Prompt: Entrancing the Elastic Woman (Part 2)

Summary: An elastic superheroine seeks out a naughty lamia with the power to mesmerize with only her hypnotic gaze, but our hero ends up in a heap of trouble. Commissioned by AltrixWrites.

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[First Part]

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Iris was, frankly, embarrassed that she let the lamia get away so easily, especially after planning the ambush so perfectly, right down to the weather report. But the rain made her rubbery limbs so gosh-darn slippery, and several minutes had elapsed before Iris could free herself from... well, herself.

Iris was fuming, and she was in quite a rush to bring this haughty woman in. Even still, Iris had to admit, her powers were the genuine article. And she was a sneaky harlot too. If she wasn't careful, Iris could end up squarely under her thumb,and then who knows what would happen?

Unfortunately, Iris didn't have the luxury of time; Trixie was already making her next move, and though her choice of venue struck Iris as fairly tacky, she didn't want any innocents getting mixed up in the lamia's hare-brained schemes. Iris would have to act quickly, and cobble together a plan along the way.

Iris grasped the ledge overlooking an alleyway below with two arms, stepping back as she stretched her arms, letting tension build up in both of them. With a grunt, she kicked her legs back and sprang forward in a quick-moving arc, clearing three buildings in a single bound! Sticking the landing, she slithered across the gravel, poking her head up to gauge her surroundings.

Her eyes narrowed. "Rose pink building. Pastel sign. Frills lining the window. Yyyup, that's the place."

Slinking into the alleyway, Iris repositioned herself to peer through the front window. What she saw inside was... troubling.

Several tables had been pushed aside to make room for Trixie and her enormous snake tail, casually twisting down the middle of the room. She rested on a stack of plushy cushions. It seemed as though the entire cafe was fawning over her; though a couple customers were pushed to the far wall, they didn't seem to mind, as their eyes were enveloped with those mesmerizing, hypnotic pulses of colour...

Trixie had a maid in each arm, dressed up in their frilly finest, pressing close to her, hugging her sides, their fingers playfully drumming along her exposed midriff. Several other maids twisted happily among the coils of her snake tail, in a deep trance. They all acted drunk, giggling like ninnies, their eyes focused on Trixie as she held them close with a gleeful smile.

"Tch... gross..." Iris muttered to herself. It didn't look like anyone was getting spirited away, but she doubted they let Trixie settle down like this.

"Whiiiplaaaaaaash... join usss..."

"Huh?" Iris gawked, spinning around as two maids jumped at her from out of her sight, each grabbing for one of her shoulders with a clingy grip. Iris growled, violently twisting her body to shake them off as she surged upwards, arced forward, and tumbled into the middle of the cafe.

All eyes were on her... well, not Trixie's. She was too busy enjoying her pampered lifestyle.

"OI! HYPNO-TITS!" Iris barked. "You out and about for escorts!? I'll escort you to the police station if you let these people go!"

"Ah... Whiplash, you really should try out the deluxe service." Trixie swooned. "Just a few magic words, and they'll be aaaaaaaaall over you~"

Robitically, the maids rose up in unison, and quickly surrounded Iris in short order. She had to be outnumbered twenty to one... how many people did they have on staff for this rinky-dink cafe on any given day!?

Iris' attention focused on a couple of still-full pitches of ice water on the countertops. If she could spring for that, she could spritz everyone with a refreshing splash of freedom! She lashed her arm out to grasp it!

But one of the maids jumped forward to land on Iris' arm, pinning it to the ground. Iris grunted, and tried to reach with her other arm, but that too was flattened by another maid! The maids giggled delightedly as they leapt in unison, smooshing Iris under layers of frilly bodies!

When Iris struggled, managing to pop her head out from the bottom of the bodies, Trixie was there already, her eyes flashing those dreadful... those pleasant... those entrancing hypnotic colours. Iris was rendered helpless by the colours immediately.

As the doors to the kitchen creaked open and swung on their own, Trixie leaned forward, licking her lips with a serpentine tip. "You're a wriggler, aren't you? I'm sure I can teach you good manners... a maid would be a much better vocation for you, don't you think?"

"...Haaah..." Iris droned on, her lips spreading into a drunken smile. What was so fun about being a sweaty superhero anyway? At least if she dressed up in a cute, frilly dress, she could be indoors... attending to her master's every need...

Pop pop pop pop... As Trixie worked her magic, she ignored the strange popping noises echoing along the room... along with a maid outfit seemingly moving on its own, as if its wearer were invisible. Iris was too important a target, too enchanting a toy to give up now. Trixie reached inside, pulling Iris out of the pile along noodly arms.

"You want to serve me, and satisfy my every whim, yes, Ms. Whiplash?" Trixie giggled. "My dreams... are your dreams too..." Trixie wiggled her fingers, reaching to remove Iris' mask...

"INCOMING!"

A voice called out with a cry from above the crowd, a shimmering array of colours jumping down from upon the ceiling. The iridescent display of flashing colours finally settled on slick, bright red pigment, as something... someone landed on Altrix's back, eliciting a yelp of pain from the conniving lamia, pinned down by flailing red tentacles.

A red-headed octomaid, garbed in a frilly maid outfit of her own, pinned Trixie to the ground; leaning back as if to hock a loogie, she puffed her cheeks and blasted Iris in the face with a blast of ink!

"ACK!" Iris immediately snapped back to reality, crying out as she rubbed her face. Cora sprayed the rest of the cafe's occupants as well in a wide arc, before reaching with a tentacle arm to grasp Iris by the torso.

"Hi, sorry, can introductions wait??" The octomaid blurted. "Gotta get outta heeere!"

"What did you do to..." As Trixie grunted in pain, Iris immediately grasped the situation, and followed the red-headed octomaid's lead, wresting herself free and scrambling for the kitchen!

"Waaait... come baaack..." Trixie moaned, reaching pathetically. "Ooh, that maid was heavy..."

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