0 comments/ 8248 views/ 9 favorites Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 01 By: Buzzboy Evening creeps in as the sun has long set behind the tall and obstructing buildings surrounding Angel as she walks pass the dive bars, strip clubs and other sleazy places of Capri Street. Being an attractive blond woman in her twenties, Angel maintains a cool and calm demeanor as she continues her pace to the safe confines of her hotel room. Dressed in a tweed jacket with a scarf, tight blue jeans and mid-heel boots, Angel's clothes would be considered conservative compared to the hookers she would pass by, she still feels unease and defensive by the looks from the men that pass her by. Everyone knows it's not safe for a single girl in the city of Plutopolis to be out at night alone. Finally, Angel makes it to the Hotel Carmen without incident. Angel walks across the wide and spacious lobby of the once-pristine five-star hotel and walks pass the front desk, hoping the man with the slicked-back black hair, thin mustache and a tacky floral shirt doesn't notice her. "How was your walk, honey?" Roy at the front desk asks. Angel stops and pauses for a few seconds. "Uneventful." Angel replies in a flat tone. "Where's a hot girl like you go anyway?" Roy pryingly asks. Angel holds out a brown covered book from her purse and shows it to Roy. It's the Bible. "Church." Angel answers. Without any further word, Angel resumes her journey to the elevator next to the wide royal stairway. Feeling slightly burned by Angel's subtle dismissal, Roy centers his sight on Angel's beautifully bubble-shaped ass and mentally removes her jean and whatever panties she might be wearing to see in his mind's eye the blond woman's delicious derriere. Waiting for the elevator, Angel looks behind her and spots the leach at the front desk ogling her. A ding from the elevator is heard and the elevator doors slides open, Angel enters the elevator silently and without any facial expressions as the doors slides close. At least no facial expressions to be perceived as friendly to Roy. "Bitch." Roy utters under his breath. Roy takes a phone from a lower shelf of his desk, slams it on the desk and begins dialing. ****** In her hotel room, Angel locks the door to ensure her safety and privacy, she walks pass the door to the bathroom, places her bible on the faded wood drawers next to the TV and sits on the bed. After removing her jacket and boots, Angel goes to the bathroom to turn on the shower and begins to unbutton her sleeveless blouse then her c-cup bra. Completely topless, Angel turns to the mirror to see the angel wings tattoo on her back and takes a moment to admire the quality work done on her. With a towel, her blouse and bra in hand, Angel makes her way to the bed where she pulls off her jeans and white cotton panties, leaving her in her glorious nude. Angel then reaches into her purse to retrieve the bottle of shampoo she bought earlier but pulls out several photographs instead. Angel couldn't help but look at the photo of her in a black one-piece swimsuit, smiling as she sits next to a handsome brown-haired man in his twenties, smiling as well, on a beach blanket on Lakeside Beach. The next photo shows of her in her motel maid's uniform walking hand-in-hand down a dirt road with the handsome man from the previous photo in an unbuttoned light blue button shirt and faded jeans. The photo after that is a candid shot of Angel, dressed in a simple blue sundress, and the handsome man in a red-black bowling shirt and blue jeans slow dancing at a Fourth of July party. Angel sees the hand of the man she was dancing with was somewhat a little lower pass her hip but not completely on her ass. At the time, she didn't mind, she planned to have sex with him later on after the party...like they did a few hours before the party. Angel stops as she notices her finger lightly circling around the erect nipple of her perfectly round breast. Angel acknowledges her deep feelings arising inside her of her lover, the man who came to her rescue, who she trusted with her body not only for sex but for the angel wings he inked on her back. Switching back to the photo of her and her lover on the beach, Angel's hand moves down from her nipple to the folds of her labia and immediately finds her clit. Angel closes her eyes as her fingers delicately tweaks and teases the pink pleasure bud. Angel opens her eyes and gazes at the photos, reminding her of her lover and the time they shared together, then throws the photo away, letting them fall to the carpet. Angel falls back on the bed, continuing to pleasure herself. Her moans grow louder with every finger-strike on her pussy, not worrying if anyone in the next room or in the hallway outside will hear her. Angel's mind recalls every moment she had with her lover, when they first met at the Lakeside Motel, when they had sex on Lakeside Beach, when he inked the angel wings tattoo on her back, more sex, outings with friends from work, more sex, Fourth of July party, more sex, Angel remembers it all. Including why she left. Angel's moaning intensifies as she feels her climax nearing, her fingers go faster than before to quicken her inevitable gratification until finally her naked and sweaty body quivers as her orgasm overtakes her senses. "Orpheus." Angel softly moans. Catching her breath, Angel lies motionless on the bed as she falls in a post-orgasm daze, unaware of the steam originating from the bathroom. ****** At the lobby of the Carmen, Roy can't help but notice a small group of men enter the lobby, walking to the front desk in a close formation, like a gang. Roy was no stranger to gangs being in the hotel, usually they would rent a few rooms for a party or a special event, a night or two of loud noises and some damages then they pay their bill and that would be the end of it until the next time. But this particular gang does not have the street cred like the Steelheads or the Unholy Riders, in fact, they don't have any. Leading this gang, a man in a purple leather trench coat with a goatee and brown hair standing up due to mousse or hairspray and wearing white framed shades, next to him is a thick body framed bald man in a black leather trench coat. The others with them looked more like the kind of idiots and losers you would find outside a Slater Street nightclub that never get allowed in than criminals. "Hiya, Moth." Roy greets the purple coat wearing man. "You didn't waste any time getting here." "The girl you said about, this her?" Moth directly asks, holding out a small photo. Examining the photo, Roy sees what looks like a police mug shoot photo of Angel, one pic of her facing forward and the other pic of her facing to the side. "That's the bitch." Roy confirms. "Where is she?" Moth eagerly asks. "Hey, where's my money?" Roy demands. "I'm not running a charity here." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Moth pulls his shades off and looks intensely at Roy. "You should be glad I let you in on this." "Fuck you, Moth." Roy replies. "Everyone knows you're a bottom-feeder. You're not even a blip on the police's radar. What did that blond cunt do to you, anyway? Turned you down for a date?" Offended by Roy comments, Moth just smiles and slowly pulls aside the .38 caliber tucked in his dark red trousers, not being obscured by the black with red pinstripes button shirt. "That supposed to scare me?" asks the not-intimidated Roy. "Just fucking pay him already." Says the bald man at Moth's side. "Shut the fuck up, Pin." Moth leans to his bald friend and whispers. "You're killing my game." "What game?" Pin replies. "We've been looking for this broad for months and now that we're this close you want to risk fucking it up because your pride?" Even though it would look like Moth doesn't command the respect he thinks he's entitled to by his street cred, which he really doesn't, Moth gives in and reaches for his wallet. Moth puts a $20 dollar bill on the desk. Instead of giving a room number, Roy just taps twice on the twenty, implying more money than that. Moth then drops two more $20 dollar bills, still nothing. Guessing that Roy would cooperate at $100 dollars, Moth takes out another twenty followed by a ten, three fives and three singles. As much as it would amuse Roy to see Moth scrounge for loose changes among his gang, Roy decides for one time only be generous to Moth and pawn the cash lain out for him. "Room 313." Roy informs, handing Moth the room key. Resuming his bad-ass bravado which only he seems to believe, Moth snatches the room key from Roy. "Let's go." Moth orders his crew. Roy watches Moth proceed to the elevator and his so-called gang following like a pack of retarded lemmings. Whatever it is that finding the blond bitch in Room 313 will help them gain the notoriety and respect in the criminal underworld, Roy knows with absolute certain that a wannabe-criminal hotshot like Moth and his gang of petty criminals and losers will never accomplish that. "Fucking idiots." Roy utters. "Zippy, get the elevator." Moth orders the short, gawky, chinless man behind him. Like a loyal dog, Zippy breaks from the Moth and his gang to make a dash to the elevator and pushes the up button more than one time. "Here's the plan, guys." Moth stops to brief his gang. "Pin and I will go up to snatch the girl. The rest of you will watch the stairs in case she makes it passed us. And remember, no fuck-ups." "So this girl is our ticket to the big time?" asks a creepy-looking man with long, oily hair, wearing a ratty and nearly worn-out sports coat. "No, Zane. She's my ticket to the big time." Moth firmly states. "Anyone who helps me catch this girl and bring her to over to Lady J, gets on the train with me." "What train?" asks a tall and confused man in a grey jogging suit, unaware it was a metaphor. "Later, Oxy Mo." Pin says. At the sound of the ding, Moth and Pin head to the elevator as the doors slides open and held by the very loyal Zippy. "Can I come with, Moth?" asks Zippy. "Fuck, no." Moth answers. "We have elephant of surprise on us. We don't need your constant yakking to ruin it." "Element of surprise, not elephant." Zippy corrects. "And I only talk when I think... "Shut the fuck up." Pin says as he roughly pushes Zippy out of the way, allowing him and Moth to enter the elevator. "Just watch the elevator, in case she doesn't take the stairs." Says Moth. "That falls within your useful abilities." Moth and Pin lightly laugh at the doors slide close. "Assholes." Utters Zippy. ****** Cold shivers on Angel's naked flesh causes her to regain her awareness. Lifting herself off the bed, she notices the steam from the bathroom. Angel wraps the towel around her unclothed body and walks to the bathroom to turn off the shower. However, Angel stops by the sounds coming from the other side of the door leading to the hallway. Angel hopes it's just hotel-guests passing by. Then Angel hears the sound of a key being inserted in the door lock. Hearing the lock click, Angel sees the door knob slowly turning. Worried that someone outside is coming in to rape her or kidnap her, Angel quickly but quietly hides by the side of the wardrobe by the corner of the room unseen by Moth and Pin as they slow open the door and enter the room with guns drawn. "She likes to shower with the door open." Moth says in a low voice. "My kinda girl." "Maybe we should wait until she's done and offer to towel her off." Pin suggests with a slight grin. As Moth discreetly walks in the steam-filled bathroom, hoping to get a look of the showering blond beauty in the buff, Pin walks to the scattered photos on the floor. Pin squats down and takes one of the photos, which is one of Angel in her swimsuit walking on the beach with her boyfriend in gray swimming trunks. Pin takes a moment to admire Angel's body. Hearing someone walking to him, Pin assumes that it's Moth ready to give a detailed description of their intentional kidnapping victim's naked body. But as Pin looks upward, he sees Angel wearing only a towel and holding a phonebook as she swings it to his head, knocking him down to the floor. Still holding on to the phonebook, Angel tries to make a dash for the door but stops as Moth emerges from the steam-filled bathroom. Angel flings the phonebook at Moth, striking him in the face, causing Moth to walk backward back in the bathroom, accidently trip on the toilet and fall back on to the shower curtain, knocking it down as Moth continually falls in the bathtub. Moth gathers his senses soon after the fall as he instantaneously feels the scalding hot water spraying on him. "AAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" Moth screams. Moth desperately reaches for the facets and hurryingly turns them to shut off the shower and end his hot water torture. Moth struggles to get out of the tub when Pin stumbles in, nursing the new bruise on the side of his forehead. "WELL, GO GET HER!!!" Moth yells. Not waiting for Moth, Pin run out of the room and down the hall. The only way off the floor was the elevator or the stairway next to it. Turning the corner at the end of the hall to the adjacent hall where the elevator and stairs are, Pin abruptly stop as he sees Angel's towel on the floor. As he squats down to pick up the towel, Pin hears someone approaching him from behind, not realizing he's made the same mistake twice in the last three minutes. Turning his sights behind him, he sees Angel running to him naked holding a fire extinguisher. Pin is momentarily distracted by Angel's magnificent uncovered tits and does not consider the fire extinguisher as a weapon to be used against him until Angel swings and hits Pin in the head again, resulting in getting knocked out and falling to the floor. With Pin unconscious, Angel drops the fire extinguisher, rolls him on his front in order to pull off Pin's trench coat. After succeeding in that, Angel quickly put on the coat but before she has the chance to tie it shut to regain her modesty, she sees Moth running down the hall, aiming his gun at her. Seeing the rage in Moth's eyes, not to mention his hair wet with long licks clinging to his face, Angel runs to the stairs as Moth begins firing at her. Angel runs down the stairway as fast as her bare feet can carry her down two floors. With two more short flights of stairs to the lobby, she sees Zane running up the stairs with a gun in his hand. Deciding to attack before Zane spots her, Angel runs to directly to the oily-haired thug and with an open hand, hits him in the throat. Zane gasps for air as Angel continues to descend the stairs. However, Angel's getaway is not over as Oxy Mo stands at the end of the stairway with his fists up and an unfriendly scowl. Not intimidated and not stopping, Angel jumps on the stair rail, and springs her legs to leap up and does a swift spin kick to Oxy Mo's face. As a former boxer, Oxy Mo could have easily blocked himself, but with Angel's coat untie and flowing in the air, showing him Angel's lovely long legs and the smooth and flawless skin of her hairless pussy (as well as having one too many shoots to the head in the past), Oxy Mo failed to respond in time. As Oxy Mo falls to the floor, Angel lands near him with the grace and skill of an Olympic gymnast crouching on the floor with her legs spread wide. Her coat does not drape over her ass until a few seconds later, showing everyone in the lobby including Roy a view of her beautiful bare bum. It's better than I imagined. Thinks Roy. Quickly standing up, Angel spots Zippy standing by the elevator, looking shocked and slack-jawed. "That...was so...awesome." Zippy manages to say. "Thanks." Angel replies. Not wanting to wait for any more creeps to abduct her, Angel run across the lobby to the entrance. As Angel passes the front desk, Roy watches Angel's legs as they run out of the hotel lobby and into the streets outside. "Fucking idiots." Roy reiterates. ****** The waters of Lake Anasazi are pitch dark in the night, but reflect the lights from the lamp posts of the Ben Williams suspension bridge. But all that Orpheus Jones can see pass the support beams of the bridge from his passenger side window is darkness. Looking pass the windshield in front of him, Orpheus sees the inviting bright lights and the monstrously tall buildings of Plutopolis at the end of the bridge. This sight gives Orpheus no relief, causing him to look back at the darkness surrounding the bridge. Orpheus can't help but be grim, returning to the city he exiled himself from. Given the choice, he would contently spend the rest of his life in Lakeside at the other end of the bridge. In his time in Lakeside, Orpheus's worries would be if the ice machine at the Lakeside Motel would go a few weeks without breaking down again or if the next car that drives in the garage he works drives in with an overheated engine and an overheated driver and not about gangs trying to kill him or police trying to arrest him and ship him to prison. Leaving in an uneventful town like Lakeside left Orpheus with plenty of free time to read, to draw, to help with repairs at the Lakeside Motel across the road, to be with friends from work and discuss about their uneventful lives. Some would consider life in Lakeside dull and boring as Orpheus did in his first few weeks there. But Orpheus had one reason why he didn't miss his life in the big city, why he stayed in Lakeside to make a life for himself. It was the same reason why Orpheus is returning to Plutopolis. Angel. "Ya sure ya wanta do this?" Orpheus turns to the middle-aged man in the mechanic coveralls behind the wheel of the Ford truck driving through the bridge. "What do you mean, Gil?" Orpheus asks. "Going back here at find Angel? In a city this fucking big?" Gil questions. "Why shouldn't I?" Orpheus further asks. "She's been gone a few days." Gil says. "Maybe she just got tired of living in Lakeside." "She would have told me." Orpheus informs. "Maybe she didn't want to tell ya." Gil suggests. "Maybe she just left ya." "No, that can't be." Orpheus doubts. "We have something, Angel and I. Something great." "What? Like the sex?" "Well, the sex was great but it's not just that. Whenever I'm with her, it's like there's no one else in the world but her and me. I don't care about the shit I've been through in the past, just the present with her." "And the future?" "If I think about the future, she's there with me." "Ya think about getting married and having a bunch of rug rats?" Orpheus pauses for a few seconds. "Well, not about married and kids," Orpheus clarifies. "but lots of sex." "So the sex is great?" "Really great. And I think that's the problem." "Not following." "I'm beginning to think if the sex in the relationship is that great, there you might overlook the other good qualities of the relationship." "I sure as hell didn't have that problem with my ex." Says Gil. "When the sex got from boring to really fucking boring, there were no qualities to overlook, good or bad. She eventually left me, she went to Plutopolis to work at some dive strip bar. Haven't heard from her since." Orpheus and Gil went silent as the truck finally drives off the Ben Williams Bridge and proceeds into the gothic cityscape of Plutopolis. Orpheus knew that the only safe place for decent people to go at night is home because at night the city didn't belonged to them, it belonged to the street gangs looking for territory or fighting for the territory they have, the pimps making money off the women forced to sell their bodies, the junkies willing to kill for the drugs their addicted to or money to buy drugs, the crooked cops who are no better than the street scum they're supposed to protect the taxpayers from, and the sexual predators roaming the streets for their usual prey. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 01 Gil slows down the truck as he pulls over to the side of the street. "Thanks for the lift, Gil." Says Orpheus as he open the passenger side door, about to leave. "Are ya sure about this?" Gil asks. "Sometimes the big city is too much for one guy. If ya walk in the wrong neighborhood, ya'll get eaten alive and no one will care to remember." "I have to find Angel, no matter what." Orpheus states. "And if she has left me, I want her to tell me why." Out of the truck, Orpheus shuts the passenger side door and waves bye to Gil as he begins his journey. Gil watches Orpheus walk away for a few seconds before making a U-turn and drives back to the Ben Williams Bridge. Wearing a sleeveless grey sweatshirt with his faded blue jeans and sneakers, Orpheus pulls his ski cap over his dark brown hair then pulls his goggles around his neck to his eyes. With a few quick inhales and exhales, Orpheus makes a dash down the sidewalk to a driveway next to a Ukrainian restaurant and proceeds to a dumpster. Not stopping, Orpheus swiftly vaults himself on to the dumpster then flings himself to the one-story building and grabs the ledge of the roof. With his feet running on the wall, Orpheus pulls up himself onto the roof and quickly rolls himself on his feet to resume running to the much bigger building on the other side of the roof, where Orpheus hurdles across the wide alleyway and grabs the rail of the fire escape. With a swift push of his feet against the bars of the fire escape, Orpheus vaults over the rail and lands on the steel grating platform. Without wasting a second, Orpheus runs up the steel steps until he reaches the top floor where he jumps and climbs to the rooftop of the building. "Like riding a bike." Orpheus utters. Feeling himself in his element, Orpheus takes a moment to watch the streets below him. He sees the usual happenings, people coming home from work, people leaving home to a second job or to get away from problems at home, hookers and hustlers displaying themselves for the chance to earn some money for food and/or rent, drug dealers with anything from weed to hardcore narcotics to sell. This is all too familiar for Orpheus. Many times with his old gang, the Anarchists, Orpheus would also witness underground street races, cops chasing, beating, and/or arresting suspected criminals, gangs looking for territory or other gangs to fight with. The Anarchists would never about taking territory or fighting unless it was necessary. Under the guidance of their leader, The Dude, the Anarchists were about being free and not be tied down to the mundane pursuits that eventually leads to the usual paths of self-destruction that everyone in Plutopolis takes. Gangs like the Iron Dragons and the Tuff Buffs may have the streets, but the Anarchists had the rooftops. Had. Past tense. Feeling that he's wasting time needlessly reminiscing, Orpheus begins to run to the end of the rooftop and jump to the next building with only two floors shorter than the previous one. After doing a landing roll on the pebble-covered rooftop, the skilled free-runner continues over to the next building. "Fuck, yeah!" exclaims a trilled Orpheus. "I can't believe I didn't miss all this." ***** Clutching the stolen leather trench coat to cover her nude body, Angel runs down an alley as she tries to flee her pursuers. Making her way to a dark back alley, Angel stops to catch her breath and give her tired, bare feet a rest. Angel closes her eyes as she leans against a brick wall and releases the coat, allowing it slowly open and reveals her naked body. Instead of covering herself from the air of the night she feels cooling on her skin, Angel takes a deep breath in hope it will calm her down and help her find the solution to her predicament. Although Angel never considered herself an exhibitionist, she finds it somewhat enjoyable to be wearing only a trench coat concealing her nudity out on the streets. Maybe even thrilling. It would probably be more thrilling if there won't people with guns chasing her. "What do we have here, guys?" A male voice calls out from the dark. In response to the voice, Angel opens her eyes and closes her coat. She sees several figures walk out of the darkness of the dark alley. The man leading is in shabby street clothes with bad unwashed hair, bad skin and bad teeth and the others with him don't look any better. They are obvious drug addicts. Angel notices on the shirts and jackets of these junkies has the letter Z spray-painted on them, showing that they're a gang but no one she recognized. "Looks like someone got lost on her way to her boyfriend." Says another junkie with a crack pipe in his mouth. "I'm sorry if I'm in your turf." Angel apologizes, keeping her coat shut as she backs away. "I'm just passing through." "Where ya going, babe?" The junkie leader asks. "Why don't you party with us? We got some good shit on us." Not aware of her surroundings, Angel accidently backs into a garbage can and falls to the pavement. Laying on her back to the ground, Angel notices her coat is wide open, exposing her naked body to the junkies. Angel then sees the look of lust on their faces, which causes a sick feeling in her stomach. "I guess Christmas is coming early for us, guys." Says the junkie leader. "GET HER!" Without any hesitation, the junkies run pass their leader and to her Angel as struggles to get on her feet only to be roughly grabbed by two junkies and force onto the wall behind her. Soon the other junkies circle around her but at a short distance. "Let me go, you fucking creeps." Angel yells as she tries to free herself. "I call first dibs." Calls the junkie with a small crack pipe in his mouth on Angel's right. "Fuck you, Crank." Says the junkie with several nose rings black circle around her eyes on Angel's left, who to Angel's surprise is a woman. "I want a shot at her." "Fuck, no, Greenie!" The junkie leader yells. "I run this sorry excuse of a gang, so I get fuck her first. You got problem with that?" "No, -Zero." Greenie rapidly answers out of respect. "I'm cool with that." Crank answers out of fear. The sick feeling in Angel's stomach doesn't get any better as –Zero walks closer to her with a creepily amorous grim. The situation grows more repugnant for Angel when she feels –Zero's hand forcefully grabs one of her breasts, causing Angel to cringe with disgust. "Ohhhhh, We're going have lots of fun, blondie." Says –Zero. "So you might as well fucking relax." "Please, let me go." Angel pleads. "Maybe we should give her some of the shit we cooked up to get her in the party mood, huh?" Crank suggests. "Oh, fuck yeah." Greenie agrees as she grabs Angel's face to force her to look face-to-face. "You're about to become property of the Zeds, honey." BANG!!! The load sound of the gunshot echoes through the alley, causing everyone to stop. Looking to the direction of the sound, Angel, -Zero and the Zeds sees Moth walking out of the dark with his gun pointing to the sky, walking beside him is Pin, Zane, Oxy Mo and Zippy with their guns drawn and pointing at the surprised gang of drug abusers. "Get off her now!" Moth orders as he lowers his gun to the gang's leader. "I won't tell you twice." There's a silence among the Zeds for a few seconds. Suddenly, one of the Zeds throws a small glass vial filled with a clear liquid at Moth. The vial crashes a few feet away from Moth and the liquid starts a fire, quickly spreading towards Moth and his gang. "Fuck! Get back! Get back!" shouts Moth as he scampers from the incoming chemical fire. Another vial is thrown by another Zed and smashes against a brick wall near the armed party crashers, causing another fire to spread downward from the wall. Tired and angered by the firebomb-throwing junkies getting in his way of his big score, Moth fires his .38 at the Zeds. Through the fire, Moth sees one of the Zeds, who may have thrown the second fire vial get shoot in the shoulder and the Zed next to him get shoot in the lower chest. "Come on!" Moth yells to his gang, waving his arm to them like a solider leading his platoon into battle. As Moth runs and jumps over the fire separating him from the Zeds, Pin and Oxy Mo charge after him with Zane running behind them. Zippy hesitates for a few seconds, pondering how hot that fire is, but seeing his friends easily run through, Zippy runs to brave the fire and join the fight. But Zippy's moment of bravery is cut short when two more thrown fire-vials crashes in front of his path and ignites a huge blaze, stopping Zippy dead on his tracks. -Zero starts to worry as he watches the advancing Moth aiming his gun at him, armed with only a fire-vial and a pocket knife, -Zero knows he has virtually nothing to fight against the tacky-dressed gunman. With only a few seconds until Moth pulls the trigger of his .38, -Zero thinks of his next defense move. -Zero grabs Crank and yanks him between himself and the incoming bullets. Before Crank could even react, much less figure out why his leader just pulled him from holding Angel (and before he had a chance to grope her), the three shoots to his back helps him deduce the reason. "You fucker." Crank murmurs. "Let those be your final words." –Zero says as he takes a fire-vial from Crank's vest. Still using the dying Zed as a human shield, -Zero chucks the fire-vial at the pavement near Moth, spanking a fire bigger than the previous one, which Moth quickly backs away. Without Crank holding her back, Angel uses her free arm to grab Greenie's neck and launch her knee into Greenie's stomach. With the wind knocked out of her, Greenie collapses on the pavement gasping for air, watching Angel run away from the firebomb-in-a-gunfight down an alley leading to the streets. Looking to the fighting, Greenie sees –Zero letting Crank go and fall to the ground and run passed her into another alley, along with the other fleeing Zeds, leaving behind her and three other Zeds lying dead on the ground. Close by her is Moth and Pin, looking over the bodies while avoiding the fires, unaware of Greenie. Greenie takes out her only fire-vial from her jacket, about to throw it at Moth. "Don't even think about it, ya junkie bitch." Says a voice from behind her. Turning her sights to the source of the voice, Greenie sees the barrel end of an old Smith & Wesson gun held by Zippy. "Nice antique." Says Greenie. "Can that thing actually work?" "I'm willing to test it out." Zippy replies like a tough guy. The fire-vial in Greenie's hand is suddenly snatched away by Moth. Greenie tries to reclaim it from Moth but stops when she spots Pin and Zane with their guns pointed at her. Moth studies the fire-vial for a moment before putting in his coat pocket. "The blond chick, where did she go?" Moth interrogates. "Tell me and you live." "She went down that alley to Gardner Street." Greenie answers. "Pin, Zane, go." Moth orders. As Pin and Zane runs pass Moth, Zippy and Greenie and down the alley, Moth aims his gun at Greenie's head. "Wait, you said I get to live." Greenie pleads. "I lied, ya stupid junkie." Moth says. "Wait, I'll blow you if you let me live." A desperate Greenie offers. Keeping his gun to the drug addict's head, Moth takes a minute to consider. ****** Pulling his goggles above his eyes, Orpheus passes by a taxi cab parked by the gas pumps as he walks to a Comin'/Going convenience store on Rollins Street and enters as a middle-eastern man in old suede jacket and a newsboy cap exits with a paper cup of coffee. Orpheus walks pass the middle-aged black man behind the counter, more focused on the latest issue of Bad Girls Gone Naked & Slutty than offering aid to the customer that just walked by. As fun and exciting as it is for Orpheus to run and jump off rooftops, it is also exhausting. Lucky for him, there are Comin'/Going stores throughout Plutopolis for him to go to and find his usual source of energy. Orpheus takes three cans of Tweak Up energy drink from the glass door refrigerator next to the Swallow 'n Gulp soda machine and walks to the counter to pay. Afterwards, Orpheus is already drinking his first Tweak Up of the night as he exits the store with the other two cans in a plastic bag. Orpheus stops at the glass double doors as he witnesses the middle-eastern man he passed being accosted by gang of punks. These punks are dressed in various military-styled street clothes, some with shaved head but all of them had tattoos. Each one of them has different kinds of tattoos but all have one or two swastikas on their skins. Orpheus stops breathing as he recognizes this gang of neo-Nazis. The Steelheads. Orpheus focuses on the muscular skinhead in black army boots, green army pants and denim vest over his black muscle shirt with swastika tattoos on the right side of his head, both shoulders and the back of his neck along other Nazi-themed tattoos. Orpheus recognizes him as Stomper, the leader of the Steelheads. Counting five Steelheads outside Orpheus knows he's outnumbered and a direct confrontation would be suicide, but he couldn't hide in the store. Stomper grabs the middle-eastern man by his jacket and violently pushes him against the taxi cab. With his back to the glass double doors of the store, Orpheus sees it as a chance, slim as it is, to slip away unnoticed. Acting now, Orpheus exits the store as quick and discreet as he can. Orpheus can't help back take a brief look back at Stomper and the brown-skinned cab driver pleading with him. "I'm just doing my job, buddy." Says the cab driver with his middle-eastern accent. "Yeah, a job you took from a true American, a white American!" Stomper loudly states. "Well, the Steelheads are sick and tired of the terrorists and free loaders coming to our great country and try to turn it into a third-world nation!" Orpheus continues walking while Stomper goes on spouting his racist rhetoric before committing his hate crime on the defenseless cab driver. As much as Orpheus didn't wish any harm to cabbie whose only crime is being at the wrong place at the wrong time in the wrong city, there was no way for him to help without putting himself in danger. Orpheus sets his vision ahead of him, hoping the Steelheads are too focused on their leader to notice him leaving or recognizing him. But Orpheus's subtle getaway is interrupted by a Steelhead standing in his way. The Steelhead in front of Orpheus is at least a foot taller, but somewhat portly with a shaved head, wearing running shoes, grey jogging pants and a white sleeveless undershirt with tattoos on his flabby arms including a swastika on his chest. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" asks the baby faced Steelhead. "I'm just minding my own business, dude." Orpheus says in a low voice, looking away. "I'm not looking for trouble." "What's with the goggles, pal?" the Steelhead smugly asks. "Wait...I know you, don't I?" "Don't think so. I'm just passing through." Orpheus tries to mislead. "Oh, Fuck. I do know you!" the Steelhead with an obvious big mouth yells out, bringing the attention Orpheus doesn't need to him. "You're one of the An....!" Orpheus lets go of his can of Tweak Up and with his free hand gives a swift punch to the throat of the big mouthed Steelhead, a second later Orpheus gives a swift roundhouse kick to the face of the portly Steelhead, knocking him to the pavement before the Tweak Up can hits the ground. Immediately, the Steelheads advance on Orpheus in retaliation. And Orpheus is ready for them. As one Steelhead with brass knuckles run to Orpheus and winds up to launch a series of punches. Orpheus swings the plastic bag with the two cans at the Steelhead's head, tearing the flimsy bag on impact, causing the drink cans to fly out while stunning the Steelhead long enough for Orpheus to give a hard sidekick to the chest. Another Steelhead charges at Orpheus with a baseball bat. Orpheus dodges the bat of the swinging Steelhead with a side flip and lands on his feet near the Steelhead. Orpheus gives the Steelhead a swift elbow to the eye as he takes the bat from him and swings it hard to the Steelhead's knee, causing him to scream in pain as he falls to the ground. As the remaining Steelheads are dumbfounded and hesitate about their next more against an obviously difficult enemy to beat, Orpheus grabs one of the drink can off the pavement. "Stomper!" yells Orpheus, winding up for a pitch. Still holding the cabbie back with one arm, Stomper looks to Orpheus and sees a Tweak Up drink can hurling at his face, colliding hard with his nose. Nursing what could be a broken nose, Stomper backs away from the held cabbie. "Get the fuck out of here." Orpheus yells to the cabbie. "Thanks, buddy." The cabbie says as he open the driver door of the cab. With one Steelhead tending to his wounded leader, Orpheus notices a female Steelhead with long dirty blond hair in her knee-high lace-up boots and knee pads over her dark green leather pants rushing to the cabbie. Orpheus also notices the blond Steelhead's red thong visible above the waistline of her leather pants as well as her black bikini bra and some strange looking arm-length glove on her right arm. Like the other Steelheads, this blond girl has no shortage of tattoos on her body, like the lightning bolt tattoo under her left eye, the number 88 on the right side of her neck and the swastika tattoo over her left breast as well as other tattoos too many for Orpheus to distinguish. To give the middle-eastern cab driver more time to escape, Orpheus charges at the blond Steelhead with the bat. With no moral qualms against striking a woman, in this case, Orpheus does a back handed swing to her head, but halfway through, the bat is intercepted and, to Orpheus's surprise, firmly grabbed. As the blond Steelhead pulls the bat away from her head, Orpheus, still holding the bat, gets a better look at her unusually strong right arm. Wait, that's not a glove. Orpheus thinks. That's metal. Orpheus can't believe it as he sees the blond girl's entire arm is a metallic prosthetic, like something from the science-fiction movies. Despite Orpheus's failed attack on the blond girl with a metal arm, the cabbie manages to get in his taxi and speeds out of the gas area, nearly hitting the dodging Stomper, making a clear getaway into the streets. "Fuck him up, Matilda!" Stomper shouts. Letting go of the bat, Orpheus drops to the ground where he swing his leg to the metal-armed Nazi bitch's legs, kicking her off her feet and fall backwards on the pavement. Lifting himself to his feet, Orpheus dashes away from the defeated Steelheads, not wanting to push his already limited luck. Stomper runs after him but stops halfway through the gas pumps as the sound of police sirens is heard and getting loader. "Cops." Matilda warns as she gets back on her feet. "We gotta get the fuck outta here." "This isn't over, Anarchist!" Stomper yells out. "We know who you are and the Steelheads are coming for you!" ****** After jumping several chain link fences and running across the rooftops of two low-rise apartment buildings and a strip mall, Orpheus finally stops on the roof of a paint store to pull his goggles down and catch his breath. Standing near the front, Orpheus scans the street below and recognizes it as Boudreaux Street, at least six blocks from his fight with the Steelheads. To Orpheus's knowledge, Boudreaux Street being a black neighborhood is run by the Boudreaux Street Business Association, which is no different than any other gang in Plutopolis despite the upscale sounding name and that their members wear business suits and call themselves 'businessmen'. Still, Orpheus doesn't plan to stay long to encounter any BSBA businessmen tonight. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 01 "Orpheus! Is that you?" a familiar female voice calls out. Looking down to the street below him, Orpheus sees a dark chocolate-skinned woman in her early twenties with long black hair with red streaks wearing a leopard print coat over her pink cropped tank top and denim short shorts and red high-heel shoes standing on the sidewalk near the paint store. "Topaz?" says a surprised Orpheus. "Wait there, I'm coming down." Even with a short running start, Orpheus does an impressive jump off the rooftop across the sidewalk and grabs a nearby lamp post where he slides down low enough to push himself off and land nearly in front of Topaz. "Jesus, that always makes my heart stop whenever I see you do shit like that." Topaz says as she walks to Orpheus and gives him a brief hug. "So when did you get back to town?" "Just now." Orpheus answers. "I had a run-in with some Steelheads when I got here but I managed to lose them." "Are you okay?" asks Topaz. "Better than those Nazi ass-clowns." Orpheus replies proudly. "Baby, it's not safe for you to be out here." Says Topaz. "For you either." Orpheus says. "We should get out of here and..." "Topaz!" a man's voice calls out. "The fuck you doing, girl?" A slender black man in a stylish dark blue suit over a black shirt with a blue tie as well as a matching fedora hat and a brass handle walking cane saunters to Orpheus and Topaz with a hostile disposition. Behind him walks two tough-looking black men in similar suits. The heavyset man on the left has a shaved head, wearing a bright red suit with a black shirt and red tie while the tall and muscular man on the right has a trimmed fro, wearing a bright yellow suit with a black shirt and yellow tie. "Hey, it's cool, Top Dogg." Topaz worryingly assures. "He's just an old friend back in town." "Yeah, your friend seems to forget about the kind of neighborhoods he shouldn't go." Says Top Dogg. "So what is it, white boy? You lost?" Top Dogg stands in front of Orpheus, scowling in his face. In no ways intimidated, Orpheus stands silent, looking back at Top Dogg. "Hang a sec. I know you." Says Top Dogg as a smile slowly forms on his face. "You're Orpheus Jones. You use to run with the Anarchists." Orpheus stays silent. "Man, the last of the Anarchists in my neighborhood." Top Dogg loudly states. "You were quite the bunch of cats. Always running around and jumping off buildings and whatever. And your leader The Dude was some kind of a monk." Orpheus remains silent for a few more seconds. "I know you too." Orpheus speaks. "You used to sling hash to high school kids. What they call you back then? 'Scrappy'?" "Well, it's Top Dogg, now!" Top Dogg asserts as his smile disappears. "Now I'm the head of the Boudreaux Street Business Association." "What happened to the guy who used to run it? Grand Daddy G?" Orpheus inquires. "He's doing time at Stonehaven Penitentiary." Top Dogg informs. "Now, I think you should take your boney white ass outta here before I have my associates behind me fuck you up." "Alright, I'm going." Orpheus says. "And I'm taking my friend with me." Orpheus reaches for Topaz to take her away but is blocked by the man in the yellow suit stepping in between them. "I don't so." Top Dogg corrects. "Topaz is in service to the BSBA and under our protection." Orpheus heard about women like Topaz in service with the BSBA, which is more like indentured servitude or sex slavery. Seeing the scantly-clad Topaz helps Orpheus realize what kind of service Topaz provides for the BSBA. "Topaz, tell me you're not working for this asshole." Orpheus says to Topaz behind the yellow-suited thug. "Well, after what happened with The Dude," Topaz explains. "I lost my job at the hospital and I..." "Shut your mouth, bitch!" Top Dogg rudely interrupts. "I only want you to open your mouth for only one fucking thing and it ain't to talk. So shut the fuck up before I have to smack you around like I did Nadine. I want that?" "No, Top Dogg, not that." Topaz answers as she cowers with impending fear. "For someone who's under your so-called protection, she doesn't look all that protected." Orpheus declares. Turning his sight back to Orpheus, Top Dogg walks to Orpheus and gets right in his face. "Let me apprise you of the situation with Topaz, white boy." Top Dogg says. "I own her. I own her ass, I own her pussy, I own those sweet lips of her that..." Top Dogg's clarification of his ownership of Topaz gets abruptly stopped by the fast and hard head butt given to him by Orpheus, causing him to dazedly back away. "You talk too much." Says Orpheus. The tall man in the yellow suit runs to Orpheus, reaching out to grab him. Orpheus grabs the yellow-suited attacker's arm and quickly pulls him forward, using the attacker's momentum against him as Orpheus throws him against the paint store's wall. The heavyset man in the red suit lunges at Orpheus to tackle him to the sidewalk only to grab at empty air as Orpheus does a fast straddle jump over the diving attacker as he hits the sidewalk. Orpheus briefly looks to the fallen thugs on the ground to see which is getting up first and not watching Top Dogg as he twists the brass handle of his cane and pulls out the rapier-pointed blade concealed in the cane. Taking advantage of Orpheus's distraction, Top Dogg charges at him to impale him. "ORPHEUS! BEHIND YOU!" Topaz yells. Responding to Topaz's warning, Orpheus barely dodges the sword thrusting at him but is doing so trips over the leg of the red-suited man and falls to the sidewalk. Before Orpheus has a chance to kip up, the red-suited man wraps his arms across Orpheus's neck and arm, pinning him down long enough for the yellow-suited man to grab Orpheus's other arm to hold him down, rendering him helpless. "Why did you warn him, bitch?" Top Dobb angrily asks, grabbing Topaz's arm and pulls her to him. "You forget work who you work for?" "I'm begging you, Top Dogg, just let him go." Topaz pleads. "He's been living in Lakeside for months. He doesn't know how things work here now." "So you're more concerned about this white boy's safety then your loyalty to the BSBA, to me?!" Top Dogg questions with more anger. "I fucking give and I give and I give and all I ask in return is some respect, some loyalty! That too much to ask for?!" Top Dogg slowly holds his blade to Topaz's cheek, causing his terrified hooker to whimper in fear. "Whatever happens to your friend now is on you." Top Dogg says. "And what happens to you after that is on you too." Top Dogg lets go of Topaz and walks to Orpheus, still held down by his suited-goons. "You afraid of having a fair fight?" asks the defiant Orpheus. "Get rid of your guys here and you and me have some one-on-one. I'll even let keep your sword to help you...compensate." "I got nothing to prove to you, asshole." Top Dogg says. "But I do have set an example about what happens when fuckers like you who think they can stroll on to Boudreaux Street and do whatever the fuck they want." Top Dogg stands in front of Orpheus and takes the end of his blade under Orpheus's chin. "This is Top Dogg's turf." Top Dogg boldly states. "And Top Dogg always marks his turf." As much as getting killed by Top Dogg would end hearing him talk, it's still no relief to Orpheus as he struggles to free himself. Orpheus braces himself as he watches Top Dogg pull back his blade about to thrust it into his chest. Suddenly, a small capsule hurtles to the sideway, with a load pop on impact, thick white smoke bursts and envelops Orpheus, Top Dogg and his goons. "Oh, fuck! It's him, isn't it?" the red-suited goon worryingly asks. "Oh, shit! He's got me!" The arms holding Orpheus releases him as the red-suited thug is harshly pulled off him. With his vision obstructed by the smoke, Orpheus hears the thug let out a scared and somewhat undignified whimper, followed by the sound of a loud punch, then silence. Still restrained by the yellow-suited thug, Orpheus blindly hits him in the face with a fist. Feeling his other arm free, he scurries to his feet as he escapes the smoke. Clear of the smoke, Orpheus look behind to see the yellow-suited thug rushing to him, looking for payback for hitting him. Like something out of a horror movie, two black-gloved hands reaches out of the smoke and grabs the yellow-suited thug by the shoulders, who screams in terror as he's pulled back in the smoke. The sounds of punches, grunts, groans and bodies hitting the sidewalk is heard throughout the neighborhood. Then silence. Orpheus looks into the smoke as it clears and sees the mystery attacker taking shape of a man in a black hoodie with his back to the man he saved. With the smoke completely gone, Orpheus notices the dark gray multi-pocket cargo pants with knee pads, shin guards and black military jungle boots. Something unusual to wear but Orpheus certainly wasn't going to judge the fashion choices of someone who just saved him. Orpheus anticipates seeing the face of his savior as he pulls down his hood and turns around. But to Orpheus's surprise, the face of the man he was about to thank is covered by a thin dark blue fabric, wearing wielder's goggles and a black snowboarder's helmet, leaving Orpheus unsure on how to react. "SpiderBat." An amazed Topaz utters. "It's really him." The mystery hero called SpiderBat looks at Orpheus for a few seconds. Then he looks to Top Dogg, backing away on to the street. SpiderBat walks away from Orpheus and makes his way to Top Dogg. "Hey, I got no gripe with you." Top Dogg state, holding his blade up. "Why don't you just go back beating up them Russians and leave businessmen like us alone?" "You put six women in the hospital, Top Dogg." Says SpiderBat. "You're no businessman, you're just another pimp." "I got a fucking business to run." Top Dogg justifies. "Sometimes you gotta discipline a few lazy whores to keep things moving." "Try disciplining me." SpiderBat dares. When SpiderBat walks in striking range, Top Dogg swings his blade at his masked adversary, who quickly dodges it almost effortlessly. Top Dogg thrusts the blade at SpiderBat, hoping to impale him or at least injure him longer enough to run away. But the incredibly fast and agile SpiderBat dodges the incoming blade, grabs Top Dogg's arm and twists it until the sound of a bone cracking is loudly heard. Top Dogg screams in pain as he drops his bladed weapon. "That was for the broken arm you gave to Amy." SpiderBat says. Still having Top Dogg's arm in his grip, SpiderBat pulls it upward, allowing him to give a remarkably fast and hard punch to his ribs. More bones cracking is heard, followed by Top Dogg crying in more pain. "That's for the cracked ribs you gave to Mindy." SpiderBat continues. SpiderBat let go of Top Dogg's injured arm, allowing the pimp to back away from the super-vigilante. "Please, no more." Top Dogg begs. "Why?" SpiderBat rhetorically asks. "We haven't even got to Naomi." "Please, please, no." Top Dogg, begs more scared and pathetic. "Are you begging me for mercy?" SpiderBat inquires. "Tell me something, did the hookers you beat beg for you to stop? Did you ever stop? Even for one of them?" The only sounds Top Dogg makes is of fearful sniveling. "I'm thinking no." SpiderBat say, walking to Top Dogg. "So if begging didn't help them...why should it help you?" As much as Orpheus was glad for SpiderBat saving him, he knows now is a good time to leave. He discreetly hurries to Topaz, fixated on the super-vigilante giving her pimp the punishment he deserves. "Topaz, c'mon, let's scram." Orpheus says. "No." Topaz replies. "I want to watch that asshole get what he has coming. What he did to the other girls, he would have done it to me too." "We can't stay here." Orpheus warns. "Those goons might wake up soon and..." "No!" Topaz says. "If this masked man is as rough on criminals as they say he is, then I ain't going nowhere." "I said let's go!" Orpheus asserts as he grabs Topaz's arm and tows her along as he walks away from the fighting. ****** "So who was that guy?" Orpheus asks as he walks through the door to Topaz's apartment. After turning on the lights, Topaz shuts the door, locks the dead bolt and inserts the door chain. Orpheus finds the apartment to be smaller than a public restroom. A few short steps from the door is a single bed next to an old wooden nightstand with a lamp, across the bed stands an old six-inch screened TV next to a small dresser drawer. On the other side of the apartment from the door, Orpheus sees a small kitchenette in the corner of the apartment with a stove and refrigerator. Above the sink is a small window showing the wall of the building across the alley. Near the fridge is a door leading to the bathroom. "He calls himself SpiderBat." Topaz answers. "He started going around beating up bad guys sometime after you left." "Dressed like that?" Says Orpheus. "Good way to get himself killed." "Well, he's certainly on his way." Topaz agrees, removing her coat as she walks to her bed and sits down. "I think he started off by burning down some meth lab the Russian mob owned." "The Russian mob? Seriously?" "I heard they sent some scary ass hitman after him." "And?" "The fact that you've just meet SpiderBat not ten minutes ago and that no one's seen that hitman in months should tell you want happened." "So are the Russians still after him?" "Yeah, so are the Koreans, the Irish, the Italians, not to mention half the street gangs in Plutopolis." "I guess we should consider ourselves lucky he decided to add the blacks to the list." Topaz kicks off her high-heel shoes as Orpheus walks to the bed and sits next to Topaz. "So what happened? How did you wind up working for an asshole like Top Dogg?" Orpheus asks. "I was going through a tough time after The Dude died and you left." Topaz explains. "First, I got laid off at the hospital, then I had to move out of the loft The Dude and I lived in because it wasn't safe for me be there being The Dude's girlfriend, so I moved to Boudreaux Street where I thought I'd would be safe." Topaz pauses as she pulls off her tank top and drops it on the carpet, revealing her strapless red lace bra. "So after I moved here, I started working for BSBA in their prostitution racket, or what they like to call 'care service'." Topaz continues, pulling off her short shorts down her legs, revealing her red lace thong panties. "You just agreed to be a hooker for them like that?" Orpheus asks. "I didn't have much of a choice." Topaz says, dropping her shorts on the carpet. "Besides, it wasn't that bad until Top Dogg took over the BSBA. At least when Grand Daddy G would slap a bitch, it would be because that bitch was really holding out on him or working with a business rival." "I guess I didn't make easier for you by being here and getting you in trouble." Orpheus says. "Truth is, I was already in trouble before you came back." Topaz replies with a smile. "And despite the shit storm we just had, I'm glad you're back." Topaz reaches over and hugs Orpheus. Orpheus wraps his arms around Topaz, hugging her back. Topaz stands up and takes a step away from Orpheus while facing him. Topaz then reaches behind herself to unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her beautifully full and rounded breasts. Feeling a slight rise in his body temperature, Orpheus pulls off his ski cap. "I'm going to take a shower." Topaz informs, smiling. "You can either sit there and wait 'til I'm done or you can join me." Topaz pulls down her lace panties down her legs and flings it at Orpheus, who catches it without hesitation. Topaz turns and goes to the bathroom in a less-than-subtle provocative walk, compelling Orpheus to center his sight on Topaz's firm ass. The naked hostess then stops at the door. "Just so you know, you have ten seconds to decide. After that, you can wait out here, imagining what I'll do with my removable shower head." Topaz says. As Topaz enters the bathroom, Orpheus contemplates the options presented to him. Her bathroom has a removable showerhead? ******* Standing behind a naked Topaz in the shower, an also naked Orpheus gently pulls Topaz's wet hair aside to kiss her neck and finds THE DUDE & TOPAZ FOREVER tattooed below her shoulder. "You still have that." Orpheus says over the sound of the spraying shower. "The tattoo?" Topaz responses. "Yeah, I thought about getting rid of it, but then I remember why I got it to begin with. Why The Dude and I both get this tattoo." "For both of you to show your love to the world." Says Orpheus. "I know, I was the one gave you that tattoo." Orpheus moves closer to Topaz's backside as he slides his hands under Topaz's arms and gently caresses her breasts. Along with the sensual feeling of Orpheus's fingers skillful circling her nipples, Topaz feels the strong lips of her naked guest on her neck, sending pulses of pleasure throughout her body. As the kisses became love-bites, Topaz feels Orpheus's erected penis bushing up against her ass. "Whoa, careful where you points that thing." Topaz jokingly says. "Well, I'm already doing your upper body." Orpheus explains between a kiss and a love-bite. "I have to do your lower body somehow." "You have two hands." says Topaz. "Just use one of them on my pussy." "Which hand do you want me to use?" Orpheus playfully asks. At first, Topaz thought either hand would do, but as she realizes she really enjoys having both of her tits tweaked, she decides another way to please her. "You keep working on my tits and neck." Topaz instructs. "I'll work on my pussy." Topaz spread her feet apart as she takes the removable showerhead and aims it close to her pussy. Topaz begins to moan from the warm waters spraying on her excited clit. "Oh, yeah, baby." Topaz purrs. "Make me cum." "Are you talking to me or the showerhead?" asks Orpheus. "The showerhead." Topaz answers. "It's the only thing that's got me off since I moved here." "Really? Well, allow me to help out your little friend." Orpheus says. Removing one hand from Topaz's breast, Orpheus slides his hand down her forearm and gently takes the showerhead, keeping it on her pussy. No longing holding the showerhead, Topaz's hand replaces the previous hand on her deserted tit and resumes caresses of the nipple with Orpheus's other hand on her other tit. With the pleasure from Orpheus's hands and mouth continuing to mount, Orpheus moves his other hand from Topaz's breast, immediately replaced by Topaz's other hand, and move down to Topaz's pussy. The fingers lightly diddle her labia, adding more to Topaz's sexual joy. The motions get faster and faster, causing Topaz to moan louder with each stroke. "Oh, baby, you're really good with your hands." Topaz compliments between moans. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. Oh, god, I'm cumming!" Topaz's body trembles as she experiences a satisfying orgasm, enough for her to lose control of her legs. Fortunately, Orpheus quickly moves his pleasuring hand to hold her up by wrapping his arm around her stomach, keeping her from falling down. No longer needing the showerhead, Orpheus put it back on its holder. Regaining her senses and the use of her legs, Topaz turns around to face Orpheus. The two showering sex-friends look in each other's eyes as Topaz takes hold of Orpheus's head and kisses him intensely. Orpheus puts his on Topaz's hips and slowly moves down to her ass. After several moments of tongue-probing kisses, Topaz breaks the kissing by lightly biting on Orpheus's lower lip and pulls on it for a few seconds before releasing it. Topaz kisses his neck, going down his chest, giving a love-bite on his nipple, giving Orpheus a twinge of pain-induced pleasure, continues kissing down his firm abs until she is on her knees, facing Orpheus's hard cock. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 01 Topaz looks up at Orpheus and smiles as she gently takes hold of Orpheus's cock and inserts it in her mouth. It wasn't long for Orpheus to feel the enjoyment of oral sex as Topaz expertly bobs her head as she sucks on Orpheus's member, stopping to give little licks under the tip while stroking the base. Orpheus takes a handful of Topaz's hair to secure her head as he groans with anticipation. Feeling his cock about cum, Orpheus looks down at Topaz's dark brown eyes looking back at him. His mind goes back to the last time he had sex with Topaz. Orpheus recalls laying naked on the bed The Dude and Topaz shared at their loft, anally fucking Topaz above him, while The Dude was on top of her fucking her vaginally. Now with both hands holding the head of the beautiful black girl sucking his cock, Orpheus lets out a long grunt as he feels his cock surge with bodily gratification, ejaculating in the fellatio-expert mouth of his generous hostess. Release the spent penis from her mouth, Topaz stands herself up and wraps her arms around Orpheus's lower back and rests her head on his chest. Orpheus wraps his arms around Topaz and holds her close. "It's good to have you back, Orpheus." Says Topaz. ****** Angel leans against a lamp post as she catches her breath from the running she had to do, hoping to have finally evaded her pursuers. Unfamiliar with the street she's on and the area as well, Angel has a new problem. With her knowledge of the streets of Plutopolis very limited, Angel is just simply lost. Angel begins to walk down the sidewalk, not knowing where she's going. With her coat tied to conceal her nakedness, she worries if the people she passes will notice her bare feet. Not knowing who to trust, Angel ponders if she sure even bother asking some random stranger for directions on where she needs to go. Opening her coat to show some cleavage could help her cause, given the right concerned citizen. But it could also bring more trouble her way. "There she is!" A voice loudly calls out. Turning her focus to the voice, Angel sees Oxy Mo sticking his head out of the passenger side door window of an old blue Fiat 126, driven by Zippy. "Fuck, you just gave us away, idiot." Says Zane, sitting in the back seat. As before, Angel runs as fast as she can from the men in the Fiat. Knowing she can't outran the car chasing her, even one as lame as Zippy's, Angel runs into a nearby alley to lose them again. The alley leads Angel to a wide back driveway where Angel continues running. Looking behind her to the sound of an incoming car, Angel sees an old mostly red Ford Thunderbird speeding towards her. Angel quickens her pace as she desperately looks for an alley or a driveway out. Reaching the end of the driveway, Angel finds a tall chain link gates blocking her latest getaway. Kept closed by a pad lock, Angel is unable to open it and noticing the razor wire on the top of the gate, climbing over it was not possible. The T-Bird makes a screeching halt and Moth gets out with his gun aimed at Angel with Pin getting out as well. "Don't you fucking move, bitch." Moth warns. With her back against the gate, Angel raises her hands as Moth approaches her, keeping his gun on her until he's close enough to press the barrel against the side of Angel's head. "You have been a real difficult bitch to catch." Says Moth. "But I finally got you." Breathing deeply, Angel says nothing, trying to maintain her calm despite the gun to her head. With a quick tug, Moth unties Angel's coat, letting it open. Moth gives a smug smile as he admires the unclothed body of his blond captive. Angel looks away from her captor. "You put me and my gang through a lot of shit to get you, sweet cheeks." Moth states. "What should I do to you for that?" Keeping his gun to Angel's head, Moth reach inside Angel's coat with his other hand and gropes her defenseless breast. Angel grimaces but tries to stay silent, even as she feels Moth's unwelcomed hand creepily slides down her body and stops to her unprotected hairless pussy. Angel winces as she feels Moth's violating fingers slowly pushing through the folds of her labia. Pin tucks his gun in his pant as he walks to Moth as he molests Angel. "Can I get my coat back now?" Pin asks. Moth looks at Pin, surprised that his friend is oblivious of the fact that he has a beautiful naked woman at gunpoint and as her abductors can do whatever they want with her. "Really?" asks Moth. ****** Orpheus sits on the singe bed as he puts his jeans on when Topaz leaves the bathroom after blow-drying her hair and walks to her dresser drawer. As Orpheus put on his sweatshirt, he watches Topaz slide a blue lace thong up her legs. "Are you going out now?" asks Orpheus. "Girl's gotta pay the rent." Topaz answers, putting on a blue lace bra. "You think that's safe? What about Top Dogg?" "Well, I know he won't be coming after me tonight." "What about the BSBA?" "With Top Dogg out of the way, there's a power vacuum in the BSBA now. And there's a lot of guys after his job." "So someone else could take over the BSBA?" "Yeah, and that could take days with all the in-fighting, double-dealing and back-stabbing. So now's a good time to make some cash without having to give it to the BSBA." Orpheus puts on his sneakers when Topaz sits next to him on the bed. "So why are you back in Plutopolis." Topaz inquires. "I'm looking for someone." Orpheus answers. "Who? Not the Steelheads?" Topaz questions. "You're not here on some revenge mission after what happened...?" "No, I'm not. I'm looking for my girlfriend. Her name's Angel." "Pretty name. How long you two been together?" "A few months." "Any idea where to find her?" "No. I mean I have a lead but it's flimsy." "Is it serious?" "Yeah, it's serious. Kind of like what you and The Dude had." "Well, then you need to get out there and seek her out." Gathering his goggles and ski cap from the bed, Orpheus stands up from the bed and makes his way to the door. "Let me know when you find this Angel girl." Topaz says as she lay back on the bad. "We can all have a threeway before you head back to Lakeside." "I thought when it came to threeways with you, it's only guy-girl-guy...or Halle Berry." Orpheus says, stopping at the door. "Hey, I'm flexible." Says Topaz. "I like to do it with a white girl sometimes." "How do you know she's white?" "White guys might try some chocolate once in a while, but they always go back to vanilla." "That's racist." "But true." With a humored smile, Orpheus opens the door to leave. "Try to stay out of trouble." Advises Orpheus. "Take your own advice, white boy." Topaz retorts. ****** Wearing a fur coat over a white satin minidress with black high-heels, Topaz walks in the middle of a back driveway. Even though her pimp may have met a violet end at the hands of SpiderBat, Topaz is cautious nonetheless, keeping her pocket knife concealed in her hand. Unbeknown to Topaz, she is watched from the rooftops by her self-appointed protector, Orpheus. Since Topaz left her apartment building, Orpheus shadowed her out of concern for her safety. Everyone knows a single girl in Plutopolis shouldn't go out at night alone, especially if she takes back alleys and driveways. The driveway leads Topaz to the backside parking lot of the Sunnyside Motel on Fleet Street. Perched on a nearby building, Orpheus covertly observes Topaz walk to the third door of the motel and takes a motel key from her purse. Guessing that Topaz must thought ahead to get a room at the motel to use either for johns or a place to hide out, Orpheus is at ease that she is safe for the time being. Watching Topaz enter the motel room, Orpheus quietly leaves. ****** Topaz notices the TV on when she enters room 111. Knowing she's not alone, Topaz hastily shuts and locks the door. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago." A female voice says. Topaz looks to the naked woman laying on the bed. With the TV the only source of light in the room, Topaz can see the tattoos on her body. The cobra tattoo down the side of her right leg, the blood-stain broadsword tattoo below the knee of left, the words seig heil in an old English font over the knee, the swastika tattoo over her left breast and the AK-47 tattoo on her left arm. Along with the tattoos, Topaz also sees the woman's metallic right arm. "Got sidetracked." Topaz says, removing her coat. "I ran into an old friend." Matilda gets off the bed and ambles to Topaz as she drops her coat on a nearby chair. "This old friend wouldn't be the last surviving member of a certain gang of free-runners?" Matilda questions. "Yeah, Orpheus Jones." Topaz answers. "You've seen him?" "Seen him? That asshole put two Steelheads in the hospital." Matilda informs. "He almost broke Stomper's nose, and Otto will probably be limping for the rest of his life." "Do you expect me to feel sorry for them?" Topaz asks. "Because I don't come here to hear you gripe about your racist friends getting the ass whooping they deserved." "And what did you come here for?" Matilda asks as her prosthetic hand delicately takes hold of Topaz's chin. Looking into the eyes of the nude neo-Nazi, Topaz gently holds the metal hand with her own, moving it a few inches from her face. She lets her tongue out and slowly licks upward on the metallic middle finger. A brief sigh of arousal escapes Matilda's lips. As if she felt it. "Something like that." Topaz answers with a smile. Matilda suddenly grabs Topaz under her arms and throws her on the bed, losing a shoe in the process. After Topaz lands on her back, Matilda speedily mounts the bed and crawls to her. Topaz gives no resistance as she watches Matilda reach under her minidress and grab her thong. With a yank, Matilda's metal hand mercilessly tears the blue thong away. "That was my favorite thong, you Nazi cunt." Topaz exclaims. Instead of replying to Topaz's remark, Matilda dives her mouth to Topaz's uncovered pussy and aggressively violets it with her tongue. Topaz knocks her head back, surrendering to the forceful cunnilingus and the pleasure it brings. "That's it, eat my black pussy, you Nazi bitch." Topaz moans. "Invade it like it's Poland." The cunt-lapping goes on for a few minutes until Matilda crawls up the black hooker's body and plants her lips onto Topaz's. After several deep tongue kisses, Topaz forcefully rolls Matilda onto her back, putting Topaz on top. Topaz sits up on Matilda's hips to peel off her minidress and fling it aside. "You kiss pretty good for a white girl with small lips." Says Topaz as she unhooks her bra and removes it. Matilda slowly put her metal hand on one of Topaz's beautiful black breast. Topaz gently takes hold of the artificial hand and softly sucks on the tip of the index finger. Matilda gazes intensely with another sigh when Topaz kisses the back of the hand. "You can feel it when I do that, can't you?" Topaz asks. Matilda suddenly forces Topaz down on her back and puts herself of top. "I'm done talking." Matilda asserts. Matilda cruelly forces her mouth onto Topaz's as if it was an assault. Finding the sex more rough than usual, Topaz simply goes along, embracing Matilda as she stretches her leg from under to kick the other shoe off. ****** Orpheus stands on the rooftop of a building tall enough for him to take in the grand view of streets of Rutberg, the central district of Plutopolis. Looking through the rows of building, Orpheus sees one particular building in the middle of Rutberg, bigger and higher than any other building in Plutopolis. The Prometheus. Orpheus reacts to the sudden sound of pigeons fluttering away from a billboard on the next building over. Something must have scared them off. Orpheus doubts it could be anyone human up on the roof with him. Only the Anarchists had the skills and guts to run on the rooftop of Plutopolis, and Orpheus, being the last of the Anarchists, has the rooftops. Giving him an edge, an advantage over anyone who gets in his way. Deeming that he's wasted enough time with the Steelheads, the Boudreaux Street Business Association and Topaz (despite the enjoyable shower sex), Orpheus resumes his search for the love of his life, Angel. Orpheus dashes to the next building when the pigeons roosted where he jumps over alley and lands on the top edge of the billboard. Without even a second of imbalance, Orpheus runs all the way to the end to jump off and does a landing roll on the roof, quickly running to the next building. Walking out of the shadows behind the billboard, SpiderBat stealthy watches Orpheus. "Welcome back, Orpheus Jones." Says SpiderBat. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 02 CHAPTER 2 "TO CATCH A CREEP" A few months ago... Orpheus tries to bare the bright afternoon sun as he works to keep the timeworn ice machine of the Lakeside Motel operational for a few more weeks. Although Orpheus works as a mechanic at the Lakeside Gas and Grill across the road from the motel, he often goes over at the request of the motel's owner, Rita, for repairs needed, tedious as they are. Orpheus notices the attractive blond in a blue motel maid's uniform from across the parking lot pushing a cleaning cart. Orpheus had seen her a few times at the diner since she started working at the motel last week but never had the chance to introduce himself. The blond maid goes over the cleaning product in her cart when a portly middle-aged man with an obvious comb over in a gray business suit steps out of a nearby room with a subtle smug smile on his face. He stops a few steps from the room for a quick drink from his flask as a petite, light cinnamon-skinned woman in her twenties with long black hair whose attire is of a businesswoman with a short skirt leaves after him. As the cinnamon girl walks pass the man she shared a motel room with, the man give a smack on her ass. She looks to the man with the pathetic comb over, giving an openly smug grim. The woman looks at him with silent contempt, and then walks to the parking lot. The comb over man soon follows, putting his flask back under his coat. The businesswoman in the short skirt passes the blond maid, gathering towels. The lecherous man with her passes the maid, ogling at her backside silently, but in no ways subtle. Stopping halfway to his Porsche, he turns and walks directly to the maid. "Can I help you?" the blond maid asks. "Yeah, I think you can, honey." The leach answers, gazing to her breasts. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" "I don't think so." The maid replies. "I just started working here last week." "Oh, I don't mean here. I meant in the city." "I think you have me confused with someone else, sir." "No, I'm not. I wouldn't forget a face as pretty as yours...or those magnificent tits you keep covered." Feeling the conversation getting uncomfortable, the blond tries to cautiously move away from the leach, who grabs her arm to prevent her from fleeing, causing her to drop the towels. "Come on, honey. Don't be like that." The creepy comb over man says. "Why don't we go back to my room? Just the three of us." "Not interested." Asserts the maid. "I got a hundred dollar bill on me." The creep in the business suit states. "I'll let you have it if you let me slide it down your panties." "Let go of my arm, you're hurting me." Pleads the maid, trying to pull herself away. "I'll let go when you stop giving me attitude," The increasingly hostile lecherous creep demands. "and start being as friendly as you were at..." The creep's non-optional request is abruptly interrupted when a hand suddenly grabs the wrist of his clutching hand and pulls it away from the accosted maid's arm to be pulled upwards. The creep looks for the source of the hand twisting his wrist and sees the stern unfriendly face of Orpheus. "Maybe you'd like some attitude from me, asshole." Orpheus suggests. Orpheus releases the arm of the business creep, who backs away immediately nursing his wrist. "Fucking Lakeside yokels." The creep utters, hurrying to his Porsche where his cinnamon-skinned companion waits. Orpheus watches the creep with the bad comb over drives his Porsche drive off the parking lot, ready to speed down the road to the Benny Bill Bridge. With the creep's car out of his sight, Orpheus turns to the maid, picking up the towels off the pavement. "You okay?" Orpheus asks. "I'm fine." The blond maid promptly answers. "Did he hurt you?" Orpheus further asks. "I said I'm fine." The maid replies in a less-than-grateful tone. Bunching up the towels in her arms, the maid stands up and hurryingly walks away from Orpheus without looking back. "I didn't get your name." Orpheus says. In the first few seconds of getting no reply, Orpheus surmises if the beautiful blond maid he just saved wouldn't so much as say thank you, she probably won't give him her name either. Not getting thanks or a name, Orpheus settles for the pleasure of watching the blond girl who looks sexy in her motel maid outfit walking away. The blond maid stops for a second and looks to Orpheus. "It's Angel." The maid says. As Angel the beautiful blond motel maid resumes her departure, Orpheus begins to realize that doing repairs at the Lakeside Motel may not be so tedious after all. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 02 "Wow. Insanely possessive much?" Orpheus quarrels. "You looking to get your fucking ass kicked?!" Cochise threatens. "Why? You know someone?" Orpheus snaps back. Before Cochise could lift his fist, Rembrandt, off from his stool, grabs the shirtless biker by the shoulder and slams him back down on the parlor chair. "THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" Rembrandt yells. "This is my place of business. If there's gonna blood spilled, it'll be by me. You both got that?!" There is silence for a few seconds before Orpheus steps back from the reclined Cochise and his infuriated uncle. "Come on, Orpheus." Says Magga as she wraps her arms around Orpheus's arm to lead him out of the room. "I'll get you something to drink." Orpheus leaves the room with Magga, leaving behind a simmering Rembrandt, a yielding Cochise and a very disappointed Gemini. "I'm beginning to regret this." Gemini says to Cochise, pointing to the tattoo on her ass. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 02 Placing the large cherry sarsaparilla drink cup and the bag containing the Buckshot bacon double-cheeseburger with South of the Border spicy fries on the security desk, Orpheus leans closer to the guard with a look of desperation. "Look, dude." Orpheus pretends to plead. "I just want to go up and see for myself. If she is cheating me, I'll just leave the key to her apartment." "Ninth floor." Darrel tells after a brief pause. "Leave the food here." "Thanks, dude." Orpheus says, stepping away from the desk, keeping his back to the camera. "You the man." "You get caught, I don't know you. Got it?" Darrel declares as he takes the bag and reaches into it. "And if you want to avoid the rest of security, take the stairs." Walking at a fast pace down the lobby, Orpheus finds the stairs and hurries upwards. Halfway through the second floor, Orpheus pulls off the god awful cowboy getup and leaves it on the floor without a second thought. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 03 CHAPTER 3 "KILLING TIME AT THE BLUE SHADOW" A few months ago... With the arm sleeves of his mechanic's coveralls tied around his waist, Orpheus occupies himself in his sketch pad, sitting on an old folding chair in facing a rusted derelict Studebaker. He loses his focus when he notices Angel walking to him from the front of the gas station. Orpheus feels a sudden small rise in his body temperature as he watches Angel in her blue maid's uniform, giving a friendly smile. "Hi." Orpheus greets, closing his sketch pad. "Your boss said you come back here on your lunch break." Says Angel. As Angel nears the sitting Orpheus, she gets the full view of the back field of dirt behind the Lakeside Gas and Grill. Along with the Studebaker, nine other derelict vehicles as well as an ice machine and pin ball machine are scattered around what Orpheus calls The Field of Eyesores. As unsightly as Angel finds it, she continues to gaze at the graveyard of rusted cars. "I know, not exactly a Robert Bateman painting, but it's better than leaving them out front." Orpheus states as he stands up and faces Angel. "So, what brings you to my side of the road?" "I just wanted to apologize for how I was with you yesterday." Angel says. "I know you were just trying to help me with that creep and I should have been more grateful." "Don't worry about it." Orpheus assures. "That asshole clearly got you rattled." "Well, I'm not that good when I'm...rattled." Angel explains "That's why I left Plutopolis." "A lot of people in here in Lakeside use to live in Plutopolis, including me." Says Orpheus. "Why'd you leave?" Asks Angel. "Health reasons." Orpheus vaguely answers. A loud double-ding is heard from the gas station, indicating to Orpheus someone just drove to the gas pumps. "I should take that. I'll see you around." Orpheus walks away but stops after a few steps and looks to Angel. "I know that this isn't much to look at," Orpheus gestures to the field of eyesores. "but if you climb on the top of that van over there, you'll get a nice view of the Benny Bill Bridge." As Orpheus resumes departing, Angel spots his sketch pad left on the folding chair, curious of his artistic talents, Angel takes the sketch pad and opens it to determine the range of his talents. Starting with the drawing of a beautiful Thai woman with a dragon tattoo on her right arm leaning back naked on a Triumph motorcycle on the first page, Angel flips to Cowgirl Jesse wearing only her hat, chaps, boots and her vest barely covering her fully rounded breasts, firing her six-shooter. Continuing flipping through the pages, Angel glimpses through illustrations of cars, motorcycles, naked women, the front of the gas station, the Ben Williams Bridge, naked women, a long view of Holland Park, the house in Mariner Park where Orpheus grew up, Stevie Ray Vaughan rocking on his guitar, Jason Voorhees with his machete slaughtering through a horde of acid-drooling aliens, Gil sleeping on the hood of his tow truck, Jay and Silent Bob sharing a joint with Gaucho Marx, more naked women, Marilyn Monroe wearing a leather and chain vest, leather lace up shorts, leather thigh-high boots over fishnet stockings and leather biker hat posing on a BSA Shooting Star. At the last page, Angel assumes it to be a drawing of the Studebaker but discovers instead it to be of a woman standing on a pedestal of rock wearing a string bikini top over her magnificently rounded boobs, tight low-cut pants over her lovey slender legs, her beautiful feet in stiletto shoes, and a pair of wide and majestic wings spreading out from her back. Admiring the drawing of what is either an angel with a provocative sense of fashion or a sexy bird-motif superheroine, it becomes clear to Angel that Orpheus was working on it when she walked in. Examining the face of the winged woman closely, Angel notices the striking resemblance between her and the drawn woman. This is me. Angel thinks. With wings. Surprised by her discovery that she has clearly been on Orpheus's mind since the incident at the motel, Angel wonders whether to be flattered or to worry. Could Orpheus be the same guy who heroically stepped in to scare off the letch harassing her or he is just as bad, or worse, than the creep he saved her from. Recalling her conversation of the incident with her boss Rita, which Rita somehow changed the topic to Angel's interest in Orpheus and a possible relationship, sexual or otherwise, with him. Rita then concludes the discussion with You could do worse. Angel admits to herself when she noticed the lean muscles of Orpheus's bare arms, she felt her nipples immediately poking against her uniform and hoped Orpheus wouldn't notice. She also acknowledges she hasn't had any sex since she moved to Lakeside and ponders if a relationship with Orpheus is worth the risk. Angel takes another look at the illustration of her. At least I'm wearing clothes. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 03 "Do you FUCKING IDIOTS know what my boss will do to you for just pointing a gun at me?" Lady J calls out. "He will crush you all like the bugs you are." "Maybe you're not aware of your current situation, bitch." Moth replies. "You have two guns on me, I have five guns on you. Now that's math I can understand." "How good of a shot are you?" Lady J keeps her gun on Moth. "I can take down two of your guys before they make a single shot and I know that Mr. Bruun over here can kill three of your guys before they can even think about pulling the trigger. That's assuming that your little motley crew is halfway competent when it comes to guns. If not, I guess I'll be home in time for the evening news." "You want to leave, fine." Moth shifts his gun to Lady J. "Just leave the girl here." Lady J silently pauses for a few seconds, then smiles as she moves her hands up to her sides. "Mr. Bruun, put the girl down." Lady J orders. Without any hesitation, Mr. Bruun lifts Angel off his shoulder and places the duct tapped bound blond on her feet next to Lady J. "Glad to see you're a gracious loser." Moth smugly says, lowering his gun. Before Moth could completely make a step to Angel, Lady J points her gun at Angel's head. Angel looks at the barrel end of the Glock aimed at her and her eyes widen with fear. "What you don't seem to understand is you can't win with me." Lady J informs. "In fact, you've lost the second I arrived. Now you think this girl will get you to the big time? Well, not if she's dead." Feeling the barrel of the gun on her temple, Angel begins to breathe heavily through her nose as a tear rolls down her cheek. Seeing no way to win, Moth takes a few steps back and gestures his gang to lower their firearms. Not needing an order for Lady J, Mr. Bruun carries Angel into the limo while Lady J vigilantly watches Moth and his gang. "I don't ever want to see any of you again." Lady J warns. "And if I do, it will be the last time." Lady J enters her limo and Mr. Bruun shuts the door. The chauffeur looks over the gang of petty criminals for a few seconds, lets out a snout of derision as he goes in the driver's seat and drives the limo away. With intense eyes, Moth silently watches his golden ticket to easy street, the effort and hardship he had to endure, the hopes of recognition and notoriety in the criminal underworld leading him to money and women, all being carried off in a limo as it rides away from his sight...and his life forever. Moth then screams at the top of his lungs to be heard throughout the neighborhood. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 03 Continuing to follow Superstar, Orpheus catches up with her near the pool tables. Superstar looks at Orpheus, who, only with a nod, silently reassures the stripper of him waiting for her. Superstar disappears from Orpheus's sight as she strolls into the employees only hallway leading to the dressing room. Orpheus finds an available pool table at the far corner near an old leather couch. As he racks up the balls on the table, Orpheus notices Hound approaching with a beer. No doubt from the twenty Orpheus gave him. However, since Hound steered Orpheus in Superstar's direction, which will lead him to Angel and maybe a three way, Orpheus deems Hound somewhat worthy of a minimal amount of respect. "So, how was it?" Hound asks, eager for details. "Memorable." Orpheus smiles. