While Sam, Tucker and Valerie were wandering around the Ghost Zone in hopes to rescue their friend, Cordelia strolled through the hallways of the ghost lair donning the same sultry attire from the gym the night she abducted Sam. Cordelia hummed as she skipped down the corridor, her hair fluttering in the air as Luciana trailed after her with the hem of her black robe in hand. "It worked, it worked, it worked! My plan actually worked! Can you believe it, Luci?!" Cordelia squealed.
"I knew your plan would work, my queen. Your brilliancy had never failed us before," Lucia gushed.
"I must admit, there were times I had my doubts. There were a few things that I didn't expect happening, like Desiree's attack the first time we arrived, and the incident at Axion Labs, but we did it! And now I've finally reclaimed my rightful seat on the social hierarchy! I'm so happy!" Cordelia continued. To express her glee, Cordelia began to dance ballet, performing chaine turns, jumped into a grand jete, and landed in an arabesque position. "I can see it now: Me and Danny walking down Casper High hand in hand, as everyone else stares at us in both awe and envy! And then later, we'll skip class just to have sex underneath the bleachers! Eek, I can hardly wait!"
"And Manson? What will become of her now that she has escaped?" Lucia questioned
Cordelia cackled and threw her head back, her laughter ringing throughout the house. "Let her come, then! It'll be her death that awaits her! If she knows what's good for, she'll be well on her way to France off to that boarding school," she guffawed and flips her hair over her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a king to please. You and Luka stand guard, and do not summon me unless I am direly needed? Understood?"
"Yes, my queen." Luciana curtsied and bowed her head, then turned around and walked off in the opposite direction. Cordelia walked her saunter off in search of her brother before turning around and continued to walk down the hallway. The eerie glow of the Ghost Zone saturated its way through the window and lit its light onto the empty corridor. The closer Cordelia got to her bedroom, the more excited she became. She couldn't help but to think back to Lucia's comment about Sam Manson. Seeing how persistent she was trying to dissuade Danny into submitting to her, it wouldn't be too much of a shocker to know that she was somewhere around the Ghost Zone searching for Danny. However, even if Sam were to appear in hopes to rescue Danny, she is a thousand lightyears too late. With the lust of Amity Park coursing through her veins, and her powers increased to a tenfold, challenging Cordelia is a mere death just waiting to happen.
Cordelia stops in front of her bedroom and shoves the double arched door open, and smiled at what she sees. Knelt down on the floor was Danny, wearing an H-shaped leather harness across his chest, a black jockstrap with a bejeweled bee design, and a ball gag fit snug in his mouth. Cordelia coos and slides the ball out out of Danny's mouth and rakes her hand through his hair. "What a handsome king you are, all dressed up for me! Were you waiting for me, my love?" She purrs.
"Yes, my queen. All for you," Danny responded in a daze.
Cordelia pokes her heels out from under her robe and rests it on top of Danny's dick, slowly rubbing it. The sounds of his moans were music to her ears. "You're angry at me. I can smell the undertone of anger beneath the lust," she states. "You're probably asking yourself 'Why, Cora? Why would you go to such lengths for a crown?' And the answer is simple: it's because it's very important to me."
"C-cordelia," Danny moans.
"I grew up in a very affluent and abundant neighborhood in Georgia, to two permissive and acquiescent parents, who showered me with all my heart's desires, so long as I behaved. At a very young age, I developed a two-faced personality. But with all the jewels in the world, I soon became bored and craved my attention towards a different path: boys. And with all the money in the world, it wasn't hard to score a quickie in the locker room. The more boys that fell to my charms, the more my reputation as the school slut grew as Little Miss Harlot. You would think I'd be ashamed and regret it, but I didn't. In fact, I grew obsessed. I became untouchable, invincible, as my status as Queen Bee flourished. I am the HBIC, and my rank as Homecoming Queen was proof of that. It's all that ever made me happy. That is, until now."
"I-I'm going to come, my queen!" Cordelia grinned wickedly and removed her heel from Danny's dick, then yanks him up to his feet by his wrist and shoves him onto the bed, discarding her robe and his jockstrap onto the floor before pressing her lips against Danny's. Cordelia and Danny made out fervently, their hands tracing every inch of each body. "Mmm, Cora," Danny moans in ecstasy. "More, mommy."
"Mommy? Just how kinky are you, Fenton?" She teases him. Cordelia begins trailing her lips down his body, from his neck all the way down to his crotch. She laced her fingers with Danny's and looks up at him innocently as she slowly laps her tongue against the shaft of his dick. "I would say that I'm sorry, that I didn't wish for things to go this way, but I'm not. I'm sorry sorry for what I did, and I'll admit that I'm the type of person who is willing to watch others get hurt for my benefit. Whether it's Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen, Pageant Princess, or whatever the case may be, it's important to be. It completes me, makes me feel whole. Makes me feel powerful, in control… wanted."
Cordelia crawls on top of Danny and cups his face in her hand, rubbing her thumbs against his cheek. "You can be mad all you want, I won't judge. Blast me, or use that Ghostly Wail of yours, I don't care. All I ask from you is that you don't rob this moment from me. Please, let me burn this memory into my brain forever and ever. Let me feel like a true queen."
The door suddenly swung open and Luka barges his way inside the bedroom. "Luka, I thought I left strict instructions with your sister to stand guard and to summon me if needed! Why are you here?" Cordelia demanded.
