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Subject: {ASSM} THE SCARLET WITCH VERSUS THE HAIRDRESSER  PART 2  (Violence, NC, MF, rape)
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THE SCARLET WITCH VERSUS THE HAIRDRESSER - PART 2



THE HAIRDRESSER STRIKES BACK





By Yenoc and Scarlet



Warning: This story is to be read by adults only. The story contains:
(Violence, NC, MF, rape).  If this any of this subject matter is not to your
taste then you are advised to read no further.





Chapter 1. Recap and Introduction





            In her first encounter with the infamous follicle felon, the
Hairdresser, the mutant heroine known as the Scarlet Witch, and commonly
simply referred to as Scarlet though Wanda was her Christian name, had been
lured into his diabolical styling salon under the premise of a beauty make
over and hair coiffure.  However, instead of a relaxing hair appointment to
enhance her already natural beauty and provide a boost to her self-esteem,
the Scarlet Witch had only encountered peril and doom at the hands of the
knave stylist.



            The Hairdresser, a man somehow time-shifted from the 1970s to
the present, was well practiced in his craft and a master of tress
manipulation.  He carried a vast array of glamour products and sinister
inventions, all of which he used for insidious purposes.  Once the
lawbreaker had Wanda Maximoff in his chair, her quiet day at the salon soon
turned into a nightmare trip through Hell.  The lout revealed his true plans
to the captured heroine, explaining to her that she had once again been
ensnared in a trap that had dropped her into the clutches of yet another
lecherous villain.



            The Scarlet Witch had managed to liberate herself from confines
of the styling chair, and a raging battle had ensued between the heroine and
her foe.  At first the Hairdresser seemed to be no match for her marvelous
hex power, and Wanda released hex after hex upon this dreg of humanity.
However, the tide quickly turned against the Avenger as her opponent turned
out to be more deadly and powerful than he initially appeared.  Using
various devices and hair care products at his disposal, the Hairdresser
launched his own attack on the heroine and soon wore down her defenses.



The Scarlet Witch's predicament grew worse when her mutant hex abilities
once again fizzled out and left her vulnerable.  The battle was lost for the
heroine when her enemy released a pack of his genetically created
abominations, the Wiglets, at her.  The young mutant fell to the
Hairdresser's attack and was once more in dire peril.  The sadistic criminal
mastermind then proceeded to sexually assault and abuse the Scarlet Witch.
She suffered great pain and humiliation as the man viciously raped her and
forced her own body into betrayal...coming to desire and want his touch as
he used artificial means to induce the need for sexual arousal and
gratification within her heated loins.



Once the Hairdresser had ravished his young victim, he had tossed Scarlet
aside like a forgotten newspaper and thought she was done.  Unfortunately
for him, the Scarlet Witch was anything but finished.  Calling on her mutant
heritage and limited magical knowledge, Wanda was able to start recovering
not long after the rape ended by casting heal spells to mend her battered
body.  However, the scars left on her mentally would take far longer to cope
with and heal.  The rage swelled up within her breast until she could
contain it no longer.  In an amazing display of power, Scarlet Witch
released her fury upon the Hairdresser and turned the villain into a statue
of solid stone.



Unfortunately for the Scarlet Witch, that was not the last of the evil
stylist.  The Hairdresser was down, but he was far from being out of the
picture for good.  He was destined to return and plague the heroine again.





Chapter 2. A Familiar Face





The Scarlet Witch had just left the annual Mayoral Ball; she was tired from
dancing with men she didn't know, but who wanted to get to know her all too
quickly.  Wanda walked briskly down the street, not even noticing that, for
some reason, all of the streetlights were out for the next few blocks.  A
cool breeze swept along the sidewalk on this cold and desolate night.



The Hairdresser watched Scarlet closely from the shadows.  He had stalked
her for days, waiting patiently to find her alone...he was out for revenge,
and he would have it.  He could see the Scarlet Witch was deep in thought,
planning out tomorrow's busy schedule as she paused briefly at a street
corner.  The Hairdresser left his alley hiding place and quietly approached
Wanda.



The evil stylist was clad in a dark brown polyester leisure suit consisting
of a jacket with wide lapels and a yellow silk ascot draped around his neck.
He wore bell bottomed trousers and black leather, high-platform shoes.  The
villain had a white frilly lace shirt on beneath the jacket and a white belt
around his waist.  His pencil-thin mustache and slicked-down hair gave him
the resemblance of a weasel.



"Hello there, Scarlet Witch!" the stylist spoke suddenly with contempt in
his voice.  The Scarlet Witch wheeled instantly to face the voice that
sounded somewhat familiar.  The Hairdresser stepped confidently out of the
shadows and entered the light.  "It's so nice to see you again," he
continued, the sarcasm in his voice evident.



The Scarlet Witch frowned as she saw a fresher, younger version of the
Hairdresser than she remembered from before standing calmly before her.  "I
thought I heard your stone body was destroyed before you revived," she said
quietly to her nemesis.



The Hairdresser glared at Wanda with obvious hatred, "My original body was
destroyed by your psychotic boyfriend, Magnnus; the son of a bitch took a
sledge hammer to it!  My spirit left my body when you turned me into stone,
and, when my physical form was destroyed, I was stuck floating on some
astral plain in a phantom state!  One day I projected myself into a seance
that a was conducted by a Medium con artist who was trying to bilk and old
couple out of their life savings by conjuring up their deceased son.  It was
rather amusing to watch all three of them crap their pants when I manifested
in front of them.  Through the Medium I was able to set the gears in motion
to be human once more."



" The Medium contacted the Clone Master--he owed me a favor, so he cloned a
new body for me.  And thanks to a former student of Dr. Strange, who
recently went out on his own, I was able to convey my spirit into this new
body.  You hurt me, you bitch, and put me into a living Hell!  I am going to
take care of you and then deal with Magnnus!" the villain concluded
nefariously.



"Hmmm, I don't know how the law deals with cloning; technically you are a
new life form, and so have committed no crimes.  Move on and I will not
arrest you," the buxom, blue-eyed heroine dismissed him abruptly with a wave
of her hand, and then continued more threateningly, "Just move along."



The Hairdresser raved on, "You don't get off the easily lady.  You destroyed
my body damn you!  I'm going to enjoy hurting you!"



