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1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?

Three years. Good grief.

2.What does your username mean?

I wouldn't have thought that would be altogether difficult to define.

3. Describe yourself in three words.

Enthusiastic, perverse, non-committal.

4. Are you left or right handed?


5. What was your first deviation?

Senshi Defeated"Ami! You're here!" Usagi called out excitedly to her friend. The blonde haired girl ran up to the new arrival, and hugged her tightly.
"Uh, good to see you too, Usagi." Ami's reply was subdued. Looking over Usagi's shoulder, she saw that she'd been the last of the five to get there. The other three - Makoto, Minako, and Rei - were standing together some distance away. Streetlights flickered pathetically, barely keeping the night from encroaching upon the alley in which Ami had been instructed to meet the group.
"Usagi, this isn't the time for pleasantries!" Makoto barked.
"Oh, right," Usagi said sheepishly. Ami looked at the others. They weren't looking at each other.
"What's happened?" Ami asked. "Why wouldn't you tell me on the phone?"
"Because we don't know who might be listening," Makoto said. "Whoever's done this knows about us."
"Done what? What's going on?" Usagi pressed something into Ami's hand, a piece of paper with something written on it.
"My dear Makoto," Ami read. "Or sh

Senshi Defeated.

6. What is your favourite type of art to create?

Fantastical fiction in which lovely ladies are cruelly captured. (Add "alliterative" to question 3).

7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?

The composition of music.


8. What was your first favourite?

Nami and Robin Strong World 2 by lostonezero

9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?

Damsel-in-distress art.

10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?

Visual art? Too many to count. I'll mention two: :iconlostonezero: and :iconshibaji:

11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?

:iconpoorusername: probably!


12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?

:iconjjavangard: helped me tremendously in the development of my first OC story, even producing artwork that really brought the ladies of Trouble in Paradise to life. :iconpoorusername: and :iconjackmackhack: helped me out a lot, especially in the early days when I was still developing a style. :iconcamiocorvus: :iconmad-man-with-a-pen: and :icongundam20012005: have also been awesome in helping to inspire me.

13. What are your preferred tools to create art?

Deviantart, and the brains of my friends.

14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?

In discussion with one of the many imaginative people I've mentioned.


15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?

The first comment on my first story.



Lyna and Ruhani - One Last Kiss
"I don't...I don't believe it..." Lyna thought to herself despairingly. "I can't do anything." She tugged on the ropes that so tightly and cruelly connected her wrists to her ankles, but it was no more given to budge than the other tough cords wrapped around her body. The flame-haired goddess was powerless: not only was she all tied-up, she was tightly gagged too, and other than sealing her voice, this also sealed her magic. She sat primly on her pretty knees, forced into a submissive pose by her vile captors.

This alone would have been enough to shame the lovely swordswoman, but her own captivity meant as nothing to Lyna compared with the fate of her fellow captive, the beautiful, caramel-skinned Princess Ruhani. She two was bound, as tightly as Lyna, cords of tough rope holding her limbs against each other, even pulled between her supple breasts in a strict harness.
"Mmmmhhnnn..." the smooth damsel moaned, dismayed by the sight of her red-haired lover looking so weak and helpless. "I'm so sorry, my love..." She felt as though their peril was of her own making. The truth, however, was a little more complex than that...

The two beautiful young women had managed to find some solitude in the forests of Leádra. They lay on the grassy ground, and entwined each other in their slender limbs, kissing over and over as they whispered their love in the shade of the trees. But they were focussed too much on each other, and when the ambush came, neither noticed before it was too late.

Rough hands had seized them, and thrust thick, dirty cloths over their mouths before they could scream. Ruhani was forced to the ground, and had to lie there and watch as Lyna wrestled vainly with the three kidnappers who had taken the maidens by surprise.
"NNNMMPHHH!!" the goddess screamed, over and over again, but it hadn't helped. Without her magic, Lyna was much weaker than the burly men holding her. She was easily held in check, and they wrapped yards and yards of rope around her lovely body, binding her arms behind her back, securing her thighs and calves tightly together.

Ruhani was far too weak to fight her captors off. Her slender wrists were firmly lashed together, and her long, smooth legs were bound at the ankles and knees, as she mewed pitifully.

Once both were bound captives, they were bundled into the back of a cart, and strong horses sped them away.
"Sorry to interrupt your 'private time', Princess," one of the kidnappers said, "but after your little escape from the auction block in Koulton, a lot of people have wanted to have Princess Ruhani as a trophy."
"And as for your red-haired...friend," another said, pulling the goddess to her feet, her struggles useless in her strong bonds, "I'm sure a goddess will sell for plenty."

"Mmmmphhh..." Ruhani moaned, wiggling uselessly. "Mh!" She was taken off guard yet again by the feeling of a thick cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose.
"Rhhhnhhh!" Lyna cried out. "Rhh-MMPHH!! MMMMPHHHH!!" A cloth was pressed over her pretty mouth as well, and to her horror she sensed a familiar scent. "Mmmmphh! Mmmm...mmphh..." Her slender body was weakening, and she knew exactly why.
"Nnmmmphh...mmhhhnnn..." Ruhani mewed, as she felt a familiar weakness spread through her as well. " don't...drug me..."

But her mental protests were no use. The two damsels felt their bodies grow warm, a sweet cloud wrapping them up, dulling their senses and their thoughts. They felt the men drugging them begin fondling their increasingly limp bodies. Lyna's head drooped, and through half-closed eyes she saw her breasts being squeezed, and Ruhani felt coarse hands running up and down her bare legs.