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 04 CHAPTER 4 "HOTEL CARMEN" A few months ago... Immersed in what could be liquid serenity to her, Angel swims through her newly-discovered underwater realm like a mermaid. However, unlike a mermaid, Angel feels her lungs in need of air. Angel motions herself upward to leave her water world and ascend in the surface of Lake Anasazi with a clear blue sky above her. After she resumes breathing, Angel is content with finding no one else around her, leaving the lake she swims in to herself. Deciding to take a break from her underwater adventures, Angel swims back to the sandy shore of a small beach area surrounded by the tall cliffs of rocky mountains and a thick forest centered behind the secluded beach. Out of the lake and on the wet sand, Angel saunters to the beach blanket where Orpheus lies on, wearing his grey swimming trunks and sunglasses. Orpheus props himself up on his elbows and lifts his sunglasses as he watches Angel emerge from the lake like a water nymph. Even though Orpheus finds Angel's simple black one-piece swimsuit is too concealing for his preference in women's swimwear, he's nonetheless allured by the wet fabric of the swimsuit tightly clinging on to the beautiful features of Angel's body while the sun causes her wet skin to glisten. Almost as good if she was in a string bikini, or even naked. Orpheus sits up from the beach blanket in order to hide the hard on prodding against his trunks, hoping it won't put a damper on his fifth date with Angel. Or is it his first date? Orpheus recalls the next day after he talked with Angel at the Field of Eyesores behind the Gas and Grill, when Orpheus found sitting on the roof of the abandoned van he pointed out the previous day, looking out across Lake Anasazi. Angel welcomes Orpheus's company as he climbs on the van so both could admire the view of the Ben Williams Bridge and the Plutopolis skyline. Conversation between them was minimal, but Orpheus found the fifty-two minutes they spent together pleasant. Technically, not a date, but not a waste of time either. Two days later, Orpheus goes to the Lakeside Motel for a quick check on the air conditioner in Rita's office, leading to having lunch with Angel at the dinner of the Gas and Grill. During which Angel mentions of discovering the illustration of her with wings. The awkwardness Orpheus experienced last for only a few minutes until Angel assured him she found it flattering. However, Orpheus decides not to bring up the second drawing of her in a leather zip-up corset and a leather thong with nail heads, holding a riding crop. Still, not a date. A few days later, Orpheus and Angel arrived separately at the Lakeside Community Center for movie night. Not an event Orpheus usually goes to, but Gil hinted that Angel was coming as well with Rita. Upon arriving, Orpheus and Angel found themselves sitting together on the folding chairs lined up in the center's gym. As the movie projector played 'Same Time, Next Year', Orpheus notices everyone around them was more interested in him and Angel than in the movie and suspected the good people of Lakeside conspiring to make the mechanic and the maid into a couple. Angel also had the same suspicions. After the movie ended and most of the people stayed for a showing of 'Heaven Can Wait', Angel said she was tired and was going home, where Orpheus offered to walk with her on his way home. It didn't start off as a date, but almost ended like one. Two days after that, Orpheus, Angel and a small group of friends spent the day at Lakeside Beach. But because the area was considerably small and it got crowded by noon, that day at the beach wasn't as fun as planned. However, Orpheus had the opportunity to inform Angel about a secret beach that Orpheus only knows about and offers to take her there sometime, intentionally being vague about bringing their friends along or it just being the two of them. As Angel takes Orpheus up on his offer, it became a date. Orpheus ends his contemplation of whether or not this is his first official date with Angel as he hands a towel to the blond water nymph. Accepting the towel, Angel sits near Orpheus on the blanket as she takes the towel to her hair. "You seem to be having fun." Orpheus says. "I guess I am." Angel replies. "This beach is great. I can't believe it's just us here." "The mountains and the forest provide a natural cover to the beach so no one can see it." Explains Orpheus. "You might need a boat to find it but other than that, it's completely secluded." "So how do you know about this place?" Angel asks. "The Dude took me and my gang...my friends here last year for a beach party/spiritual retreat." "Jessie told me you were in a gang. Was this Dude guy your leader?" "Yeah, but you have to understand, The Dude wasn't just some gang leader, and he wasn't just another street punk, he had insight and a philosophy and he was very charismatic." "And how did he find this beach?" "Well, he was on a motorboat helping some friends transport some stuff they got from Canada and he had to jump off to avoid getting arrested by the harbor patrol and washed up here." Done drying herself, Angel puts aside her towel and lies back on the beach blanket. "So what happened at this beach party?" Angel inquires. "Was it any fun just being a bunch of guys?" "We had some girls." Orpheus clarifies. "The Dude brought his girlfriend and so did few other guys. When we got here, we straightaway went swimming and did the usual beach horseplay." "Sounds like you had fun." "We did. Then when it got dark, we made a campfire and watched the city lights from across the lake. It was quite a sight." "What did you do next? Tell ghost stories?" "Nope. The Dude brought some peyote and we all took it. That's when things really got weird and wild." "Really?" A curious Angel sits up from the blanket. "How weird and how wild?" "From what I can remember, Topaz was doing some sort of a tribal dance by the fire wearing only her thong, High-Brow was making out with Airgirl thinking it's an ex-girlfriend he broke up with the previous week before while Airgirl thinks she was making out with her stepfather, and Dizzy and Ajax were taking turns slapping each other in the face." "What about you?" "At first, I was going down on Sprinter's girlfriend while Sprinter was passed out, then I had this hallucination of...well, her name was Colleen, she lived next door to me back in my old neighborhood in Mariner Park and she was standing in the water, naked and looking so beautiful. I walked over to her but I couldn't get any closer to her and I just kept going deeper and deeper in the lake." "But you obviously got out before you got any further, right?" "I almost didn't, but luckily, The Dude pulled me out in the nick of time. Next thing I remember was waking up in the morning, laying in the sand, completely naked." "I'll bet that wasn't even the weirdest thing that happened that night." "Oddly enough, no. It was a tie between the situation with High-Brow and Airgirl and Dizzy trying to walk through the mountainside." "So this Colleen was a girlfriend?" "Well...not really. It was just sex with us and we had to meet in secret because she didn't want her husband to know." "She had a husband?" "And two daughters." "How old was she?" "Forty, but she was a total milf." "Did she have the honor of being drawn in your sketchbook?" "Just one, you've probably seen it. It's the one where she's in a hot tub." "I remember that one. Do you have more than one drawing of me since I last peeked in your sketchbook?" "I may have at least two more of you. I'm sorry if you think it's creepy but you...inspire me." "Am I wearing clothes in these drawings?" "Yes, in the one I just finished you're in a maid's outfit." "A maid's outfit, not my maid's outfit?" "If you want to get into specifics, it's a French maid's outfit." "And what am I wearing in the other drawing? Am I dress as a naughty private schoolgirl?" "No, dominatrix." As Angel pauses for a moment, Orpheus begins to worry if he's told Angel too much about himself. Is she okay that he was in a gang? Does it really not bother her that he makes sexy drawings of her? Does she have a problem about him taking peyote or having an affair with a married woman? But as Orpheus notices Angel still smiling at him, the doubt simply fades away from his mind. "So I inspire you, don't I?" Angel stands up from the beach blanket and stands in front of the still sitting Orpheus. "I think you should do another drawing of me." Angel hooks her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and slowly pulls them down. "Are you feeling inspired now?" Orpheus's eyes widen with surprise as he witnesses Angel peeling her swimsuit down from her body while still looking at him with a smile. Free from her swimsuit, Angel stands up to present her beautifully unclothed body to Orpheus as she tosses the swimsuit on the blanket. "This time, I'd like you to draw me as a mermaid." Angel kneels in front of Orpheus, hoping for posing suggestions, but then realizes something. "Where's your sketchpad?" "I didn't bring it with me." "So...I'm just naked for nothing?" "I wouldn't say for nothing, I certainly like what I'm seeing." Angel's smile grows more radiant as she reaches for Orpheus's folded legs and pushes them apart, allowing her to crawl to him. Not needing any instructions, Orpheus straightens his legs and lies down on his back as Angel's hands moves up his legs and takes hold of the waistband of his swimming trunks. Angel gently pulls the trunks down his legs, allowing his erected penis to freely stand upward. Angel as well likes what she sees. Orpheus tries not to appear too eager as he readies himself for sex with Angel. Not since leaving Plutopolis has Orpheus had any sex and hopes to be able satisfy the naked blond nymph stripping him naked. Orpheus gazes into the eyes of Angel's smiling face as she wrenches his trunks passed his feet. Orpheus feels his cock get harder as his mind invents the sexual acts he wants to engage with Angel. Maybe she'll want to start off with sucking his cock, or maybe they could make out while Angel strokes his cock and while Orpheus diddles her clit. Orpheus also considers the chance of giving anal sex to Angel but, it being their first sexual intercourse, decides to put it off for another time. Orpheus stops breathing as he notices Angel's hand slowly sliding up his leg. The fingers of the hand lightly scratches the skin of the leg as it nears Orpheus proud standing member, which quivers at the anticipation of being touch and pleasured. Just as Orpheus intensely watches the divine hand reach for his hard cock...Angel quickly stands up on her feet, turns around and walks away with Orpheus's swim trunks, leaving Orpheus baffled and with a raging hard on. "Where the fuck you think you're going!" Orpheus snaps. Orpheus takes a second to focus on Angel's magnificently-shaped ass as the blond teaser continues strolling to the lake, waving the grey shorts over her like a flag. "Oh, you want to play games now?" Orpheus hurryingly lifts himself off the beach blanket and chases after Angel. Angel stops and turns to face the pursuing Orpheus at the wet sands of the beach, childishly hiding the captive trunks behind her. "Feeling embarrassed, are we?" Angel asks. "You think I'm embarrassed?" Orpheus slows down to a walk as he nears Angel. "That morning I woke up, I spent most of it looking for my clothes while my friends were still zoned out or too busy laughing." "Including the girls?" Angel questions, eyeing Orpheus's impressively erect cock. "Topaz was the only one awake at the time." Orpheus answers with a small grin. "She didn't laugh but she didn't complain either." Angel tries further herself from the advancing Orpheus by a taking a few steps back to the lake. However, Angel could only make two back steps as Orpheus swiftly grabs her hip and roughly pulls her to him, causing Angel to let the swim trunks fall on the wet sand. Angel instinctually slaps her free hands on Orpheus's arms to push herself from Orpheus's hold, but instead her hands begins to feel the lean muscles of the arms confining her and forgets her desire to be freed and allows new desires to overcome her. Orpheus looks at her kept prey like a barbarian capturing a young village girl after his horde executes a bloody raid on her village, wanting to take the young girl's maidenhead as a final prize. Without hesitation or the need for consent, Orpheus forces his mouth onto Angel's lips. Angel closes her eyes as she willingly surrenders her mouth as well as her body, pulling herself closer to Orpheus, welcoming his invading tongue and his clinching hands on her ass. The passionate mouth-to-mouth kissing goes for several minutes and a few breaths of air until Orpheus lowers himself on his knees and launches a series of licks, kisses and sucking on Angel's now-sensitive clit. Angel arches her back as Orpheus's hands guides her leg over his shoulder, allowing his gratifying tongue to probe deeper pass her labia. Angel secures her hand on the back of Orpheus's head while the index finger of her other hand circles the standing nipple of one of her tits, adding more pleasure for her as her moaning grow loader with every oral act of her lover does to her clit. As much as Angel wants the mounting pleasure emanating from her sex to last a bit longer (or a lot longer), she prepares for the incoming orgasm with both of her hands holding on to the head between her thighs to prevent any interruption or separation from her climax. The breathing and moaning from Angel gets heavier, she dips her head back as her body trembles from the sudden surge of intense sexual pleasure overwhelming her senses. As Angel feels the delights of her climax begin to subside, she moves her leg from Orpheus's shoulder to prevent from falling since her grounding leg still shakes from the orgasm, just as Orpheus withdraws his loving mouth from Angel's gratified pussy. Angel slides her hands to Orpheus's face as she lowers herself down, guiding Orpheus to lie back on the wet sand. With Orpheus completely reclined, Angel kneels over him. Angel does a quick thumb-wipe over his mouth and plants a passionate kiss on it. Angel moves her lips to Orpheus's chest and leaves a trail of licks and kisses as she crawls backwards down Orpheus's body, stopping at his hard and standing cock. Holding the cock steady with her fingers, Angel give a slow and sensual lick by the tip of her tongue to the base and tip of his proud member, then looks at Orpheus as she takes the fleshy shaft into her mouth. Orpheus leans his head back on the wet sand as he saviors the physical joys he feels from Angel's swathing mouth, sliding up and down his hard cock, caressing the underneath with her incredibly nimble tongue, proving to Orpheus that Angel is no amateur in fellatio. Orpheus loses track of time, enjoying the pleasures of Angel's talented mouth. He glances at his lover as she slowly moves her sucking mouth up the shaft leaving a parting kiss on the tip. Resuming eye-contact with Orpheus, Angel raises her head and upper body and crawls forward to position her wanton pussy over Orpheus's eager cock. Angel steadies the standing member with her hand and lowers her hips to envelope the erected penis in her inviting vagina. The initial intercourse gives a spark of carnal delight for both Orpheus and Angel. Angel feels the length and girth of Orpheus's cock, slowly penetrating her sex, causing her womb to quiver. Orpheus lightly gasps as his cock slides in the wet walls of Angel's silky cunt. Taking as much of Orpheus's cock as she can, Angel begins to move her hips back and forth, slowly and steadily getting faster. Orpheus places his hands on Angel's bent legs, moving up to her hips, continuing up the sides of her torso. Orpheus's hands gently slide to Angel's spectacular tits and squeezes them. Angel places her hands over Orpheus's fondling hands, pressing them harder on her groped globes. Angel pulls one of Orpheus's hands from her tits to her mouth, kisses the tip of his index finger, then licks it. Orpheus sits up so he can roll Angel onto her back so he can continue the sex with him on top, but to his surprise is pushed back down and held down by Angel, keeping her hands on his chest. "No. I'm on top." Angel orders with a friendly tone as she slows her pelvic paces. Orpheus gives in to Angel's demand and slides his hands up her arms. Angel leans forward to kiss Orpheus, a reward for his compliance. "You've always wanted this, didn't you?" Angel questions. "To fuck me?" "Yes." Orpheus admits. "When?" Angel further questions. "The first time you saw me?" "Yeah, the first time." "Tell me. When was the first time you saw me?" "I...was walking to work one morning, I passed by the motel. That's when I first saw you. You were pushing a laundry cart across the parking lot." "What did you like about me?" "Your legs. And maybe your ass. You looked so hot in that maid's outfit." "And you wanted to fuck me, didn't you. Don't lie." Angel speeds up her hip motions again. "Yeah, I wanted to have sex with you." "How? What did you fantasized?" "I'd follow you to the laundry room and fuck you there." "You wanted to rape me?" "No, no. I would say hi and tell you how beautiful you looked and maybe that would be enough to have you bent over the table while I did you from behind." Just Orpheus feels himself nearing the cusp of an orgasm, Angel once again slows down her rhythmically rocking hips. As if Angel's cunt was teasing Orpheus's cock. "What about that time at the parking lot where we first met? Did you want me then?" "I don't know, maybe. You were pretty shaken up...and I sure didn't expect any sex as a reward." "And what if you did? What would you want? Maybe a blow job to show my gratitude? Right in the parking lot." As the image of Angel on her knees giving her hero in mechanic's coveralls in the middle of the Lakeside Motel's parking lot plays out in Orpheus's mind, he feels his inevitable orgasm nearing again. But then Angel slows down her cock-pleasing cunt to a steady pace as before, postponing the climax. "If I wasn't such a bitch that day, I would have rewarded you with sex." Angel circles her hands on Orpheus's smooth and firm chest. "I would have taken you to one of the motel's rooms and let you have your way with me." "That something you usually do?" Orpheus asks. "No. But I'm sure I'd make the right choose with you." Angel's accelerates her rocking hips again, letting Orpheus wonder if his orgasm still be held hostage by another slow down or will he finally feel the sweet release of ejaculating. "There's something else you should know. The day I come over to thank you," Angel lowers head. "I wasn't wearing any panties at the time." Orpheus groans loudly as he feels his orgasm approaching, more resilient than before. Angel arches her back as she goes even faster. Orpheus instinctively grabs her hips, forcing them to move faster as best as he can until finally the intense joys of an orgasm consumes Orpheus like a tidal wave of sexual bliss. Angel also shares in the joy as she feels the hard cock thrusting in her sex discharge a jet of warmth in her womb, giving her a second orgasm. As the orgasms concludes for the two beach lovers, Orpheus drops his arms on the wet sands as the wave from the lake light splash against his feet while Angel lowers her fatigue body onto Orpheus's to nestle with. "Whoa." Orpheus utters. "That was...awesome." "Thank you." Angel raises her head to kiss Orpheus. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 04 "Now you be honest. Did you mean what you said?" "No, but it did get you hot." "Oh, no doubt. So were you wearing panties when you come over to the garage?" Angel smiles for a few seconds before lifting herself off Orpheus to stand up. "How about we cool ourselves off." Angel arches her back as she stretches her arms over her head, feeling the rays of the sun on her naked skin. Orpheus props himself on his elbows to admire Angel's nude backside. Seeing the blond water nymph posing with her feet in the water presenting her beautiful physique to the sun above her, Orpheus gets another idea of another illustration of Angel. "Come on." Angel turns to Orpheus with her hand out at him with a smile. "I promise I won't let you swim too far." The barbarian-artist stands up and takes the hand of the blond mermaid, leading him into her underwater realm beneath the surface of Lake Anasazi. ****** Dodging the bullets fired at him is all Orpheus can think about as he runs down the dark backstreets with Moth and Oxy Mo trailing him. Since the shootout at the Blue Shadow, Moth and his gang chased Orpheus through the alleys and backstreets of the last three blocks. The pursuit started off with Moth, Pin, Oxy Mo and Zane, leaving Zippy at the strip club. By the second block, Pin and Zane began tired and slow down, leaving Moth and Oxy Mo leading the chase. Orpheus takes a quick scan behind him at the remaining two pursuers before turning a corner into a driveway. Getting closer to their prey, Moth and Oxy Mo runs to the driveway, ready to shoot on sight, but as they turn the corner, they stop as a dumpster, being pushed by Orpheus, charges at them. Moth fires three shots at the dumpster which proves ineffective. Oxy Mo is the first to collide with the incoming dumpster, knocking him to the ground. Moth jumps sideways to avoid the dumpster and blunderingly lands on the ground. Done with using the dumpster as a weapon, Orpheus runs like hell down the driveway to a city street, hoping to have enough time and distance from his pursuers to take to the rooftops to getaway. Orpheus runs across the street, not noticing the car driving towards him until the car horn and screeching of tires alerts him. With only a second to act, Orpheus does a reverse vault over the car hood and slides off the side, falling on the pavement. Orpheus grabs the edge of the car's yellow front and pulls himself up as fast as he can. Orpheus fully stands up as the driver's side window rolls down and the familiar face sticks out. Orpheus recognizes him as the cab driver he saved from the Steelheads at the Comin'/Going store. "Hey, it's you." The Middle-Eastern cab driver smiles. "Oh, hey dude." Orpheus responds politely, about to cut the reunion short. "Why are you in such a rush that you're too busy to simply look both ways before..." The gunshots behind the cab interrupts the cabbie's questions, causing both him and Orpheus to turn their sights to Moth running at them alone, shooting at them. Orpheus sees the look of rage on Moth's face as he gets closer. "Get in!" The cabbie yells to Orpheus. Accepting the offer, Orpheus hurries to the passenger door of the cab, opens it and jumps head first inside as the cabbie slams his foot on the accelerator. Orpheus hears the tires squalling as he looks through the back window to see Moth repeatedly pulling the trigger of his now-empty gun, getting further away. Learn to count, asshole. Orpheus sits backs on the worn-out plush seating of the cab and catches his breath as the cab takes a sharp turn to the busy Gerber Street. "So who was that guy?" The cabbie asks. "Was he a Steelhead?" "No, just some asshole who got in my face at the Blue Shadow." Orpheus answers. "The Blue Shadow, eh? I can think of worse places to get into trouble. So is this your thing?" "My thing?" "Yes, your thing. You going around the city looking for bad guys to fight then take off. Like some kind of Lone Ranger." "No, I just seem to be running into all kinds of assholes tonight." Orpheus leans forward for a closer look at the cab driver's ID photo. Despite the poor quality of the picture, Orpheus recognizes the smiling face of the brown-skinned man to be the same man behind the wheel and moves on to the label below. YOUR CAB DRIVER: RUSHDAM SAADIQ TIWARI "So, Rush-Dam Sa..dick...Towa...Sorry, how do you pronounce you name?" "Just call me Rusty. Easier to pronounce." "Okay. So, Rusty, you can just drop me off." Orpheus sits back. "Why don't I take you somewhere. Free of charge." "Free of charge? As in for free?" "Sure, it's the least I can do. You did save me from those racist assholes." "Truth is I hate those hate-mongers. When one of them got in my face, I just went D-Day on them." "Nevertheless, I am in your debt." Says Rusty. "So, where to, Lone Ranger?" "The Hotel Carmen on Capri Street." Orpheus stretches out on the seating to relax. "And turn the radio on." ****** "Could this night get any fucking worse?" Moth furiously asks. Moth's face forms a deeply-set scowl as he walks the alley with Pin, Oxy Mo and Zane behind him. "I mean how hard is it to catch one guy." Moth continues. "Maybe if he was running around naked, you'd be more motivated to get him." Zane jokes. "You really don't to make fag jokes at me, Zane." Moth glares Zane. "I have gun, remember? Which means I can shoot you." "So, I got a gun too, and those fire-vials. I could shoot you and burn you." Zane states. "Fuck, Zane, are you crazy?" Pin hastily side-step away from Zane. "You're still keeping those fire-vials you lifted from the Zeds in your coat?" "Yeah, I thought they'd come in handy." Zane replies. "Jesus, Zane. It's a miracle you didn't catch yourself on fire when that guy knocked you to the floor." Says Pin. "No one ever accused Zane of having an overabundance of brains." Moth zings. "Accused of a lot of things, but not that." The conversation ceases as they first spot the bright red hair of Superstar Nova. In a zipped-up zebra-print leather coat with a black short skirt and white low-heel shoes, Superstar leans against the driver's door of Moth's Thunderbird, parked in the near-middle of the back sheet with the gawky Zippy standing near her with his Smith & Wesson out. "This bitch was trying to sneak away after the shooting." Zippy reports. "Luckily, I caught her and brought her here." "Well, fuck me." Moth exclaims, walking to Superstar. "I'm glad someone here's being useful." "What the fuck were you thinking, Moth?" Asks Superstar. "Shooting up the place like that? If my boss finds out..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Moth yells in Superstar's face. "You...better tell me what you know about the guy who got away from us, right now." "Same thing I told you when I called you." Superstar answers. "His name's Orpheus, some dirt-kicker from Lakeside. He said he's Angel's boyfriend." "You failed to mention what a fucking hell raiser he is." "How was I supposed to know he could take on you and your guys? The way I heard, he really shamed you." Moth breathes heavily through his nose for less than a minute as he treads a small circle in an attempt to calm himself. Zippy remains near the T-Bird as he tucks his gun behind him, Pin leans against a nearby dumpster while Oxy Mo stands at a short distance, blankly looking at the pacing Moth without any kind of indication of thought or any kind of brain activity, Zane stands nearby as he lights a cigarette. Finally, Moth stops his pacing, appearing a tad more composed. "Pin, I want you to put the word out that we're looking for this Orpheus guy." Moth orders. "There can't be that many guys named Orpheus in the city, so he'll probably be easy to find." "Especially someone who can move the way he did." Pin says. "I'll need wheels." "Take Zippy with you." Moth adds. "He's actually beginning to be useful." "Wow, was that an actual compliment?" Zippy asks as he walks pass Moth to join with Pin so they can both depart. "Hey, back to me, Moth." Superstar calls for Moth's attention. "I take it you found Angel and brought her to her owner." "Yeah, for all the good it did." Moth answers. "So where's my cut of the reward?" Superstar questions. The eyes of both Zane and Oxy Mo widen. "Oh no, she didn't." Oxy Mo comments. "Oh, she did." Zane responses. The expression of suppressed rage returns to Moth's face as he intensely gazes at Superstar. "Your cut?" Moth questions. "And what the fuck makes you think you deserve a cut?" "We had a deal." Reminds Superstar. "I help you find Angel and you share in some of the reward." "Really? All I got from this was five hundred dollars and a cold shoulder. Maybe if I brought in that blond bitch four months earlier, it could have ended better for me, and maybe you." "Whose fault is that?" "Yours, actually." Moth steps up to Superstar. "If you just told me that the blond was working with you at the strip club instead of jerking me around, I would have got her before she had the chance to run away. Maybe telling me a day earlier would have helped as well." Before Superstar could argue, Moth grabs the back of the stripper's neck and forces her over the hood of Moth's T-Bird. "Oxy, hold her hands down." Moth yells to Oxy Mo. Oxy Mo run to the passenger side of the car, stopping at the side of the hood opposite of Moth where he reaches over and grabs Superstar's wrists, preventing her from pulling herself off. Superstar feels Moth's hand clawing on her ass. "The way I see it, you owe me for the chance of the big time you cost me, and I'm gonna take out on your cute little ass." Moth pulls up the short skirt over her ass, revealing her pink cotton panties with the word JACKPOT printed on them. Superstar struggles to free herself from Oxy Mo's vice-like grip as she feels her panties pulled down by Moth's hand, stopping at the middle of her thighs. "Stay still or you get a bullet to the head." Threatens Moth. "Moth, wait." Pleads Superstar. "I told Orpheus that Angel's at the Hotel Carmen. He's probably heading there now." "Then I'll just have to quick then." Moth boosts. "How 'bout you, Oxy? Ready to get some stripper tail?" "I've been chasing a naked girl across town and just left a strip club." Oxy Mo replies. "If I don't blow my loud soon, I'm gonna have to..." "A simple 'yes' will suffice, Oxy." Moth interrupts, not wanting to hear Oxy Mo's alternate plan. "Zane, you want to be next after I'm done." Moth calls as he molests Superstar's superb ass, awaiting a reply. "Zane?" Moth looks to where he last saw Zane near the back of his car and finds no one. It's not until Moth takes a few cautious steps back where he spots Zane lying on the pavement unconscious. "Oh, shit!" Moth raises his gun, ready to shoot. "Oxy, there's someone here." "What do you mean?" Oxy Mo asks. "Where's Zane?" With his gun in front of him, Moth scans over the dark back street as he walks over to the unconscious Zane. "AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!!!" Moth turns to Oxy Mo screaming, followed by the sound of three load and fast punches. Moth hurries back to the front of his car as a scared Superstar backs away with her panties around her thighs. "It's like something pulled him down." Superstar exclaims with fear as she pulls her panties up. "Don't move." Moth orders Superstar. Moth carefully moves around the front of his T-Bird with his gun drawn and find Oxy Mo on his back as unconscious as Zane. Moth never relied on the big and beefy Oxy Mo to so much as find Canada on the map but knew for certainty that he could hold his own in a fight, being an ex-boxer with a punch that could smash through a wood door. Moth is perplexed to who could have easily taken down the muscle of his crew, and then just disappear. The running sounds from Superstar's shoes alerts Moth, shifting his focus back on the bright red-haired stripper as she races pass the T-Bird, heading for the driveway leading out of the backstreet. "Hey! I said don't move!" Yells Moth as he runs to the back of the car as he aims his .38 at the escaping Superstar. Moth steadies his hand so he can fire one or two shots to her back. Suddenly, a black gloved hand grabs Moth's wrist and hastily pulls the gun-holding hand up. Two shots are fired, echoing throughout the back street but completely misses Superstar, causing her to flee faster. As Moth's arm is forced upwards, his eyes follows the gloved hand tightly holding his arm to a man in a black hoodie. With the hood drawn over his head, the dark interloper's face can't be seen by Moth until he takes a step forward into the shine of the distant street lights. Moth perceives the reflections of the circular goggles over his eyes and the dark blue fabric covering his entire face. The face of the super-vigilante SpiderBat. The next thing Moth sees is SpiderBat's fist speedily getting closer to his sight until feeling it impact hard on his nose. Still holding Moth's gun hand in the air, SpiderBat gives another fast and hard punch on Moth's face, causing blood to run down his nose. After the third punch, SpiderBat's hands grabs Moth's belt and collar, allowing him to lift Moth off the ground and slams him down hard on the hood of the T-Bird's trunk. Moth's gun slips out of his hand as SpiderBat pulls him up to face him. "Listen very carefully, Moth." SpiderBat warns. "I usually don't bother with a shit-bug like you, and for that, you should consider yourself lucky." SpiderBat roughly pulls Moth closer to his masked face. "But if you come after Orpheus Jones again, I will break every bone in both hands so bad, you won't be able to wipe your ass let alone hold a gun. Do I make myself clear?" Moth nods his head repeatedly and pathetically. "Take my advice, asshole." SpiderBat advises. "Go get a job. You don't have the brains or the balls to make it as a professional criminal in this city." SpiderBat ends the conversation with a swift punch to Moth's stomach. SpiderBat turns and walks away from the gasping Moth as he rolls off the trunk and falls on the pavement. As Moth slowly recovering from the super-vigilante's beatings, he watches SpiderBat sauntering down to the driveway leading to the streets. He spots his gun on the ground near him. Seeing an opportunity for self-satisfying revenge and well-deserved street cred, Moth reaches for his firearm, keeping his sight on the departing masked assailant. Suddenly, SpiderBat stops walking. Moth freezes with his hand hovering over his .38, unsure with to do. SpiderBat remains still with his back to Moth. Moth's gun is only a few inches away from his shaking hand. All Moth has to do is grab the gun and shoot SpiderBat in the back. Why is he just standing there? Moth thinks. Why hasn't he made his move by now? Fear and indecision causes Moth's hand begins to shake more. Moth pulls back his hand away from the gun. A few seconds later, SpiderBat resumes his leaving. Moth stays still until SpiderBat walks out of the back street and out of his sight. Now there's three assholes I want to kill. Moth thinks as his fear of SpiderBat slowly turns into anger and hate. "HEY! LET ME OUT!!!" The yelling voice of Greenie is heard from inside the trunk along with her banging on the hood. Make that four. ****** Angel patiently waits for the cold metal under her naked body to warm up and stop her shivering. With her wrists to her sides in metal restraints, her legs together with her ankles in metal restraints as well as her neck, Angel's movements are limited as reclines flatly on a rectangular metal table. Although Angel can move her head side-to-side to look at her surroundings, what she sees makes her shiver even more. On the nearby black wall on her left is a two row of shelves. The top shelf displays dildos of various sizes, including a massive black dildo, which Angel prays it won't be used on her. The lower shelf has various vibrators, starting at the end of the shelf with clit stimulators, leading to the 9-inch rabbit ears models where Angel's limited range of sight ends. Angel dreads to think what kind of bigger sized vibrators there are further down the shelf and turns her head to the right. The surroundings on her right gives no comfort to Angel as the first thing she notices is a cage near her. The cage is tall enough to imprison one person but too narrow to sit down. Angel can't help but imagine herself held within the cage like an animal, gripping the bars, reaching out for freedom. Just then, Angel feels a sudden twinge in her moistening vagina. Dismissing it as just a shiver from the still cold metal table, Angel shifts her focus away to the wooden X near the cage. To prevent her feral imagination from placing her restrained to the X, which is already too late, Angel looks away from the X and fixes on the wooden stock next to the sawhorse, next to the vault horse, next to the... Angel shuts her eyes tight as she faces upward and tries to calm the urges rousing within her sex. She reminds herself that she's being held against her will in this S&M dungeon, wearing nothing but the metal restraints keeping her on the damn cold table. Angel opens her eyes to look at the dimly-lit florescent lights on the high ceiling. The sudden sound of hydraulics from under the table startles Angel as the top end of the table's surface rises while the other end lowers to the floor. As Angel goes from horizontally restrained to vertically restrained, she sees Lady J standing in front of her, wearing only a red-black leather open breast corset, freely exposing her bulbous breasts as well as the landing strip of reddish-brown pubic hair, her black latex thigh boots and her glasses. When the hydraulics of the table stops, Angel notices a wired remote held by Lady J, the cable attached connected to the mechanical table. "So what do you think about my playhouse?" Lady J presents. "I use it to perfect my craft." Adjusting her vision to the wall behind Lady J, Angel is shocked to view rows of various whips, horse crops and canes racked up as far as Angel can see over a metal work bench. On the work bench lays different kinds of gags, blindfolds and clamps. You would consider this to be a craft. Angel thinks. "Still not talking?" Lady J places the remote on a tray table stand near before she walks to Angel and grabs her jaw to prevent her from looking away. "I know why you're mad now. I should have said something when you were sent away, is that it?" Lady J softly brushes Angel's hair. "Oh, sweetie, not a day goes by since you left did I regret not bringing you here instead of the Doll Factory, but the boss made his decision." "I didn't leave, I escaped." Angel breaks her silence. "Oh, you beautiful but stupid cunt." Lady J tightens her hold on Angel's head with both hands and moves her face closer. "Do you actually think someone like you is entitled to such things like freedom or the right to choose who fucks you? Well, you don't, bitch. You had nothing when you dropped in on our lives and you have nothing now." With one hand taking a fistful of Angel's hair, Lady J's other hand lowers down Angel's neck, does a quick squeeze of one of her tits. "Whatever you have is given to you and whatever's given to you, can be easily taken away. That's how it works in this city and that's how it's gonna work with you." Lady J's unwelcomed hand slides down Angel's stomach to her pussy. Lady J attempt to violate Angel's vagina is thwarted as Angel tightly presses her thighs together and sways her hips to make it too difficult for Lady J's hand to diddle her naked prisoner. "You want to play it like that?" Lady J takes a few steps back. "You think I can't get to your honeypot?" Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 04 "Maybe you should have put me on the X." Angel says. "I didn't have contraption you're on created just to go up and down." Lady J picks up the remote. "That particular function is called the verticalizer, this one's called the spreader." As Lady J presses her thumb on one of the buttons, the hydraulic sounds is heard again. Only this time, Angel feels a slight vibration from under her. The parts of the table's surface under Angel's arms separates from the rest of the table, rotating upward. The same happens with Angel's legs as there are forced apart as the bottom part of the table separates like scissors. The rotating modules of the interchangeable table finally stops with Angel's arms held up over her head and her legs spread apart. "Okay, I'm impressed." The spread-eagle Angel says. "Can it make coffee too?" Lady J places the remote back on the tray table again and steps in front of Angel. Gazing in Angel's eyes, Lady J licks two of her fingers, which immediately seeks and finds Angel uncovered pussy. Angel shuts her eyes as she feels the interfering digits stroking the delicate folds of her labia. Angel tries to deny the pleasures stirring in her but her body betrays her and causes her to lightly moan. Angel winces as the two fingers deeply penetrates her vagina and is unable to stop herself from writhing. "Look at me." Lady J commands. Angel opens her eyes to glower at the reddish-brown haired domme violating her sex with now four fingers. She knows it's only a matter of time until she has no choice but to surrender her body and maybe even her mind to Lady J. And Lady J knows that Angel knows. "When I'm done with you, you will beg for the chance to lick my pussy." Lady J states. "You will love me, you will love the sex we will have, and most of all, you will love the pain I will give you." Lady J withdraws her fingers from Angel's captive cunt and reaches for a handkerchief on the tray table. "You will be my own personal sex-slave and you will spend the rest of your life pleasuring me." "And what about your boss?" Angel inquires. "What does he have to say about that?" Lady J pauses from drying her fingers with the handkerchief to give a settle scowl to Angel. She drops the handkerchief on the tray table and takes a ball gag harness next to the remote. "From now on, you will speak when spoken to." Lady J orders. Angel efforts to resist are useless as Lady J forces the ball gag in her mouth. As Lady J fastens the harness, Angel feels the leather straps under her chin tighten as they runs upward to join together at her forehead to a metal ring attached to another leather strap down the middle of her head. Almost as uncomfortable as the ball gag, but Angel finds her peril just beginning as Lady J reaches for the next items on the tray table. "Remember these?" Lady J asks as she holds out a nipple clamp on each hand. With the ball gag preventing Angel to speak, she can only moan her protests as she helplessly watches her sadistic hostess sets the jagged prongs of each clamp on her pert nipples, causing her to faintly wince from the pinching but bearable pain. "We have all night in here, sweetie." Lady J says. "As many nights as needed." Lady J toes the tray table as she walks back to the work bench and reaches for the rolled-up whip. Unraveling it with a simple motion, Lady J displays the long and slender tail of her snake whip as she positions herself in a proper striking distance from the detained Angel. "This is my favorite whip." Lady J grins. "I've modified it for extra crack." With a quick thrust from Lady J to her side, the whip lets out a loud crack. "And extra pain." Angel begins to tremble in fear as the sound of the whip echoes in her ears. Without any warning, Lady J backlashes her whip at Angel's naked and defenseless body. The tip of the whip strikes inches below her belly button, Angel screams through her ball gag from the searing pain as she ineffectively tries to pull herself from her metallic restraints. Before Angel can recover from the assault, the right side of her stomach in struck by the whip and Angel relives the unbearable pain again. "I'll bet those clamps don't hurt so much now." Lady J calls out. "In time, you will learn to appreciate the pain I inflict on you, or you will get more pain." Lady J prepares her whip. "Maybe this will help you." Angel braces herself as Lady J sends another backlash of the whip. As swift and cruel as Lady J, the whip hits the nipple clamp on Angel left tit and knocks the clamp off her tortured nipple, but instead of relief, Angel feels even pain from the jagged clamp being roughly pulled from her nipple and then directly struck by the callous and painfully end of the whip less than a second later. Even with the ball gag, Angel screams in pain, loader and longer than before. Tears leak down Angel's face as she looks to Lady J. Unable to communicate, she tries to beg for mercy with only her eyes. Lady J only replies with a silent, but sinister smile. Angel realizes that even if she could voice her surrender, it would make no difference. In her past encounters with her whip-welding keeper, Angel surmises that Lady J will eventually stop when she get bored with her whip, but that could take hours and when she does, she will just want to use another means of sexual torture, which could be as worse than Angel's current predicament. "Like I said," Lady J says as she winds up for another strike. "We have all night." ****** Superstar fumbles around in her handbag as she hurries across a paid parking lot between two buildings until she obtains the car keys to the blue Dodge Challenger she approaches. Unlocking the driver's side door, Superstar does a quick scan around the lot, hoping Moth or his loser friends didn't follow her. With no one to be seen, opens the car door in order to make a clear getaway. Suddenly, before Superstar could enter the car, the door is forced shut by a black-gloved hand. Superstar drops her keys as she quickly backs away and reaches into her handbag and pulls out a small can of mace, about to immediately spray at whoever wants to attack her. The gloved hand grabs Superstar's wrist and twists her arm as the mace is harmlessly sprayed. Fully looking at her assailant, Superstar is shocked to see the man she tried to defend herself from is SpiderBat, the same man who saved her minutes ago. "Oh, shit. It's you." Superstar utters. With Superstar's wrist still in the grip of SpiderBat's strong hand, Superstar drops the mace can. A few seconds later SpiderBat releases the stripper's hand. "Hey, thanks for saving me back there." Superstar smiles as she nurses her wrist. "I guess a single girl in Plutopolis should know better than to take short cuts home through the back allies." The super-vigilante crosses his arms, not giving any reply. "Listen, if you're done for the night saving damsels in distress," Superstar suggests, still smiling. "maybe we go to my place..." "What about your date with Orpheus at the Carmen?" Asks SpiderBat. "How'd you know about that?" Superstar's smile vanishes. "I overheard you when you asked Orpheus to wait for you after the lap dance you gave him." SpiderBat answers. "Did you forget the champagne?" "You were eavesdropping on us?" Superstar questions. "Tiny was supposed to standing outside." "He was, but he got distracted by the stripper dressed as a jungle girl." SpiderBat replies. "I guess he didn't notice me." "I don't remember seeing you after that." Superstar says. "I'm good at blending in, especially in crowds." SpiderBat explains as he takes a step forward to Superstar. "So what do you want?" Superstar back away. "It was you that brought Moth over to the Blue Shadow, wasn't it?" SpiderBat accuses. "You called him after you had Orpheus wait for you." "I don't know what you're talking about." Superstar denies, continuing to back away. "I mean, I knew Moth from my old neighborhood but why would I call him?" "I also eavesdropped on your conversation with Moth where he almost raped you." Informs SpiderBat. "Did you tell Orpheus that you're the one that told Moth where that girl Angel was hiding?" Superstar backs into a wall. "Okay, I dropped a dime on Orpheus, and Angel too. But I thought I was getting some money out of it and classes at Rand College aren't cheap." SpiderBat ceases his approach and stands close to Superstar, close enough to make her move further back against the wall. "Look, Orpheus thinks Angel's still at the Carmen and is on his way there now." Superstar states. "So if you want to save him, you should get there before Moth does." SpiderBat pauses for a few seconds before he turns to look over the Challenger as he walks from Superstar. "The Carmen's too far on foot, so I'll need some transportation to get me there fast." SpiderBat squats down to pick up the keys on the pavement. "This will do." "Hey, that's not your car." Superstar objects as she walks forward. "It's not yours either." SpiderBat stands up and faces the petite redhead. As SpiderBat dingles the car keys in Superstar's sight, the stripper's spots a thin metal fob attached to the key ring with the name TINY engraved on it. "Okay, it's Tiny's." Superstar admits. "But it's not like he needs it now." "No, but I do." SpiderBat clinches the keys. "Fine, I'll take a cab home." Superstar prepares to gracefully leave the super-vigilante. "Enjoy your new heromobile." "You're coming with me." SpiderBat swiftly grabs Superstar's arm. "I think Orpheus would like an explanation why you betrayed him and Angel." Acting in impulse, Superstar throws a punch as hard as she can to SpiderBat's stomach. However, the impact only hurts her as her fist hits a hard surface concealed under SpiderBat's hoodie. SpiderBat lets Superstar go as she nurses her fingers and knuckles, cursing herself for not deducing that SpiderBat would keep his upper body in armor. "Are you done wasting my time?" SpiderBat rhetorically asks. "Why do you care about this guy?" Superstar questions. "Are you looking for a sidekick?" SpiderBat opens the driver's side door and points to the passenger seat. "Passenger seat or the trunk?" SpiderBat proposes. "Either way, you're coming with me." ****** Orpheus steps on to the sidewalk from the taxi as he looks upon the Hotel Carmen, a seven-story building with white textured walls on the corner of Capri and Slater Street. Orpheus looks around the surrounding neighborhood and sees no shortage of nightlife activity with the pleasure-seekers, street performers and street walkers moving in all sorts of directions down the busy Capri Street. Even without Superstar to directly guide him to the room Angel is in, Orpheus feels hope that his search of her is finally nearing the end. "So, you're staying here." Rusty sticks his head out of the driver's side window. "No, my girlfriend is." Orpheus responds. "Listen, can you wait here until I get her? Then you can drive us to Lakeside." "Lakeside?" Says Rusty. "That will cost you, sir." "What? I thought you were in my debt." "I was, and I drove you here free of charge. Debt paid." Orpheus briefly pauses. "Alright, then. The sooner I'm out of this city, the better." "I agree. The way you keep getting into trouble, you may not make it to morning." "Funny guy, you should perform at Splits & Giggles." Orpheus begins to walk away. "If I'm not out in ten minutes, just assume that I'll spend the rest of the night inside, fucking my girlfriend." "You got it, Lone Ranger." Rusty replies with a grin. Orpheus enters the hotels through the open old-fashion, wooden double-door and casually strolls down the lobby to the front desk where Roy sits facing away with a copy of the Plutopolis Press. "Hundred and twenty for a night." Roy says without looking away from his paper. "I'm looking for someone who's staying here." Orpheus notifies Roy. "For a hundred and twenty, you can look all you like." Roy responds, stilling reading his paper. "Blond woman, in her twenties with a killer body." Orpheus clarifies. Roy's eyes rolls away from the newspaper to Orpheus's direction for a second before completely turning to face Orpheus. "And you think someone like that is here?" Roy inquires. "I know she's here. I just want the number of her room." Orpheus says. "I'm sorry, sir." Roy announces. "But I cannot give that information." Roy then does a double-tap on the desk. Knowing that Roy wants a bribe, Orpheus takes out the small stack of dollars in his pocket and lays out a hundred dollars in twenties. With a smug smile, Roy reaches to the pile of money on his desk. But the second Roy's hand is about to seize the cash, Orpheus grabs his wrist and quickly twists it upwards. A second later, Orpheus grabs Roy by his neck and pulls him close. "You have 'till the count of one to give me the room number!" Orpheus asserts. "One." "Room 313." Roy divulges, having no threshold of pain. "Key." Orpheus orders. Lucky for Roy, the key rack is within his reach. Scurrying as fast as he can, Roy retrieves the key to room 313 and holds it out to Orpheus. Orpheus lets go of Roy's neck to take the key, then releases Roy's wrist. As Roy backs away from Orpheus's reach holding his hurt wrist, Orpheus retakes his cash from the desk. Eyeballing Roy across the front desk, Orpheus crumples up one of the twenties and flings it at Roy, which bounces off his face. "For your troubles." Says Orpheus. With key in hand, Orpheus resumes his stroll as he heads for the elevator. ****** Orpheus hurries out of the elevator and down the hallway of the third floor, counting down the door numbers to the number of the key he holds. Finally at the door of room 313, Orpheus notices cleaning cart parked nearby but gives it no further thought. Orpheus stands at the door to knock when he hear voices from inside the room. One of them sounds like a woman. Orpheus listens in closer to the door and tries to make out the muddled noises. Stop it calls out the woman's voice. Postulating it to be a woman, like Angel, in danger, Orpheus quickly unlocks the door with the key and storms in the room. With the room's lights on, Orpheus stops as he sees the backside of a naked woman with blond hair straddling a naked man lying on the bed as the middle-age man with a slender build and thinning light brown hair playfully tickles her ribs, causing the woman to laugh. "Stop." The woman cries out with tickle-inducted laughter and an accent, either German or Polish. "I can't take anymore tickling." "Hey, who the fuck are you?!" The slender man yells out to Orpheus. "Ah, I'm..." Orpheus struggles to speak. The blond woman on top finally turns her head to see who the man below her is yelling at, giving Orpheus the chance to distinguish her face. It's wasn't Angel but another woman with blond hair. Even though there were clues Orpheus could have picked up on the second he saw her, such as her foreign accent, her hair being shorter than Angel's, her slightly wider hips and the lack of angel wing tattoos on her back, he had to see her face to confirm it. The first reaction from the naked woman was panic as she jumps off the bed and hurries to her clothes on a nearby chair, rambling in a language Orpheus didn't recognize. "What the fuck are you doing here!" The man in the bed reaches for his pants on the floor. "I'm sorry." Orpheus apologizes. "I thought this was my girlfriend's room." "Well, as you can see, it's just the two of us in here." The naked man pulls his pants up his legs. "So maybe you should get the fuck outta here." "Dude, just relax. I obviously was given the wrong key." Says Orpheus. "This room isn't ready. Why did Roy give you a key?" The woman asks. Turing his sights to her, Orpheus notices her wrapping around her nude body a sea breeze green double-breasted tunic, a maid's uniform. "Do you work here?" Orpheus questions as he slowly approaches her. "Yes, I'm a maid here." The foreign maid answers. Orpheus pulls out his wallet as he stops near the maid. "Look..." Orpheus does a quick read of the maid's name tag. "Natalia, maybe you can help me." Orpheus takes out a photo. "I was told my girlfriend was staying here. If you've seen her, maybe you can tell me where she is. Her name's Angel. Here's the photo of her." Natalia takes the photo and examines it. Her eyes immediately widen as she identifies the blond girl. "Yes, I've seen her here." Natalia says. "This was her room." Natalia looks at Orpheus with her eyes still wide. "Wait, I thought you looked familiar." "You've seen me before?" "Yes, from her photos." Natalia replies. "She left them here." "She checked out of the hotel? When?" "I'm not sure. There was a commotion at the lobby a few hours ago and Roy sent me here to gather her belongings." "Roy? The asshole at the front desk?" "Yes, that's him." "What else did Angel leave behind?" "Her clothes, her purse and, a book. I put them all in a box." "Do you still have them?" "No. I gave them to Roy." "What about what happened at the lobby?" "I don't know, I wasn't there. But Roy was there. You should ask him." "Which you can do AFTER YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" exclaims the half-dressed man as he walks to Orpheus. "Justin, please." Natalia implores. "Yeah, Justin." Orpheus says. "I'm sure she won't charge you extra for the interruption." "Charge me?" Justin asks offended. "You think I'm paying her to fuck me like she's some hooker? She's my girlfriend, asshole." "Oh, shit." Orpheus blurts with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, dude. I thought..." "Actually, I'm now his fiancée." Natalia presents the diamond ring on her hand to Orpheus. "Congrats to you both." Orpheus commends. "I couldn't let someone so beautiful and elegant get departed back to Poland." A calmer Justin walks to Natalia. "I mean any country that would let a blond beauty like you leave, truly doesn't deserve you." Orpheus notices the look of love as she smiles at Justin before her fiancée pulls her to him for a passionate open-mouth kiss. Justin's hands opens the tunic and they find and fondle the maid's breasts, exposing her nude body to Orpheus, in which Justin doesn't seem to mind. "I'll see myself out." Orpheus heads for the door. "Sorry for barging in." Justin grabs Natalia by the hips and guides her back to the bed where he throws her on. Justin pulls down his pant past his knees and rejoins his Polish bride-to-be to resume their lovemaking. Before Orpheus could even reach the door, the room is immediately fills with the sounds of smacking lips, heavy patting and squeaking bed springs. Then Natalia's laughing. "No, don't tickle me there." Natalia loudly begs between laughs. ****** Orpheus storms out from the elevator and stomps down the lobby, automatically focusing on Roy at the front desk. On the elevator ride down, Orpheus used the time to think over what he learned from Natalia. First, if Angel did check out, Roy certainly didn't mention it before. It also warranted suspension Roy getting Angel's clothes and other items out of her room. And if Angel did check out, why did she leave her stuff behind? Unless it had something about the commotion in the lobby the Polish maid mentioned. As Orpheus draw closer to the front desk, Orpheus becomes determined to get the answers he needs from Roy. No matter how much arm-twisting, or other means of torture, he has to do. "What do you want now?" Roy cautiously backs away as he notices Orpheus approaching. "Where is it?" Orpheus leans on the front desk. "Where's what?" Roy asks. "The stuff collected from room 313." Orpheus replies. "And you better tell me what happen to the girl was stayed there." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 04 "Why should I tell you?" Roy takes a step back. "Because I can jump across this desk and beat the answers out of you if you don't..." Orpheus's threat is interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking and feels the muzzle pressed under his right ear. Slowly turning his head, Orpheus sees the .38 pointed at his head, held by Moth. Next to Moth stands Pin and Zippy with their guns aimed at Orpheus. Oxy Mo hurries to Orpheus's left side with his gun to Orpheus while Zane creepily rises from under the desk with his gun out. Finding himself surrounded by the same bunch of belligerent losers he got away from at the Blue Shadow, Orpheus curses himself for charging in half-cocked, allowing himself to be taken so easily. If he was more mindful and did a simply look around the lobby, he may have spotted Moth or his cronies. "Got you now, asshole." Moth says. "You're so gonna regret hitting me with that pool ball." Orpheus faces Moth with a stern look. "And you're going to regret...this moment." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 05 CHAPTER 5 "RUN, HIDE, SHOWER" A few months ago... Lying naked on her back in the middle of the queen-size bed, Angel looks over Orpheus's sketchpad to study the illustration of a topless mermaid, which bears a good resemblance to her in regards to her face and breasts, floating a white void. Concerned with apparent lack of background of the recently-created drawing, Angel moves the pad aside from her view to see Orpheus between her thighs, orally pleasing her pussy. As they've done in the past month, Orpheus and Angel would spend a Sunday afternoon in one the motel's unoccupied rooms for a sex-filled tryst. This tryst started with the two lovers disrobing, followed with several minutes of passionate kisses. But instead of it leading to sex, Orpheus has his naked muse pose for him as he makes another erotic drawing of her. For less than an hour, Angel stands on the bed to model for her artist-lover until Orpheus finally finishes his drawing, leading to Orpheus and Angel having sex for the next hour. Afterwards, Angel spends the last twenty minutes admiring the illustration of her mermaid alter-ego while Orpheus engages in some light tongue-play on her clit. "Are you planning to draw the background?" Angel asks her cunt-lapping lover. "I guess so." Orpheus raises his mouth from Angel's sex. "What would you like it to be?" Orpheus lifts himself on his hands and knees and crawls to Angel's left side where he cuddles next to her. "Well, obviously it should be underwater." Angel looks at the drawing. "Maybe some fishes in the background." "How about a school of...angelfish over here." Orpheus points to the lower lift of the drawing. "Spellbound by the Angel-Mermaid's beauty and following her wherever she goes." Orpheus's finger moves to the other side of the drawing. "And further down here is a shark looking to her, not knowing whether to eat her...or mate with her." "Well, if this Angel-Mermaid is anything like me," Angel claims "that shark should know it will take more than a...shark mating call, or whatever it is they do, to get me in the mood to mate. And sharks aren't known for going down on their girlfriends like some humans are." "How about this then?" Orpheus suggests. "The mermaid is helplessly caught in a fishing net and is surrounded by a group of fishermen, ready to gang-bang her?" "How can you fuck a mermaid?" Angel inquires. "They don't have cunts." "They have mouths." Orpheus answers. "And tits." Angel takes a second to process. "Eww." Angel flips over the page to see the previous drawing made, which is of a beautiful black woman dancing near a campfire, wearing only a cross necklace and a thong. "This one's new." Angel says. "Who's she?" "That's Topaz." Orpheus answers. "I told you about her." "Right, she was The Dude's girlfriend." Angel responds. "She's very pretty. Is this from the time you and your gang went to your secret beach?" "Yeah. Being there brought up some memories about our time there." Orpheus lies on his back. "And yet you made only one drawing from that night." Angel sets the sketchpad down before rolling herself to Orpheus's side to cuddle, placing her hand on his lower stomach. "She must be an awesome dancer." "You're not getting jealous, are you?" Asks Orpheus. "No." Angel answers. "But I am curious if that wasn't the only time you saw her naked." Orpheus pauses for a moment, deciding whether or not to be honest. "No, it wasn't the only time." Orpheus admits. "Ah, I knew it." Angel gloats. "He had sex with her, didn't you?" "Yes, but it's not what you think." "You had sex with your gang leader's girlfriend. What else is there to think?" "It's not like Topaz and I were sneaking around." "Are you saying The Dude was okay with you fucking Topaz?" "Not only was he okay with it, he was there when it happened." A surprised Angel lifts her upper body up and looks to Orpheus. "It was a threesome?" Angel questions. "Yes." Orpheus confesses. "Topaz wanted to have sex with two guys and The Dude was willing to provide." "So did you and The Dude...y'know?" "No. I would do anything for The Dude, almost anything, but we just focused on Topaz's needs. Frankly, I think she just wanted to experience double-penetration, know what it felt like." "I can't believe someone like your friend would ask you to have sex with someone he's supposed to love." "Of course, The Dude loved Topaz. They were both very much in love. In fact, a few months later, they both wanted tattoos that read 'THE DUDE & TOPAZ FOREVER' and they wanted me to do the ink. That's like being asked to be the best man." "That's right, you do tattoos." Angel lifts her ass off the bed and sits up on Orpheus's lap. "I'd like you to do something for me." "If it's a threesome, I'm willing to listen." Orpheus states. "No, not that." Angel corrects. "I want a tattoo." "Sure. What of? A little hummingbird on your arm or a butterfly above her butt, or maybe 'ORPHEUS & ANGEL FOREVER' right here." Orpheus points to the spot between Angel's belly button and her pubis mons. "Angel wings, like the ones you drew." Angel says. "On my back." "Your whole back?" "Yes. That a problem?" "No. But we may have to go to my uncle's parlor in Plutopolis." "I don't want to go back there. Can you do it here?" "In Lakeside or in this room?" "Both." "I guess I could get Rembrandt to send me the necessary equipment. But I gotta tell you, it could take two, maybe three hours to finish." "I have every confidence in your abilities to give me the best tattoo of angel wings," Angel leans forward to lie on Orpheus's chest and kisses him. "just as I will give you the best sex in return." "So, the threesome thing? That's...?" Orpheus inquires between kisses. "Not happening." Angel immediately answers, resuming the kissing. "Too soon in the relationship?" Orpheus asks as he slides his hands on her back. "Way too soon." Angel replies. "Besides, haven't you enjoyed it just being the two of us?" "I have no complaints." Orpheus answers. "And even if we brought in another girl, which I know you want, she would have to be just as good with sex as I am. Wouldn't you agree?" "That seems reasonable." Orpheus concurs. "So you have to know to having sex with two women with such awesome sexual prowess, would be too much for you. It might even kill you. You would die of extreme sexual exhaustion." "There is more worse ways to die." Orpheus contradicts. "Yes, but what about me?" Angel asks as she raises her upper body, maintaining eye-contact with Orpheus. "Sure, you would die the way any man would like to go and go down in history to die of ESE, but with you gone, I would be grief-stricken and horny with no one to comfort me in my time of grievance...except the girl from said threesome." Angel lifts her ass up from Orpheus's lap and reaches for the hardening penis below her pussy and lightly strokes it. "It would start off innocent, the two of us commiserating over a few glasses of wine, then we would start kissing and feeling each other up." Angel lowers her hips down, taking Orpheus's hard cock into her wanton pussy. "By the time we would get to the bed, we would both be completely naked, ready to fuck like lesbian rabbits." Orpheus grabs Angel's hips as she quickly rocks them. "Can you imagine the things we would have to do to get over our grief of you? The hours of crazy sex we would do, the constant fucking and orgasms needed to wash away the pain of losing you, doing it so many, many times...without you with us to share in the pleasures of two hot and horny naked girls." As Angel's provocative words fill in Orpheus's ears as well as his erected cock consumed by the wet membranes of Angel's pussy, Orpheus feels his ejaculation imminent, and hopes more of Angel's prediction of girl-on-girl grief-sex brought on by his death by extreme sexual exhaustion from the threesome with Angel and the yet-to-be-know sexpot will take him to higher levels of excitement as he finally climaxes. "Oh, Orpheus, the things she would do to me." Angel loudly exclaims. "She would make me cum over and over and over and every time I would scream for more." The pelvic thrusts from Angel go faster as Orpheus prepares for the high-magnitude cum-blast and the extreme euphoria that follows. "I'm gonna cum." Orpheus blurts. "FUCK ME, RITA!" Angel yells. "OH, RITA! PLEASE MAKE ME CUM, RITA BABY! I LOVE YOU RITAAAAAAA!!!" Orpheus feels his cock violently discharging semen in Angel's cervix, bringing with it the pleasures of an orgasm...and mental image of Angel's boss. As the orgasm subside, Orpheus opens his eyes to see Angel still sitting on his lap with her hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to prevent herself from laughing. "Rita? Really?" Orpheus asks. Angel starts laughing. "Oh, what's wrong? You don't think Rita's hot?" "No." Orpheus curtly answers. "Seventy-eight year-old women with thick eye-glasses and a bad dye job don't do it for me. Not cool, by the way." "Ahhhhh, did I ruin your threesome fantasy of me?" "Yes, and for that, I should punish you with a lengthy spanking...as soon as I regain control of my body." "You okay?" "Yeah, I think it's just mild sexual exhaustion." ****** Angel lays the left side of her face on the cold glazed cement floor in effort get comfortable, or in her situation, less uncomfortable. Angel's tits and shoulders are pressed on the cold floor as well as her arms are pulled under her body as her wrists are bound next her ankles of her bent legs in a metal wrist-ankle cuff, causing her naked ass to protrude upward. Angel feels dread rising inside her as Lady J approaches her pulling her tray table with her. Although she can't see what Lady J has place on the tray table, she does spot the long and thin strands of what can only be one of the floggers from the work bench and predicts that Lady J plans to start another session of inflicted pain by flogging her ass. Angel hopes the pain from the flogger won't be as excruciating as the snake whip. With the tray table near, Lady J kneels near Angel's head. The reddish-brunette hostess lightly strokes the blond hair of her unclothed captive before turning her focus to the angel wings tattoo on her back. "I must say, this is fine work." Lady J adjusts her glasses. "I never thought you would want such a detailed tattoo on your body, given your limited threshold of pain." Lady J places her hand Angel's arched back as she admires the tattoo more. Angel feels the hand slides up from her shoulder blades and up the side of her back, tracing the inked wing to its tip passed her waist, stopping at her ass. "Who was it that gave you this lovely work of art?" Lady J keeps her hand on Angel's ass. Not hearing any reply, Lady J looks down to Angel's head to discover the ball gag harness still fastened around her head, preventing her from answering. "Oh, I completely forgot about this." Lady J reaches to unsecure the harness. "I guess I should give you the chance to declare your love for me." After the ball gag is pulled from Angel's mouth, Lady J drops the harness on the floor. "Well, aren't you going to thank me for allowing you to speak?" Lady J asks. "Speak." Angel only lets out several breathes to resume her breathing before resuming her silence, without as so much as looking in Lady J's direction or give any effort of reply. "Again with the quiet." Lady J stands up, keeping her scowling eyes on Angel. "You must be beginning to love the pain I give you." Lady J picks up the flogger and displays it to Angel. "Well, you'll be getting more. A lot more." Lady J circles around Angel. "Not only is this flogger going to hurt like hell, it will also make small cuts to the skin." Lady J stops at Angel's jutting ass. "I'm going to flog your pretty little ass until every inch of it is red and bloody, and I won't stop there. I'll move on to a paddle or another flogger or maybe my snake whip again. I haven't decided yet." Angel shudders with terror as Lady J teasingly and light bushes the strands of the flogger over Angel's ass. "I guess I'll just have to use all of them." Lady J confirms. "Including this new electro butt plug I just got." Feeling the strand of the flogger no longer bushing on her ass, Angel shut her eyes as she tries to prepare herself for another round of pain. "But first," Lady J adds. "There's something I need to do first." Lady J carefully balances the handle of the flogger in the middle of Angel's ass cheeks, letting the strands drape over her back. "Hold that steady." Lady J order as she walks to the tray table. Angel looks at Lady J as she walks into her line of sight, expecting her to retrieve a sex toy or another torture device from the tray table. Lady J holds up a plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol to unscrew the cap and pours it on a cotton ball. Lady J places the bottle back on the tray table and pick up a syringe. Angel starts breathing heavily as she focuses on the syringe and the strangely bright amber liquid in the syringe. "Wha...what is that?" Angel quivery asks. "Just something to help with the process of making you my sex slave." Lady J takes a step to Angel's ass. Angel cringes as she feels Lady J rub the alcohol-soaked cotton ball above the right cheek of her ass. Even if Angel wasn't mute and paralyzed with fear, making any attempt to thwart Lady J's use of the syringe would not only be futile, but will provoke more cruelty from Lady J. The needle of the syringe is stabbed in Angel's bare bum, causing her to let out a brief moan. Lady J's thumb presses down on the plunger of the syringe, injecting the entire amber liquid before pulling it out. Immediately, Angel begins to feel lightheaded then a sudden flash of heat raptures throughout her body. As the heat-flash subsides, Angel tries to maintain a hold of her senses as she feels every nerve ending in her skin electrify. "Feeling better now?" Lady J tosses the syringe on to the tray table before squatting down to Angel's side. "It's something a doctor friend of mine concocted. It increases the libido tenfold, or more depending on the subject, as well as hinder the free will of the subject, making her very submissive." Lady J lightly and slowly scratches Angel's spine, giving rapid signals of intense pleasure to her, causing Angel to abruptly whimper. "It also magnifies the pleasure responses of your body, making your very skin just as sensitive as your clit, making your entire body an erogenous zone. Hence it's street name, Ro-Zone." Lady J's nails continues down Angel's spine, pass her waist. "Is this how you plan to make me your sex slave?" Angel questions. "With some date-rape drug?" Lady J responses by swiftly sticking her fingernails on Angel's ass as deep as she can go. What feels to Angel are like small but sharp and extremely painful daggers stabbing into her defenseless ass, she screams in pain. "As you can see, it also increases pain." Lady J informs, waiting a few seconds before withdrawing her nails to lean forward to directly speak in Angel's ear. "Drugs or no drugs, I will make you my sex slave." Lady J stands herself up as she takes the flogger secured by Angel's ass-cheeks and positions herself behind the helplessly restrained sex slave in training, centering on Angel's protruding ass, ignoring the sobbing. She runs the thin strands of her flogger through her hand, ready to give as many painful strikes on the spectacularly shaped ass with the flogger as she can...before switching to the snake whip. "Even if it kills you." ****** "Clear on this end." Pin calls out. Pin stands in the middle of a wide back alley watching out for any passersby at the distant end of the alley leading to Capri Street. With the alley lit only by a flickering wall-mounted lamp over the back door of the Hotel Carmen, no one will notice anything going on. Pin looks to Oxy Mo at the other end of the alley where another alley intersects. On Oxy Mo's right, the tall lummox sees the dark and narrow alley illuminated only by the lights of Slater Street, on his left an alley in complete darkness. "This end's good, too." Oxy Mo announces. Orpheus walks out the back door to the alley with Moth and Zippy following behind him with their guns drawn on him, directing their captured enemy to walk to the wall on the other side by Moth's poking his gun on Orpheus's back. "So how'd you find me?" Orpheus stops and turns around, keeping his hands up. "Better yet, what do you want from me?" "I want you to answer my fucking questions, asshole." Moth snaps. "What's your business with the girl?" "I'm her boyfriend and I'm looking for her." Orpheus answers. "What's your business with her?" "Oh, you do not want to get me started on my business with that blond cunt." Says Moth. Before Orpheus has a chance to ask for more details, Roy exits the back door with Zane, carrying a cardboard box. "What's that?" Moth asks. "All the stuff the girl in room 313 left when you chased her away." Roy lowers himself halfway before dropping the box on the ground. "Take it and take him out of here. I don't need any more of this shit, Moth." "You're after Angel?" Orpheus questions. "Why?" "I was after Angel, but I got her and sent her where she belonged." Moth explains. "Where is she?" Orpheus asserts. "Can you believe the nerve of this asshole?" Moth calls out to his cronies then turns back to Orpheus. "You need to show some respect." "Because you have guns? I don't think so." Orpheus says. "A loser with a gun is still a loser." Moth noisily inhales through his nose and pauses for a second before stepping to Orpheus with his gun on him. "You listen carefully Mister Orpheus Jones, yes, I know who you are and why you're in town." Moth aims his gun at Orpheus's face. "You have already lost the second you left Lakeside and..." In the next instant, Orpheus's incoming forehead collides hard with Moth's nose, knocking his head back as blood gushes. With Moth momentarily disoriented, Orpheus quickly grabs his gun hand as he moves behind Moth to wrap his forearm around Moth's neck. Pin and Zippy have their gun drawn to Orpheus, who with his hand secured over Moth's hand holding his gun aims at them. Orpheus backs into a wall with his hostage as Pin, Zippy, Zane and Oxy Mo close in on him their guns on him. "Back off! Back the fuck off!" Orpheus yells. "You're surrounded, asshole." Pin keeps his CZ 75 on Orpheus. "There's no way out." "You tell me where Angel is or I'll break your goddamn neck." Orpheus threatens in Moth's ear. "You stupid fuck." Moth chuckles. "Even if you manage to survive this, you still lose. There is no way in hell you can be the hero to your girlfriend, not with who you're up against." "And who would that be?" Questions Orpheus. Orpheus notices Moth's upper lip curls in a smug fashion as he's about to give a name. "I warned you, Moth." A familiar voice from behind Moth's gang calls out. The alley's only light source stops flickering longer enough for everyone to look to find SpiderBat standing near Zippy and Oxy Mo. Futile as it would be, Oxy Mo turns his body to aim and hopefully shoot down the super-vigilante, but a swift sidekick to his chest knocks a few feet off the ground and almost lands on Zane, who barely avoids his big and dim friend only to lose his footing and fall to the ground with him. Zippy's hand starts to shake as he keeps his gun on SpiderBat as he backs away. "Have you ever shot anyone with that gun?" SpiderBat steps to Zippy. "You think someone like you can kill me? Well, can you, you pussy?" Before Zippy could find the will to raise his gun and pulled the trigger, SpiderBat knocks the the gun from his hand with swift open-hand slap. A second later, SpiderBat's fingers curls into a fist and give a swift back fisted hit to Zippy's jaw, causing him to pathetically bounce off the wall he backs into in and falls on the ground. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 05 With a sudden jerk, Moth frees his gun-holding hand from Orpheus's grip and aims his gun at SpiderBat, about to succeed where Zippy miserably failed, but Orpheus grabs Moth's wrist and forces the gun to the general direction of Pin and Roy. Pin instinctively squats halfway down just as a shoot is fired. The gunshot echoes throughout the alley as it nearly misses Roy and hits the wall near him. Roy drops to the ground, ranting cowardly and incoherently. "Why the fuck is this guy always saving you?" Moth tries to wrestle his arm free from Orpheus's hold. "Are you his Jimmy Olson or something?" As Moth struggles to free his wrist and himself, the gun fires again and strikes the overhead lamp, leaving the alley in total darkness. Unable to see, Moth feels the hands retaining him slip away, finally freeing him. However, a foot is suddenly on his back roughly pushes him forward. Stumbling as Moth tries walk properly, he blindly collide with Pin and both fall to the ground. "Get the fuck offa me." Pin yells. "You think that's funny?!" Moth yells out to Orpheus as he rolls off Pin and aims his gun to where he's certain Orpheus is from remembering the direction he was pushed, despite the darkness. "Try laughing at this!" Moth fires three shots in the dark, causing a brief flash from each shot but too brief to see anything. Moth takes a moment for the echoing to stop as he stands himself up from the ground, keeping his gun on the unseen target. "Did I get you?" Moth calls out, waiting for a reply for a few seconds. "C'mon, asshole. Let's hear some of your smartass remakes." Moth hurryingly reaches in his jacket pocket to retrieve his lighter and flicks a small flame to illuminate the area around him. Moth cautiously moves to the direction he shot, hoping to find Orpheus on the ground bleeding from all three gunshot wounds. But to his disappointment, Moth only sees three bullet holes on the wall. Moth then notices the alley beginning to fill with light once again and turns to see Roy opening the hotel's backdoor. Dousing the flame of his lighter, Moth quickly scans the alley for Orpheus or SpiderBat, but finds neither. What he sees next doesn't became any better as he watches Pin and Zane struggling to get up while Oxy Mo is conscious, he stays lying flat on the ground. Shifting his sight to his left side, Moth observes Zippy on his knees, nursing a bloody nose...and trying not to cry. "Moth." Roy yells, standing at the doorway. "What?" Moth snaps. "I don't ever what to see any of your faces in my hotel again." Roy yells before slamming the door shut and locking it, leaving Moth and anyone else in the alley in darkness once again. Moth flicks his lighter again and watches his crew to recover from another humiliating defeat. "This just isn't my fucking night." Claims Moth. ***** * Orpheus looks around the back lane as he places the box on the pavement. Finding himself alone, he crutches over the box and begins to rummage through the items. Starting with Angel's jacket, Orpheus goes through the pockets for any clues, finding only her usual brand of lip balm and breathe mints. Orpheus puts the coat aside and continues scurrying through the clothes and discovers Angel's purse in the box. He picks up the purse to search for clues when he spots the brown covered Bible at the bottom of the box. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble." Says SpiderBat, standing a few feet from the startled Orpheus. Orpheus jumps at his feet and stands facing SpiderBat with a fist, ready to defend. "It's a gift." Orpheus replies, maintaining his defensive stance. "Not that I'm not grateful for you saving me again but how do you know..? Have you been following me?" "Yes. Since Boudreaux Street." Answers SpiderBat. "I lost you after your brazen escape at the Eaglehart but since I knew you were heading to the Blue Shadow, I managed catch up with you just in time to watch you hit Moth with that pool ball. That was cool." "Moth?" Orpheus questions as he lowers his fist. "That was the guy with the .38 caliber and the bad fashion sense chasing me across town?" "Yes, he's the leader of that merry band of petty crooks you've meet." SpiderBat informs. "As you may have guessed, they're not exactly on the top of the underworld totem pole." "Whatever he is, I need to find him and make him tell me where he took my girlfriend." Orpheus squats down to place the tweed jacket back in the box, keeping his eyes on SpiderBat. "By yourself?" SpiderBat asks. "If I have to." Orpheus replies. "Have you wondered how Moth knew you were at the Hotel Carmen?" SpiderBat inquires. "Or how he knew you were at the Blue Shadow?" Orpheus pauses to contemplate SpiderBat's query as he stands up. "No, it...never occurred to me." Orpheus says. "How did he know about me?" "Follow me." SpiderBat bluntly commands. As Orpheus watches SpiderBat walk pass him, he ponders whether it's wise or not to follow someone who obviously read too many comic books as a kid, but then takes into account that the super-vigilante did save him twice. Orpheus also reckons in his mission to find and maybe even rescue Angel, having SpiderBat at his side could give him a better chance to succeed than just by himself. Also factoring in the rate of trouble and enemies he's made in the last few hours, Orpheus realizes he needs all the friends he can get. Orpheus takes the box off the pavement and carries it with him as he hurries to follow SpiderBat. ****** SpiderBat leads Orpheus through a city block of alleys to a wide driveway between buildings where the Challenger is parked on the side. "Nice ride." Orpheus comments. "Yours?" "It belonged to that bouncer Moth shoot." SpiderBat takes out the car keys as he nears the trunk of the car. "You lifted his keys after he got shoot?" Orpheus asks. "No." SpiderBat unlocks the hood of the trunk and opens it. "She did. I took them afterwards." At a short distance from the Challenger, Orpheus couldn't see the inside the trunk until a petite girl in a zebra-print leather coat rises up. The first thing Orpheus notices is the bright red hair of the girl and immediately recognizes her as the stripper Superstar Nova. "It's about fucking time you got me out." Superstar says as she climbs out of the trunk. "How's she involved with..?" Orpheus stops in mid-sentence as he makes a realization. "It was you who ratted me out to Moth, wasn't it?" "And your girlfriend. Twice." SpiderBat informs. Orpheus drops the box on the pavement and walks to Superstar with an angry scowl. "Wait, Orpheus. I'm a victim in all this too." Superstar defensively raises her open hands to Orpheus. "You're about to be in a minute." Orpheus nears Superstar as SpiderBat steps in between. "Hold on, Orpheus." SpiderBat interjects, raising his hands to keep Orpheus and Superstar separate. "You can interrogate her later. Right now, you need to think of your next course of action." "I already know my course of action." Orpheus states. "Find Moth and make him tell me where he sent Angel." "No. You need to lay low." SpiderBat declares. "Moth and his gang are looking for you, as well as the Steelheads and the BSBA, and that's assuming you're not wanted by the police for what happened on Market Street." "Whoa, the Steelheads are after you?" Superstar asks. "You really have a death wish, don't cha?" "You're not exactly in the clear yourself." SpiderBat turns to Superstar. "If Moth gets a hold of you, you'll be back on the hood of his car with your hands held down, your skirt pulled up to your waist and your panties pulled down to your ankles." SpiderBat turns his sight back to Orpheus. "Go hideout at the Sunnyside Motel with your hooker friend." SpiderBat hands over the keys to the Challenger. "I'll do a quick search for Moth. If I find him, I'll bring him to you there. Got it?" "Fine." Orpheus reluctantly agrees and takes the keys. "You got an hour." SpiderBat looks at Orpheus for a few seconds before walking to the dark alley at the end of the back lane. "Wait, hang on for a second." Orpheus calls to SpiderBat, halfway down the lane. "Why you doing this?" SpiderBat stops and turns his head aside. "I mean why do you want to help some guy who always gets into trouble finding his girlfriend?" asks Orpheus. SpiderBat is silent for a few seconds. "I like you." Okay, good enough of a reason. Orpheus thinks as he watches SpiderBat walk down to the end of the lane and disappears in the darkness. "Don't even think about running." Orpheus advises Superstar before shifting his sight to her. "Who's running?" Superstar rhetorically asks. "Like your super friend said, it's not safe for me to be out while Moth is roaming around." "Fine. Get in the car." Orpheus orders. "On the way, you're gonna tell me everything you know about Moth and what he's done to Angel." "So long as I don't have to be in the trunk." Superstar agrees. "That can still happen." Warns Orpheus. "So you'd better tell me the truth." ****** As the hood of the trunk opens, light from the outside awakens Greenie. She looks up to see Moth and Pin standing over her, looking none too pleased. Greenie tries to tolerate the ever-increasing pain from withdrawal as she pulls herself up to climb out of the trunk and on to the pavement of the wide parking lot Moth and his gang have retreated to. "We thought you died with you being so quiet." Pin states. "Thanks for your concern." Greenie sarcastically replies as she plants a foot on the ground. "Just don't want you dying in my trunk." Moth says. "You already smell bad alive, I don't need you to contaminate my car with dead junkie whore stench." "Can't smell any worse than before." Greenie jabs. "You jerk off in there or something?" The next instant, Greenie feels the butt end of Moth's gun strike the back of her head hard before her other foot lands. Greenie falls on the pavement, followed by the snide laughter of Zane, Zippy and Oxy Mo standing in front of her. She rubs the back of her head as she sits herself up. "You forget your place, bitch." Moth aims his gun at Greenie's face. "I am not gonna spend another second in that trunk." Greenie wraps her arms around herself. "So if you're gonna shoot me, then shoot me already. That is if you have the balls." "You think I don't have the balls to kill some street junkie?!" Moth shakes his gun in Greenie's face. "Have you ever killed anyone before, loser?" Greenie questions as she looks into the barrel of Moth's gun. Moth opens his mouth several times but fails to lets out any words to answer. "You haven't, haven't you?" Greenie sneers. "Have any of you?" Not one of Moth's gang responds. "Fuck, I've killed two people." Greenie declares "One was some Westward yuppie who tried to rape me, the other was my mother." "Oh, fuck. You killed your mom?" Zippy is shocked. "She wasn't exactly June Cleaver." Greenie looks to Zippy, then turning back to Moth. "It must really burn you that some low-life street junkie whore...has more street cred than you, you fucking loser." The butt end of Moth's gun again strikes Greenie's jaw, knocking her down. Green spits out blood, raising her head off the pavement. "Maybe I haven't killed anyone, but that's gonna to change tonight." Moth aims his gun on the down and beaten Greenie. Zippy is the first to back away to avoid getting hit in the line of fire before Zane does the same, tugging Oxy Mo away. Not bothering to lift herself off the ground, Greenie simply turns on her back and looks up to Moth. "I never thought I'd be killed by someone of your atrocious fashion sense." Greenie says. "Oh, you're just practice, bitch." Moth steps closer to Greenie, keeping his gun pointed at her head. "Someone I can pop my 'murder-cherry' on so I move on to better targets to get some respect." Moth presses the barrel of his gun in the middle of Greenie's forehead. "After you, I'm gonna hunt down and kill Orpheus Jones and won't be a quick death for him." "Wait, Orpheus Jones?" Greenie asks. "Is that the guy you've been chasing?" "What? You know him?" Pin steps in beside Moth. "Yeah, he used to run with...oh, what were they called?" Greenie tries to recollect. "The Anarchists." "I thought the Steelheads wiped them all out." Moth says. "I heard he was the only one who survived." Greenie replies. Moth pauses for a moment before lifting his gun from Greenie's forehead. "The fuck you doing?" Pin asks. "I thought you wanted to kill this junkie." "This junkie maybe of some use." Moth explains as he tucks in his trousers behind him. Moth takes a step towards Greenie and squats down to face her. He takes out a napkin from his coat pocket and hands it to the addict. Greenie reluctantly accepts the napkin and uses it to wipe off the blood rolling off her chin. "Okay, honey." Moth says all nice and friendly. "What else do you know about Orpheus Jones? Do you know where he hangs out? Friends? Family?" "I know where he used to work." Greenie answers. "Some tattoo parlor on Tarrant Street. Belongs to his uncle." "Congratulations, junkie." Smiling Moth says. "You've graduated from the trunk to the passenger seat." * ***** Topaz leaves the bathroom of her motel room, wearing only a towel wrapped around her wet hair as she immodestly walks to the bed. She pulls the sheets over before laying on her front to watch the TV, which shows what is either a soft-core porn movie on MetroTV or a half-hour advertisement for a 900 number on WPLU. In either case, Topaz didn't care. She lays her head down on the mattress and recalls the sex she had with the female Neo-Nazi with a cybernetic arm hours earlier. It wasn't so much as the girl-on-girl sex that she finds so exhilarating, as good of a sex partner Matilda is, but the danger of this purely-sexual affair between the black hooker and the racist Steelhead. Never mind what would happen if the Steelheads finds out, if the Boudreaux Street Business Association and her neighborhood discovers of her having a lesbian affair with woman, who's not only white but a racist and a member of a violent gang of racists, everyone in her neighborhood would want to kill her and her Neo-Nazi lesbian lover, assuming the Steelheads don't get to them first. Topaz rolls on her back as she tries to shut out the outcome being found out which could lead to a brutal death and focuses on the joys of her affair with Matilda. Her finger lightly circles around her erect nipple, remembering the night she first encountered Matilda, entering in the ladies room of the public washroom building in Holland Park, and to her shock sees Matilda alone by the sinks. At first, Topaz intended to kill Matilda for the Steelheads killing her lover The Dude and the Anarchists, just as Matilda wanted kill her just for being black. In the catfight that ensues, the unarmed Topaz manages to hold her own, despite Matilda's advantage of her metallic arm as they engage in slapping, grabbing, shirt-pulling and an occasional punch while slinging insults until finally Matilda wrestles Topaz to the floor, using this opportunity to tear off Topaz's skirt, exposing her satin G-string. For whatever reason other a sadistic pleasure, Matilda slides her metallic hand under the G-string and force two fingers in Topaz's pussy. Reacting to the violation, Topaz overpowers Matilda by pushing the Steelhead off her and rolls on top of her. Instead of pulling the prosthetic hand from her ravaged sex, Topaz forces her hand down Matilda's low-cut jeans and plunges three fingers in Matilda's cunt. Neither Topaz nor Matilda tries to free themselves from their enemy's hold, each hand stabbing into the sex of the other. Then the kissing happened. Topaz couldn't clearly remember how the kissing started but there was open-mouthed, tongues entwining kisses between her and Matilda, turning the hateful lesbian hand-rape of two enemies into a semi-consensual finger fucking, causing both to experience the most intensely gratifying orgasm. The fingers of Topaz's other hand is already playing with the delicate folds of her labia, reliving that night with Matilda, followed by the secret rendezvous the hooker and the Neo-Nazi shared. Two of Topaz's digits delicately sink in her vagina, recalling about their first night at... KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The startling loud and hard knocks from the door sends Topaz back to the present, lifting her towel-wrapped head up with her upper body and looking to the door and worries who's behind it. If it's Matilda, she would just use her key. So who else could it be? One of Top Dogg's goons? Or maybe the Steelheads? Who else would know she here? "Topaz! I know you're in there." The recognizable voice of Orpheus yells through the door. "Open up!" Topaz jumps off the bed, not bothering to cover herself, and hurries to the door. After unlocking it, Topaz opens the door ajar to see Orpheus standing outside. Not waiting to be greeted or invited, Orpheus barges in with a bright-red haired girl with behind him. "Orpheus? What the fuck?" A surprised Topaz at door moves aside to allow Orpheus and Superstar to fully enter the room. Topaz instinctually moves her arm over her breasts while moving her hand over her pubic area, pointless as she soon understands. "Sit." Orpheus orders Superstar, pointing at one of the two faded wooden chairs at a small round table across the room from the unkempt (and recently used) bed. With one chair occupied by Topaz's fur coat, Superstar sits on the chair close to the TV, "How'd you know I'd be here?" Topaz places her hands on her curvy hips. The towel wrapped around her wet hair stays firm on her head "I followed you after I left your apartment." Orpheus answers. Topaz's eyes and mouth widens a bit, expressing worry. "You followed me here?" Topaz asks with no appreciation or gratitude as she walks to Orpheus. "I wanted to make sure you were safe." Orpheus justifies himself. Topaz takes a moment to calm down, not wanting to bring any suspicion to herself...or to who she had sex with prior to Orpheus's intrusion. "So you're here to check up on me?" Topaz questions. "I came here to hide out for a bit." Orpheus declares. "What? Fuck, no. You can't stay here." Protests Topaz. "And who the fuck is she?" Topaz points to Superstar at the table. "Sorry. Topaz, Superstar." Orpheus introduces. "Superstar, meet Topaz." "Hey." Superstar greets with a smile and a short wave. Orpheus spots the familiar blue lace thong Topaz wore earlier on the carpet and picks it up, noticing its torn state. "Ah, right." Orpheus realizes, holding the tattered thong. "You're still working. I hope the guy paid you enough to replace your thong." Topaz snatches the thong from Orpheus. "Who I fuck is no business of yours." Topaz exclaims. "You and your friend can't stay here." "Are you expecting another john?" Orpheus questions. "No, but..." "Then you're off the clock as of now." Orpheus asserts. "Superstar, get comfortable. We're gonna be here awhile." Superstar opens and pulls off her coat, revealing her vermillion backless halter top while Orpheus turns away from Topaz and walks to the bathroom. "I need to take a quick shower." Orpheus says. "Hang on." Topaz follows. "Why do you want to hide in here all of a sudden? Are the Steelheads still after you?" "Maybe, but they're not my immediately problem right now." Orpheus replies. "I got another bunch of assholes who want to kill me." "And what makes you think they wouldn't be coming here?" Topaz presses. Orpheus stops at the bathroom door and turns to Topaz, forcing himself to look directly to her eyes and not her uncovered tits. "Look, I'm sorry to have barged in with you trying to hide from Top Dogg's crew." Says Orpheus. "And I promise, I will explain everything. I just need to cool off with a shower first. After that, we'll talk." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 05 "Fine." Topaz gives in. "But know that you keep costing me money." "If you want compensation, Superstar can give you a lap dance." Suggests Orpheus as he enters the bathroom and shuts the door, but not all the way. In no way settled with her situation, Topaz pulls the towel wrapped around her head and lets her damp black hair fall down on her back and shoulders. Superstar sits on the edge of the bed watching the TV. "Lap dance, huh?" Topaz walks to the bed. "You a stripper?" "I'm an exotic dancer at the Blue Shadow." Superstar looks at her naked hostess. "You a hooker?" "Service provider." Topaz retorts. Wondering if Topaz would actually want a lap dance, Superstar discreetly observes Topaz who drops the towel for her hair on the floor before she mounts the bed and walks across it to the other side, steps off the bed and to the floor, and stands at the window where she pushes the curtain aside to look outside. Like she's waiting for someone. Superstar deduces if Topaz is expecting another john, it would be best for that individual to postpone for another time, especially if Orpheus intervenes. Other ideas begins to take shape as Superstar studies the nude physique of the black hooker and thinks maybe giving her a lap dance, and what it might lead to, may not be such a bad idea. It might be a while until SpiderBat comes over and the three of them might need to pass the time. Providing a three way for Orpheus could earn Superstar some forgiveness, after all she did imply the possibility of one at the Blue Shadow. Superstar gives a sly smile at the thought of herself having sex with Orpheus and Topaz, all safe from their enemies in the motel room. "Got anything to drink?" Superstar asks, pulling off her shoes. "No." Topaz bluntly answers. Topaz keeps her eyes to the window until she notices Superstar pulling off her halter top before standing up to remove her skirt. "What are you doing?" Topaz asks. Wearing only her pink panties, Superstar turns to Topaz, hoping that the sight of her petite nude body will get her three way plan in motion. "Well, if we're all gonna be cooped up in this room, we might as well make the best of it." Superstar pulls her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. "Still interested in that lap dance?" Topaz is stunned and momentarily silent. "I don't think Orpheus was serious about that." "I am." Superstar walks to Topaz. "Ever had a lap dance before?" "Can't say that I have." Topaz answers. "Well, then you're in for a real treat." Superstar smiles, stopping in front of Topaz. "I'm one of the best lap dancers at the Blue Shadow." "Really? Guys actually pay you to grind up on them naked?" "Oh, yeah. Lots of guys. You ever think about being an exotic dancer?" "Maybe. I mean it can't be that hard to do, can it?" "Not if you have the right teacher. Like me." "You want to teach me how to be a stripper?" "Sure." Superstar answers as she beholds Topaz's dazzling dark-chocolate body, starting with her superbly-shaped tits, lowering down to her flat and firm stomach and the elegant curves of her waist and hips, the strong thighs and slender calf muscles of her leg, the perfectly arched feet with the cute little toes attached, then back up to Topaz's black fun bags. "You certainly have the body for it." Superstar gently places each of her hands on each of Topaz's breasts. Topaz is surprised but gives no objection and allows the stripper's hands to softly caress and squeezes her tits. A twinge of pleasure is suddenly felt by Topaz as she feels the thumbs of the caressing hands circles the areolas of her erect nipples. "Real?" Superstar inquires. "All natural, honey." Topaz proudly informs. "Tell you what," Superstar continues to fondle. "if tonight goes well for us, I can put in a good word for you with my boss. Maybe we can get you started tomorrow night." The fondling hands part from Topaz's tits as Superstar steps back. "If you're interested that is." "I might be." Topaz replies. "Okay, then." Superstar smiles. "Why don't you check if the TV gets the Mostly Music channel so I'll have some music to dance to? I'll get Orpheus and we can get this party started." Superstar turns and paces around the bed and passes the table, chairs and the TV to make her way to the bathroom while Topaz watches her, centering her sight on Superstar's nude ass. "Too bad there's nothing to drink." Superstar turns to look to Topaz halfway to the bathroom, but continues by walking backwards. "I have a feeling we're all gonna be very thirsty come morning." Superstar winks at Topaz before walking through the door and shutting it behind her. ****** Orpheus leans forwards with his forearms on the tiled wall while the showerhead above his head sprays warm water on his naked backside. He knew that finding the woman he loves wasn't going to be easy but believed he would complete his mission in a few hours or, at worst, a night or two. But all that Orpheus has accomplished so far is running in to old enemies and making new enemies. Orpheus tries not to condemn himself for his slow progress and refocus on his objectives. To find Angel, he needs to find Moth and force him to reveal who has her now. Someone big. Who could that be? Orpheus straightens himself off the tiled wall as he hears the rings of the white plastic shower curtain slide against the bar and turns his head behind him to see a naked Superstar stepping in the bathtub. "What'd you want?" Orpheus questions, looking away. "I thought you'd like some company." Superstar answers. "Maybe I can do you backside." Superstar steps closer until she presses her breasts against his back where she places her hands on Orpheus's hips and immediately slides them down to his ass, centered on both cheeks. "Your entire backside." One of Superstar's hands moves from Orpheus's ass, down his hip and slowly feels it's way to Orpheus's hard cock. Orpheus looks down to watch the fingers of the hand soft stroke the base, slowly working its way up the shaft. "What are you doing?" Orpheus questions. "Right now, I'm getting you hard." Superstar answers. "If you think a hand job is gonna earn you some forgiveness, you're mistaken." "Well...not just a hand job. What about you watching me give your friend a lap dance and maybe even a three way?" Orpheus grabs the wrist of the stroking hand and pulls it away from his cock as he turns to face Superstar. "Last time you suggested a threesome, you sold me out to Moth." Orpheus states. "You're not exactly trustworthy." "Hey, newsflash, I'm hiding from that asshole for the same reason you are." Superstar pulls her wrist free from Orpheus's hold. "And I thought this would be a good way to make up for what I did to you. But if you're not interested, than I guess Topaz will have that lap dance and the hot lesbian sex it will inevitably lead to...after she tells you to leave." Superstar reaches for the plastic curtain to walk out of the shower, but her wrist is swiftly grabbed by Orpheus. A second later, Orpheus takes her other wrist and steps in front of her to force her back to the wide tiled wall of the bathtub, pulling her hands above her and crosses the wrists to secure them against the wall with one hand. "Stop it!" Pleads Superstar. "I'm not into the rough stuff!" With his free hand, Orpheus takes hold of Superstar's face. "You better tell me everything, and I mean everything about Angel, about Moth and everything else or I'll show you rough." Orpheus threatens. "Okay, okay, I'll talk." Superstar yields. "I ran into Moth and Pin a few months ago in Chaykin when I was visiting my mother. I saw the photo Moth had of Angel and I recognized her. She was working at the Blue Shadow for a few weeks at the time. So I started to schmooze up to Moth to con whatever information I could get from him." "What did you find out?" "Just that Angel got away someone, an ex-boyfriend I think, and there was a big reward to whoever brings her back." "Bring her back to who?" "I don't know, Moth wouldn't tell me. I had to sleep with him to just have him let me in on the reward. Lot of good that did." "So then you told him where to find Angel?" "Well, not at first. I wanted to see what I could get from Angel." "So you could blackmail her?" "No. I wanted to know about who she was hiding from. So I casually and very discreetly asked her about her past but I got nothing." "And that's when you told Moth?" "Yes, and before you even ask, I told Moth about Angel being back in town this morning. Another big mistake." Satisfied with what he learned, Orpheus releases Superstar's wrists. As Superstar nurses her wrists, Orpheus steps to the facets and shuts off the water, then returns to his previous spot in front of Superstar. "Did Angel know it was you that told Moth, the first time I mean?" Orpheus questions. "I thought so but when she came to me last night I figured she must have found out some other way." Superstar answers. Orpheus turns from Superstar slides the shower curtain aside and steps out of the bathtub. "One more thing," Orpheus faces Superstar. "Were you and Angel lovers or just friends with benefits?" "Friends, I guess." Superstar shrugs. "So why would you betray her like that?" Orpheus asks. "I saw a chance at something better." Superstar confesses. "Either I'd get some money out of it or a temporary boyfriend with money to spend." Orpheus takes a moment to process what he just learned from his interrogation of Superstar as she remains standing in the bathtub with her back on the tile. Obviously she's a talented seductress as well as an enticing stripper, able to manipulate men for extra money for an unspoken promise of sex. A skill most useful for a woman trying to get ahead in Plutopolis. "You spelt with Moth?" ****** Topaz leans over the TV as she turns the dial to search for a channel that provide the music needed to entertain her guests. Halfway through the channels, Topaz stops as she hears sounds from the door leading outside. A key is being inserted in the key hole of the doorknob and unlocking. Topaz looks to the door with wide eyes as Matilda enters the room with her motel key in her metallic hand and a small brown paper bag in the other hand. "I was hoping you'd still be here." Matilda pulls a bottle of whiskey from the bag. "Thought we'd get drunk while we fuck." "What are you doing here?" Topaz asks in a low voice. "I thought you had to get back to your gang." "Stomper and the guys are still whining about what happened at the Comin'/Going store, so I came back here." Matilda places the whiskey bottle on the table. "I see you didn't bother getting dressed." "You gotta get the fuck out of here now." Topaz warns, still in a low voice. "Why are you...?" Matilda notices Superstar's clothes on the bed. She grabs the pink panties for a closer examination. "And I thought I was the only girl you were fucking around with." "It's not what you think." Topaz tries to explain. Matilda notices the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom and walks pass Topaz then stops for a moment and turns to Topaz. "So who's in there? Another whore from Boudreaux Street" Matilda inquires. "Or maybe you're into girls from gangs, is that it? Is it one of the Lost Princesses or maybe one of the Unholy Riders' biker bitches you've been fucking when I'm gone?" "I'll tell you later." Topaz says. "Right now, you have to..." "Topaz." Orpheus calls out as he opens the bathroom door, drying his hair with a towel as he blindingly walks out. "I don't know what Superstar told you, but you should know that she..." The first thing Orpheus sees as he moves the towel blocking his vision is the surprised face of Matilda. Orpheus is surprised as well as he finds himself standing naked in front of a Steelhead. "Ohhhhhhh," Matilda utters. "this is much worse." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 06 CHAPTER 6 "ROOM 111" A few months ago... Orpheus places his tattoo equipment in a toolbox, then peels off the latex gloves, dropping them in a waste basket. He takes his can of Tweak Up off the TV and takes a chug as he turns to the queen-size bed where Angel lies on her front with her head down on the far corner of the foot of the bed, wearing only light blue cotton panties. A three-thirds empty bottle of Dead Duck whisky stands on the floor, within Angel's reach. Orpheus sits himself next to Angel, not wanting to wake her and silently examines the recently inked angel wings on his girlfriend's back. The end result turns out better than he hoped. Usually such a tattoo would have been done in separate sessions when Orpheus worked in his uncle's tattoo parlor but Angel insisted on having the tattoo entirely done. Along with the necessary tools he got with Gil's help, Orpheus brings the whisky to help Angel deal with the pain of getting her first tattoo as well as a six-pack of Tweak Up to help him sustain his focus for the long hours of work ahead of him until late in the night. Orpheus lightly brushes the blond hair over the face of the slumbering Angel and clearly views her face as a smile slowly forms. "You awake?" Orpheus asks. "Yes." Angel opens her eyes. "Just wanted to rest for a bit." Staying on her stomach, Angel lifts her torso up from the mattress. "So, how does it look?" "Great. My best work yet." Orpheus looks over the angel wings, stopping at her ass. "Good thing you kept your panties on. Kept me from getting distracted." "Good thing you brought this." Angel reaches and grabs the whisky off the floor before turning and sitting up on the bed. "So the equipment you got worked okay?" Angel asks before pouring half a mouthful down her mouth and swallows. "Yeah, it worked perfectly." Orpheus answers. "That's good. I know you wanted to do it at your uncle's place, but that meant going to Plutopolis and...well, I didn't want to go back and I know you don't after what happened to your gang." Angel quickly pressed his fingers to her lips to keep herself from further talking for a few seconds before withdrawing them. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Jackie told me what happened and I figured it would be a sore subject with you and...and..." Orpheus pauses for a few seconds "It's okay, Angel." Orpheus assures with a smile. "I'm the only surviving member of my gang and I'm dealing with it." Remaining silent, Angel hands the whisky bottle to Orpheus, who accepts the bottle and takes a swig. "So...what exactly happened?" Angel asks at the risk of prying. "Well, the snow was melting and I knew spring was coming that day." Orpheus explains as he leans forward. "The Dude gathered the Anarchists and we were all on our way to the Swan Shore Boardwalk, he said there was a new recruit waiting for us there. The roofs were still covered in snow and ice so we decided to walk there. We were at least a block away from the boardwalk when the Steelheads come and attacked us. "We tried to fight them off but they outnumbered us. The Dude was the first to go down, then Dizzy, then Ajax. I couldn't just watch my friends get slaughtered so I tried to get the rest of the gang to run, to getaway, but the Steelheads went after us, killing us off one-by-one. I managed to get High-Brow to the ER but he died before the doctors could do anything. "After that, it wasn't safe for me to stay in Plutopolis so Rembrandt helped me move to Lakeside. He and Jackie used to date, so he got her to put in a good word for me with Gil so I can work at the garage." "Didn't the police do anything?" Angel asks. "Nope, not a damn thing." Orpheus takes another swig from the bottle to hold back the stir of painful memories. "They just thought we were all just a bunch of punks no one would miss." "I can't imagine what that must have been for you." Angel puts her hand on Orpheus's leg. "Well, it was a huge tragedy for me." Orpheus stands up from the bed and puts the whisky bottle on the dresser set, next to the TV. "But what's past is past. Now, I just want to focus on the here and now." Orpheus turns to face his girlfriend. "I guess that would be the right attitude to have." Angel gets off the bed. "What time is it, by the way." Angel looks to the digital clock on the nightstand by the bed, which displays 2:25 am. "I don't know if I can sleep right now. What about you?" "I'm still on my Tweak Up buzz." Orpheus answers. "But I can think of some ways to work it off." Angel smiles at Orpheus's insinuation. "Let me get some air first." Angel suggests as she walks away from the bed and Orpheus. "It's getting kinda stuffy in here." "Love the watch you walk away." Orpheus declares, admiring the inked backside of Angel and covered, but still hot to look at ass. Angel playfully walks in a provocative heel-toe fashion, to entertain and entice Orpheus, as she makes her way to the door and opens it all the way. Angel feels the night air flow through her, giving her exposed skin a sensational cooling. "Ohhhh, that feels so good." Angel purrs, combing her fingers through her hair. Knowing that anyone staying at the motel is probably asleep this late at night, Orpheus continues to admire the sight of his blond muse in her blue panties standing at the open doorway, facing the motel's parking lot at night. Before Orpheus has the chance to envision another illustration, Angel take a few steps threw the doorway and outside the room. "What are you doing?" Orpheus hurries to the door. With Orpheus following, Angel walks down the parking lot of the Lakeside Motel. "Are you fucking crazy?" Orpheus calls out in a low volume as he nears Angel. "Shhhhhh." Angel turns and presses her finger to her smiling lips. "There's people sleeping. We don't want to wake them, do we?" Angel stops at the middle of the parking lot, allowing Orpheus to catch up. "Walking around outside in the middle of the night in your panties is a good way to get yourself in trouble." Orpheus stands in front of Angel. "You wouldn't let that happen to me." Angel leans forward as she slides her hands from Orpheus's hips to his back and kisses him. The kiss gets more passionate for the two as their tongues intertwine, during which Angel's hands moves to the button and fly of Orpheus's jeans. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Orpheus asks. "Isn't it obvious?" Angel grins as she reaches in Orpheus's jeans and gently pulls out his hard cock. "Here?" Orpheus asks. "Why not here?" Angel light strokes Orpheus's member. "There's no one to bother us so long as we stay quiet." As Angel lowers herself by squatting her legs, she starts a trail of kisses down Orpheus's chest, starting below his shoulder, followed by another kiss, and a lick, directly on his nipple, several on his firm abs, ending with one on his pubic bone. Orpheus intensely watches his girlfriend gently wraps her fingers on the base of his penis and gives several licks to the tip, then wraps her lips on the tip, sucking as she pulls her lips away several times. Angel looks into Orpheus's eyes as she slows takes his entire cock into her welcoming mouth. Angel sets her hands on Orpheus's hips as she begins to motion her head back and forth. Immediately, Orpheus feels his cock getting harder and expanding in Angel's expert cock-sucking mouth, much to his enjoyment. Whatever hang ups Orpheus had about receiving oral sex in the parking lot, he simply forgets and accepts the excitement and the pleasure from it. Orpheus raises his head as he feels the sucking motions on his cock goes faster. His bliss is suddenly interrupted when he spots what could be movement from the second floor rooms in front of him. He does a quick scan of the second floor to find no one and dismisses it as a shadow of something blown in from the calm wind. But then Orpheus finds the thought of some stranger in one of the motel rooms eavesdropping on him getting his cock sucked by his beautiful nearly-naked girlfriend appeals to him, and gets him more excited. Guessing that whoever the voyeur is probably wishes to be in Orpheus's place right now. Assuming it's a guy. If it was a woman, she would wish to be the one sucking Orpheus's cock, or maybe even getting orally pleasured by Angel. Maybe the voyeur is even pleasuring him/herself, staying unnoticed as he/she intently watches the public sex happening outside. The scenarios in Orpheus's mind ceases the second he feels his cock close to ejaculating. His hand holds the back of Angel's head as it goes faster and the cock goes deeper in her mouth. Orpheus looks down into Angel's green eyes while her hand strokes the base. Her mouth does one final oral act of stimulation before smiling up to her boyfriend, holding his cock close to her face as it finally jets its manseed. * * * * * * "That's it, slave. Eat my pussy." Lady J commands. "Show me how much you love me." Lady J holds both ends of her whip, wrapped around Angel's neck, while Angel is on her knees with her mouth sucking on her captor's pussy, still able to breath, trying to ignore the sweltering pain inflicted on her ass by Lady J's skin-cutting flogger along with the pain from the butt plug Lady J inserted in her sphincter before releasing her from the ankle-wrist cuffs. Standing over her blond slave, Lady J spreads her legs more to allow Angel's mouth to go further down on her pussy as she nears her climax. Consequently, Lady J unknowingly or uncaringly, pulls the ends of her whip more, cutting off the oxygen for Angel. Angel doubles her efforts in eating Lady J's pussy with her life depending on giving Lady J a satisfactory orgasm. "Ohhhh, I'm so close!" Lady J exclaims. "Faster, slut. Eat me faster!" Angel sucks harder and licks faster as she possibly can as she feels her head get lighter. Fortunately for the cunt-lapping blond slave, Lady J loudly groans her gratification, savoring her orgasm. However, the whip blocking Angel's airway is still tightly around her neck. Angel begins to sees everything darken and fears she maybe at the final moments of her life. Lady J lets go of the tail end of the whip and with a twirl of the handle, the whip swiftly unravels itself from around Angel's neck, allowing her to urgently inhale. Angel collapses on the floor, choking and gasping for more air. As Angel begins to fully breathe, she manages to get on her hands and knees to crawl away from Lady J. Angel raises her head to look ahead of her to find a way to escape and sees a wide black curtain in front of her. The curtain was obviously covering an area of space in the dungeon. It could be a door, or even a glass of water behind the curtain. Angel then ponders that whatever behind could be just another torture device Lady J plans to use on her. Still, Angel endeavors to satisfy her curiosity and reaches for the curtain. Suddenly, Angel feels the agonizing pain of electricity emanating from her asshole. "Where do you think you're going?" Lady J holding down the button of a small remote for a few seconds before releasing it. The second the electric ass pain stops, Angel falls on her side to the floor again and convulses. Angel realizes that the butt plug Lady J forced in her ass is the source of her new-afflicted discomfort and recalls Lady J mentioning an electro butt plug. The clacking from the stiletto heels of Lady J's latex boots become louder for Angel as they get closer. The dog collar Angel wears is grabbed by Lady J, who forcefully pulls Angel up on to her feet. "Where you trying to get away from me, you ungrateful little whore?" Lady J interrogates. "No." Angel answers with trembling fear. Lady J pulls Angel to her until their breasts are pressed together. Angel's pussy pulsates with desire as her nipples brush against Lady J's. An effect of the Ro-Zone drug, along with sapping Angel's will to defy Lady J. "Were you trying to peek behind the curtain?" Lady J asks. "Do you want to see what's inside?" Angel notices the wicked grin on Lady J and fears the worst. "No." Angel quickly answers. "I wasn't going to look, I swear." "Oh, I think you were definitely trying to look." Lady J steps back. "So, I guess I should show you the rest of the place." Staying still, Angel watches Lady J walk to the end of the curtain and walks to the other end, pulling the curtain with her. Angel shut her eyes, dreading to discover what Lady J is willing to reveal. "Look." Lady J's voice orders. Angel braces herself as she opens her eyes to view the secret of Lady J's playhouse which is...an elegant oak wood Victorian canopy bed with white sheer curtains, a dark blue confronter over burgundy silk sheets matching the fluffy pillows. "Do you like it?" Lady J walks to Angel's side. "I needed something to relax whenever I get tired, so I got this." Lady J places her hand on Angel's back and guides her to the canopy bed, stopping near the footboard. "You want to lie in this bed, don't you? Feel your ass on the silk sheets while the blankets keep you warm and cozy?" "Yes." Angel admits. "I would like that too." Lady steps behind Angel and reaches both her arms around to roughly cup Angel's tits. "And what about me? Wouldn't you like me under the sheets with you?" Lady J says in Angel's ear. "Yes, I'd like that." Angel answers, unable to say otherwise. "Oh, I can just imagine it." Lady J says. "You lying on the bed while I ravage your pussy with my 9-inch strap-on." Angel groans as her nipples are pinched by Lady J's fingers. "I know you'd like that. You like it when I fuck you with a strap-on, don't you?" "Yes," Angel squeals. "especially with the one that vibrates." "How many times can you cum?" Lady J reaches for the narrow black silk scarves by the foot of the bed. "I don't know, a few times." Angel informs as Lady J ties one of the silk scarves to the top of the bed post on Angel's left before tying the other end to Angel's left. "I remember one night, you made me cum at least nine times before I passed out." Lady J does the same thing with Angel's right wrist and the post to her right. "I never told anyone this, not even to my boyfriend, but sometime I think about that night." Lady J ties the last two silk scarves around each of Angel's spread ankles before tying them to the bottom of the posts. "One time, when I was having sex with my boyfriend, he was on top of me and for a few seconds, I pictured it was you fucking me. I should have pushed him off me after the things you did to me, but I didn't, instead...I had a major orgasm." After Lady J finishes restraining Angel to the bed posts, she moves behind Angel. "So you thought of me while your boyfriend was fucking you." Lady J says, Reaching under her ass and lightly tickles her labia, sending jolts throughout Angel's body. "How sweet." Angel pulls at the silk scarves restraining her, knowing well how fruitless it is. Lady J slides her hands on Angel's shoulders and gently rubs them. Angel relaxes her body. "So, what do you think we should do after the sex?" Lady J inquires. "Should we cuddle, paint each other's toenails?" "I don't know." Angel answers. "Maybe you could me to your home." "Ah, really?" Lady J slides her hands from Angel's shoulder to the front of her waist. "And you start your life with me as, what? My sex slave or as my wife?" Angel says nothing, feeling the situation becoming grim. "A life that will happen when I take you to this bed and make love to you." Lady J says. "Is the right?" Angel remains silent, worried of the consequences of answering. Lady J holds the remote of the electro butt plug for Angel to see, indicting another ass-zap if she doesn't answer. "Yes." Angel answers. Lady J presses her tits on Angel's back as she speaks in her ear. "You want to hear something funny?" Lady softly speaks with another wicked smile. "I have never used this bed before. Not for sex, not even for sleeping." Angel fretfully inhales, realizing she walked into a trap. "I'm not saying this bed doesn't serve a purpose here." Lady J explains. "Usually, when I bring someone here, either for getting information or just for fun, I put them through the usual staff here as I have with you. The whips, the cuff, the cross, all made to inflict pain upon, but the bed, that sight of this bed does worse than any torture device in here. Do you know why?" "No, I don't." Angel denies. "Yes, you do." Lady J asserts. "Think." Angel pauses for a few seconds to process. "It gives them hope." Angel informs. "You show them the bed and they'll think you'll reward them with sex if they cooperate or even endure." "Correct, and as I said before, what I give you, I can take away. Same as the rest of my playmates." Lady J confirms. "You mean victims." Angel jabs. Lady J takes a step back from Angel and presses the remote. Angel immediately screams in absolute pain from another bout of electrical anal torture. Lady J waits for a few extra seconds before releasing the remote's button. Angel's legs gives out, the silk scarves tied around her wrists keep her from falling on the footboard. "Was that an act of defiance?" Lady J stomps to Angel and grabs the back of her hair to pull her head up to face her. "You forget your place too soon, slut, and I have no tolerance for a slave who talks back." "No, please, no more." Angel pleads. "I'm sorry about what I said. Please, I'll be good." Lady J takes a moment to consider if Angel will make good on her plea. She lets go of Angel's hair and takes a step back. "Are you going to be a slave?" Lady J questions. "Yes." Angel answers. The electro butt plug zaps Angel sphincter for a second but Angel screams. "'Yes' WHAT?" Lady J yells. "Yes...Mistress." Angel answers. Again, Angel has another second of electrically-induced anal pain. "That's for hesitating, whore!" Lady J scolds. "Now, again!" "Yes, Mistress." Angel sobbingly repeats as tears leaks down her face. Satisfied with her blond slave, Lady J walks behind her. She moves the blond hair aside and observes the inked angel wings on her back. "You're going to be a good little slave, are you?" Lady J questions. "Yes, Mistress." Angel replies. "Good. Now, who gave you this beautiful tattoo?" Lady J inquires. "My boyfriend." Angel answers. "No." Lady J strikes on the red and tattered cheek of Angel's ass. "Your EX-boyfriend." "My ex-boyfriend." Angel quickly answers. "What's his name?" Lady J further inquires. "Orpheus Jo..." The butt plug charges again, causing Angel to scream again before finishing the last name. "Wrong answer!" Lady yells. "Again, what's his name?" Angel begins to whimper as tries to think of an answer other than saying the name of her ex-boyfriend. "I...I...don't know how to answer." Angel snivels. "If I can say his name, I don't...know..." "Oh, I guess I have to connect the dots for you." Lady J utters. "If he's your ex-boyfriend and you're my slave now, then..." "Then...it doesn't matter with his name is because I belong to you now." Angel states. "Good girl." Lady J grins. The button of the remote is pressed again. * * * * * * Orpheus tries to open his eyes as he slowly regains consciousness, his vision is blurry and a strange pain originates from the left side of his head, like someone hit him with something hard. Orpheus tries to remember the moments before he lost consciousness and recalls leaving the bathroom after showering with Superstar. Instead of seeing his hooker friend Topaz, he finds himself standing naked in front of Matilda, a member of the Steelheads. A second later, Orpheus quickly dodges her metallic fist, instigating a fight. Armed with only a towel, Orpheus manages to wrap the towel around Matilda's cybernetic forearm and force her to collide with a wall. Orpheus was about to punch her unconscious when suddenly something hard struck him on the head. Dazed by the attack, Orpheus backs away from Matilda and the unseen assailant, assuming it to be another Steelhead, but to his shock, he sees Topaz holding a whiskey bottle like a weapon. Before Orpheus could ask why Topaz wanted to stop him from saving her from the lone Steelhead, everything turned black. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 06 Orpheus becomes more aware of his surroundings as he hears muffled female grunts next to him. His vision becomes clearer as he sees Superstar, still naked, tied down to a chair by white rope, gaged by her own panties. Orpheus finds himself tied down to the chair he's sitting on as well, gaged by the same rope restraining him. Fully awake and conscious, Orpheus turns his sight from Superstar to the sounds of moaning and slurping, which came from the bed in front of them. Orpheus's eyes widens from the shock of witnessing Matilda, naked and fervently eating Topaz's pussy below her while Topaz is eating the Steelhead's cunt as her hands caresses her ass. How hard did she hit me? Orpheus thinks, unable to believe what he's seeing, a white neo-Nazi woman with Nazi-themed tattoos and a cybernetic arm in a lesbian 69 position with a black hooker in a motel room. Orpheus then notices his cock, fully hard and standing up from his tied legs. Is that Steelhead bitch forcing Topaz? Orpheus asks himself. Topaz could never consent to having sex with that racist bitch. The cunt-lapping 69 is abruptly interrupted as Topaz forcefully pushes Matilda off her. The second Matilda rolls on the mattress, Topaz jumps up on her hands and knees, grabs Matilda's ankle to force her leg aside and attackingly plunges her black pussy to Matilda's white pussy and immediately grinds against it. Without breaking the pussy-to-pussy connection, Matilda sits up and pushes Topaz down on the mattress, allowing the Steelhead to hover over the black hooker as she rocks her hips to continue the tribbing. "You wanta cum, you black whore?" Matilda slurs. "Yeah, you Nazi cunt!" Topaz spitefully replies. "Make me cum!" Orpheus couldn't help but intensely watch his friend and his enemy scissoring as they gaze into each other's eyes with lust and maybe hate. Topaz's head falls backwards on the edge of the bed as her body trembles from the orgasm. "Oh, I'm cumming, you white trash racist!" Topaz exclaims. "I'm cumming...cumming..."Matilda is unable to make her statement from the euphoria brought on by the tribbing. Matilda lays herself down on the other side of the bed from Topaz as they catch their breaths. Topaz opens her eyes and sees Orpheus, looking at her, then spots his hard standing cock. Topaz gets off the bed and walks pass Superstar to Orpheus, still tied to his chair. "I guess an explanation is in order." Topaz says as she leans forward to face Orpheus. * * * * * * Magga keep her knees firmly on the floor as she sucks her husband's cock. The far room of the Primal Instinct Tattoo Parlor provides the privacy needed for whenever Rembrandt is in need for the occasional quickie with Magga, whither it's Rembrandt anally fucking Magga on the parlor chair, Rembrandt on the parlor chair with Magga doing a reverse-cowgirl, or in most occasions, Magga on her knees, topless giving the standing Rembrandt a blowjob. "Oh, baby, yeah." Rembrandt murmurs. "Take me to paradise." Since the age of twelve, Magga has perfected her skills of fellaito during her time as a sex slave in her home country of Thailand, a career not of her choose where she endured years of sexual, physical and emotional abuse from her various pimps. At the age of nineteen, Magga worked at a high-end brothel in downtown Bangkok where she and the other sex slaves were dressed in better clothes and worked in better surroundings, confining as they were. In less than a year, Magga became the top earner for the brothel but as the years passed, Magga got older and by the time she was in her thirties, her once-loyal clients switched to more young girls. After a lengthy beating from her pimp for not earning enough money, Magga was sold to a sex-trafficking ring which soon smuggled her with other discarded sex slaves to America. After months being confined in a shipping container, the freighter carrying them finally reached its destination. Plutopolis. Upon arrival, Magga was forced to work at a seedy brothel near the docks, where she served seamen, longshoremen and other undesirables she would never have sex with given the choose. In a few short years, Magga's luck slowly begin to change on the night she meets the man who becomes her hero and liberator, and later her husband. Rembrandt lets out a low growl as he discharges in his wife's mouth. With every burst of man seed, Magga expertly shallows until the cock she sucks softens. Magga looks up to Rembrandt, pulling her mouth from the spent penis. "Is my big ginger bear happy now?" Magga smiles. "You know I am, babe." Rembrandt smiles back, placing his cock back in his jean. Magga stands up on her feet and takes a can of Bad Wolf beer waiting for her on a nearby shelf. After taking a gulp of beer to wash the taste of semen out of her mouth, Magga hands it to Rembrandt, who accepts after zipping up his fly. "You worried about Orpheus?"Magga pulls her tube top over her DD-cup bosom. "Why would you ask that?" Rembrandt asks before drinking some of the beer. "It took longer than usual to make you cum." Magga answers. "That only happens if you're distracted about something." "I guess I'm a bit concerned about Orpheus." Rembrandt admits. "That nephew of mine really knows about to get himself into trouble." "Yes, but he also knows how to outrun trouble." Magga reassures. "That's true." Rembrandt agrees. "Hopefully, he's probably found this Angel girl by now and they're both fucking in a hotel somewhere." "It's nice that you worry about Orpheus," Magga wraps her arms around Rembrandt's waist. "but there was a time you wouldn't get distracted whenever I gave you head. I hope I'm not...losing my touch." "Baby, that can never happen. You are way too good with what you do for that to happen." Rembrandt holds Magga face with both hands. "When I first saw you at that shithole whorehouse, you were the prettiest thing there. I don't regret for a second what I had to do get you free from Rica Flores's clutches. I mean if I had to do it all again, the only thing I'd change is to make sure I don't mess up my leg saving you. As far as I'm concerned, you're still that vision of beauty that gave me the best under the table blowjob." Magga beams with joy from Rembrandt's words "You always know what to say to me." "Tell you what, Magga, you go lock the door to close up and go straight upstairs." Rembrandt lowers his hands from Magga's face to her hips, sliding down to her ass. "When I'm done cleaning up, I expect to see you buck ass naked on the bed with the ecstasy in one hand and the boner pills in the other." "Oh, Remy, you know we don't need the boner pills." Magga says, making her way to the opening. Magga is halfway to the front desk of the parlor when she sees a small group of people entering through the front door. The first one she spots is a man in a purple leather trench coat with badly styled hair, along with him is a bald man in a black leather coat, a creepy-looking man long unwashed hair, a short, slack jawed man, and a tall and tough looking brute. Magga notices that the six member of this eclectic group is a short-haired woman with black-circled eyes clutching her arms to stop herself from shivering. Although Magga finds them unsettling, Magga continue to her desk, seeing them as no threat. "Sorry, guys. We're closing up now." Magga informs. "That's okay, honey. We're not here for tattoos." Moth tells Magga, momentarily gazing at her tits. "We're looking for Orpheus Jones." "What are you looking for?" Magga asks, moving behind her desk. "Orpheus Jones." Moth repeats slightly annoyed as he standing in front of the desk. "He used to work here." "Sorry, no one by that name work here." Magga informs. "You sure you have the right place?" Moth sternly looks to Greenie. "This is the right place, right?" "Yeah, I guess." Greenie unsurely replies. "You guess?" Moth questions. "You fucking guess?" An infuriated Moth grabs Greenie by her neck and roughly pushed her to the wall behind Magga's desk, nearly causing several framed photos to fall from the impact. "If you've lead us in the wrong direction..." Moth's threat is cut short. "What the fuck's going on here?!" Rembrandt yells as he enters the scene. Moth tries not to appear intimidated as he looks at the big menacing biker near him, stepping away from Greenie but keeping a hold of her neck. "You the boss here?" Moth manages to ask in a tough tone. "Yeah, I'm the boss here." Answers Rembrandt. "What the fuck do you want?" "I'm looking for Orpheus Jones." Moth maintains his tough guy act. "Never heard of him." Rembrandt immediately replies. "Now get the fuck out of here before I throw you out." Moth begins to think his search for Orpheus is at a dead end when a framed photo on the wall near Greenie catches his eye. The photo is of Rembrandt leaning over a pool table with a cue in hand about to make a crucial shot. Standing near him holding a cue...is Orpheus. "You don't know who Orpheus Jones is?" Moth points to the photo on the wall. "There who the fuck is that?" "I guess we're gonna have to go do this the hard way then." Rembrandt steps to Moth, ready to get rough. Before Rembrandt could get near enough, Moth draws his .38 at him. "Back off, asshole!" Moth loudly warns. "I'll pop a cap in you!" Magga takes advantage of the focus everyone has on Rembrandt slowly backing away from Moth and reaches under her desk, pulling out a pump-action shotgun. The sound of the pump handle pulled back and push forward by Magga is heard as she aims the shotgun at Moth. "Put the gun down or I'll shoot your ass off with this!" Magga threatens as she walks towards Moth. Suddenly, Oxy-Mo charges at Magga, grabs the shotgun with one hand and pulls it upward. Magga struggles to free her firearm from Oxy-Mo's strong grip but accidently fires and hits the ceiling. Greenie screams as she covers her ears and collapses on the floor. Still holding the shotgun, Oxy-Mo gives a swift uppercut to Magga's stomach, knocking the wind out of her as she falls to the floor. "MAGGA!!!" Rembrandt yells with rage from the assault on his beloved wife, wanting the tear apart Oxy-Mo, starting with the arm he hit her with. But that action is ceased as Moth fires two shoots at Rembrandt's upper right leg, causing him to fall forward and nearly colliding with the dodging Moth, landing on the floor hard. "Not so fucking tough now, are you, asshole?" Moth yells at the downed Rembrandt, delivering a kick to his side. Pin and Zippy hurries to Moth's aide, pointing their guns at Rembrandt while Oxy-Mo lifts Magga off the floor by her neck and forces her over the desk with Zane picking up the shotgun. Moth looks to Greenie crouched on the floor, her hands still over her ears and her eyes tightly shut, whimpering incoherently. Blood from Rembrandt's gunshot wounds begins to pool around his leg as Rembrandt tries to push himself off the floor. Moth puts his knee to Rembrandt's back, keeping him from rising. "Zippy, don't just stand there looking stupid." Moth orders. "Lock the door and put up the closed sigh." Moth lowers himself over Rembrandt, holding the photo of Rembrandt and Orpheus in front of the biker's face. "You're gonna tell me where I can find the guy in this photo..." "Or what, fuck face?" Rembrandt interrupts. "You think you can torture me to talk? Good luck." "Think you're such a tough guy, don't cha?" Moth presses his knee harder on Rembrandt's back. "I'll bet it would take me all night to get you to spill." "There's not enough time in the world for you to make me talk." Rembrandt informs. "Yeah, what about her?" Moth points his gun to Magga. "Is she as tough as you?" Rembrandt goes quiet as he watches his wife hunched over her desk held her down by her neck by Oxy-Mo. The sight becomes more unbearable for Rembrandt to watch as he notices Oxy-Mo molesting Magga's ass by his other hand. With the side of Magga's head on the surface of her desk, she manages to lock eyes with husband. Rembrandt sees the look of fear and pain in Magga's face. "Don't tell that fucker anything!" Magga yells. "He'll... Magga statement is cut short when Oxy-Mo quickly lifts her head off the desk and slams it back down hard, knocking her out. "YOU FUCKER!!!" Rembrandt yells. Moth presses the barrel of his gun on Rembrandt's face, discouraging the biker from any more defiance. "I guess we have a bargaining chip now." Moth says. * * * * * * "Scream and I'll snap your scrawny neck like it's a popsicle stick." Matilda warns with her metallic hand around Superstar's neck. "You get me?" The bound and gagged Superstar nods her head to Matilda, not wanting to incur the blond Steelhead's wraith. Matilda lets go of the bright red-haired girl's neck and pulls out the bunched-up panties in her mouth. As Superstar gasps for air, she looks to Orpheus tied to the chair next to hers with Topaz bobbing her head up and down, giving him a blow job. Even in his current situation, Orpheus is unable to deny the pleasures from Topaz's skilled mouth around his cock, hard and standing from watching Topaz having lesbian sex with Matilda. "It's not often I get to watch her work." Says Matilda as she begins untying Superstar. "One time, I watched her blow a trucker. Get me so hot, I had to rub one out." With Superstar completely free from her restraints, Matilda takes Superstar by her chin with her metal hand and gently guides her to stand up. "Here's how it goes, honey." Matilda states. "You try to run, I'll kill you. You don't do what I tell you, I'll kill you. Understood?" "Sure." Superstar agrees with a smile. "I mean, it really got me hot watching the two of you go at it. I was hoping I'd get to join in on the fun. Y'know, just us girls." "You've sleep with girls before." Matilda questions, withdrawing her hand. "After I'm done fucking them, yes." Superstar answers, sliding her hand up Matilda left arm, admiring the AK-47 tattoo. "I've always thought tattoos were so sexy." Superstar's other hand slides up Matilda's cybernetic arm. "But this...this is something I can get into." With Superstar's hands on Matilda's shoulders, the stripper leans forward to kiss the lips of the neo-Nazi. Matilda smiles at Superstar. "You know, you remind me of someone I knew at Greer Women's Correctional." Matilda takes Superstar's hand and walks her to the cock-sucking Topaz. "Some dumb bitch in on a DUI, killed three people. We all thought she wouldn't last a week but she managed." Matilda sits on the edge of the bed near Topaz and guides Superstar to stop in front of her, between her parted legs. "You ever did time at Greer?" Matilda asks. "No." Superstar answers. "You know what a sweet-looking, petite thing like you should on her first day at a women's prison?" Superstar shakes her head. "Same thing that new girl did, find the toughest board there and eat her pussy." Matilda instructs. "Don't even say hi or give her your name. If she comes up to you in the showers, just get on your knees and go down on her." With a stern look at Superstar, Matilda leans back on her elbows, pointing her at her shaved mound. Understanding the reason of Matilda's advice, Superstar sets her knees on the carpeted floor and begins to perform oral sex on Matilda. Orpheus can't help but watch Superstar going down on Matilda, immediately enjoying the stripper's mouth on her cunt. Orpheus lets out a mild grunt as he feels a sudden twinge of pleasure, he looks down at Topaz sucking his cock. Topaz gazes up at Orpheus as she pulls her mouth from the hard member and strokes it with her hand while licking his scrodum, pleasuring Orpheus more. "Why are you doing this?" Orpheus questions Topaz. "You were getting hard watching me and Matilda going at it..." "I meant why are you fucking that racist cunt." Orpheus specifies. Instead of answering, Topaz plunges her mouth to Orpheus's cock and rapidly sucks on it. Orpheus groans as he feels his rod nearing an intensely blissful ejaculation. "Oh, god. How I love to watch her work." Matilda leans back. "AAAAAGGGGGHH!!!" Orpheus knocks his head back as his polished spear discharges its semen down Topaz's throat. "What's taking you so long?" Matilda asks Superstar as she grabs the back of the stripper's head with her metal hand, forcing her mouth deeper in the Steelhead's cunt. "In prison, I would have shived you by now for not getting me off." After Topaz frees Orpheus's spent cock from her mouth, the hooker takes her damp towel from the table and wipes the cum and saliva clean from his member and upper thighs. Orpheus raises his head as Topaz stands up. She avoids looking at Orpheus as she takes the bottle of whisky from the table and takes a gulp to wash down the taste of semen in her mouth. Even though Orpheus is silent, Topaz can feel the disapproving stare coming from him. She knows if she looks at him, Orpheus will see the expression of shame and guilt resonating inside her. "I asked you a question before I came in your mouth." Orpheus speaks out. "Why are you fucking that Nazi?" Topaz takes another drink of whisky. "How long has this been going on?" "A few weeks after you left." Topaz turns to face Orpheus. "I was still messed up about what happened to The Dude and the Anarchists." "Hey, I can understand you were grieving. I've been there." Orpheus states. "I can understand you going to some bar and have a few drinks to dull the pain. Maybe even bring a guy home, which is fine. Bring a chick home, even better. Anything to help you deal with loss you've been through." Orpheus pauses to take a breath. "But having a lesbian affair with a woman who also a member of the gang that killed your lover and his friends? That's a whole new level of fucked up." "I had nothing to do with that." Matilda interjects. "I was in prison at the time." "So you two are lovers now?" Orpheus questions. "No, we're not lovers." Matilda declares. "We're not girlfriends or friends of any kind. We just get together once in a while for some hot girl-on-girl hate-sex." Matilda props herself on her elbow to look at Orpheus, tied to his chair. "And I got to tell you, she does not disappoint when it comes to sex. I mean her tongue alone made me cum more than Stomper's dick even did." "You're fucking the girlfriend of the leader of the Steelheads." Orpheus says Topaz. "This just keeps get better." "Shut him up before I do." Matilda tells Topaz as she lays back on the bed to savor the pleasures from Superstar's tongue playing with her clit. Topaz steps in front of Orpheus, leaning forward to be face-to-face with him. "Listen Orpheus, do you understand what would happen if word got out about me and Matilda?" Topaz tries to reason. "If the BSBA knew? If the Steelheads knew? It be the end of us." Orpheus turns his head away and says nothing for a moment. "I know you remember the time you shared with The Dude, so I won't bother reminding of how much you two loved each other." Orpheus looks to Topaz. "So, I'll remind you of the rest of the Anarchists, like Ajax, the guy you knew since kindergarten and was the one who introduced you to The Dude. Or how about Dizzy? When he was at the hospital you worked at to get his appendix removed and you helped him through being all alone on his first night by having sex with him. Or Airgirl and that night you two were clubbing and no one heard from either of you for three days and when you did come back, you both had those ridiculous smiles and wouldn't say when you two been. How about Sprinter and the times he couldn't help stare at your tits, until you..." "Enough!" yells Matilda. With a push from the cybernetic arm, Superstar is flung from her kneeling position and falls on the floor next to Orpheus's chair. An infuriated Matilda jumps off the bed and walks to Orpheus and Topaz. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 06 "Your whining is killing my mood." Matilda tells Orpheus before looking to Topaz. "And what makes you think we can trust him? Because we let him watch us fuck?" "No, because he's my friend." Topaz informs. "He just needs to understand why he had to keep all this secret." "Hey, girls, I promise I won't tell anyone." Superstar interjects, still on the floor. "I know what it's like to have an affair and wanting to keep it a secret. In high school, I was sleeping with the art teacher and I didn't want anyone to know about it, especially my algebra teacher because I was seeing him..." "Shut the fuck up!" Matilda yells at Superstar. "Listen, Orpheus," Topaz pleads. "I know that you don't exactly approve about me and Matilda but..." "Topaz," Orpheus interrupts. "If I told anyone you were sleeping with a Steelhead, even a female Steelhead, who would believe me?" "So you'll keep quiet about this?" Matilda assertively questions. "About me and Topaz?" "Yeah, but don't think this changes anything between us, Steelhead." Orpheus begrudgingly says. "Next time you come after me in the streets, don't expect any kid gloves." "How about I rip your fucking balls off and watch you bleed to death!" Matilda threatens as she moves to Orpheus, flexing the digits of her cybernetic hand. "Stop it." Topaz steps in front of Matilda and with both hands on the Steelhead's shoulders, forcefully guides her a few steps away from Orpheus. "You heard him, he's not gonna squeal on us." "I can't risk it." Matilda turns and walks to the bedside drawer. "We both can't." Matilda's metal hand pulls open the drawer and with her flesh and bone hand pulls out a Mark I Desert Eagle gun. "What's that for?" Topaz can't help but ask. "What do ya think?" Matilda turns to face Topaz. "Get this straight, this thing between us was never going to last. I mean if Stomper ever found out what we've been doing her, he would fucking lose it. He'd probably shoot us on sight and that's our best case scenario. Wanta know what our worst case scenario is? Because I should don't want to." "Then let's leave town." Topaz suggests. "To where? San Francisco?" Matilda rhetorically asks. "Where we can get a house and adopt some kids and live the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders?" Matilda steps closer to Topaz, almost close enough for their expose nipples to touch. "I'm not leaving the Steelheads and I'm not leaving Plutopolis. Certainly not for some whore and her nosy friends." "You're not gonna kill Orpheus." Topaz asserts. "Oh, you're right about that." Matilda states. "I'm not the one who's gonna kill him." Topaz's wrist is quickly grabbed by Matilda's metallic hand, the gun is slapped into Topaz's hand by Matilda's other hand. As Matilda forces Topaz's fingers around the gun handle, Matilda roughly turns the black hooker around to face Orpheus and Superstar. "You are." Matilda says in Topaz's ear. "Me?" Topaz looks at the gun in her shaking hand. "This is your mess." Matilda says. "You let him follow you here, so you have to clean it up." "Kill...Orpheus?" Topaz's hand shakes more. "There has to be another way." "No, there isn't." Matilda softly declares as her metal hand on Topaz's arm gently slides up to her shoulder and to her neck. Topaz feels the metal of Matilda's fingers slowly wrap around her neck. "If you point that gun anywhere other than at Orpheus, I'll break your fucking neck." Matilda threatens. "Two people are gonna die here tonight, it can easily be three." "Hey, wait a minute." Superstar speaks out. "I said I promised not to tell." "Shut the fuck up." Matilda orders. Orpheus watches Topaz lift the gun, steadying it with both hands. "Topaz...?" Orpheus tries to say. "Sorry, honey." Topaz aims as best as she can with eyes beginning to tear. "You should have stayed in Lakeside." Topaz pulls the trigger. * * * * * * Walking through the back parking lot of the Sunnyside Motel, SpiderBat spots the blue Challenger he commandeered earlier and later gave to Orpheus. The super-vigilante surveys the rooms, trying to recall which of the numbered doors Orpheus's hooker friend entered. Upon discovering Room 111, SpiderBat make his way to meet with Orpheus, even if it's to report he failed to find Moth. SpiderBat is halfway to the room, when he wonders if maybe there's no rush to give bad news to Orpheus tonight, especially since he's in a motel room with a stripper and a hooker. Surely, it could wait until morning. BANG!!! A load gunshot is heard from Room 111. * * * * * * I'm alive? Orpheus thinks, eyes tightly closed. Orpheus opens his eyes and looks behind him to the sound of spanks and sees the TV and the smoking bullet hole in the screen. "Where the fuck did you learn how to shoot?" Matilda yells, releasing her hold on Topaz's neck. "It's not like all black people know how to fire a gun." Topaz snaps back. Matilda snatches the gun from Topaz a second before her cybernetic arm grabs Topaz's arm and with a mechanically-enhanced pull then push, Topaz collides with a wall, causing her to semi-consciously slide down to the floor. "You want someone killed, you just gotta do it yourself." Matilda utters, raising the gun to Orpheus. The window explodes with fragments of broken glass as SpiderBat crashes through with feet first. The second SpiderBat superbly lands on the bed, Matilda turns her gun to the window-crashing intruder but the gun is knocked off of her flesh and bone hand with by a swift reverse-roundhouse kick from SpiderBat. Matilda takes a few steps from SpiderBat as he steps off the bed. "I gonna knock your fucking head off!" Matilda charges at SpiderBat. The enraged naked Steelhead thrusts her metal fist to her enemy's masked face only to miss as SpiderBat easily dodges her punch and quickly send his knee to Matilda's stomach, follow by a fast and loud punch to her face. Matilda plummets on the bedside drawer, crushing the lamp with her metal arm before falling on the floor unconscious. "Don't move or I'll shoot." Superstar yells as she stands up off the floor, aiming the gun at Topaz, still on the floor and moving to the wall. SpiderBat faces Superstar, pondering if she's a threat to him and Orpheus now that has a gun, but is distracted by the sight of the unclothed, bright red-haired stripper wielding the Desert Eagle with both hands, standing with both feet apart. A very arousing sight for both SpiderBat and Orpheus. "She was gonna make a move for the gun, but I got it first." Superstar looks to SpiderBat. "Go free Orpheus, I got this." SpiderBat does a scan of Topaz, naked and curling up on the floor with her back to the wall, then to Matilda, lying naked of the floor, still unconscious, before moving to Orpheus and the chair he's tied to. "You really know how to make an entrance." Orpheus says. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble." SpiderBat stand in front of Orpheus, drawing out a folded butterfly knife. In his skilled hand, the latch on the handle is released allowing the two halves of the handle to pivot and reveal the blade as they rejoin to become a complete handle for the knife in a second. With each stroke, the knife speedily cuts through the ropes tied to Orpheus's arms and legs, finally freeing him. SpiderBat steps back to let Orpheus stand up from the chair. Orpheus spots his clothes gathered on the table next to Superstar's and reaches for his jeans. SpiderBat shifts his vision back to the three naked women at the other side of the room. "Mind you," SpiderBat adds. "It seems like the kind of trouble most guys would like to get in." "They can have it." Orpheus replies as he hurryingly put on his jeans. "We gotta get outta here." Orpheus grabs his remaining clothes and shoes. "This much noise, the police are bound to come." "Let's go then." SpiderBat paces to the door and opens it. After a quick look around, he signals all clear. Orpheus tosses SpiderBat the keys to the Challenger. SpiderBat grabs them before leaving the room with Orpheus following. "Orpheus, wait." Topaz calls out, stopping Orpheus as he near the doorway. Orpheus looks to Topaz, ashamed and guilt-ridden, trying to give an apology, a confession or a warning, couldn't find to the words. "Superstar, let's go." Orpheus exclaims before leaving. Superstar keeps her new gun on Topaz and Matilda as she scampers to her clothes on the table. She drapes her zebra-print leather coat over her shoulder, gathering and holding her clothes with one arm. Superstar backs to the door with her gun still on Topaz as she stands up, leaning against the wall. "I am SO gonna tell." Superstar announces before dashing out the doorway. * * * * * * Magga struggles to free her hands as Zippy wraps a roll of gauze around her wrists to tie them to the headrest of the fully reclined parlor chair she is forced to lay on. Keeping her legs free also proves a waste of effort as Zane keeps her legs still by forcing her ankles together under his arm long enough to pull down her low-cut jeans, revealing her shaved mound and legs. "Stop it, you fucking creeps!" Magga yells. Pin and Oxy Mo carries the wounded Rembrandt by his arms into the room and throws him to the floor near the chair. Landing on his front, Rembrandt can only push himself up enough to helplessly watch Zippy force the remaining roll of gauze in Magga's mouth before pulling down her tube top, exposing her DD tits. "Don't you fucking touch my wife!" Rembrandt threatens. "What? Like this?" Zippy grins with sinister smugness as he clutches one of Magga's tits. Moth enters the room holding Greenie by her arm, still holding his gun. "Stay." Moth says to Greenie as he guides her to a nearby stool for her to sit on. "Go have some fun, guys." Moth says to Pin and Oxy Mo as he passes them to walk to Rembrandt. Rembrandt's rage grows as he witnesses Zane successfully pull off Magga's jeans from her legs, leaving her naked on the chair, surrounded by four would-be rapists. Moth's foot to Rembrandt's arm roughly rolls the biker on his back to the floor. Looking up, Rembrandt sees Moth step into his view, aiming his gun at him. "I'm only gonna ask this one more time and you better answer." Moth squats down. "Where is Orpheus Jones?" "Do you know who you're messing with, asshole?" Rembrandt yells, not giving into fear. "Some tattoo artist and his slant-eyed wife." Moth replies. "Try the Unholy Riders, fucker." Rembrandt raises his torso off the floor. "When they find out what you did to one of their own, they're gonna fuck up you and boys so bad, you'll beg for death." "Yeah?" Agitated Moth asks through his teeth as he quickly stands up and aims his gun at Rembrandt's chest. "Who's gonna them?" Magga screams through her gauze-jammed mouth as she watches her husband take three shots to the chest. "SHUT HER THE FUCK UP!!!" Moth yells. Oxy Mo hurries to Magga to deliver a punch to her face, knocking her out and silencing her screaming. Hearing the sound of running, Moth looks to the empty stool where Greenie should be sitting. "Fuck!" Moth runs out of the room and spots Greenie running past the rooms to the front door. "Stop, you junkie!" Moth loudly warns, raising his gun to the fleeing drug addict. Greenie stops near the waiting area, but instead of surrendering, she throws a fire-vial at Moth. The fire-vial shatters on the floor near Moth, immediately igniting fire. Moth backs away from the spreading flames as Greenie makes it to the door, unlocks it and runs out into the streets outside. Wondering how Greenie got ahold of a fire-vial, Moth checks his coat pocket for the one he took from Greenie after he's run-in with the Zeds, and finds it gone. That junkie bitch must have lifted from me. Moth thinks. Pin and Zane runs out to Moth with their guns out as Moth continues to back away from the increasing fire. "Where'd she go?" Pin questions. "She went out to get pizza." Moth sarcastically answers. "What do ya think, stupid, the bitch took off. She must have one of those fire-glass tube thingies hidden on her until she found the right time to ditch us." "Back door." Pin turns and runs from the fire. Zane is about to follow Pin when Moth grabs his arm. "Do you still have those fire-tubes?" Moth asks Zane. "Yeah." Zane reaches in his jacket pocket and holds out four fire-vials. "Throw them." Moth orders. "We have to make it look like the Zeds were here." As Zane begins to toss the fire-vials one-by-one, Moth hurries to the room he left the rest of his crew and their naked Thai prisoner, where he finds Zippy and Oxy Mo stands over the still unconscious Magga. "The fuck you idiots waiting for?" Moth yells. "We're leaving." "What about her?" Zippy points to Magga. "We're taking her with us." Moth answers. "We've just traded up ourselves a new sex slave." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 07 CHAPTER SEVEN "NOTHING SACRED" A few months ago... Orpheus and Gil enter the diner of the Lakeside Gas and Grill, instantly appreciating the cool environment caused by the diner's air conditioner after enduring the hot summer sun all morning. Though only four tables are occupied by customers, the mechanics make their way to their usual stools at the counter. Behind the counter stands a woman in mid-forties dressed in her pink waitress's uniform with her long light-brown hair clipped back and a rose tattoo with long stems on her left arm. "Hey, Jackie." Greets Gil. "The usual, Gil?" Jackie asks. "Please." Gil answers in monotone as he takes his seat. Orpheus Sits at the stool next to Gil when he notices Angel in her blue maid's uniform, standing at one of the berths with a glass coffee pot pouring coffee for a burly trucker after handing him the blue plate special of meatloaf, mash potatoes and assorted veggies. "Is Angel working here now?" Orpheus questions, looking to Jackie. "Mindy's late and I needed help with the lunch crowd." Jackie answers. "Luckily, Angel come over waiting for you and offered to help, and she's been a god sent." Orpheus turns his sight back to Angel, who is walking to her boyfriend, looking at him with a warm smile. Orpheus feels his day become slightly brighter. "So, how's the new job?" Orpheus asks. "Okay." Angel stops next to Orpheus. "Most of the customers just order the blue plate special." "Let me guess, only the male customers ordered the blue plate special?" Orpheus inquires. Angel takes a moment to recall. "Yeah." "And on your recommendation?" "Well, yeah." Angel answers with a slightly guilty grin. "But, in my defense, no one's complained about the meatloaf." "Someone gonna complain about the service if I don't get some coffee." Gil declares, holding up an empty coffee cup. "Hang on." Orpheus stands up from his stool in front of Angel before she has a chance to take the coffee pot she still holds to Gil. "Just so there's no further misunderstanding with the customers." Orpheus plants a kiss on Angel for everyone in the diner to see. Other than Gil and Jackie observing the two lovers, the trucker watches for a few seconds then goes back to his lunch, the middle-age man temporally ogles at the couple before turning his focus to his wife, and a priest with thinning black hair wearing glasses, sitting at a berth near Orpheus and Angel, watching with rising contempt. "Don't let me interrupt." Jackie says as she reaches for the coffee pot and delicately takes it from Angel. Jackie moves to Gil and pours in his awaiting cup. "Aw, young love." Jackie looks to the still-kissing couple. "Makes you want to fall in love yourself." "Or take up drinking again." Gil drops four sugar cubes in his coffee, looks at Orpheus and Angel for a second, then looks at Jackie. "Y'know, I'd tell these two to get a room but since there's a motel across the road, that may not be a good idea." Gil leans back and faces the amorous pair. "Especially since one of them has to take that trip to the auto yard to strip for parts." Finally, the kissing stops and Orpheus and Angel resume breathing. "Do you mean me, Gil?" Angel asks, obviously joking. "I'd like to help but I've got enough to do here and at the motel. Plus, I don't know much about cars, or how to strip them for parts." "Is that what he was telling us?" Orpheus asks, joking as well. "I thought he was telling us to go to the motel so I could strip you and check out your parts." A ding from the cook's desk bell signals Jackie to pick up two blue plate specials for the two male beach-goers quickly. "Angel, could you see if table five wants to order anything else or pay his check?" Jackie hands a check to Angel. "Sure." Angel complies. "Table five...that's...?" "The one with the priest." Jackie instructs. "Be back in a moment." Angel blows a kiss to Orpheus as she walk away. Orpheus watches Angel walk away as he sits back on his stool, he can't help but notice the non-smiling face of the priest sitting at the berth Angel approaches but dismisses it, turning his attention to the menu to decide what to have for lunch. "Hi, how is everything?" Angel smiles, stopping at the berth. "Disgusting." The priest faces Angel with an unfriendly look. "I'm sorry, was the meatloaf not good?" Angel asks. "I'm not talking about the meatloaf." The priest sullenly says. "I'm talking about that shameless display of lust back there. Have you no sense of decency?" "I'm sorry, my boyfriend did that..." Angel tries to reason. "I'm not talking about what your boyfriend did, I'm talking about what you've done." The priest interrupts. "I've been watching you, child. Shamelessly flaunting your feminine wiles to the men here, for what? Tips?" "I don't even work here." Angel explains. "And by the way, he kissed me." "Yes, and thank the Almighty the situation didn't become worse." The irate priest begins to wag his finger to Angel. "You don't see it, do you, you ignorant tralup. A girl like you needs to practice chastity, abstinence and more importantly, modesty. Not behave like the Whore of Babylon as you have obviously..." The priest's self-righteous rant is abruptly ceased as his face is struck by the open hand of an enraged Angel. The slap is heard throughout the diner, bringing all eyes, including Orpheus's, to Angel and the shocked priest, nursing his face. Angel stands silently. "I don't know why you think you have the right to speak to me or any other woman like that and I don't care." Angel slams the check on the table in front of the priest. "Pay the check, leave, never come back here. In that order." Angel turns and takes two steps before stopping and turns to the priest. "And next time you want to preach to me about morals and chastity and all that religious bullshit, do it without staring at my tits." Angel resumes her departing, trying to compose herself. Orpheus stands up to give comfort to his lover, but Angel walks pass his open arm, walking behind the counter and proceeding to the door leading to the kitchen. Orpheus gazes at the priest with simmering anger, clutching his fist. Before Orpheus could walk over to the priest, Jackie takes a firm hold of his shoulder. "You should go check on Angel." Suggests Jackie. "I'll take care of the Bible-thumper." As much as Orpheus wants to drag the misogynist priest out of the diner and have a theological debate with the use of his fists, he decides to follow Jackie's advice and proceeds to the kitchen, still watching the priest until he pushes the door. Entering the kitchen, the cook Mel, a bald, heavyset man in his sixties in a white apron over his sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts thumbs to Orpheus to open door leading outside. Orpheus continues to the door and walks to the Field of Eyesores behind the diner, thick clouds covering the sweltering sun makes things a bit comfortable for Orpheus as he walks pass the rusted, abandoned cars and finds Angel leaning against the back of the derelict van at the far end of the field. "You okay?" Orpheus asks as he nears Angel. Angel says nothing as Orpheus walks next to her. "Fucking priests!" An angry Angel throws her fist backwards to the van's door as she stands up and paces a few steps from the van. Orpheus stops, surprised by this side of Angel he's never seen before but keeps his cool demeanor. "Just a bunch of old men under the delusion that they're emissaries of God." Angel turns to face Orpheus. "It's pathetic really, not just the priests but people they con as they twist the scriptures to suit they own needs like telling them who they should hate, who they should kill, who they should go to war with, and this just want to do in plain sight, what they do behind closed doors is just as sickening." Knowing that he doesn't have the means to begin a theological debate with his girlfriend, Orpheus cautiously walks to Angel. "I mean if people ever see, and I mean really see, the whole grand scheme of it all, they would lose their fucking minds and then..." Angel ceases her ranting as Orpheus nears her with open arms. Angel tries a step back but Orpheus grabs her arms and pulls her to him. Angel looks at the stern but calm expression of Orpheus and tries to calm her down. Angel rests her head on her lover's shoulder as she wraps her arms around his waist and the two lovers silently embrace each other. "Fucking priests." Angel sighs. * * * * * * "Where's my top?" Superstar asks herself. Superstar looks around the entire backseat of Tiny's Challenger, which served as a dressing room for the stripper since escaping the incident with Matilda and Topaz at the Sunnyside Motel. After running from the motel, running through the back alleys until reaching the car park in a dark, unoccupied driveway while naked along with the also-naked Orpheus and the fully-clothed super-vigilante SpiderBat who saved them, Superstar's sudden stint of modesty gives her cause to don her clothes in the privacy of the car, where she unbundles her clothes to she hurryingly gathered. She finds and immediately puts her pink panties, followed by her black short skirt and white low-heel shoes, but when she searched the pile of clothes for her vermillion backless halter top, all she could find is her zebra-print leather jacket and the Desert Eagle gun she took from Matilda. Superstar concludes she must have left it at the motel room, as much as she liked that particular top she chooses not to risk anymore danger by retrieving it. Superstar puts on her leather jacket to at least appeared appropriately dressed, before zipping up, she tucks the gun she stolen under the waistband of her skirt behind her, then pulls the zipper up, but not all the way. Superstar maneuvers herself pass the reclined passenger's seat and exits the car through the passenger side door. Out of the car, Superstar notices Orpheus by the trunk, wearing his jeans and shoes before sliding his sleeveless shirt down his firm torso. She walks over to Orpheus at the end of the Challenger where she notices SpiderBat standing near him with his arms crossed. Completely dressed, Orpheus unlocks and opens the trunk and haunches over to pull the box of Angel's items he retrieved at the Hotel Carmen. "Don't you think you're grasping at straws?" SpiderBat leans over. "Since you couldn't find Moth, I don't see any other options." Orpheus says as he dumps of the contents of the box on floor of the trunk. "Maybe I can find a clue where's Angel's been since coming to Plutopolis." Orpheus rummages through Angel's clothes when Superstar spots the brown-covered Bible. "Is this hers"? Superstar picks up the Bible. "No." Orpheus quickly dismisses. "The maid must have put that in the box by mistake." "You're sure it's not hers?" Superstar asks, thumbing through the pages. Orpheus stands up and faces Superstar. "You may not know this, but hotels like the Carmen carry the Bible." "Hotels like the Carmen carry the Gideon Bible." Superstar condescendingly corrects. "This is the King James Bible." "Was your girlfriend religious?" Asks SpiderBat. "Not that she told me." Orpheus answers. "I know she's not too fond of priests. Don't ask me why." "So why would your non-religious girlfriend have a copy of the King James Bible?" SpiderBat questions. "Well, there's one place you can go to find out." Superstar holds out the Bible to Orpheus with the front cover opened to the first page. PROPERTY OF ST. VINCENT'S CATHEDRAL stamped on the back of the cover is first thing Orpheus reads. "St. Vincent's? On Dumas Street?" Orpheus asks. "Good enough lead, I guess." Orpheus takes the King James Bible from Superstar. "Thank you." "We should be looking for Moth instead." Suggests SpiderBat. "Well, you two don't need me anymore," Superstar backs away. "and I sure as hell don't need either of you, so adios and thanks for memories." "Hang on a minute." Orpheus turns to Superstar. "Do you know where Moth lives?" "I know he lives in East Rutberg." Superstar answers. "I never been at his place but I'm sure it's a real shithole." "That doesn't help narrow things down since East Rutberg is twenty blocks of shitholes." SpiderBat comments. "Didn't you say you and Moth are both from Chaykin?" Orpheus inquires. "No, I run into Moth in Chaykin, where Pin lives." Superstar clarifies. "Pin?" asks Orpheus. "The bald-headed guy you hit with a pool cue." SpiderBat informs. "If we find him, we can find Moth." "And Angel." Orpheus adds. "Okay, I'll give you Pin's address." Superstar continues to back away. "He lives in one of the row houses on Mariposa Avenue with his mother." "Which you will take us to." SpiderBat affirms as he walks to Superstar. "Hey, fuck that." Superstar stops. "I've had enough excitement for one night, I'm done." "You're done when I say you're done." SpiderBat asserts. "Don't think that gun you get hidden under your jacket gives you a pass." Superstar backs into a wall as the super-vigilante continues to approach her, she reaches behind and under her jacket, pulling out the gun. "Back off, you masked mental case!" warns Superstar. SpiderBat stops when the stripper aims her gun at him at close range. Orpheus stands ready to help SpiderBat but is hesitant on how without the risk of getting himself or his costumed friend shot. "I don't like guns pointed in my face." SpiderBat states with a warning tone. "So back the fuck away." Superstar threatens, keeping the gun on SpiderBat. "You might dress like some comic book hero but you're not bulletproof." "No, I'm not bulletproof." SpiderBat admits. In a split second, the gun is swiftly snatched out of Superstar's hand. Both Superstar and Orpheus are surprised by this as they gaze with amazement at SpiderBat holding up the Desert Eagle firearm. "I don't need to be." SpiderBat says. SpiderBat grabs Superstar's arm and forcefully tows her as he walks back to Orpheus and the car. "Dude, you gotta teach that move." Orpheus exuberantly says. "Maybe later." SpiderBat replies, pulling Superstar to walk faster. "Okay, I'll go." Superstar yields. "Just don't put me in the trunk again." SpiderBat grabs Superstar and lifts her off the ground, heading to the trunk of the car. Orpheus steps aside as SpiderBat tosses Superstar inside the trunk before she even had the chance to struggle to free herself. "Stay quiet or I'll drive this car into the Eastman River." SpiderBat threatens before slamming the lid of the trunk shut. As unsettling it was for Orpheus to witness SpiderBat's rough treatment of Superstar as well of the super-vigilante's over the line brutality, he reminds himself in his mission to find Angel, it will help him with SpiderBat working with him than against him. "If we take the Rutberg-Westward Expressway, we can get to Chaykin in less than an hour." SpiderBat suggests. Orpheus pauses momentarily. "Actually, you should go to Chaykin." Orpheus hands the car keys to SpiderBat. "I'm going to St. Vincent's." "Why?" asks SpiderBat. "Because she has a Bible? All that proves is that she was there before Moth got her." "But why was she there?" Orpheus rhetorically asks. "Look, I know this seems crazy but I need to know what was her business there. Maybe she was there to become a nun or maybe just to tell off the priest that may have took a ruler to her knuckles as a kid. I know it's not much of a lead, but I've gotten this far on less." "It's your time to waste." SpiderBat accepts the keys. "Listen, after you find Moth, let Superstar go." Orpheus proposes. "She's been through enough." "Agreed." SpiderBat concurs. "But I'm not giving back the gun." "Agreed." Orpheus concurs. "I'll wait for you at St. Vincent's." "We should rendezvous somewhere else." SpiderBat suggests. "Knowing you, you'll have all the priests and nuns over there wanting to crucify you." Orpheus gives a sarcastic smile. "So what do you suggest? Where should we meet?" "The Forbidden Zone." SpiderBat recommends. Orpheus pauses. "Sure, good enough place as any." Without further word, Orpheus and SpiderBat part ways in opposite directions of the driveway. SpiderBat enters the Challenger with Superstar safely contained in the trunk while Orpheus tucks the King James Bible in the waistline of his jeans behind him. Orpheus takes out his ski cap and goggles from his pocket and pulls the cap over his head. SpiderBat turns the ignition on and reeves the engine several times before slamming his foot on the accelerator. At that moment, Orpheus pulls his goggles over his eyes as he dashes down the driveway. At high speed, SpiderBat drives the Challenger to the end of the driveway, where the tires loudly screeches as the car turns and zooms down the street. Orpheus vaults onto a garbage bin, flings himself to a metal ladder of a fire escape, climbs up the steps until reaching the top platform, where he jumps on the rail and springs himself to the edge of the building's roof and quickly climbs up. On the roof, Orpheus runs across to the other side of the building and spots the blue line el train coming down the rail bridge over Ellison Avenue in his direction, he rushes to the stone lion at the corner of the building and leaps off it. Orpheus remains focused as gravity takes hold of him as the el train changes under him and makes a successful landing the roof of the train. Orpheus crouches downs to secure himself as the el train proceeds on the rail bridge over the Eastman River. * * * * * * Detective Greg Garbus departs from his car, parked half a block away from the charred remains of the Primal Instinct tattoo parlor. Garbus walks to the cordoned off area as the last truck of the Plutopolis Fire Department drives off, leaving only two uniformed officers of the Plutopolis Metropolitan Police to control the already disbursing crowd of spectators. Garbus drinks the last of his coffee from its paper cup, dropping it on the sidewalk. The middle-aged detective wipes the coffee left on his thick mustache off and adjusts his wire framed glasses to survey the fire damaged shop where one of the uniformed cops, a black man in his late twenties stands near. "Detective Garbus, 12th Precinct." Garbus holds out his badge as he walks pass the black cop without even looking at him and stops at what used to be the front door. "I know, Garbus." The annoyed cop says. "I'm the one that called you. Remember?" Garbus looks the officer directly. "Oh, right. Officer Moore." "Yeah, also from the 12th Precinct." Officer Moore curtly reminds. "So, any bodies?" Garbus inquires. "One. We think it's the owner." Moore informs. "A guy named Rembrandt, member of..." "Member of the Unholy Riders." Garbus finishes. "They've probably caught wind of this by now and are on their way over here looking for answers. Do we have any leads?" "We have a suspect." Moore claims. "We wanted to wait for you before calling it in." Garbus follows Moore to his squad car near the parlor where a uniformed cop with short trimmed brown hair and a goatee leans on. "Gibbons, let her out." Moore calls out. "When I examined the crime scene I found those little glass vials the Zeds use as fire bombs but not before we found one of them fleeing the scene." "So the Zeds did this?" Garbus questions disbelievingly. "That was our first thought," Moore answers. "but when we questioned the suspect, she had a different story." "She?" Garbus asks. Garbus and Moore nears the squad car as Officer Gibbons pulls out Greenie with her wrists in handcuffs behind her, struggles to get her footing with only Gibbon strong grip on her arm to prevent her from falling on the sidewalk. