Butch felt his eye twitch in excitement as he descended the stairs to the basement. His captive was still blindfolded and screaming bloody murder. He silently toyed with the idea of a gag, but discarded it after a particularly nasty curse fell from her plump lips. One of his favorite things about her was that mouth. And there were plenty of ways to shut her up.

He opened an old wooden door, slamming it behind him. He doubted his brothers would interrupt his fun for awhile, but one could never be too careful. He continued through the dirt hallway, stopping at the first cell he came to. It was a simple square structure, with iron bars stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Only the floor was dirt, with the ceiling strewn in clinical white lights. On the walls were chains of various lengths. On the walls facing the cells were various torture devices. It was an added torture to see the very weapons that would be used on you. That was Butch's opinion at least.

He entered the cell, dropping Buttercup unceremoniously to the ground. She yelped, rolling over into a seated position.

"Just you wait! Once I'm out of here I promise you'll be sorry you and your idiotic brothers even dared put your ugly mugs anywhere near me and my sisters-" She was cut off as he bent down and kissed her, squeezing her arm until her mouth opened in a gasp. His tongue invaded shortly after, claiming her virgin tongue. He suppressed a moan at her taste. It was perfect. Forbidden fruit truly was the best.

He pulled back when she finally managed to bite him. He grinned, the coppery taste of blood flooding his mouth. He licked his lips as he dragged her over to the back of the cell. It was already better than his dark fantasies. He grabbed the ones that would force her to stand with her arms above her head. Buttercup squirmed, but she was severely disadvantaged without her sight, and with the ever present weakness flooding her system as the Antidote X continued to invade her system. When Butch had finished hooking her up, he took in her panting form. Buttercup stood awkwardly with her arms raised completely over her head. As a result, her chest was more pronounced, heaving with each breath. Her shapely legs shifted as she tried and failed to find a comfortable position. He couldn't see her eyes, but he could imagine the look in them.

He moved toward her again, ripping her flimsy dress in two. Buttercup shrieked, her arms automatically moving to cover herself before the chains reminded her of the futility of the action. Butch practically purred at the arousing sight before him. Her stomach was toned, slightly lighter than her arms and legs. He couldn't stop himself from running his calloused hands up and down her form, only staying away from her chest as he cemented the feel of her upper body in his mind. He wouldn't be able to restrain himself if he fully touched her now. Buttercup froze as his lips suddenly descended on her neck. Her pulse jumped at the action, and her traitorous lips let out a soft moan. Both she and Butch had frozen at the simple sound. She couldn't see it, but his passive face had turned downright mischievous.

"Why Butterbutt. Are you enjoying this?" Buttercup refused to answer, but her breathing quickened when he traced a finger on her leg. Butch watched her reactions with laser like focus. When he added more pressure to her inner thigh and heated his hands, her legs began to squirm. He pulled back immediately, dangerously close to losing control of himself. He couldn't rush this very interesting development. They may have been counterparts, but he never imagined they would be similar in this sense as well. He closed and locked the cell behind him. Buttercup looked in his direction at the sound, once again straining at the cuffs.

"Let me out of here Butch! Butch! Bastard!" He shivered as her throaty growl washed over him. It had been too long since his name had fallen from her lips. He couldn't wait until she was screaming it.

Buttercup listened as he ignored her and kept walking. A fainter sound of another door slamming let her know she was truly alone. She slumped against the wall as much as she could, her arms already screaming in protest. Unbidden, her mind flashed back to the kiss he gave her, and the way his lips felt on her suddenly heated skin. She had liked it. She, Buttercup Utonium, had been disappointed for a second after his lips had left her neck. Buttercup smiled ruefully, disgusted with herself. She cursed Butch all the time for the monster he was. But if she was getting off to something like this, what did that make her? It was the very reason she hated being anywhere near him. He always brought out the dark part of her she didn't even know she had. And no matter how much she would deny it, that unknown part of her scared her. Especially this new part that seemed to enjoy Butch's clear violation of her.

