The Mistress of the Night vs The Mistress of Sleep




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There was a creaking in the air as the sounds of a muffled drill resonated in
the empty space. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as the noise
continued. Finally there was the creaking of a rusty metal object, in this
case a ventilation cover. From the ceiling descended a dark clad form on a
line. The intruder spun on it as they descended revealing more of their body
and attire. A black flowing cape cloaked the figure which had a lovely
feminine yet athletic form. Her legs were highlighted in black fishnet tights
which showed off her strong muscles built from her nightly runs across
rooftops. Her physique was also displayed by the black tight leotard she wore,
which featured a V cut neckline. It gave a tempting look at her chest but
still kept her modesty.

Black sleeves covered her arms while bands fitted with some silver beads were
worn over them. The silver points were the only bright element of her costume.
Her brown hair flowed as she descended down the rope billowing like her cape.
The costumed intruder's face was partly hidden by some advanced technological
googles worn as a mask. Otherwise her heart shaped face was exposed with a
pair of full lips, lightly colored with pink lipstick. Landing on her boots
which were strapped tight against her feet, the unique entry and costume meant
there was only one person this could be.

Nocturne, Mistress of the Night.

The heroine secured her line and looked cautiously around the warehouse space.
Behind her goggles a pair of light blue eyes wondered, is it a trap? Nocturne
asked herself and then as usual answered, either way I plan on getting some
information. It was after all her only choice. She had learned long ago that a
superheroine doesn't become successful if she wasn't willing to take chances.
Just make sure it's worth the risk, Bethany remembered a good redheaded friend
of hers mentioning during one of their early encounters.

Nocturne, in reality Bethany Hunter, had assumed her costumed identity after
becoming sick of corruption and lack of power within the police force. She had
only been able to put up with it for three months before leaving. However her
sense of justice and desire to do good in the world had not left Bethany. It
was what had pushed her to develop this persona, get the equipment she needed,
and risk her life each night as Nocturne, although it remained to be seen if
her life was in danger today.

She carefully listened and looked for any sign of her contact. A tip had come
down through her underworld sources; somebody had information on an upcoming
arms sale to one of the gangs in the city. Organized crime was preparing to
profit off their smaller in scale comrades. Nocturne had hoped to catch both
the mobsters and gangbangers in the act resulting in lengthy prison stays for
all of them. She had as of yet though been unable to nail down when the meet
and sale would occur. According to the tip, the person who wanted to meet
Nocturne knew the details and was willing to share.

However things didn't sit right with Bethany. A source having the exact
information smelling of a trap wanting to meet somewhere secluded, yeah its a
trap. There were more than a few criminals either conventional or otherwise
who wanted her gone. So she could have not shown up but if Bethany did that
then she wouldn't know who was after her. However she wasn't unprepared. Ready
in her equipment strap around her thigh were several devices from smoke bombs
to small but powerful explosives. Combined with her fighting skill, Bethany
was confident of her ability to fight her way out of any trap.

The Mistress of the Night though didn't know she was already in danger.
Watching from the shadows of the ceiling rafters, crouched another dark clad
woman. She loosely wore a leather jacket while a black sleeveless leotard was
on under the jacket. Dark grey tights hugged her strong legs while black boots
completed her attire. Across her face was a black mask, highlighted with dark
blue. Short blonde hair covered her head while a deep dark purple colored
lipstick was all the make-up she wore. Quietly she whispered, "Let the games
begin ... ."

Reaching for her coat she removed a small control device. Carefully, she
watched as Nocturne advanced deeper into the warehouse. Once the heroine had
moved between a square area of support pillars, the observer pressed her
control with a smile. Nocturne had been beginning to wonder if she was wasting
her time when suddenly cables shot out from the pillars around her. Bethany
tensed reaching for a knife she had hidden inside her boot. However the cables
didn't come at her but shot to link up with the pillars. In seconds a cage of
shorts had been formed with Nocturne trapped in the center as its prize.

"I don't think so!" she said while reaching for her grapple.

Pulling it from the holster at the small of her back, Nocturne took it and
fired at the ceiling. She was hoping to hook the grasping claw around a metal
beam and then haul herself up. The grapple was intercepted as a series of new
cables stretched across the open space above her. Forming an X, the fresh set
of cables now meant that Nocturne was completely caged. Thinking quickly
Bethany headed for the cables. They were taught but she should be able to
wiggle through them. Nocturne though abandoned that thought as she neared the
cables. A low hum could be heard near them and it caused her to think.
Carefully Nocturne took her small water bottle out. Normally she sipped form
it while on patrol, it now proved to be the best way to test her theory. She
squeezed it sending a small bit of water at the cable. When the water hit it
sizzled and cracked with a spark of electricity.