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 07 "Detective, this is Greenie." Gibbons introduces. "Jesus Christ, what's wrong with her?" Garbus asks. "She looks two shades darker than a fucking corpse." "She's fiending." Moore answers. "Probably hasn't had a bump in hours." "Hey," Gibbons gives Greenie a shake. "tell the detective what you told us." "The Zeds didn't start the fire and they didn't kill that biker guy who owns it." Greenie denounces. "We found your fire-vials." Moore states. "Only the Zeds use them as weapons." "The assholes who kidnapped me took them from the Zeds they killed earlier." Greenie explains. "Who are we talking about? Another gang?" Garbus inquires. "No, just a bunch of idiots." Greenie dismisses. "They're lead by some moron call Moth." "Moth?" ask Moore. "I never heard of him. How about you, Detective?" Garbus is silent for a moment before looking to Moore. "Who else knows about this?" Garbus questions. * * * * * * Magga finds it pointless to continue to free herself from the bonds restraining her to the single sized bed. Made from tore white bed sheets, the thin scarves ties her wrists to the bedposts of the wooden headboard as her ankles are tied to the post of the foot of the bed, preventing her from escaping. The long scarves tied around Magga's shoulders and waist are tied around the bed, limiting her movement. The scarves tied to the bottom of the headboard bedposts forces Magga's bounded thighs up high enough have her vagina at the proper angle for her to be raped. Being tied to a bed naked is nothing new for Magga, being an ex-sex slave most of the men she served preferred to have her restrained in one fashion or another, rather it would be to a bed, a chair, a table, a support post, a pallet, an X-cross, one time she was tied to the hood of a Ferrari. It wasn't until Magga married Rembrandt did she actually enjoys being tied down for sex as long it was with the man she loved, which was one of her husband's sexual proclivities as well. In her current situation of being kidnapped and tied to a bed in a small room, her only pressing discomfort is the sweaty and shaking hands molesting her uncovered breasts. Magga opens her eyes and moves her head to see Zippy sitting on the bed, fondling and squeezing her DD tits as he's done for the last ten minutes. She notices the intense mouth-breathing from the gawky-looking excuse of a man clawing her enhanced bosom who seems to be unable to decide what to do next. Magga would have goad Zippy to rape her already if her mouth wasn't gagged. Finally, a change in the molesting happens as Zippy removes a hand from Magga's magnificent globes and slides it down his already-open pants to stroke himself. Assuming that Zippy would rather pleasure himself than rape her, Magga takes this opportunity to have one less rapist to worry about by making eye-contact with the tit-groping, self-abusing loser. As an ex-sex slave, Magga learned way on how to excite a man to get closer to cum, especially if she wanted the man in question to be done and leave soon as possible, with the right words, a gesture, or even a look. With Zippy now fixated on Magga, the Thai temptress glares at her captor with the look fear from being his prisoner but slowly becoming aroused. Magga switches her sight to Zippy's crouch, subtly craning her neck, like she wants to see more of his erected cock. Zippy's hand on his cock gets faster while his hand on Magga's tit squeezes harder. He notices Magga's tied hand as she flexes her fingers. Zippy shifts his eyes back to Magga, who manages a slight smile despite the gag in her mouth, then looks at her hand again. The idea of those lovely fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft and pleasuring it pops in Zippy's mind, perhaps if he just untied the hand for a few minutes, she could have him the handjob of... "Fucking pathetic." A familiar voice from behind Zippy exclaims. Startled, Zippy quickly withdraws his hands as jumps off the bed to pull his pant up. He turns around and sees Moth standing near the door of his bedroom, wearing a burgundy robe. Zippy notices Moth managed to fix his hair in the standing style after his shower. "There's a naked whore tied to my bed and all you've done is just sit there and jerk off?" Moth belittles Zippy. "Tell me, is this the closest you've ever been to a woman?" "Fuck you, Moth." Zippy zips up and buttons his pant. "I was just..building up my...my..." "Out." Moth points to the door. "I need to lay some ground rules for my new sex slave." Replying with only a contemptuous glare, Zippy walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Alone at last." Moth grins. Magga cringes as Moth climbs on the bed and kneels between her involuntary parted legs. He reaches in his robe pocket as he leans over Magga. The blade of Moth's switchblade springs up in front of Magga's face, causing her to gasp. "So here's the situation, slave." Moth presses the blade on Magga's cheek. "I own you now. You are my property. You be a good little sex slave to me and my friends and you get to live." Moth withdraws the switchblade from Magga. "But if you try to get away..." Moth quickly presses the barrel of his gun on Magga's forehead. "I'll put a fucking bullet in your brain. You get me, slut?" Magga forces her eyes to look away from the gun and back to Moth, she nods her head. "Good girl." Moth grins again, pulling the gun away. "We're gonna get along just fine." Magga locks her sight on the gun as Moth places between her tits but soon her focus turns to the switchblade held by Moth. Magga keeps her head as still as she can as Moth gently slides the blade under the gag and with an upwards pull cuts the gag, freeing Magga's mouth. Before she has the chance to speak, Moth presses the blade to her full lips, forcing her to stay quiet. "Just remember, you speak when spoken to." Moth instructs. "Talk outta place, I'll either gag you for a mouth or just kill you. Understand?" "Yes...sir." Magga forces herself to say. Moth's grin grows more as he places the switchblade aside on the mattress. "You like the way you're tied down?" Moth opens his robe. "Did it myself." "Yes, sir." Magga answers, turning her head to the side to avoid looking at Moth's penis, standing out from his robe. "Well, time to break you in." Moth pushes his cock into the canal of Magga's sex. Moth takes his gun from Magga's chest and secures his arms over his sex slave as he pumps his cock in and out of her. Magga tries to fight back the tears as she patiently waits for her new owner to cum. Another thing Magga learned as a sex slave was patience. Sometimes a customer would take longer than expected, or preferred, to ejaculate during sex, which causes Magga to resort to... "Oh, yes, that's it, baby." Moth calls out. "I'm gonna fucking blow." What? Already? Magga thinks. Magga feels a short burst of warmth in her womb. She opens her eyes and sees Moth over her with his head down, catching his breath after a satisfying ejaculation. "Oh, that was good, honey." Moth lifts his head. "Now, say thank you for fucking you." Magga takes a subtle deep breath as she tries not to look disbelieved by Moth's sexual abilities, limited as they are. "Thank you for fucking me, sir." Moth pulls his flaccid cock from Magga and jumps off the bed. Being such a small room, the dresser drawer was just one step away from Moth's bed as he retrieves a pair of red-black leopard-print briefs. "You should consider yourself lucky, slave." Moth pulls the briefs up his scrawny legs. "Why, sir?" Magga asks, trying to sound like she cares. "Because you just became a sex slave to a rising up-and-comer in the Plutopolis underworld." Moth takes a moment to find a decent pair of socks, regardless if they match. "I'm on my way to the big time." "Yes, I can see that." Magga says, looking around the unimpressively small room. "Hey, this place might be a hole but it's only temporally." Moth puts on his socks. "I like to think of this place as the starting point to my long and lustrous career as a top-tier criminal with money and power." Moth pulls a pair of dark gray dress pants and puts them on. "By next year, I'll be able to leave this rat hole of a basement apartment and move into a big ass house in the Glens." Moth walks to the wardrobe across the room. "Or maybe one of those fancy suites at the Prometheus." From the wardrobe, Moth wraps a white leather belt with a Confederate Flag motif buckle around his waist, before taking out a dark green dress shirt. "Either way, the bed you'll be tied to will be one of those fancy canopy bed with brass bed posts and silk sheets." Moth finishes dressing as he dons a cyan blue fleece overcoat and walk over to Magga and the bed she's bound it. Moth picks up his switchblade and his gun. "I'll be able to get more sex slaves, a blond, a redhead, a black girl, maybe another Asian." Moth claims "So play your cards right and I'll keep you around. I'll even give you a sex slave of you own." "My own sex slave?" Magga asks. "Yeah, how often does a sex slave get her own sex slave?" "You think you'll have all that? The money, the power, the sex slaves?" "Fuck, yeah, bitch. Because I think big." Moth taps the barrel of his gun to his temple. "It's the only way I think." Moth turns and walks to the door with a bold stride. "Now, you just stay there and let my friends fuck you. You'll probably even enjoy it." Like I enjoyed it with you. Magga thinks before saying "Yes, sir." Throwing the door open, Moth enters the rest of his basement apartment, which is slightly bigger than his bedroom. Zippy and Zane sits on an old beat up couch in the living area of the apartment, watching TV and drinking beer. Oxy Mo walks pass the kitchenette from the bathroom as Pin takes a beer from the fridge, ignoring the pills of dirty dishes in the sink near him. "Why you dressed up for?" Pin asks. "We still got business, boys." Moth announces. "What business?" Asks Zippy as he and Zane look away from the TV and to Moth. "Ah, the business of me moving up in the underworld." Moth informs. "For what? Killing that biker and setting his shop on fire?" Pin walks to Moth. "If you try to take credit for that, the Unholy Riders will be on our asses, which can only lead to a most unpleasant death for all of us." "I'm not gonna take credit for killing one of the Unholy Riders." Moth clarifies. "I'm gonna take credit for killing the last of the Anarchists." "You want to kill Orpheus Jones?" Pin questions. "To get some street cred for doing what the Steelheads failed to do, or because he hit you in the face with a pool ball?" "Either way, he's dead." "Don't cha think we should lay low tonight, in case the Unholy Riders are looking for us?" "They're not looking for us, if they're looking for anyone, they're looking for the Zeds." Moth says. "Those junkies are gonna get slaughtered." Says Zippy. "Better them than us." Zane smugly adds. "Unless they find Greenie." Oxy Mo also adds. Moth looks to Oxy Mo. "How do you mean?" "Well, if the Unholy Riders are looking for the Zeds and because Greenie's a Zed..." Oxy Mo elaborates. "Oh, shit." Moth blurts as everyone puts the pieces together. "If the Unholy Riders finds Greenie, she'll spill everything about us." "Oh, we're fucked then." Zippy stands up from the ratty couch. "Yeah, man. The smartest thing to do is get our asses to Central Plutopolis Train Station and get on the faster train outta town." Says Zane. "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" Moth commands. "We're not leaving town because of one junkie whore. We're gonna find her and kill her so she won't snitch." Moth's crew stays silent, awaiting orders. "Now, here's how we're gonna do this; the Zeds are holed up at some tenement on near Paige Street, Greenie probably heading there now so me and Pin will drive there. The rest of you will go the tattoo parlor in case she got injured or something. You shoot her on site and keep shooting 'til you're certain she's dead." "Wait, you want us to go back to the place we just burned down?" Zane questions. "Moth, I'm maybe not that smart but I've watched enough cop shows to know that criminals should never return to the scene of the crime because they'll risk getting caught." Says Oxy Mo. "Which serves as the perfect excuse for you." Moth explains. "Even if the cops spot you there they won't suspect you and figure whoever burnt that place down isn't not dumb enough to go back and just leave you be." "Oh, didn't think of it that way." Oxy Mo smiles. "What about the Thai chick we got tied up?" Pin thumbs to Moth's bedroom. "Shouldn't one of us stay here and watch her?" "Yeah, but it ain't gonna you because you're coming with me." Moth answers. "Rock paper scissors then?" asks Oxy Mo. "No, Oxy." Moth dismisses. "She's my sex slave so I decided who stays and fuck her. Zippy, stay here and watch my whore." "You got it." Zippy grins. "See, I can be a nice guy." Moth says as he heads to the door leading out of the apartment. "Not like you're gonna have another opportunity to put your dick in a woman anytime soon. Not a live one that is." Instead of snapping back at Moth, out loud or under his breath, Zippy decides to say nothing and thinks of what he'll do during his time with Magga. Moth and Pin exits the apartment and walks down the damp and badly lit hallway with Zane and Oxy Mo behind them. "So after we kill Greenie...?" Pin inquires, already knowing the answer. "We go after Orpheus Jones next." Moth answers. * * * * * * Orpheus approaches the monolithic St. Vincent's Cathedral, looking up at the gothic characteristics of its towering belfry. At night, the church's lights would shine on the two stone crusader knights mounted high on the opposite sides of the front, mounted in the middle is a statue of Jesus Christ, reminding anyone who comes to St. Vincent's at night that their savior is inside and he has backup. Orpheus jogs up the concrete steps to the thick wooden double-doors, leading him inside to the incredibly spacious nave of the cathedral. Orpheus surveys the nave as he walks cautiously down the aisle. Halfway through, he spots several men scattered among the pews. One of them stands from his seat with a young brunette girl in a school uniform, both make their way an open door near the bema. Orpheus decides to give his feet a rest and moves himself to one of the pews, sitting a few feet from the aisle. Resuming his survey, Orpheus spots three young girls sitting at the front pew. Orpheus sits back to relax, unsatisfied with the slowing down of progress in his search for Angel. He thumbs through the pages of Angel's Bible, hoping to find some clue to lead him to his next course of action since divine intervention seemed highly unlikely. "Hi there." A bubbly female voice has Orpheus turn his focus from the religious book to the aisle. Orpheus is surprised as he finds a young lithe Asian girl with long jet black hair in pigtails standing at the end of the pew, dressed in a white blouse with a few too many buttons undone with a loosely worn tie and an unusually short shirt showing more of her slender legs than it should. "Ah, hello." Orpheus replies. "My name's Mitsou." The girl smiles. "Orpheus." Says Orpheus. "Oh, is that French?" asks Mitsou. "Actually, it's Greek." Orpheus informs. "So you're Greek then?" Mitsou takes a few steps to sit next to Orpheus. "No, I'm not Greek, my mom was into Greek mythology and..." Orpheus's explanation falls short as he notices the leopard-print high-heel shoes worn by Mitsou. Can she actually walk in those shoes? "Do you like my legs?" Mitsou asks, still smiling. Orpheus becomes flabbergasted by Mitsou's question, more some when she slides up her skirt to reveal more of her already-overexposed legs and her pink Smiley Kitten panties. "I do gymnastics." Mitsou moves closer to Orpheus. "I'm very flexible." Is this girl really coming on to me? Orpheus thinks. In church? "Mitsou." A stern female voice has Orpheus look away from Mitsou's legs to the aisle again. Orpheus is surprised he looks upon at the nun standing near him and Mitsou. The nun's face seemed calm but Orpheus perceives her facial expression to mask something else stirring behind her beautiful hazel eyes and flawlessly ivory white skin. Orpheus also couldn't help but notice her slender body despite her concealing clothes. "Why aren't you sitting with the others?" The nun asks Mitsou. "I'm just trying to get some..." Mitsou's explanation is ceased by a sudden open-hand of the nun, silencing her. "I don't believe I've seen you here before." The nun says to Orpheus. "Are you with the RSC?" "Actually, I'm looking for my girlfriend." Orpheus answer, taking out a photo. "She may have been here recently." Orpheus holds out the photograph to the nun, which Mitsou discreetly takes a quick scan of the picture of Angel before the nun takes it and looks it over. "Her name's Angel." Orpheus adds. "Ah, I should go sit with the other girls." Mitsou abruptly lifts herself from the pew. "No." The nun sternly objects. "Go to Father Milton's office and wait for me there." "But Sister Felicity, I thought he..." Mitsou pleads in a low voice. "Go." The nun orders. With a look of worry and guilt, Mitsou walks down the aisle, leaving Orpheus and Sister Felicity. Although Orpheus is confused of what just happened with him and the slutty Asian schoolgirl, he turns his focus back the hazel-eyed nun in hope of finding some useful information. * * * * * * Without knocking, Mitsou opens the wooden door to an office. The first thing she sees is the red ass of a white girl with pink hair hunched over a fancy Oakwood desk with her skirt up and her black lace panties down to her ankles. Standing near her is a tall, black man in a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers and a priest's collar, hold a long and narrow Mahogany spanking paddle. "Well, shut the door already." The priest says to Mitsou. Mitsou tries to hold back the sudden fear as she shuts the door and walks over to the desk. The priest swings the paddle against the pink-haired girl's ass several times. Mitsou cringes as each strike echoes throughout the office, followed by painful whimpering of the girl. "Do you wish to lie some more, Cupcake, or will you confess?" The priest demands. "Yes, Father Milton." Cupcake raises her head to look at Father Milton with teary eyes as she sobbingly confesses. "I was skimming some money but only to buy some school supplies." "There is no justification for what you've done, Cupcake." Father Milton shakes the paddle over Cupcake's ass. "You know I don't run this nightly charity for my health." Father Milton looks at Mitsou. "Why are you here, Mitsou?" "Sister Felicity sent me." Mitsou answers. "She wanted me...to tell you about some guy who just walked in." "This is a church, Mitsou." Father Milton reminds. "We're open to the public." "I know, Father Milton. But Sister Felicity thought there was something odd about him so she sent me here to tell you." Mitsou lies to cover her ass. "I'm sure that Sister Felicity can handle whoever this individual is." Father Milton assures. "If he's not for the services of the church, what is his business then?" "He's looking for his girlfriend." Mitsou answers, truthfully this time. "Some pretty blond girl named Angel." Father Milton falls silent for a moment. "Cupcake, stand up." Father Milton commands. With her arms shaking, Cupcake manages to push herself off the desk and turns around. Her skirt fall over to cover her bruised bum but is reluctant to pull up her panties. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 07 "Have you learned your lesson?" Father Milton questions. "Yes, Father." Cupcake answers, looking down. "Good. Now, dry your eyes and fix your make up." Father Milton orders. "Mister Durant is waiting for you." The priest turns to Mitsou. "Go back with the other girls, Mitsou." "Yes, Father." Mitsou complies with a smile. "As soon as I help Cupcake get ready for Mister Durant." Mitsou stays where she is as she watches Father Milton leave the office and breathes a sigh of relief, hoping the church latest visitor will provide the necessary distraction from her grievous error for Father Milton and Sister Felicity which would prevent Mitsou's ass from being on the receiving end of the priest's paddle. Mitsou swifts her sights to Cupcake, pulling her panties up her legs. "Why bother?" Mitsou smugly asks. * * * * * * "Was it good for you, baby?" Patricia Platt asks the short and sweaty man with thinning black hair resting on top of her after a satisfying ejaculation. Patricia didn't get to climax as well, but she knows tending to the pleasures her latest lover will benefit her in other ways. Finally, the sweaty man rolls off Patricia and lays out on the bed, allowing her to breath. "Fuck, you're an awesome lay." He says. "Of course, I am, Kenny." Patricia retorts with a smile. Patricia pushes the sheets of her bed aside and climbs off. Her bedroom is illuminated by the small lamp on her bedside drawer, allowing her to move to the full-length mirror nearby and admire her physique. On the side of the mirror is a photo of her with a sparkling tiara in her blond hair wearing a lovely evening dress and a sash that reads MISS PLUTOPOLIS 1988. The photo next to it is of Patricia posing on a lit stage, wearing white bikini and another sash that reads MISS CHAYKIN. At the age of 48, Patricia managed to fight the effects of ageing with diet, exercise and the occasional cosmetic surgery. For Patricia, the surgeries were far easier for her than dieting or exercising, so long as someone could pay for it. Sometime after her first divorce, she dated a used car salesman to help pay for her breast augmentation operation to give her spectacular D-cup breasts. A year later, she had a dermatologist pay for some minor liposuction and a butt lift. A few short years after that, her dentist, and later her husband, paid for her labiaplasty operation, which really helped her give more satisfying sex but consequently lead to her second divorce. Now in need of an eye lift, Patricia hopes the man in her bed, who describes himself as the driving force of the management staff of the Department of Sanitation, will be more than willing to fund this operation, and thanks to the labiaplasty, at least several more. "You're one hot milf, Patricia." Says Kenny. "Don't call a milf." Patricia reacts. "It reminds me of the useless lump I gave birth to." "That's right, you have a son." Kenny sits up for a better view of Patricia's ass. "How old is he?" "Old enough to move out, if he wasn't such a loser." Patricia turns to examine her ass on the mirror to see if another butt lift is needed. The conversion is interrupted by the door chimes, echoing throughout the modest row house. "You expecting someone?" Kenny asks. "Probably one of my son's loser friends." Patricia grabs her green silk short robe from the chair of her makeup table, walking to the door. "Just give a minute to get rid of him." Patricia puts on the robe over her naked body as she hurries down the stairs to the front door of her row house. She leaves the door chain on as she opens the door. A petite girl in a zebra-print leather jacket with bright-red hair stands outside alone. "Annette? What are you doing here?" Asks Patricia. "Hi, Mrs. Platt." Greets Superstar. "Can I come in?" Patricia shuts the door to slide off the chain and opens it again to let Superstar enter. "So why are you here?" Patricia watched Superstar walk pass her. "I'm looking for Pin." Superstar answers. "Really?" Patricia moves the door to shut it. "Why? Does he own money for a lap dance?" A gloved hand grabs the door and forces it open. Patricia is startled and defensively back away as she sees SpiderBat barge in and slam the door behind him. "Is that her?" SpiderBat points to Patricia. "Yeah, that's her." Superstar shoots her arm out to point at Patricia. "Whoever you are, got the fuck out of my house!" Patricia yells. On the first step the masked intruder takes toward her, Patricia runs to the small kitchen and draws a chief's knife from the knife set. SpiderBat walks in the kitchen, appearing calm. "Back off or I'll stab you." Patricia holds the knife to the super-vigilante as he shows no worry walking to her. Patricia thrusts the knife to stab the intruder directly in the chest but the super-quick hand of SpiderBat grabs her wrist before the knife got an inch to him, and forces her hand up. SpiderBat slams Patricia against the refrigerator. The knife is swiftly snatched from Patricia's hand, a second later the knife plunges into the fridge door close to Patricia's head, intimidating her to stay still and quiet. "Okay, I'm done here, right?" Superstar calls to SpiderBat. "I told you where she lives, so I can go now, right? Right?" SpiderBat looks Superstar. "Go." "Sorry Mrs. Platt," Superstar says. "but that's life in the big city." Superstar swings open the door and runs out without look back. "What...do you want?" Patricia struggles to ask. "I'm looking for Pin." SpiderBat answers. "What do you want with my son?" Patricia asks. "I know he's not exactly honest but he's exactly a criminal mastermind either." "Because I'm looking for Moth." SpiderBat answers. "Moth? That moron?" Patricia disbelievingly asks. "I can see why you're looking for my son then, those two are joined to the brain." "What's all this noise?" Both SpiderBat and Patricia shift their sights to a fully-dressed Kenny as he walks it. His mouth drops open. "Oh, Shit." Kenny utters. "SpiderBat." "Kenny, please help me." Patricia-in-distress pleads. "He wants to hurt me." Kenny stands without any movement, unsure what to do for a moment. "Hey, man. I got no beef with you." Kenny says to SpiderBat as he defensively raises his hands up. "I'm just a pencil-pusher from the Department of Sanitation." "Then go take out the trash." SpiderBat harshly suggests. "Kenny...?" Patricia softly cries out. "Bye, Patty." Kenny grabs his coat from the rack behind him before heading for the door. "Thanks for the sex." Kenny storms out as fast as his short legs can carry him, leaving Patricia with her unwanted guest. So much for my butt lift. Patricia thinks. "Now, where's Pin?" SpiderBat resumes his interrogation. "Well, he's obviously not here." Patricia states. "And if he was, he would have jumped out the window and hightail it out of here." "Does he have a cell phone?" SpiderBat questions. * * * * * * "I'm sorry, Mister Jones, but I've never seen this girl before." Sister Felicity returns the photo to Orpheus. "I know she was here within a few days ago." Orpheus stands up from the pew as he takes the photo. "This Bible was in her hotel room." "Perhaps someone gave it to her." Sister Felicity deduces. Orpheus takes a few steps from the pew to the aisle as he notice Father Milton approaching him and the nun. "Good evening. Perhaps I could be of some help." Father Milton greets. "Father Milton, this gentleman is looking for his girlfriend." Sister Felicity informs. Without any word, Orpheus holds out the photo to Father Milton, who takes it and looks at it. "Her name's Angel." Orpheus says. "I have reason to believe she's been here." "I told him already that I haven't seen her here." Sister Felicity adds. "I think I may have though." Father Milton gazes at the photo of Angel. "You've seen her here?" Orpheus asks. "I believe so." Father Milton looks to Orpheus. "I can't exactly remember when. Maybe this morning." "What can you remember?" Orpheus inquires. "I really need to know." "Listen, I was about to take my daily constitutional at the atrium in the back." Father Milton says. "Why don't you come with me and we can discuss this further." "Okay." Orpheus agrees. "Sister, please keep watch in my absence." Father Milton instructs the nun. "Yes, Father." Sister Felicity replies. As Orpheus follows Father Milton down the aisle, he passes the front pew where the girls he noticed earlier sit, dressed in the same schoolgirl attire as Mitsou, more or less. The first girl had long permed blond hair wearing a blue blazer with the same blouse and skirt Mitsou wears, along with white silk stockings and black patent leather shoes. Next to her sits is a girl with straight and long black hair, dressed in the same uniform. Both girls smile at Orpheus. The girl sitting near them is a red-headed girl, shorter and maybe younger than the two girls she sits with, looking away from Orpheus, as if she tries not to be noticed. Orpheus proceeds with the priest as they enter the doorway leading to a long hallway with closed doors all the way down. "What are those girls doing here?" Orpheus asks the priest. "Oh, they're...volunteers from Willowbrook Academy." Father Milton answers. "They're here to help in matters of the church." "At this time of night?" Orpheus questions. Before the priest could explain, shouting and loud noise are heard from one of the room ahead of Orpheus. "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU CREEP!!!" The door is quickly swung open and Cupcake bolts out, terrified, wearing only her school blazer. A second later, a heavy set man storms out after her, wearing only a leather chest harness across his hairy chest with leather crouchless chaps and a black ski mask, welding a wide wooden spanking paddle. "Come back here, you little whore." The masked man yells. Orpheus is temporally shocked, witnessing the naked pink-haired girl running to him, being chased by what is obviously some pervert who likes to rape young girls before or after spanking them. Orpheus springs into action and runs to Cupcake to aid her. With a swift backhanded throw, Orpheus flings the Bible, spinning like a boomerang, it strikes the sexual predator in the knee. The rapist immediately limps as he continues to pursue Cupcake but slows him down long enough for Orpheus to tac himself on the wall and spring himself to the leather-cladded creep to punch him across the face, causing him to drop his paddle as he collides with the opposite wall. Orpheus grabs the paddle before it hit the floor just as the pervert manages to stop himself from falling and pushes himself off the wall and face the man who assaulted him. "Do you know who I...?" Before the man in the ski mask could finish his threat, Orpheus gives a fast and hard backhanded swing of the wooden paddle to his head. The paddle shatters on impact, leaving only the handle. The creep falls backward on to a door and crashes through it, turning and collapsing on his front inside the room. A brief scream is heard from the room, prompting Orpheus to enter through the remains of the destroyed door and sees the light brunette girl he noticed earlier, wearing only her white knee socks and a candy necklace, clapping her mouth with both hands. On a bed at the end of the small room, lays the middle-aged man she left the nave with, naked and surprised. "What the fuck is going on here?" Orpheus asks before turning and leaving the room. In the hallway, Orpheus sees Cupcake, shaking as she keeps her blazer from exposing her naughty bits. He then notices Father Milton approaching and raising a Walter P90 at him. "I wish you didn't do that." Father Milton scowls. "That man you assaulted is one of our best donators." Donators? Orpheus thinks. The door across Orpheus opens and another middle-man steps out with a bed sheet wrapped around his waist to cover. A naked black girl standing behind him, sticking her head out to see what the commotion about is outside. As more doors open, Orpheus looks around the hallway to see at each open door a man steps out accompanied by a naked or half naked girl. "Oh, fuck me." Orpheus curses himself for being so naive. If it was any other place other than a church, Orpheus would have realized that he stumbled into a prostitution racket the moment Mitsou introduced herself. Mitsou stands at the end of the hallway with a donator. She has a wicked smile after witnessing the altercation with Orpheus and Father Milton, knowing she successfully avoided the paddle this time. * * * * * * HAG reads on the caller ID of Pin's cell phone, ringing in his hand. Pin takes the gas nozzle from the gas intake of Moth's car, returning it to the gas pump of a Comin'/Going store before deciding to answer. "Yeah, Mom, what do you want?" Pin speaks to his cell, checking the store to see if Moth is done using the bathroom. "Hey, sweetie." Patricia's voice is heard, unusually friendly. "I need you to come by the house." "I told ya, ma, I'm not buying your...feminine products anymore." Pin instantly snaps. "Get your boyfriend to do that." "No, it's not that, honey." Patricia assures. "Is Moth with you?" "He's in the can. Why?" Pin asks. "And why are you being so fucking nice all of a sudden?" "Well...well...I..." Pin hears the phone on the other side roughly snatched from his mother, followed by a brief startled scream and a loud thud. Then silence. "Hello, Pin." A male voice is heard. "Do you recognize my voice?" "SpiderBat." Pin's mouth drops. "What did you do to my mom?" "Right now, I'm holding her down on the kitchen table by the back of her neck." SpiderBat replies. "Word of advice, for Mother's Day, you should give her a robe that will cover her ass when she's bent over a table." "If you hurt my mom, I swear, I'll kill you." Pin threatens. "Like you could." SpiderBat snickers. "I took down you and your pathetic friends at the Carmen without even breaking a sweat. I took down tougher assholes than you. Do you actually think a nobody like you can kill me? If it came down to me and you in a fight to the death, who do you think your friends would bet their money on?" "Okay, so what do you want?" pleads Pin. "From you, nothing." SpiderBat answers "I want Moth." Pin looks through the glass doors of the store and sees Moth at the cashier, chatting with the clerk. "Fine, I'll give him to you on a silver platter." Pin says. "Good. Where are you?" SpiderBat questions. "At a Comin'/Going store on Campbell Street." Pin informs. "Whatever it is you and Moth are doing, you're gonna take a little detour in front of the Archetype Theatre on Snyder Street and wait for me there." SpiderBat instructs. "Make whatever excuse you need to tell Moth." "Okay, I do this and you'll let mom go?" Pin asks. "Yes, I'll be on my way." SpiderBat answers. "But remember this; I know where you live now. Screw me over and I'll be back. Got it?" As Moth exits the store with a can of Tweak Up, Pin quickly faces away from him, trying to compose himself while keeping his cell phone glued to his ear. "Yeah, I got it." Pin assures. After Pin hears the phone on the other end slammed on the receiver then a dial tone, he puts his cell back in his jacket pocket as Moth nears him. "Who was that?" Moth asks. "Mom." Pin answers half-truthfully. * * * * * * Detective Garbus, stands in the middle of a wide back driveway as the headlights of Cochise's and Gemini Fury's motorcycles shine on him as the two Unholy Riders ride in, partially illuminating the dark driveway. Cochise and Gemini stop and dismount their bikes and walk to Garbus, leaving their headlights on. "You got something about the fire, Garbus? And who killed Rembrandt?" Cochise demands to know. "What? No 'Hi Detective Garbus', 'How's your day?', 'How long to retirement?'." Garbus teasingly inquires. "You called us saying you had info." Cochise gets aggravated as he nears the detective. "Did I say it was free?" Garbus rhetorically asks. Cochise clenches his fists to give the cocky Garbus a proper beat down when Gemini quickly stretches her arm in his path, stopping him dead on his tracks. Keeping her arm up, Gemini pulls out a full envelop from her back pocket and flings at Garbus, who catches it after it hits his chest. "The usual amount, like before." Gemini states. "You can count it, if you like." Garbus opens the envelop and finds a thick stack of hundred dollar bills inside. "I thrust you, Gemini." Garbus smiles as he puts the envelop in the inside pocket of his coat. "Now, about the fire. We found only one body inside which was Rembrandt." "What about his wife, Magga?" Gemini questions. "Where was she?" "Couldn't tell you." Garbus answers. "Rembrandt was the only body there." "Any idea who did it?" Cochise asks, somewhat calmer now. "Where I examined the crime scene, I found remains of some little glass vials, like the ones the Zeds use for their fire-bombs." "The Zeds murdered Rembrandt?" Gemini asks. "That's what it looked like, at first." Garbus informs. "At first?" Cochise repeats. "I found a witness." Garbus gestures to the bikers to follow him as he steps away. Garbus leads Cochise and Gemini further down the driveway to a dumpster, where the detective opens the lid and reaches in. After a few seconds, Garbus pulls up Greenie. "Guys, this is Greenie of the Zeds." Garbus introduces. "Greenie, this is Cochise and Gemini Fury of the Unholy Riders, the same gang as the owner of the tattoo parlor you were found." An infuriated Cochise stomps over to the dumpster, grabs the arms of the girl held inside and lifts her up and out. Greenie screams from this but stops as the copper-skinned biker with strong arms and killer abs begins to shake her. "Why'd you kill Rembrandt, junkie?!" Cochise yells. "It wasn't us." Greenie manages to say. "The Zeds didn't do it." "Cochise!" Gemini hurries to her lover's side. "Put her down!" Cochise stops shaking Greenie, keeping up above the ground for a moment before gently lowering her down. "Don't even think about running." Cochise warns, letting go of Greenie. "If it wasn't the Zeds who murdered Rembrandt, then who?" Gemini firmly questions. "They kill some of my friends and took our fire-vials." Greenie explains "They got me and took me with them." "I can confirm that." Garbus adds. "Several Zeds were found dead in an alley near Gardner Street in what looked like a gang shooting." "Yeah, Gardner Street. That's where they attacked us." Greenie says. "After they killed your friend, they were gonna kill me in case the vials weren't enough to frame the Zeds, but I got away." "So who the fuck did it?" Cochise gets impatient. Greenie shivers as she looks to Garbus with fear and uncertainty. Garbus silently replies with a stern scowl with raised eyebrows. "The Iron Dragons." Greenie looks back to Cochise. "It was the Iron Dragons that killed your friend and set his shop on fire." "You sure it was them?" Cochise presses. "Yeah, it was them." Greenie assures. "They spoke Japanese and I spotted their Iron Dragon tattoo on two of them." "What about Magga?" Gemini asks. "They must have taken her with them." Greenie guesses. "She was alive last time I saw her." "But the Iron Dragons have never worked outside of Little Tokyo." Says Gemini. "Maybe they've decided to expand." Garbus suggests. "But why kill Rembrandt and set up the Zeds to take the fall?" Gemini asks. "It doesn't make any sense." "Makes more sense than it being the Zeds." Cochise replies. "We gotta tell the others." Without further word to Garbus or Greenie, Cochise makes his way to his Indian motorcycle but Gemini steps to Greenie for some parting words. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 07 "If you're lying, we will hunt you down and kill you in the slowest and most painful way." Gemini threatens. "Got me, junkie?" Greenie franticly nods her head. Gemini hurries to her Knucklehead motorcycle and soon the two Unholy Riders speeds off back to the streets, leaving the driveway less illuminated. Greenie wraps her arms around herself as her shaking from withdrawal gets even worse. She looks to Garbus with desperation. "I did what you told me to do." An agitated Greenie states. "And you did good, Greenie." Garbus walks to her. Garbus grabs Greenie's arm and forces her to walk with him further down the dark driveway, journeying to the other side of the block to an alley leading to an empty one way street. Garbus continues to roughly guide her to a limo parked nearby. The tall and intimidating Mr. Bruun stands at the back door of the limo, spotting Garbus and Greenie, he opens the door and softly speaks to whoever's inside. The detective and the addict stop at the limo as Mr. Bruun holds the hand of his employer, the latex-attired Lady J, helping her step out on to the sidewalk. "Report." Lady J coldly orders. "We told the Unholy Riders that Iron Dragons of Little Tokyo killed that biker and burnt his place down." Garbus informs. "Like you told me." "Good thing you called me when you did." Lady J says before looking to Greenie. "Wait, I know you." Lady J walks up to the female Zed. "Yes, you were in the trunk of Moth's car, shaking like a leaf." "Oh, hi. Sorry for not saying hello." Greenie looks up at Lady J, trying to control her shivering body. "Listen, you get any stuff? Coke, angel dust, k-page. I'll take anything right now." "You're going through withdrawal, aren't you?" Lady J asks. "Yes." Greenie's voice breaks into a whimper as the shivering increases. "If I don't get another bump soon, I think I'll die." "Oh, you poor thing." Lady J pretends to sympathize. By a silent gesture by Lady J, Mr. Bruun discreetly walks around Lady J and Greenie, stationing himself behind Greenie. Lady J reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a small plastic bag filled with white powder. Greenie's eyes instantly locks on to the bag. "Would this help?" Lady J asks. "Fuck, yeah." Greenie quickly reaches for the bag. A hard stinging slap on Greenie's hand causes her to back away from Lady J, bumping into Mr. Bruun, who grabs her shoulders to prevent her from going any further. "Ah-ah-ah, my dear." Lady J wags her finger in Greenie's face. "First, you're going to tell me why Moth was doing at that tattoo place." "I already told Garbus." Greenie says. "Now, you'll tell me." Lady J calmly asserts. "Fine, Moth went there to look for this guy named Orpheus Jones because he used to work there. His uncle's the owner." Greenie accounts. "Orpheus?" Lady J remembers hearing this name earlier. "Why was Moth after this Orpheus guy?" "There was some kind of fight at a strip club and Moth's been gunning for him since." Greenie explains. "I'd heard there was a shootout at the Blue Shadow." Garbus interjects. "It was probably them." "Do you know why exactly Moth is after this Orpheus Jones?" Lady J questions. "I don't know, I was in the trunk of Moth's car most of the time." Greenie replies. "But I think it had something to do with that naked blond girl Moth kidnapped." Lady J pauses momentarily. "Really?" "Now that I think about it, Moth was really pissed off how things went after he gave her to you. He thought was gonna work for some...crime lord." Greenie explicates "He almost killed me because to that." "Are you blaming me for your current predicament?" Lady J questions. "No." An intimidated Greenie quickly answers. "Just if that blond bitch didn't go flashing her tits on the Zeds' turf, Moth and his guys wouldn't be shooting at us and take me as a prize." Lady J smiles at Greenie as she turns to walk to the open door of her limo. She bends over to reach inside for a few seconds and steps back, pulling on a leash. On the other end of the leash is the collar Angel wears as she climbs out of the limo as best as she can with her arms enclosed behind her in a black latex monoglove, fortunately for the blond sex slave, her mistress unlatched the ankle cuffs keeping her feet together (and keeping her from running), allowing her to leave the limo. In addition to her new accessories, Angel also wears a harness of PVC straps tightly wrapped around her body connected by O-rings as well as her ball gag harness with her hair tied into a ponytail. With a tug on the leash, Lady J guides Angel to walk with her to Greenie. Garbus couldn't help bet take a brief glance of Angel's naked ass and notices the base of a metallic butt plug nestled between the elegantly shaped cheeks of her flawless ass. "I believe you two have met." Lady introduces, unstrapping the gag harness from Angel's head. "So, what's this?" Greenie asks. "She gonna apologize to me for fucking up my night?" "Of course not." Answers Lady J, pulling the gag harness free from Angel's head. "The only person she will apologize to is me. Isn't that right, slave?" "Yes, mistress." With the ball gag out of her mouth, Angel replies. "Then, what?" Annoyed Greenie asks. Lady J's hand takes hold of the base of Angel's ponytail in order to hold Angel's head still while facing Greenie. Lady J looks up to Mr. Bruun still standing behind Greenie and gives a slow nod. The strong hands of Mr. Bruun hastily leaves Greenie's shoulders, one hand grabs the back of Greenie's head as the other hand simultaneously grab's Greenie's jaw. Less than a second later... SNAP!!! Angel is terrified as she watches with wide eyes the now-lifeless Greenie drop to the sidewalk. "You...killed her." Angel struggles to say. "Why?" A surge of electricity strikes Angel's sphincter, causing her to scream in pain and fall on the sidewalk next to the deceased Greenie. As Lady J continues to have the electro butt plug punish her convulsing sex slave, Garbus does a survey of the area, in case Angel's screaming will attract any witnesses. Lady J lifts her thumb off the button of the remote, ending the latest electrically-induced pain for Angel. Angel tries to get herself off the cold sidewalk but as she gets on her knees, Lady J roughly grabs Angel's ponytail and forces the blond slave to face her mistress. "You are to never ask questions." Lady J yells. "You are to do what you're told. Understand, slave." "Yes, mistress." Angel whimpers, kneeling with her arms wrapped around her. "I'm so sorry, mistress." "Mr. Bruun, throw this trash in a dumpster." Lady J points to Greenie's corpse. As ordered, Mr. Bruun takes an ankle and easily drags the dead Zed into an alley. "Detective." Lady J curls her finger to Garbus. Concluding that the only people on the street are Lady J, her blond sex slave and himself, Garbus walks over. Lady J steps back to allow Garbus to stand near the kneeling Angel, still holding on to the blond ponytail. "I want you to stakeout the tattoo parlor in case Orpheus Jones decides to go there." Lady J commands. "If he does, bring him to me." "I could put out an APB out on him." Garbus suggests. "No, I want this done as quiet as possible." Lady J objects. "The less people who know about this, the better." "What exactly is 'this' all about, anyway?" Garbus questions. "I don't pay you to ask questions." Lady J harshly interrupts. "And I don't do this kind of shit for free." Garbus says. "Say what you want about the Unholy Riders, maybe they don't pay as much as you do for the 'special services' I provide, but at least they pay up front." Lady J looks at Garbus, then smiles. "Oh, I completely forgot. With all that's been going it just slip my mind to pay you the usual fee." Lady J confesses. "But you know I'm good for it, Detective Garbus. In fact, why don't I give you a sort of 'down payment'?" "What do you have in mind?" Garbus suspiciously asks. "My slave will give you a blow job." Lady J answers with a wider smile. Angel feels her stomach sink but keeps quiet, not wanting another painful ass-zap. "Sounds good to me." Garbus accept, smiling. "Can I take her to the alley?" "No, she'll blow you right here." Lady J states. "Here? On the streets." Garbus becomes reluctant. Lady J grabs Garbus's belt and pulls him closer to Angel. "When someone gives you a gift, the polite thing to do is accept the gift and say thank you." Garbus does nothing as he watches Lady J's hands undo his belt, unbutton his trousers, pull down the zipper, reach inside and pull out his erect cock. Angel looks away from the detective's member so near her face. Angel's ponytail is seized again, forcing Angel to look at the intimidatingly stern face of her mistress. "You will give him the best blow job of your life." Lady J commands. "If you don't, there will be hell to pay. Understand?" "...yes, mistress." Answers Angel. Keeping a tight grip of Angel's head, Lady J guides Angel closer to Garbus's cock. Angel closes her eyes and opens her mouth. Feeling the penis entering her mouth, Angel begins to suck on it, bobbing her head. Lady J removes her hand from Angel's head, stepping back to watch her sex slave have oral sex with the detective. Garbus's hand takes hold of the blond slave's ponytail, thrusting his cock further down her mouth. "Oh, fuck. She gives good head." Garbus utters. "My wife couldn't blow me this good." Lady J leans against her limo, reaching into the pockets of her jacket. From one pocket, she takes out the small bag of cocaine she daggled in front of Greenie, from the other pocket, her switchblade. After she springs up the blade, Lady J gently pierces the plastic and steadily takes some of the white power on the tip of the blade, placing it under one of her nostrils and snorts the coke. * * * * * * "This is a new low, even for this city." Orpheus proclaims, walking down the wooden stairway to the church cellar. "Running a schoolgirl prostitution ring in a church of all places." "It is not your place to judge this church and what has to be done to financially support it." Father Milton replies, following Orpheus down the stairs with his gun aimed at him. "Now keep moving." At gunpoint, the priest directs Orpheus down the dimly-lit cellar to an opened steel sliding door, leading him to a dark and wide room with cold cinderblock walls. "Make yourself comfortable." Father Milton says. "You're going to be in here for a while." "Why you locking me up?" Orpheus questions. "You worried I'll tell the police?" "Of course not." Father Milton responds. "In fact, you can report to the chief of police himself, soon as he regains consciousness." The steel door slides shut and locks, leaving Orpheus confided in a dark, cold and empty room. With nothing to do but wait, Orpheus begins to speculate about Angel's involvement with St. Vincent's. Was Angel is student at Willowbrook Academy? Did she become a 'volunteer', paid to have sex under Father Milton's watch? Maybe Father Milton is the man Angel's been running from, why she left Plutopolis. But why return to St. Vincent's? And did Angel ever dress in the same fashion as Mitsou? Tired of waiting, Orpheus moves to the steel door and inspects it for any weak spots. But that proved fruitless for him with the lock of the door too strong for him. Suddenly, a small square-shaped opening in the middle of the door slides open, showing the face of Sister Felicity on the other side. "Hello, Mr. Jones." Sister Felicity greets. "Hi, I like to complain about the accommodations here." Orpheus jokingly states. "There's no phone, no cable TV, no hot water but then again there's no bathroom either. Oh, and I was promised a scenic view." "So, if I'm to understand from your attempt at being a comedian, you wish to leave." Sister Felicity queries. "Ya read my mind, Sister." Orpheus sarcastically replies. "I'll let you out, Mr. Jones." The ivory-skinned nun says. "But before I do, I want you to promise me something." "What? Say my prayers before bed?" "I want you to promise me if I let you out, you will stop looking for Angel." Sister Felicity says. "Not gonna happen, Sister." "Listen to me, Mr. Jones, you have no idea what kind of danger you're getting yourself into pursuing that girl." "Well, if it's anything like the kind of danger I've been facing all night, I think I'll continue on with my business." "Mr. Jones, there are other people interested in Angel. People you don't want to cross." "Like Father Milton? Does he know you're down here talking to me?" "No, he's in his office on the phone." "With the people I don't want to cross?" "Yes, one of them." "Fine, maybe they can tell me why they want Angel." "No, if Father Milton is calling who I think he's calling, you do not want to be here." "Then let me the fuck out." "Are you going to give up your search for Angel?" "In case the first answer didn't stick with you, the answer's still no." "Then, I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. I could have lived with the repercussions of setting you free so you can return to Lakeside but if you plan run to amok in this city, then I'll just have leave you to your fate." "Who the fuck has Angel!" Orpheus yells. "May God be with you, Orpheus Jones." Sister Felicity says before the cover slides close. A frustrated Orpheus slams his fist on the steel door, which gives minimal satisfaction. He nurses his fist as he paces from the door, pondering how to escape. But any plan to escape requires opening the door which can only be unlocked from the outside and if whoever is coming for Orpheus is as dangerous as Sister Felicity warned, vaguely, then Orpheus can't face this unknown ominous foe. Orpheus wonders if he should have lied to the nun to get out, tell her that he will gladly give up his search of his lover and return to Lakeside, but to lie to a nun... Wait a fucking minute! Orpheus thinks. I never told her that I'm from Lakeside. An epiphany hits Orpheus like a punch from a Golden Gloves boxer. "Angel." Orpheus deduces Angel must have met with Sister Felicity when she went St. Vincent's. Did Sister Felicity persuade her to leave the same way the nun persuaded him. Was she protecting Angel or was she responsible for Angel getting captured by Moth. And how's a schmuck like Moth involved in all this anyway? More questions spins around Orpheus's mind and as much as he tries to find the answers, the mental image of Angel in Mitsou's school clothes distracts him. Orpheus hears the lock of the steel door loudly unlatch and the door begins to slide open, slowly. He approaches the door as quiet as he can. The door is halfway open when Orpheus is close enough to change at the person outside. In the dimly-lit cellar, he manages to spot a short person and grabs him or her by the coat, pushing that person against a wall. "Hey! What the fuck...?!" yells a girl's voice. It takes a second for Orpheus's eyes to adjust and see a girl with pink hair dressed in a Willowbrook school uniform held against a brick wall. "Oh, shit." Orpheus utters. "You're that girl I..." "Yeah, I'm the girl you saved from that perv!" An angry Cupcake yells. "Now get the fuck offa me!" "Sorry." Orpheus backs away from Cupcake with his hands up. "What are you doing here?" "Duh." Cupcake replies. "I'm bursting you out. You're welcome by the way." "Thank you." Orpheus says. "Is there a way out of here other than the stairs?" "There's an old storm cellar door that takes you to the back." Cupcake begins to walk further down the cellar, gesturing Orpheus to follow. "Aren't you going be in trouble for this?" Orpheus catches up to Cupcake. "I'm already in trouble, not only for that incident with Durant but I was caught skimming money earlier." Cupcake explains. "Was that the guy chasing you?" "Yeah, some asshole who works at city hall." "Actually, he's the chief of police." "Fuck, no. Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse." "I know the feeling." As Orpheus and Cupcake continue to the storm cellar door, Sister Felicity covertly observes them as the pair ascends the cement steps and opens the doors allowing them to escape. "May God be with you both." Sister Felicity praises. "No one else will." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 08 CHAPTER 8 "GOODBYE AND HELLO" A few months ago... The constant pelting of heavy rain on the roof echoes inside the derelict van with the occasional thunder and lighting, but that gives little distraction to the two lovers in the van, sheltered from the storm. Orpheus sits naked on his coveralls laid out on the van's floor holding Angel, wearing her maid's uniform, opened to expose her naked body underneath as she straddles her boyfriend. Angel knocks her head back as she coos from Orpheus sucking on one of her nipple while his hands firms its hold on her ass, timing his pelvic thrusts with hers. Angel moves her hair from her face before taking Orpheus's head and plants several passionate open-mouth kisses. Orpheus is taken by surprise as Angel slaps her hands on her boyfriend's chest, pushing him down on the floor. Helplessly held down, he watches the flashes of lightning shine through the van's windshield and on to Angel, looking down on him with an intense look he never seen in her before. Which scares him. Angel gyrates her hips harder to take more of Orpheus's hard cock in her wanton vagina. Thunder crashes so deafeningly loud, the van shakes. Angel arches her back and snaps her head back and repeatedly slams her open hands on the van's ceiling above her, screaming as if to drown out the thunder. The fear within Orpheus grows as more lightning flashes on Angel, looking like something from Sunday Shock and Horror Night on MetroTV. Despite the increasing terror, his captive cock is still fully erect, more than before. The beautiful blond monster rocks her hips faster, bringing Orpheus close to cumming. Orpheus knocks his head back and screams from the imminent high-magnitude cum-blast his rod is seconds away from discharging and the irrational but all-consuming terror. Angel screams louder, banging on the ceiling harder as she quivers from her impending climax. At the same moment the two lover orgasm, more lightning illuminates the night sky for less than a second as another clap of thunder roars loud enough to overcome the screaming pair. A moment after the lightning, the thunder and the orgasm, rain continues on fall heavily on the van and the Lakeside area. The lightning stops as well as the thunder. Through the hair over her eyes, Angel gazes down on Orpheus, exhausted and covered in sweat, like her. She collapses forward on him, resting her head on his shoulder. The hearts of the lovers are beating so fast, the other can hear it. After long, uncounted minutes of sturdy panting, Angel lifts herself up and slides open the van's side door. Orpheus watches Angel leave the van and walk into the rain, instantly getting wet as she takes a few steps from the van before stopping. Orpheus reaches out in an attempt to call for Angel to come back to the van, but finds himself still exhausted, too tired to speak or keep his hand raised. Angel raises her head and arms to feel the rain from the night sky fall on her face, hands and breasts. Unable to move, Orpheus can only watch his naked girlfriend intentionally getting soaked before losing consciousness. * * * * * * Being a Hawaiian-themed restaurant, the waitresses of Leis are dressed as hula girls to pay homage to the Polynesian culture, as well as attract male customers who like to ogle at women in grass skirts as they serve them chicken wings and beers. Male customers like Orpheus Jones, who can't take his eyes off the semi-dressed servers in their fake glass skirts and fake leis that pass by the table by the front window he shares with Cupcake, sitting across from him. "So, listen." Orpheus finally turns his attention to Cupcake. "Is there anything you can tell me about who Father Milton works for?" "Sorry, I already told you everything I know, I just did what I was told and didn't ask questions." Cupcake informs. "What about the girl I told you about?" Orpheus questions. Cupcake reexamines the photograph of Angel. "I've never her seen before." "So, you don't know for sure if she was a...volunteer, like you at the church?" Orpheus asks. "I started working at the church a few weeks ago, I only know a small few of the girls who work there now." Cupcake hands the photo back to Orpheus. "Besides, she looks like she's in her mid-twenties. That's considered too old for the church's clientele." "Why do you do that kind of work if you go to Willowbrook Academy?" Orpheus takes the photo. "I'm there on scholarship by the Righteous Self Congregation." Cupcake answers. "I don't have rich parents like the other kids over there do." "The RSC?" Orpheus questions. "If their paying for your tuition, then..?" "Because if I don't work as a volunteer for the church, I lose my scholarship." An irate Cupcake snaps forward. "Which I didn't know until my first week there..." "Aloha, welcome to Leis." Orpheus and Cupcake shift their sights to the hula girl with an orange plastic tropical flower in her dark brown hair and dark cinnamon skin standing by their table. Like the other waitresses, she wears her grass skirt, hugging low around her waist with the long strands of fake grass drapes thickly over her crouch and the middle of her ass but thinly on the sides, showing her slender legs. Her lei of purple plastic flowers around her neck droop down over her bosom, cleverly obscuring her nipples from sight to leave some mystery for customers. "My name's Reena, I'll be your waitress for this evening." Reena introduces. "Can we start off with drinks?" "I'll have a Diet Lite." Cupcake leans back on her chair, calming herself down. "A Tweak Up for me," Orpheus glances through the menu. "and a plate of hang 10 wings." "What flavor of sauce would you like?" Reena asks. "We have mild, spicy, barbeque and volcano." "No sauce if you can." Orpheus instructs. "Naked, then?" Reena asks. "Yeah, naked." Orpheus quickly replies, a second before realizing his poor choice of reply. "The wings, I mean." Orpheus is quick to specify. "Not the first guy to explain it for me." Reena assures with a smile. "I'll be right back with your order." A slightly embarrassed Orpheus watches Reena leaving, admiring her bare back side. "You're just making friends wherever you go." Cupcake snidely says. "What can I say, I'm a people person." Orpheus bluntly retorts, looking to the window to the street outside. Directly on the other side of the street from Leis is St. Vincent's Cathedral, the church Orpheus escaped with Cupcake's help. Afterwards, Orpheus, still wanting to know who is the individual Father Milton dispatched to him, decided to stake out the church in hope to find whatever connection this mystery person has with Angel. At first, he thought he would have to observe St. Vincent's in an alley or on a rooftop across the street, but to his luck, when finding Leis, found the ideal stake out spot for himself. "So, what are you going to do now?" Orpheus asks, still looking outside. "It's obvious the RSC are gonna to pull my scholarship, so I can't go back to Willowbrook." Cupcake says. "Mind you, it's probably not the worst thing to happen to me." "How so?" Orpheus still stares through the window. "Well, I heard the last girl who caused trouble was taken to the Doll Factory." Cupcake informs. Orpheus shifts his sight back to Cupcake. "The Doll Factory? That's real?" "I don't know. All I know is no one's seen that girl since." Cupcake answers. "I always thought it was just an urban myth made up by pimps to keep their hookers in line." Orpheus says. "Real or not, the RSC are not going to be so forgiving of me stealing from their cut and helping set free the guy who knocked out one of their valued members." Cupcake leans forward. "I said thanks already." Orpheus reminds. "So what are you going to tell your parents?" "They're dead." Cupcake states. "I was staying with my aunt in Chaykin before I got into Willowbrook and she moved to Florida." "Don't you have any other family or even friends in Chaykin?" questions a concerned Orpheus. "Well, no." Cupcake humbly answers. "You see, I'm not from Chaykin...I'm from Mariner Park." "You're from Mariner Park?" Orpheus is pleasantly surprised. "What street did you live?" "Oh, ahm...Donavan Crescent." Cupcake successfully recalls. "Wallace Road." Orpheus gestures to himself as a smile. "Yeah, Wallace Road, off Waterfront Drive, near the marina." Cupcake smiles from the sudden joy. "Oh my god, I never thought I would meet another Mariner Park refugee after...after what happened..." "Yeah." Orpheus's smile fades away with his joy. "Your family, they were...?" "Yeah." A melancholy Cupcake answers before the questions was completely asked. "Your family too?" "Yeah." Orpheus looks back at the window. An uncomfortable silence falls over Orpheus and Cupcake. Orpheus focuses on the church across the street, not even bothering take so much as a quick glance of any grass skirt wearing waitresses who would pass by. Cupcake looks away from the window and Orpheus to watch the hula girls serving Hawaiian-themed food and beer to the mostly male customers. "Where are those wings already?" Cupcake tries to break the silence. * * * * * * Gemini and Cochise ride their motorcycles down Wolf Avenue, along with ten other Unholy Riders riding behind them. Shops and businesses close up as people hurry to their homes as soon as possible. With Little Tokyo down the street, they know the Unholy Riders are going to war for the death of one of their own. The Unholy Riders continues down the now-deserted street and are halfway through a block when they spot a lone man stands in the middle of the road before an intersection. As they get closer, they see he's an elderly Asian man, maybe in his eighties, dressed in a dark blue kimono. Cochise raises a fist for the bikers behind him to see, signaling them to slow down and stop as they approach the old man. Cochise and Gemini are the first to stop near the elderly man as the others do so. The elderly man stands silently, holding his walking cane in front of him. "You lost, old man?" Cochise calls out. "My name is Xhan." The elderly man speaks as his eyes widen. "I know that you are here for retribution for the murder of your fallen comrade, but I'm here to tell you the Iron Dragons were not responsible, nor were anyone from Little Tokyo." "Xhan?" Gemini questions. "Sensei Xhan?" "You know this joker?" Cochise asks. "Yeah, supposed to be some kung-fu badass from Japan who took control Little Tokyo." Gemini informs. "Not control." Sensei Xhan corrects. "I merely give guidance to those who need it." "I thought you had fortune cookies for that." Cochise says. Sensei Xhan tilts his head as he looks to Cochise for a moment. "I will respectfully let your derogative comment go and ask you all to turn back and leave my community be." "And maybe we'll just keep going so we can find out who killed our friend." Gemini replies. "As I said before, no one in Little Tokyo had anything to do with that." Sensei Xhan states. "And if you continue down this road, the only thing you will find are the Iron Dragons waiting for you in Little Tokyo." "Well, let's not keep them waiting then!" Cochise yells to his biker brothers. Gemini and Cochise ride their motorcycles around pass Sensei Xhan with the Unholy Riders following them. Xhan watches the bikers speed down the street, he looks to the roof of a nearby low-rise building where a shadowy figure stands. "Begin." Sensei Xhan commands. The shadowy figure vanishes. * * * * * * Moth and Pin walk from the car to the boarded-up Archetype Theatre across the street, the unlit marquee which reads OUT OF BUSINESS. Moth surveys the area to find the neighboring businesses are closed for the night or shut-down like the theatre. "You're sure Orpheus is hiding out in there?" Moth asks. "This place has been closed for years, so it's obvious he not watching a movie." "I heard the owner rents out the place to whoever hiding from the police or a gang." Pin informs. "It's a shame this place closed down." Moth lights a cigarette. "I remember Erica Goldberg giving me head while I was watching Snow Job 2." "No, she didn't." Pin dismisses. "She was giving head to Matt Metzger." "And how do you know that?" Moth asks. "Because I was with you when it happened, asshole." Pin corrects. "There after the movie, Metzger kicked our asses and made us shut up about what we saw because Erica was worried her synagogue would find out." "Oh, right." Moth humbly says. "It must have been another girl then." "Uh-huh." Moth disbelievingly utters. "You're a shit liar, Moth." Moth and Pin stop under the marquee when Moth's cell phone starts ringing, interrupting Moth's chance to fabricate another blow job in the theatre story. "You have the honor of reaching the Moth." Moth shamelessly boasts. "How can I give meaning to your life today?" "By shutting up and listening." Lady J's voice answers. "Lady J." Moth dramatic says for Moth to hear. "What do I owe the honor of having you call me?" "I've heard you've been stirring up trouble since we last met." Lady J replies. "Shooting up strip clubs, burning down tattoo parlors. Am I missing anything?" "Yes, there was a bit of a kerfuffle at the Blue Shadow earlier." Moth admits. "But as for me burning down a tattoo parlor, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Don't fuck with me, Moth." Lady J asserts. "Your junkie friend Greenie told me everything. Killing one of the Unholy Riders? Not smart." "Greenie? That lying junkie whore?" Moth denies. "Whatever she's saying about me is bullshit." "Trust me, she had no reason to lie." Lady J assures. "She was completely forthcoming until I had Mr. Bruun end her." "Greenie's dead?" Moth pumps his fist in victory. "Yes, and as for your pursuit of Orpheus Jones, it ends now." Lady J commands. "I don't take orders from you, bitch." Moth snaps. "You will unless you want the Unholy Riders to know about your involvement at the tattoo parlor." Lady J threatens. "They're not gonna believe the word of a dead junkie." Moth says. "Maybe not, but they'll believe the word...of my employer." Lady J states. Moth falls silent as he feels him moment of victory stops dead on its tracks. "I take it from your lack of response and the annoying breathing on the phone, you're going to back off?" Lady J questions. "Fine, I'll back off." Moth gives in. "But you should know he's looking for the blond. You need me to find him and kill him before your boss knows." "No, I don't. I have the matter with Mr. Jones well in hand." Lady J states. "You do?" Moth questions. "Yes, right now he's being detained by a colleague of mine and I'm on my way to collect him." Lady J informs. "Goodbye, Moth, don't call me because I sure as hell won't call you." Moth hears an abrupt dial tone from his phone. As puts his phone away, Moth considers what he learned from Lady J about Orpheus's capture and how it contradicts with Pin's claim of Orpheus hiding in the theatre. So either Lady J is lying or Pin is. * * * * * * After hanging up, Lady J drops her cell phone next to her jacket on the seating of her limo and takes the bottle of vodka for a quick swig. Angel lays on her side on the limo floor in her PVC body harness, facing away from her mistress with her arms still bound behind her in a monoglove and her ankle cuffs latched together. The taste of vodka hangs in her mouth after Lady J forced her to chug down the Russian beverage to wash down the taste of Garbus's sperm. "You're not hung over already?" Lady J asks. "I don't know." Angel answers, awaking from her daze. "I think the drug you injected me with is reacting badly to the vodka." "I guess giving you alcohol while on Ro-Zone may not be safe for you, but then you don't want me to taste Detective Garbus's spank whenever I kiss you, do you?" Lady J inquires. "No, Mistrees." Says Angel. Lady J leans forward to return the vodka back to the liquor cabinet, she centers her focus on Angel's smooth and firm ass. "Your marks and scars are all gone." Lady J says. "You're faster healer." Suddenly, Angel's ass is struck hard by a leather paddle. With her limbs bound, Angel can only wiggle to move away from Lady J with no success. "I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!!!" Lady J yells. Lady J moves off her seat and kneels on the floor to grab Angel's collar and pulls her blond slave up to be face-to-face with her. Pain and terror causes tears to leak down from Angel's eyes. "Do you know what I like more than inflicting pain on people?" Lady J rhetorically asks. "I like looking at the results after I'm done. It's like art for me. The colorations of the bruises, the length and depth of the scars, how the blood trickles down on the skin. And it's always different with every person, like snowflakes." Lady J holds the paddle up to Angel's face. "I've tried to preserve the moment by taking photos but wasn't the same as watching the flesh as it heals, which normally takes days. But you rob me of that pleasure, so I'm forced to do it all over again, and again, and again." "I'm sorry, Mistress." Angel fearfully apologizes. "I can't help it." Lady J pulls the frighten Angel closer to her face. "Of course, you're sorry, slave." Lady J smiles. Lady J presses her lips onto Angel. Surprised, Angel succumbs to her mistress in hope to quash her rage. Lady J soon breaks the kiss and gently guides Angel back down on the floor. Lady J pulls up the hem of her latex mini dress up at her waist, exposing her strip of reddish-brown pubic hair, as she positions herself to kneel over Angel's hips. "There's something I wanted to tell you." Lady J says. "While you were sucking Garbus's cock like a good little whore, I got a call from Father Milton. You remember him, don't you?" Angel nods. "Well, guess who went to St. Vincent's looking for his girlfriend?" Lady J rhetorically asks. "oh, no." Angel utters. "Oh, yes." Lady J replies. "Your ex-boyfriend Orpheus has made quite a ruckus over there but they have him locked up. We're going there right now." Lady J leans forward as she slowly slides her hand between Angel's fully-round breasts. "If you have any hopes about him rescuing you, you can forget it." Lady J states. "No, Mistress." Angel assures. "I left Orpheus back in Lakeside. He shouldn't have come back to Plutopolis." "We'll just have to make sure he'll get the message this time." Lady J proposes, cupping Angel's breast. "Here's the plan, I get Mr. Bruun and beat up Orpheus within an inch of his life, then you tell him that you don't love him and you're with me now, and after his heart breaks...I put a bullet in his brain." Angel wants to plead with Lady J to spare Orpheus's life but she knows it will only have her mistress to use the paddle or the electro butt plug. "Whatever you say, Mistress." Angel agrees. "I've just realized I'm horny again." Lady J states. "It must be from watching you on your knees, sucking cock or maybe it's the idea of me killing your ex-boyfriend." Lady J crawls up Angel's supine body to kneel over Angel's head, positioning her pussy over her blond slave's mouth. "Make me cum before we get to St. Vincent, I will...well, I won't punish you." Lady J reaches under Angel's head and grabs the base of her ponytail, forcing her head up to her cunt. Lady J feels her slave's mouth suckling the nectar of her pink flower. * * * * * * "How did you know about Orpheus hiding here?" Moth suspiciously inquires. "You've been with me since we left the apartment and you've only been on the phone with your mom." "She was the one who told me." A nervous Pin answers. "She found out from one of guys she dated." