Silence and Delacourt (closed)

[Maka]

Marie-Claire was already shivering with pleasure, her knees buckling under the onslaught of Will's kisses. He pulled her on top of him on to the bed, her slender legs forming an inviting triangle above him. Just then the phone rang, and a fiendish grin crossed Will's face.

"You're going to have to get that, kiddo" he told her soberly, between kisses. "You see, my mouth will be occupied."

He punctuated his statement with an expert flick of her clitoris with his tongue.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire breathed out a French obscenity at Will's turnabout. She picked up the phone. It was the British woman, Alice.

"No. I am sorry." She stuttered. "Will, oh Will...He is very busy."

She grabbed hold of the nearest post on the bed and rocked her hips.

"Oui, oui...Will, oh, he--yes. I will tell him. Please--Now--now, I must--hang up the phone."

Marie Claire nearly threw the phone onto its cradle when the call was finished.

"Oh Will!" She clung to the bedpost as her body quivered. She let the orgasm take her with a shout.

 

[Maka]

Marie-Claire shuddered, gripping on to the bedpost for dear life and letting out a stream of moans and endearments. Her mouth was a perfect O, her sparkling blue eyes glowing with satisfaction.

Will continued lapping at the sweet honey of her velvet snatch, loving every moan and purr he could elicit. At last, Marie-Claire's hips bucked wildly, pressing herself on to his face, and her screams reached a crescendo.

Will's erection had returned in full force. He gave little time for his panting, breathless tomboy to recover. After one last deep kiss, he raised his head up and took her by the hips, taking a moment to admire her rosily flushed, starry-eyed face before effortlessly flipping her around to face the headboard. His strong, sure hands went to her creamy, ample breasts and squeezed and caressed, pressing on the bullet-hard nipples. Meanwhile, he pushed forward and his heavy, thick length penetrated her from behind.

It went it more easily this time, slickened by Will's saliva and innumerable orgasms. But she still felt deliciously tight around Will's cock, as tight as her mouth had earlier. Will slammed forward relentlessly.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire gripped the headboard. She arched her head up and back. She let out a feral sound, a near howl. as Will thrust into her.

She pushed back against him to match him stroke for stroke. She spoke in a combination of French and English, encouraging, begging, pleading.

"Harder, Will. Oui. Oui. Mon Dieu! Hurt me, Will. Fuck me!"

Her body tensed. Her muscles clamped down tight. "Will!" Marie-Claire came hard. There was a release inside her that was overwhelming. Every fiber of her felt it.

 

[Maka]

Marie-Claire reared up against Will's cock, her body juddering as though electricity was passing through it. She came with a cry of piercing sexual ecstasy, but Will continued to work her body, now more slowly and tenderly, placing little kisses and nips on her slender shoulders and massaging her breasts.

Marie-Claire was sated and exhausted, a rag-doll in his arms, but Wil expertly brought her back around. Soon, a little shiver of pleasure was running through her at each of his expert strokes. In time, Will had brought her to full sensitivity once again, in time to ride to yet another orgasm once again in sync with his own. Will saw stars as he came with a shout.

He gave Marie-Claire a tender, open-mouthed kiss and let her recover her breath, placing her head on his chest and running a hand through her close-cropped, soft dark hair. He felt like he was drifting high above the clouds, floating on a wave of sexual satisfaction. Before this, he'd never known a girl keep up with him the way Marie-Claire could. A memory came floating back into his mind.

"What was it Alice wanted?"

 

[haremfaery]

Kust when Marie-Claire thought she would die from pleasure, Will slowed, but soon had her screaming his name again as they came together.

She snuggled against him and absentmindedly traced a finger along the contours of his chest. She was half asleep when his question brought her back to consciousness.

"Oh! Putain! I nearly forgot." She lifted herself on her forearm to look at Will. "Alice said the, what is his name? Melmer, Memsir...the spy who hypnotizes, you know him? Is doing a show and Alice, she was going to go investigate. She wanted you to know." She pinched his ribs playfully. "I think she likes oyu too much, you know?"

----

Meanwhile at Mesmer's show...(insert appropriate scene shift music here)

Alice went to the Victoria Palace to see Mesmer show. She thought she might be able to get some clues as to why he was here. Perhaps after the show she could talk to some of the other performers and see what they knew of the man.

