Hello again. Many thanks to those who were kind enough to leave feedback. It means so much. Again, I am taking suggestions and requests, so submit them if you have any. :) Anyway, onward. This one was something I had written for a small one shot I posted a few years ago entitled 'Temptress', a story which shows Kirsty attempting to seduce Pinhead with mundane pleasures. This scenario seemed to drag things a little so I didn't include it in the final fic. But I thought I'd use it as a smallish drabble for this series. It was only half-written, and I have just finished editing it and fleshing it out, so I hope it makes some sense. I don't know what it is, but I just relish the idea of Kirsty seducing Pinhead, or attempting to at the very least. It's a turning of the tables scenario which I could actually see happen in the film-verse. XD Anyway, here we are. Hope you enjoy. More to come soon. - Laura

Helpless

She had fire in her belly. She was a survivor. He was aware of this. But Kirsty Cotton... a femme fatale? A seductress?

It appeared the once-innocent young girl who had begged for her soul years earlier would plumb even these depths to keep her soul safe.

Impressed as he was at her tenacity and gall, the Cenobite was beginning to feel frustrated, and dare he admit uncomfortable, the longer he was exposed to Kirsty Cotton's dreamworld shenanigans, to her sudden interest in him. Kirsty's behaviour was certainly growing more unusual with every dream he entered. Dreams that left him feeling angry, impotent...and painfully hard. The following dream he had trespassed on was no better.

He watched the scantily-clad vixen intently but with indifference, studying her movements. She was so close to him that he was beginning to question why he was permitting this contact. The facade of innocence was still spread across her beautiful face, but those obvious traces of innuendo remained. She craned her neck to look up into his ashen face, her half-lidded brown eyes meeting his never ending pools of onyx. Her skin was awash with blood...her own blood, arms riddled with deep cuts, nicks and slices, made from the very tools and weapons he had decorating his belt, which now felt incredibly lighter due to their absence. Kirsty had made use of each one once before his very eyes, then discarded it to the bed provided, the scarlet-tinged blood staining the white sheets.

But now, Kirsty's attention was elsewhere. Her breasts were mere touching distance from his chest, her provocatively lace bra almost brushing the pulsing bloody muscle, as her gaze lowered downwards. Ever stoic, the Cenobite Prince calmly wondered what had garnered her attention, then he felt a light tugging at his exposed naval.

Following her gaze, his eyes honed in on Kirsty's fingers fumbling and teasing along the length of his weapon-less belt, the leather feel of it cool under her exploring fingertips. He looked up at her face questioningly, but still retained his stoicism. Her pink lips had parted into a taunting pout as she concentrated all her attention on this one item of apparel.

"What are you doing?" the Prince asked, not unwavering just demanding, as Kirsty's fingers abruptly gave a forceful tug.

The Cenobite was agog at her actions...and utterly aroused; the groan that left his lips were a delightful blend of rapture, agony, and shock. Blood pumped from the nasty tear in his belly button, and Kirsty grinned ever so slightly as she paraded the Cenobite's belt briefly before him, and then casually let it drop to the floor.

What she did next earned an even more passionate growl of arousal from the pin-studded creature, and she revelled in his feebleness as she knelt before him...her tongue slivering sensually over his belly and lapping up the blood that she had shed.

Never before had he felt so helpless, especially when in the company of a mortal.

But Kirsty was no ordinary mortal, and he took care to remember that as he delved his fingers into her thick swath of curly hair, and brought her head closer. His own head tilted backwards as he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.