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 08 "Who?" "...'Slick Vic' Levine. Remember him? He does jobs for the Irish mob." "'Slick Vic' Levine? Your mom found out from him?" "Yeah, he probably knows the owner. That's probably how he knew about Orpheus hiding out here." "Now I remember Levine. Your mom and him used to date until...when exactly?" "I think about a month ago." "A month ago. Why they broke up? "I don't know. I don't keep track of mom's boyfriends." "Well, maybe the fact my mom isn't dating Levine anymore is because he's fucking DEAD!!!." Pin's mouth drops as his lies fall apart. "...dead?" "He got shot down by the police in that bank heist on Commerce Street last month." Moth informs. Moth draws his gun from under his coat. "You say I'm a shit liar?" Moth asks "I won't ask how your whoring mother would know of any of our business including finding Orpheus. I won't ask why she would even care to call up her old boyfriends to help us find Orpheus. And I sure as hell won't ask how your mom got the info of where Orpheus is hiding from a man who died a month ago." Moth aims his gun directly at Pin's terrified face "But I am gonna ask why did you lured me to an abandoned theatre in a deserted street." "I'm sorry, Moth. I didn't have a choice." Pin defensively raises his hands. "He was gonna hurt Mom if I didn't bring you here." "Who?!" Moth demands to know. Moth sees the fear on Pin's face hasn't change but notices his friend isn't looking directly at him but passed him. Like someone behind him. Moth quickly turns a 180 and to his shock sees SpiderBat standing near him. Before Moth could aim and fire, his gun is knocked off his hand by the super-vigilante, followed by a fast punch to his face. Moth lands on his ass on the sidewalk before the rest of his backside. Moth lifts his torso up as SpiderBat slowly marches to him. "I warned you, Moth." SpiderBat points to the downed Moth. "I should have broken both your arms at the Carmen," SpiderBat cracks his knuckles. "I guess I'll start with the fingers and work my way down." "Shoot him!" Moth orders Pin. "But he'll kill Mom." A hesitant Pin says. "Didn't you say you wanted to kill her so you can get the house?" Moth reminds. "Oh, yeah, I did." Pin's face lights up. SpiderBat stops his approach to Moth and turns to Pin as he reaches for his gun. With Pin being a new threat, SpiderBat dashes straight at him. Pin pulls out his CZ 75 just as SpiderBat drops to the ground to dodge the first shot, and swiftly swings his legs to the back of Pin's knees, knocking his feet, and rest of him, off the ground. Gravity takes hold of Pin, plummeting down to a hard landing on the cement. Pin's gun flies out of his hand by the impact, landing near Moth. Moth jumps to his feet to hurry for the gun. The second he grabs the gun, Moth aims it at SpiderBat as he springs himself up. Two shots are fired but misses the fast and nimble SpiderBat as he dives behind the ticket booth. "Pin, you fucking traitor!" Moth yells, running away. "You're dead! You hear me?!" Moth keeps his former friend's gun at the theatre as he runs across the street to his car. Entering his car and locking the door, Moth scans the theatre for anyone chasing after him as he starts the engine. The only person he can see is Pin sitting up, nursing the back of his head, SpiderBat is still hiding behind the ticket booth. At the sound of ignition, Moth slams his feet on the accelerator. The back tires spins and squeals as traction begins to speed the car forward as Moth is a few seconds from a fast getaway. But suddenly... THUD!!! The loud sound from the roof of the car, startles Moth, letting out a fearful whimper but keeping his eyes on the road. Which became no relief for him as SpiderBat's head peeks down on the windshield, causing Moth to scream like a victim in a horror movie. "GET OFF MY CAR, YOU PSYCHO!!!" Moth yells, pointing his gun at his unwanted passenger. A shot is fired, leaving a gapping hole on the windshield but no sign of SpiderBat. "Did I get you?" Moth murmurs with a glimmer of hope of hitting his target. A gloved fist smashes through the driver's door window and grabs Moth's shoulder as he screams again. Moth fires a shoot up at the roof above him. The hand quickly pulls away out of the car and Moth's sight. Not wanting to take any more chances, Moth fires three more shots at the roof. Moth manages to hold back his screaming as SpiderBat lands on his hands and feet on the hood of the car, immediately hanging on for his life. "What the fuck do I gotta do to get rid of you?" Moth utters. Moth swerves his car side to side to throw off SpiderBat as he holds down the accelerator, gaining more speed. SpiderBat pull himself closer to Moth and winds his arm for another glass-smashing punch. "YOU WANTA PLAY ROUGH, ASSHOLE?" Moth shouts, aiming his gun. "WELL, I CAN PLAY ROUGH TOO!" However, whatever road Moth was speeding down is gone as gravity shifts and spins his car. * * * * * * The first thing Orpheus notices leaving the men's room are four Leis waitresses dancing to EMF's 'Unbelievable' at a large table seated by eight men. He stops to take a moment to view a redheaded girl with pale skin in a coconut bra, a short Asian girl who looks more Korean than Polynesian in a flowered headdress, a tall curly-haired brunette with a butterfly-motif tramp stamp and a full-figured black woman with curves in the right places. Upon attentive study, Orpheus determines the dancing to be a mix of traditional hula dancing and the kind of striptease moves he could find at the Blue Shadow. "What's this about?" Orpheus asks Reena, cleaning a nearby table. "Those guys are from the fire department." Reena answers. "After every fire, they come here and the girls dance for them in appreciation of their bravery." "Some kind of Polynesian tradition?" Orpheus questions. "I guess you could call it a tradition." Reena explains. "A tradition to get men to buy beer and wings so they can watch girls in skimpy outfit dance before they move on to the nearest strip club." "Hey, we're on the news." One of the fire fighter calls out, pointing at the wide-screen TV mounted above the bar. With TV in Orpheus's view a caption on the screen catches his eye. TATTOO PARLOR BURNT DOWN IN RUTBERG Rembrandt. Orpheus thinks. Orpheus strides to the bar for a better look at the TV. With the loud music, Orpheus couldn't hear much from the TV and has to study the footage of the fire for clues of which tattoo parlor in the Rutberg district was on fire, praying that it's not Primal Instinct tattoo parlor but only see a three seconds of a burning shop before cutting to a female reporter with a fire truck behind her and switching back to the news anchorman. "You guys were there, right?" Orpheus approaches the fire fighters' table. "Yeah, what of it, pal?" A man with thinning brown hair closest to Orpheus responses. "Do you know the name of the place?" Orpheus asks. "Didn't have time to read the sign on the account the place was on fire." The fire fighter condescendingly remarks. "What street was it on then?" Orpheus patiently asks. "It was Tarrant Street. You work there or something?" "My uncle's the owner." Orpheus states. The once jovial fire fighters suddenly become silent. "What?" Orpheus asks. "What!?" "Ah, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but a body was found." The fire fighter states. "The police said it's the owner." "Oh, god, no." Orpheus lowly blurts. "Wait, what about his wife? Did she survive?" "We don't know, pal. We just take care of the fire." The fire fighter says. Without further word, Orpheus hurries to the table he shared with Cupcake. "I gotta go." Orpheus slams a twenty on the table. "This will cover the bill." "Wait, I thought you wanted to find whoever's coming for you." Cupcake says. "I can't worry about that right now." Orpheus says. A confused Cupcake watches the hastening Orpheus running pass Reena to the door. "Would you like your check now?" Reena asks. "Yeah." Cupcake sighs. "And a job application." Cupcake slumps in her chair with her glass of diet soda, observing the dancing hula girls to learn their moves if she gets a job at Leis, not aware of the limo parking in front of St. Vincent's. * * * * * * "While you were eating my pussy, I've been thinking about this whole Orpheus situation." Lady J begins as she fastens the gag harness of her sex slave. "At first, I thought my only option was to kill him, but then I asked myself; what's stopping me from having two sex slaves?" Angel's eyes widen as Lady J kisses her shoulder. "Wouldn't you like that, slave? Bringing the both of you back together to service me?" Lady J asks. "I've always saw myself as a bit of a romantic." Lady J pulls Angel off the floor and haves her sit next to her. "Think of the fun we'll have breaking him in." Lady J grins, rubbing Angel's arms. "It might take a bit longer with him than it was with you but eventually you'll both be on your knees, eager to tend to my needs." Lady J pulls Angel closer for her lips to be closer to her slave's ears. "Remember that bed at the playhouse?" Lady J questions as her hand slides down Angel's belly. "Imagine Orpheus tied to the bedpost, helplessly watching us having sex in bed. Doesn't that just make you wet?" Angel looks away from her mistress when she feels two fingers violating her slippery slit. The hand between Angel's thighs pulls away and grabs Angel's chin, forcing her to look at Lady J. "Or would you prefer to be tied to the bedposts while I fuck your boyfriend?" A stern Lady J suggests. Unable to speak, Angel shakes her head no. "So, do you like the idea of being co-sex slaves with your ex?" Lady J questions. Angel nods her head. "Good." Lady J withdraws her hands. "Not that you have any say of the matter." The limo door near Lady J is open from the outside by Mr. Bruun with St. Vincent's behind him. "Fetch me my duffel bag from the trunk, Mr. Bruun." Lady J orders her driver then turns back to Angel. "Mr. Bruun will be outside while I take care of business at the church, so I expect you to sit here and wait. Understood?" Angel nods her head. Lady J takes her jacket as she crawls out of the limo and shuts the door. Finally alone, Angel sits back and tries to enjoy her brief time without her mistress. With her arms bound behind her and her feet latched together, she moves her body to face the window facing the street outside. Angel tries to move closer to the window for a better look at Leis across the street when a young man bolts out of the Hawaiian-themed restaurant, sliding his goggles over his eyes. Angel instantly recognizes him. Orpheus. Angel gasps as she watches Orpheus running like hell down the street without even looking to the church to notice the limo parked in front. Despite the tears, Angel views Orpheus as he jumps on a public trash can to mount the top of a bus shelter where he leaps to a telephone and climbs up the rungs high enough to spring across the sidewalk to the roof of a nearby building. After witnessing her only chance of freedom dash from her sight, Angel falls on to the leather seating overcome with helplessness and hopelessness as more tears come. Orpheus, you damn fool. * * * * * * Gemini finds herself laying on asphalt as she regain consciousness. She pulls herself off the pavement to see in horror the intersection of Wolf Avenue and Saratoga Street littered with destroyed motorcycles, fire and blood. The blood of her biker brothers. As Gemini stands up, she spots several Unholy Riders lying dead and bloody, one of them with an arm missing. With Little Tokyo blocks away, the Iron Dragons wouldn't step out this far from their territory, but they're not known to attack in such an expertly stealth fashion. Gemini recalls the moments before they were attacked. It wasn't until the Unholy Riders were a few blocks from Sensei Xhan when one of them noticed the last three riders behind them were missing. A second after that, all Gemini could remember is blood spattering, her friends screaming in pain. Gemini realizes the attack may not be from a gang but by just one person. She instinctually raises her Lorcin L380 to defend herself against her unseen adversary as she cautiously searches the area for survivors. Gemini nears a wide window of a dentist's office, from the corner of her eye she spots a reflection of a dark figure on the window that wasn't there a second ago. Gemini quickly spins herself to the enemy behind her. The figure standing near the middle of the intersection is a woman with a lean muscular body and long jet black hair in a black high-cut bodysuit, black thigh boots and black cover over her nose and mouth, holding a katana sword. Gemini looks into the dark brown almond-shaped eyes of the lady ninja approaching her, swinging her katana cutting into the air. Gemini fires a shoot. With elegant speed and accurate precision of her sword, the ninja deflects the bullet to hit the ground. Gemini is astounded but fires three more shots, only to be deflected by the sword and strikes a parking meter, a wall of the building across from the dentist's office and the light bulb of a lamp post, causing a small explosion of sparks. Gemini contains her frustration and waits for the second the burst of light from the damage street lamp ends and provides the darkness she needs. She fires again. The ninja swings her katana downward and the bullet ricochets and grazes Gemini's shoulder. Gemini's grunt becomes a scream from the pain, she does a quick check on her bleeding wounded shoulder before shirting her sight and her gun back to the scantly-clad katana wielding attacker, firing repeatedly until she's out of ammo before seeing no one there. "Who the fuck was that?" Gemini asks. "Gemini." A wounded voice struggles to call out. Gemini turns to see Cochise with cuts and blood stains, as if he fell through a dozen windows. Gemini hurries to her lover as he falls to his knees. "Swan...Death." Cochise blurts. "What are you saying?" Gemini squats down at Cochise's side to help lift him up. "That's what...she calls herself." Cochise says. "The Swan of Death." Gemini lifts Cochise back up when she spot the lady ninja walking to them where Cochise came from, wiping the blood from her sword with a bandana she took from a slain Unholy Rider. "How did she get over there so fast?" Gemini asks. "You make a run for it, babe." Cochise draws his boat knife. "I'll keep her busy." "No, I'm leaving you with her." Gemini objects. Cochise grabs Gemini by her jacket and forces a kiss on her lips. "Now run before I kill you myself." Cochise threatens. After a moment of reluctance, Gemini runs as fast as she can as Cochise faces the Swan of Death. "What's wrong, bitch?! That the best you got?" Cochise loudly taunts. "Either you show me what you really got RIGHT FUCKING NOW or you get on your knees and BLOW me!" Gemini scuttles in an alley as she hears Cochise yelling a brave battle cry...which abruptly ends. She stops, fearing the worst. As much as Gemini wants to run back, she forces herself to keep running, unaware of the fire escape above her where the Swan of Death observes the fleeing Gemini. All it would take for the beautiful and deadly assassin to kill the surviving Unholy Rider is a shuriken to her jugular or impale her through her heart for a quick death. But the Swan decides to be merciful and allows Gemini to disappear in the alleys before disappearing herself. * * * * * * Moth crawls out of his overturned car through the busted window on the pavement of a parking lot. He looks around to get his bearing and spots the Snyder Street overpass up a steep hillside. ABANDON ALL HOPE FOR YE WHO ENTER HERE is spray painted on the side of the overpass. Moth experiences a whole new level of fear as he stands up off the ground with a tight grip on his gun. An increasingly anxious Moth surveys the parking lot and spots someone near him. He aims, ready to shoot at the first sign of provocation, life-threatening or otherwise. But Moth discovers it to be a life size fiberglass statue of a cartoony woman with shoulder-length blue hair, wide blue eyes and an impossibly narrow waist dressed in a space-age astronaut-styled strapless cocktail dress and high-heeled gravity boots. Moth instantly recognizes her as Princess Bubbleheart from the old cartoon show Space Monkeys. In any other situation, Moth would have been pleased at the sight of the fictional princess of Neptune, even aroused when he got first hard on as a kid one Saturday morning. But it only confirms his worst fears. From the eerie silence of the parking lot, Moth hears moaning from the other side his upside-down car. With his gun in front of him, he cautiously walks around the car to find SpiderBat lying on his front semi-consciously on the ground. "You son of a bitch." Moth hurries to the down SpiderBat with his gun aimed at him. "It wasn't enough for you to turn one of my friends against me? No, you just had to jump on my car some road movie psycho." SpiderBat begins to slowly push himself up and faces the barrel of Moth's gun. "Is your car insured?" SpiderBat sarcastically asks. "All I had to do was gun it through that overpass and I would be safe." Moth angrily states. "Everyone knows you have to speed through the overpass at night but because of you, I fucking missed the overpass and crashed here." "The Snyder Street overpass?" SpiderBat asks with a worried tone. "Are you saying we're..?" "We're at Space Monkeys Adventure Park, you fucking masked moron!" Moth yells. "Y'know who's turf this is?" "The Fiends." SpiderBat answers with a measure of fear even Moth notices. "Yeah, the Fiends." A near-hysterical Moth replies. "Do you know what they'll do to us? What they can do to us? If we're lucky, they'll just kill us on the spot, but if you're unlucky enough to be in the Fiends territory, then your luck is completely shot to shit." SpiderBat surveys the lot as he struggles to stand up. Moth maintains his gun to SpiderBat, but the super-vigilante is not concerned about Moth. "Get that gun off me." SpiderBat continues to scan around him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" Moth questions. The unsettling silence is broken by a sudden, unnerving cackle coming from all directions, causing Moth to erratically wave his gun looking for hostiles to shot at while SpiderBat snaps into action with his fists ready. Movement is seen in the darkness of the parking lot as running, breathing and giggling is heard by SpiderBat and Moth as they become surrounded by the Fiends. With the overpass blocked off, the only path to take is to the theme park. Which the Fiends want. "Because you'll need all the bullets you can spare." SpiderBat answers. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 09 CHAPTER NINE "WAR DRUMS" Six years ago... Orpheus maintains his focus as he nearly finishes the butterfly tattoo on the small of Magga's back as Magga lies on her front on the fully reclined parlor chair wearing only a grey high-cut, loose-fitting half shirt and pink high-cut lace thong. He only got momentarily distracted staring at her ass twice but managed to uphold his task to live up to the expectations of his uncle Rembrandt to ink over a previous tattoo for his hot wife when he expectedly left for some business with the Unholy Riders. Orpheus knows his friends at school would do anything to be in his position, alone with a mature but sexy Thai woman. But despite what his friends would concoct in their hormone-driven imagination, in reality, getting a hard on from viewing Magga's semi-dressed body would be the extent of this situation, as Orpheus surmised at the beginning of the session with Magga, when she closed the shop for the night after Rembrandt left, then steps into the room where Orpheus was preparing the tattoo equipment and pulls the curtain, ensuring complete privacy. Magga had her back to her husband's nephew as she wiggles out of her tight jeans, which Orpheus was powerless to look away, gazing at her firm ass in a lace thong. Fortunately, Magga didn't notice as she laid herself on the chair. Or maybe she did. "Okay, we're done." Orpheus declares, lifting the ink gun from Magga's skin. "Great." Magga raising her head to face Orpheus on the roller stool. "Thanks again for doing this." "My pleasure." Orpheus dabs a tissue on the freshly-inked butterfly. "I'll glad to get rid of the last of your sex slave tattoos." "Rembrandt told me your birthday's tomorrow." Magga says. "Yeah, I'll be eighteen." Orpheus closely examines the butterfly before sitting up, peeling off the latex gloves. "Take a look." Magga pushes herself up on her hands and knees, giving Orpheus one last chance to subtly admire her beautiful butt, and climbs off the chair to step to a full-length mirror. Orpheus adjusts the back support part of the parlor chair up to its usual angled position. "Oh, this is perfect." Magga happily approves, with her back to the mirror to look at her new tattoo. "You're getting just as good as Rembrandt." "Thanks. I've learnt a lot." Orpheus turns away from Magga to prevent himself from ogling at her DD breasts mostly covered by her extremely high-cut shirt to the counter to begin disassembling the ink gun. "So what are your parents doing for your party?" Magga asks. "We're gonna have it at the marina." Orpheus answers. "Just my parents and my friends from school. Dad will probably invite Uncle Seymour, even though he knows I can't stand him." "What about that girl you're dating? Julie?" Magga inquires. "Will she be there?" "No, we broke up." "Oh, why?" "Well, she gave me this bullshit story that despite the two years of us dating, we're not meant for each other and we should see other people." "Why do you think it bullshit?" "Her friends at school act like a bunch of princesses, thinking they're too awesome for the boys of Mariner Park, even the guys on the football team. They think they deserve to be with the kids at Westward." "Oh, that's terrible." "I'll say. We didn't even have sex when we were together." "Really? That long with no sex?" "Julie kept putting it off, saying it wasn't the right time." "Was Julie going to be your first?" "Yeah." "So, you're a virgin then?" Orpheus takes a moment before deciding to answer honestly. "Yes, I'm a virgin." Orpheus admits. Magga's lace thong falls on the counter in front of a surprised Orpheus. He turns on the stool and gasps with shock at the sight Magga standing in front of him, completely naked. "Well, we can't have that now." Magga smiles. "What are you doing?" Orpheus asks, standing up. "Giving you your birthday present." Magga steps to Orpheus and kisses him. Orpheus feels Magga's tongue sliding against his, causing his body temperature to raise, his heart to beat faster and his hard on getting harder. "But I...I turn 18 tomorrow." Orpheus hesitates to state. "It's 12:15 am. It is tomorrow." Magga pulls Orpheus's t-shirt up. "Happy 18th, Orpheus." After Magga tosses aside the shirt, the Thai temptress plants a series of sensuous kisses on Orpheus's bare chest and neck while her fingertips lightly messages his shoulders. Orpheus closes his eyes and moves his head back as he drinks in the new sensations overtaking his senses. Magga's hands glides down Orpheus's torso to undo his jeans. Before going any further, Magga takes Orpheus's hands and guides him to sit on the parlor chair. Immediately, the shoes and socks are pulled off by Magga, moving on to the jeans and underwear in one expertly executed yank, exposing Orpheus's proud standing penis. At Magga's gesture, Orpheus sits back of the parlor chair. Magga smiles to the naked and recently of legal age man as she steps over to the end of the leg rest of the chair and crouches down to his feet. "I hope you're not too ticklish." Magga gently holds one of Orpheus's feet. Orpheus gasps unsteadily with his eyes locked on to Magga slowly licking his big toe from base to tip as she seductively looks back. After two more licks, Magga takes the big toe into her mouth, sucking on it as her full lips slowly slides up to the tip, repeating the process several times. Magga moves both feet to the edges of the leg rest to spread Orpheus's legs further apart, allowing the Thai cougar to crawl up the chair. She stops to inspect the cock firmly standing before her, swelling with anticipation. Magga begins with gently massaging the base of the shaft, she grins to Orpheus before lowering her mouth to the flesh spear. Orpheus moans with delight, feeling Magga's mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. Magga takes her time in her oral task, which Orpheus doesn't mind, grabbing the head rest behind him to steady himself from the sudden trembles. Magga pulls her lips away from the shaft, delicately stroking it with her skilled fingers. "Now, for the fun part." Magga grins again. Still caressing the young virgin cock, Magga raises her body up and moves herself forward. Magga lowers her hips down over Orpheus's member as it slides in her inviting vagina. Magga rocks her hips fast, sitting up to face the birthday boy as his hands clamps on to her waist. As beautiful as Magga's eyes are, Orpheus's eyes keep shifting down to her bouncing DD tits. "Do you think Julie's tits are as nice as mine?" Magga asks, slowing her pelvis motions down. "No." Orpheus quickly answers. "Not even close." Magga takes one of Orpheus's hands and presses the open palm on one of her globes. The fingers automatically cups and gently fondles the soft flesh. "Oh, you feel so good." Orpheus says, unsure even to himself whether he meant Magga's tit or cunt. "You could never have it this good with someone as inexperienced as Julie." Magga says close to Orpheus's face. "I know." Orpheus agrees. "You're very...experienced...and so, so beautiful." Magga smiles and kisses Orpheus. "Come for me, baby." Magga whispers in his ear. "Show me what Julie's missing." A gentle nibbling of his earlobe ignites Orpheus to grab Magga's ass and thrusts his cock as he feels his orgasm nearing. As Magga gyrates faster and to accommodate, Orpheus feels the smooth and slippery walls of her pussy tighten its hold on his captivated cock, obviously a skill Magga learned during her time as a sex slave. Even Orpheus was unprepared for the incredibly overwhelming euphoria he undergoes when his sex rod discharges what feels like a gallon of seamen through his urethra. As the post-orgasm bliss runs its course, Orpheus falls back on the chair exhausted. Magga takes a deep breath and stretches her arms above her, still sitting on Orpheus's lap. "That was great." Orpheus complements. "Thank you." Magga lightly massages Orpheus's chest. "Rembrandt thought you would want something to remember turning eighteen." "Wait, Rembrandt knows about...this?" Orpheus raises his head in worry. "Yes, it was his idea." Magga divulges. "Oh, did you think I had sex with you because I'm in love with you?" Magga smiles as she taps the tip of Orpheus's nose. "That's so sweet." "Actually, I'm kinda relived that he knows." Orpheus admits. "I wasn't sure how I was gonna face Rembrandt after fucking his wife." "Oh, such a loyal nephew." Magga says before she kisses Orpheus. "Happy birthday, Orpheus, and many more." * * * * * * Orpheus looks over the burnt parlor chair, standing in the middle of the charred remains of Primal Instinct. Only hours ago, Orpheus was here for comfort and shelter by his only surviving family in his city-wide quest. Orpheus hopes the firefighter at Leis was wrong that his uncle Rembrandt died in the fire and he and Magga is safe at the nearest hospital or having drinks at the Bullethead. But he can't ignore the grief from losing his last living relative, or the possibility it could be his fault. Orpheus ponders if someone attacked Rembrandt for retribution on him. The Steelheads, the Boudreaux Street Business Association, Matilda, maybe even Father Milton. Any of them could have found out Orpheus's relation to Rembrandt to find him which results in his uncle's death and torching of his home and business. But would they risk incurring the wrath of the Unholy Riders? Flattering as it is for Orpheus that someone is willing to go to war with the Unholy Riders over a grunge, he doubts that anyone would do what he considers suicidal and idiotic. Except maybe Moth. The thought of Moth killing Rembrandt slowly begins to infuriate Orpheus. What if his has Magga? What could he be doing to her right now? Or what if it wasn't Moth but the person he worked for? The one who has Angel. All this destruction could be a message to Orpheus, threatening him to back off in his pursuit of Angel. One thing is certain for Orpheus. Neither Moth nor his joke of a gang would be dumb enough to return to the scene of the crime. * * * * * * Zane carefully sticks his head out from the alley across the street from the scene of the crime. "You sure it's him." Oxy-Mo carelessly steps out of the alley, when anyone can see him. "Get back here, dumbass." Zane grabs Oxy-Mo's arm and pulls him back in the alley. "Why do ya think we've been hiding here for in the last hour? To take a piss?" After Zane successfully retrieves Oxy-Mo back into the cover provided by the alley, he let go of his dense friend. Oxy-Mo wasn't sure to answer yes or no to Zane's question being someone who always had a blind spot for rhetorical questions, or questions of any kind. "It's that Orpheus guy who just walked in the tattoo parlor." Zane says. "He must be here to check out the damage." "So, what now?" Oxy-Mo asks. "What do ya think, stupid?" Zane pulls out his gun. "We kill that fucker." "But Moth wants to kill him." Oxy-Mo reminds. "Which he failed miserably to do." Zane argues as he looks out the alley. "Okay then, let's waste him." Oxy-Mo draws his gun, about to charge from the alley. "Hold it, you idiot." Zane extends his arm to block Oxy-Mo. "You can't just run up to him, he'll hear you coming and we've seen how fast he is." "So we should...sneak up on him." Oxy-Mo suggests. "Like Moth did at the Carmen." "You have a brain after all, Oxy." Zane compliments. "Orpheus has his back on us, he's distracted, so now's the time to sneak up behind him and...then we waste him." "Fuck, yeah." Oxy-Mo agrees with mean smile. The second the two would-be assassins step out of the alley, they both spot Detective Garbus on the other side of the street, shining his flashlight on the tattoo parlor as he nears it. Zane and Oxy-Mo stop as Garbus pulls his gun from his coat and the two quickly squats down to avoid being spotted. "Ya think that's a cop?" Oxy-Mo whispers. "He sure ain't a biker." Zane whispers back. * * * * * * "This is a crime scene." The voice behind the glaring light declares. "Get that fucking light out of my face." Orpheus demands. Garbus holsters his gun and takes out his badge before lowering his flashlight. "Detective Garbus, homicide." The detective presents his badge, walking to Orpheus. "You mind telling me what you're doing here?" "This is my uncle's shop." Orpheus answers. "I heard about the fire and got here as fast as I could." "Name?" Garbus questions. "Orpheus Jones." Orpheus replies. "What about Rembrandt? Is he okay?" "Well, I'm sorry to tell you this Mr. Jones, but we found your uncle's body in the wreckage." Garbus informs. "Oh, god, no." Orpheus takes a moment to mourn. "What about Magga?" "Rembrandt's wife? She's safe. She's at the 12th right now under protective custody." "Oh, thank the gods for that." "I'm on my way over there now, I can give you a lift to see Magga." "Yeah, I'd like that." Orpheus accepts. "Give my feet a rest." Orpheus follows Garbus out of the parlor at the sidewalk outside. "Do you have any idea who did this?" Orpheus asks. "Your uncle was one of the Unholy Riders and they have no shortage of enemies, so we think this was the work of a rival gang." "Another gang? Like the...Steelheads?" Orpheus inquires. "No, the Iron Dragons." Garbus answers. "Wait, the Iron Dragons?" Orpheus stops walking. "But we're miles from Little Tokyo." "They've attacked outside their territory before." Garbus stops and turns to Orpheus. "Not in the past year, not since Sensei Xhan." Orpheus states. "Sensei who?" "Sensei Xhan. He came to Plutopolis last year and took over Little Tokyo practically overnight. He's kept the Iron Dragons on a tight leash ever since. You're a cop, you should know this." "My knowledge of the Japanese culture extends only to the Godzilla movies on MetroTV." "If the Unholy Riders find out..." "Oh, they already know. They're probably on their way over to Little Tokyo right now for payback." "Jesus, this could start a war." "Let's hope so." "Isn't the police doing anything about this?" "Yeah, they're staying clear of it until it blows over." "What? You're gonna stand back and let a gang war happen under your watch?" "If Godzilla and King Kong want to duke it out, the smartest thing to do is to back away and let them have it out. I learned that from the movies." "Who are you rooting for?" "Me? Another thing I learned from the Godzilla movies, it doesn't matter who wins just along as someone loses. And with this war between the Iron Dragons and the Unholy Riders, well, I don't see a lot of winners coming out from this." Orpheus is stunned by Detective Garbus's lack of concern of the certain loss of life to come, reminding him how the police do nothing about the decimation of the Anarchists. But Orpheus's concerns fall back to the matter at hand. "This whole situation with the Iron Dragons doesn't feel right." Orpheus says. "We can discuss it all at the 12th." Garbus gestures Orpheus to follow him. "How did you find out that they did this?" Orpheus questions. "Because I think you and the Unholy Riders were given false information. I think the Iron Dragons had nothing to do with the attack." "Maybe, but there's nothing you can do." Garbus insists. "The Bullethead isn't far from here." Orpheus looks down the street opposite from Garbus. "The Unholy Riders are probably meeting up over there." "You think they're going to let you in their private club?" Garbus asks. "I used to work here." Orpheus thumbs at the parlor. "I've inked half the gang, including the leader. That might get me through the door." "Well, we'll never know because you're coming with me." Garbus asserts. Garbus's statement causes Orpheus to face the detective aiming his gun at him from the waist. "What the fuck?" A surprised Orpheus blurts. "Hands up." Garbus calmly orders. "You're under arrest" "On what charge?" Orpheus keeps his hands to his side. "Breaking and entering for starters." Garbus takes out his hand cuffs. "And you just happen to match the description of a suspect who threw a man out of a window in Market Street a few hours ago." "Magga's not at the 12th, is she?" Orpheus asks. "Nope, I haven't even met her." Garbus admits. "Now, turn around and place your hands on your head." Orpheus knows he has only a few seconds to think of an escape plan. With his back turned and his hands on his head, Orpheus could wait until Garbus is close enough for him to give the detective a swift elbow to the face or a swift knee to his crotch, allowing enough time to run, but there's the risk of getting shot. The shattered window of the parlor is five feet behind Orpheus, he could jump through the window and run to the back door leading to the back driveway where he can make his getaway, but he could get shot before he gets three feet to the window. The few seconds become fewer for Orpheus, unable to concoct a plan. Then in the corner of his eye, Orpheus spots the familiar face of Oxy-Mo and Zane standing out of the alley they hidden themselves in. Within his last second, a new plan is falls into place. "You brought backup, Detective?" Orpheus points to Oxy-Mo and Zane across the street. "Because I sure did." Garbus keep his gun on Orpheus as he looks to where he's pointing and sees the two armed culprits. From the angle and distance they view the detective, neither one can see Garbus's gun, blocked by his out-of-shape body. "One of them is a crack shot." Orpheus says with conviction. "Take one more step towards me and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." Orpheus cautiously steps backwards to the parlor. Seeing their quarry about to bolt, Oxy-Mo and Zane hurries to Orpheus with their guns aimed at him. "OH, MY GOD! THOSE TWO WANT TO KILL ME!" Orpheus yells, pointing at the advancing gunmen. Garbus shifts his gun to Zane and Oxy-Mo. "Police! Put your weapons down!" Garbus orders, pulling out his badge. Zane and Oxy-Mo stop at the sight of the gun pointed at them, but aims their guns at Garbus. "Out of the fucking way, old man!" Zane yells. "Orpheus is coming home with us." "Yeah, and not in the gay way." Oxy-Mo adds for some reason. "You see this badge?" Garbus yells. "That means I'm the law!" "You see this?" Zane vulgarly grabs his crouch. "That means you can blow me!" "Yeah, you can blow him." Oxy-Mo verifies. "Shut the fuck up, Oxy." Zane says from one side of his mouth. The yelling and threats continue in this standoff with the police detective and the two petty criminals, oblivious that Orpheus has already fled the scene. * * * * * * SpiderBat and Moth run to the opened gates of Space Monkeys Adventure Park, knowing fully well the abandoned amusement park belongs to the Fiends, the most feared gang in Plutopolis. Passing the gates, Moth stops before the fiberglass statues of a trio of cartoon monkeys in astronaut suits, turns and fires several shots at the screaming horde of psychopaths pursuing them. SpiderBat grabs Moth's arm, towing him along as he continues to run further into the park. "Do you think you have enough bullets to shot all of them?" SpiderBat questions. "What else can I do? Hurt their feelings?" Moth retorts. "I'm in this shit storm because of you!" SpiderBat grabs Moth's coat and pulls him close for a face-to-face. "Maybe if I give you to the Fiends, they'll let me go." SpiderBat proposes. "Are you serious?" Moth asks. "The Fiends will just go after you next." "At least I get to watch you die." SpiderBat snickers through his mask. "If you heard the same stories I did, you'd know that a quick death is nicest thing the Fiends will do to us." Moth pushes himself free. "There's too many of them for even you to fight, so if we're gonna to survive this, we both have work together." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 09 "Us? Together?" SpiderBat disbelievingly asks. "Hey, you need me just as much as I need you." Moth firmly states. "I need you?" SpiderBat pauses to consider. "Fine." He agrees. "Any idea how to get out of this predicament?" Moth opens his mouth but no words come out. "No, I got nothing. You?" "Right now, we run like hell." SpiderBat orders. "See, we're working together already." Moth declares. * * * * * * "Did you enjoy yourself?" Mitsou asks as she leaves her room, doing only three buttons on her blouse. "Not as much as I enjoyed you." Chuckles a middle-aged man with a round head puts his glasses on as he follows his fantasy Asian schoolgirl temptress made real to the hallway. "Oh, Dougie." Mitsou grins, wrapping her arm around the portly waist of her donator before proceeding down the hall to the nave of St. Vincent's Cathedral. "So, what was that fight that happened earlier all about?" asks Dougie. "Oh, with Cupcake? She's always bringing her baggage here." Mitsou explains. "That punk that was making trouble was probably some guy she met at a club." "She's the one with the pink hair, right?" "Yeah, but I wouldn't waste my money on Cupcake if I were you. She's not as dedicated as the rest of the girls here." "You've said the same thing about any girl I bring up." "Have I? I just don't want you to leave disappointed. Your satisfaction here is important to me." "You mean my money is important to you." "Your money's important to Father Milton, you are important to me." "Important enough for, maybe, a threeway?" "Oh, I'd like that. It'll cost extra but I promise it will be worth your while." "Which girl do you think we should get?" "Leave that to me. I know what you like." "You think Sister Felicity would be interested?" "Oh, you are bad." Mitsou and Dougie separate from each other as they enter the nave. "See you next week." Dougie walks the side aisle. "I'll be counting the days." Mitsou blows a kiss. As she walks to the first pews to rejoin her Willowbrook schoolmates, Mitsou notices them standing in a line. Getting closer, she spots Father Milton and Sister Felicity talking with Lady J. At the end of the lineup of Mitsou's follow volunteers, a skinny black girl with long wavy black hair discreetly waves to Mitsou, gesturing her to get in line next to her. Mitsou hurries to her spot as quiet as she can. "What's going on, Winter?" Mitsou whispers. "Remember that guy Father Milton locked up in the cellar?" Winter leans over to ask. "Yeah, Orpheus." Mitsou replies. "Somehow, he escaped and Lady J is none too pleased about it." Winter states. "After that, she told the donators to leave and had us lined up. You remember the last time she did that?" "Right, Kelly." Mitsou says with dread. * * * * * * "I am very disappointed." Lady J exclaims to the priest and the nun. "I came here expecting to find a certain troublemaker locked up only to find that he's escaped. Care to explain?" "We were just as surprised as you when..." The striking backhand of Lady J violently halts Father Milton's response. Mitsou, Winter and the other Willowbrook girls are shocked into silence. "I want an explanation, not excuses." Lady J demands. "How did Orpheus Jones escape?" "We...don't know." Father Milton is unable to give a more detailed explanation. "Well, given the fact that the door to the room you locked him in can only be opened from the outside, someone here must have let him out." Lady J turns and marches to the schoolgirls. "Do any of you know who?" Nearly simultaneously, the Willowbrook girls shudder with fear from Lady J's inquisition. "Be warned, girls, it should go without saying that whoever sent Mr. Jones free will be sent to the Doll Factory." Lady J advises, standing in front of the girls. "And if any of you are covering up for the guilty party, then you will be sent away along with her." Mitsou knows she had nothing to do with Orpheus's breakout but worries if Sister Felicity brings up her encounter with him, and her complete lack of discretion, she could end up the priest's and nun's scapegoat to Lady J and on her way to the Doll Factory. Unless Mitsou finds a scapegoat of her own. "Ah, excuse me, if I may?" Mitsou slowly raising her hand before looking to Sister Felicity. "Sister, shouldn't Cupcake be here with the rest of us?" Lady J does a quick look over of the girls. "There's supposed to be ten girls working here, I only count nine." "I sent Cupcake to her room after the incident to collect herself." Father Milton explains. "I'll go get her now." "Oh, she's not in her room, Father." Winter informs. "I went to see how she was doing before coming here, but she wasn't there." "Then where the hell is she?" Lady J questions. "I...sent her home." Sister Felicity takes a step to Lady J. "She was very shaken up after what happened, so I sent her back to Willowbrook. She's probably on the el train to the Westward Island Ferry by now." "That wasn't your decision to make." Father Milton sternly states. "Is it possible that Cupcake freed Jones for coming to her rescue?" Lady J asks. "No, I was with her the whole time soon after the incident until I escorted her out." Sister Felicity states. "Have any of you seen the Sister with Cupcake on the way out?" Lady J questions the girls. "Oh, we didn't use the front doors." Sister Felicity furthers. "Cupcake didn't want to face the other girls, so I took her out back through the atrium." "Can anyone confirm this?" Lady J asks the girls. "Did anyone see Cupcake leave the church?" "Well, I didn't see Cupcake," Winter adds. "but when I went to get some clean bed sheets, I saw Sister Felicity leaving the cellar." "What were you doing in the cellar, Sister?" Father Milton steps behind the nun, preventing her from backing away. "What do you think she did?" An angry Lady J strides to Felicity close enough to grab her neck. "You let Jones out, didn't you?" "Yes." Sister Felicity answers. "I convinced him that finding Angel will only get him killed then I let him out. He's probably leaving town right now." "Do you know what kind of trouble you brought down on us?" Lady J furiously asks. "Yes, I'm aware." Sister Felicity answers. "Which is nothing compared to what will happen if she..." Lady J throws Sister Felicity down to the carpeted floor, causing her to fall on her knees and elbows. Father Milton takes a few steps back from the downed nun. "I don't why the hell Father Milton included you in our plan but I'm going to fix that mistake." Lady J exclaims, taking out her switchblade. Some of the Willowbrook girls gasp as the blade ejects and Lady J grabs the back of the nun's habit. The blade swiftly cuts through the black fabric all the way down passed the hips. "No! Stop!" Sister Felicity yells. Sister Felicity's protests and resistance fall short as Lady J continues to cut or tear off the nun's clothing. Mitsou claps her mouth as she witnesses Sister Felicity in peril. Better you than me, Sister. Lady J stands up as she puts away her blade with Sister Felicity sobbing on the floor, covering her face to hide her shame. The nun is grabbed by the arm and roughly pulled up to stand by Lady J, forcefully displaying to the lined up girls Sister Felicity's unclothed, ivory-skinned body wearing only her wimple. In a feeble attempt of modesty, Sister Felicity quickly places her forearm over her small breast and her hand over her delta of dark chestnut brown pubic hair. "Is this my punishment?" Sister Felicity looks to Lady J. "You stripping me naked in the house of God to humiliate me?" "I'm just getting started." Lady J walks to her duffel bag. "Did you know in the 13th century, there was a group of Catholic monks who would engage in self-flagellation if they didn't live up to their sacred duties?" "A practice that was abolished centuries ago." Sister Felicity states. Lady J smiles as she draws out a cat o' nine tails whip. Walking to the nude nun, Lady J grabs the hand covering Sister Felicity's breasts and forces it to hold the whip. "I think a comeback is long overdue." Lady J steps back. Sister Felicity looks at the long tails of the whip, then at Lady J as she lets the handle slowly slip from her hand and fall to the floor. "If you want me to be punished, you're going to have to do it yourself." Sister Felicity defiantly states. "Well, look who's willing to be a martyr?" Lady J walks behind Sister Felicity to speak in her ear. "I'll bet Cupcake would be so grateful to you if she knew about you taking the wrap for setting Jones free." "Cupcake had nothing to do with that." Sister Felicity defends. "It's so sweet how you try to protect these little whores like they're your children." Lady J says. "I'll give you this, Sister, your compassion makes you good nun. However, it doesn't make you a good liar." Lady J strides around the naked nun and to the girls. "But you're right, Sister. If I want something, I should do it myself." Lady J stops in front of a short red-headed girl. "You, girl. What's your name?" "Ch...Cherry, ma'am." The red-headed girl nervously answers. "Such a pretty name." Lady J smiles. "Thank you." Cherry replies. "Now, turn around and lift up your skirt." Lady J orders in a friendly tone. "Yes, ma'am." Cherry reluctantly complies. A fearful Cherry slowly turns her back to Lady J. Her shaking hands holds the hem of her skirt and pulls it up, revealing the purple and white striped panties covering her bubble butt. "A pretty ass with a pretty name." Lady J states. "What? No thank you?" "Th...thank you, ma'am." Cherry says. Cherry quivers as she feels Lady J's fingertips glide across her ass, ending with a light scratching from her nails. The hand then slides under the waistband and takes a firm hold of her ass-cheek. Cherry gives a brief moan when she feels the nail digging into her flesh. "I'll bet you don't have much of a threshold for pain, do you, Cherry?" Lady J inquires. "No, ma'am" Cherry answers. "You don't even like to be spanked?" "No, ma'am." "When I was about your age, I had a stepfather who spanked me all the time. Whenever I misbehaved, which was a lot, he would force me over his lap, pull off my dress and my panties and spank me bare bum. Really hard." Lady J gently withdraws her hand from Cherry's panties and begins lightly combing her fingers through Cherry's hair. "Then, one day, he caught me lifting some money from his wallet and just lost it. He spanked me harder than before. But halfway through, I suddenly had an incredible orgasm. My first orgasm. Since then, I've learned how to derive pleasure from pain, something I like teaching to other people." The fingers stroking Cherry's hair curls up into a fist, pulling on the hair. Cherry screams as her head is pulled back. The girls on either side of Cherry quickly back away from her and Lady J, breaking the line but staying close. "I don't know how many lashes I have to inflict on your pretty little ass before you start to like it, but I'm willing to find out." Lady J asserts "All night if I have to." "STOP!" Sister Felicity yells. Lady J looks to Sister Felicity, standing with her hands to her sides, holding the cat o' nine tails. Lady J releases her hold on Cherry. "What do you plan to with that?" Lady J asks. Sister Felicity braces herself as she holds out the whip and flings it to her left, the tails wraps around her shoulder and loudly strikes her back, causing her to winch from the pain. "Harder." Lady J demands. The naked nun flings the whip to her right, striking her back slightly harder. "I said HARDER!!!" Lady J yells. "Unless you stop holding back and flog yourself to my satisfaction, I will take that whip and use it on every one of these whores before sending them to the Doll Factory, starting with Cherry." Sister Felicity shuts her eyes to prevent her tears from showing. She flings the whip to her left again as hard as she can. She loudly cries from the searing pain of the lashes marks on her back. Tears fall from her eyes. "Better." Lady J grins. "Continue." * * * * * * The mild lighting of the candles along with the Japanese bamboo pipe music in the background gives much needed relaxation to Sensei Xhan, lying naked on his front on the large massage table. Hot massage oil is poured on his back by a beautiful Japanese woman, wearing only hair sticks to keep her long black hair tied in a bun and a lotus flower tattoo on the small of her back. Xhan is already in serene as he feels her hands sensually slather the oil over his entire back, moving to his lower back. A second pair of hands caresses the upper back, sliding to the shoulder and neck. The second Japanese woman is equally beautiful as the one kneeling over Xhan's backside, with her long black hair flowing down her back, barely covering the lily flower tattoo on the small of her back. Xhan's serenity slowly ascends from the skilled hands massaging his muscles as well as applies delicate pressure to certain spots that miraculously cause a change in blood flow which revives Xhan's elderly body. Something no ordinary masseuse can do. As the girl with the lily tattoo trails her fingernails up Xhan's shoulders to meet at the neck, the girl with the lotus tattoo slides her oil-covered hand between Xhan's thighs. The sensei gladly raises his hips enough for her to give his scrotum a gentle squeeze. The dainty fingers wraps around Xhan's cock, already lengthening from the redirected blood flow, and gently strokes it as the other hand massages his perineum. Xhan opens his eyes to marvel at the lovey legs of the girl pressing her shifting thumbs on the back of his neck. As if the woman who the legs belong to knows, she slowly squats down, keeping her knees far apart, giving him the perfect view of her hairless cunt as she rubs his shoulder tendons. "Over, please." The masseuse with the hair sticks says. As Xhan turns over on his back, his manhood proudly erected with the same vigor and girth he had in his much younger years. Oil is poured on his chest by the girl near his head as the girl by his legs spreads the oil while gently caressing his tower of power. Xhan looks up at the smiling faces above him. It pleases him to pretend to notice their identical faces for the first time and discover the two naked raven-haired temptresses are twin sisters. The lily-tattooed masseuse mounts the massage table and crawls over the sensei to her lotus-tattooed sister, giving him another showing of her pussy as she kneels with her knees on the either side of Xhan's head. Xhan feels another hand on his cock, caressing the base. With the sisters each having a hand on the love shaft, stroking in sync, one hand is massaging the scrotum while another hand is massaging the pubic bone. They patiently wait for the chance to use their mastery of the human body's secret sex spots in a final act. Soon, Xhan's eventual quivering is the signal the twins were waiting for, prompting both to simultaneously and swiftly stab at the sides of the pubic bone with two fingers. Instead of pain, Xhan is thrown into absolute ecstasy, triggering his ejaculation. The sensei's pearl-white comes boiling up through his throbbing shaft, spraying his manseed onto the gloriously round flesh-globes of the sisters, squeezing every drop. As Xhan recovers, the twins releases his softening cock and dismounts the table on either side. Xhan looks at the two naked masseuses smiling at him. He lifts his hands to them, both graciously take. "My Lotus." Xhan says to the sister on his right. "My Lily." He says to the sister on the left. "You both make this old man feel young again." "Thank you, Sensei." The twins reply. The twins help the elderly sensei off the massage table to the shower stall at the far end of the room. Wide enough for all three, the twins thoroughly wash their sensei from top to bottom, afterwards the sisters take turns washing the semen off their tits, moving on to the rest of their bodies, under Xhan's inspection. After the sisters dry off Xhan, one sister slips him in a terry cloth robe while the other sister fits him in slippers. The sisters hurryingly dry themselves before attending to their attire, which is consists of slippers and a red satin thong for each of them. One of the twins ties her hair in a bun with hair sticks to match her sister's, who retrieves Xhan's walking cane for him. Xhan slides open the room divider and leaves the massage room with his topless twin companions behind him, walking down the shoji paneled hall of the Rising Tiger Relaxation Spa, a massage parlor Xhan owns. From the opposite direction, one of the spa masseuses, a young Asian girl accompanied by an older Asian male walks in from around a corner. Like the twins, the masseuse wears only the same red satin thong, a standard 'outfit' for the female employees of Xhan's spa, while the male customer wears regular clothes. The masseuse and the customer move to the side of the hall and bow their heads in respect to Xhan as he casually saunters pass them. Xhan and the sisters part way as the sensei enters another room while the twins continue down the hall. The room is wide and with a rectangular low table. Four Asian males in terry cloth robes, two elderly, the other two middle-aged, are sitting at the table, each accompanied by a lovely thong-wearing masseuse. "Good evening, gentlemen." Xhan greets, kneeling at the head of the table. "I trust you all have enjoyed yourselves with my girls." Xhan's guests, businessmen/leaders of the Little Tokyo community, jubilantly convey a positive reply to their host. "I tell you, if my wife ever found out we've been having our meetings here, she would cut out my sex organs and force me to watch her put them through a meat grinder." One elderly man jovially says. "Really? My mother does that to me every day." Jokes the middle-age man. "I don't have to worry about that with my wife." Another middle-age man states. "If she questions me about my meetings here, I'll question her on why she came back from one of her 'book club meetings' without her panties." The attention immediately shifts to the twins as they walk in. One sister carries a small tray of tea cup while the other sister carries a ceramic teapot. "And the parade of beautiful women still goes on." Another elderly man says. The twins smile as they begin serving tea to Xhan and his guests. Halfway through, the attention of the room is lured by the abrupt cacophony of loud obnoxious laughter and wildly immature banter spoken in Japanese by an Asian man in his late twenties, making a less-then dignifying arrival to the meeting with two of the Rising Tiger's half-naked masseuses on each muscular arm. As well as discourteous, the late-comer was also shirtless, revealing his tattoo of a dragons made of dark metal with its wings spread over the impressively firm muscles of his chest and a tail going down to his six-pack abs, the emblem of the Iron Dragons. His black leather trousers hung low from his waist, which is too low for the company of men with him. As for the Asian beauties serving as his arm candy, the masseuse on his right arm is a tall Japanese woman with dark brown shoulder-length hair, openly wearing a terry cloth robe with her satin thong. The masseuse on his left arm stands out from the rest of her co-workers, being shorter than most of the girls, with her long hair dyed blond, wearing her satin thong, hoop earrings and a black t-shirt that tightly covers her tits with her poking nipples to be seen from across the room. "So nice of you to join us, Mr. Sato." Xhan scowls at the bare-chested man, before looking at the masseuse wearing what is obviously Sato's shirt. "Why are you wearing that?" Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 09 "Well, Lin-Ling was a little shy, it being her first day here, so, being the gentleman I am, I gave her my shirt right after she and Soo gave me my happy ending." Sato boasts to Xhan before shifting to the blond Asian. "But if you ask me, honey, you have no reason not to show those mighty fine fun-bags since they have the cutest nipples in all of Little Tokyo." "Thank you, Mr. Sato...I mean Sonny." Lin-Ling smiles, hiding her discomfort. "Shall we get started?" Xhan gestures to the far end of the table, Sato usually sits. Sato makes his way to his place at the table with Lin-Ling and Soo in tow as the twins prepare a cup of tea for him before walking to stand behind Xhan. "We need to discuss the matter about those bikers wanting to attack us." One of the leaders speaks. "Nothing to worry about, old man." Sato rudely interjects, kneeling down at the end of the table with Lin-Ling and Soo standing behind him. "I got my guys out there keeping watch. If those bikers sent foot in Little Tokyo, they'll get the full force of the Iron Dragons." "An effort appreciated, Mr. Sato, but unnecessary." Xhan states. "No later than an hour ago, a small group of Unholy Riders were on their way to our community. They were intercepted and dealt with...by the Swan of Death." Everyone goes silent for a moment. "What? You all think that's the end of it?" Sato breaks the silence. "How many were there?" "Twelve." Xhan answers. "That was probably just a scouting party." Sato suggests. "The Unholy Riders are not just going to back off and those deaths go unavenged, they'll come back in greater numbers. Can your personal assassin kill them all? Can the Swan of Death fight a war by herself?" "Are you so eager to fight in this war?" questions Xhan. "Yes, we are, and it's about fucking time." Sato slams his palms on the table. "Ever since you took over Little Tokyo, the Iron Dragons have been your lapdogs, or...mall cops." "Your gang was nothing more than bunch of loud-mouth punks before I came here." Xhan asserts. "Have you already forgotten what I did to your predecessor when he refused to cooperate?" Sato scowls at the sensei silently. "Forgive me, Sensei." Sato insincerely apologizes. "I should be...grateful for...your guidance in helping our humble community...and including me in your meetings." "As well as for my generosity." Xhan gestures to the two masseuses behind him. "I want to reassure everyone that this situation with the Unholy Riders will be dealt with. And if war is to come, we know the Iron Dragons will fight to the last man to protect our community." Sato nods his agreement. "As for the Swan of Death in all this, she may not be able to fight a war, but she might be able to prevent one." Xhan encloses. "But whatever the outcome, we shall continue on with the meeting. Girls, you're dismissed." The masseuses give farewell as they part from their valued customers and begin to leave. "Hey, cute nipples." Sato says to Lin-Ling. "Stay nearby, I'll give you a lift home." "Thanks, but I just live a few blocks from here." Lin-Ling replies. "Who said anything about your home?" Sato grins. Xhan waves to the twin with the tea pot over and whispers in her ear for a few seconds. "Yes, Sensei." She says before placing the tea pot on the table. The twins are the last to leave with the other females, one of them slides the divider shut, giving Xhan and the men their privacy. Realizing that he's thirty (and maybe a little dehydrated), Xhan holds up his tea cup, the gentlemen do the same in respect and drink their tea in unison. Except Sato, who instead takes his flask from his back pocket. Sato notices the look of shock and contempt from the community leaders at the table and their elderly host. "I don't like tea." Sato bluntly states in his defiant attitude before taking a swig. * * * * * * A man dressed in a tattered rain poncho and a plastic mask of a beaver with an eye patch and blue fur receives a hard kick in the chest by SpiderBat's boot, causing him to drop his nailed bat as he falls with the other Fiends lying on the pavement, unconscious or shoot. "C'mon, there's more coming!" Moth yells. SpiderBat and Moth runs like hell from the five downed Fiends they defeated, but are still in danger. "If that was best the Fiends can throw at us, getting out of here gonna be snap." Moth says. "Trust me, Moth, we haven't seen the best, or the worst, of the Fiends yet." SpiderBat retorts. "Hey, with a team like us, we're gonna..." Moth is grabbed by his jacket by SpiderBat, pulled from their path and throw to the pavement, landing on his front. Moth quickly rolls to his back and draw his gun to SpiderBat, standing over him. "What the fuck, asshole!" "Get this into your delusional brain," SpiderBat commands. "we are not a team or partners of any kind." "Yeah, but you need me." Moth picks himself up. "You still want to know where Orpheus's girlfriend is, right? Isn't that why you're after me?" "Yes," SpiderBat admits. "and the second we're out of danger, you're going to tell me. I'll even ask you very nicely." "Even if I do spill," Moth backs away with his gun pointing up. "I know you're not gonna like the answers." "Why don't you tell me right now?" SpiderBat steps towards Moth. "I'll decide if I like it or..." "Is someone there?" A woman's frightened voice calls out. "Who that is?!" A startled Moth calls back with his gun at the direction of the voice. SpiderBat and Moth set their sights to a space-age carousel. "Please help me." The unseen woman implores. The super-vigilante and his non-partner cautiously approach the unlit carousel. As they pass the plastic rocket ships and robot horses of carousel, SpiderBat stops to examine some of the barb wire wrapped around the poles and the horses, stained with dried blood. Moth continues ahead to the source of distress calls. To his pleasant surprise, he finds a woman on a pink and grey robot unicorn with her wrists and ankles tied. Moth gets closer as he examines the nicely slim body of the tied damsel-in-distress, wearing a hot pink high-cut, short-sleeved shirt and white panties tightly worn over her small heart-shaped ass. Moth also notices the scars, bruises and a few burn marks on her arms and legs, surmising that she's been tortured by the Fiends. The girl raises her head, showing her eyes blacken by her tear-stained makeup running down her face, uncovered by her perfectly trimmed above shoulder-length blond hair. "Please help me." The girl begs. "Hang on, honey." Moth tucks his gun and ejects his switchblade. "I'll get you off in a sec." "Just hurry." She rushes. "They'll be back for me anytime now." Moth moves to the head of the robot unicorn and begins cutting the white rope bounding her hands to keep her arms around the unicorn's neck. "So, what's your name?" Moth shameless asks as if he's meeting her at a bar. "Amber, Amber Carter." After Moth successfully cuts through the rope, freeing Amber's hands, he moves on her feet, tied by the same rope under the unicorn's belly. He squats down and cuts the rope as he covertly inspects Amber's leg, not minding the scars. "What happened to you? How'd you get here?" Moth asks. "We took a wrong turn and...they lured us here." Amber tries to explain. "Wait, 'we'?" Moth questions, cutting through the rope. "Who else is with you?" "My sorority sisters." Amber answers, pushing herself up. Amber slides herself off the plastic unicorn, which Moth is more than willing to help by taking hold of her hips to guide her off and help her stand on her weak legs. "Sorority sisters, eh?" Moth slightly smiles as he removes his blue fleece coat and wraps it around Amber's shivering body. "Do you know where they are?" "They're dead." Amber states with absolute despairs. "Those sick bastards killed them all." Amber tightens the coat to warn up. "Gina, Ruby, Darla, Andrea...oh god, Andrea. She was the first to die. It was horrible. But when they got Ruby..." Amber is suddenly silent. Her eyes widen with terror as she points pass Moth and screams. "IT'S ONE OF THEM!!!" Moth quickly turns as he reaches for his gun to shoot whoever is sneaking up behind him. But as his gun is out and ready to fire, Moth sees SpiderBat standing near him. "I'm getting tired of you pointing that at me." SpiderBat says. "It's okay, Amber." Moth looks to Amber. "He's with me." "Just keep him away from me." Amber presses herself to Moth. "I don't know if I can take any more of this." "Don't worry, Amber." Moth assures. "I'm gonna get you outta here." "How?" SpiderBat quarrels "The only way out is through the front gate and it must be guarded by at least a dozen Fiends now." "Doesn't this place have a loading dock?" Amber speaks out. "Yeah, it does." Moth recalls. "I think it leads to a back road to Whedon Street." "So where is the loading dock?" SpiderBat questions. "It's behind the Polar Bears of Pluto ride." Moth answers. "That's on the other side of the park." SpiderBat says. "And it's probably guarded too." "So, we'll have to fight our way through." Moth boldly raises his gun. "If you got a better idea, we'd like to hear it." "Listen guys, I'll have sex with whoever gets me the fuck of here." Amber propositions. "I like the way you negotiate." Moth wraps his arms Amber. "To sweeten the pot, I'll even buy dinner. You like Bronco Burger?" SpiderBat watches Moth walks Amber off the carousel and waits until there's some space between them and the super-vigilante before following them. * * * * * * As a nun, Sister Felicity was taught to have her faith to overcome whatever dilemmas she would confront, however, her instructors probably had no idea of her current situation being forcibly stripped naked and coericed into flagging herself in view of the group of schoolgirls. Sister Felicity finds her faith tested ever more as she is descends the stairs of St. Vincent's, wearing only her wimple, her shoes and the handcuffs around her waists behind her, with Lady J firmly holding her arm. As much as she tries to find the faith to endure the pain and humiliation inflected on her, the nude nun can't even prevent her exposed body from shivering from the cold night air. "Isn't it enough that you had me flog myself in front of Father Daniel and the girls?" Sister Felicity inquires. "And in a house of God no less?" "Oh, far from it, dear Sister." Lady J yanks the nun close to her. Lady J guides Sister Felicity to her limo, where Mr. Bruun opens the door for her. "Mr. Bruun, take us back to the playhouse. I have a new sex slave to break in." Lady J hands her duffel bag to her driver. After Mr. Bruun obtains the duffel bag from his employer, Lady J forces Sister Felicity inside, head first. Pushed in, the nun falls across the seating with her head on Angel's lap. Lady J climbs in and shuts the door as Sister Felicity tries to stand up, only to be cruelly pushed off the seating by Lady J and crash on the spacious floor. "You remember Sister Felicity, don't you, slave?" Lady J moves next to Angel. Sister Felicity manages to sit herself up and looks up at the bound and ball-gagged Angel. The blond slave and the nun-slave say nothing. "Unfortunately, your boyfriend busted out with one of the girls working at the church before I got there." Lady J apprises Angel. "Her name's Cupcake, a real slutty girl. She's probably at some sleazy hotel with Orpheus, giving him one of her famous blowjobs. Don't you agree, Sister?" Sister Felicity silently shifts to Lady J for a moment before shifting back to Angel. "He's determined to find you, Angel." An insubordinate Sister Felicity says. "He must love you very much if he's willing to go to this much trouble." A swift backhanded slap from Lady J knocks the naked nun back to the floor on her side. "You insolent bitch." Lady J sneers. "I don't know why Father Milton included you in our plan, but I intend to fix that mistake." "Which plan?" Sister Felicity lifts her head. "The original plan, or the other plan that seems to be falling apart?" Sister Felicity rolls herself on her knees to kneel. "You can do whatever you want to with us, punish us with your perverted devices until your sadistic heart's contain, but it will not help you with the situation with Orpheus." Lady J sits back and pulls back her reddish-brown hair as she processes with what the handcuffed Sister said. Her hand finds its way to Angel's thigh. "You're right, Sister." Lady J agrees. "As long as he's out there making trouble, none of us are safe." Lady J takes Angel's chin to force her to look at her mistress. "Your ex is getting to be a real pain in the cunt, and not the kind of pain I like." Lady J takes out her cell phone. "I wouldn't call this desperate times, but we're definitely getting there." The driver's side door open, Mr. Bruun enters to sit behind the wheel. "Change of plans, Mr. Bruun." Lady J dials. "Take us to the Huntrix." * * * * * * Since his getaway from Garbus, Orpheus has been running and jumping off rooftops non-stop. After a landing roll on the roof of a one-story commercial building, Orpheus hears the sounds of motorcycles and runs to the front, where he jumps off and turns in mid-air to grab the edge, stopping his momentum as he plants his feet on the wall. After a second of hanging, Orpheus simultaneously lets go and pushes himself from the wall as he lands on the sidewalk under him. Orpheus takes a breath as he stands up and pulls down his googles. Walking across Adamson Street, Orpheus sees a huge numbers of bikers through the chain-link fence, scattered throughout the wide lot of the Bullethead, the private club of the Unholy Riders. As he nears the open gate, three Unholy Riders are standing guard in an unwelcoming demeanor. "Members only, pal." A huskie biker with a long black goatee steps in Orpheus way with his palm out. "I need to speak with the Arch-Blasphemer." Orpheus declares. "He's in a meeting." The biker surly informs. "Fine, I'll wait at the club then." Orpheus side-steps to walk away. The biker steps in Orpheus's way. "Sorry, but it's invitation only." "Well, you better invite me then." Orpheus inimically retorts. The biker puts his hand below Orpheus's shoulder. "You got three seconds to turn around and walk your ass outta here." "And you got a third of that time to get your hand off me." Orpheus warns. "Pork chop, back off!" yells the approaching Gemini. "He's Rembrandt's nephew. I'll take care of it." Pork chop backs away from Orpheus, allowing him to proceed to the club. "Next time." Pork chop says. Orpheus doesn't bother to reply as he walks to Gemini. "Are you trying to get your ass kicked?" Gemini inquires. "I don't like people getting into my face." Orpheus notices the blood-stained gauze taped to Gemini's shoulder. "What happened to you?" "Cochise is dead." Gemini mourns. "Brick, Highway, Irish Larry, Other Larry, Tread mark. They're all dead." "What? Did you go up against the Iron Dragons?" Orpheus asks. "No, we weren't even near Little Tokyo." Gemini answers. "We were attacked...by a ninja." "A ninja? As in one?" "She just came out of nowhere and took us all out. And she was so fucking fast." "'She'? You mean you faced off with the Swan of Death? You're lucky to be alive." "Yeah, well that ninja bitch's luck is about to run out. We're gathering Unholy Riders from the neighboring chapters to mount another attack. Soon, we'll have enough guys to stampede through Little Tokyo and kill Sensei Xhan, the Swan, the Iron Dragons and anyone who gets in our way." "You're gonna start a war." "We're already at war!" an infuriated Gemini yells. "Those yellow bastards killed my man, and your uncle. Don't you care about that?" "The Iron Dragons had nothing to do with the attack on Rembrandt." Orpheus informs. "Who then?" Orpheus is hesitant to explain. "This guy called Moth. He's been chasing me all over town. He must have found out I used to work at the tattoo parlor and went there to get to me. I didn't even suspect him until I spotted two of idiot friends there." "Why's he after you for?" Gemini asks. "Does it have something to do with that girl you're looking for?" "Yeah. I've been getting into some trouble in my search." "Trouble that caused all this." Gemini steps closer to Orpheus. "If the UR find out about your part in this, you're gonna have a major problem." "Or a solution." Orpheus's face lights up before striding to the Bullethead, making his way pass the other bikers. "Where the fuck are you going?" Gemini follows. "I need to talk to the Arch-Blasphemer." Orpheus answers. "He's meeting with the other Blasphemers." Gemini hurries to Orpheus's side. "What do you plan to tell them?" "The truth." Orpheus answers. "And a way to stop this war so no more lives are lost." "How exactly?" Gemini doubtingly inquires. "I'll give them Moth." Orpheus explains. "When I tell them Moth was the one who killed Rembrandt, they'll want him." "How's that gonna square things with Little Tokyo?" "That's the tricky part. If the AB will listen to reason, the Unholy Riders could give Moth to the Iron Dragons for them to kill as a gesture of peace. That could end the war." "Yeah, 'could'. Do you even have this Moth guy?" "I got a guy looking for him. I just need the UR to hold off on the attack while talk to Sensei Xhan." "You're gonna talk to Sensei Xhan?" "I have a few friends in Little Tokyo, hopefully one of them give me an audience with him." "Assuming the Iron Dragons will let you in." "Let me worry about that." Orpheus and Gemini come near to the concrete steps leading to the metal double-doors of the Bullethead, guarded by two armed Unholy Riders. Before Orpheus can take the first step, Gemini stops him with her hand on his chest. "Look, Orpheus. What you're doing is noble. Crazy, stupid and suicidal, but noble." Gemini says. "But this isn't your fight." "Rembrandt was all the family I had left, and even though I was never a member, I still have friends here in the UR." Orpheus justifies, ascending the steps. "Brick one time let me ride his bike and I knew Other Larry when he was a prospect, and I know Cochise and I won't exactly friends but he hated the Steelheads just as much as I." "Your plan seems to rely on the UR's top brass pulling back." Gemini states. "You think you can convince them?" "I have to try." Orpheus replies. "The Dude once told me the first casualty of war is the truth. Maybe the first casualty of the truth is war." "I think you're going to need me to vouch for you." Suggests Gemini. "By the way, how did you figure it was the Iron Dragons that killed Rembrandt?" Orpheus questions, halfway up the stairs. Before Gemini could answer, the load sound of a ruckus is heard behind the double-doors, followed by screaming and gunfire. The double-doors are flung open from a large man flying backward and falling onto the stairs. As Gemini scampers backwards to avoid the plummeting man, Orpheus leaps back and swiftly perches himself on the steel stair rail, grabbing the rail to prevent from sliding down as the falling man crashes on the steps. Starting with the boots and visually working his sight down, Orpheus deduces the fallen man to be a biker, one of the high-ranking Unholy Riders before spotting his vest. But as he proceeds farther up hoping to find a familiar face, he only finds a severed neck spraying blood onto the pavement. Wide eyed by shock, Orpheus notices the label of the headless biker's vest under the UR patch: ARCH-BLASPHEMER. Silence fall upon the bikers close enough to witness, spreading fast to the rest of the lot. But that silence is ceased as the Swan of Death emerges from the doors. With speed and grace, the Swan thrusts her sword through the back of one the bikers at the doors in a second before swiftly slashing the chest of the other biker a second later. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 09 "You!!!" Gemini yells, drawing her gun to the ninja girl. The Swan quickly throws a smoke bomb to the ground, instantly covering her in thick, white smoke. Filled with rage and vengeance, Gemini opens fire at the fading shadow in the smoke. Orpheus drops himself on the stairs and crouches down as more bikers join in shooting at the dissipating smoke. "Orpheus, stay there!" Gemini orders as she runs up the steps, carefully not to step on her dead leader, to where her newly-sworn enemy should be lying shot and bleeding but finds nothing but bullet holes. "FUCK!" Furious Gemini yells. "SHE COULDN'T HAVE GONE FAR!" Gemini calls to the surrounding bikers. "FIND HER!" Orpheus walks up the stairs as Gemini strides in the club but she abruptly stops after taking one step through the doorway before turning around with her hand over her mouth and storming out. "She killed them." A shaken Gemini says. "She killed all of them." Orpheus holds Gemini and guides her aside as several Unholy Riders run to the entrance. Like Gemini, they stop from the horrific sight of their once-cherished haven for bikers now a blood-soaked warzone. "Oh, fuck me!" one of the devastated Unholy Riders exclaims "It's like a Tarantino movie in there!" Looking at the pale face of Gemini, Orpheus can sense the need for blood growing within her. He looks at the horde of bikers, wanting the same thing. The Unholy Riders are going to war and whatever chance Orpheus had to stop it died the second the Swan of Death decapitated their leaders. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 10 CHAPTER TEN "BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE TOKYO" Six years ago... Orpheus tries to contain his excitement, and his hard on from poking through his robe, walking down the hall of the Rising Tiger Relaxation Spa with Magga, also in a robe. It's been a week since Orpheus lost his virginity and when Magga invited him to accompany her to the Rising Tiger, he jumped at the chance of another sexual encounter with his uncle's hot wife. Guiding Orpheus and Magga is Soo, wearing her blue silk kimono. Soo slides open a divider leading them to a room. Orpheus follows Magga inside and first notices the massage table in the middle of the room. At the far end of the room is plush loveseat with a sofa chair on each end. Between the table and the loveseat is a wall-mounted towel rack with folded towels. Magga waits for Soo to slide the divider close before untying the belt of her robe and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her naked body. Orpheus feels his cock get harder, fixated on Magga's backside and decides further modesty is pointless, so he unties his robe and flings it aside. Magga turns and is pleasantly surprised by her husband's nephew standing before her naked with a fully erect member. "Someone's excited to be here." Magga smiles as she sits on the massage table. "Am I going first or are you?" Orpheus inquires. "Oh, you're not here for a massage." Magga informs. "Then why'd you bring me here?" Orpheus asks. "To help you be ready for sex in case you and Julie get back together." Magga answers. "How? I'm not a virgin anymore." Orpheus says. "Yes, but you still have much to learn." Magga adds. "Which is what I'm here for." Soo says as she walks over to Orpheus and Magga, taking a quick glance of Orpheus's standing cock. "You see, Orpheus, Soo here is a masseuse but she's also a teacher." Magga places her hand on Soo's shoulder. "What do you teach?" Orpheus asks. "Sex." Soo candidly answers. "Specifically, how to do it right." "Soo even teaches a class every Sunday." Magga adds. "Yes, wives who want to know how to give better sex to their husbands in the afternoon, and husbands who want to know how to give better sex to their girlfriends in the evening." Soo states. "And you think I need to be taught...about sex?" Orpheus asks. "Orpheus," Soo moves to Orpheus. "as much as I find the size of your penis impressive," Soo fingers glides down Orpheus's shaft. "at best, it can only do half the work." "But Magga, when we had sex, didn't you cum to?" Orpheus questions. "Oh, it's sweet when they think we enjoy it as much as they did, isn't it?" Magga says to Soo. "Sometimes." Soo replies. "As much I enjoyed being your first, I didn't cum." Magga admits to Orpheus. "Oh." A humble Orpheus says. The divider slides open, allowing an Asian woman in a pink silk kimono to enter the room. "Hello, Jade. I was hoping you were available." Magga pivots her ass and pulls her legs on the table. "We'll be over there." Soo takes Orpheus's hand and walks to the couch at the other end of the room. Walking with Soo, Orpheus looks to Magga as she waves at him before leaning on her side to greet her masseuse as she removes her robe. "So, how do you know Magga?" Orpheus shifts his attention to Soo. "We were trafficked to Plutopolis in the same cargo box." Soo answers. "Whoa, you were both sex slaves?" Orpheus further asks as they stop at the couch. "Yes," Soo answers as she opens her robe, uncovering her naked body. "we were also what you would call fuck buddies." "Ah?" Orpheus grunts. "We weren't lovers or anything." Soo explains, draping her kimono over the middle of the couch. "Once in a while after a day of getting guys off, she and I would finger-fuck each other in the shower. But that was before the Unholy Riders killed off Flores and his gang, now we're just friends." Soo sits her ass on the couch, leaning back with her legs together and her hands on her knees. Soo looks to Orpheus with an enticing smile as she slowly parts her thighs. "Ready for your first lesson?" Soo asks. As if his cock is pulling him, Orpheus eagerly steps in between Soo's spread legs. "So, what's the lesson?" Orpheus questions, hoping it involve his cock and Soo's mouth. "The art of cunnilingus." Soo proudly declares. "Cun-a-whatus?" Confused Orpheus says. "Is that Japanese for something?" "It's not Japanese, it's Latin." Soo corrects. "Cunnilingus is basically giving oral sex to the woman's vagina." "The guy goes down on the girl, is what you're saying, right?" "Yes, it's one way of giving pleasure to your girlfriend, even make her cum if you do it right." "That sounds great...and I would like to learn about that...but I was kinda hoping I could get a...massage, the kind of massage the Rising Tiger is known for." Soo maintains her smile and eye-contact to Orpheus as she leans forward, placing herself within reach of Orpheus's hard member. "Tell you what," Soo proposes. "if I'm satisfied with what you learned, you'll get a massage by me...and Jade." Soo points pass Orpheus. Orpheus follows the direction of Soo's finger to the nude masseuse standing over Magga, out of her kimono, showing her petite and full-figured body. He views Jade's oil-covered hand sliding down between Magga's ass cheeks. Magga's legs are spread apart enough for him to view the fondling fingers probing the pussy. Orpheus feels a sudden twinge from his cock. "Sounds fair." Orpheus looks back to Soo in agreement. "Good." Soo leans back. "Please kneel." Orpheus gets on his knees in front of Soo and his eyes are locked on Soo's pussy, hairless without a single stubble or a blemish of any kind on her skin, the folds of her pussy extend out like pedals of a flower. Even the scent is alluring, like jasmine. Orpheus endeavors to ignore his cock, hungry for penetration or whatever stimulation is available, to concentrate on what he will gain by complying with Soo's wishes. An important skill to make him a better lover to Julie or any other girl he has sex with. As well as getting a massage from two of the Rising Tiger's masseuses. Depending on how well he learns from Soo that is. Orpheus looks up at Soo, seeing her smile to him. "Ah, so what do I do first?" ****** Perched on a rooftop overlooking the Bullethead across the street, the Swan of Death squats down and observes at the horde of bikers in their rage and disarray after the horrendous beheading of their leader. The ninja assassin ponders if killing the Arch-Blasphemer of the Unholy Riders was the wisest of tactics to execute, but in her duty as Sensei Xhan's enforcer, she knows it is not her place to question her master, only to obey. "You really think that was smart?" A voice behind her asks. The Swan quickly draws her sword as she swiftly stands and turns to face whoever tried to sneak up behind her in her moment of distraction. With her sword above her and ready to strike, the Swan stops and sees Orpheus Jones standing at a short distance from her. "You think you're the only one in this city who knows how to get on rooftops?" Orpheus asks as he pulls up his googles before calmly crossing his arms. "Was that your plan to stop the Unholy Riders? Kill their leader and the high-ranking members? You think if you cut off the snake's head and the body dies?" The Swan only response is leaping up to Orpheus with her sword above her head, ready to slice him in two, but halfway through Orpheus jumps to the side, rolls on his back and springs on his feet to dodge the incoming blade, missing him and striking the pebble-covered roof in his place. "Because I gotta tell you, that's not gonna work." Orpheus steps backwards from the lady ninja. "The Unholy Riders isn't a snake, it's a hydra. You know, one of those mythical monsters with lots of heads. And if you cut off one head, the other heads get extremely pissed off." The Swan charges at Orpheus, who charges directly at her a second later. The second Orpheus is close enough for the Swan to disembowel him with a swift swing of her sword, Orpheus drops to his knees, leaning back as he slides under the path of the sword, missing him again. Orpheus jumps to his feet and turns to face his would-be (but failing) killer. "Could you stop trying to kill me for just a minute?" Orpheus loudly asks. "I know Little Tokyo had nothing to..." A shuriken cutting through the air interrupts Orpheus, forcing him to twist his torso to barely dodge its razor-sharp points. Two more shurikens are thrown by the Swan at Orpheus, who manages to dodge the shuriken spinning pass his ear, the other grazes his upper leg. Orpheus does a quick exam of the wound to his upper leg to find a small cut with some blood, not a fatal would but still painful. "You asked for it, bitch!" Orpheus yells to the Swan advancing to him. When close enough to the lady ninja, Orpheus throws a punch to her face, but is swiftly blocked by her forearm. The Swan launches the soul of her foot to Orpheus's chest, knocking him off his feet. Falling near the edge of the roof, Orpheus stops himself from falling over, spotting a fire escape below him. Realizing that he's over his head with the Swan, Orpheus rolls himself off the roof and lands on his feet of the metal platform of the fire escape. He continues his retreat by running down five flights of metal stairs and jumping off from the second floor onto the closed lid of a garbage bin. Even with the distance now between him and the Swan of Death, Orpheus decides not push his luck and keep running to be clear of her. But before he could jump off the garbage bin, the Swan briskly lands on the bin from nowhere and does a roundhouse to Orpheus's head, knocking him off the bin and fall hard to the pavement of the back driveway. Orpheus tries to force himself back on his feet but can only roll himself onto his back to see the Swan standing over him, holding her sword with both hands with the blade pointing down, about to plunge it into his chest. "Back away from him, you slant-eyed bitch!" Gemini's threatening voice is heard. The Swan looks ahead of her to see Gemini striding towards her with a Remington 870 shotgun aimed at her. "I said back away or I'll blast you in half!" Gemini threatens again. "Try to deflect this." The Swan walks back from Orpheus with her hands up. Orpheus gets out of the line of fire by crawling to the garbage bin and lays against it to catch his breath. "Now drop the fancy kitchen knife and get on your knees." Orders Gemini. "Gemini, what are you gonna do?" Orpheus asks, already knowing the answer. "This bitch killed Cochise and a dozen Unholy Riders." Gemini replies. "What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?" Orpheus lifts himself up as he withers to let Gemini take her revenge. Suddenly, he spot a slender female gracefully leaping from the shadow above, wielding a katana sword like the Swan's and landing near Gemini. The sword is trust downward on Gemini's shotgun, cutting through the steel barrel as Gemini instinctually backs away. To Orpheus's and Gemini's shock this second swordswoman wears the same black high-cut bodysuit, black thigh boots and black cover over her nose and mouth as the Swan, along with the same long black hair. "What?" Gemini blurts "There's two of you?" The second Swan gives a swift sidekick to Gemini's chest, causing her to drop the hand-held half of her shotgun as she falls to the pavement, while the first Swan hold her sword to Orpheus. Gemini's Swan hurries to Orpheus's Swan, taking her arm and pull her away. The twin Swans of Death silently look at each other for a moment, before looking to Orpheus. "Stay away from Little Tokyo." One of the Swans warns Orpheus, who's not certain which one. Both Swans throws a capsule to the ground, which explode in thick, white smoke, covering the Swans until they can no longer be seen. The smoke clears away, leaving no one there. "Do you see that?" Gemini asks as she stands up. "There's two of them. That's how she was so fast, one would attack while the other hides." Orpheus is distracted from a peculiar scent lingering in his nostrils. He recalls first smelling this scent from the Swan when she stood over him, a smell of sweat from killing a room full of biker, but there was something else within that scent, faint but familiar and pleasant. Jasmine. Orpheus thinks. Jasmine massage oil. "The Rising Tiger." ****** The ceiling and walls of the wide corridors of the Polar Bears of Pluto ride are covered in sparkling Styrofoam resembling snow and icicles, giving it the look of an ice cavern. The only light in the fake cavern is SpiderBat's flashlight as he follows the tracks on the sparkling white floor, behind him is Moth holding Amber close to him. "So how did you and your friends get captured?" Moth inquires. "A few days ago, Andrea and I were initiating some pledges into our sorority, usually they would just make them do stuff like go streaking across campus or skinny-dip in Holland Park, but we wanted to try something different." Amber explains. "So we got the pledges dressed up really sexy, fishnets, leather, lace, latex, then we drive to the Stone Cutter." "The Stone Cutter? That lesbian leather bar near the docks?" "Yeah, the pledges were to get the phone numbers of the lesbians there." "The Stone Cutter's a long way from here, how'd you get here?" "Andrea thought she knew a short cut pass the reservoir but we got lost in some neighborhood we didn't recognize. Just when we thought we were close finding a way out, we hit a dead end in some dark driveway. That's when the Fiends attacked us." Amber clutches Moth's coat as she shivers. "They hunted us down like animals. Ruby was the first to get caught, one-by-one they got everyone of us until it was just me. I managed to them elude for the rest of the night but they eventually got me." Amber pulls herself closer to Moth. "When they took me to the park, they ripped off my clothes. I thought they were going to rape me but they just made me watch the horrible things they did to my sisters." "Why didn't they rape you?" "I think they were saving the best for last, but when they saw you two coming they tied me up in that carousel where you found me. If you didn't come when you did, I would have been dead like the others." "All in a day's work." Moth smugly says. "Tell me more about your sorority. Is it nice?" "Oh, it's great." Amber unexpectedly lights up with a smile. "The best sorority on campus and we throw the best parties, including our secret naked pool party." "Secret...naked...pool party?" Moth repeats. "Yeah, sometimes we all go to Westward and go to whoever's parents are out of town and spend the weekend partying at the pool naked. Usually, it's just us girls but sometimes we'll invite a guy over, just one guy, and give him a weekend he'll never forget." "You think your sorority can invite me in their next naked pool party?" Moth asks. "I'll put in a good word for you." Amber answers. The tracks leads from the fake ice cavern to a rail bridge overlooking a bear habitat with a huge pond in the middle. The walls and ceiling, as well as the support columns of the bridge are covered in white stucco, a far more convincing recreation of an artic cave. It is commonly known that the creators of the theme park planned to have actual polar bears in the habitat but when it was considered too costly to transport and feed the bears, plastic statues of polar bears in futuristic combat armor were put in the habitat instead. Near the beginning of the bridge stands a fiberglass polar bear in a black vest with a cybernetic eye and a jet pack. Anyone who seen the Space Monkeys cartoon show would recognize him as Whitey Redeye, sheriff of Pluto and friend of the space-faring simians. "This place has seen better days." Moth comments. "You sure we're heading in the right direction?" SpiderBat shines his light on Moth. "I know we are." Moth replies. "We keep going until we get to the Cryo-Penguins' ice fort, behind that is a door leading to the main storage warehouse." "And the loading dock?" SpiderBat inquires. "Yeah, and our escape." Moth verifies. "Good." SpiderBat approaches Moth and Amber. "Then I don't need you anymore." "What? You're gonna leave us behind?" An outraged Moth asks. "No, I'm leaving you behind." SpiderBat grabs Amber's shoulder and roughly pulls her away from Moth. "I'm taking the girl with me." SpiderBat pulls Moth's coat from Amber before grabbing her arm and shining his flashlight in her face. "I hope you're ready to spread your legs when I get you out of here because I'm not fighting my way through the Fiends' turf for a thank you and a peck on the cheek." "You're hurting me." Amber pleads. "Hands off, asshole, she's mine." Moth reaches for Amber's other arm. A fast punch from SpiderBat sends Moth falling back between the tracks. "Like you could keep her." SpiderBat brags. "Tell me, Amber, when you watched the Fiends rape and torture your friends, did it make you wet? Because if you think the Fiends are rough, wait until I'm done with you." "Let her go now!" Moth yells, sitting up and aiming his gun at SpiderBat. "You think you're aim is any good." SpiderBat steps away from Amber. "I could pound you into tomato sauce before you can even get one..." Moth fires two shoots at SpiderBat, who drops his flashlight as he clenches his shoulder. Moth watches the wounded super-vigilante stubbles backward into the fiberglass bear, causing it to fall off the bridge with SpiderBat, followed by a loud splash from the pond. Moth gets back on his feet and takes the flashlight as he hurries to where his former non-partner fell. With the light on the murky waters of the pond, Moth searches for someone to come up to the surface. "Where are you?!" Moth yells. "Show yourself so I can shot you!" Moth starts shooting at the pond in hope to hit the submerged SpiderBat "I did it. I fucking did. I KILLED SPIDERBAT!!!" Moth looks to Amber with excitement and joy. "Oh, you're gonna get such a fucking." ****** "What the hell were you thinking, Lily?" One of the Swans of Death questions as she pulls off her face cover to reveal her face. "That biker would have shot you, Lotus." The other Swan of Death pulls off her face cover as she defends her actions to her twin sister. "You should be grateful that I intervened." The twin Swans pace in a circle with each sister on opposite sides on the rooftop of a high building, overlooking several buildings and a rail bridge. "Grateful? For your impulsiveness and bloodlust?" Lotus asks. "You gave away our deception. A deception of there being one Swan of Death, a deception that aided us in battle, a deception that kept our enemies at bay." "Now that our secret is out, maybe our enemies will fear us twice as much." Lily deduces "Besides, I tired of using theatricality and deception in combat. It is the tactics of cowards." "Tactics Sensei Xhan taught us." Lotus reminds with a raised voice. "Ever the loyal pupil. Always the first to obey his orders, to bring him tea, to lay on your back so he can put his old, shriveled cock in you." "Sensei took us in after mother died, taught us to fight. We owe our lives to him." "But how long do we have to owe him by killing people? Xhan thought if we killed the leaders of the Unholy Riders, they won't attack us. But what if they still come after us, more furious than ever, ready to kill anyone with yellow skin and slanted eyes?" "Then we will fight them along with the Iron Dragons." "And when that happens, I will not hide in an alley waiting for you to hide in an alley across the street so I can satisfy my bloodlust, as you put it." Lily stops circling to face Lotus, who stops as well. "I will fight side-by-side with my sister, and those who survive this night will call us the Twin Swans of Death." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 10 "Sensei will not be pleased of this." Lotus says. "But with what is coming for us, hopefully, he will not care." Lily attempts to continue the conversation is abruptly interrupted the loud rumblings of an el train speeding down on the rail bridge. ****** The goggles over Orpheus's eyes enables him to look in front of him from the wind blowing in his face as he holds on to the roof of the red line el train heading for Little Tokyo. ****** Barry Marshant sits back on his chair sipping his scotch and soda as he watches a blond woman wearing only a blue stewardess cap with a matching neckerchief parting her legs in mid-air with her hands above her holding the brass pole. Barry could have seen the stripper show off her impressive gymnastic feat and her hairless vagina much close if he sat at the chairs near the stage instead of a far table against the wall, but from where he sits he can see the whole strip club, firmly holding his briefcase on his lap. The plan was simple. He would embezzle a large sum of money from his brokerage firm, take the next plane to Brazil and spend the rest of his life in fruity drinks, topless beaches and topless women. Even if his bosses and co-workers would find out about him, they couldn't simply go to the police, which would bring to light their less than legal practices and get themselves arrested instead if they can't pay off the cops to overlook their transgressions and focus on arresting the embezzler, which could get expensive for them. With the airport across the street from the Landing Strip, Barry decided to have one last drink before leaving Plutopolis, as well as see some nude girls dancing. The nude girl dancing on stage slides down the pole and crawls in his direction in a cat-like fashion, distracting Barry despite his vantage view of the club. During that moment of distraction, a tall and muscular woman in a black leather trench coat with black hair going down her back enters the club. After a quick scan of the place, she walks over to the bar and leans herself next to a slender black woman sitting on a stool, wearing a hot pink long sleeve fishnet mini-dress over her white latex strapless bra and panties with black leather thigh-high laced boots. "Where?" the tall woman in black icily asks. The girl in hot pink tosses her long, curly hair aside, making her spiked collar visible. "The skinny white guy with the thinning hair and nerd glasses holding his briefcase tightly at the other side from us." The leather lady discreetly searches the club and finds Marshant. "How long has he been here, Fifi?" "About fifteen minutes, Mistress." The collared girl answers. "I called the airport and found out his flight leaves in half-in-hour." Fifi waits for approval or a compliment but receives only silence as her mistress gazes at Marshant. Fifi's mistress pulls off her coat, revealing her incredible muscular body that can only be of a power lifter, dressed in a red leather open bust corset, boosting her impressively round D-cup breasts, which the nipples and areolas are well covered by the spiked pasties. Over her black leather thong is a black leather double thigh holsters with leather straps attached the leather bands around her fishnet stocking covered thighs. The belt of the holsters carries a rolled whip on her right side and a holstered gun on her left, the band of the right thigh holds a small sheathed dagger, the band of her left thigh holds a pair of handcuffs. The tips and the stiletto heels of her above-knee black leather boots are made from chrome metal. The armed woman in leather holds her coat out for Fifi to take but waits for barely two seconds before her releases the coat and walks away. The coat was halfway on the floor before Fifi manages to grab it. As the raven-haired amazon proceeds across the club, the men she passes becomes almost instantly fixated by her enhanced physique and her dominatrix-style attire. Even the dancer on stage notices her and stops what she's doing as well as the bouncers and the bartenders. Marshant clutches his briefcase tighter to himself when he sees the statuesque stalker walking to his table. At that moment, the DJ becomes preoccupied with everyone else in the club, forgetting to play another song as the previous one ends, leaving only silence. "Barry Marshant, your bosses sent me to find you." She sternly states. "Who the fuck are you?" A shivering Marshant asks in a poor attempt to sound brave. "I'm called the Huntrix. Have you heard of me?" "I've...heard the rumors." "All true. So you know what I'm capable of." The Huntrix places her palms on the table and leans forward. "Now, this can go two ways. You either hand over that briefcase which obviously contains the money you stolen or..." Before the second option is presented, Marshant quickly drops the briefcase on the table and immediately sit backs to put as much distance between him and the Huntrix, who takes the briefcase. "Your bosses also wanted me to tell you that your services are no longer required at the firm and that if you even come back, they will send some of their not-so-forgiving clients after you." Huntrix says before walking away. That was too easy. The Huntrix thinks. Maybe I should have given him the chance to run. ****** The ends of her coat flaps in the wind as the Huntrix races her dark blue Ducati 848 motorcycle up the interior ramps of an open parking garage to the top floor, where the only vehicle she sees is a limo parked at the far end. After parking her bike nearby, the Huntrix dismounts and walks to the limo with the briefcase. Mr. Bruun hurries around the limo to open the side door facing her. "You can tell Mr. Broderick I got his money." Huntrix tells Mr. Bruun. As Mr. Bruun opens the limo door, Lady J stands up as she steps out. "Mr. Broderick won't be joining us tonight." Lady J says with a smile. "Lady J." Huntrix says with no expression of surprise or any kind. "Well, my reputation perceives me." Lady J replies. "As does yours, Miss...?" "Huntrix." Huntrix sternly states. "What happened to Mr. Broderick?" "When I told him I was in need of your services, he gladly told me about your rendezvous here and that you can bring the money to the office tomorrow." Lady J explains. "He and I go way back. I introduced him to his coke dealer, then his divorce lawyer, and just recently his sex slave." "He was supposed to pay me for getting the money stolen from his firm." Huntrix says. "Well, Mr. Broderick wanted me to tell you that you can return his money whenever you're done helping me." Lady J informs. "You have quite the pull." Huntrix dourly complements. "Some." Lady J still smiles as she steps in front of the Huntrix. Being a foot taller than her, Lady J has to look up at the leather-clad amazon. "As I understand, you're with no gang or serve no boss." "I'm what you might call freelance." Huntrix declares. "I don't join gangs and I don't take sides. I take jobs. Jobs that pay that is." "If you want to discuss payment right now, whatever Mr. Broderick is paying you, I'll double it.' Lady takes step closer. "And if you complete your assignment within 12 hours, I'll triple it. You can use the money in that briefcase as a down payment. I assure you that Mr. Broderick won't mind." The Huntrix looks down at the briefcase in her hand for a moment. "Who do you want me to find?" Huntrix inquires, accepting the job. Lady J steps away from the Huntrix. "His name is Orpheus Jones, usual run-of-the-mill street punk. I need you to find him and bring him to me. Alive if possible." "Can't be that run-of-the-mill if you're paying that much cash." Huntrix says. "For that much cash, you don't need to ask questions." Lady J asserts. "But what I can tell you is that he's making waves during a... delicate situation." "Can I ask what else do you know about him?" Huntrix asks. "I already have some feelers out but I still don't have much to go on." Lady J answers. "All I know is he's from Mariner Park, he used to run with a gang called the Anarchists before they were all killed off, and he used to work at a tattoo parlor." "The tattoo parlor, is it the one that burnt down a few hours ago?" Huntrix inquires. "Yes, I believe so." Lady J answers. "It's a start." The Huntrix says. "What about any known associates? Anyone I can talk to in finding where he could be hiding out?" "I may have what you're asking for." Lady J gleefully replies. "Mr. Bruun?" Without further instruction, Mr. Bruun opens the side door of the limo and reaches inside. Huntrix watches the driver pull out the naked Sister Felicity, wearing her wimple with the recent additions of the ball gag and the leather wrist and ankle restraints. The nude nun is carried and placed to stand next to Lady J before Mr. Bruun returns to the limo. "This is Sister Felicity of St. Vincent Cathedral." Lady J wraps her arm around the nun's lower back, placing her on the nun's ass. "She's a nun?" Huntrix surprisingly asks. "A real nun?" "A real naughty nun." Lady J gives a slap to Sister Felicity's ass. "A colleague of mine had Orpheus locked up for me, but the sister here set him free." The Huntrix watches Mr. Bruun carries the naked and ball gagged Angel in her PVC body harness, placing her on the other side of Lady J. "And this lovey thing is Angel, Orpheus's ex-girlfriend and my new sex slave." Lady J begins to unfasten the straps of Angel's ball gag. "Now slave, this woman needs to know where to find Orpheus." Lady J instructs Angel. "So you will answer whatever question she asks truthfully when I take this off, understand?" Angel nods her head. "And you will not scream for help or..." Lady J double-taps the base of the butt plug. Angel nods her head again. Lady J removes the ball gag from Angel's mouth, allowing her to speak. The Huntrix walks to her and lifts her chin up to face her. Angel looks at the 6-foot tall woman, who she instantly finds intimidating yet alluring. "I don't know what I can tell you." Angel says. "I didn't know much about Orpheus's life in Plutopolis." "When was the last time you saw him?" The Huntrix questions. "At...Lakeside." Angel answers, resisting her drug-induced passivity. "Before I left a few days ago." A slight scowl from the Huntrix gives unease to Angel, wondering if her omission will be believed, dreading that her interrogation could be far from over. ****** Moth looks upon the open overhead door at the loading dock not ten feet away from him, pass that door is Moth's exit from the Fiends' turf with his new girlfriend/sex slave. Moth shifts his sight downward to Amber, on her knees sucking his cock. He deduces that Amber got aroused by rescuing her from SpiderBat by shooting him down. When they were so close to their freedom, Amber immediately went down on Moth to express her gratitude the way a slutty sorority girl should. Seeing this as a perfect way to celebrate a victory, Moth leans his head back and closes his eyes, waiting to cum in Amber's mouth as he thinks of the awesome threeway he'll get with Amber and Magga, followed by taking credit for killing SpiderBat and how it will lead him in his path of success in the criminal underworld, gaining money, notoriety and most of all, respect. Moth's mind then drafts back to the threeway with his sex-slaves. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna blow." Moth proclaims, nearing his climax. Stilling holding on to his gun, Moth gently strokes Amber's blond hair with his other hand. Moth gives an in no ways manly grunt as his cock discharges a short burst of cum in down Amber's throat, tightening his grip on her hair, not realizes that the hair is slipping off the head. Moth's post-orgasmic bliss is interrupted as he sees a blond wig clutched in his hand, he looks down on the head giving him head, finding no blond hair but a badly done brush cut on badly dyed orange-red hair with a vertical strip of bare skin across the top of Amber's head where the word SUCKER is written from a felt maker. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!!" Moth yells, quickly backing away, pulling his cock free. The orange-red haired Amber wipes her lips on the back of her back as she looks at Moth with an evil grin. Moth tosses the wig away so he can tuck his soft cock back in his trousers and zips them up, aiming his gun at Amber. "What's wrong, honey?" Amber asks, standing up. "Don't you find me pretty anymore?" "What the fuck's going on, Amber?" Moth demands. "Why's your head like that?" "I'm not Amber." The grinning girl says. "There never was an Amber. You can call me Trainwreak." "Oh, fuck me. You're a Fiend." Moth declares. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes throughout the warehouse. Lots of footsteps. "You heard that, Moth?" Trainwreak puts her hand at her ear. "That's the sound of Fiends coming for you." In the darkness, Moth can see people advancing towards him. He frantically aims his gun at whoever seems to get closer to him, hoping to scare off the gang of psychopaths, who reply with a low but greatly unsettling laughter. "You were playing me, you fucking twat." Moth says to Trainwreak. "Does that open door even lead out of the Fiends territory?" "Of course, it does." Trainwreak answers. "That's what makes it such a perfect trap." "So I can still make a run for it then?" Moth questions. "Sure." Trainwreak steps backwards from Moth, giving him a clear path. "But you won't get far." Moth maintains his defensive posture when Trainwreak is close enough to overhear the garbled murmurs from the Fiends near her. "What? Are you sure?" Trainwreak inquires to her fellow Fiends, before turning to Moth. "Where's SpiderBat?" "What are you talking about? I shoot him." Moth states. "You saw me shot him down at the Pluto pond. He's fucking dead." "Then where's his body?" "What?" "They searched the pond and didn't find his body. You sure you killed him?" Moth's mouth drops as he realizes he's been duped. Again. ****** SpiderBat saunters pass the Space Monkeys fiberglass statues as he makes his way to the front gate. As much as he wanted the information Moth would have provided to help Orpheus, the situation with the Fiends forced him to shift his priorities to surviving. Fortunately, an opportunity to escape presented itself for the super-vigilante when he and Moth just happened to have found Amber. At the first sight of Amber, it was obvious to him that she was a lure for the Fiends, how she was tied up at the carousel with rope instead of the blood-stained barb wire, how her body had cuts and bruises but her hair was perfectly trimmed without a single hair out of place, which was undoubtedly a wig. As the Fiends were using Amber as bait for a trap, SpiderBat used Moth as decoy for his own trap. The only risky part of his plan was to dodge a bullet from Moth and make it look like he got shoot but after that deception was perfectly executed and Moth believe he killed his temporary partner/enemy, SpiderBat could easily sneaked pass the Fiends as they gathered to Moth. Approaching the gate, he sees three Fiends standing guard. With most of the Fiends at the other side of the park tending to Moth, SpiderBat is confident of his escape with minimal resistance. Although SpiderBat didn't gain the info Moth promised him, at least he can reassure Orpheus that Moth will no longer be a problem. ****** Being the loser he is, Moth has had a history of defeats and failures ranging from disappointing and utterly humiliating, but never had he felt this defeated and hopelessly doomed as he is in his current predicament with the Fiends, the most feared gang in Plutopolis, surrounding him in a dark warehouse. "Back off! Back the fuck off!" Moth warns, waving his gun. The movement from the Fiends stops, leaving silence. But a second later, that silence is broken by sneers, growing into laughter among them. "I'll shoot!" Moth threatens. "Don't think I won't!" "Think you have enough bullets?" Trainwreak walks out from the darkness to Moth. Moth points his gun at Trainwreak. "I'll shoot you first, you psychotic bitch." "Go ahead." Trainwreak continues walking to Moth until the barrel of his gun is pressed against her chest. "I'm not afraid to die. We are not afraid to die." Moth backs away from Trainwreak as the Fiends resume their advance on him. "Your cum tasted really bitter." Trainwreak steps towards Moth with her evil grin. "I hope your sex organs taste better." Moth realizes how direly hopeless his situation is, there are more Fiends than Moth has bullets and he couldn't outrun all of them, leaving him with only one option. Moth takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he turns his gun to his head. "STOP!" Trainwreak yells. Moth opens his eyes and observes Trainwreak, wide-eyed with her hands out. Moth then notices the Fiends have not only stopped but are backing away, giving him a glimmer of hope. "That's right, you fuckers don't just want to kill me," Moth says. "you want to make me suffer, make me scream, make me beg, then a few days later, you would kill me." Moth steps backward to the overhead door, keeping his gun pressed to his temple. "And it won't be a quick death, I'll bet. Well, I'm not gonna give your sick fucks the satisfaction. If I die, I'll die by my hand, not yours, not any of you!" "Moth, honey." Trainwreak tries to appeal. "Listen to me, don't do..." "I think I've heard enough from you." Moth stops at the edge of the loading dock. "We could have had something you and me, but you had to be a psycho. I can't believe I let you suck me off." Trainwreak helplessly watches Moth turn and jump off the loading dock and out of her sight. Trainwreak could feel the collective focus of the Fiends shift to her, as well as their disappointment. Soon, the Fiends begin to advance on her. "Wait, we can still get him." Trainwreak implores. "I mean the night's still young, we can found another victim." Trainwreak's pleads are ignored as she is completely surrounded by the Fiends. The overhead door is pulled down and is loudly shut close, leaving only darkness in the warehouse. ****** Soo and Lin-Ling desperately run down the hall of the Rising Tiger, being chased by two Iron Dragons, closing in on them. One of the Iron Dragons, Fusero, a skinny Japanese man in a leather jacket with a long and shaggy mohawk, grabs Lin-Ling's arm and roughly pulls her to stop. Soo looks back to see Lin-Ling in the clutches of her pursuer, then turns her focus on Tanku, a tall and heavyset man Korean male with a shaved head, wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, gaining on her. Soo looking back provided her pursuer the chance he needed grab her arm, wrap the other arm around her waist and yank her off the floor and mounts her over his shoulder. "Come on, blondie." The man with the Mohawk keeps his hold on Lin-Ling, struggling to break free. "Let's see if the carpet matches the drapes." "Let her go, Fusero!" Soo demands, lifting her head up. "I don't think, Soo." Fusero retorts. "Things are about to change. By tomorrow, we'll be running Little Tokyo." "Sensei Xhan would never allow that." Lin-Ling righteously informs. "Your sensei's already busy with Sonny." Tanku boasts. "Then we'll wait for Xhan to kill Sonny." Soo calls out. "How about we wait in one of the massage room?" Fusero grins. "Good idea." Tanku agrees. "Running after half-naked women is giving me a hard on." Fusero forces Lin-Ling through the open divider of a nearby massage room as Tanku grabs Soo thong and with one strong pull, tears it off, followed by a hard smack on her bare ass. Lin-Ling is forced to hunch over a massage table with her ass near the edge. The blond Asian cringes when she feels a sweaty hand pulling down her thong. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 10 "Please, don't do this." Lin-Ling begs. Soo is forcefully hunched over the massage table next to Lin-Ling by Tanku, who then pulls off her robe, leaving her naked. "You can't do this to us!" Soo yells "We're under Xhan's protection." "You used to, bitch." Tanku leans over Soo. "Little Tokyo belong to the Iron Dragons now. Which means you belong to us now." Tanku straightens up to unzip his pants. With her head on the table, Soo faces Lin-Ling and sees the look of fear and helplessness in her face. Soo has this particular expression many times from many girls as a sex slave, forced to have sex on the commands of their brutal owners, and to bear the abuse and shame it leads to. Soo takes Lin-Ling's hand in an attempt to give a modicum of relief. "It'll be over soon." Soo whispers. Almost in conjunction with each other, Fusero and Tanku pulls out their erected cocks, ready to anally violated the two masseuses. With their eager eyes, both ogle at the beautiful bums to savor the moment. However, the sight is hindered by the blades of a katana sword swiftly impaling through their chests. The swords are swiftly pulled back, allowing the now-dead Fusero and Tanku to drop to the floor. Both Soo and Lin-Ling raise their heads to look behind them and see Lotus and Lily standing where the would-be rapists stood. "Why are you two dressed like that?" Lin-Ling asks. "Never mind that." Lotus says. "What is happening here?" "The Iron Dragons are storming the place." Soo stands up with Lin-Ling. "Why?" Lily asks. "They want to kill Xhan." Soo answers. "Wait, why are you two dressed like...?" Soo gasps. "You're the Swan of Death. You're both the Swan of Death." "Whoa, you two give massages and kill people?" Lin-Ling asks, pulling up her thong. "I never would have guessed." "Lily and I will look for Xhan, so you two wait here." Lotus says as the twins leave. "Fuck that, we're going with you." Lin-Ling declares. "I agree. Right now the safest place to be in Little Tokyo is near you two." Soo follows as she dons her robe. The twin Swans briefly look at each other before looking at the masseuses. "Fine." Lily permits. "Stay close but not too close." Lotus commands. Lotus and Lily's proceeding down the hall to the meeting room is ceased as their path is blocked by a larger number of Iron Dragons, armed with sais, chains, brass knuckles and swords. Apparently, Fusero and Tanku felt they didn't need weapons, or just weren't trusted with them. Lotus and Lily look at each other again...and smile. ****** After jumping off the el train on to a rooftop to run across five more rooftops to climb down a fire escape to jump to the roof on a delivery truck parked at the side of a grocery store to jump on the hood of the truck and perform a landing role on the pavement, Orpheus continues to run on Nakamura Street in Little Tokyo. He finds himself not the only one running. The locals of Little Tokyo are running in all directions, some carrying suitcases and personal belongings, others piling into cars and driving away before their neighborhood becomes a war zone. Gunfire is heard blocks away, causing Orpheus and everyone else to stop and look down the street behind him. Orpheus deduces the Unholy Riders have engaged the Iron Dragons at the edge of Little Tokyo. He pulls his googles up, he can't see the battle, but he hears more gunfire, men screaming with rage or pain and explosions. The war has begun. The people of Little Tokyo immediately panic, running scared again. Orpheus runs again as well, but not far as he nears the Rising Tiger spa. Pushing opening the glass door, Orpheus enters the Japanese decor lobby and finds no one. As he recalls from the last time at the spa, there would be lovely Asian women in their silk robes sitting at the couches near the wide spiral staircase at the end of the lobby with bamboo music playing. Orpheus strides to the spiral stairs but stops halfway when someone suddenly rolls down the stairs and lands hard on his back. Orpheus steps towards the unfortunate klutz, a young Asian male in street clothes. He notices the tattooed emblem of the Iron Dragons on his arm, before noticing the thick, bloody diagonal slash across his chest. Although shocked, Orpheus proceeds up the stairs, cautiously. At the second floor, he walks down the hall with the walls stained in blood. Further down the hall, Orpheus tries to will his stomach steady as he sees more blood staining the wall, the floor and the ceiling. The journey makes it more difficult for him as steps over the blood-soaked dead bodies of the Iron Dragons and a few severed limbs. Orpheus surmises that the Twin Swans of Death were the only ones capable creating such an atrocity, like what they did at the Bullethead, but wonders why they would kill their own people. Orpheus passes the last corpse when he spots Soo standing near the open divider of the meeting room, looking inside with fear. "Soo?" Orpheus strides to her side. Soo gives no response. "Soo, you okay?" Orpheus grabs Soo's shoulder. "Orpheus, what are you doing here?" Soo asks. "I thought you were living in Lakeside." "Long story." Orpheus replies. "What the hell's going on." Soo chokes before she could explain and looks in the meeting room. Orpheus surveys the room, the first thing he spots is Lin-Ling in her black t-shirt and red thong as he walks in. Even with the blond Asian's backside, he couldn't help but see more blood and dead bodies littering the room. Near the table lays the dead community leaders with slit throats of slashed chests along with four dead Iron Dragons, killed just as bad as the ones down the hall. As Orpheus walks further in the room and close to Lin-Ling, he discovers she was blocking something equally horrible from his sight. Stopping beside the petite masseuse, Orpheus is stunned to watch the Twin Swans of Death crying and kneeling over dead body of Sensei Xhan. "Sonny Sato killed him." Soo steps to Orpheus's side and lightly says. "The Iron Dragons always wanted run Little Tokyo so they must have waited for the Swan to leave so they could kill him and the community leaders. When we all got here, Sato was standing over Xhan's body, so proud and smug. It's like he was expecting us kneel before him. I think that's why Lotus and Lily killed him first before killing the rest of his gang." "Those two?" Orpheus points to the grieving twins. "Yeah, and get this, they're both the Swan of Death." Soo states. "That's old news. I already figured that one out." Orpheus informs. "That and they use the same massage oil you use." "To think I was gonna sleep with that guy." Lin-Ling says. The twins raise their tear-stained faces and sees Orpheus standing with Soo and Lin-Ling, they takes their swords and slowly stands up. Orpheus readies himself for another fight, but Lotus and Lily get no indication to fight as they walk past him. "Lotus, Lily, wait." Soo calls out "What about the Unholy Riders? What are we going do with Xhan dead?" The Swans keep walking out of the meeting room without a word. "Well, they're no help." Lin-Ling says before sipping a cup of tea. "You're drinking tea after all this?" Soo harshly questions. "What? I get nervous or scared, I need to drink something. It's a habit I have." Lin-Ling justifies. "Beside this tea's cold...and tastes funny." Lin-Ling drops the tea cup as she feels a blissful haze instantly overtaking her senses as her legs fail to hold the rest of her up. Fortunately, she falls into Orpheus's arms. "What just happened?" Orpheus asks as he carries a semi-conscious Lin-Ling. "It's the tea." Soo exclaims. "The tea was drugged." "So, that's how Sato killed Xhan." Orpheus says. "He drugged the tea just to get him tipsy enough so he could kill him, otherwise Xhan would have mopped the floor with him." "No, Sato couldn't have drugged the tea." Soo's eyes widens with shock and fear. "We've got to get out of here. Now." ****** Soo manages to make a quick change to a white off-the-shoulder shirt, tight black jeans and black pumps before leading Orpheus to the parking lot behind the Rising Tiger as he carries Lin-Ling. "Hey, you'rrrrrre realllllly cuuuute." Lin-Ling struggles to say. "I would let you fuck me, yeah, I would. And for free." "How about we wait until whatever drug you're on wears off." Orpheus advises. "Oh, what a gentleman. Most of the guys who want to fuck me would never wait for me to get sober." "Well, that should what kind of assholes they are." "Yeah, it should, but I would still go to bed with them. Like that Sonny guy. I mean I know he was an asshole and he probably wanted me just for sex, but I would have had sex with him anyway, and the fact that he just killed a room full of men would most likely make me want him more." "You'd sleep with a mass murderer?" "I do like the bad boys, especially the good-looking and dangerous ones." "Thing about guys who are good-looking and dangerous, is that all they can offer." Lin-Ling gazes at Orpheus with a smile. "You're right." She pats Orpheus's chest. "You. Are. Right." She pats his chest a bit harder with each word. "Y'know, you are very wise. Would you like to fuck me? You don't have to wait 'til I'm sober, I won't mind." Orpheus follows Soo across the parking lot to a baby blue four-door Plymouth Fury. "This is your car?" Orpheus asks. "Yeah, it belonged to Rico Flores," Soo answers. "but after he got killed by the Unholy Riders, I lifted his keys and took off as fast as it could go. I've had it since." "Heeeeeyyyyyy, you could fuck me on the hood if you like." Lin-Ling suggests. "But no anal. That's a forth date thing for me." "Get her in the back." Soo opens the car's door to the backseat. "I said no anal." Lin-Ling insists as she begins to giggle. Orpheus squats halfway down as he carefully sits Lin-Ling in the backseat. "Would you like to see my nipples?" Lin-Ling asks Orpheus after grabbing his shirt. "Sonny says I have the cutest nipples in Little Tokyo but I want to see if I have the cutest nipples in all of Plutopolis." "Maybe later." Orpheus politely declines as he pulls Lin-Ling's hand away and back away. "Lin honey, why don't you take a little nap before having sex with Orpheus." Soo steps in to face Lin-Ling. "You don't want to fall asleep during sex, do you?" "Oh, no, I don't." Lin-Ling answers. "Men have no trouble falling asleep after sex but if the girl falls asleep, they take it soooooo personally." "Good. Now just lay down and get some rest." Soo gently guides Lin-Ling to lower herself down on the seating. "Wait," a reclined Lin-Ling holds her hand out. "how do I know you're not going to have sex with...what's-his-name while I'm sleeping?" "Because I'll be too busy getting us away from the gang war happening a few blocks away." Soo answers, nearing the end of her patience. "Oh, Right, the gang war." Lin-Ling closes her eyes. "Because of that and because I want to have my first lesbian experience with you, I've decided to trust yyyyyy...." "Pleasant dreams." Soo says before shutting the door. "She always this fun or only when she's drugged?" Orpheus jokingly inquires. "Don't know. It's her first night." Soo bluntly answers, opening the driver's side door. "I'll give you a lift." "If you're going to that shelter on Mariko Street, you can just drop me off at the el train platform on the way." Orpheus walks around the car to the passenger side door. "I'm not going there." Soo corrects. "When I wanted us to get out of here, I didn't mean the Rising Tiger, I meant getting out of Little Tokyo." "For how long?" Orpheus questions, stopping at the passenger side door. "A few days?" "For good." Soo answers. "With Xhan dead, it's not safe for me here anymore." "Wait, can we get back to the drugged tea? How do you figure it wasn't Sato that did it?" "Because Xhan only trusted two people with his tea." "Lotus and Lily. You think they conspired with Sato to kill Xhan?" "I don't know. They always seemed so loyal to him. But then again, I just though those two were only skilled in giving hand jobs." ****** Lotus and Lily drop their weapons on the floor and peel off their bodysuits as they enter Xhan's suite. The double-doors leading to the balcony are open, bringing in the cool night air and sounds of war inside. The naked twins walk to opposites sides of a wide bed and pull down the blankets, before both mounts the silk-sheeted mattress to face each other standing on their knees. The sisters embrace each other firmly as their lips meet to kiss passionately. One of the sister breaks away to reach for the plastic bottle of jasmine massage oil from the nightstand. As she rejoins her sister, an abundant amount of the oil is squirted on their breasts, their hands slithers the oil over the other's breasts, thumbing circles around the nipples, sliding down the sides of the torso and going up the back and slides down again to caress the ass. During this, the twins loving mouths use their tongues as they kiss. An oil-covered fingers from one sister finds the pussy of the other, gently inserting the digits through the labia, teasing the clit. As the heat between the twins builds, they break from kissing, joining their foreheads as they gaze in each other's dark brown eyes. Simultaneously, the twins spread their thighs and press their wanton cunts together and grind them fervently without breaking eye-contact. Each hooks an arm around the other's waist to keep themselves close. With every pelvic motion, the twins moan almost in unison as they reach their sexual pinnacle and yells out with pleasure from their orgasm. They embrace each other again, panting as the bliss subsides, inhaling the aroma of the jasmine oil and their sweat. The sisters look to each other without a word, nothing has to be said about their situation. With their beloved sensei dead and the community they protected may not lasting though the night, the only thing they have is each other. One of the twins lowers her back on the mattress, stilling holding her sister. The sister on top gives another kiss before turning herself around to form their own yin-yang of oral sex. The twins find pleasure from their probing tongues, obvious to the sounds of the war outside as they grow louder. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN "BOX" Six years ago... The backyard of the Bernard house has pool and a hot tub, surrounded by high-fences to ensure absolute privacy. Something London Bernard greatly appreciates after flinging off her wet swimsuit to enjoy her moonlight swim in her pool in the nude without worrying of the prying eyes of her neighbors. With her husband out of town on business and her two daughters spending the night at a friend's house, the 39 year-old wife and mother spends her one night of freedom floating in the middle of the pool with the night sky above her. London closes her eyes to find her zen, keeping her face above the water to breathe deeply. But her seeking her inner peace from within is interrupted when she feels her nipples harden from a cool breeze over her breasts, peeking over the water. London's lips curls into a naughty grin as she discovers her need for more stimulating sensations. When London finds she can't diddle herself while keeping afloat, the idea of pleasuring herself in the hot tub by positioning her excited clit to one of the water jets has her eager to try now that she's all alone. London opens her eyes as she lets her lower body sink into the water before treading when she spots someone standing the pool. With only one of the backyard lights on, London could only make out this uninvited intruder to be a male. "Who is that?" London calls out. "Mrs. Bernard?" A familiar voice replies. "Orpheus?" London questions. As the intruder steps closer to the pool, London fully sees her oldest daughter's ex-boyfriend holding a small box in front of him. "Hey, Mrs. Bernard." Orpheus greets. "I knocked at the front door but no one answered. I thought no one was home." "Julie's staying over at Rhonda's house tonight if you're here for her." London informs. "I'm just dropping off her stuff." Orpheus presents the box. London gives a smile to Orpheus as she swims to the pool ladder near him. Orpheus nearly drops the box as he watches his ex-girlfriend's milf of a mother climb up from the pool, baring her naked body without any modesty or shame. Orpheus can't help but be fascinated by London's tantalizing figure due to years of exercise after having two daughters, resulting in the firm muscles of her arms and legs, her wide but well-curved hips along with her modestly sized and fairly firm breasts. London approaches Orpheus, still smiling, her wet honey blond hair clinging halfway down her back. "I want you to know something, Orpheus." London says. "I'm sorry how things ended with you and Julie. I know she can be a bit...spoiled, but you've always treated her decently which I liked that about you." "Thanks." Orpheus replies, trying keep eye-contact to his nude hostess. "I was going to relax in the hot tub, would you like to join me?" London offers. "Ah, I... didn't bring a suit." Orpheus immediately regrets saying. "Neither did I but you don't seem to mind." London teases. "I mean you do like what you see, don't you?" "Oh, yeah." Orpheus agrees. "You look awesome." "So why don't you put down that box while I start up the hot tub." London suggests, making her way to the hot tub. Orpheus carefully puts the box on the cement ground, fixated on London's tight and beautifully shaped ass while London leans forward over the hot tub. The water jets rapidly pumps water, forming little white bubbles on the surface. London turns to face Orpheus, walking to her. London says nothing as she pulls his already unbuttoned black-white flannel shirt over his shoulder and letting it fall to the ground, she then pulls the hem of his red t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. With Orpheus half naked, London's hands moves to undoing the lace-up tie of his board shorts. "Is it true that you and Julie didn't have sex?" London inquires with a naughty smile. "No." Orpheus admits. "But you wanted to, right?" "Yeah, but she didn't. She always had a reason." London hooks her thumbs over the waistband of Orpheus's shorts and underwear and slowly squats down as she pulls them down, allowing his cock to proudly stand out. London stops past his knees before she begins to admire the length and hardness of Orpheus's member. "Not even oral sex?" London gently slides her finger down Orpheus's shaft. "No." Orpheus answers, noticing the look of hunger in London's eyes, as if she would take his whole cock in her mouth at any second. "I thought maybe the problem was with me..." "Oh, no, no, no." London interjects as she raises herself up to face Orpheus. "The problem is definitely not with you." London assures, lightly stroking the base. "Julie is just...hesitant when it comes to sex. I never had that problem when I was her age. In high school, even if I liked someone but wasn't ready for sex, I would just go down on the guy. I was a bit of a slut at the time." London steps away from Orpheus to climb into the hot tub. Orpheus hurries to pull off his shorts and underwear with his runners and socks to be completely naked as his hostess and follows her in the hot tub where she stands in the middle, waiting him and his hard cock. The second Orpheus reunites with London, she takes his head with both hands and pulls it to force her mouth on Orpheus's for a passionate open-mouth, tongue-probing kiss, which Orpheus welcomes as he embraces her, wrapping his arms around her back. One hand gently caresses the back of her neck while the other hand not-so-gently caresses her ass. London releases Orpheus's head and wraps her wet fingers around his cock while still entangling her tongue with his. She breaks from the kissing and looks at the fuck-spear in her hand, feeling it get harder, wondering what her next course of action should be. London feels herself going back to her pre-marriage rules of sex and give Orpheus a blow job but she feels herself craving for young cock to penetrate her wanton cunt. After a brief inner debate with herself, London decides to go with her blow job on the first date rule and hopes it will lead to more sex with Orpheus in the future. "In my first year in college," London softly says in Orpheus's ear. "I was called the blow job queen of Plutopolis University." "Really? You were that good?" Orpheus questions. "I was the best." London proudly answers. "Still am." "I'm pretty good at oral sex, too." Orpheus informs. "Really? I thought you said you didn't do oral with Julie." "I've been with a few women after the break up. One of them taught me cunnilingus." "They're teaching how to eat pussy in school now?" "Didn't learn it at school, I learned it at the Rising Tiger last week. Sit back and I'll show you." London backs herself to a corner of the hot tub and sits on the glasfiber edge, parting her inviting thighs. Orpheus lowers himself in the warm bubble-filled water as he move in on London's shaved pussy. "Pretty." Orpheus complements, slowly running his wet index finger up and down her labia. "Like a pink flower." London cups her breasts, her digits circling her nipples as she feels Orpheus lightly kissing her inner thigh, moving to her vagina. Two of Orpheus's fingers delicately parts her labia, Orpheus licks it a few times before darting her clit, causing London to moan. The fingers that kept the labia open are gently being inserted while the mouth sucks on the clit, the fingers curls and softly rubs the secret spot London thought only she knew about. London's finger circles faster on her nipples as she feels the sucking on her clit becomes nibbling, then licking again. The amazing tongue pushes itself in her vagina, aiding the fingers. London removes one of her hands from her tit to hold on to the edge of the hot tub to prevent herself from falling off. She moans louder and quivers as the mouth between her thighs shifts from licking her labia to sucking on her clit to nibbling on her clit to licking the area between her cunt and thigh (a pleasure spot even she didn't know she had) to tonguing her pussy in a pattern she couldn't recognize nor care to as her orgasm nears. London claps her mouth shut so the neighbors won't hear her as her moaning get louder as her climax causes her to tremble. She moves her hand from her mouth to hold Orpheus's head to keep the talented tongue of her cunt-lapping guest on her loins as she finally feels the surge of sexual ecstasy she hasn't felt in years. Dazed by the orgasm, London slips back into the water as Orpheus holds her hips to safely guide her down. The gratified and grateful housewife rewards Orpheus with another bout of passionate tongue-kisses, turning and guiding him to sit in the middle of the molded seating side. She mounts over Orpheus and holds his still-erect cock steady as she lowers her pussy down. Feeling the young cock slipping inside her sugar walls excites London's body once again, wanting more of Orpheus's manhood. The water around them begins to splash as London gyrates back and forth with Orpheus's hands holding her below her hips. One of Orpheus's hands moves to London's stomach while the other hand firmly holds the middle of her lower back. With his palm below London's belly button, the thumb adeptly finds the clit and circles on it speedily. More splashing happens as the thumb flicks on London's already sensitive pink pearl like a bass player in an 80s pop-rock band, causing her to straddle Orpheus faster, taking all of his shaft. Orpheus gazes up to London, hoping to make eye-contact but she lifts her head with her eyes close, savoring the throbbing cock in her cunt and the adroit thumb on her clit, sending her to another orgasm. Orpheus wills himself to continue on pleasuring London's clit as he feels his orgasm eminent. Look at me. Orpheus silently pleads. London's moans gets louder with each downward pelvic thrust until she abruptly stops and looks down into Orpheus's eyes as her orgasm rapidly consumes her. Less than a second later, Orpheus's sex-spear bursts with his manseed in Landon's womb. In that moment, the two lovers are both overcome in complete sexual euphoria. Soon, as the euphoria begins to subside, Landon presses her mouth to Orpheus's, sliding her tongue inside, which Orpheus does the same in return. "Oh, my god." London suddenly breaks the kiss. "What am I doing?" London pulls herself away from Orpheus and climbs out of the hot tub. "What did I just do? I'm a married woman, for god's sake." Confused of London's sudden change of behavior, Orpheus climbs out of the hot tub and follows her as she stops near the pool. "What's wrong?" Orpheus asks. London takes a deep breath before turning to face her naked guest. "Nothing, really. I'm just a little freaked out about what we just did." "Ah, right." Orpheus tries to be understanding. "I guess cheating on your husband with your daughter's ex-boyfriend must have crossed the line for you." "Yes." London replies before stepping to Orpheus with a smile. "Maybe that's why it was the best sex I had in years." London takes Orpheus's head again and kisses him, still confessed but accepting the kiss as the same. "When we were fucking, I completely forgot about my husband." London says. "I forgot about my daughters, my parents, my neighbors, my mother. That alone was worth it. All I cared about was fucking you and your fantastic cock." London kisses Orpheus again, lowering her hands on to his hips. "But when the sex was over, it all came coming back to me and I kinda freaked out. Sorry about that." "Do you want me to leave?" Orpheus asks. "Hell, no." London's hands grabs Orpheus's ass. "I've already broken my marriage vow, might as well make the best of it. Unless you need to be somewhere else." "Well, my friends were going to take me a strip club in Rutberg to help me get over my break up with Julie." Orpheus answers then pauses. "I just realized something, while we were having sex, I totally forget about Julie too." "You should go if you want, but I can guaranty you'll have way more fun with me than from a lap dance." London says before speaking softly in his ear. "Because I'm still fucking horny from looking at your naked body. We have the house all to ourselves for the night and I want to be naughty, I want to be slutty, I want to be what I was before I got married and had kids. Even if it's for one night." As London kisses his neck, whatever confusion Orpheus felt of the situation has disappeared when he feels a sudden twinge from his spent penis. "I still want to suck your cock." London states. "If you stay, I can suck your cock 'til your balls run dry." London takes Orpheus's hands and walks backwards to the pool, guide him to follow her. "But let's have a swim first to give you time to...reload." Orpheus looks at London's lips as the tip of tongue does a quick lick of the upper lip. "I could go for a swim." Orpheus complies. * * * * * * "Why did you come to Little Tokyo, Orpheus?" Soo questions. Orpheus looks away from the passing backstreets seen through the passenger side window to Soo sitting behind the wheel. "I went to LT for the off chance Xhan might know where Magga is." Orpheus answers. "Also, I wanted to see if you were okay." "Me?" Soo disbelieves. "Yeah, you." Orpheus states. "And also Jade, I didn't see her at the Rising Tiger." "Jade's working at the Night Garden now." Soo informs. "Whoa, the Night Garden. That's a major step up." Orpheus says. "So, you went to Little Tokyo, about go to war, for me?" Soo inquires. "Yeah, why's that so hard to believe?" Orpheus asks. "Is it because we had sex that one time?" Soo questions. Orpheus is reminded of the time he went to the Rising Tiger two years ago and had Soo as his masseuse. Halfway through the session, Orpheus insisted on demonstrating his skills of cunnilingus to Soo. The student was on his back on the massage table, orally pleasuring the teacher's slit, hovering above his face as she strokes his hard cock, trying not to be distracted by the skilled mouth causing her to unexpectedly orgasm. When Soo laid down to catch her breath, Orpheus goes down on her again, giving her a second orgasm. Caught up in the passion, Soo lubricates Orpheus's cock with jasmine-scented massage oil before bending herself over the table, allowing her well-endowed pupil to fuck her up the ass. "Well, yeah." Orpheus humbly answers. "So, I get sentimental about the women I have sex with. Especially if the sex was really great." "I hope you didn't make any wrong assumptions about me because of that night." Soo says. "Of course not." Orpheus assures. "I know as a masseuse, you're a complete professional and you would never have full sex with a customer willy-nilly. It was just one of those rare occasions, which is understandable because the same thing happened with me and..." "So you think you're the only customer I've had sex with on the job?" Soo questions, somewhat offended. "Are you saying you've had sex with other customers at the Rising Tiger other than me?" Orpheus counter-questions. Soo briefly scrunches her face. "No, I haven't." Soo reluctantly confesses. "At the risk of placating to your ego, yes, you were the only customer I fucked, and yes, it was great. Happy?" "Well, yeah. But not for the reasons you think." Orpheus explains. "You're getting a hard on right now, aren't you?" Soo inquires. "What?" Orpheus reacts. "Don't deny it. Some people can predict the weather, I can predict when a guy is getting hard." Soo states. "Really?" "I know men. I mean you're easy. Lin-Ling offering herself to you the way she did, me reminding you of the night we fucked. I'll bet being at the Rising Tiger brought up some warm and fuzzy memories that got you pitching a tent." "Well...yes." Orpheus admits. "But I didn't notice until the parking lot." The conversation ceases as Orpheus and Soo looks upon the familiar streets of Rutberg through the windshield. Orpheus looks to the backseat and sees Lin-Ling still sleeping peacefully. "You know, if was kind of sweet of you coming to Little Tokyo to check on me." Soo looks at Orpheus with a smile. "I can't think of one guy willing to go to a potential war zone for me." "Like I said, sentimental." Orpheus looks back to Soo. "Is your dick still hard." Soo calmly inquires. "Yes." Orpheus is surprised again but answers calmly. "Maybe I can help relieve some of the stress you're facing." Soo offers. "In appreciation of helping me with Lin-Ling." Orpheus was about to mention that the ride back to Rutberg would suffice, but a sudden twinge from his erected cock causes his imagination to mentally remove Soo's clothes, causing his cock to get more hard, begging to be released from the confides of his jeans. "It would help me focus on my objectives." Orpheus consents. * * * * * * With no ball gag, Angel is able to scream out of pain with every lash on her back from the Huntrix's whip. The chains hooked on Angel's wrist restraints pull her arms up in opposite directions while the spreader bar hooked to her ankle restraints keeps her legs apart with her feet chained to the cold cement, restricting her movement. Angel finds herself in the same situation she was a few short hours ago, tied up in a spaciously wide S&M dungeon with the same kind of sex toys and torture devices in Lady J's playhouse and at the receiving end of a whip. The only difference now is the woman holding the whip is dressed in leather instead of latex. Soon the whipping stops, a relief for Angel, but a rather brief one. The steel heels of Huntrix's boots clack on the hardwood floor as Huntrix walks to the naked blond, wrapping up her whip and attaching back to her belt. Angel opens her eyes find herself and the whip-welding amazon are not the only one in the dungeon. She sees Sister Felicity at a short distance from her right as the naked nun tries to bear the agonizing discomfort inflicted on her pussy by the sharply pointed peak of the wooden horse she sits on with the ankles of her bent legs tied by rope and her wrists tied to the spreader bar above her. Closer at her left, Angel sees Lady J siting back on one of two white leather lounge chairs. Standing between the lounge chairs is a naked woman of average height in her late-twenties with her long dirty blond hair in a ponytail wearing only a spiked collar, holding Huntrix's coat. Angel hears the clacking behind her stop. She feels a strong hand grabbing her hair and pulling her back until she faces her interrogator. "I hope you're more straightforward now." The Huntrix sternly warns. "But I have been honest." Angel defends herself. "The last time I saw Orpheus was at Lakeside." "I can assure you, my slave can't lie." Lady J states. "How so?" Huntrix asks. "I gave her an injection of Ro-Zone a few hours ago." Lady J informs. "It prevents her from lying." Huntrix looks upon Angel with the same suspicious scowl as before. Angel tries to find the will to uphold her lie, despite the intimidation brought on by her leather-clad hostess/interrogator, and the subtle attraction Angel finds herself feeling for her. Huntrix releases Angel's hair, allowing her to move her head back forward. "Cici, come here." Huntrix orders the naked girl with the collar. Cici prudently places the leather coat on the unoccupied chair before eagerly pacing to Huntrix. As Cici gets closer to Angel, Huntrix silently and sternly points at a spot of the floor in front of Angel, directing Cici to stop at that spot and wait for further orders. "So you're on Ro-Zone." Huntrix softly says in Angel's ear as she gently tucks the blond hair aside. "Yes." Angel answers. Angel feels Huntrix's hands lightly massaging her shoulders before moving down her upper back before sliding to the sides of her torso and roughly cupping Angel's tits, causing Angel to gasp with surprise and maybe even some arousal. The fingers of Huntrix's strong hands tease the nipples. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 11 "So, it must feel really good when I do this then." Huntrix states. "Yes." Angel honestly replies. "Cici." Huntrix commands. "Go down." "Yes, Mistress." Cici obeys, kneeling down on the floor in front of Angel. Angel watches Cici lowers herself to her knees and reaches for Angel's hips. Angel instinctively ties to back herself away but can only move so little with her restraints and Huntrix closely behind her. Huntrix slaps her open palm on Angel's ass and pushes forward to give Cici the proper angle of Angel's pussy. Cici latches her hands on Angel's hips and immediately plants her mouth on Angel's pussy. Angel gasps as she feels Cici's intrusive tongue force its way through her folds, attacking her clit. "Does that feel good?" Huntrix questions in Angel's ear. "Yes." Angel answers between moans. "I should hope so." Huntrix says. "I've trained Cici myself to eat pussy. If she didn't do it right, I'd make her do it again over and over 'til she did it right." Angel looks down at the naked girl performing forced cunnilingus on her. She notices a tattoo on the right cheek of Cici's ass. Angel makes it out to be a black, bold capital H with an X drawn in a red claw-mark style. Angel surmises the HX to be the Huntrix's emblem and that Huntrix had it tattooed on Cici as some kind of mark of ownership. "Now you say the last time you saw Orpheus was in Lakeside, correct?" Huntrix kindly inquires. "Yes." Angel answers. "Where in Lakeside?" Huntrix asks. "At the motel I used to work." Angel answers. "Go on." Huntrix nudges for more details. "We were having sex. Sometimes we would go to one of the vacant room and have sex. Actually, it was more than sometimes." "How would you rate him as a lover?" "8.5, maybe even a 9." "Really? Nice cock on him?" "Yeah, and his mouth is great too. Knows how to go down on a girl" "Is he just as good as Cici?" "Better." Huntrix withdraws her hands from Angel and walks around to her front. "You hear that, Cici?" Huntrix places her hand on Cici's head. "She claims her boyfriend eats pussy better than you. I didn't train you to be the second best pussy-eater, did I?" Angel feels the licking and sucking on her sex goes faster, causing her to moan louder. "What happened after the sex?" Huntrix resumes her questioning, gliding the back of her fingers against Angel's nipple. "We had a fight." "About what?" "About us. I wanted to know if the sex was all he cared about but then he started..." Angel is distracted by the gentle kisses on her neck by Huntrix, causing her to moan and temporally forget her account. "he started questioning me about how I felt about our relationship and stormed out." "That must have made you really anger with him." Huntrix gives a lick to Angel's earlobe. Angel finds it harder to concentrate as Huntrix nibbles on her earlobe while lightly tweaking her nipple. "Yes, I was anger with him." Angel replies. "Seeing him run out of that restaurant and not even noticing me." "What restaurant?" Huntrix asks. "The one across the street from the church." Angel admits before realizing she gave herself away. A second later, the ear-nibbling and the nipple-tweaking suddenly stops. The second after that, Cici is swiftly and roughly pulled away from Angel's cunt by the strong arm of her mistress and falls on the floor. The next second, Huntrix grabs Angel's jaw, forcing her to look at her anger face. "What church?" Huntrix demands to know. "St. Vincent's." A very crossed Lady J answers, standing up from the lounge chair. As Lady J makes her way to Huntrix and her lair of a slave, she callously walks over Cici, still on the floor, waiting to be ordered to stand. Angel is terrified when she sees Lady J holding out the remote. "No, please." Angel begs. "I got confused." The remote in Lady J's hand is pressed and Angel knocks her head back, screaming to the top of her lungs from the electrically-induced pain from the electro butt plug. Lady J keeps her thumb firmly on the button, continuing the torture longer than before. "Okay, that's enough." Huntrix commands. "Just a bit longer." Lady J says. "Let's see if she can withstand it for a full minute." The remote is quickly snatched from Lady J by Huntrix, ending Angel's pain. Angel's head falls forward, gasping. "How dare you." Lady J shrills. "May I remind you, you work for me." "This is my home, my dungeon." Huntrix asserts herself as she steps up to Lady J. "I decide who gets punished and how. You don't like how I operate, Cici can show you the door." Lady J says nothing as she considers her options for a moment. After making a decision, Lady J steps back, silently permitting Huntrix to continue by gesturing to Angel. "Cici, box." Huntrix orders Cici as she returns to the bound Angel, stuffing the remote down her cleavage. "Yes, Mistress." Cici hurries to her feet and rushes to the far corner of the dungeon. Huntrix grab Angel's jaw again and forces her face up to reestablish eye-contact. The blond hair mostly covers Angel's eyes as tears rolls down her face, expressing defeat and the begging of mercy. "I am very disappointed in you." Huntrix closely smells the sweat and fear from Angel. "I was going to let Cici make you cum but you lied to me. I don't like it when people lie to me." "I'm sorry." Angel desperately apologizes. "I did see Orpheus leaving that Hawaiian restaurant when we went to St. Vincent's and I lied because I didn't want you to hurt Orpheus. But I swear that's all I know. I have no idea where he is." "How can I trust you now after that?" Huntrix berates. "You lied to me, Angel. I can't let that go." "Please, not the whip again." The broken Angel begs. "No. No whips." Huntrix assures, letting go of Angel's face. "No paddles, no nipple clips and butt plugs, electric or otherwise. I'm just going to give you some time to reflect upon your sins." Cici eagerly hurries Huntrix carrying a wooden box, which Angel notices and feels more fear. "No." Angel terrifyingly utters. "You've seen this before?" Huntrix takes the box. "A headbox." Lady J informs. "I have three at home. Used them on Angel a few times." Huntrix unfastens the latches of the box, opening it the side with a hole into two halves. "Stay still." Huntrix calmly commands as she fits the half hole of the box to the back of Angel's neck. "Please, don't." Angel tearfully pleads as she helplessly watches Huntrix about to close the other half of the box. "Wait, I'll tell you something else you should know." Angel's desperate claim stops Huntrix. "Whatever she said she'll pay you to find Orpheus, she'll stiff you. Just like she did with Moth. She promised him a whole bunch of..." The other half of the box is quickly closed shut, cutting out all light and sound from the outside. The sudden darkness and the unsettling silence causes Angel to feel anxiety as she starts to worry about the world outside the headbox, if Huntrix will whip her again or will she give the remote back to Lady J. Or maybe they're taking their time as get their jollies watching her squirm and panic. Angel's tries to keep herself calm but with the only sounds she can hear her own whimpering and panicky breathing, she feels her self-control unraveling * * * * * * "Who's 'Moth'?" Huntrix turns to face Lady J. "No one to concern yourself with." Lady J keeps her sight on Angel. "That's for me to decide." Huntrix asserts. "How's he involved with her and Jones?" "He's not." Lady J tries to assure, looking to the side away from Huntrix. "Just some low-life petty criminal I hired to find her. I paid him the money he earned afterwards and we parted company. He has nothing to do with this." Huntrix gazes on the elusive Lady J. "Very well." "So, now what?" Lady J gestures to Angel. "What do you plan to get out of her?" "Nothing." Huntrix answers. "I knew she was lying to me about where she last saw Orpheus, so I brought her here to squeeze the truth out of her, hoping it would lead me somewhere but she knows nothing." "So other than the whipping leading to orgasm denial, all this was for nothing?" Lady J rhetorically asks. "I'm still exploring other avenues." Huntrix says. Huntrix looks back at the naked girl with her head in a wooden box as her breathing becomes deep and rapid. The box then shakes from side to side. She must be screaming. Huntrix thinks. * * * * * * "This is Fifi." Fifi speaks in her cell phone. "Report." Huntrix's voice is heard. "Mistress, I checked on the tattoo parlor that burned down as ordered. Orpheus Jones did work there until sometime last spring and the owner was his uncle and a member of the Unholy Riders." Fifi apprises. "Gang related?" "Well, that's where it's kind of foggy. I don't know where those bikers get their information from, but they think the Iron Dragons were responsible." "So was it or wasn't it the Iron Dragons?" "It wasn't. I checked with my contact in Little Tokyo and he can confirm that at the time of the attack, all the Iron Dragons were at Yamato Park, initiating their new recruits. After that, most of them were hanging around outside the Rising Tiger." "If it wasn't the Iron Dragons then who was it?" "No idea. There was word about the cops taking in a witness, but my contact here at the 12th knows nothing about it." "Do you have the information on Jones?" "I'm looking at his file right now." Fifi says as she looks through the forums on the desk she sprawls over. Fifi looks behind her to the portly, pasty-white cop pawing her bare ass while fucking her doggy-style with his trousers around his ankles. Being the only cop in the 12th precinct assigned to the records room, Officer Andy Pollard has had little contact with the rest of his fellow cops, which he only appreciates whenever Fifi comes by in need of a favor. "That's it, baby." Fifi blows a kiss. "Make Fifi bark." "Priors?" Huntrix's voice inquires. "Yeah, a few." Fifi resumes her phone conversation. "Breaking and entering, vandalism, assault." "Any known associates?" "Yeah, but they're all dead. This Jones guy was linked to the Unholy Riders and the Anarchists." "Give me a description of him." Fifi looks over several mug shots of Orpheus. "White guy in his twenties, brown hair...and really cute." "Other than cute, does he have any distinguishing marks, tattoos, scars?" "None that I can see, but he might be wearing goggles." "Goggles?" "I guess he's very protective of his eyes." "What about last known address?" "Mariner Park." "So that's it? Nothing else on him?" "I could look into the Anarchists..." "Don't bother, I have a new assignment for you. I need information on someone called Moth." "Yes, Mistress. As soon as I'm done with my contact." Fifi again looks behind her to Officer Andy as he continues to pump his cock with no end in sight. "This could take a while." * * * * * * Gemini stumbles through the alley, leaning against a wall from prevent herself from falling to the ground in her beaten and bruised condition. Even though her biker brethren greatly outnumbered the Iron Dragons, they didn't take into account how a single Iron Dragon is skilled in martial arts to take on three, even five enemies, giving them a tactical advantage. Never before had Gemini witnessed a perfect example of an unstoppable force meeting an immoveable object as she watches bloodshed and death happen on both sides of this horrific war. Gemini is plagued by the images of her friends and comrades by massacred and the pain of her injuries, not noticing the trash cans she runs into, clumsily falling on the ground. On her back, Gemini looks up and sees Lotus and Lilly standing over her. "So you two came to finish me off?" Gemini says between coughs. "Well, go ahead, bitches. I already killed three of your guys." "Actually, you just killed one." Lilly corrects. "Not before he killed twelve of yours." "What are you fucking waiting for?" Gemini angrily spouts. "I'm wounded and unarmed. Get this over with and kill me already." "We don't want to give you death." Lotus says. "Just the opposite." Lotus and Lilly squats down to pick Gemini up off the ground and carries her down the alley. * * * * * * Gemini fully regains consciousness after slipping in and out since being rescued by the Twin Swans of Death. She finds herself completely naked laying on her back across a bed on display in a mattress store. The blond/black haired biker recalls after breaking in May I Have Another Mattress through the back door, the Swans laid her down on one of the display beds of the unlit store before stripping off her clothes, revealing her nude and half tattooed body. The Twins began cleaning the wounded biker with warm damp cloths. As they wiped away the dirt and blood from her flesh, Gemini felt the caressing hands rubbing and pressing certain spots of her neck, sternum, below her waist near her vagina while whatever pain or discomfort she felt lessens. She lightly gasped as she felt the warm cloth gently circling her breasts by the Swan over her head while the other Swan cleans her feet, kissing her toes. After cleaning Gemini's front, the Swans rolled her on to her stomach to continue on her back. Gemini cooed from the warm clothes massaging as they cleaned her back and ass. Soon, the clothes are discarded when the cleaning is completed. Gemini experienced a new sensation as baby oil was squirted down her back and stopping at the crack of her ass. The baby oil is immediately spread throughout her backside. The skilled hands of the Swan leaning over Gemini's head rubbed and press certain spots of her neck, shoulders and spine while the hands of the Swan kneeling between her legs rubbed and pressed certain spots of her tailbone, her hips and both cheeks of her ass, as well as playfully teasing the lips of her labia. Gemini is rolled to her back when one of the Swans squirted more baby oil on her tits, slowly going her stomach and stopping at her pussy. The hands are on Gemini's body once again, slathering the oil throughout her torso and limb. Gemini starts to regain her awareness as she feels her nipples gently tweaked. With a bedside lamp on, Gemini is able to fellow the hands to the Swan above her, naked as she is. The eyes of the oil-cover biker and the naked ninja assassin meet. The Swan smiles as she kneels down and massages the back of Gemini's neck. "I hope the baby oil is satisfactory." The Swan says. "We had to make do with what we could find in the store." "Why are you doing this?" Gemini questions. "Why not just kill me like you did to my friends at Wolf Avenue?" "There has been enough death on both sides." The Swan answers, closely to Gemini's face. "So you're giving me a massage with a happy ending?" Gemini asks. "For what? You want me to forgive you?" "To heal you," The other Swan climbs up over Gemini from her parted legs. "by engaging in your sexual responses." "Sexual healing?" Gemini disbelievingly asks. "Seriously?" "The human body is capable of healing itself." The Swan above Gemini's head informs. "Our skill of what you call sexual healing can accelerate that far greater than your western medicine by certain spots of the body to redirect your blood flow and your chi." "A rub here, a press there." The second Swan says, lightly scratching down between Gemini's breasts to her stomach, causing her to gasp. "We can stimulate the erogenous zones that you didn't know you had." The nails journeys down pass the stomach to the pubic bone. Gemini feels the nails digging into her skin, but to her delirious surprise feels pleasure instead of pain. The nails on her pubic bone is replaced by the soft lips of the Swan between her thighs, kissing down to her pink crevice as the hands slides under the biker's thighs and gently grabs her ass, nails digging in. Gemini's moan grows louder from the tongue licking her sensitive clit. "Gemini, before you orgasm, we..." The Swan massaging Gemini's shoulders says. "I knew it." Gemini opens her eyes. "You're not giving a rub and tug out of guilt or mercy. You want something from me." "Yes, we do." The Swan admits. "We want to know who was it that told the Unholy Riders it was the Iron Dragons that killed your friend at the tattoo parlor." "Detective Garbus at the 12th Precinct." Gemini divulges between moans. "We pay him off to look the other way or for tips of rival gangs. I guess someone else paid that asshole to lie to us." "Paid by who?" The Swan questions. "Don't know. You'll have to ask him." Gemini suggests. "Thank you, Gemini." The Swan kisses her. "Now, after your orgasm, you will fall asleep. When you wake up, you will be well-rested and refreshed." "Just know that..." Gemini is interrupted by the clever tongue suddenly dancing with her clit. "...this changes..." Simultaneously with precise timing, the sides of Gemini's pubic bone and the spot between her breasts and collarbone are struck by a two-finger stab from both of the Swans' hands, causing the naked biker to scream and spasm from the explosive orgasm emanating from her sex. "...nothing." Gemini fights to finish her statement before falling asleep. * * * * * * "Remember, no kissing." Soo says before peeling off her shirt while straddling Orpheus. With the top of Soo's car down, Orpheus is able to see the parking lot of Holland Park all around him for any onlookers from where he sits as he holds on to Soo's hips. Fortunately, Soo parked near the broken street lamp at the far end of the lot, which is a well-known spot for anyone who wants to have sex in their car at night. As is the case with Orpheus. "Hey, eyes on me." Soo pulls off her red silk bra. "You're not worried if someone watches?" "Aren't you? Lot of perverts out there." Orpheus looks up at Soo. "They can look but they can't touch." Soo answers with a smile. "What if they want to do more than touch?" Orpheus asks. "I got a piece in the glove box and I know where to aim." Soo answers. "What are you two doing?" A groggy Lin-Ling climbs up the backrest from the backseat. "Hey, I asked you not to have sex with him." "Sorry, he had a hard on and you were asleep." Soo explains. "It was a spur of the moment thing." "I have a hard on. Present tense." Orpheus corrects. "Not for long." Soo quickens her grinding on Orpheus's lap. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna pop." Orpheus warns as he nears ejaculation. "But I'm so horny right now," Lin-Ling moves to Orpheus. "and my pussy is just aching for some cock." "If you didn't drink that drugged tea, it would be you going cowgirl on Orpheus right now." Soo advises. "I'll bet your cock would feel really good in my pussy." Lin-Ling kisses Orpheus's neck. "It certainly feels great right now." Orpheus states the second before his cock boils over in Soo's love-canal. Orpheus watches Soo takes a moment to catch her breath as she leans back on the top rim of the windshield and lets the night air cool her moderately sweat-covered skin. Orpheus tries to relax as well but is distracted by Lin-Ling stilling kissing up his neck to his ear. "So am I next?" Lin-Ling asks. "What? Now?" "No, I mean later." "Maybe later. Didn't you say you want to have sex with Soo?" "Did I?" "Yeah, you did." Soo leans forward to rejoin the conversation. "You think watching me and Lin-Ling do some girl-on-girl sex could help you recharge your batteries?" "Couldn't hurt." Orpheus answers. "There's a motel a block from here..." "Too bad you won't going there, asshole." An angry voice from the dark yells. Orpheus and his fellow travelers are started as Zane steps into their collective sight to the passenger side door of the Fury with his gun aimed to them. Terrified by the gun, Soo dismounts Orpheus and falls on the driver's seat. Soo tries to cover herself with her shirt when she sees another gun pointed at her, held by Oxy-Mo standing near the driver's side door. As scared as Soo, Lin-Ling stays still. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 11 "Don't you fucking move." Zane orders, keeping his gun on Orpheus. "Can I at least do my pants up?" Orpheus requests with his hands in the air. "No." Zane snidely answers. "Looks like you picked up some Asian pussy on your way back from Little Tokyo." Oxy-Mo says. "And had a threeway in public in a classic car." The creepy Zane states. "Just when I thought I couldn't hate you more." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 12 CHAPTER TWELVE "HUNTRIX AND PREY" 18 months ago... Orpheus knocks on the door at Room 204 of the Sunnyside Motel. He sips his morning coffee he got at the Comin'/Going, waiting for someone to answer. Orpheus gets impatient and knocks again harder. Normally, Orpheus wouldn't get up so early in the morning on a Saturday, especially when he spent the night with a hot blackjack dealer from Tigers Casino, but one of the Anarchists called for help and ever-loyal Orpheus jumped into action. "Who is it?" a woman's voice from behind the door asks. "It's me, Ashley." Orpheus answers. As the door opens, Orpheus sees a young woman in her early twenties with a blue hair and a thick septum piercing and another piercing of her left eyebrow, wearing only pink Hi Pussy panties and costume fairy wings. The fairy wings were nothing new to Orpheus. As long as he's known her, Ashley Jorgensen, aka Airgirl of the Anarchists, always wore the fake fairy wings, not for fashion and certainly not for function but for her love, or obsession, of wings, whether their of a plane, a bird, a dragon or a fairy. "You sure got here quick." Airgirl smiles. "High-Brow gave me a lift." Orpheus enters the room. "He's waiting downstairs." Airgirl shuts the door as Orpheus examines the queen-size bed with the sheets raffled. On the bedside table, he notices a half-empty bottle of lube and two ripped condom wrappers. Further checking the room, Orpheus spots a brown leather coat hanging in the rack and men's clothes on the chair next to the TV. "I see why you didn't meet us at the casino last night." Orpheus says. "Old boyfriend or new boyfriend?" "Well, he's not exactly an...old boyfriend." Airgirl tries to explain. "Sweetie, shower's your now." A man's from the bathroom calls out. A tall and muscular man with a thick goatee walks out of the bathroom, naked with a towel around his neck. With his dark brown hair wet, his receded hairline shows a most unusual widow's peak. Although middle-aged, his physique is quite impressive for someone of his age. "Oh, hey." The naked man with a goatee notices Orpheus but doesn't cover himself. "I didn't know we had company." "Randy, this is the friend I told you about." Airgirl introduces. "Good to meet ya, buddy." Randy greets with a cheesy grin. "Ah, it's...Orsen?" "Orpheus." Orpheus corrects. Where have I seen this guy before? Even though Orpheus is certain he has never met Airgirl's new lover before, he feels he's seen him, maybe heard about him, but can't remember when. "Wait a minute." Orpheus turns to Airgirl. "Please tell me this isn't Randy Burke, used car salesman...and your stepfather." "Ex-stepfather." Airgirl informs. "But you'll always be my stepdaughter in my heart, honey." Randy says, tossing his towel to the bed as he walks to his clothes. Orpheus sighs with disbelief as he witnesses Airgirl be smitten at Randy's corny attempt of being charming. Another thing about Airgirl not new to Orpheus was her tendency to fall in love with the wrong guy and being both a follow Anarchist and the surrogate big brother Orpheus is often drafted to be, he helps with the fallout after, and sometimes during, the relationship. "So, who's after you now? The IRS, the police or some divorce lawyer?" Orpheus bluntly inquires. "Right to the point. I respect that." Randy keeps smiling as he pulls his dark grey dress pant up before putting on his black leather shoes. "Thing is, I made some shady deals with some very shady people and long story short, I need to get out of town before they kill me." "How do I fit in this?" Orpheus questions. "Well, the people after me are watching the airport, the train station, the bus station, even the docks." Randy dons a white button shirt. "But I have friends waiting for me at Lakeside, all I need is someone to drive me there, discreetly." "I probably know the answer to this already, but don't you have friends in Plutopolis?" Orpheus asks. "Yes, but they've been...compromised." Randy answers. "Jesus, who did you screw over?" Orpheus asks. "No wait, don't tell me. I don't want to know." "So, you'll help him, Orpheus." Airgirl asks. Orpheus looks to Airgirl, beaming with hope. "Sure, I'll get him to Lakeside. Hopefully, they're not watching the Benny Bill Bridge." "Thank you." Airgirl kisses Orpheus on the cheek before she gleefully prances to Randy. Randy slips on his brown leather coat when Airgirl wraps her arms around his waist as the two share a kiss. Orpheus politely look away as the kiss get longer than expected, which is for the best so he won't watch Randy's hand groping Airgirl's ass. "Oh, Ashley honey, my only regret right now is that we can't have more of what we shared last night." Randy says. "Then maybe you should have something to remember me by." Airgirl gives naughty smile as she pulls her pink panties down her legs and hands them to Randy. Orpheus and Randy watch the naked backside of Airgirl as she strolls to the bathroom with her costume fairy wings and the heart tattoo with a banner that read MORTY'S GIRL on the right cheek of her bare ass. "That girl is certainly a lot more fun than her mother." Randy puts the panties his coat pocket as he walks to the bedside table. "Is she gonna shower with those wings on? I mean it was cute when she wore them when she was..." "Can we get going now?" Orpheus purposely interrupts. "Just let me get my stuff together." Randy opens the drawer of the bed table and take out a Beretta 92 gun. "What's the piece for?" Orpheus questions. "A lot can happen between here and Lakeside." Says Randy. After concealing the gun under his coat, Randy picks up a large duffel bag and drops it on the bed. "What's in the bag?" Orpheus walks to Randy. "Just some...clothes and...personal items." Randy says with the cheesy grin. Orpheus grabs the duffel bag and slides it to him before Randy could take it, he quickly pulls the zipper opens the bag, containing rolled up stacks of cash. "How much do you have in this?" Orpheus takes a cash roll out. "A lot." Randy pulls the bag to him. "So this is why you're skipping town." "Do you know what this money would have been used for if I didn't take it?" "I know this money is paying for my services." "You want me to pay to you to get me out of town? I thought you were doing this as a favor to Ashley." "Coming here was a favor to Ashley, hearing you out was a favor to Ashley. If High-Brow and I are gonna risk our live transport your ass to Lakeside, it'll be for a grand each." "Tell me, did finding this money do away with your sense of charity?" "It's the charity you deserve." Randy pauses with a displeased look. "Well, okay then." Randy smiles "A grand to you and your gang member sound fair. I'm nothing if not reasonable." "Not to mention pressed for time and short on friends." Orpheus tosses the cash roll to Randy, who catches it. "That grand's for Ashley. The least you can do." Orpheus heads for the door while Randy follows behind carrying the duffel bag. "Not the first time I left money for a woman the morning after." Randy boasts. "But for that much money, Ashley could have at least let me..." "Finish that sentence and I'll drop you in East Rutberg." Orpheus warns as he opens the door. Orpheus stops from leaving the room when he sees a tall and muscular woman with black sunglasses and wearing a black leather rider's jacket standing in front of him. Before Orpheus could react, a fast punch to his face instantly knocks him out and falls backwards on the floor. "Randy Burke," The woman in black exclaims as she steps over the unconscious Orpheus. "you're coming with me." Randy reaches under his coat and pulls out his Beretta but the woman in leather proves to be faster as she quickly knocks the gun out of his gun with a single fling of her whip. Randy briefly screams from the pain. "Who the hell are you?" Randy yells. "I'm the Huntrix." The whip wielding woman announces as she gets closer. Without giving Randy a chance to even move, Huntrix expertly flings her whip again, wrapping around his neck, pulls him to her and force his back against the wall between the window and the door. During this, Randy keeps his grip on his duffel bag. Huntrix sees the rolls of cash inside the still-unzipped bag. "That all the money you stole?" Huntrix interrogates, slightly loosening the whip. "Yes, that's all of it." Randy manages to say. Huntrix notices a bulge in one of the pockets of Randy's coat. She reaches in and takes out a roll of cash. "Naughty boy." Huntrix says. "You can have that." Randy pleads. "I'll let you have half the money if you just..." "Let you go?" Huntrix finishes the sentence. "Sorry, but unlike you, I have a work ethic." "How...?" Randy tries to question but finds his need to breath more important. "How did I find you?" Huntrix finishes for Randy again as she slips the cash roll back in Randy's coat pocket. "One of your ex-wives tipped me off. What to know which one? I'll give you a hint." Huntrix tightens the whip as she leans forward to speak in Randy's ear. "YOU FUCKED HER DAUGHTER LAST NIGHT!" Orpheus begins to slowly regain consciousness to witness Huntrix taking the duffel bag from Randy before she pulls on her whip to lead him through the door like a dog on a leash. Who was that broad that punched me? Orpheus thinks. And why is it giving a hard on? ****** After being allowed to pull his pants up, Orpheus slowly opens the car door to get out of Soo's car, still at the point of Zane's gun. "You mouth-breathers remember the last time you had your guns on me?" Orpheus asks. "Your friend the masked crime fighter isn't here to save your ass this time." Oxy-Mo exclaims from across the car. "And if he is, I'm ready for him." Orpheus does a quick pan to Soo and Lin-Ling in the Fury. Soo keeps her shirt over her breasts, scared but composed, looking to Oxy-Mo and the gun on her. Lin-Ling sits back at the back seat, shaking with fear as she shifts her sight between Zane and Oxy-Mo. "So, how did you find me?" Orpheus faces back to Zane. "I thought I'd lost you morons." "After we got away from that cop, we went to the Bullethead. When we got there, you were already taking off to Little Tokyo." Zane explains. "We tried to follow you there but the police blocked off Wolf Avenue because of the rumble going on. This is when I got clever." "Do tell." Orpheus condescends. "With Wolf Avenue cut off, the only way out of Little Tokyo is through the Plumbers Memorial Bridge." Zane continues to explain. "So you staked out the bridge to find me?" Orpheus questions. "You had to know it was a long shot." "Not that long of a shot." Zane gets smugger. "Especially when you riding in a classic Plymouth Fury being driven by a hot Jap chick. Even Oxy noticed." "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" An offended Oxy-Mo asks. "You calling me dumb?" "Well, you gotta admit, Oxy," Orpheus says to Oxy-Mo. "you are a bit slow on the draw." "Hey." Soo interjects. "Not helping with the current situation." "It's cool, Soo." Orpheus assures. "You guys know I'm just joking, right?" "Joking, huh?" Oxy-Mo replies. "You want to hear something funny, funny man? We almost lost you until you drove into Holland Park so you could have your roadside quickie." "I hope she was worth it, asshole." Zane steps in closer to Orpheus. "She always is." Orpheus says. Soo can't help but smile. "Hey, listen guys, how about we all just calm down." Orpheus proposes. "Why don't we let the girls drive off and the three of us can come to an agreement." "I got a better idea." Zane aims his gun to Orpheus's head. "We shoot you dead like Moth told us to do...and we get the girls. What do you say, Oxy? I get the blond and I get the brunette?" "Okay," Oxy-Mo agrees as he lowers his gun, stepping close to the driver side door. "but I get the car too." "Just wait a fucking minute." Soo stands up on the driver's seat, letting her shirt fall off her nude body. "This is my car, okay? I stole it from my pimp fair and square. I took care of it, made sure it got an oil change regularly..." Soo pauses when she notices Oxy-Mo ogling at the erected nipples and the goose bumps of her bare breasts. "Hey, my eyes are up here." "Yeah, I don't want to touch your eyes." Oxy-Mo replies, still ogling. "Okay, just as long as they keep you distracted." Soo says. "Distracted?" Soo swiftly throws her fist to Oxy-Mo's throat, causing him gasp for air, clenching his throat as he backs away. Zane is too fixated on Soo's bare ass when Orpheus grabs his gun hand by the wrist and receives a punch to the stomach, causing him to drop his gun. Orpheus sees Oxy-Mo, still choking but manages to raise his gun to Soo. To save Soo, he grabs and throws the skinny and incredibly light Zane across the hood of the car, colliding with Oxy-Mo as both falls to the pavement. Orpheus runs around the car to disarm the idiot assassin, but stops as Oxy-Mo aims his gun at him as he picks himself up. "You're so dead, asshole!" Oxy-Mo yells, about to pull the trigger. Orpheus hears the gunshot but he sees a sudden spattering of blood from the upper thigh Oxy-Mo's left leg, before falling down again, dropping his gun. Turning to the car, he sees Soo holding a smoking Smith & Wesson 659. "Don't move." Lin-Ling orders to the downed thugs as she runs to Orpheus's side aiming Zane's gun at them. Orpheus hurries to take Oxy-Mo's gun as the gun's owner pressing his hand against the bullet wound to prevent more blood from spurting out. "That bitch shot me." Oxy-Mo snivels. "You have a talent for overstating the obvious." Orpheus states before walking to Zane, about to get up off his stomach. "You stay right there." Orpheus assertively orders, pointing to Zane. "We're not done." Zane stops from getting up and holds his hands up. Orpheus continues walking to Soo as she gets out of her car. "Nice shot." Orpheus complements. "Not really." Soo says. "I was aiming higher." "The police will be here any minute, you and Lin-Ling gotta get the hell out of here." Orpheus cautions. "There's a motel down the block. Hide out there for the night." "What about you?" Soo asks. "I still have some business with these assholes." Orpheus answers. "They know where Magga is so I'll have to persuade them to tell me." Orpheus holds out the gun to Soo. "Take this." "Don't you need it?" Soo questions. "No. I do fine without them." Orpheus replies. "Lin-Ling, let's go." Soo calls out as she accepting the gun. As the blond Asian backs away to the car, Soo pulls Orpheus to her and surprises him with a kiss. "Find Magga." Soo says before getting back into her car. "Hey." Lin-Ling gets Orpheus's attention before pulling him to her and kisses him, using her tongue. "Come on over when your tanks are on full again." Lin-Ling parts with a wink. Orpheus watches the blond Asian in her black t-shirt and red thong jump in the beat seat of the car as the naked brunette Asian behind the wheel starts the car and drives away. Waiting until the Fury is out of his sight, Orpheus looks to Zane. "Let's talk." ****** Zane's holds his breath and shuts his eyes as tight as he can on the hope none of the water in the toilet bowl will leak inside him. Finally, Zane's head is pulled out of the toilet by a strong hand gripping his hair. Opening his eyes, he sees, at a low-angle since he was forced to kneel, the toilet stall of the men's room of the Holland Park public washroom. Before Zane has a chance to resume breathing, his head is forcibly turned to see the furious face of Orpheus, squatting down next to him. "I said I'll talk." Zane cries out. "If it's about what happened with your uncle, I swear that was all of Moth's doing. He's the one that killed him and set the place on fire." "What about Magga?" Orpheus interrogates. "What did Moth do to her?" "You mean the Thai whore?" Zane asks. "Wrong response." Orpheus says as he plunges Zane's head back in the toilet. Orpheus keeps Zane's head submerged a bit later before pulling him out. "You call her a whore or any other demeaning word, you will go down in the history of Plutopolis to die from a swirlie." Orpheus threatens. "Got it?" "Okay, I'm sorry. Poor choice of words." Zane coughs out water with his apology. "Moth has her tied to his bed. She's his sex slave now." "Does the bed have an address?" Orpheus tightens his grip on Zane's hair. "The Jericho Apartment building on Woodman Street, apartment B2." Zane quickly divulges. "In East Rutberg." "Is he there with her?" "No, he left with me and Oxy to find you. Just one guy there, you can take him. So...are we done?" "No, not yet. Now tell me where's Angel. What did Moth do to her?" "The blond? Moth gave her to Lady J." "And she is?" "Some businesswoman who likes to dress up in latex, but you don't want to mess with her." "If she has Angel, I do." "Do yourself a favor and let the blond go. No woman is worth the trouble you get into, no matter how great her tits are." Angered by another of Zane's poor choice of words, Orpheus pushes Zane's head back down to the toilet. However, Zane quickly grabs the rim of the toilet and pushes himself up, stopping him halfway but struggles against the descending. "It's not Lady J you have to worry about. It's the boss." Zane echoes in the toilet bowl. "Who's her boss then?" Orpheus questions. "THE BOSS! BOSS CREEG!" Zane yells. "BOSS CREEG HAS ANGEL!" Orpheus pulls Zane up. "Bullshit." "No bullshit. She's Creeg's right-hand woman." Zane informs. "And Moth is working for him?" Orpheus disbelieves. "A guy who lives in a basement apartment in East Rutberg is working for the biggest crimelord in Plutopolis?" "We didn't believe Moth when he told us until we meet with Lady J to give the blond to her." Zane says. "We all thought she was just some girl he was stalking." Orpheus releases Zane's hair as he stands up. "We're done now?" Zane asks, relaxing his body. "Yeah, we're done." Orpheus ensures. Orpheus grabs Zane's hair and slams his head to the porcelain rim of the toilet, knocking him out and falls on the sticky tile floor. "Wash your hair sometime, creep." Orpheus advises as he walks to the sinks across the stalls. Orpheus gives his hand a quick rinse when a young man in faded jeans and a sleeveless half-shit showing his abs enters the men's room, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a cheap business suit. It's obvious to Orpheus that the young man is a hustler and the middle-age man with him is his customer, both planning to share a stall. The hustler and his customer notice the legs of the unconscious Zane sticking out of the stall, then look to Orpheus with caution as he dries his hands with a paper towel. "Didn't pay up front." Orpheus says. ****** I thought he'd never blow his load. Magga thinks, trying to breath with Zippy on top of her, naked as she is. When Moth left Zippy with his sex-slave, allowing him to fuck her, he started with squeezing Magga's breasts for an hour since his knowledge of foreplay is limited to only that before he was ready for actual sex and jumped out of clothes to fuck Magga, still tied down to Moth's bed. Zippy never had the best of luck with women, or sex, which became obvious to Magga as he fucked her in short thrusts for what felt like an hour until he finally ejaculated before his pale and sweaty body flops down on her. Feeling Zippy breathing on her neck, Magga wonders if she can take any more of this. Even though she's used to the sexual abuse and she was used by men in the past just as lame in bed as Zippy, she knows she needs to escape before the rest of Moth's gang rape her. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 12 Magga devise a ruse to trick Zippy to untie her by offer him a back rub or a hand job but has to have her hands free, maybe say a few right words to easily deceive Zippy in trusting her by making him think there will be more sex later, or have him fall in love with her. After being set free by the lovesick dupe, Magga would have to incapacitate Zippy in some way to escape. She considers using one of the scarves bonding her and wrapping around Zippy's scrawny neck when she tricks him to turn his back to her, giving her the chance to struggle him unconscious. After Zippy is tied up, Magga would raid Moth's drawers for the less-tacky clothes for her to wear, stale whatever money she can find and simply walk out of her captor's apartment and stroll to her freedom. Magga sees the chance to put her escape plan in motion when Zippy lifts his head and kisses her. "So another satisfied customer?" Magga smiles. "Oh, yeah. Really satisfied." Zippy climbs off of Magga and the bed. "Was it just as good for you?" Zippy picks up his underwear and board shorts. "Very much." Magga lies through her smile. "Why are you getting dressed?" "Because I'm done." Zippy pulls up his underwear up his pasty legs. "Don't you want to fuck me again?" Magga asks. "Again?" A stomped Zippy ask, putting on his shorts. "You want me to fuck you again?" "Don't you?" Magga asks. "I mean the women you've slept with were just satisfied with you just fucking them once?" "Ah, well...yeah." Zippy falsely answers. "Well, I don't know what kind of women you've taken to bed but my husband would fuck me four, sometimes five times." Magga says. "Five times?" Zippy is amazed. "I can barely do it a second time." Magga smiles for real this time as she sees Zippy taking the bait. She knows a loser like Zippy has no experience is sex with anyone other than his hand. "Maybe we can change that?" Magga proposes, about to reel Zippy in. "Why don't you just..." KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!!! The knocking sounds from the door interrupts the critical moment for Magga. Fuck, not now. Magga thinks. "Who the fuck can that be this late?" Zippy asks. "Don't answer that." Magga says. "Whoever it is, he'll eventually leave." "It's probably one of the guys. Maybe they killed Orpheus." Zippy eagerly picks up his shirt. "I'll be right back." Magga helplessly watches Zippy leave the bedroom and her escape plan shoot to hell. Fuck! I'm never getting out of here. ****** "Who is it?" Zippy calls through the door in his attempt at a manly voice. "Hi, is this Moth?" A woman's voice asks. Zippy tucks his gun behind him before unlocking the deadbolt and opens the door a little. He's surprised to see Fifi standing in the hallway. "Ah, Moth isn't in right now." Zippy says "How do you know him?" "Oh, Moth and I meet a nightclub a few nights ago." Fifi answers in a high and bubbly tone. "So you're not a hooker?" Zippy questions without thinking. "No." Fifi answers with a wide and not-offended grin. "So what's your name?" "I'm Zippy." Zippy opens the door more. "So is it just you?" Fifi inquires. Zippy takes a second to answer. "Yeah, just me." "Well, Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, I hope you can help me." Fifi takes step closer. "I'm a bit embarrassed to tell you this but I think I left my panties in Moth's bedroom. Could you just let me in so I could look for them? They're my favorite." "Sorry, I don't think Moth would want me to." Zippy slowly closes the door. "Besides, if Moth has your panties, it's best if you just get some new ones." A gloved hand grabs Zippy by his shirt collar and yanks him through the doorway to the hallway and roughly forces him against the wall near the door. Zippy follows the strong arm holding him to the muscular body of the Huntrix. "Why did you do that?" An upset Fifi asks. "I almost had him" "You were taking too long." Huntrix says to Fifi. Zippy reaches behind him for his gun, but Huntrix's swift hand retrieves the Smith & Wesson firearm before he could. "Where did you get this? The Bottom Dollar store?" Huntrix examines Zippy's gun before handing it to Fifi. "What do you want?" Zippy asks. "Your pal, Moth. Where is he?" Huntrix demands to know. "He left to take care of some business." "Looking for Orpheus Jones?" "Yeah, that Jones guy messed Moth up real good so he's gunning for him." "Any idea where either of them will be?" "I'm not Moth's secretary. He doesn't tell me shit." Still keeping Zippy to the wall, Huntrix lifts the light-weight loser off his feet. Zippy is intimidated but at the same time somewhat aroused. "Search the apartment." Huntrix orders Fifi. "Yes, Mistress." Fifi complies, stepping towards the open door with Zippy's gun. Before taking one step to enter the basement apartment, Fifi looks down the hall to the sound of footsteps and sees Orpheus Jones walking towards them. "It's him!" Fifi points to Orpheus. "It's Orpheus Jones!" Orpheus stops, realizing that he rushed himself into more trouble. No longer in need of Zippy, Huntrix launches her knee into Zippy's crouch, letting him fall hard on the floor and walks pass Fifi as she approaches her bounty. "Orpheus Jones, you're coming with me." Huntrix declares. "The Huntrix." Orpheus utters as he recognizes her. "Don't run." Huntrix warns. Orpheus quickly turns to the direction he come from and sprints as fast as he can to the stairs. Huntrix smiles before running after him. Finally, some excitement. Huntrix thinks. Fifi watches her mistress leave her without any word. She tells herself she should get used to it and tries rationalize the imperfections of her relationship with Huntrix but is distracted by the annoying groans of pain from Zippy, curled up on the floor as he holds his assaulted crouch. "Ahhhhh, why the fuck did she had to do that?" Zippy asks with agony. "I just had sex." "Look at it this way," Fifi looks down to Zippy. "your hand can use a rest." Fifi tosses the gun in the apartment before walking away. ****** The door leading to the rooftop is flung open by Orpheus as he pulls his goggles over his eyes and continue to run in hope to flee his leather-clad pursuer the same way he avoided capture to the Eaglehart building. With the nearest el-train at least six blocks away, Orpheus would have to jump across rooftops of the low to mid-rise buildings of East Rutberg at full-speed to keep ahead of the Huntrix. Huntrix storms through the door as Orpheus easily leap over the wide gap between the Jericho and its neighboring building. Huntrix chases after him, successfully jumping to the next building. Orpheus dashes across the roof to the other side and jumps on the top of a water tower on a low-rise. Figuring she has him cornered, Huntrix jumps from the rooftop to the water tower. But halfway to the water tower, Huntrix is surprised as Orpheus runs and jumps on the top of a billboard. Huntrix lands on the water tower, keeping her sights on Orpheus as he, to her amazement, run across the billboard and leaps on the fire escape of a mid-rise and climbs up to the roof. "Run-of-the-mill street punk my ass." Huntrix sneers. ****** Orpheus finds no one chasing him when he looks behind him after climbing up to the roof of a mid-rise. He runs to the front side as the blue line el train approaches on the rail bridge over Basin Street. Seizing his opportunity to escape, Orpheus pushes himself to run faster than before to the edge of the roof and leaps off the building to successfully lands on the top of the el train. On his hands and knees, Orpheus raises his head to watch for any overpasses or low-hanging street lamps and take pleasure in the wind blowing in his face. However, the mood is anything but pleasant for Orpheus when he is surprised to see the Huntrix standing at other end of the el train car. "Thought you lost me didn't you?" Huntrix yells, walking to Orpheus. "I know how you Anarchists free-runners work and I know every inch to this city, as well as the train schedule." Orpheus quickly gets on his feet and jumps off the side of the el train and brazenly lands on the crossbeams on top of a wooden telephone pole. Without a second of hesitation, he run on the beams and jumps to the nearby building. With the distance between the building and the telephone pole, Orpheus just barely grabs the ledge of the roof. Orpheus pulls himself up to the rooftop, hoping he had bought some time and distance between him and Huntrix. However, when Orpheus jumped off the train, the pursuing Huntrix leaped off the second after. Before giving gravity a chance to plunge her to the street below, the airborne bounty hunter pulls out an unusual gun from its holster. Pulling the trigger, a burst of compressed air launches a small metallic three-prong razor-tipped harpoon in the air, trailing behind a thin but strong cable. The harpoon strikes the wall of the building Orpheus fled to. Pulling the trigger again, the grapple gun retracts the cable, pulling Huntrix up to the rooftop. Orphues is already on the roof, running to the next building as the momentum of the retracting grapple gun causes Huntrix to soar over the ledge like a prying hawk before gracefully landing on her feet. Orpheus leaps over the narrow driveway to the next building, as he has done many times before. But suddenly, Orpheus is barely halfway over the driveway when Huntrix snaps her whip at the free runner, wrapping around the ankle of his right foot. Huntrix pulls at the whip to yank him back to the roof just as Orpheus's leg pulls against the whip to free his ankle. With a tug from his leg, the whip slips from the foot, but Orpheus's momentum is diminished, causing him to fall sooner than planned as the ledge gets more and more further from his reach. ****** Marcie Gillespie moans from the lips of her lover giving a mix of kisses and nibbles on her neck. The 35 year-old housewife from Chaykin keeps her eyes closed as her arms holds her lover closer to her. The moans get louder from the thrusting cock penetrating her wet pussy. The kissing/nibbling lips leaves Marcie's neck to her lips to start an open-mouth kiss, which she complies and allows her lover's tongue in her mouth. Soon the lover's mouth breaks the tongue-play and kissing altogether but continues with the thrusting. "Look at me." A woman's voice demands. "Open your eyes and look at me." Marcie opens her eyes and looks up to the face of a light brown haired woman the same age of her, wearing nothing but the strap-on she uses to fuck Marcie with. The bed Marcie is lying on is queen-sized, covered in red silk sheets with the blankets pulled down. The bedroom has enough space for the bed, a dresser, a treadmill and a vanity dresser with mirror. An electric fan is on the nightstand to give cool air to Marcie and her lover since the room's only window is painted shut and cannot be opened. "Don't stop, Patty." Marcie pleads with her lover on top of her naked body. "Please, don't stop." "Tell me who fucks you better?" Patty inquires with a grin. "Me...or your husband?" "Don't bring Scott into this. You know I love him." Marcie says. "Then why for the past month have you been coming here?" Patty lightly brushes aside a strand of Marcie's black hair. "For sex." Marcie rocks her hips in unison with Patty. "Not a therapy session." "So he hasn't been living up to his husbandly duties in the bed?" Patty asks. "He's been working the night shift at the refinery." Marcie replies. "He's very busy." "Too busy to make love to his wife? I'll bet that doesn't take long." Patty says. "Stop it." "Even when he wasn't too busy, did you always try to think of a reason not to?" "Stop it. I'm not a lesbian." "Really? What would Scott say if he found out you've been having secret lesbian sex with a girl you knew at summer camp?" Patty leans forward to whisper in Marcie's ear. "Does he know about us at Camp Rabbit Creek?" "No, I..." Marcie feels the fake cock going faster. "...I never told anyone about that night." "I remember that night." Patty kisses Marcie's cheek. "We were sharing a tent and threw your sleeping bag out after Brad Kramer put those garter snakes in there, so you wanted me to share my sleeping with you." "You know I hate snakes." Marcie looks away from Patty. "You didn't mind that I was naked when you slipped yourself in, and all you wore was that t-shirt that barely covered your ass." Patty gives several kisses on Marcie's neck. "You remember what happened after that? It was only a matter of time until you..." "I'm not a lesbian." Marcie reiterates. "Well, you sure were that night." Patty raises her upper body and slides her knees to kneel, grabbing hold of the not-lesbian's hips. "Just like you are now." Patty trusts harder and deeper into Marcie's cunt. "You can't make me a lesbian." Marcie says. "No, but I sure as hell can make you my..." CRASH!!! The loud sound of smashing glass startles the lovers, Patty quickly pulls herself away from Marcie and moves close to the headboard. Marcie reaches for her round-frame glasses on the night stand and hurries to put them on. Both girls spot the shattered remains of a wood two-panel window at the middle of the wall, showing something crashed through it. Patty stands up on the mattress to carefully follows the trail of broken glass and wood to Orpheus lying his front on the carpeted floor, covered in shards of glass and the curtains. "Oh, fuck." Orpheus slowly rolls himself on his back and pulls down his goggles. "I'm alive." "Who the fuck is that?" Marcie jumps off the bed. Orpheus struggles to get off the floor but freeing his foot from the whip pulled a calf muscle, having him to climb up and sit on Patty's bed. Orpheus nurses his calf as he looks around the room, he first notices Patty, standing on the bed wearing a strap-on. His sight turns to Marcie as she instinctively covers her small tits with her forearm and her black pubic hair with her hand. "Oh, hi." Orpheus awkwardly greets. "Sorry about your window. "You're sorry? That's gonna come out of my damage deposit." Patty says before she steps off the bed. "Were you spying on us through the fire escape?" Marcie questions as she scurries around her clothes carelessly left on the floor for her purse. "I don't have a fire escape." Patty walks to Orpheus. "There's nothing outside that window to walk on or hold on to. Who the fuck are you?" "Not important." Orpheus pushes himself off the bed to stand on his good leg. "I need to get out of here." Patty grabs Orpheus's arm, preventing him from limping out of the bedroom. "You're not going anywhere until we discuss compensation." Patty demands. Before Orpheus could plead or explain, the metal heels loudly landing on a wood surface causes Orpheus, the strap-on wearing lesbian and the naked woman with glasses to look to the smashed window and sees the Huntrix, standing on the window sill as she rolls up her whip. "I'll say this, Orpheus, you're a lot more fun than my last bounty." Huntrix steps on the floor. "Now who the fuck are you?" An irate Patty turns walk to Huntrix. Orpheus limps backwards to get some distance on the chance with Patty standing between him and Huntrix will be enough for him to get away. When Huntrix stops in front of Patty, she doesn't bother to walk around her or order her to move aside. Instead, Huntrix grabs the straps around Patty's upper thighs and easily lifts and tosses her on the bed like a throw pillow. "Stay."Huntrix orders as she resumes her approach on Orpheus. Unable to run, Orpheus puts his fists up, ready for fight. The only expression from Huntrix is a slight smirk. Orpheus throws his fist to punch Huntrix square in the face, but the punch is swiftly blocked by her forearm. "Too slow." Huntrix says. The punch from Huntrix's fist is too fast for Orpheus to see, rendering him unconscious before he even falls on the floor near Marcie, just as she finds her purse. Marcie pulls out Walther P99 from the purse and stands up, pointing the gun at Huntrix. Huntrix looks at Marcie for a few seconds before calmly stepping over Orpheus to approach her. Marcie's hand shake as she adjusts her glasses to see the leather-clad amazon standing in front of her. Huntrix silently holds her palm out. Marcie gently places the gun in Huntrix's hand. "Don't point a gun at someone until you can pull the trigger." Huntrix sternly advises. Huntrix places the gun on the vanity before picking up Orpheus off the floor to carry him over her board shoulder. "Soon as I'm gone, you and your girlfriend can get back to what you were doing." Huntrix states, walking to the door. "She's not my girlfriend." Marcie quickly corrects. "I'm married...to a man." Huntrix stops to look to Patty, still on the bed. Patty shrugs. Huntrix says nothing as she walks pass Marcie. As Marcie watch Huntrix hauling Orpheus as she walks to the door, the naked housewife from Chaykin finds herself mentally undressing the statuesque superwoman. She places her hand on her sternum to calm to breathing, keeping the image in her head even after Huntrix exits the bedroom and her sight. "So," Patty leans back on the bed with her fake cock standing upwards. "still not a lesbian?" Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 13 CHAPTER THIRTEEN "DELIVERY" "Wakey-wakey." A backhanded slap across the face snaps Orpheus back into consciousness. Before even opening his eyes, he knows he is lying on his back on the floor of the inside of a van with his hands in cuffs behind him. The first thing Orpheus sees is Huntrix kneeling over him, leering down at him between her ample breasts. Looking around to get his bearings, he sees Fifi at the driver's seat before looking back to his leather-clad captor. "Who hired you to come after me?" Orpheus directly questions. Huntrix responds with another backhanded slap across Orpheus's face. "I ask the questions here." Huntrix assertively states. "Did you mean it when you said that I was fun?" Orpheus sardonically asks. "Yes, very much." Huntrix sardonically answers instead of giving another slap. "You running and jumping off those rooftops certainly made it challenging for me." "Props to you for being able to catch up." Orpheus compliments. "And with those heels no less." "I hope you're not trying to charm me into letting you go." Huntrix leans forward. "Wouldn't dream of it." Orpheus assures. "I mean Randy Burke was a charming dude but it didn't help him much in the end." "Randy...Burke." Huntrix takes a moment to recollect the name. "I thought you looked familiar." Huntrix gives another backhanded slap, harder than the last two. "Now just lay there and be quiet." Huntrix orders. * * * * * * Angel breathes a sigh of relief when the headbox is removed from her in what felt like forever. With her arms and feet free from the restrains, Angel crosses her arms over her uncovered breasts as she faces Lady J, standing in front of her with one foot on the headbox on the floor. Angel sees Cici standing behind Lady J, holding a glass of water. Angel tries to discreetly lick her lips as she gazes upon the delicious water. "Well, aren't you going to thank me?" Lady J displeasingly questions. "Yes, thank you, Mistress, for setting me free." Angel replies with a dry mouth. "I'm getting very tired of your impertinence, slave." Lady states as she takes the glass of water from Cici. "As much as I enjoy disciplining you as I do training you, even I get tired." Angel silently watches her mistress drink the water she hoped to quench her urgent thirst. She concludes the water Lady J purposely place in her view was just another means to crush her spirit. Lady J stops drinking when the glass is half-empty. "There's something you should know, slave." Lady J notifies. "I just got a call from Huntrix. She's found Orpheus and has him in her custody." "What are you going to do to him?" Angel asks. Lady J looks to Cici and waves her off, allowing the slave to walk out of Angel's view. "I can't quite decide." Lady J turns back to Angel with an ominous grin. "I'll either keep him as a slave...or just kill him." "No. No, Mistress, please just let him go." Angel implores. "He's just some stupid punk I had brief fling with. If you just take him back to Lakeside with a warning, he won't be any more trouble. Please do this for me and I'll do whatever you tell me to do without question." Angel watches Lady J silently considering her slave's plead. She knows by making such a deal with her mistress to spare Orpheus, Angel will have to appease more of Lady J's insatiable sexual appetite, degrading and painful as it will be. "Whatever I tell you?" Lady J repeats. "Without question?" "Yes, Mistress." Angel confirms, holding back the regret. "Cici." Lady J calls. Cici steps in near between Lady J and Angel, holding a plastic bottle of lube and a strap-on with a 7-inch silicone cock. "Put it on." Lady J nudges to the strap-on. Unsure of Lady J's intentions, Angel accepts the sex toy handed to her and slides the leather straps up her smooth and slander legs. On the other end of the silicone cock is an internal egg-shaped bulb, Angel carefully slips the bulb into her pink flower, giving her an all too brief moment of pleasure. Angel tightens the straps when Cici kneels in front of her, squeezes the lube in her hand before slathering the fake cock to cover it. "Don't get chinsy with the lube, Cici." Lady J orders. "I want it nice and slippery." "Yes, ma'am." Cici complies, squeezing more lube in her hand. Angel feels the bulb moving against the walls of her vagina from Cici's hand stroking her cock. She never would have thought she would ever take pleasure from a hand job. "You never made me wear a strap-on before." Angel looks to Lady J. "Whenever we had sex, you would always wear one." "And I'll always will." Lady J takes a sip of water. "You're not fucking me with that. I have something else in mind." Lady J takes Angel's wrist, pulling her away from Cici as they walk to further down the dungeon. Angel stops when she sees Sister Felicity lying with her back on small rectangular wooden table. Her arms are stretched over her head with her wrists bonded together with rope. The ankles and upper thighs of her bent legs are tied together by rope as well as keep them apart, with her bare ass near the edge of the table's surface. The sexual task Angel has to perform for Lady J becomes obvious. Lady J releases Angel's hand and casually walks around the table, looking upon the nude nun struggling against the rope. "You can't do this." Sister Felicity protests. "I'm a nun, a bride of Christ." "Yes, you are a nun." Lady J agrees, stopping at the broad side of the table. "A nun who pimps schoolgirls for money." "I did no such thing!" Sister Felicity loudly objects. "You know perfectly well it was all of Father Milton's idea to exploit those girls from Willowbrook and the only reason I helped him was to give them comfort whenever anything went wrong." "And I'll bet those girls would have your complete and undivided attention, even when something didn't go wrong." Lady J places the glass of water aside on the table as she leans over and slowly circles one of the nun's nipples with her fingertip. "Listening to them tell you about the men they were paid to have sex with." "Stop it." Sister Felicity turns her head to the side, away from Lady J. "Inquiring about every little detail." Lady J continues. "How the donator looked, how big or little his cock was, how it felt as the cock was fucking her, how he smelt, was he gentle or really rough?" The nails of Lady J's fingertips lightly trails down from the restrained nun's breast, passed the sternum and stomach, continuing to the patch of dark chestnut brown pubic hair of her pussy. "Did you ever imagine yourself in their position? To be given money by strange men to have sex with them like some dirty whore?" Sister Felicity softly groans as she feels Lady J's fingers stroking her pubic hair, teasing the lips of her labia. "I'm a nun." Sister Felicity refrains from looking at Lady J. "I took an oath of chastity..." "Oaths don't do shit." Lady J forces two of her fingers in the vagina hole. Sister Felicity shakes her hips as her legs pulls against the ropes preventing her thighs from closing, hoping to pull herself away from the penetrating digits. In less than a minute, the nun's struggle proves futile and stills her body, allowing the fingers to violate her. "Oaths can't just stop you from having desires. That's human nature." Lady J leans closer. "You can try to abstain yourself, deny to yourself the need for sex as long as you can, but as time passes it gets harder and harder until eventually you find yourself hiding in a dark room so no one can see you masturbating." "I don't masturbate." Sister Felicity objects again. "Liar." Lady J adds another finger and plunges deeper. "You're a nun but you're still a woman. I mean how can you not? All those Willowbrook girls walking around the church in their little skirts then going home to your convent with the other sexually-repressed nuns. Tell me, when nuns get horny and prayer doesn't work, do you masturbate alone in a room or can you do it in front of the other nuns?" Sister Felicity maintains her silent defiance, focusing on the distant door behind Cici at the other side of the dungeon. "Who do you fantasize about when you play with yourself?" Lady J inquires eagerly. "One of the volunteers, like that cute Asian girl whose skirt is so short you know the color of her panties, or maybe one of your fellow nuns at the convent, a sister who you happen to see naked one time at the showers and wanted to offer to scrub her backside. Do nuns shower together?" Lady J waits for a response, whether it's a confirmation or a denial, but gets neither from the nun. "Okay, so you're not into women and the only man I know that's in your life is Father Milton. How about him? Do you fantasize about sprawling over his desk as his fucking you doggy-style or giving him a hand-job in the confessional booth?" Sister Felicity persists in her passive resistance, knowing it will only anger Lady J. "Fine, be the pure and righteous nun you think you are." Lady J withdraws her fingers and moves away from the table. "It'll make breaking you even more enjoyable for me." Lady J looks to Angel, still standing near the table with the strap-on. "That dildo isn't going to do much over there." Angel steps in between Sister Felicity's parted legs at the edge of the table and looks over the tied-down nun, noticing how close the silicone cock to her pussy. "You promise you'll send Orpheus back to Lakeside?" Angel asks Lady J. "Do you promise, as my slave, you will give me not just your body but your heart and mind?" Lady J questions. "Yes, I promise." Angel affirms. "Very well then." Lady J walks behind Angel before she orders. "Now, fuck the nun." With Lady J watching over her shoulder, Angel steadies the lubricated cock with her hand as she gently inserts it in Sister Felicity's cunt, causing the nun to grimace. Angel slowly rocks her hips back and forth to begin the reluctant strap-on sex. Angel feels the pleasure mounting from the blub in her sex, she tries to ignore it, concentrate of saving Orpheus. Sister Felicity silently prays to keep her mind off the growing heat from her loins, not just for the sake of her soul or her moral standing of a nun but to not give any justification to Lady J's statements of alleged sexual-hypocrisy of the nuns. "Go faster, slave." Lady J orders. "You've been on the receiving end enough times to know how fast." The body slapping gets louder as Angel speeds up her pelvic thrusts on the helpless nun. She tries reminds herself of her objective despite the pleasures from the bulb, growing faster with each thrust. Sister Felicity also finds it increasingly difficult to maintain her virtue as she feels her body betraying her to the sex toy violating her. "I said faster." Lady J slaps Angel's ass. "Or its zap-zap." Angel secures her hands on Sister Felicity's hips and thrusts into the nun faster and harder than before, causing the table to shake. Lady J steps away from Angel to pick up the glass of water before it falls off the table, keeping watch of the reluctant girl-on-girl sex show. Angel closes her eyes and lifts her head and she and Sister Felicity starts breathing heavily. "An angel raping a nun." Lady declares. "How delightfully sacrilegious." Lady J drinks the last of the water as she walk away from Angel and Sister Felicity, making her way to ever-obedient Cici, standing where Lady J left her. Lady J hands over the empty glass to the naked slave, who takes it with her left hand since the right hand is coat with lube Lady J slinks behind Cici and notices the bruises among her body. The rope burns on her wrists and forearms, the whip mark along her back and her ass also covered with small purple bruises done by a paddle. As Lady J moves closer to Cici's back, she notices the spike-collared slave fixated on Angel and the nun, breathing as hard as they are. "You like to watch." Lady J places her hands on Cici's shoulders. "Yes, ma'am." Cici answers, still watching. "So do I." Lady J says in Cici's ear as she slides her hand down Cici's right arm to her wrist. She holds up the slave's hand to examine the fingers covered in lube. "You haven't cleaned your hand." "I'm sorry, ma'am." An instantly worried Cici looks to her mistress's guest to apologize. "You didn't say anything about what to do next, so I just waited... "It's okay, Cici." Lady J quickly assures with a smile. "Want not, waste not." Lady J withdraws her hands from Cici to wrap her fingers around the hem of her latex skirt and slowly pulls it up pass her waist, exposing her ass and her landing strip of reddish-brown pubic hair. Lady J takes the lube-covered hand and guides it her cunt, immediately finding the clit and directs the digits to rub the pink bud in a circular motion. Certain that Cici's hand can continue on its own, Lady J releases the caressing hand on her clit and places it back on Cici's shoulder while the other hand slides down across the slave's naked back and stops at her waist. "Did Huntrix fuck you on the table like that?" Lady J inquires. "Yes, my mistress's made love to me on that table many times." Cici answers. "She's made love to me with every device and toy you see in this dungeon. That bungee sex swing over there, she made me cum three times with a vibrating strap-on. We had a fancy red sofa chair where the lounge chairs are. My mistress would sit there while teaching me to eat her pussy. If I didn't get it right, she would tie me to the table and spank my ass until I couldn't feel it anymore or she would chain me up the same way she did to your blond slave and whip me." "What about that dog cage near the door?" Lady J questions. "It was when we first met." Cici answers. "She forced me in there and kept me in for three days." "Hell of a first date. Was she punishing you for something?" "Yes, for breaking into her house and trying to steal from her?" "Were you a cat bungler?" "No, I was a drug addict. I used to run with the Zeds." "Really? Other than the bruises, you look a lot healthier than the average Zed." "I've been drug-free for two years now, thanks to my mistress." "How did it happen?" "It was late at night and I was wandering around aimlessly. I was cold, hungry and so desperate for another bump. So I broke into the first house I saw to steal some food or money. I remember being in the kitchen when my mistress caught me. She forced me to her dungeon where she hung me in the air by my wrists, tore off all my clothes and took a whip every inch of my body for an hour before the dog cage." "What happened afterwards?" "Every morning for at least a year, she would clean me by taking me to the backyard and spray me with the garden hose, then she made me do work around the house. First, she got me scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees. Then she eventually had me doing other stuff like vacuuming, dusting, cleaning her dildos, doing the laundry. She even made me paint the garage." "And she made do all this naked?" "Yes, I haven't worn a stitch of clothing since that night." "Not even of those naughty French maid's outfits?" "No. She says I'm not worthy to wear any kind of clothes." "But worthy for sex?" "Yes, not until months later. One day, I was making my mistress's bed when she walked in, forced me over her bed and started fingering my pussy. She told me not to cum unless she permitted me to. But I couldn't help it, I orgasmed. I orgasmed so hard, I nearly feel off the bed...and I stained the bed sheets." "So you're a squirter? Bad girl." "After I changed the bed sheets as my mistress ordered, she took me back to the dungeon to punish me." "But she invited you into her bed many times after that?" "Actually, no. Whenever we would make love, it would be in the dungeon." "Never in bed?" "One time we were in bed together, but only because Fifi was elsewhere, and after she was done with me she had me sleep on the floor." "So Fifi's a slave like you?" "No, Fifi isn't her slave to my mistress like me, she's her sub." "And what can you tell me about her?" "Fifi use to be a cop. As I understand, she and my mistress met trying to catch the same criminal. Fifi arrested him before my mistress could get him but later both were having sex on the hood of her cop car. After she quit the force, Fifi became her sub." "So Fifi can just come and go whenever she wants?" "Yes, and she has more sex with my mistress than me." "Are you jealous of that?" Lady J gently pulls Cici's hand away as she steps behind the slave, brushing her tits against the back. "Well, yes...no." Cici becomes fluttered as she tries to answer. "I know that Fifi has connections to help my mistress help find people but Fifi's not as devoted to her as I am..." Cici stops talking as her lubed pussy-diddling hand is guided to her own wanton pussy by Lady J. "No, I'm not allowed to touch myself there unless..." "Didn't your mistress order you to tend to whatever needs I have during my stay here?" Lady J reminds. "Even sex?" "Yes." Cici reluctantly answers. "But my mistress will punish me if I..." "Shhhhh. Just listen." Lady J says softly in Cici's ear. "I want to watch you finger your pussy before I have you eat my pussy. Now I know that puts you in conflict with what your mistress ordered and the rules she set for you but you should know whatever you decide, she will punish you. So you might as well enjoy yourself." Cici's fingers finds her clit and rubs it in the same circular motion as before. "Tell me, Cici, do you love your mistress?" Lady J questions, kissing Cici's neck. "Yes, I do." Cici answers. "If it wasn't for her I'd still be with the Zeds getting wasted or I'd be dead." "Oh, you would definitely be dead, Cici. Trust me on that one." Lady J states, kissing Cici's shoulder. "Does she love you the same way?" "I don't know. I can never tell what she feels about me." Cici answers between moans. "That night we made love was the best night of sex I ever had. One moment it was hard and rough, the next moment it...well, still hard and rough but at the same time...loving. When I woke up in the morning, my mistress was in the shower. My plan was to join her, eat her pussy and make her cum twice and tell her I love her. But I go in the bathroom, she was already having shower sex with Fifi." "That must have been heartbreaking." "It was. So I run back to the bed to smell her scent on the sheets. I started to masturbate, imaging it being me in the shower with my mistress. I just keep going and going until I came." "Did she find out?" "No, I just went back to the floor and waited for her." "You poor thing." Lady J says as one of her hands reaches around Cici to cup and fondle her breast. "But let tell you about your mistress. She does love you." "How do you know?" "Because of how she keeps punishing you. It's how she expresses her love for you. I know the kind of woman she is. She may have more sex with Fifi than you, but when she takes you into this dungeon, whether she uses a whip or a paddle on you, she gets more close to you. She loves you." "Does she really?" "Of course. That's why when your mistress returns, you will tell how I made you masturbate and you enjoyed it. You will also confess that you have been going against her rules and have been secretly masturbating without telling her. And no matter how much pain she inflicts on you, know it will bring the both of you closer than before, not just leading to more nights in your mistress's bed but something that will take you higher than a sex slave. Something beautiful." With Cici caught up the growing ecstasy caused by her digits on her clit and Lady J's words in her head, Lady J pulls back her hands from the naked slave's body and moves to her side. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 13 "Wait here while I check on those two." Lady J gestures to Angel and Sister Felicity. "When I get back, I'm going finger-fuck you 'til you cum twice, then you will eat my pussy 'til I cum three times." Lady J gives Cici a kiss on her lips. "Don't orgasm without me." Lady J doesn't bother to pull her latex shirt down to cover her ass as she walks to the table the nude nun is tied to, being raped by the naked blond girl with a strap-on and wings tattooed on her back. Cici fixates on Lady J ass as she slows her diddling fingers of her hand while the other hand still holds on to the glass. Distracted by Lady J's exposed ass or the strap-on sex on the table, along with the euphoric hope of her soon-to-be elevating relationship with the Huntrix, Cici is oblivious to Mr. Bruun entering the dungeon through the doorway behind her to where Lady J stood while fondling her. Lady J stops to look over Angel and Sister Felicity, seeing neither one is close to finishing. She begins to devise a way to speed things up between her sex-slaves in her usual cruelly creative style, not letting herself get distracted by the sound of glass breaking behind her. * * * * * * Detective Garbus scurries through the lobby of the 12th Precinct. Like any other night the lobby has its fill of people here to file a report of a recent crime or bail out a friend of loved one. Like always, Garbus would apathetically pay no mind to the weak and needy crowds who clutter his place of work with their petty problems. But as the detective proceeds to the front desk, he notices someone sitting at the chairs who stands out from the rest of the pathetic masses. A beautiful Asian woman with fully, shoulder-length platinum-white hair wearing a shimmering pink strapless short skirt dress sit and black stiletto-heeled shoes sits in the middle of the chairs with her slender legs crossed. Through the white bangs over her eyes, Garbus can see her expressing worry as she cautiously monitors her surroundings, like a lone gazelle afraid of incoming predators. Garbus discreetly admires her legs as he continues to the front desk, where Officer Cirks, a grey-haired man in his sixties with glasses sits behind, focused on a crossword puzzle of the Plutopolis Press. Garbus stops at the front desk and slams his hand on the wood surface to get Cirks' attention. "Okay, Cirks. I'm here." Garbus states. "Why'd you call me over? My shift ended hours ago." "Some people usually say hello, Garbus." Cirks says. "I'm not in the fucking mood." Garbus angrily asserts. "Why am I here?" Cirks leans forward over the deck "You see that hot piece of moo goo gai pan over there?" Cirks nudges his head to the direction of the white-haired Asian. "Hard to miss." Garbus replies. "What's her story?" "She came in saying she has information of that tattoo parlor murder and would only talk to you." Cirks informs. "She gave any specifics?" "No, and her English isn't that good so you should get a translator." "Did anyone else here tried to talk with her?" "Yeah, three detectives and two uniforms tried but she gave them all the cold shoulder." "She gave a name?" "Rose. Obviously not her real name." "Well, she's definitely from Little Tokyo. And with those legs, I doubt she works at the F-All Mart." "More likely the Rising Tiger. That place is packed with the finest Asian pussy, or so I've heard." Garbus watches the anxious Rose as she uncrosses her legs to adjust her seating. Glaring at the double entrance doors of lobby, Rose is unaware that her subtly ridden up skirt and the position of her slightly parted legs gives Garbus an accidently but well-viewed glance of the pretty pedals Rose's flower before crossing her other leg over. Garbus takes a deep breath as he feels his cock hardening, slower than usual because of the blow job he got earlier but some time with this witness with the pretty yellow pussy could help. Garbus doesn't bother with parting words to Cirks as walk over to Rose. "Evening, ma'am. I'm Detective Garbus." Garbus introduces himself. "I understand you've been waiting for me." "Oh, yes, I have." Rose answers with a whimsy fortune cookie accent as she stands up with a smile. "My name is Rose and I know who really killed that biker." "That's old news, honey." Garbus states. "It was the Iron Dragons." "No, it was not them." Rose objects. "It was done by someone...how do you say.... 'well-connected'." "Maybe we should continue this in my office." Garbus suggests. * * * * * * Garbus opens the door to his office to let Rose enter before him, checking her ass as she passes him. With the lights off, the only illumination is from a window with the open venetian blinds at the far wall and the window of the door with closed venetian blinds. Garbus watches Rose walk to the front of his desk, shutting the door and locking it. The detective keeps his eyes on Rose as he reaches for the light switch but when flips the switch the office remains dark. "What the fuck?" Garbus utters, looking at the light switch as he flips several times with no lights. Garbus turns his sight back to Rose at the desk but to his surprise sees no one standing there. "What the fuck?" Garbus re-utters. Garbus hurries to his desk, hoping to find Rose in the dark corner of the office or childishly hiding under the desk but doesn't find the vanished Rose, leaving him with an uneasy feeling of confusion and impending fear. He turns to dash for the door and seek out the backup of his fellow officers but is surprised again when he sees standing between him and the door is the Swan of Death, pointing the sharp tip of her katana directly at his throat. "Reach for your gun and I'll cut off both your arms, call out for help and I'll take off your head before you even get through the first syllable." The Swan threatens calmly and softly. "What do you want?" Garbus asks, paralyzed by fear. "You know what I want?" The Swan replies. "I have no idea what you're talking about?" Garbus denies. The katana lowers down until the tip is less than an inch away from Garbus's groin. "Lie to me again and I will stain the floor with your blood and your sex organs." The Swan warns. "Now why did you have the Unholy Riders make my home into a battlefield? Why did you lie and blamed the Iron Dragons?" "I was paid to." Garbus confesses. "By who?" The Swan presses. "Lady J. You know who she works for? Boss Creeg." "I'm aware who Lady J is and her affiliation with Boss Creeg." "Then you must know about the bad blood between Creeg and your Sensei Xhan." "Yes, when my sensei took over Little Tokyo, he refused to cooperate with Creeg." "And that really stuck in his craw but he couldn't do anything about without starting a war. It was the same thing with those bikers, they wouldn't play ball with Creeg either. So when they were out for blood, Lady J saw it as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and had me finger Little Tokyo." The Swan's eyes smolders with rage as she steps closer to Garbus, raising the bladed edge of her sword across the side of his neck. She tries to fight the urge to slice open his jugular but recollecting the loss she went through caused by this corrupt cop's single lie makes it increasing difficult to restrain herself. The ringing of Garbus's cell phone momentarily distracts the Swan from her murderous intentions. Keeping the katana on the detective, she retrieves the cell phone from his coat pocket. The call display of the cell phone read LADY J. "Answer it." The Swan quickly hands over the phone. "Act natural." "Detective Garbus." Garbus tries to sound calm as he speaks into his phone. "Good evening, Detective." Lady J's greets. "Evening, Lady J." Garbus greets back. "What do you need now?" "You'll be pleased to know that Orpheus Jones has finally been caught." Lady J notifies. "Yeah, great." Garbus replies. "You have my money? I kinda need right now." "And you'll get it, but first I need to meet with you at the docks." "The docks. At our usual place?" "Of course, our usual place." "What business do you...? "Detective Garbus," Lady J's voice is agitated. "as I've said before, I don't pay you to ask questions. Docks. Twenty minutes." The phone conversation abruptly ends with a dial tone, the Swan takes the phone from Garbus and carelessly tosses it aside. "So she's at the docks?" The Swan asks. Before Garbus can answer, the Swan grabs his tie and forces him to his desk where she then pushes him to lay flat on his back. "I have no more use for you then." The Swan raises her katana. "Wait, you still need me to take you to Lady J." Garbus pleads. "You still don't know where at the docks she'll be." The Swan pauses, steadying her sword. "Kill me and you'll spend the rest of the night and all morning searching the docks for her." Garbus boldly states. "So here's the deal, I take you directly to that latex-wearing cunt and you let me go." The Swan stays still and silent. "Come on, honey, the clock's ticking." Garbus gets cocky. "If I don't meet with Lady J in twenty minutes, she'll know something's up." The Swan looks to Garbus before staring at the dark corner of the office for a few seconds. "Very well, Detective." The Swan lowers her swords as she backs away. "But you get to drive us there." "I'm a cop, not a cabbie." Garbus opposes as he catches his breathe to find the strength to lift himself off his desk. "Wait a minute, 'us'?" Another katana thrusts from the darkness and stops above Garbus's chest. Surprised again, he looks to the dark corner and see another Swan of Death walking into the pale light from window. "You have no problem driving us to the docks, do you Detective?" The second Swan kindly asks. "I did let you look up my skirt." * * * * * * Pin carries a stuffed gym bag and a box of his magazines, comic books and drug paraphernalia as he opens the door to Moth's apartment. The first thing he spots is Oxy Mo lying across the couch with his pants off, chugging down a bottle of Dead Duck whiskey. Magga is kneeling by the couch, using one of the scarves used to tie her down to wrap around the bullet wound on Oxy's upper thigh. Next to her on the floor are two blood-stained towels along with a pair of blood-stained tweezers and a blood-stained slug. On closer examination, Pin observes Magga wearing the very cut-off white strips used to restrain the Thai sex-slave to Moth's bed as clothes with one strip wrapped around her torso as a sash bra that perfectly holds her DD breasts and covers her nipples, another strip was made into a makeshift g-string which barely covers her pussy. The others strips either hung freely from her shoulders and waist or were spirally wrapped around Magga's arms or legs, creating her covering yet provocative outfit. Near Oxy and Magga, Zippy sits on an old wooden chair with his gun out, holding a bag of frozen peas to his crouch. Zane walks out of the bathroom, holding an ice pack to his forehead as he takes the bottle of whiskey from Oxy for a quick swig. "What the fuck happened here?" Pin asks, placing his bag and box on the floor. "Oxy got shot." Zippy informs. "I can see that, genius." Pin says. "Who shot him?" "A naked Jap bitch in a Fury." Oxy Mo answers, taking back the whiskey from Zane. "What the fuck is he talking about?" Pin asks Zane. "We found Orpheus Jones at Holland Park banging some chick from Little Tokyo." Zane explains. "We had him dead but..." "But he got away from you again, right?" Pin finishes. "And why is she out?" Pin gestures to Magga. "She told us she could take the bullet out of Oxy." Zippy states. "Don't worry, I kept my gun on her the whole time." "So is he gonna be okay?" Pin asks Magga. "I've managed to stop the bleeding with what I could find here but he needs a doctor right away." Magga answers. Pin examines the dressing of Oxy's wound. Blood slowly sips through. "Nice work." Pin half-heartedly compliments. "Where you learn to do that?" "I was a biker's wife for eight years, before that, I was a sex-slave to some of the most violent human traffickers in Southeast Asia for twenty years." Magga explains. "You tend to learn a few things, especially under fire." "Clean this shit up." Pin orders. Pin watches Magga gathering the bloody towels with the tweezers and the slug before getting on her feet and walks to the kitchenette. "Just put those towels in the garbage." Pin further orders. "After that, clean those dishes." "Okay." Magga complies. Pin keeps his eyes on the pseudo-dressed Thai slave as she stuffs the bloody towels in the plastic garbage pail under the sink, moving on to the dirty dishes. Pin then looks to Zippy sitting back on the chair to press the bag of frozen peas against his crouch to numb the pain. "She do that to you, Zippy?" Pin points to the bag of peas. "No. Some bitch kneed me in the balls looking for Moth." Zippy gruntingly explains. " "What did she need Moth for? I doubt debt collectors work this late." Pin says. "She was no debt collector. Not the way she was dressed." Zippy replies. "She was after Jones. She thought Moth would know where he is." "And since you couldn't tell her, she canned you." Pin surmises. "I don't have to tell her dick," Zippy snaps back, unaware of the pun. "Jones walked in us and she chased after him." "Jones was here." Pin questions. "How'd he find this place?" "Never mind that." Zane quickly interjects, walking closer to his cohorts. "Where's Moth? You and him were supposed to kill that junkie." "The junkie's dead." Pin states. "And Moth...the Fiends got him." Everyone in the apartment is shocked in silence. Even Magga stops from washing the dishes from the mention of the most feared gang in Plutopolis. "I didn't say you could stop!" Pin yells at Magga. "And quit eavesdropping if you know what's good for ya!" "How did the Fiends get Moth?" Zippy asks as he lifts himself up with the frozen peas. "Well..." Pin takes a moment to concoct a story. "we found Greenie but she saw us and ran like hell. I don't know how many blocks we had to run but we finally cornered her on Snyder Street and shoot her dead. Then SpiderBat come after us and Moth drove off the overpass and crashed in front of Space Monkeys Adventure Park." "How'd you get out?" Zane asks. "I jumped out of the car just before it crashed." Pin declares. "With Moth and SpiderBat on the Fiends' territory, they didn't notice me so I hauled ass." "All the way to your mom's house?" Zane points to Pin's stuff on the floor. "Well, yeah." Pin answers with a bold face. "I decided to finally move out of mom's and live on my own." "Yeah, now that there's an apartment available." Zippy argues. "What about Moth? Shouldn't we go get him?" "From the Fiends?" Zane questions. "He's either dead or wishing to be dead." "You want to go rescue him, go ahead." Pin proposes. "Maybe when they catch you, they'll take a liking to ya and make you their bitch." "This is bullshit." Zippy asserts himself. "You're willing to let Moth suffer and die just so you can take his apartment?" "Not only am I taking Moth's apartment, but as of now, I'm calling the shots." Pin grabs Zippy by the back of his neck and pulls him close. "Does anyone have any objections?" "No, man. I have no objections." Zippy yields. Pin releases Zippy as he sternly looks at Zane, awaiting an answer. "Hey, more power to you, buddy." Zane steps back. Pin gives the same stern look to Oxy Mo, still lying on the couch with his whiskey. "What?" Oxy Mo says. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't listening." "Okay, first thing. We get Oxy to a doctor to patch him up." Pin announces, walking to the door to the bedroom. "There's a clinic on Bradford Street that doesn't ask questions. Soon as I find him some pants to wear, we'll take him there." Pin enters what is now his bedroom and goes through the drawers of the dresser. Going through the third drawer, Pin notices Zane leaning on the door frame with a smug smile. "What?" Pin asks. "You gonna tell me what really happened with Moth?" Zane walks to Pin. "I already told you what happened." Pin contends. "The Fiends got him." "Ohhhhh, really?" Zane steps towards Pin. "You're saying you found Greenie on your way to Paige Street and she had you two chasing after her to the other side of Rutberg until you shot her dead and then SpiderBat just happens to find you and Moth for some unexplained reason before you escaped from the Fiends which after all that...you decided to move out of your mother's?" "Well, since we're going to be all honest and tell the truth, why don't you start by telling me how Jones found this place?" Pin steps to Zane. "Why you asking me?" Zane defensively asks. "I just find it odd that Jones came here right after he got away from you and Oxy." Pin grabs Zane's coat. "Did you ratted out Moth, you son of a bitch?" "Hey, you can't prove anything." Zane struggles to free himself. "Oh, I can't?" Pin questions. "How about I ask Oxy what he remembers what happened after he got shot? Did you help him right after or did he have to wait? And if I press Zippy enough, he'll probably give us the details on how soon Jones got here from Holland Park." Pin pulls Zane close. "But I'm not going to." Pin lets Zane go and calmly backs away. "It's all water under the bridge now." "Wha...? You're letting me off the hook?" A confused Zane asks. "We don't need to partake in Moth's insane quest for power now that he's out of the picture." "What do we do about Jones?" "Nothing. If that google-wearing asshole wants to get himself killed by going after Lady J, we let him. No skin off our asses." "Nothing? That fucker shoved my head in a toilet. He hit you in the ear with a pool cue." "You think I forgot that? My ear is still ringing because of him. But now we need to cut our losses, starting with the whore." "You're gonna let her go?" "Fuck, no. I'm gonna sell her." "Hey, I didn't have a turn at her yet." "Neither did I but I can't take the chance of Jones or the Unholy Riders looking for her. The sooner we get rid of her, the better." "So, how much do you think we can get from a Thai sex-slave in her forties?" "Hopefully, enough to buy a new couch." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 14 CHAPTER FOURTEEN "RIVER OF NO RETURN" Detective Garbus walks down the dock of Pier 18, trying to appear calm despite the two ninja assassins watching from the roof of the warehouse behind him. Awaiting him at the end of the dock stands Lady J, looking over the black wakes of Lake Anasazi with a cigarette while her trusted driver Mr. Bruun mounts a motorboat moored at the side of the dock, before pulling in what could only be a dead body wrapped in an old white bed sheet. Getting closer, Garbus notices Angel in her PVC harness kneeling on the wooden floor next to another naked woman in an open breast chain harness and a nun's headdress. Both with their hands bounded behind them, shivering from the cold, wearing collars with leaches attached hanging between their breasts. Turning his sight to the boat, Garbus watches Mr. Bruun wrapping a chain around the waist of the concealed corpse then wraps the other end of the chain to a cinder block. Nothing he hasn't seen before. To the Plutopolis underworld, Lake Anasazi is the popular choose to get rid of a body, dead or otherwise, to anyone who can get a boat, chains and cinder blocks without question. Garbus joins Lady J at the edge of the dock, wondering how many bodies are chained to the bottom of the lake. Then he looks back to the two naked girls, wondering if the girl with the dark chestnut brown pubic hair can give head just as good as Angel. "You're late." Lady J says without looking away from the lake. "Traffic." Garbus looks at Lady J. "You said on the phone you have that Orpheus guy. Is that who's in the boat?" "No, I'm having Mr. Jones dealt with in another matter." Lady J continues to look into the dark lake. "So, who's...?" Garbus thumbs to the boat. "No one you need to concern yourself with." Lady J calmly exclaims. "What's the latest of the situation in Little Tokyo?" "The fighting has died down with heavy casualties on both sides." Garbus informs. "In the morning, we'll be sending in S.W.A.T. teams to secure the area." "Have you told anyone about our business tonight?" Lady J questions. "Not just Little Tokyo and Jones, but about the girl as well?" "No, I know you wanted to keep thing on the down low." Garbus slightly turns his head away from Lady J. "Very good, Detective." Lady J flicks her cigarette into the lake "I knew I could count upon you to help us through this predicament." "As long as I get paid." Garbus reminds, looking back to the boat. "Why did you call me here?" "Oh, I just need some help tying up some loose ends." Lady explains. Garbus was about to face Lady J when he notices two cinder blocks near the boat. At first thought, he assumes there for the two nude girls, but there's one fact about Lake Anasazi he knows with absolute certainty. The bottom of the lake is littered with the dead bodies of snitches, rival gangsters, dead hookers who met the wrong john, city officials who took bribes from the wrong people, aging wives killed by their husbands to find a younger and more attractive spouse, even abusive husbands who raised their hand to their battered wives one time too many. But there is one particular group not serving as food for the fishes of Lake Anasazi. Beautiful women. Garbus realizes that even if someone like Lady J would kill someone to keep tonight's events under wraps, she would never send Angel and the nun to their last boat trip, especially since it would be more profitable for her to simply sell them through her contacts in the sex traffic industry. No matter how damaging the information they have, it would be of no use as they would shipped overseas to part unknown. Ruling out the two girls, Garbus conjectures that the only person on the dock to be chained to one of the cinder blocks to given a one-way trip to the underwater graveyard...is him. The loose end she mentioned. He quickly reaches for his gun to equalize the situation but as his hand is barely under his coat, the barrel of Lady J's gun is pressed against his temple, prompting him to freeze. "Fork it." Lady J reaches her hand out. Garbus slowly removes his gun from its holster and places it in Lady J's hand. "Why are you doing this?" Garbus asks. "You know I'm not going to say anything. I have much to lose as you do if those Japs or the bikers find out about my part, our part in all this." "If you only knew what is really at stake here. What this is all about." Lady J circles around Garbus to his front with her gun aimed at his head. "What the fuck are you getting at?" A confused and agitated Garbus questions. "I'm sorry, Detective, but I don't have the time to tell you the whole story and if I did, I'm not sure how you would take it." Lady J says. "Wait, just wait a minute." Gargus pleads. "There's something you need to know." "Fine." Lady J agrees with an annoyed sigh. "What is it?" Gargus takes a several quick deep breaths before giving his statement. "You are..." BANG!!! A small trail of blood flows in the air from the bullet hole in Gargus's forehead as he clumsily falls backwards. Sister Felicity screams the second he hits the dock floor. "Quiet." Lady J command, pointing her gun to the nun. The screaming stops, replaced by sniveling from fear and the cold. Angel was just as shocked but manages to keep her mouth, staring at the dead body of the detective she gave a blow job only hours ago. "Is this why you brought us here? To get rid of us along with Garbus and Cici?" Angel defiantly questions. "One of those blocks must be for him, is the other block for just one of us or is the sister and I gonna share?" Lady J lowers her gun as she approaches, looking down on her naked slaves with her usual sinister smile and squats downs to close to them. "It's me, isn't it?" Sister Felicity asks. "Because of what I know." "And what would you know that would be a treat to me, Sister?" Lady J asks, still smiling. "Our prostitution operation in St. Vincent's? I don't think I'm going to lose any sleep for that." "No," Sister Felicity corrects. "because of what I know of what happened at Kane Hill..." The nun's statement is ceased with Lady J's free hand swiftly grabbing her mouth, digging her nails into her face. Lady J looks at the nun with an intense expression. "I should kill you for setting Jones free." Lady J aims her gun at the nun's face. "But not now, I'm enjoying having a nun as a sex slave too much. So I won't kill you. Not now." Lady J moves her from Sister Felicity and aims it at Angel. "And as for you, it would have been so easy for me if I just killed you on the spot when Moth returned you to me." Lady J lowers her gun as she brushes the back of her fingers against Angel's cheek. "But I have to admit, I haven't had this much fun since you left." Lady J's fingers slides down from Angel's face to her neck, continuing down to nestle one of her breasts. "And you did promise me complete loyalty in exchange for Orpheus's life, right?" Lady J withdraws her hand and conceals her gun under her jacket as the smile slowly returns. "Yes, Mistress. I haven't forgotten." Angel humbly says. "But you did forget the part about no questions." Lady J firmly reminds. "I'm sorry, Mistress." Angel apologizes. "I saw the two cinder blocks and assumed the worst." "To be clear, I'm using both cinder blocks for the detective." Lady J explains. "Given the man's gastric history, I don't want to take any chance of him floating up." Lady J glides the tip of her finger across Angel's slightly parted lips. "Now, I should punish you by throwing you into the water and make you swim to shore, but you would probably drown or your electro butt plug will short circuit and electrocute you, so I will be kind and let it go with a warning." "Thank you, Mistress. I promise to do better." Angel smiles at her mistress for her benevolence, but worries as she instinctively knows that it will end in the most malevolent way. "You see, Sister?" Lady J looks to Sister Felicity. "A perfect example of a slave's gratitude." The backhand of Lady J strikes across Sister Felicity's face fast and hard, knocking from her kneeling position and falls to her side on the dock floor. Although she was partly right about her prediction, it was no comfort to Angel as she witnesses her malicious and sadistic mistress standing up to unleash her wrath on the slave-nun. Blood begins to run down from Sister Felicity's mouth. "Where was your gratitude when I decided not to kill you, you ungrateful bitch?" Lady J grabs Sister Felicity's collar to pull her up on her feet. "I'm not your slave." Sister Felicity defies. "I'm a nun, I belong to the church..." Sister Felicity is slapped across the face again by Lady J. "You think because you're a fucking nun, you're somehow above the rest of us?" Lady J grabs the nun's wimple and tears it off from her head, letting her dark chestnut brown hair fall over her back. Sister Felicity helplessly watches her wimple, the last remnant of her nunhood, flung aside to the lake before being forced down to her knees. Lady J grabs her dark brown to force her to look up to her mistress. "Your days as a nun are over." Lady J states. "I am the one you will worship from now on. I am the one you will get on your knees and pray for my love and mercy." Lady J pulls her latex skirt to expose her pussy, inches away from the ex-nun's face. "This is the temple you will serve." Angel watches Felicity struggle to free herself from Lady J's grip as Mr. Bruun drags Garbus's corpse to the boat. Her mistress manages to force Felicity's face between her thighs. "Remember, Mr. Bruun, use both cinder blocks." Lady J instructs. "And take your time when you're out there. "I'll keep myself entertained while I wait for you." Lady J closes her eyes and the enforced cunnilingus begins. "Another thing, Mr. Bruun. To be safe, where you're done with the boat, burn it." Angel remains silent as she observes her latex wearing mistress receiving oral sex from a former nun-turned-sex slave while Mr. Bruun wraps a chain around the legs of the deceased detective. Angel suddenly looks behind her on the instinct of someone there but only sees the edge of the dock and the dark waters of the lake. Angel shivers more than before but is thankful to Lady J from not having her swim in the cold waters, dismissing what she felt to be nothing but her mind playing tricks on her. Angel resets her sights back to Lady J and Felicity. She hopes that her mistress will honor she end of their agreement to send Orpheus away. She can't help but doubt Lady J's sincerity, but what choice does she have? Unbeknown to Angel or anyone else on the dock, the Twin Swans of Death have been covertly monitoring the whole incident through the wooden boards from climbing underneath the dock with hand claws and foot spikes. They found it amusing when they witnessed Lady J kill Garbus without any hesitation or remorse, which saved them from killing the crooked cop themselves. "Soon," one of the Swans whispers. "we will have our vengeance." ****** "Everyone to your rooms, girls." Father Milton announces as he walks down the hall of his church. After Lady J left with Sister Felicity, business soon picked up with the Willowbrook volunteers for the rest of the night until closing time, at which the schoolgirls are returned to Willowbrook Academy. The routine was for all the girls to stand by the door of their assigned rooms for head count before being sent away. Winter and Cherry hurry to their rooms as does the other eight volunteers. The only two rooms unattended are of Cupcake's and Mitsou's. The girls know Cupcake's absent due to her wrongdoings against the church, including her possible involvement of setting Orpheus Jones free. As for Mitsou's absence, the girls know Father Milton would use this time to take one of the volunteers to his office for spiritual counselling where the girl would kneel in front of the priest to pray to the almighty before engaging in oral sex or anal sex. Either way, it would end before their ride arrives. Usually Father Milton would select the black-skinned beauty Winter or Holly, the rainbow sock-wearing brunette (as a replacement to Kelly before being sent to the Doll Factory), but it seems to the girls to he decided to try someone new tonight. Which is fine with Winter and Holly. "The van will be here in half-an-hour. As before, you will all stay quietly in your room until then." Father Milton continues to the end of the hall. "I suggest you use this time to study. I believe some of you have a calculous test in the morning." Father Milton stops to watch all the girls enter their rooms and close the door until he is the only one in the hall. Leaving the hallway that leads him to the nave where he journeys pass on his way to his office, contemplating of his session with Mitsou. Instead of the usual pointless praying, the priest plans to discuss her encounter with Orpheus and her not-that-settle-way to shift any blame to Cupcake, indirectly resulting in the humiliation of Sister Felicity at the hands of Lady J, which could lead him to use the paddle on Mitsou as punishment before jamming his hard cock up her ass. The priest has a full hard-on by the time he gets to the door of his office. It wasn't until he enters the office when he sees Mitsou tied to his old leather swivel chair by rope with her tie wrapped around her mouth as a gag, wearing only her pink strapless bra and her pink Hi Pussy panties. "Mitsou!" The shocked Father exclaims. Mitsou's eyes suddenly grows wide with terror as she tries to yell though her gag but the words come out garbled and unintelligible. "What...?" Father Milton still not moving. "I think what she's trying to say is," A harsh voice behind the priest says. "'Behind you'." Father Milton quickly steps away as he turns around and sees SpiderBat shutting the door. The priest reaches for his gun as the super-vigilante approaches him. "Don't." SpiderBat warns. Father Milton ignores the warning as he raises his gun to the masked intruder, who proves to be faster than the armed priest thought as he feels a fist plunge into his stomach. SpiderBat grabs the gun from the priest's hand as the priest fall to the floor. Father Milton tries to resume his breathing as he crawls backward and leans against his desk. He watches SpiderBat easily tosses the gun into the waste basket near the desk without touching the rim before walking to him. The super-vigilante squats down to be face-to-face with the frightened father. "I'm looking for a friend of mine." SpiderBat says. "Maybe you've seen him around." