Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 16: What Mistress This Way Comes?

  

"Ladies, gentlemen and slaves, we are ready for our second contestant!" she announced as she mounted the dais. "And who will be the next to fall to my Hall of Horrors? None other than our lovely Mistress Antinea! I know that, like me, you cannot wait to see what our ebony goddess, Mistress ShaJuana, has in store for this delinquent Mistress' challenge scene! So, please direct your attention back to the screen behind me!"

Juana and Tina were at their respective entry points to the Hall of Horrors. Juana, all grinning cocky confidence, was almost dancing in front of what all the viewers now recognized as the victor's exit in her impatience to get started. Tina, on the other hand, stood quietly confident in front of the entry portal.

Every eye locked on the challenger in her orange rubber bikini and a buzz of appreciation filled the room. Solange's smiled, all dark satisfaction, before she continued. "If you will please take notice of soon-to-be-subbie-Antinea's attire," and the camera panned up and down the tightly muscled body. "You will see she is garbed identically to our previous contestant, with the exception of the rubber sports bra. Something our buxom lass needs quite as much as you boys would need your cups. Otherwise, things might bounce about and get in the way."

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Every eye except those of Walter Evans, that is. Outside the final door leading to the ballroom, Walter Evans cringed in the dark stairwell. Why, oh WHY had he turned right? The hall door on the third floor had closed and latched behind him, meaning he was now stuck! He could no longer simply disappear without a trace through the back door Emerald had offered him. He HAD to go into the ballroom, even if just to quit!

He was NEVER going to finish this scavenger quest by midnight. He wouldn't get to serve Solange for a WHOLE month! He NEEDED the release from responsibility she gave him, Dammit!

But it was just too much. He just couldn't . .

A flash of white caught his eye. Turning back quickly, he saw a very curvy redhead walk by, heading towards the buffet tables. Wasn't that a toga? And on her head, some kind of crown? Could it be?

Without thinking, he was out the door and into the ballroom. "Mistress Venus?" he managed to call. "Please, Mistress, a moment of your time. Please?"

~--~

Solange saw Walter break from the stairwell, and scurry off after Vanessa. For just one instant, she closed her eyes in thanks. She hadn't been wrong. Now, all she had to do was make sure he passed his challenge.

After a properly demanding and victorious quest, of course.

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"Let the contest begin! Mistress ShaJuana, you may enter the Hall!" The feline mistress gave two thumb-claws up, and slipped inside. Solange spoke again. "On the count of three, Antinea, you will enter the Hall and the clock will start! One, Two, Three!" This time, the crowd counted with Solange, and then cheered as the hobbled Tina went to all fours and bunny-hopped, bells ringing loudly, through the curtain.

Knowing what to expect this time, the crowd hurried to get the best spots about the ballroom's large screens and prepared to follow this pair's progress toward their mutually exclusive goals. Small wagers were offered this time around, usually with some type of slave service as the payoff, on how this pairing would do. Most agreed that the very athletic Juana was at a distinct advantage in this confrontation.

The cameras tracked them into the unlighted corridors, seeing them more as faceless shadow figures than people. ShaJuana, never one to simply wait for anything to come to her, went prowling her way into the Hall of Horrors, stopping every few steps to listen.

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Tina, on the other hand, took two bounds into the dark space, and then sat down, putting her back up against the outer wall of the hallway. She slid along the floor on her bottom until she came to the first playroom's door, and then slid further back into the recessed doorway. Getting up onto her knees, she quickly spun about so her back was to the hallway.

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It also put her back to the camera tracking her progress, partially obscuring her from the viewing crowd in the ballroom, much to their audible annoyance. The operator rapidly switched through the various video feeds, sampling the available cameras, but was unable to get a clear picture of what the girl was doing.

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Working quickly, Tina brought one gloved hand up to her mouth and began working at the boxing glove's knots with her teeth. That mode of escape had not occurred to Vanessa, so the knots on Tina's glove came loose without difficulty. Moments later, her hands were both free, and she was reaching back to undo the buckles that held the hobble-chain strapped to her ankles. She picked up the chain by the bells, carefully ensuring that the clappers could not move. Satisfied, Tina crawled out of the doorway, silently resumed making her way further into the darkened hallway.