The Scarlet Witch glared intensely at the out-dated villain and spat
angrily, "You may be the one that is hurt!  I can cause far worse things to
happen, without meaning to, than turning you to stone."   A hundred small
flashes of light suddenly surrounded the Avenger's bodacious form, and the
blue and white formal gown she had been wearing was suddenly replaced by her
usual costume consisting of calve-high boots, low-cut leotard, long gloves,
M-shaped tiara, and full cloak, all crimson in color, worn over a
neck-to-toe, rose-colored body stocking.  She wore a small, circular disk
centered on her tiara above her forehead, and an oval broach on her cloak's
neck piece just below her comely chin; both pieces of adamantium "jewelry"
wire silver in color and centered with deep red rubies.  In her right hand
she carried a long, adamantium, silver-colored, ruby-crowned scepter, which
she raised threateningly.



The Hairdresser stepped back quickly into the shadows and disappeared.  "You
have no idea what I will do to you girl!" the stylists voice whispered as if
from nowhere.



"Hmmm...maybe he took my advice," the crimson-clad Avenger said hopefully to
herself.  The Scarlet Witch turned to continue on her way, glancing back
occasionally as she moved.





Chapter 3. Street Fight





The Scarlet Witch picked up the pace to a brisk walk, intent on putting
distance between herself and the evil stylist.  However, back in the dark
alley, the Hairdresser silently picked up a trash can and abruptly hurled it
at Scarlet as she walked away.  The villain was seething inside like
cauldron of boiling water.



Wanda was knocked brutally forward as the trash can hit her hard in the back
and sent her crashing to the ground.  The Avenger cried stridently out in
pain, and then rolled nimbly onto her side.  Quickly leaping to her feet
with her silver-colored adamantium scepter clutched tightly in hand, the
heroine pointed the tennis-ball-sized ruby tip at the villain's location and
energized the rod with her mutant hex power.



Meanwhile, the Hairdresser quickly rushed the Scarlet Witch as she swung her
weapon toward him.  He swiftly brought up his right arm and drove his fist
hard into Wanda's firm stomach, just as a powerful stream of flame
discharged from the business end of the scepter.  The

aerial flame bolt was not released fast enough, and shot harmlessly past the
villain's right shoulder as he attacked.



Scarlet suddenly found herself doubling over as the Hairdresser's wicked
punch drove cruelly into her abdomen.  "Uummph," the young mutant wheezed as
the air was expelled abruptly from her lungs.  Then the young heroine
started again toward her foe, raising her scepter to use it as a fighting
staff.  Holding the metal rod like a short staff, hands shoulder-width
apart, the Scarlet Witch suddenly struck her outdated opponent first in the
lower right ribs, then in the lower left ribs, followed by a quick blow to
the head.



"Leave me alone!" the cloaked mutant yelled angrily.  Holding the end of her
scepter firmly with two hands, Wanda then swept swiftly at the Hairdresser's
legs.



The Hairdresser dropped hard to the street, and, as his beautiful would-be
victim continued to beat him with the staff, his hands were clasped to his
sides as his ribs exploded in stabbing pain.  It felt as though his sides
were going to collapse internally, and he was sure several ribs were either
broken or badly cracked.  Stars blazed before his eyes, and he could feel a
lump starting to form on the back of his head.  He was certain the furiously
attacking Avenger had given him a mild concussion.



Gritting his teeth and fighting back the pain and the urge to pass out, the
villain rolled clumsily to the side and staggered behind a bench.  He
reached suddenly up, clutching his head; he felt warm blood on his hand.
With trembling fingers, the hurt man reached abruptly into the right front
pocket of his trousers and removed a blue, plastic, holey curler from
within.  His right arm quickly flopped down toward the sidewalk, and the
curler was swiftly released from his numb fingers.  As if self-propelled,
the curler rolled purposefully down the walkway in Wanda's direction.  When
the curler had tumbled to within five feet of the startled heroine, it
detonated with the force of a sawed-off shotgun.



"EEEeeeeeppp!!!"  The Scarlet Witch recoiled suddenly backward, screeching
loudly, as the shockwave from the blast sent her helplessly sprawling like a
rag doll.  She smashed hard into a streetlight pole behind her and then
bounced forward back towards her attacker.



One of the perks of being in a lab-created body was that his new body had
been genetically engineered by the Clone Master to have a high metabolism.
This allowed the Hairdresser's new body to recover from trauma three times
faster than a normal human being.  His body healed quickly, and also fought
off various forms of ailments and germs.  Within minutes the villain's
wounds had healed and the small cuts on his skin sealed up like new.  His
vigor and strength renewed, the scoundrel rose quickly to his feet and
charged at the flailing Scarlet.  His left leg then suddenly shot up, and he
delivered a round-house kick hard to the rebounding heroine's chin with his
platform shoe.



As she sailed helplessly through the air right into the kick, the Avenger's
head was suddenly thrown back with the surprise blow, and the Scarlet Witch
landed buttocks-first hard on the sidewalk.



The Hairdresser nimbly touched down on his feet, and quickly took the hair
dryer out of the holster on his hip.  He swiftly pressed a button on the
dryer and it erupted like a flame thrower, sending a hot ball of fire at his
comely foe.



The Scarlet Witch rolled, attempting to get out of the way, but was still
stunned and thus caught in the searing flames.  "AAAaaeeeEEE!!" the Scarlet
Witch screamed in terror!  The heroine quickly started rolling on the ground
to put out the flames.  Wanda then abruptly touched the silver-colored
ruby-centered broach below her lovely chin, a teleportation device, and with
a slight flash of light and small gust of wind...disappeared!  With a
similar slight flash of light and small gust of wind...she quickly
reappeared...in a new, unburned costume.



The Hairdresser saw the heroine rolling on the ground to stamp out her fiery
clothing.  He also saw her ruby-tipped scepter lying in the street, and
quickly picked it up.  As the Avenger reappeared, he held the staff like a
javelin and hurled it away onto the roof of a building.  As she stood on the
other side of the street casting heal spells, the Hairdresser tackled Wanda
and drove his elbow hard into her midsection.



The Scarlet Witch "oomphed" again from the body blow and then brought both
hands, clenched tightly together, abruptly down on the back of the
Hairdresser's neck.  Wanda then struggled to get untangled from the man.



The Hairdresser yelled loudly in pain from the blow to his neck and fell
back. Suddenly he took out the hair-perm mace from his jacket pocket and
sprayed it towards Scarlet's face.  The spray caught the heroine by
surprise, and she choked and cried as her lungs and eyes were suddenly on
fire...she backed away...blind, rubbing her face.  The villain crouched low
and struck the Avenger in the ribs with his fist.