She was lucky to get a good seat on the aisle. She laughed at the comics and enjoyed the singing and dancing acts. She could almost forget the troubled times they lived in. Then Mesmer was announced.

He opened the show with some mentalist tricks, guessing cards that volunteers from the audience held, guessing birthdates. He performed some magic tricks. Then he asked for volunteers for his main act. He was going to hypnotize the group and put them through their paces for the amusement of the audience.

Alice had been thinking of the best way to get backstage after the show, when she realized the spotlight had fallen on her and she was being beckoned onto the stage. She shrunk down in her seat, but the people sitting around her began encouraging her to get up there.

She huffed a sigh, but decided she would have to do it. She stood up and went to face the music.

((sorry for the delay))

 

[Maka]

"Ladies and gentlemen, if there is one pernicious myth in this day and age, if there is one idea that must be utterly discarded, it is that of progress."

Jean-Paul Mesmer was a tall, imposing man dressed in a purple suit discreetly trimmed with little silver sigils. The scar of a severe burn ran down like a tear trail from his left eye, and his black hair was brushed back in a widow's peak.

"Our psychiatrists, men like Doctors Freud and Jung, are merely beginning to sense truths that the ancients had long plumbed five millenia ago. Animal magnetism, ladies and gentlemen. Clairvoyance. Extrasensory perception. And of course... mesmerism. They understood these secrets because of their own intimate connection to the wellspring of the human psyche, the true cause behind all of our actions... our animal instincts."

The spotlight followed the pretty young Englishwoman on to the stage, the audience watching appreciatively. Mesmer allowed her to soak in their attention for a moment, before continuing.

"The tiresome restrictions our society imposes, the shame it teaches us to feel at our most healthy and natural desires -this simply cuts us from our potential, from being all we could be. With this young lady as our gracious volunteer, I intend to demonstrate tonight. Please, young miss, what is your name? And do you feel you are in touch with your innermost desires?"

 

[haremfaery]

Alice was not wearing her uniform. She had wanted to blend in, and now, here she was being ushered onto the stage. Her dress, which was a red print washed out to a rosy pink in the stage lights. Her blonde hair shown even more golden. She blinked a the bright lights and smiled shyly. She looked awkward.

"Alice." She said not even thinking that she should have made up a name. She swallowed. She innermost desires? She thought about Will, and the plane ride and her strange conversation with him and then late with the French girl, Marie-Claire. "I consider myself a modern woman." She said not really answering the question. What was he planning to do? She had never been hypnotized before. It was all a hoax, wasn't it? Whatever had she gotten herself into?


---

Marie-Claire was hooking the front of her leather corset. "This Mezmuerr," she rolled the r, "He is another bad man? Then why is he here in plain sight doing a show? Why did not the gendarmes pick him up already? And why must it be Will Silence who must go and see what this man is up to? Surely the Brits can do this themselves." She walked to him and pressed her body close. "When do I get to keep you for more than a few hours at a time?" She went on tip toe to kiss him. She ran her hands over his muscled arms and shoulders and held him as if that could keep him from getting away from her.

 

[Maka]

"Alice", repeated Mesmer suavely. He turned her to face the audience.

"I give you Alice, ladies and gentlemen. A modern young lady. A most proper young lady, with all the trappings of her time and gender. She may seem a world away from primal urges but I give you my word, ladies and gentlemen, that by the end of the evening, she will be an animal obeying only her animal needs. To your gratification and to hers, those inspid modern 'virtues', shame and modesty, will be stripped away. Let them see you, Alice, don't be shy."

Mesmer's dark, penetrating stare fixed on Alice. She recieved the vivid and unnerving impression that he could see all the way through her, that he knew everything about her. Those eyes knew about her first, furtive experiments touching herself as a schoolgirl under the covers late at night. They knew about the plane trip, about how her white silk panties had become soaked through and her nipples had hardened almost painfully. They knew the strange feelings she had felt on hearing Will's bitten-down, strangely intense voice on the phone and then the French girl's husky cooing.

