A Hero In The House of Horrors (Starboy vs ???)

[DSX93]

"Vain?" Daeva shot him a grin. Light, mockingly so. Like she knew that she was dealing with someone who was completely and utterly powerless against her. Yet with a touch of menace, flashing the fangs that were still stained with his blood. And...knowing. Because of course she knew. "You weren't listening." She would allow a brief pause, one that was intended to speak for her. Again, she knew. She knew exactly what it was that deafened his ears. "You have conviction. But you are not infallible. It is exactly as you advertise in your very name: You are but a boy."

Daeva stood, taking a couple steps back so her feet would be level with his waist at the sides, reaching down to claim a handful of his hair. She would pull, not yank, until he was nearly seated upright. Before he could achieve that balance, her other hand would come down to cup his chin, twisting in tandem until his neck had reached its rotational limit. Then they would continue, acting as a leash. The vampiress would walk just a few steps ahead, with the pull forcing compliance. Leaving him no choice but to follow, for him to turn the rest of his body over. In pulling his head back, she would bring him to his knees, rather than simply turning him prone.

That would be when she finally took to a side, crouching down on one knee, utilizing another pull to lay him across it. With Evelyn's advice repeating in her head, she would start with a "better feel" of him. A greedy hand's caress of a nicely toned backside, and a few taps of warning. "Reckless!" Her tone was sharp and scolding. The first strike an experiment; she put that snap in her wrist before the point of impact. Would it sting? "Charging headlong into the lion's den!" The second, she would follow through. A thudding strike. "Without even knowing who you would face!" Snap. "How many of us there are!" Follow through. "Did you even have a plan?" Snap. "There are others more tainted than I, Starboy!" Follow through. "You will meet them all." Snap. "And you may find me to be the kindest among them. Are you prepared for that?"

Follow through...

[Jaystar]

Sometimes, it was the smallest things, the most delicate gestures, that ended up making a huge difference.

This moment was one of those.

Star was starting to progress nicely with the process of getting his head back into the game. He was clearing up confused thoughts, adopting a heroic attitude and words again, starting to relight his defiance again... When Daeva flashed her fangs.

Small, and simple gesture. But one that was so playfully dominant, so exotic and unique... And one that immediately got once again deep into Starboy's head. And seeing the hints of his own blood still staining those fangs wasn't even the determining factor here... No, it was the reminiscence of the situation when he had been so controlled, and owned by the villainess, that it was the feeling that was taking him over inside once again.

Now he certainly was listening. The first couple of sentences were fine... He could have signed those off. But then... "You are but a boy"?!?

That notion opened up another can of worms inside the aspiring superhero's head.

Yes, he was Starboy. But he had never really thought about it that way. Of course, back when he had invented the name for his alter ego - or rather, when Lena had invented the name for his alter ego, he had basically been her boyfriend. Of course, he had been younger then than now too... But he had never really thought that the name could end up getting... Outdated? That he could perhaps grow out of it?

But despite all that, it was now what Daeva had managed to get him feeling. Questioning his whole existence, really... Well, when it came to being Starboy.

"Starman" though? That sounded just absurd.

"Ouch!" The hero's self-questioning thoughts got abruptly interrupted by Daeva grabbing a fistful of his hair, seemingly pulling the hero out of his daydreaming. And pulling him in all sorts of different ways too, as Star soon found out by being forced to follow the villainess, like a dog on a leash... Except that he wasn't on a leash, just under the tight control of Daeva's grip. It must had looked pretty humiliating... But admittedly, it did feel pretty hot too.

The hero seemed rather compliant despite his position, all the way until Daeva laid him across one of her knees. That was when suddenly, his expression and demeanor changed.

Yes, being in this position was hot... Getting punished like this was hot.

But this was a boy getting punished. Not a strong and convicted superhero getting punished.

Daeva's words had quickly turned against her. Instead of managing to spank the hero deeper into compliant humiliation, she was only getting his desperate defiance ramping up further.

Problem though was, he wasn't really having any words to use for refuting any of Daeva's claims. Yes, he prided himself for being brave... But as she was pointing out, often stupidly brave too. Besides... What were these others that the villainess was referring to? Surely, that was something that he would have needed to find out more of now?

Of course. But still, not before trying to mount some resistance, and start delivering some stiff elbows to Daeva's side as a means for the hero to get himself out of this rather humiliating position first. Perhaps then, they could talk... On a more even, adult footing.

[DSX93]

Oh! Emphasizing "boy" had done something. Something that went beyond igniting a spark of defiance in him. But there was only so far that she could see, and the dissatisfactory distance her eyes could cover had her thinking, again, "What's going on in that handsome head of yours, Guy Playing Starboy?"

Whatever those thoughts were, they led him to the belief that it was worthwhile to resist her while his wrists are bound.

