Roxanne the Punk Princess Part 1: The Katie Saga (First Blood)
Meet Roxanne, an extraordinary girl with a strange kink.
Roxanne was an evil genius, or so it seemed to those who had come into contact with her. Despite being in her late teens, her overly protective single father still wouldn't leave his punk princess alone whenever he went on vacation or business trips.
This left Roxanne, known as Roxy, never truly being home alone. But unlike most ordinary teens, she turned her irritation to more productive activities. Whatever girl came over to "babysit" found themselves suffering the worst night of their lives.
Plenty of people had heard of what happened in that giant mansion. Some didn't believe the stories. Others saw them as a challenge. As a homeschooled and largely self-taught girl, few people really knew her. As it was, it had become a game.
You see, Roxanne was an avid inventor. She ruled her home with various contraptions and other experiments she constructed in her spare time from one of the secret rooms hidden in the mansion.
To her, the presence of a babysitter amused her. It was a chance for her to test out whatever she had created.
Not that her creations were ever designed to hurt anybody. She wasn't a psychopath. She just had a taste for embarrassing others.
Watching her victims realize with horror what they had got themselves into turned her on. And that meant she was perfectly happy to allow her hapless father to hire any babysitter he wanted.
In fact, she relished it.
It was why Roxanne had set up various hidden cameras around her gigantic home to record just about everything. Only a few blindspots existed across the mansion. Not that it mattered. Nobody ever really escaped her eagle eyes for long.
This was handy because she had also realized the value of creating her own website, where she could charge a subscription for the images and clips she ripped from her footage. Part of it was to make money, but enhancing their embarrassment also aroused her. Of course, all the faces were blurred. She wasn't looking for a lawsuit.
But Roxy's games were never perfect. Experiments went wrong. Things didn't work out how she intended. That was why they were experiments, right?
Still, she always had backups. And backups for her backups, which is why there was always a contingency plan even when things did go wrong.
Of course, her antics came and went. Sometimes, she went for months without a chance to test her stuff, which made her antsy. But that just made the next challenger all the more juicy as a target.
By now, she'd encountered every type of visitor. The one who tried to appeal to her good nature, the one who wanted to brute force the situation, the one who wanted to outthink her. Hell, even the one who wanted to turn the tables. It didn't matter. The result was always the same. She was so much smarter than them.
But that's the game. What is it about Roxanne? Well, who better to ask than Roxy herself?
"Hey, it's nothing personal. My dad still thinks I need a babysitter and I need to do my experiments. The problem is I need people to test them on. So, what better chance than some bitch from the local high school who thinks she's better than me? And, hey, seeing them in their underwear is pretty funny, right?"
Roxanne was never physically strong, but what she lacked in muscle, she made it up by being much smarter than practically everyone who came through her doors. Plus, she's always got the advantage of preparation. She's arrogant and a little crazy like any good genius should be.
But she's still just an insecure teenager.
She makes mistakes. She can crack under stress. And ultimately, she's just as fearful of being embarrassed and humiliated as her victims.
Will the next Hazelville girl be another humiliating upload to Roxy's kinky online platform, or will she find herself on the receiving end of an old-fashioned dose of karma?
"Karma? You're so silly. I'm a genius. Nobody will ever see me without my clothes being humiliated. This is my game, and I'm in control here.
Anyway, I gotta go. A girl called Katie is already on her way here. Enjoy the show! xx"
Katie was what she referred to herself as a normal girl. She wasn't particularly popular or unpopular. She wasn't a good girl or a bad girl. In other words, she was pretty average in many ways.
Tonight, she had taken a job babysitting some girl named Roxanne on the other side of town. She instantly knew this part of Hazelville. It was the rich person's playground. Giant mansions with acres of space spread out for miles around. But it didn't bother her too much. Roxanne's father had already told her where to find the key, inside a coded lockbox alongside the enormous wrought iron front gate.
"Looks like Mr. Burn's mansion from the Simpsons," Katie muttered to herself.