She swayed. The stage lights were so hot and bright and directly beneath them were the hypnotist's unblinking dark eyes. She felt surrounded by a howling void, a long dark wind singing in her ears. Alice's complexion flushed a delicate rose, her warm brown eyes clouding over. Her shoulder length shone golden in the floodlights, her shy and uncertain smile showing a glimpse of perfect white between rosy lips. Her breasts, to which the red dress clung, weren't as large as Marie-Claire's (she had surreptiously and shamefacedly compared them) but they were firm, young and pliant.

"You feel sleepy, Alice," purred the hypnotist. "You feel very sleepy."


"Jean-Paul Mesmer," said Will. he was pulling on his shirt while sadly watching Marie-Claire's lithe, supple body disappear inch by inch under her boy's clothes.

"They call him the Warlock of Prague. A freelance spy -his stage act is just a cover for his day-job. The thing is, he always uses proxies so it's very hard to get anything on him and it's even harder to pin him down. Just when you think you've got him cornered, he'll melt away like the morning dew. He's always got something up his sleeve."

Marie-Claire sidled up to him, murmuring softly and lifting up on her tip-toes to kiss him. Will kissed her back, thoroughly and with enthusiasm.

"His hypnotism's no joke either, though it has limitations. He works best when he's channeling subliminal desires..."

At the word 'desires', Will snatched at Marie-Claire's toned backside and pressed her close to him, pinning her wriggling against his groin with a wink that gave a promise to fuck her brains out later on more clearly than words.

"Alice, competent as she is, will be like a child going up against him. She should have waited for us. Like a judo expert, he can use your will against you. The more you repress your desires, the more power he'll have over you."

They began to head downstairs.

"I tangled with Mesmer once before, in Tokyo. I gave him a scar down his left eye to remember me by. And I learned how to counter his mind-control trick..."

 

[haremfaery]

Alice's chin dropped and her head tipped to one side as if she had fallen asleep standing up.

The audience waited to see what would happen next.

~~~

Marie-Claire smirked at Will, "Your desires are not so subliminal at all." Would she ever get enough of this man? "Perhaps after this we may go on a very long vacation. To someplace warm with lots of sun and we can be naked with each other all day."

She walked along with him, through the lobby and outside to hail a cab.

"How do you do it? Stop him from controlling your mind? I cannot do it. That makes me as vulnerable as Alice." She paused for a moment and grinned. "But I do not suppress my desires, so perhaps I am immune." She slid her hand up and down his thigh.

 

[Maka]

"That's better, isn't it?" said Mesmer. "Within a minute, I want you to wake up, my dear Alice, but not as the proper, modern young lady you were before. I want you to put aside your inhibitions, your notions about polite behaviour. When I ask you questions before the audience, I want you to be devastatingly honest. I want you to sate your urges, not press them down. Public, private... it doesn't matter to you any more, Alice."

He glanced theatrically at the gold fob watch dangling on a chain from his top pocket.

"Please wake up now, Alice. And tell me about your desires, properly this time."


Will grinned at Marie-Claire, luxuriating in the sensation of her hand sliding up and down his thigh. Strange to think that they had first met with that same hand trying to steal his wallet.

"In all honesty, kiddo, that might give you an edge. Mesmer feeds on repression. The more inhibitions and shame the more he has to work with. There are stories about what happened when he snuck into a nunnery in the Alps a few years back..."

Will couldn't held but wonder what the results would have been like if Mesmer had ever been unleashed on the stern matrons of Marie-Claire's convent school in New York.

"I studied in a Zen monastery in northern Japan for several months, trying to develop what they called 'still mind' technique to counter his tricks. But..."

They were out on the street now. The porter was hailing them a cab, in between sneaking glances at Marie-Claire. Her tight leather corset made her large, supple breasts even more visible, while her pants clung lovingly to her tight, toned rear. Her face was still that of the fragile, angelic waif with her large, clear blue eyes and soft pink lips, never mind that Will had seen those lips wrapped around his cock, those eyes light up like stars as he fucked her mercilessly. Will winked at the porter and grabbed Marie-Claire around the waist, pulling in for a close, hot kiss. When the taxi pulled up, he pulled her in with him to settle comfortably on his lap.

"... but the secret might just be that I'm completely shameless," Will concluded cheerfully. "Victoria Hall, please. If you'll pardon me, driver, I have a lot of kissing to do with this young lady."

 

[haremfaery]

She looked over Mesmer taking in his body and face. "You are a rather frightening man, Mr Mesmer. I found it arousing. If I told you I've been a very naughty girl in coming here, what would you do? I think a spanking might be in order." She ran her hands down her thighs.

((Is this what you had in mind for Alice?))