One harsh impact to her ribs, she could endure. A second made her ugly in the face. A third had her considering her options; how worthy it was to hang on. After the fourth, they had enough. Starboy wanted off this ride, and they wanted to kick him off. So Daeva would satisfy both parties with a shove to create some distance. As she fell back onto her butt, her eyes would turn to the paddle.

But she would make no move for it as she rose to her feet, ignoring that impulse to place a protective hand over where she'd been struck. There was too much power to be held in the psychology of this game of theirs for that. Instead, she'd use that pain to fuel a dangerous, challenging glare.

"I alone was too much for you, even before you were bound. You wish to continue fighting me now?"

[Jaystar]

Really, there wasn't much that Starboy could have done in this situation, other than getting punished and humiliated on the dominant vampire's knee. But he still had that belligerence, that grit in him to fight back in any way he could... Which this time, turned out to mean the rather desperate attempts at delivering his elbows to Daeva's ribs.

No, it wasn't easy, having gotten himself already bound by the villainess. And at first, those efforts did not seem to pay off. But suddenly, after the fourth impact, it appeared that the black-clad girl had enough of it, and shoved the hapless hero further away from her. And clearly, was pondering over further options to utilize her beloved paddle on the bound Starboy...

Star was already half-expecting it, but to his surprise, his adversary got up onto her feet instead, clearly wanting to display yet again her dominance over the troubled hero, curled up almost like a worm at her feet now. And if her glare wanted to make Starboy very aware of his position, she was doing a marvelous job with it...
...While Starboy himself was doing a lousy job with not finding this setting incredibly hot.

And Daeva's words too. Realistically, he didn't have any chance of defending himself now... But also, these were the kind of moments when he tended to enjoy the most of embracing and fully immersing into his role and gimmick.

He had to speak up, remain defiant despite the trickiest of circumstances. "A hero's fight is never finished... Until he's finished!"

Unfortunately, there were two problems here... Both of which Starboy quickly realized himself too. Firstly, the setting of this battle did now exactly call for "finishing" anyone, but rather the outcome of the night in the morning... And also, inadvertently, his wording seemed to indicate that it was usually the hero who tended to get finished in the end.

Oops.

[DSX93]

Daeva's response to this would be laughter. Low, with her eyes regarding him with a combination of admiration and amusement. And perhaps a tinge of pity. "You've a lion's heart, may it be blessed." A backhanded compliment that rephrased a southern saying that Emilia had learned of some time ago: "Bless your heart." A subtle jab lobbed at many a fool.

"So be it." She took one step forward. "Show me, Starboy." Then a second as she tauntingly emphasized the latter half of his name. "Show me what fight you have left." Then a third. No sudden movements. As far as she was concerned, there was no need. This hero was already finished. He just needed to realize it. "Show me why the Star should be what I emphasize the next time I speak your name."

[Jaystar]

Daeva's initial response to Starboy's defiant words elicited mixed feelings inside the aspiring hero... While the laughter did not feel all that nice, the compliments over having A Lion's Heart surely felt better. What could have been a better suited commendation for a brave hero?

Well, perhaps something about being a powerful and triupmhant one could have been... But admittedly, bravery had remained the Lonely Superhero's strong suit. He hadn't exactly triumphed in his quests against the villains so far... And again admittedly, there seemed to be very little that the hero could have done to save himself now from this peril of having gotten bound at the feet of the villainess.

But oh well, Daeva had still asked to show her. Thus, without saying anything in response, Star began thrashing around as hard as he could, trying to get himself upwards again... Which was obviously incredibly difficult with having his hand tied behind his back. He did eventually manage to get up into a sitting position though... But truthfully, all that did to him was getting his head perilously close to Daeva's thighs towering next to it.

[DSX93]

Oh, what do we have here? A tasty morsel who's never been tied up before. Or at least, that was how he moved. So much struggling, just to all but put his own head in the guillotine. And if he wants to strip naked and walk into the lion's den, who is she to deny him?

One hundred and ninety-three years old, she may be, but Daeva moved with the quickness and athletic flair of the twenty year old that Emilia actually is, hooking a leg around his neck and falling back to bring the both of them down to the mat. Once there, a

would get him tightly reacquainted with her crotch. So much so that he wouldn't be able to breathe this time, as intensely as he was being squeezed, and as mashed into her as his features were.

With an expression that had changed only slightly: Eyebrows raised, remaining mostly in that place between amusement and pity, and her eyes flashing the arousal that was filling his nostrils, she remarked, "The others will have a lot of fun with you. Which presents quite the conundrum: I must admit, I've been growing fond of you in the short time we've spent together. I would rather keep you to myself, but etiquette demands that I share." And now, a hint of sadness. And some surely unexpectedly cute pouting. "Until next time, Starboy."

Daeva kept the pressure up, relenting not even for a second. Crushing the hero between her thighs until...

