Authors Notes: ^_^ Yay! I want to make this the last chapter unless someone else throws me a bone so happy reading and THANKS! Again, I can't stress enough how much your reviews mean so much for this to happen! (Hugs you all with two big make believe stretchable arms)
James Dean: Enslavement wasn't so bad now was it? (muhahaha)
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It is said that you must learn how the unfortunate ones suffer in order to understand the depths of pain, humiliation and the horrible experiences your fellow mankind have endured. Dante need not have to go through this type of torture to understand what that would feel like. He was already trying to do lots of saving and rescuing with his undercover demon hunting job. The pay was not enough but it wasn't money that urged him on, but interestingly enough, it wasn't all about saving humans from his father's race of hellhounds. The whip that touched his skin felt like little bee stings. It wasn't as if it were that painful either. The woman got her rocks off by just seeing him in this dilemma.
Her little assistant brought a box to her and inside were different array of feathers. She giggled, "Oh yes, the ultimate tickling method! I always did love that kind of torture but I don't think that would work on him. Send that away."
Next, the short man brought small blades and a jar of salt. The woman grinned at this,
"Ah yes! I thought about cutting his flesh and rubbing salt in the wounds but no, no, that's not going to help either! He'll only cause his healing system to kick in as usual. Although….."
Thinking that his healing system was probably doing null right now due to the drug and keeping his devil trigger at bay was a good thing indeed. Then her subordinate mentioned something interesting,
"Mistress, what about if we bring a harem of beautiful sexy girls in here for him to torture him by not giving him pleasure?"
"What?" She rapped him another blow on the head. "What idiocy! What would I need other girls in here for? I have myself for that if I needed. And what is with you and naughty things?"
Squinting an eye at her he shuffled away, not replying back but mumbled to himself, "I was hoping to get my kicks off too."
They heard a crash, a crashing racket that sent the two on their heels. The woman made loud noises with her Hessian boots on the dungeon floor and she screamed out,
"Someone's gotten in! How the hell?"
When they both came out of the dungeon, there at the foot of the door entrance was a figurine. The sin scythe figurine that Dante had been tricked by breathing into the seductive smoke and surprise tactics but the mysterious woman was not to be tricked and yelled out,
"Whoever did this is pretty stupid to think I would be---.."
She didn't get to finish what she wanted to say as Trish hit her on the side of the head with her boot, devil triggering her way into the place, using her pistols to ask no questions and cause her own surprise strategy. Ever the action girl, Trish didn't give the other woman time to react or think. Using her power triggers on the sadistic woman, she kept coming at her opponent with those magical bullets, leaving not a trace of her breathing on the floor. The woman was knocked completely out. The short companion watched with horror and cowered in the corner, looked up at Trish with some greater awe then whimpered,
"Are you my mistress now?"
"Scram."
The man ran like hell, leaving his dead mistress on the floor. Trish wiped her hands and walked over the woman and into the dungeon entrance. The sight of Dante tied up and with interesting apparel really sent her to a fit of giggles. Then stopped when she saw him groaning and his eyes looking as if he were not coherent. Immediately setting him free, she took his clothes and helped him dress. Dante raggedly whispered,
"How did you manage to get her?"
"Well considering that she used sneak attacks to obviously get your guard down, I used sneak attack AND force." Trish smugly replied, avoiding the way Dante looked, keeping her eyes diverted.
Dante saw her glance over at his private areas and chortled out, "Trish, don't ask."
His partner looked around and saw the wide variety of torture devices, which gave her a wicked idea but still avoided Dante as the idea created a flush in her cheeks. She picked up the bottle of Viagra that was lying around. She quirked a curious brow at Dante, smiling knowingly,
"Don't tell me…….?"
"As if." Dante rolled his eyes and groaned. "I already have a difficult time getting it down, much less up." He added with a slight laugh as if to incite a chuckle from his partner. She shook her head, not finding anything humorous in that statement, a teasing smirk reflected back at him,
"No wonder I had to do the thinking around here. What with you boys not having enough blood flow going to your brains and all."
"Ha ha," was the snide playful retort, while Dante rolled his eyes and ushered Trish to move along. But as they both headed out to return to their homely office abode, Trish turned around,
"I forgot to give you something!"
"What?!"
She pulled out some coins from her tiny pocket, where a finely tuned eye could barely make out any compartment space whatsoever due to the fact that she wore skin tight pants, which left no room for such bulky change. Trish managed to pull out some nickels and pennies for Dante.
"Uh, yeah? What about it?" came the confused reply from the already battered demon hunter.
"Will this be enough for you to dance for me in those lovely pink thongs?"