Luka stares for a brief moment before pointing to his face. "Cordelia, you're crying. Are you okay?" he asked her.
Cordelia touched the side of her felt and felt damp streaks running down her face. "Fuck," she whispers and hastily wiped her face down dry. "Never mind that. Why are you here? You should be guarding the house with your sister."
"They're here! Sam, Tucker, and that other girl Valerie, are outside! Lucia is outside fending them off!" Luka announced.
"What?" She shrieked. Cordelia growls and snaps her fingers, switching her outfit back to her villain ensemble and kissing Danny's cheek. "I'll be right back, my love! Stay here and don't let Danny leave!"
"Yes, my queen!" Luka answered back with a bow.
Cordelia huffed and stormed out of the bedroom. The sounds of argument and blasting shook throughout the entire manor, and with every inch closer to the battle scene, Cordelia's anger rose up. This time, there was no holding back.
This was war.
"Goodamn, this a big house!" Tucker yelled out in surprise.
After so many twists and turns, the trio had finally arrived at Cordelia's lair. Just as the ghost girl from earlier had described it, the lair was a large, white mansion with two pink willow trees standing at the sides of the house and a wall surrounding the premises with a wrought-iron entrance gate at the front. Parked in front of the house was a long stretch white limo, and in the middle of the circle driveway was a fountain with a statue of Cupid holding a bow with a quiver of arrows on his back, spewing water out from his mouth. "Big is an understatement, it's ginormous! This place is so big, it makes Vlad Master' house look small!" Valerie added.
"C'mon, let's go! We don't have time to waste!" Sam yelled at them and ran up the stairs and shoved the doors open. Greeting her was a lavish foyer with a grand split staircase with a circular black table in the middle, a crystal raindrop-style chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Throughout the entire house was marble flooring, and from the front door Sam could capture a glimpse of what seemed to be a living room or some sort of seating area. "Danny, where are yo-mmmph!" Sam was cut off by Valerie shoving a cookie in her mouth.
"Girl, have you lost your damn mind? We are in enemy territory, and the first thing you do is scream out for Danny? Do you want us to be killed?" Valerie chastised Sam.
Sam swallowed the cookie and glared at Valerie. "Where the fuck did you get a cookie and why did you shove it in my mouth?" She hissed out.
"We were hungry and I didn't know how long we'd be out here, so I stole a whole platter from the dance," Tucker explains. He holds up a sugar cookie with pink icing resembling a corset and pops it in his mouth.. "But Valerie's right. Cordelia orchestrated this entire thing from the start. Who knows what other tricks she has up her sleeve? For all we know, she could be expecting us, and we just walked right in her trap. Don't you think we should plan a bit?"
"There's no time to plan, Tucker! Amity Park is in danger, Danny's in danger! And now's not the time to be eating cookies and arguing! We need to find Danny!" Sam argued
"You think we don't know that, Sam? We care about Danny Danny just as much as you do, but we're in unfamiliar territory! One little fuck up could not only does Danny get hurt, but entire city! You said it yourself that if Danny didn't submit to Cora, she'd take the entire city down to its grave. We have to plan this carefully," Valerie argued back.
"Oh, and do you have a plan to stop them, Miss Perfect?" Sam snapped.
Valerie glared at her and snatched the keys out of Sam's grip and marched out of the mansion. "God, you can be such a bossy bitch! No wonder why Danny dumped you," Valerie grumbled.
Sam and Tucker watched her climb back into the Specter Speeder and drive off, leaving the two stranded in the mansion. "Fine, just leave! Didn't fucking need you in the first place, hoe! Tucker and I got this in the bag! Right, Tucker?"
"Uh…." Tucker trailed off and pointed at the top of the staircase with a trembling finger. Sam followed his gaze and locked eyes with Luka and Lucia, who stood on top of the railing wit devious grins across their faces, their fists glowing of ecto-energy.
"Well, well, well, look who came to join the Homecoming afterparty! Unfortunately for you, VIP only, and you didn't make the list," Lucia sneers.
"Give me back my friend, skank!" Tucker hollered.
"Don't call my sister a skank, Four-Eyes!" Luka snaps and fires an ecto-ray at Tucker. Tucker smirks and crosses his arms in an arrogant stance, but quickly cripples over as he coughs up blood as he is sent flying out into the driveway, crashing against the limousine.
"Tucker!" Sam cries out. She runs over to Tucker, but Lucia somersaults in the air and lands in front of Sam, lashing her sharp nails at her. Sam narrowly escape and fires her own blasts at Lucia from her wrist rays, but Lucia easily dodges by pulling off back handsprings and lands in a split, firing off her own ecto-ray at Sam. The ghostly energy crashes into Sam's abdomen and reels her back against the round table, smashing the table into bits and skidding across the floor. She groans in pain and aggressively coughs, trying to regain her breath. How was this even possible. Here in the Ghost Zone, the roles were reversed, meaning that humans were the ghosts and the ghosts were humans. But here she was, getting her ass beat ever so effortlessly. Why?
"Haven't anyone told you to expect the unexpected, Manson?"
Sam wheezes and forcefully pushes herself up to her and looks up at Cordelia, her glowing red eyes and ecto-charged fists ready for battle. "I'm taking Danny with me, slut," Sam gasps.
"Over my dead body, bitch."