"Nnnmmphhhmmphh..." Lyna whimpered, her green eyes growing dull and listless, her struggles scarce more than twitches. "Ruhani...I..." She didn't finish her thought. Her body sagged back against her captor, and her head fell onto her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she lost consciousness.
"Heh," her captor chuckled. "I thought a goddess would be a little tougher than that." He let Lyna go, and she fell to her knees, swaying like a willow's leaves. Her knees hit the wooden floor first, then her body fell prone, her head coming to rest just in front of Ruhani's.

The feminine princess had watched her skilled and powerful lover reduced to the status of a kidnapped damsel-in-distress, just as weak and tamed as Ruhani herself. As she too began to succumb to the fumes, she felt something pulse through her, and she wasn't quite sure what it was. But it struck her just as she happened to glance at Lyna's bound body.
"She gorgeous..." Ruhani thought, as her eyes fell shut too, and she swooned.

When the two damsels awoke, hours later, they were stashed in a tiny room, bound even more tightly than before. Lyna found herself effectively hogtied: her ankles connected to her wrists. Gentle Ruhani found a harness between her breasts, keeping her from being able to struggle much. More than this, the two maidens found that they had been stripped, and placed into incredibly revealing, silky outfits.

"Mmmmphhh!" Lyna moaned, looking down at her almost naked body. "We look like...slave-girls..."
"No...they're going to sell us," Ruhani thought. For some reason, she thought suddenly that the training she'd received as noble - to be courteous, polite and feminine - would be perfect training for a meek, humble little slave as well.

The captive beauties looked at each other, their tight confines meaning each young woman could feel the other's long, silky-smooth legs against her own, could feel the other's sinuous wriggles as they fought vainly against their bonds.
"Mmmhhnnn..." Ruhani looked deeply into Lyna's eyes, and the two captives stared into each other. Bound, gagged and almost naked, the two young women felt humiliation ripple through them like fierce waves, their cheeks red with shame. Guilt throbbed in them, Ruhani certain that it was her fault they had been the kidnappers' targets, Lyna ashamed at her failure to protect her lover.

But within that shame there was an illicit thrill in being so powerless, their feminine sensuality so heightened by their enslavement that their bare skin had become incredibly sensitive. Each could feel sweat on the other's skin, could feel heat rising from her own body.

"She's so beautiful..." each thought. They moved closer, and pressed their gagged lips against each other. They began to caress each other's bound bodies with desperate and fierce intensity, so aroused and so uncertain of their eventual fate that it was as if they were trying to drink in the other's essence. They were right to try to make the most of their time. For soon enough, the door to their prison opened.

A woman walked in, tall and sharp-faced.
"Princess Ruhani," she said, "so pleased to see you're enjoying your accomodation. But duty calls. We've got a very interested buyer, who's heard all those stories about you being the loveliest mortal alive." She took Ruhani by the chin, inspecting her lovely face. "So some stories are true, I see." She turned her eyes to the goddess. "We've not yet convinced her to take you, though. Apparently after what happened to Beatrice, people are a little hesitant about taking Paradise-girls as slaves."

It took a moment to sink in, but the lovers realised that they were to be separated. They looked at each other, panicked. Even captivity was bearable when they were together. But to be separated, perhaps never to see each other again.
"Mmmphh!" Ruhani suddenly thrust her body forward, eyes wide with desperate longing, trying to press her lips against Lyna's, perhaps for the last time.
"Mmmhhnnn..." Lyna mewed, half-closing her eyes as her beautiful princess came close.

But their lips touched only briefly before the sharp-faced woman seized Ruhani by the ropes around her chest, and hauled her up. She grabbed her slinky waist, and slung the caramel-skinned maiden over her shoulder, feeling the princess' breasts bouncing against her back. She turned around, and Ruhani's eyes met Lyna's, tears welling in them as she mewed plaintively.
"Lyna...please...please rescue me..." the captive princess thought. But as she disappeared into the darkness, Lyna felt fully how impossible that was. She, a goddess, was utterly helpless, just as much in need of rescue as Ruhani herself. As her lover was taken away from her, Lyna's only hope was that she too would be bought by Ruhani's new owner.

"I'll be a slave...I'll be meek and obedient," she thought, "if I can just be with her..."

Well now well now! Take a look at this loveliness, a commission by the awesome :iconlilith-fetish: of the beautiful Ruhani and her goddess lover Lyna, stars of my recently concluded "Trouble in Paradise" saga. It's an absolutely awesome picture, and I thought it deserved an accompaniment as well. Please leave comments on what you think of both art and story, and direct your praise to :iconlilith-fetish: !

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The two were carried along for quite some time. Looking through her captor's legs, Jill even saw a very faint, weak glow in the East, the first herald of the Sun's arrival. Both bound, gagged young women were getting to the point of exhaustion, but their struggles continued in some form or other. The nylon ropes wrapped around Jill and Ada's beautiful bodies may have been relatively soft, but they bit hard into them after such a long time keeping them trussed up, and it was impossible not to struggle at least a little. Neither captor seemed to care overmuch. They knew the pair were helpless.

But then, they were not entirely helpless. While bound back to back, Ada had started trying to untie Jill's wrists. She hadn't got far, but she had loosened the S.T.A.R.S. officer's bonds a little. In the hour of struggling while slung over the villager's shoulder, Jill had managed to loosen them even further. Moreover, she saw the blade in the villager's back pocket...

Ada was still feeling the effects of the move that the woman had used to knock her out. She felt weak, not as though she would pass out, but...scrambled somehow, unable to think clearly enough to find a way out of her captivity. It was like she was being forced to play the role of damsel-in-distress in mind as well as body.
"All I need is a handsome prince," she thought bitterly.

No prince was coming: Ada would have to make do with a princess. She heard a grunt behind her, and looked to see Jill and the villager behind her collapsing onto the ground.
"Whhmmphh?" It was possible that the slouching, stumbling villager had just happened to trip, but she saw vile coloured blood trickling along the ground. Then, impossibly, she saw Jill standing up.