There was a mischievous look in her eye as she said those words. She was expecting Dante to either come back with a deadly response or get back at her with something that would humble her enough to still the giggles that came from her mouth. It was a lovely thing to tease the hunter and even a better advantage since she knew he was still under the effects of the drug, leaving him open for clever and good-natured attacks. It was quite another to get him to respond in a much more different manner altogether. He pinned her against the wall, his arms snaked out to imprison her while the steel blue of his eyes bore into hers, a harsh whisper and a slight breath came,
"Trish, babe, if anyone is to wear any thongs around here, it'd be……."
He paused. She waited with bated breath, not because what he may have said was unoriginal but that he looked so vulnerable, deadly beautiful with those silver strands wispy like and hung down to make a shade of his eyes, and lowering lips to her ears. To Trish it seemed as if he were attempting to kiss her. The touch of his hot breath on her neck tickled but there were no kisses as he collapsed, his body heavy upon hers. The long haired blonde grunted and pushed her partner carefully up and set his body alongside of hers, setting his arms over so that she may carry him back to their home.
When Dante next awoke, he felt loads better and saw Trish with a tray of hot coffee, a plate of food and a package.
Wiping his silver hair back, he groaned, "What's with the package?"
"I don't know. It came for you." She shrugged and set the tray down. Dante picked up the package and opened it. Inside were a set of whips, a book on How to be a master and make your slave love it, and a set of thongs in a variety of rainbow colors. The demon hunter groaned aloud, "Trish, is this your idea of a joke?"
"OH!" she exclaimed. "Those are for me!"
"Trish."
"Yes."
"Explain."
"Well, I learned a lot while I was in Tibet."
"NO WAY!" Dante cried out, astonished. "Tibetan monks don't teach you torture!"
"Calm down, my impulsive half devil, I've learned an important lesson. And that is to concentrate on the things you want in this world." She said that as a matter of factly but Dante wanted to go to Tibet and wring a few monks necks if they got in her head that she was going to initiate this kind of method.
"Trish, those god fearing monks don't want much in this world when it comes to pleasure and pain. It's more about spirituality with them. What in the world has whips and panties have to do with spirituality?" Maybe he thought with a brief insight that she had truly flipped and all those self help books were warping her perception. Women, demon or human, they were all the same, taking things a bit too far and the lot of them, mischievous to a fault. Except for his mother, he respectively added.
"You don't think your mom was wiley to your father was he?"
That brought on a moment of shock and Dante sputtered, "Trish? Are you reading my mind?"
"Oh. That's what you were thinking? For shame!" laughing she assured him that that was purely coincidental. Then with a more sober expression, her voice lowered, schooled her features, asked a somber question,
"Dante, how do you feel? Are you alright? I mean she was cruel to you wasn't she? It must be terrible to be humiliated like that."
"Yes, it was."
Sighing, he laid his head back, setting the back of his arm over his forehead and sighed deeply, and it seemed as if he were shuddering. Trish became instantly concerned, edging closer to him and wanting to hold him but was hesitant to.
"I don't know if I can ever over come what had happened to me."
"Dante."
"I mean, having a woman over power you like that, I was going completely nuts. The drugs, the feeling of helplessness, the pain of not being able to use your powers and being enslaved, it was very painful and can leave a mere mortal man burned, branded, stained forever with the dark path of the insult. It can bring any man to hurt back others, or bring him to be cowering in his own shadow."
The full impact of his words brought a raised eyebrow from Trish. It wasn't everyday that Dante became so philosophical about things but surprisingly so, it brought on a different side to him. Her heart reached out to him. She wanted to hold him close and make him feel safe. For the first time since she's known Dante, she wanted to protect him instead of the other way around. Sure, helping him during that time when Mundus nearly kicked his butt back at Mallet was another thing, but here, right now, with his ordeal, she felt moved to keep him safe like…….like a mother. It horrified her and gave her a little sadness. Her face was forever a blessing and a curse.
"Trish."
"What, Dante?"
"How did you manage to find me?"
"To tell you the truth I don't know. I just felt it you know. I know that sounds utterly strange but there was this figurine and it somehow gave me clues. A flash of something, like a psychic connection or something gave me images of you in a dungeon, a place where the signs of the streets would name itself in my mind."
Dante stared at her. "You never told me you had psychic abilities, Trish."
"I don't. I think it's just something that had to do with you." she shrugged, noting the drawn and worn out look he took on. Poor thing, she thought to herself, and making sure she would be there for him, give him comfort also brought on a feeling of supreme motherly affection. Dante didn't say much to what she commented and asked in a lowered tone,
"Would you do something very important for me?" his voice was raspy, there was a slight edge of rough emotion in them. Trish, ever concerned breathed in,
"Anything!"
