Season 5 Prologue (Wrath of the Mannequeen)

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I am back at last and with 25 new captions plus today's teaser. Thank you for all the kind messages over the past couple of months. They have been an inspiration.

As I said before, I am going to post new caps every two days this time. It will give me time to work on new stories and considering I only have one left to finish for this season, it should allow me to resume posting fairly quickly after this batch is online.

We kick things off with the Mannequeen and her plotting. This story has been going quite a while so the entire saga is on my series index page.

Zoli

The shadows weren't so dark any more. They weren't as deep and didn't grant anything like the anonymity they once had. The mousy yet genius engineer with a penchant for wool-knit sweaters and punishing deserving men with humiliating and sometimes permanent female bodysuits was gone. Now locked inside a voluptuous bodysuit of her own, Hayley no longer had the privilege of keeping her life separate from that of her vigilante alter-ego, the Mannequeen.

Sticking close to the wall inside the subway station, she observed the late evening crowds passing by and tried to block out the eternal thrum of pleasure from the stimulation features built into her bodysuit. With the help of a specially crafted latex catsuit that massaged her pleasure points gently, she was able to bear the constant euphoria and avoid the otherwise inevitable descent into a life as a drooling never-ending orgasm machine, but it didn't help making her any less noticeable.

Three figures in particular caught her eye – a woman and two men. Detective Lara Lake and her companions stopped at the turnstile to the downtown platform and began to make their goodbyes. The Mannequeen glared at her from the shadows. The Detective was a puppet for the copycat known as the Cleaner, but she was a dangerous one. The Cleaner had trapped the Mannequeen in her eternal bimbo prison but Lara had been helping Hayley's nemesis trap her suspicious fellow detectives in their own versions of hell. Undeserving victims – against everything the Mannequeen stood for – even now. Still, there were many types of guilt – guilt by association for one...

The two men were Lara Lake's fiance and her brother. They were finishing shaking hands and the brother was getting ready to leave the couple to their trip home. The Mannequeen smiled. They would be the appetisers to her revenge. She savoured every affectionate glance Lara gave them, knowing that the next time she saw them, they would be looking very different. Detective Lara Lake would first be broken and then she would be punished. The Mannequeen's heart thudded in her chest with the fantasies of how she would ruin this traitorous, scheming she-devil. It would be glorious...triumphant.

The Mannequeen rocked back on her heels as Lara Lake disappeared down the moving stairway. Her mouth was dry but she was wet between her legs from thinking about her delicious revenge, and her scouting complete, she collapsed against the wall and allowed herself to succumb to the ecstasy.