What Jill had managed to do was, in order: untie the knots around her wrists; reach for and grab the knife in the villager's pocket; slit the bonds around her chest and elbows; plunge the knife into the villager's back and sever his spine; cut the bonds on her legs. Ada blinked in astonishment, and even Jill would have been rather impressed with herself, if not for more urgent matters at hand: namely, freeing Ada.

The thump of his co-captor hitting the ground did eventually draw the dim-witted villager's attention, but by then Jill was already rushing towards him. I have called the weapon she wielded a 'knife', but it was a formidable, serrated number of considerable length. Thus, when she slashed his arm, she left a huge, gaping wound in it, that weakened it enough that he dropped Ada completely.

"Mmmphh!" she grunted, landing on a muddy track. She looked up to see the wounded man-creature lunge at Jill. He was much more purposeful than a T-Virus zombie, Ada realised, but he wasn't all there. His reactions were slow, and he missed the first punch by a mile. Realising he was armed, he reached for his knife, but by this time Jill had attacked again: and completely severed his head.

"Oh!" she gasped. As the ugly skull rolled away, Jill was a little shocked. She'd done such things to zombies before, but never at close range, and never to one that seemed so human. Its body still stood, which only made things eerier. Jill left it where it was, and started to cut Ada free.

"Are you okay?" she said, as she removed the damsel's silk gag.
"Yeah, peachy," Ada replied, rather aware that Jill, in rescuing her, was being honestly heroic. Ada thought herself smarter and savvier than this more naive seeming woman, yet she'd ended up just as helpless, and even more in need of saving. 

It was just as Jill cut the last of Ada's ropes, untying her ankles, that the Chinese agent saw that the beheaded villager was not quite finished with them. Its neck stump was throbbing, something spurting out of it - not blood, but some viscous liquid. Then, quite suddenly, something burst out of the stump. Ada jumped. Jill turned her head, and saw a thorny, green tentacle burst out of the villager's wound.

She jumped up, brandishing the knife, as one single, bloodshot eye opened on the tendril, and looked straight at her. It was revolting, and it stank of things Jill didn't want to contemplate.
"Hey, Crocodile Dundee," Ada said from behind her. "I hope you're really good with that knife." Jill looked, and saw the villager that had been carrying her. He too was back up, but walking backwards at the two women. This was because, like the other, a tendril had sprouted from him: out of the wound in his spine. 

"Oh, god," Jill said, putting her hand to her mouth. Everything she'd seen thus far had been vile, or monstrous, but this...this was the first that Jill had been truly horrified by. It was an abomination of the human body. This poor man had been infected by this thing, this parasite, and it now made a mockery of his very form.
"Jill, pay attention!" Ada hissed. So disgusted and appalled had the young woman been by one monster, she'd forgotten the other. It was already on her by the time she noticed it.

"Ugh!" Jill groaned, as it seized her wrists. It was slow, but strong, stronger than Jill, and it was more than capable of preventing her from using the knife again. The tendril writhed to and fro, and Jill hoped that it was not as sharp as it looked. She didn't get to find out, fortunately, as the monster holding her was itself blindsided by a very powerful spinning kick straight into its stomach. Ada's heels didn't make the blow any less painful.

"Ghhhkkhh!" The creature made an unpronounceable noise, and it seemed more angered than hurt. Yet it was enough for Jill to wrest her hands free. No conference between the two women was needed: they ran. They ran and ran as fast as they possibly could, with no clear sense of where they were going, just away from their captors.

There was some pursuit, but it didn't last long. The parasites' hosts were broken, and there was no real chance of them catching up. That was not to say that they gave up though. The one that had been carrying Ada turned its eye stalk towards the sky, and it let out a hideous shriek. The former captives heard it, of course, but they were not the only ones that did...

"Okay...okay..." Jill panted, coming to a stop. "I think we've lost them."
"I think you're right," Ada replied. She looked down at herself: she and Jill both glistened with sweat, and their skin was marred by a little grime on their legs and shoulders. "Unarmed, no equipment...there's no way I can complete my mission like this..."
"That woman...who was she?" Jill thought. "How did she move like that? And why was she even here? I don't think she's working with the villagers..."

No answers came to either woman's question. But there was still one question to be decided between them. Go back...or go on?
"It feels like we were expected," Ada said. "Like this whole damn thing was a trap."
"But surely we have to find out what's going on here," Jill said. "That infection, those parasites...we have to stop it from spreading."
"I hate to break it to you, Jill, but that's not what I'm here for." Ada fixed a cold gaze on her. "You can save the world, if you like. I've got...other business."
"Then this is where we separate," Jill said simply. "Before we get in each other's way."

As the two damsels started walking in opposite directions, both realised that neither of them were armed. They were less equipped, and less well oriented than they had been at the start, and yet even with their armaments they'd been handily defeated and captured by her.

Ada wasn't quite as content with leaving things to fester as she'd suggested to Jill. She, too, was disturbed by what they had found there: more so because thus far whoever or whatever was running the show had done a fine job of keeping things under wraps. She wondered if other investigators had been captured like she and Jill almost were, but had a strange feeling that unless they too were attractive young women, they'd probably just have been disposed of.

The wind seemed to pick up, but in intermittent gusts rather than a strong breeze. Ada's dress fluttered, and the green-eyed beauty found herself looking rather picturesque. Not that she cared too much about her appearance by that point: she was more concerned with how to do what she'd been sent to do: get a sample of the parasite for Umbrella's scientists to work on. She sometimes still thought of Leon, the hero-cop she'd met in Raccoon City, and what he'd have to say about her working for them again.