"Will you tie me up and this time you wear those thongs?"
James Dean: Enslavement wasn't so bad now was it? (muhahaha)
______________________
It is said that you must learn how the unfortunate ones suffer in order to understand the depths of pain, humiliation and the horrible experiences your fellow mankind have endured. Dante need not have to go through this type of torture to understand what that would feel like. He was already trying to do lots of saving and rescuing with his undercover demon hunting job. The pay was not enough but it wasn't money that urged him on, but interestingly enough, it wasn't all about saving humans from his father's race of hellhounds. The whip that touched his skin felt like little bee stings. It wasn't as if it were that painful either. The woman got her rocks off by just seeing him in this dilemma.
Her little assistant brought a box to her and inside were different array of feathers. She giggled, "Oh yes, the ultimate tickling method! I always did love that kind of torture but I don't think that would work on him. Send that away."
Next, the short man brought small blades and a jar of salt. The woman grinned at this,
"Ah yes! I thought about cutting his flesh and rubbing salt in the wounds but no, no, that's not going to help either! He'll only cause his healing system to kick in as usual. Although….."
Thinking that his healing system was probably doing null right now due to the drug and keeping his devil trigger at bay was a good thing indeed. Then her subordinate mentioned something interesting,
"Mistress, what about if we bring a harem of beautiful sexy girls in here for him to torture him by not giving him pleasure?"
"What?" She rapped him another blow on the head. "What idiocy! What would I need other girls in here for? I have myself for that if I needed. And what is with you and naughty things?"
Squinting an eye at her he shuffled away, not replying back but mumbled to himself, "I was hoping to get my kicks off too."
They heard a crash, a crashing racket that sent the two on their heels. The woman made loud noises with her Hessian boots on the dungeon floor and she screamed out,
"Someone's gotten in! How the hell?"
When they both came out of the dungeon, there at the foot of the door entrance was a figurine. The sin scythe figurine that Dante had been tricked by breathing into the seductive smoke and surprise tactics but the mysterious woman was not to be tricked and yelled out,
"Whoever did this is pretty stupid to think I would be---.."
She didn't get to finish what she wanted to say as Trish hit her on the side of the head with her boot, devil triggering her way into the place, using her pistols to ask no questions and cause her own surprise strategy. Ever the action girl, Trish didn't give the other woman time to react or think. Using her power triggers on the sadistic woman, she kept coming at her opponent with those magical bullets, leaving not a trace of her breathing on the floor. The woman was knocked completely out. The short companion watched with horror and cowered in the corner, looked up at Trish with some greater awe then whimpered,
"Are you my mistress now?"
"Scram."
The man ran like hell, leaving his dead mistress on the floor. Trish wiped her hands and walked over the woman and into the dungeon entrance. The sight of Dante tied up and with interesting apparel really sent her to a fit of giggles. Then stopped when she saw him groaning and his eyes looking as if he were not coherent. Immediately setting him free, she took his clothes and helped him dress. Dante raggedly whispered,
"How did you manage to get her?"
"Well considering that she used sneak attacks to obviously get your guard down, I used sneak attack AND force." Trish smugly replied, avoiding the way Dante looked, keeping her eyes diverted.
Dante saw her glance over at his private areas and chortled out, "Trish, don't ask."
His partner looked around and saw the wide variety of torture devices, which gave her a wicked idea but still avoided Dante as the idea created a flush in her cheeks. She picked up the bottle of Viagra that was lying around. She quirked a curious brow at Dante, smiling knowingly,
"Don't tell me…….?"
"As if." Dante rolled his eyes and groaned. "I already have a difficult time getting it down, much less up." He added with a slight laugh as if to incite a chuckle from his partner. She shook her head, not finding anything humorous in that statement, a teasing smirk reflected back at him,
"No wonder I had to do the thinking around here. What with you boys not having enough blood flow going to your brains and all."
"Ha ha," was the snide playful retort, while Dante rolled his eyes and ushered Trish to move along. But as they both headed out to return to their homely office abode, Trish turned around,
"I forgot to give you something!"
"What?!"
She pulled out some coins from her tiny pocket, where a finely tuned eye could barely make out any compartment space whatsoever due to the fact that she wore skin tight pants, which left no room for such bulky change. Trish managed to pull out some nickels and pennies for Dante.
"Uh, yeah? What about it?" came the confused reply from the already battered demon hunter.
"Will this be enough for you to dance for me in those lovely pink thongs?"
