Prologue
"Drawn This Way"
It's not everyday a flyer with a naked Jessica Rabbit is slid under your door. She was clearly in the middle of a stripper routine flirting with the viewer of said flyer. She was blowing a kiss with what could only be described as 'bedroom eyes'. At the bottom of the page was a small message written in cursive.
'Want to see this in the flesh? Jessica Rabbit herself will be performing for one night only at Beloved Abductress. See you then.'
Les Turner reread the flyer for the hundredth time as he stood under the streetlight. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to a seedy club in the middle of the night? To make matters worse the only reason he was here was because someone had slipped this flyer under his dorm room door. Had they known about his obsession with the character. About the stories he'd written? Had they chosen him specifically or was it a lucky accident? Did it really matter?
As a teenager he had seen the infamous cut of Who Framed Rodger Rabbit? that showed her vagina. That coupled with her all around sexy nature stirred something deep within him. Something he dared not share with the world, save for his anonymous postings online. Now here he was about to see a performer dressed as her doing strip tease. He was truly pathetic.
He entered the converted warehouse to find he was the only one there. Tables were set up for a show, but they all stood empty. Save for the one directly before the stage. It was adorned by a single rose in a vase, a cocktail of some kind and a place setting. It read 'Les Turner' in fancy cursive script. Apparently, that answered the chose question. This was getting strange. The spotlight on the stage came on, as did Jessica's song from the film. He was about to turn and leave when a shapely leg protruded from the curtain. He sat down and watched, practically drooling.
The leg was long, smooth and thicc as fuck. A little red heel graced her foot. His dick sprang to attention. The wide womanly hip it was attached to soon joined it, along with the rest of her amazing physique. A thin taught waist, not as thin as the cartoon but that wasn't healthy on a real woman so that was ok, supported the largest chest he had ever seen on a real woman. It was almost certain they passed far beyond the DD range. Her dress was a red ringer for the red sparkly number from the movie. They matched perfectly with the elbow length gloves on her long, sensuous arms. Her face was gorgeous.
Flawless skin shined with an inner confidence she deserved and then some. Large expressive eyes shined with a mischievous hidden inner knowledge. Her red hair was long and silky, perfectly coiffed over her eye. Had he not known any better he would have sworn the character had stepped from her screen and into his world. He sipped his drink as he watched. She stepped off the stage and sat on the edge of his table as the song ended.
"Hello, Les."
"How ... how ...?"
"Do I know your name?"
He nodded dumbly.
"I've found your writings online."
His fan fics? Oh god, this was embarrassing.
"I found them very exciting. I've read them and re-read them. That's not enough anymore. I need more. I need to live it. So, I tracked you down. I had to bring your very first story to life."
It came back to him now. The flyer, the empty club, this was all from "Jessica Rabbit's Private Show" which he had posted online under a pseudonym. This was the point in the story where Jessica and his self-insert character ...
"Bring how much of it to life?"
She smiled wickedly and kicked off her heels. She rubbed her toes over his crotch. He shuddered from the pleasurable experience. Too pleasurable. It felt too intense. Had she spiked his drink? That would explain why it was getting harder and harder to think right about then. She bent over and undid his fly.
"Why ...?"
"Drug you? I need your mind more pliable. The sex will do that too, of course, but it won't lead to true mind control. I've got to test out my new concoction before I sell it on the black market."
She forced down his pants. He watched helplessly as his dick sprang to attention for her. She spread her legs to reveal she was film accurate as well. She slid off the table and onto him.
Breaking Les took no time at all. She knew from her research how strong his addiction to Jessica Rabbit was. Using this guise made it even easier for him to give in. Now he sat in his seat, dumb smile on his face, ready to be taken back to her home. True, she didn't need to keep him for her research, but an attractive boy was totally under her power. Why the fuck would she give that up?
"So?"
She turned to look as Anne entered the club from the front door.
"He was perfect, thank you."
"No, thank you for shopping with Tourist Trap."
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Chapter I
"Change Your Fate"
The arrow struck the board inches from his head. That frightened him far less than the one that landed just inches from his exposed dick. She shuffled in the leather straps holding him in place in the center of the knife board.
"Stop squirming."
Liam Stevens just glared at the woman.
"Easy for you to say."
"Yes, this is far safer than if the roles were reversed."
"How so?"
"I don't miss."
The naked woman smirked at his indignant look. Her curly red hair graced creamy white shoulders framing a beautiful freckled face.
"Don't be such a baby. After all, this was your bet ..."
"This is soooo boring," Liam complained.
Three months would pass before he would find himself on that board. This night however he was on the couch with his girlfriend Carrie. The blonde pixie had her knees curled up under her, covered by his old shirt. "Sh," she hissed at him.
She turned her rapt attention back to Fantasia.
"They're not even talking," he whined again.
"It's culture, you could stand to get a little."
"It's torture. I guess it's just lucky for you I'm willing to withstand it."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Smiling he handed her a piece of paper.
