, sir." the guard replied, he backed off further.

"Where... Is... She?" Master Vile walked up to the guard and grabbed him by the neck. The guard placed his hands around Master Vile's arm and struggled some, Master Vile slammed the guard hard against the metallic wall. "Where is she!"

"In the dungeon..." the guard choked. "getting ready for punishment!"

Actually, the guard was far from the truth on what was going on in the dungeon. Angel had been carried off by the two Mantis guards and thrown into a cell, the net and ropes that were around her had been removed then she had been locked in. She had been asleep through all of the hustling and bustling of her being carted around, the drug that was on the tip of the dart had only a thirty minute run and when it ran out and she started to wake up she found she had a headache similar to the ones you got when you had a hangover. She shook her head, her eyes felt like they were about to fall from her face, then she stood up. She was shaky on her feet at first, her legs felt like rubber, but after she walked a few times around her cell they were acting normally. When her vision cleared she looked around.

She was in a dungeon, a darkly lit and dank smelling dungeon. She could see a long stone table at the far side of the room, it had a lot of different colored candles on it. There were red, yellow, purple, white, black and blue candles all over the top of the table, none of them were lit. A drape was to the far side of the table, it was dark red in color and looked heavy. The floor inside the cell was stone-like and cracked, the floor outside of the cell was as smooth as glass and dark red in color, there was a fine mist over top of it, the mist came from underneath of the single door of the room. There were many torches in the room, some on the walls and others on long poles, each had purple flames. She turned her head and saw that there was a large mirror in the room, it had her grandfather's reflection in it. She turned her head to look at the area across from the mirror, her grandfather wasn't there. When she heard a low growl she turned back to the mirror. The mirror's reflection became warped as her grandfather walked through it. He simply walked through the mirror by turning his shoulder and stepping through. Once he was through the mirror he walked over to her, his fiery red eyes glowed brilliantly and he was breathing heavily.

"Vew vin cut!" her grandfather said to her, his lips were so pressed together that his words didn't come out correctly.

Her grandfather must have been pretty pissed because the next few words he said were completely out of context and jumbled up that she couldn't understand them. She backed up, her grandfather had walked forward and was pressing himself against the cell's bars and she could smell his foul breath which held a hint of mints and another uplifting smell which didn't add much to freshen up his breath. Her grandfather's chest was heaving up and down, he was wheezing and coughing, at almost every word he would send a spray of spit at her. His hands were clinched into the tightest of fists she had ever seen, the veins bulged out in his arms and on the top of his hands, she wondered if the veins would burst. A few minutes after he had done his incoherent babblings he stopped speaking and started stamping his feet down, one after the other. He turned from the cell and went to a cabinet. As she watched, he grabbed the door and literally tore it from its hinges. She swallowed hard, inside of the large cabinet, which was stone and nearly the size of a dresser and colored dark red with black trimmings, was the largest assortment of whips and torture devices she had ever seen. Her grandfather was rummaging around in the cabinet when the door to the dungeon was thrown open, the mist that was coming from the crack on the bottom of the door swept back and cleared, near all of the mist in the room disappeared with the door's opening. Angel felt a pang of fear as her father ran into the room, he leaped over the three steps that went down from the door and tore across the room to the cell that she was in. She shook her head and started sending out a series of no's, she wrapped each of her hands tightly around the bars behind her.

"What have you done to her?" her father asked his father. "If you've touched a strand of hair on her head..."

"Silence!" KurukVile shouted. "This child is my granddaughter and she will be disciplined by me for all that she has done! Injuring my daughter and youngest son... your brother and sister! Injuring her brother, injuring her grandmother, you and putting us all through hell and back! You can punish whatever is left of her after I am done!"

"You lay a finger on her..." Master Vile started to say, a crack silenced him and made him jump back.

"You've tried the traditional methods! You've tried being gentle. You've tried transforming her into a child..." KurukVile counted on his fingers. "She needs the hard stuff, son. Not gentle and not traditional! She is like a pure wild horse who will not accept his master! She needs to be broken! Skin, spirit and heart!"

"No!" her father exclaimed. "Not heart! You mean to kill her and that is not punishment! Let me deal with her..."

"Absolutely not!" KurukVile shouted, he swung the whip again and it made another cracking sound. "You will have your chance! I'm not playing around anymore with her!"