As the Scarlet Witch shook her head, her vision cleared very slightly.  She
felt the fist strike a crunching blow to her ribs, and she dropped weakly to
her knees. Then the Hairdresser suddenly stood, and brought up his knee,
cracking it forcefully against her jaw.  Scarlet cried out from the vicious
blow, but, her mind dazed, she still managed to cast a hex; a green
sphere-like probability-altering field closed in and the maniacal beautician
from all sides.



The Hairdresser saw the ghostly sphere begin to surround him and jumped into
the air, doing a backward flip to try and escape the hex, but the miscreant
failed miserably and fell clumsily to the street as winds of change
encompassed him.  The villain was suddenly struck by a great blast of air
and thrown uncontrollably backward into the side of a parked bus. He dropped
dazed to the ground, face down, clutching his left leg and moaning in pain.



The Scarlet Witch felt all rubbery legged, dazed, and physically beaten by
the surprise attack.  Yet because she was a heroine, Wanda staggered toward
her apparently injured foe...thinking to heal him and end his pain before
arresting him.



The Hairdresser crawled slowly away from the bus, and backed into the
darkened entryway of a closed pawnshop.



Scarlet mumbled weakly, "Had enough"?  She purposefully pulled a set of
handcuffs from a pouch in her cloak.



The Hairdresser surreptitiously watched Wanda's approach.  He feigned
disorientation, leaned slowly back in the shadows, and ran his hands through
his slicked down hair.  When he pulled them away, he had a small pool of a
clear oily substance in his palms.  The villain carefully tossed the hair
grease in the Avenger's path, and it formed a clear puddle in front of her.



The Scarlet Witch suddenly had her feet sail out from under her and she
landed hard on her butt as she slipped in the pool of hair grease.



The Hairdresser quickly got to his feet, but was in obvious pain.  He limped
over to Scarlet and backhanded her viciously across the face.



 The heroine screamed at the blow, her head flying back. The Scarlet Witch
recovered swiftly to cast another hex, and again a green ghostly
probability-altering field enveloped the Hairdresser from all directions.
Nothing happened, save the appearance of pretty colored lights; the hex
turned out to be yet another dud!  Once more the heroine's power had failed
her and left the girl in dire peril.



The Hairdresser responded with a quick headbutt to the heroine's face.  The
Scarlet Witch's head was thrown back from the hard clash of heads, and she
fell back on the sidewalk, almost out of it.  The villain then grabbed
Scarlet by the back of her long auburn hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I'm going to pull out your hair bitch!  Get ready because I'm not done
yet!" he screeched.



The desperate Scarlet Witch weakly pulled her hands up, under his arms, and
struck him in the chin.  The Hairdresser's head reeled back, and he bit down
hard on his tongue.  He roared with rage, and delivered a violent judo chop
to Scarlet's throat.  Wanda was knocked back down to the sidewalk by the
blow...she started to weakly gesture at the deranged cosmetician.



The Hairdresser suddenly took out a small compact from his pocket.  He
opened the makeup container, and took out a round white powder puff.  The
slightly effeminate man patted his nose gently with the powder puff, and
tossed it into the air where the applicator-puff swiftly expanded to a
10-foot circular radius.  He caught the enlarged puff in his hands as it
fell back downward and dramatically yelled, "Makeup!!"



The Hairdresser then victoriously struck the Scarlet Witch with the puff.
The powder puff exploded outward and compressed cosmetics with the force of
a small car hurled Wanda backward toward a brick wall.  Scarlet, with a
hollow "ummmphhh," struck the wall and collapsed limply to the ground,
unconscious.





Chapter 4. Bound to be Unwrapped





The Hairdresser cautiously approached the fallen heroine and nudged her
gently with his shoe, chiding derisively, "Get up!"  The Scarlet Witch
moaned softly...but was not able to understand the noise around her.  The
vengeful villain saw that pretty heroine was out it, and smiled wickedly at
her plight.  He rolled Wanda over onto her stomach and took her handcuffs
from her.  He yanked her arms behind her back and quickly cuffed her wrists
together.  He casually knocked the tiara off her auburn-tressed head, and
deftly tore off her crimson cloak, tossing it aside.  Scarlet moaned weakly
as she was manhandled.



The Hairdresser picked the Scarlet Witch up and, in a quick easy motion,
tossed her over his shoulder.  He made his way back to his awaiting vehicle,
and threw Wanda into the back of his yellow 1977 Volkswagon Beetle.  The odd
looking man then reached for a brown paper bag on the floor near the back
seat, and carefully took out a rag and a bottle of chloroform.  He doused
the rag with the ether-like liquid and pressed it firmly over Scarlet's
mouth and nose, making sure the heroine would remain unconscious for the
trip back to his lair.  He quickly got into the auto and they were off to
his new hideout.



Shortly, they arrived at the hideout located over an old barbershop that had
been closed ten years earlier.  The Hairdresser quietly pulled the car
around the back of the building, and then roughly dragged the heroine from
the back seat.  The follicle felon entered through the rear of the shop and
swiftly took the Scarlet Witch down to the basement.  It was a cold dark
place with stone walls and floor.  Wanda was draped limply over the
Hairdresser's shoulders as he carried her...out from the chloroform rag that
had fallen from her face when she was lifted from the car.



The stylist carefully leaned the unconscious heroine against a wall, and
threw a lever on the stone partition.  Two small doors quietly opened in the
ceiling, and two chains with iron shackles on the ends slowly lowered out of
the compartments down toward them.  The Hairdresser quickly uncuffed the
Scarlet Witch's hands and purposely lifted her arms over her head.  The
villain deftly stretched her arms upward and outward, and placed her hands
in the shackles; as he released her, she hung limp from the irons.



The Scarlet Witch slowly began to stir.  "Ohhhh....ahhh...what's happening?"
she mumbled.



The Hairdresser snorted, "Just wait and see, Scarlet!!"



Wanda realized she was in trouble and quickly started yelling.  "Let me
loose...now or I'll..." she trailed off.



"Or you'll what?  Shut your mouth!!" he inquired and then commanded.  The
Hairdresser spread the heroine's feet apart and placed leg shackles tightly
around the heroine's ankles and secured them to hooks bolted to steel plates
on the stone floor.  He then stood, leaving Wanda to dangle in her bonds in
an X-pattern.  As the Scarlet Witch's lovely blue eyes glared at the
Hairdresser, he pulled out his straight razor and sliced Scarlet's leotard
and body stocking open down the sides.