Further glimmers of sunlight were making their lazy way across the land, and Ada felt herself slightly warmed by a particularly adventurous sunbeam. She shivered as a large shadow passed across it. She looked up to see what had cast it, at first thinking it had to be a condor or eagle, certainly a massive bird. Then she looked again, and her mouth fell open.

"A...a moth?!" Ada spluttered. There was no mistaking it. It was a moth, with huge bulbous eyes, wriggling, fuzzy legs and vast, beating wings. Ada had no particular like for insects, but she would not normally have been so shocked to see a moth. What shocked her was that its wingspan was at least fifteen feet.

Ada thought that it was about to just pass over her and fly off, and it flew over her, alright, but with astonishing speed for something of its size it turned back on itself, and hurtled towards Ada.
"Aaaah!" she cried out, as its legs, bristling with spiny fur, grabbed at her. She ducked under them, and began running as fast as she could in the other direction.

"What...the hell?" she gasped, astonished and disgusted by the giant insect. Something about its proportions, that it was just a moth grown to vast size, made her particularly horrified by it. It seemed wrong: like a character in a cartoon drawn an entirely different style from everything else around it.
"Aaah!" Ada tripped on something, and was sent hurtling towards the ground...but she never reached it. In mid-air, the moth snatched her up in its arms, and before Ada knew it, she was being hauled up into the air.

"Wh...what?" Ada saw the ground getting further, and further away, as the moth lifted her higher and higher. She looked up at the great insect, and saw its fangs, its quivering antennae, its roving, segmented eyes. "Euggh!" Ada cried out in revulsion, and she began to wriggle fiercely to get away. The moth grabbed at her with more of its bristling limbs in response, holding her arms against her body, and gripping at her bare legs. She was lucky that it did. They were already quite high up.

Ada happened to glance down, and she very quickly looked back up again. They were three hundred feet up at least. Ada realised that she had no choice but to stay put. If she did manage to writhe out of its grasp, it would not end well for her. She had to sit there, and at the very least wait for it to get lower.

Seized, Ada did not think about how her situation might get worse: but get worse is precisely what her situation did. She could feel something within the moth pulsing, as if its heart were pounding. She didn't get what was going on. Suddenly, the moth's mandibles began to chatter, and its grip on her tightened. Suddenly, the moth turned, so that Ada was not being held up, but underneath its body.

"Aah!" Ada cried out, now looking straight down and facing the distant ground. But she continued to feel the pulsing beneath her. Until there was a kind of bursting sound, and Ada felt something sticky and warm against her back. Before she could even express her disgust, the moth's legs grabbed her tight, and then turned her around. Ada found herself facing the creature's belly, and she saw what had stuck to her back: from the creature's mouth was a trailing, white string of sticky, white thread. In turning her over, it had drawn this thread from the small of her back, to around her taut, flat midriff.
"Why is it...? Oh...oh no..."

The moth turned Ada over again, and this time it did not pause. She span over, and over, and everytime she did, more of the sticky white thread was drawn around her slender body.
"No!" she cried out loud, now realising what the creature was doing. "Don't! Don't tie me up again!" It did not heed her cries. With each circuit, more thread was wound around her, and as it got further up her, the moth seized her arms, and pulled them behind her with its legs. "Unnhh!" she groaned, as the threads reached her hands, and with another dizzying spin, Ada's wrists were bound to her back.

Ada was spun over and over, each spin winding more tight threads over her. Regardless of the height, Ada began struggling in earnest, but the sticky, moist threads were even tighter than the ropes she'd been tied up in before. Ada could feel her arms being pulled ever more tightly against her back, as her so-far unbound legs kicked uselessly. She saw flash after flash of the monster's belly, before another glance at the ground. But every time she saw her captor again, the bonds were even tighter, until at last it stopped, once it had finished winding a circuit around.

Ada looked down at her body, and saw the web clinging to her silky dress, adhesive strings soaking into the fabric. Ada was covered in circuit after circuit of sticky thread, but her body was not being obscured completely. It left gaps, almost as if it still wanted to be able to look at her. A thread
"Aah!" Ada felt herself being shifted slightly by the monster's limbs. She didn't understand why...until she felt sticky, white threads against her thighs.

"No!" she cried, as the spinning began again. This time it was her long, supple legs which were being tied, and the creature actually shifted her dress to the side so that it could bind her naked skin uninterrupted. The webbing clung tenaciously to her smooth limbs, pressing her thighs, and then her calves together. The slinky, Chinese maiden wriggled her gorgeous body more and more pointlessly, as she was hemmed in from all sides, entwined and bound, until she could twitch - and do nothing more.

"I can't move!" She raised her eyes back to the underside of the insect that had webbed her up. "What's it going to do with me?" she thought. She'd assumed that because she was completely trussed up, it had finished with its webs. But it had one more surprise for her. It spooled out a fair amount of web from its mouth, before pressing it over Ada's mouth.

"Mmm-mmphhhh!!" Ada moaned, her pretty lips now sealed with web; soft, warm and sticky against her mouth. The moth teased the stuff round her head, until a thick, tight seal had been formed around her lips. Now that her voice was stolen from her, all Ada could do as the moth carried her off was to whimper, and wiggle her long, webbed up legs.

It was just a few minutes after Ada had been snatched into the air that Jill, walking in the other direction from Ada, first heard heavy, strong wingbeats. She turned, and smiled, admiring a large hawk that was just ascending with a shrew in its mouth. It was the only remotely pleasant sight she'd had in a while, and even it was tinged with death.

Despite her heroic talk, Jill had no idea how she was going to accomplish what she'd set out to do. She had no gun. She had no sense of where she was going.
"All this cross country stuff isn't my deal at all," she said. "Now, if these...things had infected a haunted mansion, then they wouldn't stand a chance." She considered that the best possibility of stopping the creatures was if she were to just go back to the ones who'd asked her to come out here in the first place and just have them send in troops.