~~~

Marie-Claire raised an eyebrow at Will and wriggled on his lap. She traces the curve of his ear with a light fingertip. "I know you are shameless. We both are." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"But once this Mesmer taps into those repressed desires, what does he do? This gives him power over people? He can make them do what he wants?" She gave him a long kiss. "Or does he just make women his sex slaves?" She grinned then kissed him again.

 

[Maka]

There was some muffled laughter at Alice's remarks, delivered in her cut-glass English accent. But there was also a curious, greedy hush in the air. Most of the audience were staring as though hypnotised themselves, fixed on Alice's fingers smoothing down the fabric of her dress.

"I should say you have been naughty, Alice," Mesmer said softly, "I imagine your little pink pussy is soaked through even now. You're not at all the proper young miss you pretend to be. You're really a brazen, shameless little hussy and you need discipline. Turn around, lift up your skirts and let your panties down, then tell me what a girl like you deserves."


Marie-Claire, wriggling energetically on Will's lap, was the very image of a slender, restless schoolgirl plotting mischief. One movement 'accidentally' pressed her ample, firm young breasts into his face while she traced his earlobe with one curious finger. Her sweet, tight ass shifted up and down on his lap as though unable to remain still, gradually wedging his hardening cock between the cheeks. Will could see the taxi-driver admiring the view in the rear-view mirror, even surreptitously adjusting it to obtain a better image of Marie-Claire's toned buttocks. Will could not find it in his heart to blame the man.

He responded to Marie-Claire's long, passionate kisses with ardour, trying to remain collected and respond to her questions in between kisses. The cheeky, naughty grin on her delectable face made him want to have her there and then, damn the snooping driver.

"Mesmer... mmm... can make people do things, but not anything at all. Mmm yes. He can only bring out what it's in a person. But there are some dark things deep down. There was a sultan of a place called Calrajistan in India. His most trusted bodyguard was a man he'd been brought up with from childhood, a man who loved him like a brother. After five minutes alone with Mesmer, he went berserk and tried to kill his master. Mesmer knew that there was some hatred there, some resentment deep down and he knew how to use it. He can get inside a person's head, find out what tone they'll most respond to."

They encounter a bumpy section of the road and Marie-Claire was set bouncing up and down on his knee, her soft breasts jiggling in a fashion that would make a Benedictine monk swear off celibacy. Will slyly positioned her so that each bump landed her squarely on his steely erection.

 

[haremfaery]

((Obviously this performance is for adults only and probably in a seedy section of town.))