"Damn." She muttered talking in her electrified cell, whoever this is they
sure are playing smart.

"Looks like I've caught myself a prowler." A voice echoed from above.

Nocturne scanned for the speaker, switching her goggles to their LLAMP mode.
Low light amplification didn't reveal anything in the dark rafters so she
switched to thermal. To Bethany's annoyance there were multiple hot spots
above her that seemed to be coming from steam pipes, maybe part of the old
heating system. It was interesting that the heat was on as the warehouse was
supposed to be abandoned. Should have noticed it sooner, Nocturne chided
herself before moving on to evaluate her hidden adversary's skills, They've
neutralized my options, plus are hiding themselves, not to mention my
electrical pen has me pretty much stuck. Going to have to play their game for
now, "I came seeking information but it seems you had other things in mind."

"That I did Nocturne, but you knew that coming in here, didn't you?" The voice
was a woman's but it kept moving around not letting Bethany pinpoint it.

"What do you want?" Nocturne demanded trying to spot any movement above her.

The voice had a quiet laugh, "We'll get to what I want but at the moment it is
what my employers want that should interest you." She paused before adding,
"They want you out of the cape business."

Nocturne scoffed at the goal, "So they hired you to take me out huh? What are
you, a mercenary, hired killer, supervillainess?"

"I'm a specialist, very good at what I do."

Nocturne naturally asked, "And what's that?"

There was the sound of metal clinking on metal. On guard Nocturne looked for a
threat but didn't see anything. A much closer clinking of metal caused her to
look up to see a small cylinder falling towards her. Bethany ducked out of the
way rolling and assuming a stance which would allow her to move quickly. The
metal canister hit the ground and began to spew purple gas. Nocturne reached
for her small filter mask. Quickly placing it over her nose and mouth she
grinned, perfect Miss Expert will think her gas has gotten me. When she opens
this cage, she'll get a nice little surprise. Bethany would enjoy turning the
tables on her would be captor.

"So a gas mask."

Nocturne was surprised by the voice behind her. Spinning on her heels Bethany
saw her foe, clad in black leather jacket, leotard, grey tights, and boots
standing behind the cables which caged the heroine. The masked woman had dark
blue eyes which gleamed with both intelligence and enjoyment at the sight of
the trapped Nocturne, "Very clever, but my gas doesn't work through the
lungs."

Bethany was confused at what the blonde met till the first wisps of purple gas
touched her body, "Uhhhh ... .whoa ... ..what ... "

It felt like she was suddenly light headed reminding Bethany of times in
college she had had too much to drink. Nocturne swayed a bit but raised her
hands to fight the woman in black if she decided to come inside the cage. The
masked villainess just continued her explanation, a sly smile as she spoke,
"That's more of a mist than a gas my lovely Mistress of the Night. Its
particles are all concentrated sedative and anesthetic."

"No ... ." Nocturne looked to her body. Every part of her costume where her
skin showed was now being moistened with the purple mist/gas. The powerful
sedative caused Bethany to feel her strength waning. Weakly she dropped to a
hosed knee, Nocturne's head swooned as she dropped. Her foe leaned in holding
the cables, which were no longer electrified. She seemed to be no worst for
ware as the gas misted over her.

"That's right my lovely heroine you can't fight it. In fact you'll find you
won't be able to fight me at all tonight."

Nocturne dropped to her hands and knees. Bethany struggled to reach for one of
her explosives bombletes but her fingers slipped off the small sphere. So
dizzy, feeling so weak ... getting sleepy, the confused thoughts were paired a
sigh as eventually the fatigued caused Nocturne to stumbled onto her side.
Landing on her right, Bethany's legs laid across one another while her right
arm curled under her body. Her left arm was draped over her stomach as
Bethany's head struggled to keep from implanting itself on the floor.

Her foe pulled the wires apart, slipping a grey clad leg through the gap and
climbing into the cage. After leaving the cables behind, the masked woman
walked over to the fallen Bethany. Even drugged Nocturne noted that the blonde
was immune to the gas. She could also see how lovely the woman was. Her foe
knelt besides Nocturne looking at her with eager eyes, "Tonight Nocturne is
your last night as a caped crusader."

Weakly Bethany managed to say, "No ... .never ... ."

