Hex Girls vs Diabolical Disc Demon
“Gee Mr. Decade…tonight was the greatest blind date I’ve ever been on!” Dusk warbled, tossing her enormous pigtails back and forth.
“Call me Ace,” the rocker grinned. He was sporting a wild shock of red and orange hair and black eye-make-up over his white face, blue spandex, gray and red....
“Ace….” Dusk gasped breathlessly. “You look like you used to rock with KISS!”
Ace laughed. “Actually, I’m a record producer.”
“REALLY!” This was even better somehow, Dusk thought. At last, she and the Hex Girls would hit it big. She wrapped her arms around him, and was inaudible for the next few minutes as her tongue probed every part of his mouth.
Ace playfully pushed her back a step. “As great as that was, there’s something I’d like to do even more with you.”
“Anything!” she blurted out, not knowing whether it was his profession, freaky get-up, or kiss that turned her on more. He leaned over and whispered into her ear.
She stood shocked, as if she hadn’t quite heard it right. Then a sly grin broke in across her face. “Okay, Mr. Decade…so long as two can play at that game.”
“I promise,” he smiled devilishly.
A few minutes later, Dusk was securely bound, with thick ropes surrounding her red shredded top and leggings, buckled boots of black and white, and even her black and white striped romper. “So what comes next?” she asked innocently as Ace ducked behind her.
“This!” he laughed as he pulled a thick cloth over her mouth and nose. Momentarily caught off guard, she began to shake her head back and forth, telling him it was a little too much for her, but too late.
“Now don’t feel bad, my dear Dusk” Ace said with a hollow metallic voice. “You’ll be the first of your band to become my captive, so enjoy.”
At that moment, there was the sound of glass shattering behind Ace Decade. He whirled around to see Luna, standing there, frozen in shock, as if she could barely comprehend what she had just seen. A shattered wine goblet covered the floor around her pointed shoes.
Dusk’s muffled cries underneath her gag seemed to snap Luna out of her temporary paralysis. Spinning on one heel, she bolted for the door as Ace sprang up to seize her. A moment after putting her hand on the door, she saw stars, collapsing into the hands of Dusk’s captor.
What seemed like hours only took minutes. Groggily, Luna came to her senses. Like her fellow Hex Girl, she was bound hand and foot, with the offending gag wrapped around her mouth, tied behind her spiky pink hair. Ace eyed her up and down, admiring the rope coils around her black pants, red and white shirt, knots across her puffy sleeves and red boots.
“Two down…one Thorn to go,” Ace grinned. At that moment, he heard a rattling of the door. “Got to hide for my ambush, so your guitarist can join you soon. Mum’s, or should I say mumbles’ the word!” He laughed as both ladies helplessly mouthed objections into their gags.
Within minutes, Thorn had knelt before her gal pals. “Don’t worry Dusk and Luna…I’ll have you loose in a jiffy.”
The drummer and bassist frantically mumbled warnings to their friend as Ace crept up behind her, a pair of cloths in his hands. Before she realized what had happened, one was covering Thorn’s lips and nose. The raven-haired player with red highlights struggled, though it was hard with her right hand pinned behind her. By the time she had reached with her free hand, she only managed to temporarily pull off her mask before the ether fumes overcame her.
When she came to, Thorn found herself bound and gagged, just like her fellow bandmates. Ropes were pulled tight around her black dress and white puffy shirt, above her red belt but just below her chest. Even her red stockings had been removed, as they were used to knot her ankles. She glared at her captor, as if he were little more than dirt below her feet.
“Each of you will now become my…” Ace began, but found himself interrupted by a throat clearing behind him.
“Ace Decade,” a tall, striking redhead offered in a sharp tone. He eyed her neck collar, corset cut to expose her belly-button, mini-skirt, and thigh-high boots and gloves reaching up to her biceps, each a combination of black and purple. With hair in a ponytail and big hooped earrings, she was almost unrecognizable. Almost…yet he had fantasized about her in prison, and those green eyes and pouty lips couldn’t be mistaken.
“Daphne Blake,” he smiled.
“Call me Crush….I’m the new singer her, and nobody messes with my girlfriends.”
He considered her almost waif-like form. “Why don’t you just give up peacefully, so we can get on to the business of the ropes and cloth to silence you?”
She adopted a fighter pose. “I’m a lot tougher than you think.”
“We’ll see,” he snapped, launching himself at her like a linebacker trying to sack the quarterback. But amazingly, she disappeared as his hands grasped only air, leading him to collapse in a heap.
As Ace Decade stumbled to his feet, Daphne prepared for another attack. “Looks like you’ve traded up from pirating records to a record kidnapping,” she observed.
“Why don’t you become my fourth?” Decade insisted, then sprinted toward her. No leaving his feet this time, he thought. But Daphne swung to her side, and chopped the back of his neck with the flat edge of her hand, leaving him on his stomach, wishing he had a whiplash collar.
After a few minutes, he painfully he rose to his feet. Daphne had not moved toward rescuing her friends, but was anticipating the next attack. Not only was she grinning, but her gloved hand beckoned him forward. Like an angry bull, he charged forward, intending to grab her, squeeze her, stuffing that sarcastic mouth of hers…
The next thing he knew, her boot made contact with his jaw, a textbook kick that sent him on his back, nearly on the verge of unconsciousness. Daphne stood above him, smug with victory. “This is one girl you won’t get to taste your gag…” she sneered, but then, before she could react, Ace had swung his legs hard, slamming into her boots just above her ankle. The force knocked her off her feet, causing her to temporarily lose her breath as she feel to the floor. In a flash, he rolled her on her back.
“N….nghhhhhhh” she grunted as the cloth Ace had been holding was shoved between her lips. As she fought to expel the wad with her tongue, she vainly fought his attempt to pin her arms behind her back, lashing the gloved wrists together. By the time she had pushed the wad from her mouth, a new cloth was pulled over her mouth.
“Let’s see that mouthy mouth of yours say anything else tonight!” Ace leered. Not only did he knot her ankles tightly at the ankles over the boots, but he bound her thighs just below the edge of her miniskirt, pulling one more tie between her legs that caused her to gasp. It pleased him to see her in such discomfort. He made sure that the bonds on her biceps were also pulled snug beneath her ample chest over the corset. She sat on her legs, an angry stare her only reply to his lascivious eyes.
“Now, my bound beauties, it’s time we depart to my own van, where you’ll be kept in my custody until the ransom is fully paid by the record label. Only then will the Hex Girls be released. You, my dear damsel,” he said, clearly indicating Daphne, “will stay with me much longer, as an insurance policy of sorts, as my private prisoner!”
Over the whimpers of his abductees, Ace Decade could not hear the door shutting quietly behind him. But Velma, who had hoped to follow Daphne to the rehearsal to catch up with the Hex Girls, had slipped away while Ace was taunting his enslaved band members. While impressed with Daphne’s defense, she saw the futility of it against such an evil villain. Within minutes, the sheriff and his deputies would be sure to arrive, and she’d get credit for the rescue. More importantly, they’d surely give her the role she always wanted, keyboardist for the Hex Girls. By the time help arrived, she hoped to have her name. Maybe “poison…” yeah, that sounded like a HexGirl name.
-Story and Art by Barney Brazil