"Stop that you fiend!" the Scarlet Witch screeched wide-eyed as she
struggled futilely in the bonds.



The Hairdresser slapped her abruptly across the face, and commanded,
"Quiet!"  The Hairdresser then cut Wanda's costume off her struggling body
with graceful, fluid motions and soon left her twitching in her bonds naked.



"Owwww!" the Avenger protested as she continued to glare, sputtering at the
evil stylist as he worked on her costume. Scarlet felt a chill from the wind
on her naked body, and stammered, "You think me helpless just because I'm
bound!"  She began concentrating.  Then, suddenly, Wanda cast a hex and a
green sphere-like probability-altering field closed in and enveloped the
Hairdresser.  Instantly, part of the ceiling crumbled and fell towards him.



The Hairdresser heard the loud roar of noise and, out of the corner of his
eye, saw the ceiling come crashing down about him.  He quickly flipped and
rolled through the falling debris, able to avoid most of it through his
quick reflexes.  However, some of the smaller debris pummeled him and left
new cuts and scrapes on his body, along with fresh bruises.



The sadistic stylist moaned slightly as he crawled back toward the Scarlet
Witch and slipped a metal rod from his right ankle.  It was a long, round,
cylinder that resembled the reflective metallic end of a curling iron, but
it had no hand grip on the end...only a black plastic base.  The cylinder was
hollow and started to whir as the villain manipulated the base of it.





Chapter 5. Distractions





With a brutal lunge, the Hairdresser suddenly took the cylinder and jammed
it firmly between Wanda's shapely legs.



The Scarlet Witch screamed shrilly as the cold metallic object was forced
into her tight, dry sex, "You bastard...get that out of me right now!!"



The Hairdresser gripped the cylinder tightly and shoved it up into the
heroine's channel, spouting angrily, "Never!  I want you to suffer!"  The
vengeful villain left the curling iron dangling and whirring from between
the young mutant's legs.



The metal cylinder between Wanda's legs vibrated within her, causing a
discomfort as it filled her womb, but sexual arousal as well, making it
difficult to regain her concentration.



"How do you like my curling-iron vibrator, Avenger?" the evil stylist
chuckled with glee.



The Scarlet Witch moaned softly, hanging spread-eagled and helpless, but
glared in defiance. "Take it out of me villain...this is wrong...it's rape!"
she commanded haughtily.



"Well duh!!" her enemy patronized her.  The Hairdresser grabbed the base of
the vibrator and thrust it in and out of Scarlet Witch's sex, chortling
sardonically, "It's fun for me lady!"  The coiffure commando then inserted
the vibrator deep into Wanda's pussy, and placed a leather belt around her
trim waist.  He quickly pulled out a small strap and, with practiced
precision, ran the strap over her slit as he snapped the band on the
vibrator first in the front and then the back to seal the evil device inside
her sex.



"Gggggghhhh!  Damn it, stop it...take that thing out...I can't stand the
sick feelings it is giving me!" Wanda professed nervously.  She tried to
hide the fact that the involuntary filling, as painful as it was initially,
was already causing other...troubling...responses within her body.



"You better get used to it Scarlet, because is stays inside you."  As the
almost comical cosmetician made that pronouncement, the vibrator pulsed
inside the Avenger's vagina and sent a stimulating burst of energy
throughout her loins.



The Scarlet Witch pulled and tugged desperately at the shackles on her
ankles and wrists...she knew that the vibrating rod within her would prevent
her from achieving the focus necessary to cast another hex.  Wanda gasped,
"You sick pervert...you won't get away with this!"



The chuckling Hairdresser walked quickly behind Scarlet and brought his
hands up from behind her to gently cup her ample beasts.  He lifted the
globes in his palms and massaged them tenderly.  He ran his hands softly
over her quivering breasts and deftly rolled her nipples with his fingers.
"I already have gotten away with it," he gleefully informed his captive.



The Scarlet Witch spouted out an angry scream, "I'll get you, you
bastard...let me alone...now!!"  The warmth, unwanted, was building in her
loins, the vibrating rod...no longer uncomfortable at all.



The Hairdresser grabbed Wanda's jiggling breasts as she screamed out, and
twisted the globes roughly with his hands.  "You don't tell me what to do,
Bitch!!!  I'm in charge!!" he shouted shrilly at her.  The villain had a
wild, crazy look on his face, as though he was about to snap.



Scarlet looked pleadingly at the man who was molesting her...fear creeping
into her widened, tearful, blue eyes.  "Please stop this!" she said shakily,
almost in a whisper.



The twisted hair specialist slapped her breasts harshly, and pinched her
delicate nipples.  He pushed a button on a remote unit and the vibrator
started to buzz faster inside the Scarlet Witch's pussy, and began to rotate
around inside her as it sent small electrical zaps through her loins.



"Gggaaagggaagghh!" Wanda screeched loudly.  The heroine yanked violently on
the chains as the pleasure built, then suddenly turned to pain from the
shocks, and then built again until the next shock.  The Avenger was soon
surprised to find that she was starting to find pleasure in the shocking
electrical pain impulses themselves.



The Hairdresser gloatingly leaned in next to the bucking heroine and gently
kissed Wanda on her luscious mouth.  He alternated the types of zaps firing
through her pussy. The Avenger was hit by pleasure jolts, and then by pain
jolts.  He laughed sadistically at her torment as the heroine's mind was
gradually torn asunder.



Wanda sobbed in despair, "Stooppp! Stooppp!  Let me go damn it!
Pllleaassee..let me go!"  Suddenly, the Scarlet Witch's face started to
become flushed...she bucked violently, and then had a mighty orgasm.  She
started crying in shame, and sobbed, gasping for air.





Chapter 6. Fire Above and Below





The Hairdresser chuckled loudly when he saw the lovely mutant's tear-stained
young face.  "That's it!  Cry Scarlet!  Let me see your tears!!  This is too
sweet!  Aha-ha!!" he chided sarcastically.



The Scarlet Witch tried to look defiantly at the villain, but couldn't.  She
could only watch dumbfounded as the Hairdresser suddenly took some rope out
of a cabinet, and started to wrap the cord around her bounteous breasts in
slow, tight circles.  The sadistic maniac ran the ropes between and around
her bouncing orbs several times.  He tied the ropes into knots at various
places around the tender mammary glands...pulling the rope tight around her
cleavage so that her breasts soon set into hard balls of flesh, slowly
reddening as the circulation was cut off from her chest.  The Hairdresser
then squeezed her tit balls and playfully slapped them around.  Her nipples
grew even harder as more blood was forced into them.