Congratulations on your purchase of two (2) tickets for a round trip with the Disney Tourist Trap guided tour vacation service. We will be departing from Glosgow, Scottland on October 17th. Please print out a copy of this recept to keep in your records. These tickets are non-refundable.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!"
She hugged him and kissed him all over his face. She ran off to tell her mother. Time for something a little more manly than Disney, Liam thought, ESPN.
"Mr. Stevens I feel I should be honest with you."
"That's not what I pay you for Carlsbad."
"There is virtually no chance of you qualifying for the Olympics."
"That is a filthy lie."
The two men stood across from each other on the tennis court, sweaty and out of breath. They had just finished their third game of the day.
"Don't get me wrong, you're very skilled. I just don't think it fair to overstate that skill just for a bigger paycheck. You would probably do well but you would not qualify for the American team. Telling you otherwise would be a disservice."
"You're fired."
"I figured as much."
"Oh quit your pouting."
Liam glared at his friend. Sherman A. Arthur sat in his wing-backed chair smirking. The two sat in the drawing room of the old country club gently sipping bourbon. Being only in their early thirties the two men stood out like sore thumbs. No one else in their generation came to places like this. They all went out clubbing or to over priced restaurants. Not them, they were rebels, boring, boring rebels. "You need to learn to accept your limits," Sherman told him.
"For the amount of money I pay there should be no limits."
"We all need limits. I put them on myself too. It's how I keep from getting too emotionally invested in the companies I invest in, from spending more money than I can ever make back."
"Wuss."
He came home one night just a month before the trip to an eerily quiet house.
"Carrie?"
She was nowhere to be seen. All her stuff was gone. A note lay on the bed. He began to read.
"Dear Liam, I'm so sorry ..."
All of this led him to the strange place he was. No, not the board. That was still to come. It turned out non-refundable meant non-refundable. He was going on this stupid trip with or without Carrie. He would get his money's worth however. Sherman was coming with him. The two men now stood in line outside the pub where their journey would begin. Even here they stood out. Sherman's round face and big expressive eyes couples with the exaggerated curl of brown hair that reached down to his eye and fine suit made him look like the businessman he was. Liam's hair was trimmed short but a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and face unshaved. His suit was rumpled. He looked like a drunk, not the man he once was.
In front of them a man their age was waiting with a little girl dressed like the girl from Frozen.
"Are we going to meet Elsa?" she asked excitedly.
"No, Sweetie, that's tomorrow. Today we're meeting Merida."
An overgrown Catholic schoolboy shifted nervously from foot to foot in front of them. A nerdy college kid refused to make eye contact with anyone in front of him. The boy ahead of him was happily talking to some bookworm dressed like Nic Cage from National Treasure. A brother sister pair of college freshmen were squabbling at the head of the line.
A curvy woman in a tour guide outfit came out of the pub. She wore a big smile that did not extend to her eyes. Her eyes were those of a predator seeking out her prey.
"Welcome! Welcome everyone! We'll be letting everyone in for our character breakfast shortly. Please enter single file and remember to have fun."
Liam was not having fun. He sat at the table next to Sherman, pouting. He kept pounding back beers not listening to anything anyone was saying.
"Take it easy," a woman said behind him.
Her Scottish accent was very sexy. "What's the point?"
She grabbed him and roughly turned him to face her. She was clearly the actress the company hired to play the girl from that Brave movie. Still she was beautiful. Long curly red hair framed a lovely but intense face with piercing green eyes that matched her emerald dress. She had an impressive ornate bow slung over her shoulder.
"Can you even fire that thing?" he scoffed.
"Can you?"
For the first time in over a month he felt something other than sorrow or anger. He felt righteous indignation. "Better than you."
"Alright then. Prove it."
"Now?"
"No, ding dong, when we hit the range after breakfast."
"You're on."
The rest of breakfast for him was spent downing coffee.
About an hour later they were outside the city at an archery range that could have easily been centuries old. Classic circular targets were set up for some basic target practise. The tour guide stood before them next to 'Merida'.
"Before Merida teaches our newbies how to fire a bow and arrow we're getting a special treat. She's going to compete in an archery competition right out of Robin Hood. Her opponent will be your own Liam Stevens."
Liam stepped forward to accept the bow and arrows the range provided.
"Ready?" 'Merida' teased.
"Ready."
She pulled back and let go of the bow string. Her arrow took flight. With amazing aim it struck dead center on the target. She gave him a cute little smirk. Oh, it was on. The two unleashed a barrage of arrows. The poor targets looked like the victims of a medieval siege. Despite himself Liam found the whole experience ... fun.
"Angel your thumb outward."
"What?" she asked.
"It'll help with your grip."
He had no idea why he told her that. It's not like he wanted her to beat him. He really just hated seeing someone so talented do it so wrong. "Thanks for the tip."
Over an hour later they will still dead even.
"Alright," the tour guide shouted, "I think that's enough. It's time to let the others play."
The two sat down on a bench and began guzzling water.
"You are very good," he told her.