She typed in the code, and two small brass keys unveiled themselves. The larger of the two unlocked the front gate, which opened with a creak. Venturing up the little hill to the front doors, she peered at the stained glass. Rich pink with black vines.
Katie unlocked the front door and stepped into the entrance hall. Immediately, an enormous staircase greeted her, with two rooms flanking off to the sides. Silence. Nobody to greet her but a pleasant smell of citrus drifting through the air.
She put her thoughts to the back of her mind and smoothed down her shirt. She was wearing a stylish black hat, a dark grey zip-up coat, an off-white shirt, black skinny jeans, and brown sneakers.
"Roxanne! It's Katie, your babysitter."
No reply.
But Roxanne was already watching her.
Roxanne knew Katie was coming the moment she started entering the code into the key box outside. She'd rigged it with an alarm that had been linked to her phone.
Right now, Roxanne was inside what she affectionally called her war room. It was in one of the many hidden rooms throughout the mansion. This one was hidden behind a bookcase in her room. It was a little cliché, but even a nonconformist could enjoy a little conformity sometimes. However, did secret rooms count as conformity? She didn't know.
Anyway, Roxanne had an entire bank of screens sitting in front of her, each linked to the various hidden cameras around the home. So far, Roxanne hadn't left her sight once.
She grabbed the microphone sitting next to her keyboard. "Hey Katie, how's it going?"
Katie almost jumped out of her skin in the reception area. "Holy shit!"
"Roxanne? Where are you?"
"I'll be down soon. Just make yourself at home."
She could see Katie's expression crystal clear. Her eyes scanned for the speakers hidden in the dark recesses of the mansion. The interaction had clearly spooked her.
Roxy leaned back in her chair and threw one leg over the other.
Bingo. Nervous girl. Doesn't know what she's doing. This one will be fun. Now, just to see where she goes first, and then the fun can begin. Maybe she's never heard of me? WHY has she never heard of me?
Roxanne watched as she moved with trepidation away from the hallway and to the right. The TV room. She reached over her shoulder toward the shelf and picked up a remote control with an aerial attached.
Katie stepped into the TV room. It was relatively bare, with a wooden floor, a giant TV mounted on the wall above a fireplace, and a set of white leather corner sofas surrounding a rug. Pretty simple and pretty classy.
She felt awkward standing here in someone else's house, having not seen a single human. Was there something wrong here?
Her head snapped to the side as she heard a buzzing sound. It almost sounded like a very large mosquito, but there were no mosquitos here at this time of year. Katie followed the sound. It was getting closer and closer.
Around the corner from where she came, a drone arrived. It was an ordinary drone that anyone would fly in the park. It stopped in front of her, hanging in the air. Nothing strange about that other than it was in the house. Roxanne must be just some silly kid trying to play a prank on her.
"Roxanne?" she called out.
The drone hung there for a few seconds before it darted for her head. Katie dodged out of the way as it skittered past her. What was that?
The drone now hung in the middle of the room, gazing at her again. It rotated for a moment before it sped toward her again. This time, Katie managed to move out of the way again as it whizzed past her shoulder.
But this time, the drone didn't stop to taunt her. It turned in the air and darted toward her. She stumbled backward and fell onto her behind. Her hat tumbled off her head as the shock caused her chestnut hair to fly over her face.
Clearing the hair from her eyes, she rolled over and grasped her hat as the drone returned from where it came from.
Already, she started to sense that this kid could be a handful. But she was determined to play it calm.
With the drone gone, the house fell into an eerie silence again. Katie climbed to her feet and smoothed down her clothes.
"Roxanne! Come down here. I want to meet you."
No answer. She was beginning to grasp how this was. It was probably a game with a silly nine-year-old whose dad had bought her a drone for Christmas. She'd play along for now, but that wasn't going to last for long.
Katie decided the best thing was to begin exploring the rest of the house. She spied a closed door on the other side of the TV room. Her ears were still pricked for the sound of that drone coming back.