"Let me go, please...I'll see to it that you are paid a large ransom for my
release," Wanda pleaded softly and then wept in humiliated pain.  As a
swelling sensation arose within her bound breasts, they became sensitive...and
the slaps terribly painful.



The Hairdresser ignored her words as he gleefully entertained himself by
slapping her tit balls about like small punching bags.  He viciously twisted
her sore nipples, and grinned broadly as this action elucidated strident
screams and the bound heroine's breasts start to turn a purplish hue. The
sex-crazed stylist cruelly squeezed her rotund breasts together and licked
her exposed neck.  "I can tell you enjoy this Scarlet, just like the last
time!!" he pronounced derisively.



Wanda spat shrilly with venom in her voice, "Ahhhhahh!!  Bastard!
Stop...stop now...I in no way enjoy this!!"  However, the moistness in her
loins grew...the vibrating rod still working on her lower sexual center.



The Hairdresser mocked her, "Then why are you moaning so, and why is your
pussy so wet?!"  The vibrator continued to spin seductively around in her
channel as it buzzed on and shocked her over and over.



The Scarlet Witch suddenly climaxed again, screaming, "Ohheeeegghhh! Shit!!!
The reeling Avenger struggled with the ropes, and with her "self" as the
Hairdresser laughed maniacally at her obvious surrender to her pleasure.



The chuckling villain slowly bent over, kissed her mouth, and sucked on her
tongue.  He whispered in her ear, "I knew you would enjoy being in my tender
loving care again, Avenger."



The Scarlet Witch was being driven insane by the alternating pleasure and
pain between her legs, and her aching breasts.  "NOOO!! LET ME
GO...NOW...please?" she pleaded hopefully. Scarlet's bound breasts started
to tingle all over...feeling like a thousand tiny needles were in them.



"Why should I?  You turned me into STONE you tramp!!" the wide-eyed felon
shouted angrily at her.  The Hairdresser walked casually over to a shelf on
the wall and picked up a black, leather riding crop.  He swished the crop
through the air with a loud "CRACK!" to test its flexibility.  The sadistic
stylist made sure Wanda saw the tool, and he slowly traced the crop down
between her legs...along her belted slit.



"OOOoooooouuUUUUMMMPPPHH!" the Scarlet Witch moaned as she climaxed for a
third time...the metal phallic symbol taking its toll...the new threat
adding to her excitement.



The Hairdresser slowly slid the crop over the heroine's moist sex, and
gently ran it over her trembling belly...up between her tied milk sacks.  He
grinned at Wanda sadistically, lifted the riding crop high over his head,
and then lashed it down violently on her tied breasts with savage strikes.
Slap!  Slap! Slap



Wanda screeched in agony as her breasts exploded in pain,
"Aaeeeeehhh...eeyyyiie...Oh God...please don't hurt me anymore!!"



The Hairdresser countered tersely, "I'm only getting warmed up slut!!"



The heroine's breasts were on fire as the crop struck her mounds again and
again.  She shrilled, "Noo...pleeasse...stop!!"



The Hairdresser laughed sadistically and slashed the crop over her abused
breasts again and again, the crop singing as it whistled through the air to
bite into her soft flesh.  SLASH!  SLASH!  WHAP!!



The Scarlet Witch screamed twice...and then howled loudly as the third lash
struck across both of her hardened, protruding nipples...the vibrating rod
still between her legs.  Wanda moaned soft, barely understandable, pleading
words, "Stop...stop...stop, please."



Drunk with power, the crazed stylist raised the crop and let it hover over
Scarlet's elongated, aching nipples.  In the next instant he cracked the
crop down hard on her nipples over and over.  The villain grinned evilly as
the Avenger's breasts were soon criss-crossed with red welts, and she ground
her hips around against her will. "What do I get if I stop, Scarlet?" he
asked taunting her.



"Ohhh please stop...I can't stand anymore of this...please make it stop!!"
the Scarlet Witch shrilled hoarsely as her body writhed in torment as she
tried to escape the hot kiss of the riding crop.



The Hairdresser teased, "Ah......NO!!"  SLAP! WHACK! WHIP! WHIP! CRACK!!!



Scarlet screamed in agony...tears flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed in
helplessness...and then she climaxed a fourth time.  "Ugggooooshhiitt!!" the
young mutant gasped and then hung limply in her chains.



The Hairdresser reveled in his beautiful victim's torment.  He knew that a
battle raged within Wanda as she tried to come to terms with how she was
responding to the torture.  He walked slowly behind her and slashed the crop
wickedly against her firm ass.



The Scarlet Witch screamed loudly again as pain fell on a new portion of her
body, "Stoopp!!"



The Hairdresser whipped the Avenger's ass ruthlessly with the riding crop.
He cracked it relentlessly over her twin cheeks, and left raised welts
behind on her bottom.  The Scarlet Witch gasped and sobbed...not enough air
in her lungs to make a real scream.



Her unbalanced tormentor then slid the crop between her bound breasts and
moved it up and down in the valley between them.  The end of the crop traced
over Scarlet's ruby lips.  "Go on, kiss the leather my sweet!" the
Hairdresser instructed quietly to see if the buxom young heroine was ready
to obey.



The Scarlet Witch looked defiantly and at the strangely dressed man, tears
flowing down her face, and between sobs said, "NO!!"



The Hairdresser suddenly thrashed the riding crop viciously down against
Wanda's battered womanhood.  He slapped the crop hard against her crotch and
sent stinging blows into her wet nether lips.  The vindictive villain
whipped her helpless pussy through the belts as the vibrator continued to
rape her. "Ready to kiss now?" he quipped quietly.



The Scarlet Witch screamed in agony as the whip struck her sex on either
side of the vibrating rod of metal, suddenly shouting her readiness to
comply, "Yes...yes stop...I'll kiss that...that...crop!!"



The sadistic stylist placed the crop to her face and lips. "Kiss it!  And
thank me for whipping you," he commanded.



Scarlet blushed beet red and tried to look defiant, but simply looked beaten
as she quickly kissed the instrument of pain.



The Hairdresser pressed on, "Say the words slut!!"



The Scarlet Witch moaned and weakly gasped, knowing she was beaten.



"I'm waiting!!" the villain reminded his captive impatiently.