[Jaystar]

Starboy saw all that effort, exerting his body to its limits, just to get his upper body upright... And only to look like a helpless hero in peril. A hero who was still fighting and struggling to save his fate - but who was also clearly completely at their foe's mercy. And that said foe was the villainess standing right next to his hapless form... Just biding her time to go for the final kill.

Apparently, the spent hero having fought his way halfway up was the exact moment that she decided to seal his fate as her prey. While Starboy was trying to catch his breath, a leg wrapping around his neck cut any of his efforts at resistance short, and quickly downed the brave hero back into the mat. Except that this time, there was a whole another added flair and flavor to it...

Then again, Star didn't have much time to acquaint himself with that. Daeva's thighs squeezed oh-so-tightly around his head, and his face was buried oh-so-deep into the features of the villainess that he could no longer breathe. He raised his arms desperately onto Daeva's thighs, as if initiating a desperate attempt at prying them off... But as soon as his fingers touched them, they felt like steel to him. It could only have been a futile effort...

Admittedly, strong thighs were The Lonely Superhero's kryptonite. And right now, he was getting a hefty dosage of them. It was clear that the playtime was over. Deava had decided to finish him.

She was also keen to voice him out some last words. Unfortunately though, the black-clad girl herself perhaps hadn't been all that much on the receiving end of the punishment she was currently delivering... As she failed to take into account that with a squeeze as hard as this, Starboy's ears were pretty much blocked, and he couldn't really tell what she was saying. He could pick up some words though... "The others?" "Fun?" "Short time?" "Together?" "Etiquette?" "I share?"

So many questions. So little oxygen flowing into his brain.

The final sentence was something he caught rather clearly though. "Until next time, Starboy."

And in fact, it had been very accurate. The hero had once again given it a brave fight, but still fallen short against the villainess. And even if his heroic attire was getting almost as tight as the scissoring squeeze that his head and neck were in, the Lonely Superhero had reached his breaking point. Suffocated by womanly prowess, Starboy's body fell limp in Daeva's clutches, rendering the courageous visitor to the House of Horrors unconscious.

[DSX93]

And there he goes. A fighter until the end.

Daeva turned her body onto its side, and his in turn before finally releasing him. Reluctance pulled her features south; "etiquette demands that I share" were just as much Emilia's words as they were hers. Maybe a little more so. This was as much Lacramioara's -- Eveline's match as it was The Collective's.

Guy Playing Starboy looked so peaceful in his slumber, though. How much of that was her doing; the result of a role well played?

She reached out to glide her fingers through that smooth hair of his -- she liked his hair. The contact was light, very gentle. She didn't want to disturb him.

And then she noticed his...lingering "appreciation" of the play they just finished up with. He wasn't pitching a tent in there -- and from what she'd noticed of his attire's make, there wouldn't be anything that anyone could do to make that happen. That beast was pretty well-contained.

But...she thought it felt hungry minutes ago. If it was visible now, however slightly...

Her own Beast, awakened with a grumbling belly of its own, pulled her thighs together pleasurably tight to feed it. And her mind, it would pull down to some deplorable places. Some of her favorite material had gone on past this point, cementing Evil's dominance over Good in the scenarios portrayed.

She should've asked to meet with him before this. Asked him how deep his particular rabbit hole of freaky shit went. Would he mind a little "cock-a-doodle-doo" action?

Oh well.

Daeva was slow to rise, collecting the paddle and giving one final look over her shoulder before she headed back up those stairs. It was a good choke; he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Along the way, she would think of how she'd best utilize the Holey Driver next time. If there is a next time.

When the door to their chosen dressing room had opened, Eveline rose to a seated position at the edge of the bed with an inquisitive smile on her face.

"Cum a mers?"

"A mers bine. Doarme în hol. I-am legat venele."

Eveline shook her head. "Nu asta am vrut să spun."

"Este un jucător de rol talentat. Mă distrez de minune." It was enough to say and enough to hear.

"Bun."

Now if she could just keep her dark magic to herself for this one...

"Am nevoie de ajutorul tău pentru a-l muta în temniță."

"Temnița?" No!

"Aveţi încredere în mine. Voi onora acordul nostru."

Doesn't mean that she won't somehow make herself preferred. Again.

Back down the stairs they would go. Sensing her sister's hesitation, Eveline gave her a pat on the shoulder that would normally inspire comfort or reassurance. Not so much this time.

Meanwhile, Lacramioara's big sister instincts would have her making her observations through a critical lens, mixed in with some of her own biases. For a man who's taking on a superhero gimmick, Starboy wasn't a very impressive physical specimen. Passable, she supposed. A fine submissive of the challenging caliber, but there were others in LAW who had more energy to give.

