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The Return of The Confectioner – Part 5 (If You Can’t Trust You Friends...)

She left Dub parked some distance from the business park. In stealth-mode there was little chance of anyone stumbling across it and besides, the motorcycle was smart enough to avoid detection if necessary. Geist’s old car had been converted into a complex booby trap by another supervillain and she had no desire to repeat the experience.

This wasn’t the first time she had stolen into the bad guy’s lair. But last time she’d been far too cocky and only succeeded in getting herself caught. This time she simple couldn’t afford to get sloppy. Ampere was relying on her and there was no way she was going to let her friend down.

Her training wasn’t complete, technically it never would be, but her control was shaky at best and they still hadn’t been able to map the limits of her abilities. Despite all that, Geist knew that there was no other option. The police simply weren’t capable of dealing with a criminal like the Confectioner. This was a job for a superheroine.

It had taken several weeks for her to stop herself from sinking into the ground as she walked, even longer to reliably drag other items with her when she ghosted. The researchers speculated that one day she might even be able to use her powers to literally walk on air. But that was something to think about another time.

The business park was a sprawl of small buildings and neatly sculpted lawns. Geist paused in the shadows beyond the perimeter fence. She took a moment to prepare herself and then faded from sight. It took far more concentration to remain intangible, but the effort was worth it, especially if it let her avoid what unpleasant surprises with which the Confectioner had seeded the grounds.

With Ampere’s signal to lead her, the young heroine made her way cautiously through the park. Mundane security systems paid her no heed as she approached the source of her friend’s transmission. The single-story building was outwardly unremarkable, but Geist knew how deceptive appearances could be. Expecting some sort of trap, she ignored the main entrance and instead slid carefully through the wall.

Inside, the Confectioner’s presence was unmistakable. Garish stalactites depended from the ceiling, dripping glowing neon tears that pooled and puddle on the tiled floor. The air was sickly sweet, heavy with the cloying scent of fruits and sugar. But more importantly, the communicator indicated that Ampere was almost close enough to signal directly.

Things slithered in the shadows and could be heard lapping at the spilled juices. Geist push aside her fears, focussing on her abilities and the calming exercises she had spent so long practicing. Still, the heroine couldn’t quite suppress her fearful shivers.

Moving a little more rapidly, the heroine moved beyond the cave-like corridor and into a remodelled lobby. The pot plants had been replaced with inch-thick tangles of crimson liquorice and, here and there, more slender strands dangled menacingly overhead.

Geist whispered into the communicator, unable to keep the anxiety from her trembling voice.

“Amps,” she began hesitantly, “can you hear me?”

Silence greeted her question, while the channel echoed with soft static. The young woman checked the device again, making sure that she was in range. But everything seemed to be working perfectly. As far as Geist was concerned that meant Ampere either hadn’t heard her, or was in no position to answer.

“Don’t worry,” she breathed hoping her words sounded more confident than she felt. “Hold tight, I’m coming to get you.”

* * *

Something familiar touched the edges of Ampere’s perception. For a fraction of a second she felt it and then it was gone, lost in the swirling clouds of hopeless devotion. She stretched her senses, but the impression remained tantalisingly out of reach.

It was important, she realised that almost immediately, although the heroine would have been hard-pressed to explain why. The compulsion to forget was strong, as was the memory of just how good it felt to stop thinking and do as she was told.

But she wasn’t going to abandon it. However much she might long for the comforting simplicity of thoughtless obedience. Ampere knew she had to stay focussed and that if her mind began to wonder now, she might never find the way back to herself.

* * *

The girl’s head snapped around as she tried to see who had spoken. Confusion swamped everything else, making it so difficult to think. She simply didn’t know what to do and her need for instruction was a hollow ache deep inside. It was only when the woman spoke again that she recognised the disembodied voice.

Fear gnawed at her. An intruder was coming to spoil her perfect existence and that could not be allowed. She knew that she was happy here, why couldn’t they just leave her alone? Anger joined the heady mix of emotion, crackling over her bare skin and lighting her eyes from within.

“Master,” she breathed, the joy of that title almost orgasmic in its intensity.

“Slave,” he replied with an indulgent chuckle. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”

Her cheeks coloured and she bowed her head in shame. Almost whispering now she continued, knowing that master needed to hear, even if it meant she must be punished. A shudder of excitement rolled down her spine at the thought of being chastised and her pussy clenched in slavish anticipation.

“Slave begs forgiveness,” she pleaded, her voice cracking under the strain. “But an intruder is coming and she thought master would want to know.”

“What intruder?” The Confectioner wondered as he plucked a handful of jelly beans from the shelf beside him.

“Geist,” she answered immediately. “She is coming to take slave away from all this.”

The look of horror on his slave’s face was too perfect for words. Her friend was coming to the rescue and that thought left the former heroine terrified beyond words.

“I won’t allow that happen,” he promised softly, placing one hand protectively upon her shoulder.

Her frightened expression softened and she nuzzled against his touch. The sugar tingled against her flesh, but the constant contact had lessened its effect to a muted roar. The Confectioner patted his slave reassuringly.

* * *

Geist had developed a deep distrust of doors, not least because of her experiences in the Anaesthetist’s lair. So, once she was sure of Ampere’s location, she took the most direct route through the building. The young heroine had no idea what she was going to walk in on. But the scene that greeted her as she stepped through the final wall was enough to pull her up short.

Her friend was kneeling in the centre of the small room, her posture proud and almost defiant despite her nakedness. Around her throat was a transparent collar, from which dangled a slender leash. The Confectioner held the other end of the tether, but this wasn’t the villain Ampere had described.

The coat covered him almost completely, but did nothing to hide his strangeness. Amber fluid leaked from him as she watched, trickling over the heavy material, where it hardened to a thin crust. Her expression grim, Geist drew and aimed her dart gun. She didn’t know what he had done to her mentor and friend, but it was time to end this.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and then calmly squeezed the trigger.

With a moist ‘phutt’, the weapon fired. As the tiny projectile left its barrel it immediate passed beyond Geist’s control and became substantial once again. She was already working the action, readying a second shot, even before the first had reached its target.

* * *

Something tugged at the Confectioner’s clothing as the needle punched home. But the villain’s metabolism had been so changed that the drug had no discernable effect. What it did do, however, was alert him to Geist’s presence.

“She’s here,” he murmured, sweeping his eyes around the small room.

The second dart caught him in the throat, although it was no more effective than the first. His hand tightened on the leash, dragging his kneeling slave close. Where on earth was the woman firing from?

“Where is she?” He demanded angrily.

Slave gestured quickly, indicating one corner of the chamber. Taking his cue, the villain hurled those brightly coloured beans towards the hidden heroine. The sweets bounced into the corner, where they exploded into large pastel bubbles.

But his captive’s finger continued to move, apparently tracking the intruder as she dodged away from the expanding candy traps.

Without warning a young woman appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. She appeared indistinct, almost translucent and in her charcoal catsuit she could have been formed from smoke. The dartgun was still in her hand, but its barrel was pointed down.

“Amps,” she pleaded. “I’ve come to rescue you.”

The former heroine stared at this apparition, her eyes wide. Then, she gave a piercing scream.

“No!”

Lightning flowed from her extended finger, lashing Geist with burning cerulean coils. Energy splashed across the heroine’s insubstantial form, grounding into the spunky young woman and disrupting her power.

Geist had only enough time to yelp before the sheer strength of the assault dashed away her awareness and drove her mind down into merciful unconsciousness. The heroine slumped to the floor, wisps of smoke rising from her skin-tight outfit and sparks still flickering restlessly over her body.

To be continued…