Her opponent sat on her knees then leaned forwards to get close to her
captive. She brushed some stray hair from Nocturne's face before running a
finger along the heroine's goggles, "Oh you won't have a choice my sweet. You
see, you won't be able to resist."

She lifted her finger and placed it on Bethany's gasmask. By this point
Nocturne was almost completely unconscious. With a smile the masked woman used
the lone finger to roll Nocturne's whole body onto her back. Bethany couldn't
believe she was that weak. Lying on her back now, with her ample chest raising
gently as her breaths slowed; Bethany was helpless as the woman removed her
gas mask. At first she wondered if it was so the foe could drug her more
easily, but then the woman explained, "I want to see those lovely lips of
yours."

Nocturne was almost out as she heard the final words of her captor, "Sleep is
my expertise Nocturne," the masked woman told her, "I'm going to knock you out
over and over. You'll drift to the land of Morpheus and each time your
resistance will fade. In the end you'll be pleading with me to render you
unconscious."

Her eyes nearly closed, breath slowed, a voice no more louder than a sigh
asked, "Who ... .are ... you ... ."

The woman cupped Nocturne's chin and then placed a kiss on her lips. The kiss
was tender and gentle. Pulling away from the kiss the woman told Bethany, "I
am Nyx Mistress of Sleep, and as your mistress I order you to dreamland."

Bethany, Nocturne, obeyed and passed out with a final gentle sigh.

..........................

Nocturne awoke with her chin resting on her ample chest.

Bethany felt sluggish and more than a little weak from her gassing. The
brunette haired avenger stirred slowly as feeling returned to her extremities.
It didn't take long for Nocturne to figure out she was in a sitting position
and bound. Her legs were secured to those of the chair with a some tight
ropes. Bethany felt her wrists were crossed behind the back of the chair.
These were secured to a rope clinched tight around her waist. A brief tug on
the ropes confirmed they had been tied expertly which meant tightly. Her
goggles were still on her face along with the rest of her costume, except...

"Looking for this?" Nyx was standing in front of her, a smile on her masked
face. Dangling from her hand was Nocturne's equipment pack which she wore
around her thigh.

Feeling her strength slowly returning, Bethany decided to play for some time.
She knew a bit about escaping from bondage both from training and...personal
adventures. Just had to play for time, she thought before speaking, "I would
have doubted your supposed expertise otherwise."

Nyx slung the belt around her shoulder like it was a prize. She walked
forwards her grey clad legs smoothly gliding as she crossed her arms under her
chest, pushing up her breasts a bit, "I am quite well versed in your tools of
the trade Nocturne, even without your belt of tricks I know your still a
dangerous opponent." she smiled, "However I've taken precautions."

Nocturne wondered what she meant when the heroine smelled something. Not long
after sniffing it though Bethany's head swooned. She was feeling a little
dazed, "Uhhhh......"

"Those ropes you were busy scraping and jostling as you try to see if you can
escape have been thoroughly soaked in my favorite chemical." Nyx explained as
she came closer. She took the swooning Nocturne's head by the chin. Gently
easing Nocturne's head up to help the heroine look her in the eyes, "A little
something that a Sleep Mistress can't live without."

It had taken a few moments but Bethany recognized the faint but strong smell,
"...Chloroform."

"A gold star for the soon to be former Mistress of the Night," Nyx
congratulated Nocturne as she let go of the heroine's chin. Bethany's head
dipped down again wondering how long the ropes had to have been soaked in the
sleep inducing chemical to be so strong smelling. Nyx decided to get close and
personal with her captive.

She sat atop Nocturne's bound lap, swinging her legs over the heroine's left
leg, crossing them. An arm slipped around Nocturne's shoulder while the other
once again lifted her chin so that she could look Nyx in the eyes. The sleep
enduing villainess had dark blue eyes which glowed with enjoyment at the
Nocturne's predicament.

Nocturne narrowed her eyes and looked defiant, as defiantly as she could with
her head clouded from the chloroform fumes. She answered Nyx's earlier taunt,
"Never...going..to happen."

Nyx stroked her cheek as she answered back, "That's so cute, I love it when
the heroine is all defiant."

"Talk...all you want..," Nocturne said.

"Silly superheroine", Nyx responded as she stroked Bethany's face, "Who said I
was going to talk...."

