"It's quite simple Scarlette - what I want you to do is make your friend suffer. I want you to do worse things to Heidi than she and the others did to you. Do you understand Scarlette, do you understand what I want you to do?"

Lilly had rested one of her tiny hands on Scarlette's latex sheathed thighs and she was rubbing gently. She was rubbing ever so lightly and her slender tiny fingers had curled and indented the latex covered thigh flesh. It seemed like a natural kind of thing that someone would do in order to sooth and calm someone as they were talking to them. Especially so if the person in the trauma, in this case Scarlette, needed cajoling and needed to be in a specific state of mind. It was like she was describing the horrific way that things were going to unfold and at the same time she was expecting Scarlette to fall into line. Expecting her to go along with her without so much as a by your leave.

"Can't I just lie down go to sleep?"

It wasn't something one might have expected Scarlette to say or ask. Maybe it was the last little bit of Scarlette as we knew her. Like a clever way of getting out of doing Lilly's dirty work. If she could lie down and go to sleep then she wouldn't have to do the terrible things that Lilly was telling her to do. It was a sign of her diminishing mind that she could think like this. But maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was that last little bit of herself just clinging on to what was left of herself. Or clinging on to what she had become. Lilly continued to rub Scarlette's leg. This time though she pressed with her finger tips a little more firmly and turned the run into a sexual rub. There was an instant reaction in Scarlette's eyes. She was responding to the sexuality of Lilly's touch. And for some reason that sexuality, that touch, that rub was eclipsing the fact that she was in fact a broken young woman. It was eclipsing the terrible things that she had been through and was going through in her mind. Just for the moments of that rubbing of her leg the sexual intensity was more important. Like the need for her to cum was more important than her diminishing mind. It was another thing that Lilly could do. That she could do with ease. Anyone who had been through what Scarlette had been through wouldn't have sex or sexual pleasure, or sexual intensity at the forefront of their damaged minds - but Lilly could change that. She had the ability to change that and then make it a part of the bigger picture.

"Scarlette, no you can't go to sleep yet. You have to deal with Heidi. You have to make her suffer for me. If you make her suffer for me more than you have suffered - well then I can give you the orgasm you are wanting so badly. And then you can sleep Scarlette. I will let you sleep for as long as you want to sleep. Do you understand Scarlette? Do you understand what I want you to do?"

It was the posh Lilly again and her voice had that authoritative tone and quality to it. It wasn't a risen voice. Or one that might make someone flinch back. Rather it was the kind of voice that simply penetrated through to Scarlette. And her finger still working on the ex-slayer's thigh. By now those fingers had worked their way around to the latex wrapped inner thigh of Scarlette. The softer flesh of the upper thigh and it was having the required effect on Scarlette. Scarlette spread her thighs rather than keeping her knees together demurely. It had been like something else that would cause conflict and confusion in a watchers mind. A latex clad vixen, which is what Scarlette resembled sitting all shiny and inviting and yet with her knees demurely together, very lady like, very odd. And yet in the here and now Scarlette was spreading her legs like she would be expected to spread. Spreading her long shapely legs like she was inviting sexual advances from all and sundry. Spreading them like she 'needed' sexual pleasure. Just like Lilly knew she needed.

"Mmmmm ok. Yes yes I'll do it. Can I cum now. Can I please?"

There was no doubt that the old Scarlette had gone. There was no old Scarlette. Or none of her left that could be detected. The desperation in her voice, like a pure pleading quality told that she really wanted, really needed the orgasm she was begging for. And she was begging for it. The old Scarlette, the vampire slayer would never have demeaned herself in such a fashion. She would never have 'begged' for anything, let alone begged for sexual 'treats' like she was some kind of addicted creature.

"No orgasm Scarlette not yet. I want you to prove to me that you can do what I want you to do first. I want you to EARN the orgasm and the sleep Scarlette. I want you to show me what you can really, really do. I want you to impress me with what you can do to Heidi. I want you to know that when that beautiful orgasm flows through you that you have earned it."

Apart from the fact that it didn't seem right that this little Asian girl be talking like this. That she should have the knowledge and the deviousness to 'bargain' like this because it was her little girl self that was talking now, it was another sign of the evil within her. And it was an evil. And it was another sign of, another more insipid element that Lilly was introducing into the mix. There was no doubt that for the Rascals the real Big Bad was revealing itself and taking them down, little by little.