But she was not about to be given that chance. She heard wingbeats again, and this time it was nothing so ordinary as a hawk. Her bare shoulders shivered as a shadow passed across them, and Jill looked up.
"Oh, come on!" she stammered, irony a scant defence against the horror of the gibbering beast.

But her situation was not identical to what Ada's had been. The unfortunate, red-clad beauty had been caught in a wide area with little cover. The moth had been sensible enough to make itself known to Jill in a small meadow - but it was small. Thinking quickly, Jill ran for the thickest group of trees she could see. The moth was massive, and it was impossible for it to maneuver in the trees.

It shrieked, and dived for her, but she was too quick. She'd already got into the trees, where it could not follow. At least not at that altitude. Jill heard the beast tear the air apart with the rapidity of its wingbeats, as it climbed, as quickly as it could. As Jill ran through the thick, gnarled trees - their twistedness now much to her benefit - the moth's compound eyes never lost sight of her. Something inside it began to churn. Its mandibles chattered, as it watched carefully the path of the maiden running beneath it. Then it struck.

Jill heard something whistling through the air, but she couldn't work out quite what it was, and she didn't dare stop to look. If she had, it would have missed her. The creature's aim had depended on Jill continuing to move. As it was, Jill was struck in the back by a thick, wet strand of tenaciously adhesive webbing.
"Ughh!" Jill groaned, the force of the impact knocking her to the ground. "Oh...oh god!" she cried out, as she saw the web against her back, stuck fast. "Aah!" Jill, having been pushed, was now pulled, as the thick strand hoisted her up. She struggled, and thrashed, but it didn't accomplish anything. The web held her much too tightly.

As if that were not bad enough, as it hauled her up, the moth began to coil her up in the long, thick strand.
"No!" Jill moaned, as she was hauled higher and higher, spun round and round. Her torso was beginning to vanish beneath the web, her slender arms become pinned to her sides. She reached desperately with her forearms while she still could, trying to prise off the webbing on her back, but all this meant was that, when they too fell under the tight confines of the moth's web, they were bound behind her back.

"No! No, no, no!!" Jill cried again and again, her bare legs kicking madly in the air, as she was captured for a third time. By the time Jill reached the moth's grasping forelegs, everything from just below her shoulders to the hem of her skirt was wrapped up in webbing. "Let me go! Let me go! Le-mmgghhh! Mnnnmmmmppphhhhh!!" Jill moaned, as hot, white web slapped against her mouth, drawn over and over to seal her lips.

"MMMMMPHHHH!!!" Jill screamed through her sticky gag, as she felt its limbs seize her bare legs. More webbing was exuded from its mouth, drawn over her feet, by its bristling, powerful limbs. The web covered her boots completely before being wrapped over her calves, binding her legs together, to make her all the more helpless. She couldn't resist now, at all. She wiggled her bare shoulders, but that was it.
"I'm tied up again...I can't...I can't get away..."

The webbed-up maiden was carried by the great insect for about three minutes, before it began to descend.
"Mmmphhh...nnnmmphhh..." its captive continued to protest, as the beast dropped to the level of the trees.
"Mmmmmmmphhh!" A muffled female voice rose up, struggling to be heard through a silky gag. But it wasn't Jill. As the S.T.A.R.S. officer descended, she saw a white and red object in one of the trees. When she looked closer, she realised that this was Ada Wong: the red came from her dress, the white from the thick strands of webbing that the moth had tied her up in.

"Mmmnnmmphh..." Jill moaned, when she saw that both leggy damsels had been captured by the great beast. "Whmph?" Jill felt the bristling limbs of the moth grab her by the shoulders, bringing her close to where it had stuck Ada. Without the slightest difficulty, it took Jill, turned her around, and stuck her firmly to the tree, right next to Ada.

"Nnnnmphh..." Jill mewed, both humiliated captives trying to avoid eye contact with each other. Again they'd been defeated. Again they'd been tied up. Jill saw how threads bit tightly into Ada's body, and she certainly sympathised with her, but when she happened to glance at herself, she blushed. The way the moth had bound meant that, while her bare shoulders and thighs could be seen, nothing else below her neck could. "It looks like...I'm naked..."

The moth hovered in front of its two captives, as if admiring them. An object of that mass shouldn't have been able to hover with such slow beats, yet it remained in place nevertheless. It began to beat its wings faster, and faster, until Ada and Jill were almost worried that the wind it was generating would blow them away. But the wind was not the only thing being produced by its wings.

"What's that?" Jill saw it first: shimmering, gold particles that flew towards the two, a dust that started to gather, particularly on their sticky bonds. Neither understood why the moth was doing this at first. But then it began to kick in.
"Unnhh...feeling...drowzy..." Ada found her body was getting weak. As the dust settled more and more on her body, and she breathed more and more of it in, she could feel what it was doing. Her legs stopped twitching, her shoulders stopped wriggling, as her strength drained away, she realised that she was beginning to lose consciousness.

"Mmmhhnn...mmmphh..." Jill's head had already slumped onto her shoulder, as she watched more and more dust settle on her, every particle seeking to suck away her strength. "It's...drugging us...but we're already helpless..." Her eyes fluttered. She could hardly stay awake. She could feel the webs against her body, soft and warm like a smothering blanket. She happened to catch sight of Ada, and she could see that she was faring no better.
"Nnmph...nmph..." the agent mewed, as she was defeated by the moth's powder. Her head fell onto her chest, her pretty face now hidden from Jill. Jill herself didn't last much longer. She felt overwhelming drowziness spreading through her body. It had weakened how, now it all but paralysed her, then finally, it sent the limp, webbed-up maiden tumbling into drugged slumber. "Too weak...we're both so weak..."