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"I suppose," Solange observed to her audience, "That we should have the other contestants' gloves checked for better knots, eh? I think our dear ShaJuana might be in for a surprise, eh?"

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Juana wasn't the only one surprised. A screamed "OH SHIT, WHAT IS THIS CRAP?!?" had Tina hitting the deck, and straining eyes and ears to scan ahead of her into the darkness.

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On the screen, the attendees laughed heartily as Juana struggled to free herself from what appeared to be a gigantic white spider's web that had fallen on her from the ceiling. It was evidently quite sticky as well, for camera close-ups showed the latex fabric of her catsuit stretching away from her body as she tried to pull the webbing off her.

Perfect, Solange mused as she watched the furious woman struggling to get the sticky twine from her hair and losing her cat's ears in the effort. It had taken a while to find a spray-on version of the adhesive used on post-it notes, but it had worked just as she'd hoped it would.

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Juana threw the sticky mass to the floor, sacrificing her gloves along with the ears, not to mention a few hairs, to be rid of it. Tina had designed this place, she thought, her nostrils flaring. TINA had KNOWN about that damned web thing and she hadn't TOLD her best friend! Well, some sexy little TV slut had just earned herself another HOUR of orgasm denial! A beautiful concept, the tall, black goddess thought as she resumed her hunt.

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Not quite so cautious in your stalking now, dear, Solange thought to herself as she watched Juana move more quickly through the darkness. She'd known that Juana would not be one to guard the exit and let the prey come to her. That was just much too passive an approach for their beloved Mistress ShaJuana Price. No, this big jungle cat would want to hunt down her prey; would want to meet Tina at least half way and face to face.

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Having designed the layout of the Hall, Tina had been able to move quickly and silently, while avoiding the traps that had been laid to give away or even entrap any hapless contestant that fell their way. She made it, without incident, to the first corner where the hall turned to follow the shorter dimension of the third floor toward the back of the building. There, she hid, just out of sight of anyone coming down that corridor, kneeling on the floor, and listening.

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Knowing that her prey would be wearing boxing gloves and the belled hobble chain, Juana had not bothered changing her shoes. Now, in the silence of the otherwise unoccupied dungeon, her heels rang out like little hammers rapping on the hard tile floor. She stopped, and wondered momentarily if she should take them off before continuing her hunt.

"90 SECONDS LEFT!" Solange's voice echoed loudly.

She couldn't do it, she realized. She could outrun Tina in her heels since Tina was hobbled, but if the little sneak broke past her while she was one-shoe-on, one-shoe-off, she'd be screwed. No way to move quickly with one foot wearing a four-plus inch heel and the other in just a stocking. She'd likely kill herself. Taking a deep breath, she began to move again, more slowly this time, and listening hard for the sound of those little silver bells.

~--~

The anticipation of the guests was becoming palpable as they watched the split scene, one view showing Tina waiting in ambush on one side of the corner, the other showing Juana creeping up from the other corridor. Contact was imminent. Would the little one try to get past the tall, powerful mistress and just run for it, or would they collide in an epic Mistress-on-Mistress cat-fight?

Not one of the many viewers hoped it would be the former.

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Tina heard the muffled clicking of Juana's heels, and fought the impulse to hold her breath. Carefully, she tightened her grip on the hobble chain and waited - hoping. .

~--~

Juana was fairly certain she was approaching the last corner in Solange's Hall of Horrors; the one that would turn onto the corridor that ran along the front of the block. That would have her heading directly for the entrance Tina had used. If the sneaky little bitch was going to lay in wait, this corner would be where she'd do it, but why hadn't Juana heard any bells? Maybe Tina only moved while she'd been otherwise involved with that web? She put out her hand to find the wall, and began moving very cautiously, her ears and eyes wide open.

Only she didn't see or feel the trip-wire about her ankle until it was too late.

~--~

The camera tracking Juana from behind was instantly dazzled as the broken tripwire closed a circuit and turned on a spotlight directly behind and above Juana's head. Its beam was directed at a floor to ceiling, three panel dressing mirror mounted against the far wall of the corridor. The reflected light blazed fiery white into the dark-adapted eyes of the Amazon, dazzling her as well.

The operator was able to switch to a camera out of the beam's path just in time to see Tina move. Juana did not have the same option.