The dark haired woman leaned in and placed a kiss on Nocturne's lips. Bethany
tried to resist but she was already handicapped and couldn't focus. For a
moment Nocturne wondering if Nyx was trying to knock her out by cutting off
her oxygen with a long lip lock. Nyx though just continued to kiss, probing
Bethany's mouth with her tongue or sweetly brushing her lips. It felt like the
kiss was lasting ages and afterwards Bethany couldn't help but sigh in
response. Nyx looked to have enjoyed the sapphic kiss as well. Bethany was
about to speak again when she felt a wave of weakness wash over her.
Nocturne's head started to loll and Nyx whispered into her ear.

"A kiss can be such a great thing." Nyx spoke as Nocturne began to feel the
warm embrace of unconsciousness coming over her again, "It ends a great date,
begins a great night, or is what sends us off to dreamland."

Drugged...lipstick..., the thought one of her last conscious ones, for
Nocturne who began to tilt her head back as her lips parted.

"ooohh....." the sigh that escaped her lips was quiet, soft, and totally
seductive. Nyx's cheek's flushed as she enjoyed the sounds of Nocturne
drifting to sleep once again. She placed another kiss of her special lipstick
on the heroine, this time right above her chest in the open V part of her
leotard. The lipstick imprinted there as Nyx made her mark. Nyx hopped off the
heroine's lap, running a hand down her prisoner's fishnets. After enjoying the
feel of Nocturne's legs, Nyx began to undo the chloro-soaked ropes as Nocturne
slept unknowing what awaiting her next.

.....................................

A faint breeze went over Bethany's skin.

The dip in temperature caused the brunette beauty to stir. Nocturne sighed
softly as feeling slowly, very slowly, returned to her form. Confused,
Nocturne tried to get her bearings but couldn't quite open her eyes.
Still....feel weak, Bethany thought. It was different from her previous
experiences with Nyx's tricks. Nocturne felt more sluggish, like her strength
was being suppressed. Nocturne was lying on her back possibly on some sort of
table. As she slowly regained her feelings Bethany realized she was missing
elements of her costume.

The cool air she felt on her face and skin could also be felt by her feet. It
didn't take long for Bethany to realize she was missing her boots. She had
been left in her stocking feet, strangely, unbound. While she still had her
leotard on, Nocturne could feel that her arm bands and cape had been taken.
She was annoyed to be missing so much of her costume but it wasn't till her
eyes started to open that Bethany realized that the most important piece of
her attire was gone.

"My...goggles..." she muttered. With shock, the Mistress of the Night realized
she had been unmasked. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue but they still looked
sacred. My identity...no...if its exposed, Bethany sighed in protest. Weakly
she looked around to see she was still in the warehouse. Bethany was indeed on
some sort of table, an old workbench for the warehouse.

"Hmmm you're awake," the voice of Nyx said with a hint of pleasure. Bethany
tried to look away, a useless effort to hide her identity but one she made
none the less. Nyx walked in a bag slung over her shoulder. The blonde
apologized, "Sorry about the draft, I needed to bring the van around."

Nocturne, trying to regain some confidence asked, "What...are you after..."

Nyx slipped the bag off her shoulder, lying it on the ground. She leaned on
the table looming over Nocturne some, "Worried I'm after your 'secret
identity'?" Nyx quietly laughed, "My sweet Nocturne, I just removed your mask
so I could better appreciate your beauty." Nyx reached out and caressed
Bethany's chest. The heroine sighed trying to fight the seductive touches of
her breasts by Nyx, but too weak to do anything about it.

"Besides, you are Nocturne to me," Nyx told her, "Whoever else you are doesn't
matter any longer." The sleep mistress moved, her hand running down Nocturne's
form, "If your wondering why you can't quite move, I gave you a strong
sedative while you slept. A little injection to help you rest." The blonde
savored the description, "I just slipped in the needle, a little shot, never
hurt anyone. You were so lovely as your slept Nocturne, so peaceful."

Bethany heard Nocturne's every word. As she described how Nocturne slept,
Bethany couldn't help but take note of the joy in Nyx's voice as she spoke. A
sigh escaped her lips as she asked, "Why...do you...take such pleasure in
this?"

Nyx paused in her little rotation around the drugged damsel. The blonde played
with Nocturne's stocking foot, running her fingers up and down the nylon sole.
Nocturne sighed a bit at the touch but was able to listen as Nyx explained,
"I'm immune to anesthetics."

"You...can't...be knocked out?" Bethany realized.