Alice turned her back on Mesmer and did as he told her. She had a white garter belt holding up her stockings and white serviceable panties and she pulled down to her knees. She flipped her skirt and slip to rest on the small of her back as she leaned over. Her smooth round bum glowed in the spotlight. She looked at Mezmer over her shoulder, "I deserve a proper spanking. I've been a very naughty naughty girl. I've had unclean thoughts. Why just the other day I wanted to have intercourse with a man and a woman at the same time."

~~~

"I wonder what dark thoughts you have deep down, Will." Marie-Claire whispered into his ear. She wriggled against his cock to show just where she meant.

She giggled then. "I wonder what dark thoughts our Miss Alice has. She is so proper, she probably thinks touching herself is a ticket to hell."

As the cab bumped along, Marie-Clair put her arms around Will and breathed heavily as she ground against his cock. "Oh Will." She thought she might come if the cab kept on these cobblestones a little longer.

 

[Maka]

On cue, the spotlight descended on Alice's upturned, creamy, smooth derierre. Some of the audience ventured on a raucous cheer of encouragement, deciding that the evening's events were essentially a glorified peep-show. A harsh glare from Mesmer silenced them. Most of the audience remained silent, their eyes greedily fixed on the sight Alice was affording them. There was an air, in the room, of a sacred rite being performed.

"My, my," said Mesmer, amused. "A man and a woman simultaneously? Quite the appetite you must have, you little slut."

He turned to the audience.

"You see, ladies and gentlemen? Here we have modern, demure, proper little Alice. Merely strip away a layer of inhibitions and ridiculous ideas of modesty, and we find a slave to the most scandalous lusts... just as, when we pull back that dress and remove those clean white panties, we'll find a wet little cunt and a tender, wriggling bottom."

He slapped a hard hand down on Alice's buttocks on the final word, and continued to spank her as he spoke.

"So tell us all exactly what you wanted these two to do to you, Alice."


Will was fairly sure the cabdriver had elected to take them through the bumpiest streets possible on their trip to the East End. He was clearly appreciative of the way that Marie-Claire's ample breasts jiggled and strained at the fabric of her corset, of the way she would catch her breath and stifle a moan at each new rise and dip.

"We'll have to spend some time acquainting you with my dark thoughts," he whispered, grinding his cock between the firm cheeks of Marie-Claire's buttocks. "As for Alice? I've known her for years. She's one of nature's head-girls. I imagine her most wicked thoughts revolve around cheating at cricket or using the wrong fork at table."

 

[haremfaery]

"Oh!" Alice said in a surprised voice at the smack on her backside. She yelped a bit with each of his spanks even as she tried to answer his question.

"I, oh! I want to feel her kisses and see what it's like to kiss a woman's soft lips. I want her to touch me while I touch her breasts. She, oh! She has such lovely breasts, you know. I want his hard body against mine. I want him to take me without mercy. OH!"

"I want them to make me their love slave. To force me to do any and everything they wish."

---

Marie-Claire cocked an eyebrow at Will. "You have dark thoughts?" She smirked at the idea. "And all this time, I thought your were an oversexed boyscout." She nuzzled his neck then stuck her tongue in his ear.

Marie-Claire laughed at Will's assessment of Alice. "I don't know. It's the prim and proper ones you have to watch out for."

 

[Maka]

The force of Mesmer's smacks increased with each new confession. The audience were delighted with the show, some of them whistling softly.

"You see, ladies and gentlemen? Alice might have seemed a very proper young woman... but deep down, all she wanted was to be enslaved," the palm of his hand came down hard, "degraded", again, "Made to suck and lick and be fucked like a shameless little slut. She can't get enough, ladies and gentlemen."

He relented for a moment.

"And are those clothes appropriate, Alice? A very sensible dress -but is it what you really are? Don't you want the audience to see you naked, Alice? You don't have anything to be ashamed of, do you? Not any more."


"Even boy scouts have to learn to tie knots, kiddo", Will replied, inclining his head as Marie-Claire's hot, wet little tongue flicked away at his ear. "I'll show you some time..."

The cab driver, with evident reluctance, pulled up outside an aging building in the Victorian Gothic style, overlooking the Thames.

"Victoria Hall, sir. Miss."

His eyes were still on Marie-Claire's luscious cleavage in the mirror.

 

[haremfaery]

Alice yelped with each smack but wriggled her bottom in mounting pleasure. Her creamy white skin glowed rosy in the spotlight. "I think you like spanking me." Alice breathed.

She straightened up and faced Mesmer. "I'm not ashamed. If they saw my body, I know they would want me as much as I want them." She removed her belt and dropped it to the stage then reached her arms around to unzip her dress. She pushed it over her hips and let it slide to the floor. She was wearing a prim serviceable white bra and a white garter belt.

---