Wanda's chest heaved as she was wracked by emotion-filled sobs.  "Thank
you...you bastard...for whipping...me," she whispered in a cracking voice.





Chapter 7. The Rings of Torment





The Hairdresser pulled the Scarlet Witch's head back and kissed her roughly
on the mouth.  He looked closely into her terror-filled blue eyes for what
seemed like and eternity, and then chuckled, "Close enough slut!"  He
watched in pleasure as Scarlet moaned in shame.  Then, abruptly, he walked
back to the nearby wall shelf.



The brutal beautician took two small brass rings off of the shelf and held
them in his palm in front of the teary-eyed Avenger's face.  He leaned
slowly inward and whispered softly to Wanda, "These are nipple rings and
they are my gift to you girl!!"



The Scarlet Witch looked questioningly at the rings, not knowing what they
were for, but knowing whatever her captor was up to couldn't be good.  "What
are they...what do you mean to do?" she asked in nervous trepidation.



The Hairdresser casually held up the brass rings for her to inspect.  "These
go in your nipples slut, after I pierce them!  This will mark you as my fuck
toy then!!" he chortled triumphantly.



Wanda wept like a beaten dog, screaming, "Noooooo!!  Damn you...damn
you...leave me the fuck alone.  I DON'T WANT YOUR DAMN RINGS!!"



The Hairdresser yelled harshly back, "You HAVE NO CHOICE, YOU SLUT!!"  The
enraged stylist then grabbed her breasts and crushed them cruelly in his
hands.



"Owwwwhhh...God, stop it!" Scarlet spat out, wincing in pain as her bound
and bruised breasts were roughly manhandled.



The Hairdresser quickly took a bowl of rubbing alcohol off the shelf and
methodically sterilized a needle in the solution.  He looked back to Wanda,
bent at the waist, and slowly drew her left nipple into his mouth.  He
sucked greedily on the tip and swirled his tongue around until the nipple
got harder.  As he released the nub, a string of saliva ran from his lips to
her nipple.



The Scarlet Witch moaned in pleasure as her nipple was sucked...building
toward another climax.  "Nooo...please!" she panted in exasperation.



The leisure-suit-clad clown-villain carefully tweaked her rubbery nipple,
and then slowly reached over for the needle.  He painstakingly placed the
sharp point of the long, thin piece of metal against the side of her
protruding nipple and pricked the areola with it lightly.  He looked
gloatingly into her scared face, and whispered sadistically, "Don't move!
This will hurt!  Heh-heh!!"



The Scarlet Witch looked at the needle at her bosom in abject horror...and
held her breath, unable to come up with any words to utter.



The Hairdresser held her breast firmly in his hand as he slowly drove the
needle into her rubbery tip.  He grinned maliciously at Scarlet, and with a
hard shove, stabbed the needle into her nipple...watching its progress
through the girl's flesh with widened, smiling eyes.



Wanda shrieked in unbearable pain and fear, "Aeeehhhheehh!!"  Horrorified,
she looked downward at her nipple...she saw the needle head push her flesh
inward on the outer side of her nub...as the hot fire in her tender flesh
continued to burn, she watched the flesh on inside of her nipple push slowly
outward...then suddenly she saw steel appear...steel on, no in, both sides of
her protruding tip!  Her nipple was impaled!!!  Scarlet cried out again,
louder!  The pain was there...everywhere.  It was
intense...real...unavoidable...but there was also heat building within her.



The Hairdresser looked down to examine the hole in her nipple; where the
needle had exited, he saw a single drop of blood drip off the pointed end of
the needle.  The bastard left the needle imbedded in the heroine's nub as he
carefully picked up one of the brass rings.  The sadistic stylist inserted
one end of the brass ring into the new hole in the tip of the Avenger's
breast.  He slid the hollow ring into her pierced nipple and cruelly shoved
it through to the other side...pulling the needle out as the brass ring
followed.



The beautician methodically worked the ring through her nipple, and
purposefully enlarged the hole in her breast.  The fiend rolled the ring
back and forth in her nipple as he stared closely into Scarlet's
agony-filled blue eyes.  He gleefully watched her wince in defeat and
humiliation as he closed the ring shut in her nipple with a loud "Click"!



The Scarlet Witch moaned softly and cried in ragged gasps as her body was
altered against her will.  "You son of a bitch...I'll kill you for this!!"
she spat, the acrid ire evident in her quaking voice.



The Hairdresser gloated down at the moaning heroine as he sensed her
arousal, and he kissed her deeply.  The Scarlet Witch couldn't help herself
and kissed back, the heat in her loins still building.  The Hairdresser felt
her tongue work into his mouth and he rubbed her pussy through the belts
around her crotch.



"Mmmggpphh!" Wanda moaned wantonly as her lust grew.



The Hairdresser smiled arrogantly, "Do you like this, my sweet Scarlet!?"



The Scarlet Witch struggled desperately not to give into the
abuse...struggled pridefully not to let the pain, the debasement, the
alteration of her body, become sexual.  Wanda gasped loudly and lied, "Hell
no!!"



The Hairdresser chuckled, "You are a terrible liar, slut!  The evil man then
slowly took the next needle into his fingers, held it before the trembling
heroine's tearful blue eyes, and carefully placed the tip of it against the
outside of the Avenger's right nipple.  He pricked the skin and then
suddenly plunged the needle through her nipple with a quick lunging motion.
As the girl's deafening scream filled the room, the sadist rolled the metal
spear around in her breast tip.  He then took the other brass ring and
roughly jabbed it through the newly pierced nipple, worming it through the
hole.



Smirking at his auburn-tressed victim, the Hairdresser clicked the second
brass ring shut and smiled broadly at the Scarlet Witch, now with both of
her erect nipples adorned with his shiny rings through fresh piercings.  He
whispered tauntingly, "I own you!"



Wanda screamed in horror as her bodily alterations were complete, and then
moaned deeply and gave out a deep sexual sigh; she had climaxed as the secod
brass ring was clicked shut.  Scarlet shook here head in denial, "You may
have altered my body, but you will never own my soul!!"



The Hairdresser stared in amazement at the Scarlet Witch.  She was quite a
sight and as she dangled before him in the shackles, her breasts roped up
and her nipples now pierced with new brass rings.  He pulled a gold chain
from his pocket, and carefully hooked each end of the chain onto her nipples
rings.  The chain dangled from her breasts and rattled slightly.  "Cum now!
My mastery of you is complete!" he blurted in arrogance.



Scarlet mumbled weakly, "Never!"