When the villager that had watched Jill put a hole in its friend happened upon the two damsels about an hour later, they were both not only still trussed up, they were still soundly asleep. The moth had even been kind enough to leave them within reach. Half-grinning, half-grimacing, the parasite-infected man reached up, taking Ada by her calves. With a strong tug, her webs came away from the tree, and she slumped down into his arms. He dropped her onto her knees, and she fell against his leg. Jill came a little more difficulty, but ultimately both young women - webbed up and knocked out - had been reduced to the same state of helplessness.

"Egh," he grunted, as he allowed Jill to fall neatly over his shoulder.
"Mmhh..." she sighed softly, falling obediently where she was laid. She was soon joined, as the villager's parasite-enhanced strength allowed him to lift Ada to her feet and - with some effort - take her by her thighs, and lift her over his other shoulder. Despite being so thoroughly tied up, both damsels' bare legs were still on show, and as their newest captor gripped them, his hands were on naked skin. As the two maidens were carried off in the pale light of a less than entirely enthusiastic dawn, a woman in a tight, black outfit watched them, and smiled.

"Mmmmphhh..." Ada moaned, as she began to come to. "Whhmphh?!" Shock threw off her drowziness. She found herself bound and gagged - this was no surprise. What was a surprise was that it was not in webs. She was tied up in thick, strong rope, wrapped thoroughly around her calves, and completely obscuring her stomach. She could feel her hands caught in the mesh behind her back, and independently bound to each other as well. A thin cloth covered her lips, keeping her quiet.

That was not the worst thing. Evidently, in tearing the webs from her body, her captors had not cared much for the state of Ada's dress. As it was, the silken garment was torn in many places, her legs now scarcely covered at all by scraps of cloth. At least, Ada hoped that it was because they had not cared that her captors had torn her dress. She did not want to think that they had purposefully stripped her.

She looked around to see stone walls, stone floor, and a stone ceiling. It was like being in a medieval dungeon. She herself was lying on her back, on top of some kind of metal slab. There was another slab next to her, but it was unoccupied.
"Mmmmphh!" she whimpered, as she tried to see if these ropes were less formidable than the webs. They were not. The rope creaked and strained as Ada wriggled around, but it showed no signs of giving way. "Helpless again..."

It was just as she had this thought that Ada saw the heavy wooden doors of the room open, before a supple maiden clad in nothing but a tube top and some white underwear was carried in, her legs and feet completely bare. Her beautiful body was wrapped from head to foot in ropes: much like the moth had done with Ada before, Jill had been trussed up with yards and yards of rope, but her captors had been sure to leave as much of her skin exposed as they could.

"Mmmphh..." she mewed gently. She was gagged with a dirty rag over her mouth, and she wiggled her legs weakly in her bonds. She seemed much more drowzy than Ada, as if her resistance to the moth's powder was lower. But then, she had already been chloroformed by their enigmatic foe mere hours earlier, so it wasn't a fair comparison. Nothing, indeed, that had happened to Jill since she left her contact in the Spanish police seemed remotely fair.

"Mmmhhnnn..." Jill whimpered as she was lain down on the slab next to Ada. She'd been carried by a hooded figure in a grey robe, who seemed much more purposeful and intelligent than the villagers from before, but still somehow inhuman. He flicked some kind of switch on the slab where Jill lay, and instantly three clamps shot out from the side of it, constricting Jill round her thighs, waist and chest, squeezing her soft, white breasts. "Mmmnmmphhh! Mmmmnnghhhmphh!" she protested, shaking her head in protest and refusal. But if the hooded figure noticed, he didn't care.

"Whhmmphh!" Ada cried out. A second figure had entered without her noticing, and pressed a switch on her slab. Ada soon found herself fixed in place, her wriggling now completely useless. "They don't want us to be able to move...what are they going to do to us?" This question began to be answered, when the two hooded figures reached into their robes, and pulled out two small glass jars. They were dirty, and Jill couldn't see what was inside. She could see that it was moving, though.

"MMPHH!!" Jill looked to her right. Ada had screamed because the man at her feet had opened his jar, and taken out a large insect, five inches long, not unlike a woodlouse in appearance, although dripping with slime.
"Mmph!" Jill echoed Ada's muffled cry, when she felt something on her feet. "Nnnnmphh!" It was another of the very same creatures, and it began crawling up Jill's bare legs, leaving a trail of slime on her skin. "Nmmphh! NNMMPHH!!"
"MMMMMMMPHHHH!!" Ada half-roared, half-moaned, as she felt the same thing, a large, hideous insect slithering its way over her, marring her beautiful, smooth skin with its repugnant, thick slime, dripping all over her warm thighs.

The insects crawled up and over the two damsels, leaving slime all over them in their wake. They climbed over their waists, and stomachs, before the captives felt spindly legs pressing on and between their breasts, almost seeming to cup them as they scuttled across. Their target, it seemed, was the damsels' heads.

"Mmmphhh! Mmmphh!" the captives whimpered fearfully, as the insects clung onto their necks, apparently halting.
"Hmm...hhmmphhh..." Jill breathed hard. She couldn't move, certainly couldn't fight this thing. She was helpless before whatever vile ritual was being performed on her. "Mmmphh!" The insect began to reach with its forelegs for the edge of her gag. "Mmph?" Jill didn't understand. It seemed as though it was trying to un-gag her. "Why would it -?"
"Oh god..." Ada realised first. "The parasites...this insect wants to get a parasite into our mouths..."
That was it, then. As Jill also figured out what the insects were doing, her spirits fell lower than they had ever done. She was going to be infected, to become like those...things. She was powerless. She was bound. She was gagged. She was prey.