Marie-Claire shivered on Will's lap. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth. She imagined Will tying her to a bed. They she thought she should switch to wearing skirts, then she could straddle him right here in the cab. She was sorry when they arrived. Would she and Will ever have a full 24 hours together with no interruptions?

She gave the cabbie a wink when she stepped onto the street.

"Is there a plan?" Will always had a plan. "Do we just take Mesmer into custody?"

 

[Maka]

"I most certainly do enjoy disciplining you," said Mesmer. His breathing was starting to become heavy and even his gaze was starting to flick to the enticing, inviting sight of Alice's wriggling rump.

He nodded approvingly as the red folds of Alice's dress fell to the floor. "You're a highly attractive young woman, Alice. I'm sure your two paramours couldn't resist you now you have a... healthier attitude. And Alice -I have a sneaking suspicion that I was not the only one enjoying our little session. Of course, the audience certainly did but you, Alice. Wasn't it making you rather wet and hot and sticky down there, feeling my hand on your behind; bending over and raising your skirts for me like a common whore? Would you like to give yourself some relief? After all, you have nothing to be ashamed of, do you, my dear? It's a perfectly natural action..."



"Of all the insolent..."

A large woman was leaving the theatre, dragging her dimunitive husband behind her like a yacht towing a tugboat. She almost ran down Will and Marie-Claire. Will stopped them, his air of natural, steely command halting even the grimly determined woman.

"Didn't you enjoy the show, ma'am?"

"Show! That... pornographic exhibition? Shameful, scandalous stuff! Wasn't it, Harold?"

"Yes, dear", said her husband, who looked rather regretful. He brightened as his eye fell on Marie-Claire, whose eyes were still sparkling and cheeks ruddy after her experiences in the taxi.

"Harold and I run a charitable institution in these parts, devoted to uplifting and stimulating the deprived youngsters of Hackney. Last month, we took them to a sermon by the Reverend Paul Donaldson; the month before that on a natural history expedition along the valley of the Thames. I had my doubts when someone recommended this magician fellow..."

"Mesmer?" murmured Will.

"Whatever his beastly foreign name is, but Harold thought they might enjoy it..."

"They..." Harold attempted to interject, but was ignored by all.

"And so against my better judgement I bought the Hackney Boys' Choir tickets. Well! All I can say is that Monsieur Mesmer..."

"He's Czech," Will pointed out.

"Monsieur Mesmer's show is a disgrace, a lewd and obscene attack on British values. With typically filthy foreign suggestiveness, his shameless, low-born accomplice bears a striking resemblance to one of the most pure-minded and patriotic members of our great noble families. We left the moment the tenor of the show became apparent, and we intend to write a sternly worded letter to the Times."

"So... where are the Hackney Choirboys?" Will asked.

The lady's mouth pursed to a single thin white line.

"Couldn't tear them away," whispered Harold.

Will nodded, and started to move inside. A wistful, envious look from Harold and a baleful stare from her husband followed them in.


"I think Alice may have gotten herself into hot water," he told Marie-Claire once they were in the foyer. "Let's see what Mesmer's up to."

He accompanied the words with an indelicately passionate kiss.

 

[haremfaery]

((So sorry for the delay, I had some drama in RL, and the Hurrican Sandy hit and I was without power for a bit and I just started a new job.))

"MMMmmmm, yes.." Alice moaned. "I have no shame at all. It's all very natural." She straightened up and ran her hands down her body stopping at the blonde triangle of hair for a moment before moving her hand in a way that left no doubt as to what she was doing to herself.

---

((Oh dear, porr Alice, I hadn't realized she was someone whom people might recognize.))

Marie-Claire returned Will's kiss without protest. She knew she was a wanton thing, but she wondered at Will's priorities. It sounded like it could be in a very compromising situation. The woman would be mortified when this was over.

She followed Will into the darkened hall and made a little gasp when she saw Alice on the stage. "Mon Dieu!" She hissed. Alice would die of embarrassment if she knew what she was doing. Marie-Claire was upset about this. No one should be made to do things against their will. She smiled to herself thinking of being 'against her Will.' Which is where she would be were not this Mezmer person being such a prick.

 

[Maka]

(no problem! I'm just glad you're okay)


Will's eyebrow shot up as he saw what was taking place on stage. Alice, her red dress pooled about her feet, was enthusiastically masturbing -a flush on her porcelain features, a far away look in her eyes and the little pink tip of her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips. Mesmer stood, looking on approvingly.

Fury rose up in Will at the humiliation of the woman he had fought alongside. Even with the complaints of Harold's wife, it hadn't occured to him that Mesmer's show would have gone this far.

"Show's over, Mesmer," he said, his voice projecting through the entire theatre as he and Marie-Claire strode towards the stage. "Let her go."

Mesmer raised an eyebrow.

"Will Silence. Insufferable crusader for peace, justice, and apple pie. What is the American fascination with apple pie? I've never even found it particularly palatable."