KurukVile and her father spoke in their native tongue, Gamma-Vilian as she called it, then she saw her father reach out. He placed his hand on the whip that his father had in his hands and gently took it from him. Next thing she knew, her father wrapped his arm around KurukVile's shoulders and escorted him from the dungeon room, all the while talking in Gamma-Vilian. She heard their talking outside of the room, she heard their shoes clicking on the floor as they walked off. When it was silent she knew that her grandfather had been escorted fully from the dungeon. She let the breath of air she had been holding out then ran to the cells door and tried to open it. She found that it was tight against the frames, when she rattled the door it only made a clanging sound, it never budged. She next tried the bars of the cell, she rattled each bar trying to find a weak spot but found that each was well and firmly placed. With a frustrated sigh, she dropped to the floor, her knees held tightly against her chest.

She looked down at her elbows which were around her legs, scraped badly and still bleeding, her knees were also badly scraped and fresh blood was still trickling from them. A river of blood was running down both of her legs now, she was sure that it had run into the expensive brown leather boots that Dione had given her after her original pair had been replaced with the sandals that her grandfather had had ordered to be put on her when his servants had been ordered to redress her in the risqué outfit a short while ago. She looked at her shirt, it was light red with only one sleeve, and saw that there was a big hole in the side. Her jean shorts were dusted up, it was Spring now and the weather was warmer, she was now able to wear clothing appropriate for the warmer weather.

"The crystal around your neck, it is a gift from Dione." she remembered Helen telling her once. "She can see you through it, she can see if you are in need of something by looking into her mirror which has a link to the crystal. You can also call her by using the crystal but be warned. Only do this is you are in dire need of her help! We are always happy to have you as a visitor, we love you dearly! We are always willing to help you in your time of need."

Angel reached into her shirt, when she pulled her hand out she held the light red crystal that pulsed in the palm of her hand. She had been left this crystal as a baby, Bathilda had placed it in an envelope and hid it away, keeping it from her until she came back to Earth a hundred years after she entered Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic. She had worn it religiously ever since, never taking it off, not even when she showered or changed clothes. The chain around it was faux gold, a simple chain she had bought from a pawn shop broker some sixty years ago. Even when her grandfather had had her re-clothed he had not removed her crystal, and she was glad otherwise she'd probably not have it around her neck now. Her grandfather, it seemed to her, was not the one that accepted ones treasured possessions or honored such fashions. Angel stood up, with one quick jerk she had the chain that had the light red pulsating crystal hanging from it torn from her neck. She held it out at arms length, she had never done this and she hoped it would work.

"Dione!" she called out strongly. "I need your help! Your father has me captive!"

She held the crystal away from her for a few minutes then lowered it, she sighed disappointingly. She wrapped the chain around her neck and tied the ends together, the connections had been broken when she had ripped the crystal from her neck. Angel dropped to the floor then propped her head up against the bars, as she shook her head from side to side she never noticed the light blue cloud forming outside of the cell. When a voice spoke out from it she jumped up, she felt goose-flesh pop out on her arms.

"Angel..." the voice said, it sounded like Dione. "Angel are you there?"

"Dione!" Angel exclaimed. "Help please!"

"What's going on?" the cloud outside of the cell suddenly shaped into Dione's face. "What's wrong?"

"You're father has me held captive," Angel replied. "I'm in a cell in the dungeon room of his ship! I cannot get out!"

"Have you tried teleporting?" Dione asked.

Angel stood in the center of the cell, she thought hard and tried to teleport. It didn't work, all that happened was that a series of sparks sent her flying back against the bars of the cell. Her head had hit the back of the cell hard, she fought to not lose consciousness. She blinked her eyes a few times then stumbled forward, obviously her grandfather had canceled out her ability to teleport from his ship.

"That is a negative." Angel said, she shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness. "I have a feeling he has canceled out my powers as well."

"Who all is in the ship?" Dione asked her.

"Your father, Irka, my father and you father and Irka's kids." Angel replied. "But Dara Dara and Triskull are injured, they're holed up in a room some place."

"I'll send someone to help you out." Dione said, her image was starting to fade now. "Hang in there, don't lose the will to fight or the ability."

Angel had no choice but to wait, she hummed a song then whistled for a few minutes. To her, it seemed like an hour before she heard something that made her turn her head in the direction of the drape near the long stone table. She stood up, brushing dust from the seat of her pants, and looked in that direction. A hand presented itself around the drape then, suddenly, it was pulled back and Perniceie, Dione's only daughter, walked into full view. Perniceie looked around, her head rising and falling then turning left and right, when she saw Angel she stopped.

"Hello Angel." Perniceie said, she did not smile.

"Hello Perniceie," Angel said back. "horrible way to meet up with you."