But there was one woman there who was still a predator. As the insect sitting on Ada's neck pulled off her gag and reared up to deliver its payload, a bullet tore through it, launching it straight off Ada.
"Whmph?" Ada looked up as best she could while clamped down. Unfortunately, this was not very far. She did see Jill's insect share the fate of its brother, but how she still did not understand. She heard shouts, and gunfire of a different kind from the first, then the sound of something the weight of a man being thrown against a wall.

Jill had a better view. She saw someone moving faster than anyone should have been able to move, taking out not only the hooded men that Jill had seen before, but two others that came to help.
"Who is that...and how is she...?" Jill watched in awe. When she was done, the woman in the black bodysuit walked into the centre of the room, in plain view of both.

"Well gals really aren't very good at this, are you?" Neither Ada nor Jill understood. Why was she - the woman who had defeated and captured both of them - now rescuing them from a grizzly fate? "Now where is...ah!" She turned back to one of the hooded men she'd taken down, rifling through the contents of his pockets. "Gotcha!" Like the others, he too carried a vial containing a wriggling, slimy insect. She slipped it into a pouch in a small pack she carried, before turning to the damsels.

"I hear the guys running the show here have a thing for pretty ladies like you. So getting you captured seemed like a great way of getting them to reveal just how this new infection worked." She smiled as she undid Jill's clamps. "Good thing you were the ones who get sent, huh?" She winked.
"This...this whole thing was a set up?!" Jill couldn't believe it. She and Ada hadn't been selected for their respective missions because of their skill. They'd been chosen because they were pretty.
"That's impossible!" Jill thought. "Umbrella were the ones who sent me here! There's no way..." Ada realised that there was no reason why Umbrella couldn't have been in on it. And they trusted this woman over her. She was just the bait.

"I mean, who could resist kidnapping such helpless little hotties? Coming on a dangerous mission in those skimpy outfits, flashing your stems at everybody...I wouldn't be surprised if you liked being captured." The woman ran her hands up Ada's long, bare legs, her body defenceless.
"Mmmphh!" she complained, but found a finger put to her lips.
"Oh, keep quiet," Alice said, a little sharpness creeping into her voice. "I thought that the pretty princess was supposed to be grateful to their rescuer."
"Mmmnn..." Ada turned her head away.

"Come on, girls." The woman started untying Ada's legs, still moist and sticky from the insect's slime. "You've done your jobs, so now we can all go home." Unbinding Ada's legs, the woman helped her up to her feet. She then did the same to Jill, cutting her legs free before pulling her up. Both damsels waited for the woman to untie their arms. But she didn't.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," she said, grinning. "You're still my captives."
"Mmmmphh..." the two whimpered, as the woman approached them with the rope she'd just taken from their legs.

A minute or two later, Jill and Ada were following the woman down a series of oppressive corridors, decorated like someone from Soviet Russia had received interior design lessons from the twelfth century: red and austere. Their arms were still bound, which made it difficult to keep up, but they were not given the luxury of tardiness. The woman had used the rope once binding their legs to tie the two together, rope trailing from Jill's stomach to Ada's back. And not just that: from Ada's midriff, the length of rope extended, until it reached the hand of their captor.

Leashed and humbled, the two captives were led in silence through the castle. The silence was interrupted only when they were disturbed by enemies, but the woman was deadlier than anything they met.
"She...she's like a hurricane," Ada thought.
"She makes us seem so pathetic..." Jill was almost more ashamed at the manner of her rescue, still all tied up and muzzled, than she had been by her initial capture.

"Mmphh!" Ada mewed as their captor-rescuer tugged them along, her heels clacking against the ground. She'd never felt so ashamed, so helplessly feminine. She'd been manipulated, humiliated, and used. And who knew what this woman would do to them now? She and Jill were led, by meandering paths, to the very top of the building, to its roof in fact.

"Gaahhh!" There were two watchmen looking out over the forest from which the castle sprang out, and though they'd been looking in the opposite direction, they quickly turned their attentions to the three women. Immediately they opened fire.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Jill moaned, as their rescuer shoved the two onto the ground. She looked up to see the woman dancing through the hail of bullets, moving with unbelievable power and speed.
"She can't...she can't be human!" Ada thought. "This isn't just a reconnaissance's a test of her abilities. Damn you, Wesker!"

"Hyakkk!" one of the hooded guards cried out, as a kick from the woman snapped his neck with one blow. The other trained its rifle on her, but she ducked below his first shot, rolled, and launched a flying kick that sent him rocketing the edge of the roof.
"There," she said, dusting off her hands. She took out a small radio transceiver. "Buzzard One, this is Looking-Glass. Got here a few minutes early. Head on over, would you?" There was a garbled response, but it seemed to satisfy her.

For the next few minutes, Jill and Ada lay on the stone ground, not quite sure what they were even supposed to try to do. They were that woman's captives, there was no question about that. But what would they do even if they escaped? Go back into the castle? They'd surely be caught again. And even before that, with her speed and strength, she'd defeat them again easily.
"We're completely powerless..." Jill thought, shifting uncomfortably in her bonds. She looked at Ada, who had seemed as deadly as a viper when she'd first met her. Now, though, in her torn dress, trussed up and muzzled, she looked about as deadly as a kitten.

The helicopter arrived about as quietly as a helicopter could. It was painted black, the pilot in a completely face concealing helmet. It shrieked anonymity. The woman hoisted Ada and Jill to their feet, and hauled them in.
"Mmph!" Jill mewed, as the woman grabbed her behind to push her up into the vehicle. It was the latest in a cascade of embarrassments.
"Sit," their captor ordered, and they obeyed, sitting next to each other, facing the woman. "You ever been in a helicopter before, ladies?" Even if they hadn't been gagged, it was doubtful that she really would have wanted them to answer. "It can get kinda bumpy." She reached over, and began strapping them in, tightening the seat belts to the point where they were essentially another layer of binding.