And Hentai wrestlers are an inherently kinky bunch. And professional wrestlers in general, on average, are more eccentric than the general population. Something Emilia would see before long, she was sure.

Eveline hadn't seen everything that those two had gotten up to, however, looking away when things were deviating a little too far from wrestling. She hadn't missed much, but there was always the possibility that something crucial had occurred in those periods where her eyes were averted.

"Îl voi duce de picioare." Physically, Emilia was the stronger of the two. Eveline would do everything she could to avoid the grittier, more straightforward and physical situations that could occur in the ring. She'd take her licks, of course. Her wife, the hard-ass that she can be, ensures that every member of The Coterie does. No wrestler, whether standard or erotic, should be unfamiliar. No dedicated wrestler should forget how it feels.

But she's a dainty woman. And unless she's the one dispensing it, her and pain are two things that are just not meant to mix. She will suffer what she must, and no more. Such is her philosophy as a competitor.

It was a good thing that Starboy had never moved from the foyer. His weight was no trouble, but it did make relocating more convenient. Down into a

Spacious, with several doors to either side. But utterly devoid of life, with not a sound within aside from a breeze passing through. It was every last bit what one would expect to see in the underground level of a property owned by vampires.

(Imagine something this, but without the table, and with a mat in the middle.)

was at the far end of the hall, possessed of a double cylinder lock. A dark, empty cell waiting in one corner, with chambers that were off to the sides, each set up to break whatever miserable soul found themselves captive in differing ways.

But for now, he rests behind bars of iron, now locked three layers deep in the belly of the beast that is House Balcombe. Daeva Asphodel would take her leave, her part fulfilled. In here, there would only be Starboy, with Lacramioara Albescu waiting right outside of his cell...

Translation

"Cum a mers?" -- "How did it go?"

"A mers bine. Doarme în hol. I-am legat venele." -- "It went well. He's sleeping in the foyer. I bound his wrists."

"Nu asta am vrut să spun." -- "That's not what I meant."

"Este un jucător de rol talentat. Mă distrez." -- "He's a talented roleplayer. I'm having a lot of fun."

"Bun." -- "Good."

"Am nevoie de ajutorul tău pentru a-l muta în temniță." -- "I'll need your help to move him to the dungeon."

"temnița?" -- "The dungeon?"

"Aveţi încredere în mine. Voi onora acordul nostru." -- "Trust me. I will honor our agreement."

"Îl voi duce de picioare." -- "I'll carry him by his legs."

[Jaystar]

These were the moments that Starboy would only get to watch from the tapes - and he was going to watch these moments from the tapes. Naturally, one could not know how they looked like in an unconscious state otherwise. And based on the comments he had received back in the days from his ex-girlfriend Lena, in his unconscious and defeated state, clad in his hero attire, he looked "cute". "Imperfectly mighty". "Chivalrously vulnerable". And apparently "hot" too.

Or, so she had said. Of course, Starboy would have no idea of Daeva's thoughts. All the more reasons to look things back, and observe the behavior of the so-far-victorious vampiress next to his unconscious form.

What he would eventually some day see though would perhaps confirm some of Lena's assessments. Or what other way there would be to interpret the way her fingers proceeded to slide their way through his hair? And what did that subsequent, prolonged look at his attire mean... And what was the meaning of the moment that she still spent next to him, as if seemingly pondering over something?

Time would probably tell. But what time would also tell here and now, hopefully soon enough, as the clock was ticking for the hero, was to find out where he would find himself next once he would finally wake up.

How he would get there, he perhaps would never find out. Admittedly, missing the scene of two beautiful, villainous ladies carrying his unconscious body down into a dangerous dungeon was going to sting him quite a lot, should he ever find out about it.

---

Lacramioara must had gotten ample time to find appreciation for the might of her sister's thighs - such was the deepness of Starboy's sleep. Granted, perhaps the night time played a part in it as well, but the hero remained soundly in sleep until his body was behind the iron bars of the cell, seemingly captured and imprisoned as a consequence of his first battle. It still took some time for him to finally regain his senses, but eventually, the Sanguine Rose could detect signs of life from the brave hero.

As Starboy finally opened his eyes, it took a moment for him to remember where he was at - or rather, where he was supposed to be at. Clearly, he was no longer there - or then, someone had turned off the lights - or the candles. And made the floor harder. And placed some iron bars at-...

Oh. A woman.

Another lovely, attractive, "femme fatale" -looking woman.

But Starboy was sure that he hadn't seen her before.

The Lonely Superhero quickly tried to raise himself into a seated position - and just as quickly, he realized that he couldn't, as his wrists were still bound behind his back. Not wanting to give out a struggling or hapless first impression of himself - granted, perhaps a futile effort provided the circumstances he was in - the hero tried to adopt as defiant stance and expression as he could, before addressing the new face, body, and attire, that he was now in the presence of.

"Who are you?"