There was a mischievous look in her eye as she said those words. She was expecting Dante to either come back with a deadly response or get back at her with something that would humble her enough to still the giggles that came from her mouth. It was a lovely thing to tease the hunter and even a better advantage since she knew he was still under the effects of the drug, leaving him open for clever and good-natured attacks. It was quite another to get him to respond in a much more different manner altogether. He pinned her against the wall, his arms snaked out to imprison her while the steel blue of his eyes bore into hers, a harsh whisper and a slight breath came,
"Trish, babe, if anyone is to wear any thongs around here, it'd be……."
He paused. She waited with bated breath, not because what he may have said was unoriginal but that he looked so vulnerable, deadly beautiful with those silver strands wispy like and hung down to make a shade of his eyes, and lowering lips to her ears. To Trish it seemed as if he were attempting to kiss her. The touch of his hot breath on her neck tickled but there were no kisses as he collapsed, his body heavy upon hers. The long haired blonde grunted and pushed her partner carefully up and set his body alongside of hers, setting his arms over so that she may carry him back to their home.
When Dante next awoke, he felt loads better and saw Trish with a tray of hot coffee, a plate of food and a package.
Wiping his silver hair back, he groaned, "What's with the package?"
"I don't know. It came for you." She shrugged and set the tray down. Dante picked up the package and opened it. Inside were a set of whips, a book on How to be a master and make your slave love it, and a set of thongs in a variety of rainbow colors. The demon hunter groaned aloud, "Trish, is this your idea of a joke?"
"OH!" she exclaimed. "Those are for me!"
"Trish."
"Yes."
"Explain."
"Well, I learned a lot while I was in Tibet."
"NO WAY!" Dante cried out, astonished. "Tibetan monks don't teach you torture!"
"Calm down, my impulsive half devil, I've learned an important lesson. And that is to concentrate on the things you want in this world." She said that as a matter of factly but Dante wanted to go to Tibet and wring a few monks necks if they got in her head that she was going to initiate this kind of method.
"Trish, those god fearing monks don't want much in this world when it comes to pleasure and pain. It's more about spirituality with them. What in the world has whips and panties have to do with spirituality?" Maybe he thought with a brief insight that she had truly flipped and all those self help books were warping her perception. Women, demon or human, they were all the same, taking things a bit too far and the lot of them, mischievous to a fault. Except for his mother, he respectively added.
"You don't think your mom was wiley to your father was he?"
That brought on a moment of shock and Dante sputtered, "Trish? Are you reading my mind?"
"Oh. That's what you were thinking? For shame!" laughing she assured him that that was purely coincidental. Then with a more sober expression, her voice lowered, schooled her features, asked a somber question,
"Dante, how do you feel? Are you alright? I mean she was cruel to you wasn't she? It must be terrible to be humiliated like that."
"Yes, it was."
Sighing, he laid his head back, setting the back of his arm over his forehead and sighed deeply, and it seemed as if he were shuddering. Trish became instantly concerned, edging closer to him and wanting to hold him but was hesitant to.
"I don't know if I can ever over come what had happened to me."
"Dante."
"I mean, having a woman over power you like that, I was going completely nuts. The drugs, the feeling of helplessness, the pain of not being able to use your powers and being enslaved, it was very painful and can leave a mere mortal man burned, branded, stained forever with the dark path of the insult. It can bring any man to hurt back others, or bring him to be cowering in his own shadow."
The full impact of his words brought a raised eyebrow from Trish. It wasn't everyday that Dante became so philosophical about things but surprisingly so, it brought on a different side to him. Her heart reached out to him. She wanted to hold him close and make him feel safe. For the first time since she's known Dante, she wanted to protect him instead of the other way around. Sure, helping him during that time when Mundus nearly kicked his butt back at Mallet was another thing, but here, right now, with his ordeal, she felt moved to keep him safe like…….like a mother. It horrified her and gave her a little sadness. Her face was forever a blessing and a curse.
"Trish."
"What, Dante?"
"How did you manage to find me?"
"To tell you the truth I don't know. I just felt it you know. I know that sounds utterly strange but there was this figurine and it somehow gave me clues. A flash of something, like a psychic connection or something gave me images of you in a dungeon, a place where the signs of the streets would name itself in my mind."
Dante stared at her. "You never told me you had psychic abilities, Trish."
"I don't. I think it's just something that had to do with you." she shrugged, noting the drawn and worn out look he took on. Poor thing, she thought to herself, and making sure she would be there for him, give him comfort also brought on a feeling of supreme motherly affection. Dante didn't say much to what she commented and asked in a lowered tone,
"Would you do something very important for me?" his voice was raspy, there was a slight edge of rough emotion in them. Trish, ever concerned breathed in,
"Anything!"
"Will you tie me up and this time you wear those thongs?"