Nyx was now running her fingers up Nocturne's thigh, "Well, a good whack to
the head can do it. I can sleep as well, its just nothing can ever put me to
sleep." She leaned in near Nocturne's upper body. Resting on an elbow, her
other hand traced the V cut of Bethany's leotard. The heroine closed her eyes
a bit as Nyx's expert fingers, seemed to know just how to tease her skin. The
villainess put her lips to Bethany's ear, "But I'll never be able to sample
sleeping gas or taste the faint scent of chloroform. I could inject myself
with that sedative I gave you all day...nothing."

Nocturne was confused, "Why...why would you want to....knock yourself out?"

The sleep mistress pulled back a bit, using her hand to now brush Nocturne's
face, "What happens when you are being knocked out Nocturne? You loose all
your strength, maybe you fight the effects, hoping that you can overcome the
power of what is draining you." She leaned in again, speaking softly, almost
seductively into Nocturne's ear, "But you can't. It's too strong, your body is
so weak, it just wants to sleep." Suddenly Nyx pulled away, a hand to her
chest now, "Yet you protest, 'no', the cry leaves your lips. The loss of
control, feeling like your completely helpless...to experience that once...."

Nyx returned her hand to Nocturne, brushing her face, "I may not be able to
experience that directly but I can have my fun..."

Bethany was almost captivated by Nyx's words but, "You...do this to
people....just to get a thrill?"

The harsh tone of the heroine came through even her fatigue. Nyx pouted, "You
don't approve?" She laughed though after a moment, "I get to do what most
people don't." She was now standing at the head of Nocturne's table. Leaning
over Bethany, Nyx smiled, "I get to combine work and pleasure."

Nocturne looked away, "You'll...never use me for...your games."

Nyx lightly chuckled, "My dear," she cupped Bethany's face, "You already are."

Bethany didn't realize what was in Nyx's other hand till it was too late. A
white cloth seemingly appeared out of nowhere, which was then placed over
Nocturne's nose and lips. The brunette cried out softly as she smelled it,
chloroform. Her eyes looked to Nyx who seemed captivated. "This is my
favorite..." she cooed as she gently pressed the cloth against Nocturne's
face, "The feel of your body against mine, well," Nyx corrected, "Not right
now we'll be doing this again in the future."

Nocturne sighed heavily into the cloth, I'm...already drugged...why...why give
me more. As if she could read her mind, Nyx answered, "You're already so weak
aren't you? Why would I give you something more," She leaned in looking into
Nocturne's eyes, "Because I can, because I want to make you my sleepy
plaything, and of course...." she paused and smiled, "You look so good while
you sleep."

Bethany groaned as she sucked in more of the fumes. I don't believe
it...she's...completely dominating me...I'm so weak. Her eyes were nearly
closed when much to her surprise, the cloth pulled away from her lips. Fresh
air entered her lungs and for the life of her, Nocturne had no idea why when
Nyx had her nearly finished off, she pulled the cloth away. Part of the answer
came when a pair of lips gently smothered Bethany's. Weakened as she was
Bethany responded back to the kiss without resistance. Part of her though
enjoyed it, Nyx was such a good kisser.

The other reason though wasn't immediately clear to Nocturne. Following their
kiss Nyx moved to where she had placed her bag earlier. Feels like that
was...hours ago, Bethany thought. Nyx placed something at the foot of the
table. She was in such a exhausted state, Nocturne couldn't lift her head to
look at what Nyx might be doing. Nocturne just felt so weak that she couldn't
even react as Nyx took hold of her feet. What...is she doing? Bethany tried to
raise her head but it lifted barely a few centimeters before she lost her
strength. Numbed all over though Bethany couldn't decide what Nyx was doing.
Feels like...something is covering me?

Despite her weakness, Bethany had been able to tell she wasn't bound. Now
though it was like her legs were being constricted together. Yet no rope
graced her ankles, no chains were being wrapped around her, what was Nyx doing
to her? It took her a few moments to hear something, a sound she was familiar
with. It was a soft swish, the sound of fabric rubbing together. Nocturne
realized with confusion it was nylon. Before she could voice a question, Nyx
came into view.

"Curious?" she asked. Not letting Bethany answer she revealed that Nocturne's
cape was in her hands, "Let me help you out." Nyx folded the cape so that it
became a pillow. She placed it under Nocturne's head and the beauty finally
got to see what was happening. Barely her eyes opened wider but Bethany was
able to quietly speak her shock.

"You're...cocooning me?"

Nocturne could see that her legs beneath her knees were covered in a dark
nylon material. It was as if someone had slipped Bethany's legs into a pair of
dark pantyhose. She had heard about nylon wombs or cocoons before, but had
never expected to find herself in one.