A heavy black revolver had appeared in Will's hand. He cocked it and pointed it at Mesmer without breaking his stride.

"I'm not kidding. Set Alice free."

"I did set her free. She's far happier and more honest with herself now than she was quarter of an hour ago. Aren't you, Alice?"

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire was mortified for poor Alice. She stayed off to the side not sure what she should do, but she pulled her own pistol to cover Will and moved to walk down the far aisle hoping Mesmer couldn't keep an eye on both of them at the same time.

"Ooh, yes. Yes!" Alice shouted in agreement. "I _am_ free!" She recognized Will's voice.

((I forget Will's rank. Captain? I'll edit this later.))

"Captain Silence, what are you doing here? Have you come to punish me? I've been so very naughty." She licked her lips and squinted out over the audience looking in the direction of his voice.

"I _need_ to be punished, Captain Silence. I really do." She breathed. "Is Miss Delacourt here as well? Perhaps _she_ should punish me and you can watch..." Her body trembled at the idea.

 

[Maka]

Will barely recognised Alice. Her underwear, in fact, was everything he might have surmised -a demure, sensible white bra which she filled out more than he'd have supposed and a matching garter belt and crisp white panties but the alluring, pleading breathiness to her voice, the way she stood with long legs planted firmly apart and breasts thrust suggestively forward, the way she let tangled golden hair fall about her pretty, aristocratic face... this was another person from the buttoned-down, even prim English soldier girl he had known.

Mesmer recognised his confusion and a smirk spread across the Warlock's saturnine features. Will kept the gun trained on him.

"I said the show's over," Will murmured to the enraptured audience, motioning with his gun. No need to extend Alice's humiliation, not to mention the risk of her being recognised. The audience members reluctantly began filing out, more than a handful taking in one last, lingering look at the calimastian figure on display for them.

He lifted his voice, addressing Alice.

"We're here to help you, Alice. We'll break Mesmer's spell over you."

"Miss Delacourt...?" Mesmer inquired. He looked Marie-Claire appreciatively. "Oh my. You must have be the female half of the pair dear little Alice has been... describing. You more than live up to expectations. Don't you find Alice pretty, dear -almost as pretty as you? Haven't you noticed those little come-hither glances she must have been shooting you and the strapping Captain Silence. Aren't you even a little tempted, or at least curious...?"

His voice was taking on a rolling, commanding tone, his eyes starting to flash. All the energy of this titan of willpower was being bent on Marie-Claire, and Will had had only a short, bumpy taxi-ride to prepare her for the psychic onslaught. He prayed that it was enough.


(never actually gave Will an official rank so captain will do fine!)

 

[haremfaery]

((You know I have now run into calimastian 3 times since I read your post. It was actually a word of the day in my email ))

Marie-Claire used her own weapon to hurry along the audience, a few pokes and prods verbally and with the muzzle showed them she meant business and at least the people on her side of the threatre moved a little faster.

Marie-Claire remembered what Will told her about Mesmer's powers and while she could feel a strange sensation come over her, what the man on stage was suggesting had already crossed her mind. But she wondered if she played along, if she could get close enough to shoot Mezmer, or just grab Alice and run.

Marie-Claire smiled in what she hoped was a dreamy way. Mezmer was trying to work his tricks on her but so far, she could hold her own.

"Oui, Alice is tres bon. And I have." She began walking slowly toward the stage letting her hips sway and pushing out her breasts. "When we were in the plane, I thought she looked at both of us that way." She licked her lips and kept approaching the stage. "Very tempted. Very curious." She nodded.

She felt a warm sensation through her body, very sensuous. But she felt no compulsion to do anything. She had kissed girls before. In school. The would practice kissing each other other so they would know how to kiss boys. Some times the kissing turned into fondling. Marie-Claire found herself smirking remembering and wondering what Will would think. She imagined that he would love to have a harem full of women. She had no doubt he could service them all. That gave her a little pang of jealousy.

 

[Maka]

The new sway in Marie-Claire's hips could have brought tears to the eye of the male beholder. She pursed her lips, the little pink tip of her tongue flicking across them, as she eyed Alice. Alice giggled, delicately raising a hand to her mouth, as she eyed Marie-Claire. There was suddenly an element of coquettishness to her posture, as she glanced to the side, blushing slightly and looking at Marie-Claire out of the corner of her eye.

Mesmer looked on approvingly, with a fierce hunger sublimated behind those flashing dark eyes.

"So you see, Silence?" he asked. "Animal magnetism in action. You never really appreciated its power."

Will looked on in silence. Had Marie-Claire really succumbed to the hypnotist? Or was it a ruse. Either way, he had to bide his time.