As the helicopter took off, the woman took off her pack, and began rifling inside for it. She took out a small glass jar, and the bound damsels feared for a moment that it contained the insect. But it didn't. It was a vial of clear liquid. Jill realised what it was first, when she also saw the woman take out a thick, white cloth.

"Mmmnnmmphh!" she protested. When Ada cottoned on, the first traces of the overpowering sweet smell reaching her nostrils, she too began to whimper in dismay. That whimpering only increased when the woman dosed not one, but two cloths in the sweet-smelling liquid, and then pressed one each over the mouth and nose of her two captives.

"MMMNNMMMPHHHH!!" the muffled cry went up, as they started thrashing and writhing, desperate to avoid being drugged.
"Oh, come on, girls," the woman said. "Do you really think that you can stop me doing this?" Neither did, not really, but how could they not fight?
"Nnnmmphh! Mmmmnnn..." Jill mewed. This was her third dose of narcotising chemicals in one day, and she had no resistance left. Her bare legs and feet stopped shifting, and her eyes grew heavy. "No...too weak...can't fight it..."

"Nnnmmph! Nnnmph! NNMMPHHH!!" Ada screamed, feeling weakness spreading through her slinky, supple body, feeling clouds settling over her thoughts. It was like her captor wasn't just drugging her - she was sucking away all her skill and strength, so that she would be left a feeble, powerless maiden for the rest of her life.

"Mmmmmmhhh..." Jill sighed, as her head fell onto Ada's shoulder. " sleepy..." She couldn't even try to resist any longer. Her eyes fell closed, as she gave in to the warm embrace of her drugged slumber. Ada felt Jill's body against hers, and somehow the feeling of her fellow captive's warm, soft body made her feel even weaker.
"We're...ooh...defeated..." Ada thought, as she felt herself go limp, too weak to stop her body from falling against Jill's. The two beautiful, helpless maidens looked as though they were very intimate indeed.

"Aww, don't you look sweet. Who knows? Maybe I'll let you go for real if you keep being so damned cute."
"Mmmmhhh..." Ada mewed, almost completely unconscious. She shifted a little, rubbing her smooth legs against Jill's. She blushed, but was too sleepy and disoriented to know why.
"Oh by the way," the woman said, "I don't think I ever told you my name! It's Ali-"

Ada didn't hear the rest of her name. She didn't hear anything. The chloroform-soaked cloth had done its work, and she too lost consciousness. She settled against Jill, the two damsels appearing to find solace from the cruelty of their captivity in each others' bodies. The hunted damsels were now thoroughly caught in Alice's net.
Jill Valentine and Ada Wong: Hunted, Part Two
Here it is, ladies and gentlemen! I'm taking a break from my OC stories to bring you a spooky tale of two gorgeous, leggy young maidens, who get caught up in a situation beyond their control...

This story is a commission from my erstwhile patron, :iconthedidsquid: with whom collaboration continues to be extremely rewarding. Enjoy, everyone!

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thelamantin Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2015
Dont ask why i wasnt able to send a comment, deviantart simply didnt gave me the option.
thelamantin Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2015
Hi DB, I have no idea if you already got this note, but now that I can send comment, I will make sure I send to you this comment. So here was my original message:

Hi, I know it may sound impolite but i was just wandering if anything knew was coming soon.
Please continu your good work. And again, I dont want you to think I give you order, im just an enthusiastic, and maybe impatient, fan.
Keep the good work
nin09 Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2015
Hi There!

First let me say I really like a lot of your stories. You do a good job.

So I just have a 2 quick questions to ask you. I'm just letting you know now I won't bother you about this if you don't answer me right away and if you already answered the question, sorry I just might have missed something.

So I was wondering when or if you were planing on reposting "Cosplay Cuties Captured?" I know there was a link to it in your Slightly embarrassing journal, but that link is gone now. So just wondering.

Also I'm not sure if you made this or not but, did you make the 2 sequel stories to Relaxation Techniques? I can't remember if it was you or another user. It's been to long and I don't remember. Those 2 stories are gone to.

That's all I wanted to know. I won't bother you about this anymore.
Damselbinder Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2015
No worries, and thanks for your compliments on the stories!

Tell you what: if you note me later on, I can link you up with the three stories you mentioned.
nin09 Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2015
Thanks I'll send it right away.
ortnec Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2015
Hello! :)

First of all, I'm disappointed with myself for not reading your stories earlier. They are very good! I really like the way you write and describe the different scenarios the characters are in. The parts I enjoy the most are:

- The captors. I love when the captors are female, IMO, girl-on-girl bondage is the hottest of all and really like how in your stories the captors are always female.

- Dialogues. Really enjoyed the parts when the captor demoralizes the captured girl and makes her realize how helpless she is, resulting in very interesting (and hot) dialogues.

- The endings. Again, I love how most stories end, with the damsel's defeat and captivity, like if it was the bad ending of a videogame. I prefer this kind of endings than the (IMO, old, boring and kinda predictable) last minute rescue.

Well, I don't want to extend this for longer, so I just have to say: Thank you very much for sharing this great stories with us. Looking forward to read your next works and have a nice day! :)
Damselbinder Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2015
Well thanks very much indeed for taking the time to write this! It's always great to hear positive feedback from people. May I ask which specific stories have taken your fancy?
frankiepig2003 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2015
I'm throwing a new contest for my superheroines Fury and Justice Girl!  There are prizes for stories and for art.  I'd love you to be a part of it.
Fury and Justice Girl Defeated Contest!
burnup19 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2015
Thanks for the fav.
Sucuriju Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2015  Student Writer
Impressive gallery you've got here…I'll simply have to dive in. 
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