Nyx smiled, "My own design, a special artificial fabric, tougher than those
fishnets you wear so well." Nyx moved down to take hold of her special cocoon,
"It's tougher than nylon of course, but just as restrictive." Nyx pulled the
material up some more, covering Nocturne's knees. The blonde smiled like a cat
that had caught the canary, "Actually it might even be tighter."

Bethany gasped as the smooth but strong material slid up her legs. Nyx was
making the entire experience a seductive one for Nocturne. The villainess's
hands slid all over Bethany's legs. The heroine sighed as each touch brought
more of the nylon prison around her and caused her to feel pleasure from the
contact. Nyx enjoyed herself as well, showing it on her face as she cocooned
Nocturne further.

"You ... .won't get ... .away ... with this," Nocturne sighed through her
exhaustion.

Nyx didn't reply. She focused on stretching her special restraint over
Nocturne's hips and butt. Bethany was given a gasp as Nyx ran her hand over
the top of her leotard's crotch. The blonde continued to work the nylon up.
It's ... so tight ... even if ... .I wasn't ... drugged I might not be able to
... escape, Nocturne thought. The brunette beauty gasped as Nyx's hands roamed
over her chest. She felt her arms and breasts being covered; Bethany of course
couldn't help but notice how Nyx's hands lingered on her chest.

"Mmmmm all wrapped up," Nyx said with delight as she admired Nocturne's bound
form.

Bethany managed to lift her head slightly seeing from her shoulders to her
feet she was now completely wrapped up the dark nylon like fabric. It took a
moment for Nocturne to realize that the color of her unique prison matched her
fishnets. Nyx leaned in, running a hand down Nocturne's now smooth silky
covered form. The heroine struggled lightly but she was too weak.

"So sexy, like a present ready to be unwrapped," Nyx teased, a finger tracing
Nocturne's perked breasts, "But not quite yet. Now I think it's time for you
to sleep, mistress of the night."

Bethany struggled to speak, "You ... can't ... do this ... "

Nyx took hold of the remaining material. Nocturne was shocked as the sleep
inducer pulled even more of the fabric up. Weakly she protested, "No ... .you
... .can't ... .don't ... ." The pleas though fell on the deaf ears. Smiling
Nyx pulled the stretchy nylon up and over Nocturne's head. Bethany felt the
material on her skin, rubbing against it, and feeling like her tights were on
her face.

The sleep mistress secured the material which now cocooned Nocturne from head
to toe. Bethany stirred but just felt overwhelming helpless. So ... weak ...
wrapped up in ... this ... cocoon, Nocturne internally groaned. As she moved
Bethany began to notice a scent in the air. She sniffed and recognized the
smell from just moments before.

"You ... soaked this in ... chloroform?" Bethany asked in shock.

Nyx laughed, "Of course I did."

She leaned over the cocooned Nocturne, her hand stroking the nylon clad cheek
of her prisoner. Nyx brought her lips to Nocturne's ear quietly speaking,
"You're going to struggle in my cocoon, each breath you take making you
weaker, and weaker; till you just go off to sleep."

Nocturne sighed as she breathed the fumes. Bethany thought about holding her
breath but she was too far gone to really consider fighting it. Her head
swooned as she slowly squirmed, her arms and legs struggling to move. The soft
swish of nylon filled her ears as Nyx stroked her, "It won't be long now."

The heroine sighed as she struggled to keep her eyes open, can't ... fall
asleep ... if I do. Nocturne felt a pair of lips on her cocoon. Nyx was softly
kissing her through the material. It didn't take long for the villainess to
leave her lipstick's mark on the dark material. Nyx patted Nocturne's cheek,
"Sweet dreams, Mistress of the Night."

I'm ... Nocturne ... can't ... .be defeated ... not like ... like. Bethany's
pretty eyes slowly shut. Her breathing slowed and she settled into the drugged
slumber her prison demanded. Nyx kissed again, enjoying the sight and feel of
her prisoner. She enjoyed this for a few more moments before taking Nocturne's
bundled form into her arms. Despite her looks, Nyx was quite strong. She
brought Nocturne's form to the van where the helpless heroine went to lay on a
padded floor.

Nyx grinned from ear to ear as she walked around to the front of the van.
Climbing into the driver's seat, she stole a glance back at her sleeping
beauty. Nyx thought with a sly smile, sweat dreams Mistress of the Night ...
curiosity of Mistress of Sleep.