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Keeping her head low and her eyes away from both the direct and reflected light, Tina leapt at Juana's feet, leading with the chain and wrapping it about the taller girl's ankles. With one quick tug, she pulled the unstable ankles together, tying the leather straps in a makeshift knot. Using her shoulder in Juana's gut, she broke the taller girl's tripping fall, and then slid out from beneath Juana to let the Domina slip all the way down to the floor.

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She couldn't freakin' SEE!! Juana's hands went out, trying to catch herself, trying to regain her equilibrium when something TRIPPED her, and she started to fall over, face-first . .

~--~

Cheers resounded throughout the viewing assembly, as the little blonde reached out for the felled Mistress, flipping the larger woman onto her back.

~--~

Tina jumped aboard, putting all her weight onto Juana's upper body and wrapping her arms around her lover to capture the taller girl's in an arm-pinning bear hug. "Gotcha" she gloated into ShaJuana's still-dazzled eyes, and then bent down to kiss the struggling black woman full on her mouth.

~--~

Solange grinned as she began the count. "One . . Two . . Three. . . " and was joined by almost the entire audience as she reached "Five. . ."

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Juana was fighting to get loose with everything in her, but between those damned heels and whatever it was wrapped around her ankles, she couldn't get any damned leverage with her feet. And with her arms were being held so tightly to her body, they were useless, too.

"Eight, . . .Nine, . . . "

And damn, but that girl could kiss, was her last rational thought before "TEN!" blared in her ears.

~--~

"And we have a WINNER!" Solange announced to the cheering of her guests. Behind her, the split screen morphed into a single view. The two male slaves again appeared on screen, bowing to Tina this time.

"Take her to Play Room 4, slaves," Solange ordered into the microphone as they hoisted the still-dazzled Juana up onto their shoulders before repeating their stylized synchronized bow.

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At that very moment, Walter Evans - scavenger hunter - who had also experienced the rush of success, was busily searching for his second clue-giver.

Some how, he'd DONE it! Even when Mistress Venus had requested a boon that had him laying there on the floor - right there in FRONT of the buffet table and all the guests - drinking from a small baby bottle filled with milk.

He'd almost run for the exit right then and there, but he hadn't, and inside the bottle had been a piece of paper wrapped in a plastic tube. "Find the one who is booted and suited, and ready for scooting to get your next clue."

What the hell did that mean? Almost every Domme here was in boots of some kind or another, and none of them were nude so they were all suited. Weren't they?

Scooting?!?

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In Play Room 4, a bubbling Tina supervised the two slaves as they removed Juana's shoes before cuffing her ankles and wrists. Ceiling and floor chains were quickly attached to Juana's wrists and ankles. Not surprisingly, Juana resisted, but Solange had selected these slaves for their strength, so they easily, if gently, overcame even her efforts to stop them. That done, a touch of a switch activated hidden winches that pulled Tina's lovely prize into a standing spread-eagle position. Her legs were spread just enough to cost the taller woman about three inches in height without putting too much of a strain on her leg muscles and hamstrings. That put the pair nearly on eye-to-eye level.

"You cheated," Juana complained after the slaves had left.

Grinning broadly, Tina kissed the annoyed and pouting lips, enjoying the savor of lipstick on lipstick. "Only in that I knew where the traps were," she replied. "Everything else was fair and square. I'll show you the video - but after we're done - maybe tomorrow, if you're up to it," she added, her voice silky with her anticipation.

"I don't think I should have to do this 'cause you cheated!"

"Gonna safeword, then?" Tina asked, her brows lifting in polite inquiry.

"And spend the rest of this fine party walkin' around with a butt-plug locked up my ass, and a steel dome keeping my many slaves away from my clit and G-spot?!? I don't think so!"

"Well, in that case, I guess, you're just gonna have to stand there and take what I have in store for you, huh?"

Dark brown eyes went slitted and black, "What you're gonna have in store for me, little girl, is unlockin' these chains and lettin' me go!"

Tina spun on her heels and went to the small dresser she'd had put in this otherwise starkly empty room, and opened a drawer. "I don't think that's what I want to do, Tall Booty," she said, removing an electronic remote control and pointing it at the wall directly in front of her bound friend. "Nope, it's really not. Hey, I think we'll just relax and watch a little TV first. For now."

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