"How twisted." What would her sisters think of her now?

Bubbles had refused to utter a word as Boomer had carried her. He'd finally stopped and dropped her on a plush rug, his soft footsteps fading slightly as he walked away from her. Bubbles immediately shifted around, inching back where she prayed the door was. Boomer had grabbed one of her legs without strain, yanking her back to her original position. Angry tears escaped her eyes as she turned in his direction.

"Unchain me Boomer." The firm tone of her voice left no room for argument. Boomer grinned. The defiant young woman before him was nothing like the shy warrior that had clashed with him when they were younger. She had always had a quiet strength, but she was always hesitant to resolve issues she believed could be solved with words first. It seemed even now that belief held firm. But from her coiled muscles, he had no doubt she'd resort to violence once she realized he wouldn't be reasoned with. He grinned as he moved his hands from behind his back, crouching down to be eye level with her.

"No can do. I've wanted you too long." Bubbles fought the blush that threatened to rise onto her cheeks. Her anger and confusion soon replaced it when she felt something cold go around her neck.

"What..." The material rubbing against her neck felt like leather, and when she moved there was a distinct jingling sound. Like a bell was attached. Her eyes widened in understanding behind her blindfold. She angrily jerked away from the dirty blond.

"Did you just collar me?!" Boomer grinned, moving around her to unlock the chains binding her wrists. Bubbles's hands flew to her neck, desperate to get the offending object off her. Boomer only watched in amusement.

"You won't be getting that off. It's remote controlled. It's also coated in a thin layer of Antidote X. You won't get as sick as you did from the chains, but you won't be using your powers any time soon either." Bubbles whipped her head around to look in his direction, beautiful face twisted in a scowl.

"What kind of sick game is this?! I'm not some pet!" Boomer only grinned wider at her words. Oh how wrong she was.

"Not some. Mine." He needed to see those breath taking blue eyes. He removed her blindfold, waiting patiently as her eyes adjusted to the bright room. As soon as they did, she locked onto him. She lunged forward with a cry, knocking him over. He let her, perfectly content to be under her. Her baby blue eyes were aflame in righteous anger, practically cursing his entire existence.

"Take this off Boomer! And where are my sisters? Take me to them now!" He tsk'd, pressing a button on a remote Bubbles hadn't noticed he had been holding. A shock coursed through her as she jolted, her body spasming as it coursed through her.

"Sorry to burst your bubble doll, but I'm in charge here." She panted as the shocks ceased, her generous chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Boomer suddenly walked to the other side of the room, grabbing his sketch pad. As she lay on his floor with tears in her eyes, looking helplessly at the ceiling, Boomer worked furiously to capture the moment. Even as disheveled as she was, she was beautiful. Finally, his muse had returned. And she was all his.

Blossom had glared at her surroundings, arms crossed resolutely under her chest. While not as big as her sisters, it was still quite generous. A detail only enhanced by the fact she was unknowingly pushing them up. Brick, however, couldn't care less at the moment. They stopped at the entrance to a garden maze. Blossom blinked, thoroughly confused as Brick set her on her feet. He silently unlocked the chains around her wrists. Blossom rubbed her sore wrists as she looked at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

"What're we doing here Brick?" Brick grinned innocently, gesturing to the entrance to the maze.

"I want you to complete it."

"And why would I do that?"

"If you do, I'll release you and your sisters. You'll be free to do as you like." Blossom was immediately suspicious. The maze seemed relatively straight forward. No way was it this simple.

"You give me your word?" Brick nodded, that deceivingly innocent look still stuck on his face.

"I give you my word." Brick was many things, but he wasn't a liar. He was a firm believer in his word being his bond. He watched as Blossom relaxed and squared her shoulders. She gave him one last suspicious look before stepping into the maze. He dropped the innocent pretense as soon as she was out of sight.

"For someone so smart, you're certainly too trusting Pinky."