The Hairdresser slapped the heroine's face hard, and spat vehemently, "You
had better learn your place slut. I own you now!"



"Never!" Wanda repeated in a whisper.



The mad stylist suddenly unbuckled the belts around the Scarlet Witch's
waist and roughly tore the vibrator from her snatch with a frantic jerk.  He
left her pussy gaping wide and feeling empty.  "No matter what happens
Avenger, you and I will both know I marked you as my property this day!" he
boasted confidently.



The Scarlet Witch looked sorrowfully at the brass rings in her
nipples...they had turned purple in spite of  the disinfectant...and sobbed.
Wanda replied weakly, "I am no one's property, ever!"





Chapter 8. If the Proof Be Possession





The Hairdresser replied, "Too late slut, for you became my property when I
pierced you!"

The Scarlet Witch moaned but said nothing. The boastful beautician kissed
his way along the trembling heroine's neck and licked her salty skin as he
toyed with her new rings. The evil Stylist licked a trail along blushing
Scarlet's neck as her cupped her bound breasts gently in his hands. He then
kissed her face and lips as he drank the sweet taste of the defeated
heroine.



"Mmmm, shall I fuck you, Scarlet?" the Hairdresser asked softly as he gently
pulled down on the shiny brass rings and then spun them around in circles
through the quivering heroine's nipples.



Wanda gasped fearfully, "No..don't rape me please!"



"All right, how about I just leave you hanging in the dungeon with your
pussy wide enough for a tree limb then," the weasel-faced villain snickered
in a shrill nasal tone.



The Scarlet Witch nodded quickly, "Yes! Go away...let me suffer...then
regain some composure. Once I get my strength back, I will hunt you down and
cast a hex to send you straight to Hell!!!"



The Hairdresser deftly unfastened the shackles around Wanda's wrists, and
her arms dropped limply to her sides. The leg shackles were quickly loosened
right after. The stylist from the 70s watched the welt-covered heroine drop
to the floor in a heap and went over to a nearby corner to get a chair; he
set it on the floor ten feet in front of the heroine.



The Hairdresser casually sat on the chair and then took out his throbbing
cock from his out-of-style pants. He held the turgid organ in his hand and
started to stroke it in front of the collapsed heroine, asking maliciously,
"Want this, Scarlet?"



The Scarlet Witch felt her ability to concentrate increasing now that the
vibrator was out of her sex. The pleaded quietly, playing for time, "No!
Don't rape me!"



The Hairdresser sighed impatiently and got up again. He rushed suddenly at
Wanda and drove his foot viciously into her stomach. He then grabbed the
ring chain of her pierced nipples and pulled down on it with one hard jerk.



"Aaaeeeheeeyyyy! Oh, god...stop!" Scarlet pleaded shrilly as new pain exploded
in her tortured breasts. The auburn-tressed Avenger desperately hoped the
rings would not tear through her distended nipples.



The sadistic stylist then quickly lifted Wanda's legs up and pressed them
back until they rested on her bound breasts. The Scarlet Witch's knees were
then bent, and her feet dangled in the air. The maniac followed up by
grabbing her nipple rings and tugging on them hard and fast. He joyfully
watched her breasts move as he yanked on the rings. Smiling like a bloated
rat, he moved between her legs and rubbed his manhood against her wet slit.



"Gggaaayyhh...no don't...don't!"  Wanda yelled loudly as the panic rose
inside her.



The Hairdresser used the helpless heroine's body like a trampoline and
started to bounce up and down on the Scarlet Witch's inner thighs. He
massaged the oozing head of his cock along her hole, looking deeply into her
blue eyes. With a brutal lunge, the sex-starved stylist proceeded to ram his
thick, turgid penis into her drenched and gaping maw.



"Ahhrrrhhrrhh! Stop it you bastard! Get out of me!" Wanda howled in
unbearable agony as her body trembled under the brutal assault.



The bouncing beautician lunged his pulsing cock deep into her ravaged pussy.
He didn't care that she was hurt and crying. The Scarlet Witch was only a
hole for him to fill so that he could sate his sexual urges. "Shut up
bitch!" he hissed angrily through clenched teeth. Scarlet moaned as she was
taken...helpless, her concentration again taken away by the sexual heat.



The Hairdresser plunged his cock in and out of the heroine's tight, wet
womanhood as he rode the Scarlet Witch like a bitch in heat. He grabbed her
left nipple ring and twisted the brass ring counter clockwise viciously.
"Better fuck me back whore or I'll tear your nipple off!!" the villain
threatened menacingly. The Scarlet Witch screamed in agony and immediately
began bucking back against the Hairdresser's manhood.



As the rapist felt Wanda buck her hips up to meet his powerful strokes, he
slapped her tit balls back and forth. His cock was hot and pulsating as he
plowed in and out of the heroine's defenseless vagina. He intended to
possess the girl, and make her pay dearly for turning him to stone.



The Scarlet Witch gasped softly as she was taken, flushed in shame as her
body began to betray her yet again. The Hairdresser relentlessly raped the
Scarlet Witch's pussy as, intent on forcing her to climax against her will.
He knew it was the ultimate humiliation for her...to be raped and made to
enjoy it. "Go on Scarlet, orgasm! Give into your dark desires and let
yourself go!" he urged with glee.



Wanda screamed stridently...not in pain...but in sheer sexual release...and
shuddered in ecstasy, "Eeeeyyyaaauuuhhh!" The Scarlet Witch felt remorse and
shame as she climaxed...the orgasm forced upon her.



The Hairdresser rode out Wanda's climax as he continued to thrust his penis
piston-like in and out of her used pussy. He saw her give into the
debauchery and orgasm like the true whore she was. He slammed his rod hard
into the heroine's love channel and groaned in ecstasy as Scarlet bucked up
and down under him as they moved together wantonly. "You are a slut! I can
have you any time I want, Avenger. All I need to do is work that hot little
pussy of yours and you melt! Kiss me!!" he mocked her sarcastically.



The Scarlet Witch moaned in shame...but kissed the villain, and as he
plunged his manhood into her hot box as, their tongues wrestled with one
another. The Hairdresser wrapped her legs around his waist and drilled into
her sex without mercy. He felt the Scarlet Witch climax again, and laughed
once more as she was forced to cum by the cock of her enemy. "Yes, cum
Scarlet! Beg me to cum inside you! AARGHH!" he chided derisively. "Beg me,
whore!!" the Hairdresser commanded.



The harrowed Avenger, desperate to end her ordeal at last...gasped loudly
out, "Yes, Hairdresser...cum for me...cum for me please...cum inside my
pussy. I need it so!"



The Hairdresser pounded his cock into the Scarlet Witch's hungry sex as she
finally broke down and gave into to her rapist, proving to them both just
how weak the heroine was and how she craved to be mastered and taken by this
foul villain riding her. He felt her grind her hips on his pistoning cock as
he fucked the girl, and then groaned loudly in pleasure as his organ
suddenly exploded in the Scarlet Witch's vagina. He shot thick ropes of
semen into her womb, and proclaimed victoriously, "ASGHHHH!! Take my seed
girl!"



Wanda cried hysterically, "Yess!! Yess!! I will...anything...to end
this...CUM IN ME!"



The moaning stylist shot his cum into the Avenger's tight pussy as she
clamped down firmly on his pulsing cock and milked him. He sent his load
deep into her cunt, giving Wanda his potent sperm. The vile miscreant pulled
out of her vagina and fired the last of his hot seed onto the sultry heroine
's breasts and nipple rings.



The Scarlet Witch gasped loudly as she climaxed a final time...between being
raped, altered, and possibly impregnated by a villain from the
1970s...totally humiliated!!



The Hairdresser smiled in satisfaction as Wanda orgasmed yet again. His rape
and humiliation of her was complete. He laid exhausted on top of her and
played with her brass rings. "Gee, it would be a shame if I just knocked you
up, Scarlet. Ha ha ha!!" he chortled.



Wanda turned her head to the side, tears running down her face, "You
bastard...you'd like it if I had your child wouldn't you!?"



The rapist responded in an impending tone, "Yes I would slut! I videotaped
this entire rape and piercing of you!!"



Scarlet Witch sorrowfully sobbed, "Noooo! What do you plan to do with the
tapes?"



"I think I will hold them for now so that I can blackmail you! And you'll
always remember I was the one who pierced you! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!" the scoundrel
heckled.





Chapter 9. Hell Hath No Fury





But the vile knave was sadly mistaken if he thought his ruthless violation
of the despondent heroine was to go unpunished. The Hairdresser was soon to
learn that he had gravely underestimated the will power of the Scarlet
Witch. For, although she was momentarily down, the determined young woman
was far from vanquished. Wanda had been on the receiving end of more than
one brutal assault, and she knew, deep down, that she would survive this
latest molestation of her person.



The Scarlet Witch was already recuperating from the vicious attack as her
melodramatic antagonist droned on about his intended plans for the fallen
champion of mankind. Wanda feigned complete exhaustion, but managed to role
the jubilant rapist off of her without raising any suspicion.  She kept
prying for details of his plots...kept telling him how totally he had sexually
conquered her. The devastating encounter was to plague her with nightmares
for the weeks to come, but, for now, she was coping with the rape the best
she could. She played for time, and for composure.



If nothing else, the Scarlet Witch was a survivor. She would come to terms
with this latest bout of debauchery and use it to make herself stronger.
This time, the Hairdresser's infinite boasting would prove to be his
downfall. His deep-pitched vocalizations gave Wanda the time she needed to
recover from the assault and replenish her strength. So proud was the
foolish stylist, that he didn't even see the ploy.



Intense hatred and loathing for her foe boiled in the pit of the
mutant/witch's stomach. The Hairdresser was fated to receive the Scarlet
Witch's wrath and feel the power of her unrestrained fury; she had told him
that it would be this way, and it would...now! And suddenly she stood; a feat
accompanied by the flash of a lightning bolt outside of the building, and
the deafening sound of nearby thunder. These forces of nature were not of
the Avenger's doing, but as the flash dimmed and the sound subsided, a green
glow had already formed about the figure standing before the startled and
still prone villain. Now she stood proudly, back straight, hands held high
above her head, palms facing him, fists clenched save the index and little
fingers of both hands; these fingers stretched skyward.



"What...wait...no...don't!" the Hairdresser stammered, clumsily trying to get to
his feet. His paled face carried the look of astonishment; his brown eyes
were wide with fear.



"I have waited far to long, you disgusting, evil pig!" the Scarlet Witch
spat vehemently back as the emerald aura darkened around her quivering form.
"I told you that the winds of change would not blow gently around you if you
chose to test them again. I told you I would send you straight to Hell. You
chose to role the dice, not I...now your destiny is in fate's hands!" the
Avenger raged on.



Suddenly, the infuriated heroine lowered her arms and pointed the four
outstretched fingers at the stumbling Hairdresser before her.
"NNNNNOOOOOOooooooo!!!" the sadistic stylist screamed in abject terror as
the emerald aura suddenly leaped from the Scarlet Witch's form to surround
his own. Instantly, the trembling villain vanished, or possibly exploded, or
maybe even imploded, in a blinding emerald flash of light.



            The tired and battered Scarlet Witch shrugged her shoulders and
mumbled to herself something about fools never learning. She put all thought
of the Hairdresser out of her mind, and simply focused on finding a shower
in the building; she found one of course.





Chapter 10. Epilog





            The Hairdresser screamed jubilantly as he watched the Scarlet
Witch and the house around them disappeared in a brilliant flash of green
fire. "Hah! Her hex backfired again, no doubt ending the pain-in-the-ass
heroine's life," the villain chortled happily. Then he heard the low humming
sound in the distance, and, as he looked around, he recognized things as
being odd to say the least.



The land he saw before him was strange and wondrous, and more than a little
bit reminiscent of the acid trips he had taken back in the 70s before his
time shift. The sky was green and filled with yellow clouds. The grass and
lower vegetation were a deep crimson red. The trees and higher plant life
were white and black.



The hot sun blazed in the sky, pink and bright. The rocks were blue, and
there was a stream of beige water in the distance; it flowed backwards. The
tall, orange and purple flowers in the field swayed to-and-fro in the warm
and gentle wind.



The naked Hairdresser silently shook his head...thinking he must surely be
hallucinating, but knowing in his heart that this was all too real. "Oh
great...first I get time shifted and then some slutty heroine transports me
to...to...to nowhere land," the grim stylist mumbled as he stood motionless,
viewing the odd landscape.



This is not Hell! I will make it into paradise, Scarlet Witch. And I swear
we will meet again!" the Hairdresser screamed defiantly into the wind.
Little did he know, as he turned and began walking towards the humming
sound, hoping that it represented civilization, that his words were half
true.





THE END

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