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 15 CHAPTER FIFTEEN "MIND FUCK" Less than an hour ago... Orpheus finds himself lying face down on asphalt when he opens his eyes from what felt like a brief nap. With his free hands, he pushes himself up to survey his surroundings, which is a two lane city street he doesn't recognize. He discovers the van turned over on its passenger side from either an accident or an attack. Orpheus looks over the area again as he stands up and sees no one concerned citizens coming to offer aid or call for help or even indifferent passersby just watching. Just himself, alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood. "Where do you think you're going?" Orpheus looks to the overturned van and sees Huntrix, bloodied and bruised, striding toward him with her whip in hand "You're coming with me, Jones." Huntrix yells. "Dead or alive." Huntrix swings her whip above her head several times before she snaps it to Orpheus. Orpheus barely has time to guard himself from the receiving end of the whip, watching it get close enough to strike him or snare him. But before either could happen, the whip is intercepted and grabbed by an all too familiar gloved hand. To his surprise and joyous relief, Orpheus follows the arm to his masked crime fighting friend SpiderBat. "Run." SpiderBat says. "I got this." A strong yank on the whip from SpiderBat causes Huntrix to stumble forward, giving him the chance to charge at her and strike her across the jaw with a punch to knock her to the pavement. Huntrix is able to prevent herself from collapsing and regains her footing, dodging another punch from SpiderBat and sends a punch of her own to his goggled face. Orpheus slowly backs away as the punches from the bounty hunter and the super-vigilante increases. He turns and runs from the brawling pair, now kicking and dodging. He turns a corner at the end of the block and dashes down the middle of this unknown street. Orpheus scans the vicinity for an alley or a fire escape, something that would take him to the rooftops, which could help him locate himself to whatever part to the city he's at. But the buildings here are too close together and there are no fire escapes or any other features he would usually find to climb. Orpheus suddenly stops at a man in a coat standing in his path. This man who came from nowhere is in his fifties with a slender build and brown-gray hair in a ponytail and a goatee, the long coat he wears is black, not leather or latex but made from fabric, maybe polyester. "Where are you, Orpheus?" the strange man asks. "I don't know." Orpheus anxiously answers. Orpheus looks around to find a street sign but can't find any or any other kinds of signs. No signs of businesses or residence, no advertisements on billboards or bus stop benches, no pasted posters or flyers, not even any graffiti. "What are you running to, Orpheus." The man in the black coat asks. "I'm...looking for Angel." Orpheus answers. The ponytailed man holds out Orpheus's google. "Then run, Orpheus. Run until you find her." Orpheus takes the goggles and slips them over his eyes, running pass the man in the black coat with a sudden burst of energy. He runs through several blocks, finding no distinct indications of where he is. Except for the swimming pool across the lane in front of him. Orpheus slows down as he approaches the wide rectangular pool, which belongs to the motel that was somehow built too close to the street. To add to Orpheus's confusion, the structure of the two-story motel appears similar to the Lakeside Motel. Close enough to inspect the pool, Orpheus spots someone swimming close to the bottom. Peering through the clear waters, he makes out the swimmer to be a woman with long blond hair, slender build, maybe has a nice ass. The pool-nymph reminds Orpheus of London from Mariner Park. He patiently waits for her to come up for air to see if it truly is the mother of his ex-girlfriend but the waiting takes longer than expected when the mystery skinny-dipper has yet to rise to the surface. Getting tired of waiting, Orpheus walks pass the pool to the motel for a closer examination. He crosses the parking lot of the all-too-familiar motel when he hears moaning of a woman and heavy breathing of a man from an open window of the first room he passes. The next room had an open window with the door halfway opened where Orpheus can see naked bodies jumping on the bed with the sounds of a man and a woman having sex. The room after that has its door closed as well as the window, but through the door, Orpheus can hear the sex-filled screams of a woman having what must be some fantastic sex and the grunting from two men. Orpheus moves away from the rooms to avoid being spotted and be accused of being a voyeur, crossing over the parking spots. Three spots over, a red 1965 Ford Fairlane is rocking side to side. Orpheus could see movement inside the car but nothing else since the windows are covered in condensation. Orpheus walks around the classic blue car when he discovers he's not the only person in the lot when he sees the backside of a woman with blond hair wearing a blue maid's uniform walking up a stairway leading to the second floor. "Angel!" Orpheus yells. The maid doesn't look back, ascending the steps. By the time Orpheus runs to the stairway, the maid is surprisingly already at the second floor, he keeps his eyes on her as he runs up, watching her ascend another flight of stairs. Orpheus follows her up the second stairs leading him to the pebble-covered rooftop. Orpheus finds the maid just standing near the middle of the roof still facing away, he cautiously walks to her. Wait. What if it's not her? Orpheus asks himself. What if she just another maid with the same hair as Angel's? He stops a few feet from the maid as he pulls his goggles down over his neck, wondering on how he can be certain. It's not like he can just ask someone who might be a stranger to show him her bare back or ask if she has any tattoos. His anxiety rises, he doesn't know if he can take any more frustration. All the constant danger, the fights, the running, the people trying to catch him, arrest him or kill him, all he's been through find the woman he loves could all be for nothing after simply chasing after the wrong woman. Orpheus's heart stops as the maid slowly turns around. Despite the trepidation, he feels the one iota of hope, but that could shatter in a second. A second that feels like forever. But hope is instantly restored as Orpheus sets his eyes to the beautiful smiling face of Angel. "Angel!" A joyous Orpheus bellows, rushing to her to hug and kiss her. "Where did you go?" Angel asks. "We were supposed to meet at the diner after work." "Where did I go?" Orpheus repeats, keeping Angel in his embrace. "I've been looking all over Plutopolis for you." "Plutopolis?" A confused Angel asks. "Orpheus, I never left Lakeside." Angel steps back from her lover's arms. "I never left you." Angel unbuttons her uniform. "But the things I found out about you in Plutopolis." Orpheus affirms. "You being a stripper at the Blue Shadow, your stay at the Carmen, St. Vincent's." "Of course, I told you all that. I don't want any secrets between us." Angel opens her blouse, revealing her bare breasts. As if by magic or special effects, the uniform slips away from Angel's body and flies off in the wind, leaving Angel completely naked, stepping back to Orpheus to embrace him again and kiss him. "Make love to me, Orpheus." Angel invites. "Make love to me for the rest of the night and every night after that." As fast as Angel's disrobing, Orpheus's discarded clothes fly off in the wind with him wearing only his goggles around his neck. Angel jumps and wraps her legs around Orpheus's waist. Miraculously, Orpheus's erected penis finds and inserts itself into Angel's vagina, the pelvic motions of both lovers follows. With his hands holding Angel's ass, Orpheus carries her to a queen-size bed a few feet away from them. Near the bed, Angel leans back to pull the green floral comforter and the other blankets aside. Orpheus kneels on the mattress before Angel leans back again to rest her shoulders on the bed. "I love you, Angel." Orpheus says. "I know you wouldn't do all this if you didn't." Angel replies. "But I like hearing you tell me all the same." Orpheus leans over Angel to kiss her before Angel rolls him on to his back without breaking the intercourse. Angel hastens her hips and arches her back to take more of her lover's cock while Orpheus slides his hands up and down on the naked cowgirl's hips and upper thighs, gazing upon her bouncing boobs while clouds of orange, purple and dark blue swirls high above her in a black starless sky. Unsettled by the upwards view, Orpheus sits up, kissing Angel's neck, lightly fondling her breasts. Angel lifts herself off Orpheus and crawls to the headboard of the bed, where she looks behind her and gives a smile to her lover as she spreads her thighs, inviting him to take her from behind. Accepting this invitation, Orpheus crawls over to Angel's ass, securing his hands on Angel's hips, slapping against her ass, making Angel moan with each thunderous thrust. Orpheus reaches over the tattooed wings on Angel's back to admire his handiwork. To his surprise, the ink on the skin begins to...rise. Angel's moans of pleasure becomes moans of pain as something under the flesh of her upper back tries to pull itself free. Suddenly, two bone-like objects tears through the skin from the shoulder blades, her moans becomes a scream. Orpheus jumps back from his lover, landing on his ass at the foot of the bed. He watches with amazement at Angel standing up on the mattress as her two new appendages grow into majestically wide shimmering white wings. The wings start to flap as Angel launches herself off the headboard and flies off into the strange dark sky. "Angel, wait!" Orpheus yells, getting on his feet to run across the bed. Jumping off from the headboard, Orpheus is airborne as he reaches for Angel, who is already too far away. Orpheus keeps his eyes on the winged Angel, going further away, ascending higher to the eerie swirling sky as he descends to the parking lot below him. Orpheus closes his eyes as he prepares for his death, hoping it won't be a bloody one. SPLASH!!! Instead of impacting on the asphalt, Orpheus is submerged in water. Immediately swimming up to the surface, Orpheus rationalizes that after his incredibly stupid pursuit of Angel had him fall off the roof of the motel, he was incredibly lucky to have fallen in the motel's pool. Finally, making it to the surface, Orpheus swims to the edge of the pool...if he can find it first. Somehow the pool seems wider than before, like a city block wide. With no end in sight, Orpheus swims in the hope to eventually find an end to the pool, but what feels like an hour, his arms begins to tire until they couldn't swim anymore. Along with his strength, Orpheus feels his luck fading as well, going from a messy death at the parking lot of a sleazy motel to drowning. Unable to so much as tread water, his head lowers into the never-ending waters. Sinking further down, he exhales his last breath, waiting for his end to finally come. Suddenly, Orpheus feels hands grabbing under his shoulders and pulling him up back to the surface, back to air. He's unable to see his rescuer as he is pulled face up to breath. Orpheus shuts his eyes to avoid staring at the sky, concentrating on breathing. Sooner, Orpheus is pulled to a shore of wet sand, lying with his back on whoever saved him. Orpheus only has enough of his strength back to lift himself off but not enough to stand, so he rolls himself over to see the face of his hero. On his hands and knees, Orpheus is surprised to see London, lying under him naked and wet. "London, what are you doing here?" Orpheus asks. "You swan too far." London smiles. "I had to pull you out." "No, I mean...you're not supposed to be here." Orpheus tries to deal with his confusion. "Where am I supposed to be? Back at Mariner Park?" London is quickly offended. "I thought you loved me, Orpheus. I thought you wanted me to leave with you." "I did love you," Orpheus assures. "but.." "Then fuck me." London demands. London pulls Orpheus down on her body, her mouth connects with his, their tongue intertwine. With his strength and vitality inexplicably fully restored, Orpheus is caught up in the passion as he feels his hard cock penetrating the sugar walls of the milf from Mariner Park. "Oh, fuck me, Orpheus." London coos, grabbing her young lover's ass. "I've always wanted to have sex on the beach. Feeling the hot sun on my naked body, feeling the wet sand beneath me, hearing the waves splash while getting fucked by my dream stud muffin." "Sun?" Orpheus questions, certain that it's the middle of the night. "Didn't you already tell me this?" "Yes, I did." London recalls, her smile grows wider. "It was after we had sex...in Julie's room. Do you remember that night, Orpheus? I had such an orgasm." "I know, so did I." Orpheus states, going faster. "I leaned over to nuzzle your neck because I didn't like looking at those posters of Julie's favorite boy bands. What did you whisper in my ear when I was about to come?" "I said 'Fuck me, honey'." London pulls Orpheus's head to her neck and softly says in his ear. "'Show me what Julie's missing'." London wraps her legs around Orpheus as the penis in her pistons faster and harder. "You came in me so hard, I was worried I'd get pregnant." Orpheus lifts his head to give another open-mouth kiss to London when he spots something at a short distance from the sandy shore of the curiously wide pool. Topaz and Superstar dancing around a small campfire. "No, don't go over there, honey." London pleads, tightening her hold on Orpheus. "Stay with me so we can fuck like we did." London franticly kisses Orpheus's neck. "Show me what Angel's missing." The mention of Angel's name snaps Orpheus back to his objectives. "No, I can't do this." Orpheus pulls himself off London's body to stand. "No, don't leave me, Orpheus." London begs, reaching out. "I love you, you love me." "I'm sorry, London, but you know you can't be with me." Orpheus states. Orpheus backs away, watching London slowly sliding towards the waves, go further into the water. "Please, Orpheus! If you ever loved me, you won't abandon me!" London calls out as the water rises up to her breasts. "DON'T LEAVE ME IN MARINER PARK!!!" Orpheus looks away from London before the water consumes her entirely. "I'm sorry." Orpheus shamefully apologizes. Walking to the campfire, Orpheus observes Topaz rhythmically swaying her hips in her red lace thong and her short fur coat. Dancing with her on the opposite side of the campfire is Superstar Nova in her yellow stringed bikini bottom, her red high-heels and her red cape. The music they dance to is being played from an old ghetto blaster near them, but Orpheus couldn't identify the unusual song, which vaguely sounds like 'The Other Side' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers played backward or sung in German. Or maybe both. "So, you're back." Topaz smiles, walking to Orpheus. "Just in time. Superstar is gonna give us a lap dance." "And maybe even a threeway." Superstar adds, walking around the campfire to Orpheus. "I can't have a threeway with you right now, Topaz." Orpheus says. "I still have to find Angel." "Of course, you can." Topaz gets on her knees in front of Orpheus. "With your girlfriend flying around, you'll just have to wait until she decides to come back down to Earth." Topaz looks up to Orpheus, gently wrapping her fingers around his erected shaft. "So until then, you might as well have some fun with us." Topaz slowly takes Orpheus's entire cock in her mouth, stops to have her tongue massage the underneath and pulls back even slower until the tip of her tongue meets the tip of the cock, playing with it before taking it all again. Superstar moves next to Orpheus so he can watch her pull down her bikini bottom, leaving it on the ground as she steps closer and wraps her arm around Orpheus's waist. "I can help you find Angel, handsome." Superstar states. "I've heard that one before." Orpheus looks at Superstar. "I don't trust you, Superstar. You'd sell out anyone to anyone with money." "But you can trust me." Superstar assures. "I'll take right to her when we're done with our foursome." "Foursome? When did this became a foursome?" A confuse Orpheus questions. "It became a foursome when you joined in." Superstar informs. "Before that, there was just the three of us." "So who else is...?" Orpheus's question is suddenly ceased. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRL?!" Orpheus shifts his sight in front of him and sees an enraged Matilda standing a few feet away from him. She wears the black jacket, white shirt and black tie of a Nazi SS uniform with a black peaked cap and swastika arm band, but instead of wearing trousers or a skirt, she only wears black silk stay-up stockings with black high-heeled shoes and no panties, showing the swastika tattoo on her pubis. "How did I miss her?" Orpheus asks, still confused. "Get that disgusting thing out of her mouth!" Matilda marches forward, raising a Luger pistol in her metallic hand at Orpheus. "Tilly, no!" Topaz pleads after pulling her mouth free. Still on her knees, Topaz turns herself around to face Matilda, who stops in front of her dark chocolate-skinned lover. "Don't call me that." Matilda asserts to Topaz, keeping her sight and her gun on Orpheus. "You're not my girlfriend." "Then why are we having sex?" Topaz questions. "We're not having sex, not the way you think." Matilda tries to correct. "I'm raping you. I've been raping you this whole time." "Have you?" Topaz disbelieves. "You must be glad that I've made it so easy for you by agreeing to rendezvous at the motel so you can 'rape' me?" Topaz reaches for Matilda's hips. "I always thought with you ripping off my clothes the second I walk in, throwing me on the bed so I could eat your pussy while you ate mine, we were just having sex." "You don't get it, you stupid whore." Matilda scowls down on Topaz. "I'm a Steelhead, a Nazi, a pure white Aryan woman of the master race. You are just some..." Matilda's grandiose speech is interrupted by Topaz's mouth against her cunt. Orpheus watches the Steelhead instantly get lost in the heat rising between her thighs, closing her eyes with the Luger slipping out of her hand. "Since we're not going to have that foursome, we should get out of here while she's distracted." Superstar suggests, still holding on to Orpheus. "No, I can't leave Topaz." Orpheus objects. "But I can take you to Angel." Superstar insists. "But you can't." Orpheus argues. "Angel has wings now and can fly." "Not a problem." Superstar smiles. Suddenly, Orpheus finds himself and Superstar soaring up to the sky, shocked and amazed, he tries to steady himself so not to slip from the caped stripper's hold, pulling his goggles over his eyes. "Holy shit, you can fly?!" Orpheus yells through the wind. "Obviously." Superstar answers. "I can also track Angel down by following the scent of her hair." Orpheus looks down below him and gazes at the shining lights of Plutopolis. Never before had he ever seen his city this high, even if he could climb the top of the Prometheus Building, the view wouldn't be this spectacular. As Superstar flies lower, the city lights grows brighter and brighter, nearly blinding Orpheus. Soon, Orpheus's vision returns as the lights get less intense and sees himself flying between the building with his back to the ground below, above him, he's see Superstar's grinning face. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 15 "I always wanted to join the mile-high club," Superstar says. "but I always thought I had to be in a plane for that." Superstar's cape flutters in the wind from arching her back as she humps on Orpheus's cock. Wanting to avoid looking at the sky, Orpheus's only option is to lower his head to see what's in front of him. Like the huge high-rise building the skyward sex partners are flying to. "STOP!!!" Orpheus yells to Superstar. "Superstar, stop! We're heading to that big ass building!" Superstar is oblivious to Orpheus's warning, continuing riding his cock with her eyes shut. Orpheus grabs her wrists to pull himself from Superstar's hold, fortunately for him, even though the cape-wearing stripper possesses the power of flight and enhanced smell, she doesn't have the superhuman strength to keep her goggle-wearing sex partner in her grip, freeing him to fall to the rooftop of a lower building. Orpheus does an acrobatic somersault so his feet are the first on the roof to perform a landing roll and spring to his feet. He pulls down his goggles to witness Superstar make a loud crash into the high-rise, leaving behind a dusty gaping hole. To his luck, he finds a fire escape ladder and climbs down to the street below. On the sidewalk, Orpheus is surprised again as the strange man in the black coat stands in front of him. "So how's your progress, Orpheus?" He asks. "In finding Angel I mean." "I'm getting close." Orpheus answers. "Superstar tracked her here, so she must be near." "Before she flew into that building you mean?" The stranger questions. "Do you think you'll get to her before it's too late?" "Too late?" Orpheus asks. "What do you mean? What's going to happen?" The stranger says nothing, just smiles. The sudden sound of laughter causes Orpheus to look to the street, where Moth stands in the middle of the nearest lane with his hands behind his back and a smug grin on his face. "Hey, Orph." Moth tauntingly greets. "Thought you lost me, didn't you?" "I don't have the time or the need to deal with your bullshit, Moth." Orpheus boldly says, walking to Moth. "So you better just back off before you get your ass kicked again." "You better be nice to me, asshole." Moth still grins. "Because I found Angel." Orpheus stops after stepping off the sidewalk, immediately dreading Moth's next action. Moth moves his hands from behind, holding in each hand a severed wing, like the wings Angel had. Orpheus is utterly shocked, seeing drops of blood fall from the severed ends of the wings. "I've been a bad boy." Moth says with evil pride, grinning wider. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Orpheus yells with absolute and unconstrained rage, rushing to Moth. Orpheus leaps onto Moth, forcing him down to the pavement. His fist punches Moth's face continuously. Then both fists are used, fueled by furious anger. Blood starts to spatter. Then teeth starts to fly. More blood spatters. Finally Orpheus stops pummeling on his hated enemy, standing up with his fists stained with blood, leaving Moth's head as a bloody pulp with standing hair. "Is he dead?" The stranger asks, standing next to Orpheus's left. "If he's not, he'll be wishing he is." Orpheus answers, trying to calm himself down. "And if he is, you can't find Angel now." The stranger states. "Or me for that matter." Magga says, standing on Orpheus's right. Orpheus sees Magga in her tight-fitting, tiger-print, strapless mini-dress, the same dress she wore when he first met his uncle's wife. What a Thanksgiving dinner that was. He also notices the displeased look on her face. "I was trying to save you too, Magga." Orpheus explains. "Yes, after you caused all this." Magga points behind her. Looking pass Magga, Orpheus sees the Primal Instinct tattoo parlor heavily engulfed in flames. Guilt and despair slowly sets in for Orpheus, stepping to the fires. He spots someone walking through where the front door was. It's Rembrandt, covered in flames. "How could you let this happen to us?" Rembrandt yells. "You were like a son to me! I let you fuck my wife!" "I'm sorry, Uncle Rembrandt." Orpheus loudly apologizes. "I didn't think they'd come after you." The flames grows more with every step Rembrandt takes until he's a few feet from his nephew and all that remains is a standing mass of smoking ash. Orpheus looks away from the burning building out of shame, only to see Gemini standing in front of him. Her clothes on her entire right side burnt with the right side of her face covered in the same smoking ash and the blond half of her hair singed down to nothing. "The Unholy Riders are gone." Gemini exclaims with grief. "They're all dead, rotting in Little Tokyo." Gemini struggles to lift her right arm up to point at Orpheus. "And it's all your fault, Orpheus Jones. I lost my friends, I lost my lover, because you couldn't get to Sensei Xhan in time." "I did all I could." Orpheus defends himself. "Xhan was already dead when I got there." "I didn't come here to hear your excuses, Orpheus." Gemini lowers her right arm, lifting the gun in her left hand. "I'm here to kill you. All this started with you coming back to Plutopolis and it's gonna end with you dead." The blade of a katana sword swiftly slices perfectly down the middle from Gemini's head to her crouch. The left half of Gemini falls on its side while the right side crumbles into ash. The Swan of Death takes a step to stand between the halves of the last of the Unholy Riders. "Little Tokyo burns to the ground as an indirect result of your recklessness, and as the biker bitch said, your death will avenge the deaths you caused." The sole Swan approaches Orpheus as she mitotically splits into two Swans. "But the honor of killing you rightfully belongs to us." Both Swans creepily says simultaneously. In the slim-but-not-likely chance to escape, Orpheus turns to run from the double ninja assassins but only gets a few steps before he stops in front of a massive crowd of people taking up the entire street, heading towards him. The crowd consists of the now-homeless refugees of Little Tokyo, walking alongside with the dead, but somehow still walking, Unholy Riders. All of them glaring at Orpheus with hate. Instead of running from the vengeful mob, Orpheus sprints directly at them and leaps unbelievably above the first row of the mob. His foot lands on the top of the head of an LT refugee where he springs himself for his other foot to land the shoulder of an undead UR biker. After stepping on the sixth head, Orpheus is amazed that he's successfully running on the heads and shoulders of the angry mob, or crowd-running, a step up to crowd-surfing. He runs through what feels like half a mile of heads when he sees the end of the mob and an el-train on the surprisingly low elevated rail. The crowd-running free-runner lands both feet of the separate shoulders of two separate men to perform another spectacular leap through the open door of the el-train, perfectly landing on his feet as the platform screen door slides shut and the train moves. Orpheus rests on a pole, looking around the el-train car for any other passengers, hoping one with a long coat he can borrow. The only people he sees is Lin-Ling, lying on her back across a bench seat with a red sheer sheet covering her nude body from the shoulders down, sleeping peacefully and Soo leaning back on the bench seat across from Lin-Ling, wearing only her red satin thong and black pumps, watching over the blond Asian. "Did you find Magga?" Soo asks, keeping her eyes on Lin-Ling. "Yeah, but I lost her." Orpheus answers, walking to Soo. Soo pulls her thong down her legs and places it next to her before standing up and walking from Orpheus to the hot tub at the end of the train car. Magga kneels against the edge of the tub looking at Orpheus. With her in the tub are two naked Japanese girls standing behind her, massaging her shoulders. Soo kicks off her pump and steps in the hot tub. Orpheus approaches the hot tub to join the four Asian beauties, but each one of them simultaneously holds out an open palm to him, gesturing him to stop, which he complies. "You let me down, Orpheus." Magga says. "You let Rembrandt down, you let the Unholy Riders down, you let the Iron Dragons down. All because of a girl." "Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to apologize for something that not my fault?" Orpheus questions. "It was Moth who killed your husband and started the war." "But it was you Moth was looking for." Magga contradicts. "Well, Moth's dead now, so you don't have to worry about him anymore." Orpheus assures. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Magga asks. "My husband is still dead, my home is still destroyed. I have no one and nowhere to go to." The train briefly screeches as it slows down to stop, the platform door near Orpheus slides open. "There's nothing you can do for us, Orpheus." Soo states. "So go look for your girlfriend and leave us alone." "I'll make this up to you, I promise." Orpheus looks to Magga as he walks to the door. He keeps watch on Magga as she move to Soo and starts kissing her neck, just as the train's door slides shut and moves on. Orpheus looks ahead of him to find an el-train map to determine what platform in the city he's on but discovers he's not on any el-train platform...but in the lounge of the Blue Shadow. The el-train directly took me to a strip club? Orpheus asks himself. Why didn't I know of this? Most of the patrons of the strip club were seated or leaning against the walls, not noticing Orpheus or his nakedness, but focused on the two strippers on the stage. Orpheus instantly recognizes one of them is Cupcake elegantly dancing around a brass pole at Annie Lennox's 'Why', wearing a white leather corset dress with white stiletto heels, costume angel wings and a tinsel halo headband. At the pole at the other end of the stage is Mitsou in a tight-fitting, red bustier romper with a devil's tail, matching leggings, red stiletto heels and a devil horns headband, wildly twerking her ass to Warrant's 'Cherry Pie'. With the area around the stage less crowded than his last visit, Orpheus walks to the stage for a closer look. Both Cupcake and Mitsou stop dancing when they spot Orpheus near them. "Orpheus Jones." Cupcake calls out. The music abruptly stops, for some reason none of the customers make a sound. A bright spotlight above the stage shines on Orpheus, making him feel like the center of attention. He shields his eyes from the brilliant light but is only able to see the angelic Cupcake and the devilish Mitsou already in front of him. "Why do you keep coming here, Orpheus?" Mitsou questions. "You know your girlfriend doesn't work here anymore." "The...train dropped me off here." Orpheus tries to explain, but not sure if he did. "Why are you here, Cupcake?" "Because of you, I lost my scholarship and I can't go back to Willowbrook." Cupcake surly states. "It was either this or the Doll Factory." "I'm still going to Willowbrook." Mitsou interjects with a smile. "This is my afterschool job." "Most girls your age would work at Mojo's or F-All Mart, but working at a sleazy strip joint like this suits you." Orpheus semi-sincerely says to Mitsou. "Thank you." Mitsou smiles as she takes Orpheus's hand. "How about a private dance?" "No, he should be searching for Angel." Cupcake objects, taking Orpheus's other hand. The spotlight on Orpheus is off, giving Orpheus the chance to scan his surroundings. But instead of standing on the stage, he's already in the same private room he was in earlier with Superstar. Cupcake and Mitsou guides him to sit down and the two begin dancing. Cupcake is already out of her dress, wearing the costume wings and the halo and a white lace thong. Her pink hair falls over her exposed breasts, covering them perfectly. Mitsou is completely out of her romper, wearing the devil horns, a glittering red bra with matching thong and the tail. Mitsou is first to mount the seating and slinks to Orpheus's left side, Cupcake follows and does the same on Orpheus's right side. Mitsou slides her hands up Orpheus's inner thigh, to his chest and down below his stomach while Cupcake circles her fingers on his chest, kissing his shoulder up to his neck. "Shouldn't you be out there, looking for the woman you love?" Cupcake inquires in Orpheus's ear. "You've been running all night." Mitsou interjects in Orpheus's other ear. "Take a break. Stop and smell the roses." "Remember the time you both spend together." Cupcake reminds. "It was the most memorable summer of your life." "Remember that she left you without so much as a 'Dear Orpheus' letter." Mitsou disputes. "Yes, but instead of giving up, you went after her to know why she left." Cupcake reasons. "Maybe you should give up." Mitsou suggests. "She was a good piece of tail but you have to admit the sex was beginning to get dull. Just forget her and move on to the next skank you meet." "Relationships are not just about sex." Cupcake affirms. "It's about commitment, about caring..." "Bitch, please." Mitsou interrupts. "He cares as much about her as the johns at St. Vincent's care about us." "Hey, that's not true." Orpheus includes himself in the discussion. "I love Angel. I wouldn't go through all this if I didn't." "'All this'." Mitsou repeats. "For a girl you don't really know." "Hey, that's right." Cupcake agrees. "What do you really know about Angel?" "Other than she likes to be on top and doesn't like anal?" Mitsou inquires. "Tell me, Orpheus, have you been faithful to Angel?" Cupcake asks. "What do you mean faithful?" Orpheus asks. "She means have you been screwing other girls during your adventures." Mitsou brusquely clarifies. "I know what happened with Topaz and Superstar." Cupcake states. "Okay, I had some shower sex with Topaz, but she and I are friends." Orpheus justifies, looking to Cupcake. "And the blow job she gave you later on?" "Oh, come on. I was tied to a chair and forced to watch her have sex with another woman. And I never had sex with Superstar, unless you think that private dance she gave me counts." "What about you two in the shower together?" "We didn't have sex in the shower. She wanted to but I got out." "What about you and Mitsou?" "I never had sex with Mitsou. I want to check her ID first before I can even think about it." "No, I mean about you fucking Mitsou right now." Orpheus shifts his sight to Mitsou, kneeling over his lap, straddling on his cock like a cowgirl. "Wait, when did this...?" Orpheus asks, surprised and confused as he notices the real-looking horns on the top of Mitsou's forehead and the fiery red glow of her eyes. "Come on, Orpheus, honey." Mitsou hollers as her bubbly voice becomes eerily deep and unnervingly harsh. "Give this devil her due." Orpheus screams, pushing the emerging demon stripper off his lap, letting her fall on the floor. He jumps off his seat and makes a mad dash to the curtain-covered exit. "You're wasting your time!" The demon Mitsou yells. "She'll never come back to you!" Orpheus pushes the curtain aside, expecting to enter the lounge area of the Blue Shadow but is surprised again to be in a familiar office on Market Street. Stuart Nerlinger's office. Aasha Mirza sits on the side of the desk casually speaking on the phone in a white sheer babydoll with a ruffle trim top and matching g-string. At the corner of the office near Aasha, Yolanda Alvarez does a practice putt with a golf club in a black spaghetti string fishnet teddy. Orpheus scans the rest of the office, stopping at the brown leather couch across from the desk, when he is appalled to witness Angel in a hole-net body stocking, sprawling her back on the repulsive Stuart Nerlinger as she rhythmically grinds her ass against his crotch, while he paws Angel's breast with the sausage fingers of his hand, twirling around her g-string over him with the other hand. "Angel!" Orpheus yells. "What the fuck are you doing with that asshole?" Angel looks to Orpheus shocked and with shame, but continues with the lap dance. "Fuck off, yokel." Nerlinger smugly says. "She's doing whatever I pay her to do, so you just back off and wait your turn. And don't touch my girls, I pay them to serve me, not you." Orpheus faces Aasha and Yolanda, who don't seem offended nor opposed to Nerlinger's claim. "What? That's how it works at Baker & Burns." Aasha lowers the phone to speak. "If dressing up in lingerie and giving the boss head will help my promotional aspects, I'll do it." "Besides, it's better than being a hooker." Yolanda adds. "And if you don't get promoted, you can still keep the lingerie. We do keep them, right?" Orpheus stomps over to the couch and roughly pulls Angel off Nerlinger. "It's okay, now. I got you now." Orpheus says, pulling Angel close to kiss her. "You fucking yokel!" Nerlinger pugnaciously barges him between Orpheus and Angel. "I have the money here, so she's mine. You have the blond cunt when I get bored of her." Orpheus focuses his rage through his fists, punching Nerlinger's face, he then grabs the letch's collar and belt and, with strength even he didn't know he had, lifts Nerlinger over his head. "I should have thrown you off the roof." Orpheus says, turning to face the window. Orpheus throws Nerlinger at the window, crashing through it and leaving a trail of glass fragment, as well as the remaining window frame, followed by the surrounding wall as it breaks apart and falls outward and horizontally. As the wall continues to crumble, Orpheus turns to get Angel out of the disintegrating office but only finds only Aasha and Yolanda with him, looking at him with hate. "She left already." Aasha states with a scowl, pointing to the open door. "Because of you, we'll probably get a new boss that won't want to have sex with us in exchange for advancement." "Do you know what you've done to our careers?" Yolanda asks with anger. "We'll have a better chance working at the Bronco Burger." Orpheus hurries pass the Aasha and Yolanda to the open door leading to a dimly-lit hallway not of the Eaglehart building. He walks down the hall, recognizing the numberless doors of the hall are of the Hotel Carmen. Orpheus hears the grunting and moaning of a couple having sex, coming from a half-open door he nears. Wait, I've done this before. Orpheus thinks, entering the room. The room is less lit as the hall but Orpheus can manage to make his way through, following sexual moaning to the bed. In the dark, he sees the naked backside of woman straddling who could be her lover lying flat on the bed. It's not her. It's not Angel. Orpheus is certain. It's that Polish maid fucking her fiancée. The couple doesn't notice Orpheus as he walks over the bedside table and turns on the lamp to confirm his prediction, but is wrong once again to witness the girl on top to be Angel, savoring the pleasures of intercourse to notice him. "Angel!" Orpheus yells. Angel opens her eyes and looks at Orpheus without a smile or any kind of joy and without stopping her hips. "What are you doing here?" Angel indifferently asks. "I was looking for you." Orpheus assertively answers. "Can't you see I'm busy?" Angel assertively questions. Orpheus tries to hold back the frustration mounting inside by Angel's rejection but it become more difficult when he looks down to the man she's fucking and discover that it's...Moth. "Hey, Orpheus." Moth smugly grins. "I thought I'd have a taste of the goods before sending her to her owners." Orpheus feels his frustration rapidly growing into rage, watching Moth paw Angel's breasts with both hands, causing Orpheus to look down to the bedside table, where he spots Moth's gun next to the lamp. Moth pulls his hand from Angel to reach to snatch the gun before Orpheus, but even Orpheus is surprised how fast he takes the gun and points it directly at Moth. Angel does an astonishing backward leap off Moth and floatingly lands on her feet at the foot of the bed on the other side. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 15 "You fucked my girl." Orpheus exclaims, holding the gun with both hands while sidestepping from Moth. "She was never your girl." Moth states, still smug and not intimidated. The gun gives a flash and a loud bang, the left of Moth's chest is hit, leaving a wound the size of an orange for a quart of blood to spatter on the bed. Another shoot hits below the right shoulder, more blood spatters. The gun continues firing until the bullets run out and only makes clicking sounds, by then the whole bed is stained with Moth's blood. Orpheus backs away from the bloody bed, keeping the gun is his grip. He sees Angel, horrified of what she just seen. "What have you done?" Angel gasps, backing away. "I had to kill him, Angel." Orpheus says. "He was going to take you away from me." "I know. That's why I came to him." Angel informs. "I wanted to get away from you." "No, you don't mean that." Orpheus slowly moves to Angel. "Let's just go back to Lakeside and everything will be fine again." "And how many more will die if I don't?" Angel steps back from the oddly limited range of the lamp's light, disappearing in the darkness. Orpheus quickens his pace to the dark side of the room, but stops as someone steps out of the darkness and stands in front of Orpheus. It's the strange man with the goatee and ponytail, this time wearing a white coat, like a doctor's coat. "I take it that this wasn't the post-rescue reunion you imagined when you found her?" The goateed man in the white coat inquires. "Ah...no." A confused and uncertain Orpheus answers. "You probably thought you would find her and she would tell the reasons she left, then she says she loves you and comes back to you, which would lead to sex before the two of you return to Lakeside to spend the rest of your lives together." The white coat man postulates. "I...I just don't understand why...why everything's ...wrong." Orpheus says. "You're beginning to see the damage you've done for what it truly is." "So...you're a doctor?" "That's right, Orpheus. I am a doctor. You were sent to me when the police stopped you from your killing spree." "Killing spree? I killed Moth but that's it." "What about your uncle Rembrandt?" "Moth killed Rembrandt." "No, you killed Rembrandt." Orpheus is shocked into silence before turning away from the doctor as he feels his head spinning. "No, I couldn't have. Not Uncle Rembrandt." Orpheus refuses to believe. "But you did." The doctor affirms. "Rembrandt wanted to stop you after what you did at the Comin'/Going store and Boudreaux Street, but you killed him. Then you raped his wife and burned the place down with both of them inside." "No, Magga's alive. I know that." Orpheus insists. "Magga's dead." The doctor assertively states. "Along with Topaz, Superstar, Gemini and anyone else unfortunate enough to get into your wake of destruction." "That's not true." Orpheus claps his free hand on his head, spinning faster. "NONE OF IT'S TRUE!" "Listen to me." The doctor grabs Orpheus's head with both hands to force his patient to look at him. "Since you come to Plutopolis, you have murdered, raped and destroyed whoever and whatever got in your way in your mad search for a woman who DOESN'T LOVE YOU." "Get away from me!" Orpheus yells, pushing the doctor away. "You're wrong, Doctor Love! All this is wrong!" "You remember my name now." Doctor Love says. "Why don't we increase your treatment? Nurse, if you please." A sharp string on Orpheus's neck causes him to clap his hand over the source of the second-long pain and look to his side to find a nurse standing next to him, holding a syringe. The nurse is a slender woman in her thirties whose uniform is white with a short and tight skirt, puffy short sleeves and a neckline going down to her sternum to show her black lace bra, a nurse's cap keeping her above shoulder-length purple hair neaten, white stocking over her long shapely legs and black flocking upper spool heel shoes. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Orpheus rudely questions, stumbling away. "Nurse Hazy is trying to help you. We all are." Dr. Love assures as he flips a light switch, conveniently within his reach. Orpheus is blinded by the sudden burst of light above him, causing him to see blobs and streaks in different colors. The first thing he sees as his vision adjusts is Moth, still dead in the blood-stained bed...in the middle of the spacious lobby of the Carmen. Confusion takes a new level for Orpheus, trying not to panic and walks to the front desk. Sitting on the surface of one end of the front desk is Magga, in her blue tube top and low-cut jeans taking with Natalia the Polish maid sitting behind the desk, while Gemini sits at the opposite end of the desk. At the old orange couch near the desk sits Superstar in her zebra-print jacket and black short skirt, watching Topaz in her white satin minidress passionately making out with the black bikini top/green leather pants wearing Matilda. Looking around the area near the front desk, Orpheus discovers more familiar face, spotting Cupcake and Mitsou at a small table in the corner, going over their homework, Soo in her blue silk kimono playing scrabble on the floor with Lin-Ling in her black t-shirt and red satin thong and SpiderBat leaning his back against a wall, reading a comic book. Orpheus is in the center of his friends and acquaintances when he remembers about Magga being dead. He turns to the front desk but Dr. Love stands in front of him again, blocking his view. "What's going on?" Orpheus asks. "You said Magga was dead." "Of course, I did." Dr. Love says. "But she's right there on the front desk." Orpheus tries to look pass the doctor but can't. "Are you sure about that?" Dr. Love asks before sidestepping out of Orpheus's view. Focusing on the front desk, Orpheus first sees the woman sitting behind not Natalia but Angel in Natalia's uniform. He sets his sights to where he last saw Magga at the end of the desk, only to find...Angel wearing Magga's tube top and jeans??? At the other end of the desk sits Angel in Gemini's dichotomous biker/good girl clothes. He scans the lobby again to perceive Angel in Superstar's jacket and skirt sitting on the orange couch with Angel in Topaz's minidress getting hot and heavy with Angel, not only in Matilda's clothes but with a cybernetic right arm. Angel in a Willowbrook school uniform sharing a table with Angel in the same uniform, only with a shorter skirt. At the scrabble game, Angel in Lin-Ling t-shirt and thong argues with Angel in Soo's kimono why she earned a triple-word score. SpiderBat stands up off the wall, tossing the comic book aside and pulls of his mask, revealing the super-vigilante to be...Angel. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" Orpheus yells, grabbing his head in the hope to prevent it from exploding. "Don't you see, Orpheus?" Dr. Love inquires. "Because of your obsession with Angel, you have put her on such a high pedestal that no one else matters to you, and given your propensity for violence and your fear of abandonment issues, you have become a living time bomb, leaving death and destruction to everyone around you...including Angel." "No, I would never hurt her." Orpheus objects. "I love her." "Even if she doesn't love you?" Dr. Love questions. Before Orpheus could answer, the double-doors of the lobby dramatically swings opens, letting Angel enter the lobby wearing her white cotton blouse and blue jeans with her black pumps, carrying her purse. The sight of his lover brings Orpheus an overwhelming joy that washes over the confusion and frustration, prompting him to walk pass Dr. Love in order to meet and greet her with a hug. But instead of a smile and open arms, Angel gives only a scowl and open palm to gesture Orpheus to stop and not get any close. "Why are you doing this?" Angel asks. "Why can't you let me be?" "But I came back for you." Orpheus pleads. "To take you home." "I left Lakeside, Orpheus." Angel states. "And I left you." Like a movie camera, Orpheus centers and focuses on Angel's beautiful face, mesmerized by her enchanting green eyes as she speaks. "I don't love you." Whatever hope or joy Orpheus had comes crashing down, leaving a devastating, soul-crushing affliction of despair that Orpheus never felt before. Everything he did, everything he endured, all for nothing. Was Dr. Love right? Has Orpheus turned into a maniac? Did he really kill those people? Orpheus tries to find the clarity for the answers despite the maelstrom of emotions plaguing him, but he manages to conclude that the only sensible and sane thing to do is let Angel go and surrender to the cops. BANG! The gunshot forces Orpheus to focus back on Angel, noticing a strange black spot on her upper abdomen. Blood seeps around the material of the blouse, showing it to be a gunshot wound. Angel looks down at the wound, then to Orpheus. "I guess I'm finally rid of you." Angel says as a tear rolls down her face. As horrifying as it is for Orpheus to helplessly watch Angel crouching down, it become more so when he discovers the literal smoking gun in his hand. "NO!" Orpheus drops the gun. "I didn't do it! I wasn't me!" Orpheus pans the lobby to any cooperating witnesses like Dr. Love, who is nowhere to be seen. At first thought, he checks the front desk, hoping Magga, Gemini and Natalia saw what really happened but to his continuing horror sees Magga lying still on the desk with blood rolling from her mouth, Natalia lying on her front across the desk, just as still as Magga, Gemini lays on her back on the floor after apparently falling off the desk. Orpheus notices a bloody bullet hole on Gemini's abdomen. Same place as Angel's. Superstar, Topaz and Matilda sprawl over dead on the couch, each with the same wound. Cupcake and Mitsou leaning back on their chairs, dead with the same wound. Soo and Lin-Ling dead on the floor, bleeding on the scrabble board. SpiderBat slumped on the floor with his back on the wall, stained by a downward trail of blood. Seeing so much death around her, Orpheus is about to hurry to be with Angel in her final moments but the girlfriend he probably shot is already in a glass coffin, carried away by three hula girl waitresses of Leis on one side and three Willowbrook girls on the other. He follows the pallbearers of the glass coffin through the hotel's double-doors to hurry down the aisle of St. Vincent's Cathedral. Like the last time Orpheus was at the church, there are a few people scattered at the pews, this time all dressed in black. The coffin was placed before the altar where Father Milton stands, the priest garb he wears is red leather with a obsidian black collar. At the altar is Sister Felicity, wearing a red papal tiara with her red velvet wimple along with a red leather half cup corset with a silver ring at the bottom attached to long strip of red velvet going down her bare thighs, covering her hallowed hollow, with red latex arm-length gloves and thigh-high boots with stiletto heels. Orpheus cautiously nears the coffin and the altar while the grass skirt wearing waitresses and schoolgirls leaves the coffin to stand in line on opposite sides of the altar. Father Milton moves himself between the coffin and the front pews, blocking Orpheus's way. Orpheus is uncertain if he wants another confrontation with the red leathered priest, so he sits down at the front pew. "We are here to mourn to passing, the pointless, tragic death of Angel." Father Milton announces. "Though, we know nothing of her past, we do know for certain...is that she had a great pair of tits." Orpheus is shocked what he heard from Father Milton's vulgar and grossly disrespectful sermon in his lover's funeral but chooses to stay seated and quiet, allowing the priest to continue. "She also had a wicked gift in the art of seduction and sexual manipulation that could only be matched by the Whore of Babylon." As much as Orpheus wants to tear off the head of the second priest who made the same biblical comparison, he remains inaction for the sake of Angel's rising to the afterlife. "So, without any further ado, we shall commit Angel to her final reward...IN HELL!" "What?" Orpheus jumps up from his seat to walk. "Why does she have to go the hell? She's done nothing wrong." "Orpheus Jones," Sister Felicity's voice surprisingly carries through the entire church without a microphone. "because of the atrocities you recklessly caused in the name of Angel, she will sent to burn in the fires of hell for all of eternity." "Because of what I did?" Orpheus questions. "No, you can't do that to her! I won't let you!" A ring of fire sporadically takes form around the Angel's coffin. The flames rapidly grows. "No, not her!" Orpheus pleads, rushing to the fire. "Take me! I did those crimes! Take me instead of her!" As if they had superhuman speed, the hula girls and the schoolgirls intercept Orpheus to prevent him from getting any closer to the coffin by grabbing his legs to stop him from running, his arms so he can't punch or pull off the girls restraining his legs, one hula girl bear hugs torso from behind as a Willowbrook girl hugs his waist from the front, making Orpheus immobile. "ANGEL!" A helpless Orpheus yells, watching the ring of fire grow. "ANGEEEEEEEEELLLLLL!!!!" * * * * * * "What should we do with these two, Doctor?" Nurse Hazy asks, puffing her cigarette. Doctor Love walks to the purple-haired nurse's side so both can look down to Huntrix and Fifi lying unconscious on the floor. "Should we send them both to ward D?" Nurse Hazy suggests. "Just the black one." Dr. Love says. "I'm not sure what Lady J wants me to do with the infamous Huntrix. Have Klaus shackle her up in this room." "angel..." A broken voice from the other side of the room murmurs. Dr. Love and Nurse Hazy turn to see Orpheus Jones restrained to a gurney, his eyes half rolled up, rocking his head side to side. "You sure Lady J wants you giving your special crazy juice to Jones?" Nurse Hazy inquires. "She was very specific of what to do with him." Dr. Love informs. "With the psychotropic I concocted and the verbal seeds I planted in his head, everything he's experienced in the last hour has been a medically enhanced super-hallucination, twisting his hopes, his dreams, his desire, his entire psyche until he eventually falls in a downward spiral until his mind collapses in on itself." "Giving him that second shot will speed things up." Nurse Hazy says. "I think he was getting wise." "No matter." Dr. Love dismisses. "Soon, Orpheus Jones's mind will cease to exist." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 16 CHAPTER SIXTEEN "RUDE AWAKENING" A few months ago... Topaz's umbrella shelters her from the light rain falling on Biehn Fields Common Graveyard keeping herself dry, squatting down to place a bouquet of flowers on the burial plaque of her deceased lover, The Dude. Topaz enacts with the proper funeral etiquette, dressed in a black short trench coat with matching silk stocking and stilettos. Orpheus stands near Topaz in his dark gray hoodie and faded baggy jeans, wet from the rain. "This isn't right." Topaz straightens up. "The Dude deserves a better funeral than this. Not be buried with criminals and John Does." "That's because the police and the coroner just thought he was just another street punk." Orpheus bleakly states. "That's why the police have done dick all in bringing the Steelheads to justice." Orpheus continues with growing frustration. "If the cops here weren't so stupid, they'd know that The Dude wasn't just some gang leader, he was more than that. And the Anarchists weren't another gang, we were..." "We were family." Topaz assures, stepping closer to Orpheus to cover him with her umbrella. "I'm just as pissed off about this as you, Orpheus, but the sad fact is you and I only ones left of the family. The Dude is gone," Topaz states, holding back to grief. "the Anarchists are gone. Baby, we have to move on." "While the Steelheads freely roam around the city getting the last laugh? Fuck that!" A vengeful Orpheus yells, storming away from the coverage of Topaz's umbrella. "Where you going now?" Topaz follows as fast as she can walk in her stilettos. "I'm gonna get a gun and kill Stomper and anyone else who gets in my fucking way!" Orpheus exclaims, getting further away from Topaz. Topaz drops her umbrella and pulls off her shoes to catch up with Orpheus as he follows the beaten path of the grassy fields leading him to the back driveway of a strip mall on Kane Hill Drive. "Orpheus, stop!" Topaz yells in her pursuit. "You better lay low for a few days, Topaz." Orpheus suggests without stopping or looking back. "I don't want anything to happen to you." "And I don't want anything to happen to you." Topaz runs in front of Orpheus, blocking his path. "You just can't go after the Steelheads all by yourself. It's suicide." "I don't have a choice." Orpheus states. "When they find out there's one last remaining Anarchist who survived, they'll come looking for me." "Then you need to leave town. Right away." "What? Run and live to fight another day?" "No, just to live." "I'm not gonna to make it through the week, and if I'm going down, I'm taking as many of those racist mouth-breathers as I can." Orpheus walks around Topaz to continue down the driveway but he discovers he underestimated Topaz's determination and her strength as she grabs Orpheus and forces him to back against a chain-link fence. "You're not a killer, Orpheus." Topaz says. "I'm a fighter." Orpheus asserts. "You fight when you have to." Topaz argues. "But you're not just that, you're an artist who draws and makes fantastic tattoos, you're the guy who can run across the rooftops of downtown Rutberg delivering a pizza without the pizza getting smutched, you're the guy who could fix a car engine on his first try." Topaz steps in closer to Orpheus. "That's the Orpheus Jones The Dude wanted you to see, not that lost and angry kid from Mariner Park he first met. Orpheus struggles to push Topaz away as gentle as he can, but she resists and stands her ground. Orpheus grows impatient and puts any gentleness aside to push Topaz from him no matter how rough he has to be. He slaps his hand on Topaz's chest, about to shove her but before he could, Topaz grabs the back of his neck and pulls herself to press her body on him, fusing their midsections. Orpheus feels his temperature rising, but not from anger. He gazes at Topaz, her hair wet from the rain, clinging on to her face. He feels her body heat radiating. Instinctually overwhelmed by passion, the mouths of Orpheus and Topaz slam together in a series of hard smacking kisses. Orpheus's hand on Topaz unbuttons the coat all the way down and finds Topaz's breast, caressing and squeezing it through the silk of her black mid-thigh dress. Topaz's lips lowers to Orpheus's neck while she undoes Orpheus's jeans and reaches in to stroke his already hard cock. Suddenly, Topaz is forcefully turned and her back is hurtled to the chain-link fence by Orpheus, briefly rattling it. The skirt is pulled up above her stomach, her red lace panties is pulled down her legs and discarded on the wet pavement. Her fingers hooks on to the fence, wrapping legs around his waist as his cock plunges in her. The rattling of the chain-link resumes from his raging thrusting at her black box. Wet kisses hurriedly falls on his neck, going up to his ear, gently biting the lobe. The rattling grows loader and faster as the fucking gets faster and deeper, the couple in intercourse grunts and moans as the cock finally releases its manseed. Soon, the rattling slows into silence as Orpheus and Topaz draft back into reality. Topaz sets her feet back on the pavement, allowing Orpheus to back away and pull his jeans up. Topaz pulls her skirt down over her ass but doesn't bother retrieving her panties. They say nothing, looking at each other. Orpheus waits for Topaz to further reason with him, but she remains silent. Topaz buttons up her coat as she walks pass Orpheus. Orpheus watches her journey down the driveway, hugging herself to fight off the shivers of the rain. He guesses that Topaz said all she could about him leaving Plutopolis, leaving him with a choice. ****** Dr. Love walks down the twilight halls of Kane Hill Asylum of Psychiatric Care proudly, like a king strolling through his kingdom. Behind him are Huntrix and Fifi restrained by padded cuffs to gurneys pushed by orderlies, on their way to Ward D. The doctor turns to another hallway to his office while the orderlies continue down to their destination. Unlike the rest of the asylum, Dr. Love's wide corner office is well decorated with expensive artwork and furniture. Moonlight shines from the wide double windows at the end of the office on to his mahogany executive desk, where a naked girl kneel in front of, with her thighs spread and her open palms up. The moonlight shines on the long dark brown hair of the petite girl's bowing head, while the rest of her body is covered in the shadow of the majestic desk. Dr. Love doesn't give the girl so much as a passing glance, walking to his desk and sits on his luxury leather swivel chair. "Stand up and face me." Dr. Love commands. The naked girl stands up from the shadow, showing her barely five-foot tall body. Dr. Love is immediately fixated on her caramel skin of her beautiful backside, her incredibly narrow waist and her small and perfect ass. She turns around to show her gorgeous front as well, her magnificent round breasts over her taut and firm abdomen and smooth, hairless vagina. Her face is just as beautiful, like that of an innocent girl, brimming underneath with lust. Not only does the sight of her gives Dr. Love an erection, but a great satisfying feeling of pride since he was responsible for making her so perfect. "Were you a good girl while I was away?" Dr. Love asks. "Yes, Master." She answers with a smile. "Your slave was waiting for you since you left." "Good girl." Dr. Love says. "I'll glad you didn't decide to wander off. I would have been disappointed if you weren't here." "Your slave would never do that, Master." She assures. "You make the decisions for your slave." "Absolutely right." Dr. Love beams with pride. "Come here. I want to look at your tits closer." "Yes, Master." His slave complies, still smile as she walks behind the desk. "Play with them." Dr. Love turns his chair to face her. "I want you to get me hard so you can give me a blow job." "Yes, Master. Your slave knows what you want." She says. Dr. Love intensely gazes at the naked slave as she lightly cups her breasts before teasingly tweaking her pointed nipples while swaying her hips. He inhales through his teeth, feeling his cock hardening, wanting to break free from the confines of his trousers. "Suck my cock like the slut I made you to be." Dr. Love lies back on his chair. "Yes, Master." She complies, kneeling between his parted legs. The slave is still smiling, undoing her master's zipper and sets free the cock standing upwards. She licks her lips, leaning forward to take her master cock in her eager mouth. Her tongue massages the underneath of the cock, slowly bobbing her head. "Oh, that's it, girl." Dr. Love groans. "You like sucking cock, didn't you?" "Yes, Master." She strokes his cock as she answers before resuming her oral task. "Now that you thought your slave how." "Slow down, slut." Dr. Love orders, turning on his desk lamp. "And be quiet, I have to make a phone call." "Yes, Master. Your slave will be quiet." She obeys. After dialing on his phone, Dr. Love lightly bushes his fingers through his cock-sucking slave's hair, waiting for the dial tone to be replaced by the person on the other end. "Report." Lady J's voice demands. "It's done." Dr. Love states. "Within the hour, Orpheus Jones will be a complete vegetable." ****** Mr. Bruun doesn't bother tying the motorboat after mooring it to the dock after returning from his trip from Lake Anasazi. From the edge of the dock, he pours half of a jerry can of kerosene in the boat then lights a book of matches and tosses it in. The boat is instantly covered in flames. Mr. Bruun pushes the boat with his strong leg for it to draft away from the dock. Finished with his errand, Mr. Bruun turns to return to Lady J, waiting for him at the limo. But to his shock, sees the Swan of Death standing before him. Before he could reach for his gun, the Swan swiftly crouches down, swinging her katana blade at the driver's ankles. Less than a second later, Mr. Bruun can't feel his feet. A second after, the other Swan of Death leaps over her still-crouching sister, slams both of her feet against Mr. Bruun's chest, knocking him off the dock and plummet down in the burning boat. The twins stands up and walks down the dock, ignoring the driver's screams of pain, leaving his severed feet at the edge of the dock. ****** "Keep going, girls." Lady J orders, lowering her cell phone. Lady J sits on the hood of her limo with the headlights on high, shinning on Angel and Felicity at a short distance, fighting against the cold and other discomforts to perform jumping jacks in the middle of a wide driveway between warehouses. "Come on, you lazy bitches. This will keep you warm and I don't have to hear you two complaining about the cold." Lady J speaks into her phone. "Now, Doctor, what about Huntrix?" "I've already sent her and her lovely associate to...Ward D, so they'll be...no trouble." Doctor Love informs, trying to mask his moans. "We can't risk having her letting her loose with what she already knows." "Good, let me know when..." Lady J pauses to hear more moaning. "Are you having your cock sucked by one of your female patients?" "Yes," Dr. Love freely admits. "and she's a real beauty. I can let you have her for the weekend if you swop the blond to me." "I've never been one for sharing." Lady J declines. "Really? You had no problem sharing with the boss." Dr. Love argues. Lady J rudely hangs up, seeing no further reason to continue with her phone conversation. Fatigue and still cold, Felicity stops her jumping and collapses on the ground. Angel continues her jumping jacks without hesitation. "Did I say you could stop?!" Lady J marches over to her slaves. "I am not your slave." Felicity defies, pushing herself up. "You can do whatever you want to me but I will never submit to you." Lady J looks down on Felicity, ready to be struck for her disobedience. But Lady J steps away from and approaches Angel. "Stop." Lady J orders. Angel immediately stops jumping and crosses her arms around her as the cold falls on her uncovered skin. "I just got off the phone with a colleague of mine." Lady J states. "You'll be happy to know that Orpheus has been returned to Lakeside safely. He's been told that you willingly choose to be with me and he is never to set foot in Plutopolis again." "Thank you, Mistress. I really appreciate you letting Orpheus live." Angel says. "Well, of course, slave." Lady J step closer to Angel, lifting her chin to face her. "I'm not a monster, I can understand why you ran away but now I'm overjoyed that you're back and ready to serve me again." Lady J keeps hold of Angel's chin as she kisses her while her other hand lands on Angel's hip. "We are all going to spend the rest of the night back at my playhouse, and there's a good chance you and I will be using that bed after all. Would you like that?" "Yes, Mistress. Very much." Angel forces herself to smile. "Good. I've have to chain your collar to the bed but I'll make sure it's long enough for you to use the bathroom." Lady J states. "Thank you, Mistress." Angel wraps her arms around Lady J's waist. "I'll give you the pleasure and love you deserve." "I know you will, slave. Because you understand your place now." Lady J says, before turning her sight to Felicity. "Don't think I've forgot about you, ex-sister." "Father Milton told me about your playhouse." Felicity say, shivering as she stands up. "Do you plan to bring me into your den of sin and have your perverted way with me and make me your sex-slave?" "I did plan on making you my sex-slave and I would name you 'slave' as I did with her." Lady J gestures to Angel. "But then I realized how confusing that would be. I tried to think of other names for you, 'slave two', 'sister slave', 'brunette slave', 'whore', but none of them felt right." Lady J bends forward over Felicity. "So I decided to have Mr. Bruun send you to the Doll Factory...after he's done with you." The ivory skin of Felicity's face gets a shade paler. "I should tell you that he's not as gentle as I am." Lady J grin, straightening herself upright. The headlights go dark, leaving the area of the dock lit by the wood lamp post. Lady J looks to the lime to find someone like Mr. Bruun but sees no one. Unease by this, Lady J slowly reaches for her gun under her jacket. "Your driver will not be joining you, Lady J." A woman's voice behind Lady J states. Lady J stills her hand, cautiously turning on her heel and sees the Swan of Death. Confused and worried for a moment, she relaxes herself and smiles, calmly walking to the deadly assassin, ready to deny whatever accusations to be thrown at her. "The infamous Swan of Death. What an honor it is to finally meet you." Lady J greets with open palms. "I just heard about what happened at Little Tokyo and let me be the first to convey my condolences over the loss of your sensei. You should know despite the bad blood you may have heard of, I personally always had the utmost respect for..." Lady J stops walking and lying when the Swan raises her sword, aiming the tip a few inches from Lady J's sternum. "No more lies." The Swan warns. "You are responsible for the death and destruction that has fallen on our home." "I have no idea what you're taking about." Lady J maintains her fake smile, stepping back from the sword. "I know you are the one had that crooked cop Garbus lie to the Unholy Riders to attack Little Tokyo." The Swan states. Lady J stops back-stepping near Angel and Felicity, keeping her charade going as long as she can. "I don't know who told you that, but..." "It's true!" Angel cries out, taking a few steps to the Swan. "I was there! She told Garbus to finger the Iron Dragons for what happened at that tattoo place, then she killed him and anyone else who knew!" "You traitorous bitch!" An infuriated Lady J yells, aiming her gun at Angel. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!" A shuriken sharply whizzes through the air from the dark shadows, knocking the gun from Lady J's hand. She looks to the possible direction the shuriken could have come from and sees another Swan of Death walking out of the shadows. She does a double-take of the Swan who attacked her and the Swan she was talking to. "How many of you are there?" Lady J questions. "Enough to slice you into a million pieces." The looming Swan says, raising her sword. As both Swans approach her, Lady J is stepping back again, passing her scared and unmoving slaves. She scans the ground for her gun but can't find it. The Swans passes Angel and Felicity to meet side-by-side. "Run." One of the Swans orders. Seeing no other alternative, Lady J turns on her heel and runs as fast as she can. Even when she runs out of their sight, the Swans continue walking until they vanish in the shadows from Angel's and Felicity's sight. "So...we're free?" Felicity asks. "Yeah, for all the good that does us." Angel answers. ****** "Thank you for coming in your slave's mouth, Master." Dr. Love stands up from his chair, zipping his trousers up. His slave remains kneeling on the floor awaiting new orders while a droplet of her master's manseed leaks down from a side of her lips. Despite his pleasing ejaculation, Dr. Love is still offended by the rude hang up from Lady J after his suggestion of a mutual exchange of sex-slaves for the weekend. "Clean yourself up." Dr. Love orders. "Yes, Master." His slave obeys, standing up. The doctor sits on the edge of his desk watching his slave walk to a filing cabinet at the far corner of the office, focusing on her perfect ass. Kneeling down to open the bottom drawer, she takes out a small tote bag. She takes out a compact mirror to check her face, then a moist towelette to wipe her lips, followed by her lipstick. Satisfied that the rest of her make-up doesn't need any fixing, she returns the tote bag to the drawer and shuts it. "Crawl over here." Dr. Love commands. "Yes, Master." The knelling slave complies. The caramel-skinned girl gets on her hands and knees. As trained by her master, the slave crawls across the office, keeping her shoulders low without her nipples scraping against the floor while her arched back protrudes her ass upward. Maybe the next one will be blond. Dr. Love thinks. The cat-slave stops in front of the desk, staying on her hands and knees, awaiting new orders. Dr. Love steps to her side and squats down to admire her backside. "You make me very happy." Dr. Love compliments with his hand on her ass. "Thank you, Master." His slave replies. "Your slave is happy that you're happy." The doctor's hand slides down between her ass cheeks to her pussy. She lets out a small, cute gasp, feeling his digits penetrate her. "Your cunt is wet." Dr. Love says. "Yes, Master. Your slave is very horny for your cock." The slave eagerly apprises. "Well, after that fantastic blow job, I can't fuck your pussy for a while." Dr. Love advises. "Are you disappointed that you'll have to wait?" "No, Master. Your needs always goes first." "So you're not going to pleasure yourself first chance you get?" "No, Master. Not unless you permit your slave to." "Good girl." Dr. Love pats her ass before standing up. "Stand up." Dr. Love wipes his wet fingers with a handkerchief, walking to his desk while his slave gets back on her feet and stands with her shoulders back and her tits out. "I have a gift for you." Dr. Love pulls out a brown paper shopping bag from a drawer of his desk. His slave's smile widens as her owner pours the contents of the bag on the desk, within her reach. "I've decided that you wear some clothes." Dr. Love walks around his desk, back to his slave. "Put them on." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 16 "Yes, Master." His slave replies. The doctor observes her pick out the small pile of clothing. She starts with the tiger-print thigh boots, followed by the tiger-print glovelets and the matching cat ears headband. The last item on the desk is a simple leather collar. Dr. Love takes collar and fastens it around her neck. "Now you look beautiful." Dr. Love looks over his semi-dressed slave. "Thank you, Master. Your slave feels sexy in these clothes." His slave says. "When I was picking them out, they came with a one-piece suit but they would have covered your naughty bits, so I threw it away." "Thank you for that, Master. Your slave knows you like looking at her sexy parts." "Seeing you in your new outfit, I should give a new name as well." Dr. Love wraps his arm around her cat-motif slave's shoulder while cupping her breasts with his other hand. "Something like...pet...girl. Yes, petgirl will be your name from now on." "Thank you, Master. Your slave...petgirl loves her new name." petgirl leans her head forward to kiss her master in gratitude of the gift of clothes and a name. An open palm slaps across petgirl's face. Shocked, she steps back from her master as tears immediately rolls from her eyes. "What the hell were you doing?!" An irate Dr. Love yells. "petgirl was going to kiss you..." petgirl sobbingly answers. "Without my saying so? And right after giving me a blow job? Why didn't you use the little bottle of mouthwash given to you?" "petgirl run out of it this morning, Master." petgirl fearfully says. "Please, Master, petgirl is sorry. petgirl thought..." "I DIDN'T CREATE YOU TO THINK!" Dr. Love yells. More tears leak from petgirl's eyes, ruining her makeup. Dr. Love takes a furious step to her. She shudders, expecting another slap. But instead, the doctor stills himself to regain his composure. "You know what I have to do now." Dr. Love's voice is calmer but in no way reassuring. "Yes, Master." petgirl replies. Walking to the umbrella stand near the door, petgirl pulls out a bamboo cane. She walks back to her master, presenting the cane on both open palms. Dr. Love accepts the cane. "Assume the position." Dr. Love commands. ****** "Well, hello sailor." After pulling off the jeans and underwear of the semi-conscious Orpheus, Nurse Hazy gazes upon his penis, partially erect but its girth was impressive. The purple-haired nurse drops the underwear in a small box with Orpheus's shoes, socks, shirt, ski cap and goggles. Before adding the jeans to the box, Nurse Hazy searches the pockets, finding only some loose change and his wallet. She tosses the jeans to the box and goes through the wallet, taking out a hundred and sixty dollars and shamelessly pockets it. She discovers the photos in the wallet, pulls them out before tossing the wallet in the box. Nurse Hazy examines the photo of Orpheus and Angel one-by-one. She turns her focus to Orpheus, lying naked on the exam table, free from her restraints but too intoxicated by a super-psychotropic to even think about fleeing. Feeling naughty, the nurse slowly strokes the base of Orpheus's member. "So this is the girl you're dreaming of." Nurse Hazy looks at the photo of Angel. "She's pretty." The nurse's manipulating hand causes more blood to rush in Orpheus's cock, making it hard and standing proud. "Oh, my." Nurse Hazy smiles, liking what she sees. "You must have made her happy." Nurse Hazy drops the photos on the exam table before pulling up her skirt to pull off her black lace panties. She mounts the exam table and kneels over the proud penis, holding it steady as she lowers her shave pussy on to it. The naughty nurse arches her back, riding the cock like a cowgirl. "Oh, honey. I'm gonna make you go out with a bang." Nurse Hazy boasts. Orpheus's half-open eyelids flutter for a few seconds, then completely closes. ****** Orpheus lays back on the silk-sheeted bed to fully look up at Cupcake, wearing only her school blazer as she straddles him. His hands rests on Cupcake's thighs, soon they climb up under her blazer to her chest. Orpheus expected to feel Cupcake's breast in his covered hands...but he couldn't find them. In fact, he couldn't feel anything under Cupcake's blazer. As if there's nothing inside. Adding to his confusion, Orpheus realizes his cock isn't feeling the wet and warm membranes of Cupcake's love-canal or anything else. Inpatient with the lack of sensation he always felt during sex, Orpheus grabs Cupcake's hips and forcibly rolls her on her back for Orpheus to fuck her in a missionary position. But his cock feels nothing, no matter how hard he thrusts. "Hey, is there something wrong?" Cupcake asks. "If I knew you were going to be like this, I would have rewarded you by picking up the check instead of with sex." "I don't know." Orpheus says. "I'm just...not feeling...it." "Aloha." A familiar voice says. Orpheus raises his head to see Reena, the grass-skirt wearing waitress bending down with a tray of chicken wings and a glass of Tweak Up. It's no surprise for Orpheus to find the cinnamon-skinned hula girl standing near the bed since the bed is in the middle of Leis. "I have your order, Orpheus. A plate of hang 10 wing and a large Tweak Up." Reena says. "Can't you see we're having sex?" Cupcake rudely and rhetorically asks. "Maybe I do need a short break to refuel." Orpheus pulls himself up and off Cupcake. After getting off the bed, Orpheus eagerly grabs the glass of his favorite energy drink from Reena's tray and chugs it down. But by the second chug, he discovers the drink has no taste. Even a lesser taste than water. Orpheus further tests his diminishing senses by taking a hungry bite from a chicken wing from Reena's tray. His mouth could make out the texture but the taste was non-existent. He takes a single bite from several more wings but the results stay the same. "Aren't you liking the food?" Reena asks. "Of course, he is." Orpheus turns and sees Magga approaching him, completely naked. "And now he's ready for dessert." Magga grabs Orpheus's head with both hands and kisses him. Wait...she's dead...no...not dead...is she alive? Am I kissing a dead woman? As with the sex with Cupcake and the food and drink, Orpheus feels nothing from Magga's lingering lips. Confused and frustrated, he pulls himself from Magga's hold. "What's wrong, Orpheus?" Magga asks. "I thought we could have some sex when you're done with the schoolgirl. Unless you want it to be a three-way." Magga looks to Cupcake. "Are you okay with that?" "Whatever gets him back to bed." Cupcake agrees, kneeling up on the bed. "I just need to remember how I got here." Orpheus struggles to recall. "What does that matter now?" Magga questions, stepping to Orpheus. "We're all here for you to get over your loss of Angel." Orpheus scans the rest of the restaurant and finds to Magga isn't the only naked woman. Among the grass-skirted servers, there are other naked women. First, he notices Gemini, Topaz, Superstar, then he recognizes the others. Jen Thirteen from the Blue Shadow, Yolanda from the Eaglehart, the brunette with the rainbow socks from St. Vincent's. Soon, he recognizes other women he hasn't seen in years, undressed as the others. Lyla from across the street from where he lived in Mariner Park who babysat him, Mrs. Cooper from 7th grade, Elena the lifeguard who taught him how to swim, camp counselor Becky from Camp Rabbit Creek. Orpheus finds himself surrounded by women he's seen naked, had sex with or wanted to have sex with, which seems all too good to be true. "You see, Orpheus. You don't need Angel now that you have all of us." Magga steps to Orpheus, wrapping her arms around his waist. "And we're will here for you for as much sex for whoever you want...until the end." "The end?" Orpheus repeats with dread. "No, I shouldn't be here." Orpheus pulls himself from Magga's hold. "I have to get out of here before it's too late." "It's already too late." Magga pursues. "Come back to bed with me and Cupcake. I'm sure Reena will join us." Orpheus ignores Magga, hurrying to the exit with the other women reaching for him or blocking his path. He forces through Aasha, Kat Storm, and the women in the first porno he saw to make it to the end of the bar which would lead him to a short hallway and the front door as he remembered from the last time. But blocking the hallway is a hot tub. A rather familiar one. Nearing the hot tub, Orpheus first spots London siting on the far edge of tub with only her feet in the bubbling water, smiling and waving to him. Sitting in the side of the tub on London's left is Jackie and Duncan Kobalewscuy's hot older sister. Across the tub sits Sister Felicity with the water up to her shoulders, covering everything down, wearing only a black bathing cap concealing her hair. Orpheus pauses when he sees Chase Montgomery sitting on the edge of the nun's side before sliding down to Sister Felicity's side, where she wraps her arm over the naked nun's shoulder and kisses her fully on the mouth. The last girl in the hot tub Orpheus notices sits inside across from London, facing away from him. He recognizes her chin-length light-brown hair from the back of her head. Orpheus takes another step to this girl when she turns her head and faces him. He stops when he fixates on her crystal-blue eyes, surrounded by a cutely spread of light freckles with one particularly stray dark freckle near her hairline above her right eye. "Julie." Orpheus murmurs at the sight of London's daughter and his ex-girlfriend from high school. Orpheus keeps his feet on the floor as he watches Julie slowly lifts herself up to stand up and show her ex-boyfriend her nude body. When they were dating, Orpheus hoped Julie would be his first girl to have sex with, to look upon her unclothed body in their moment of physical, and as well emotional, intimacy. He then starts to feel the familiar sensations of arousal as well as an erection. Orpheus also feels hope and joy that he has been given a second chance with his first time with Julie, which will be everything he dream of, especially as experienced with sex as he is now. Orpheus walks to the hot tub without looking like he's hurrying for a closer look of Julie, just a second away from revealing herself. But before he could so much as see a nipple, a hand grabs the top of Julie's head and forces it into the water. Orpheus stops and is shocked to see Julie held under the water by Angel, rising up from the water naked, yet her hair and skin are somehow dry. "Angel, what are you doing?" Orpheus yells. Angel is silent as she maintains her hold on Julie to drown her, looking at Orpheus with absolute hatred. A fearful look he hasn't seen since the time they had sex at the abandoned van during a storm. Deciding to save Julie, Orpheus moves forward to pull her out. Suddenly, the waters of the hot tub becomes fire, engulfing Angel, Julie and the other women in the tub in flames raising to the ceiling. The screams from the fire are loud and painfully, then stops only to be replaced by the screams of the hula girls and nude women, backing away from the flaming tub. Horrifying as it is, Orpheus watches the woman he loves with the women he once loved, lusted for or had sex with be consumed in the hot tub inferno. But the horror proceeds for him, as Angel walks out of the burning tub, casually without any burnt skin or even a singed hair to show she was on fire. "Why are you doing this?" Orpheus questions. "WHY?" Angel yells with rage. "Because you've ruined EVERYTHING!!! And for that I'm going to kill every bitch in here, starting with the sluts you fucked!" "Yeah? Try it, skank." Gemini marches pass Orpheus with her fists ready. Angel does nothing as she watches the biker with the half-tattooed body walk up to her and punches her in the face, turning her head to the side but still stands. Gemini winds up for another punch but Angel retaliates and gives an inhumanly fast punch to Gemini's stomach, ceasing the biker's attack before slowly doubling over and gasping for air. Angel pulls her fist out, now covered in blood. Gemini collapses on the floor. Angel steps over the downed biker as blood begins to pool around her. "You ain't gonna kill my girl." Matilda charges at Angel. Like before, Angel waits for the blond girl with the Nazi-motif tattoos to get close enough to make the first punch. As she predicted, Matilda swings her cybernetic arm at Angel. But Angel intercepts the punch by grabbing the metallic wrist, then swiftly grabs the neo-Nazi's shoulder before yanking on the artificial arm. Matilda screams as she helplessly witnesses her prosthetic arm being mercilessly torn from her shoulder. In shock, the now one-armed Matilda tries to back away but Angel swings her new-found weapon at her head. The impact causes a hundred bone fractures on Matilda's skull which is heard by everyone as she falls to the floor. "Matilda!" Topaz cries out. Orpheus sees Topaz running to her dead lover, oblivious to Angel standing near, who carelessly tosses the metallic arm. He tries to run to Topaz before Angel can get a chance to kill her but is barely halfway to her when Angel grabs the naked black hooker. Orpheus stops, not wanting to risk Topaz's life. "So, you're Topaz." Angel smiles, tracing her fingertip down the side of Topaz's face. "Orpheus told me all about you. I heard you want to have a three-way with us." Muted by fear, Topaz can't reply. Angel holds Topaz's chin and presses her mouth on to hers. Orpheus stays still, witnessing Angel kissing Topaz for a few seconds. "Please, don't hurt me." Topaz pleads. "Be cooperative and you get to live longer than the other bitches." Angel states. "Now, get on your knees and eat me." Topaz complies and kneels in front of Angel, burying her face between Angel's thighs. "Angel." Orpheus speaks out for Angel's attention. "Your beef is with me. Just let the others go and we can settle all this." "That's noble of you, but there's nothing to settle." Angel says between moans. "You're going to watch me rape and kill every girl here before I do the same to you. But because of our relationship and the great sex I got from it, I'll let you decide who I should kill next." Angel places her hand on top of Topaz's head. "And if you don't decide..." Troubled by Angel's ultimatum, Orpheus looks over the women scattered around the restaurant, terrified and bunched together in small groups. Magga, Cupcake and Reena sit on the bed, holding each other, freighted for their lives. Jen is by the bar with Mitsou standing behind her. At the row of tables, Orpheus sees Mrs. Cooper huddling with Jade and Lin-Ling, Superstar with Soo and the bikini model from the calendar in the garage he work one summer at the next table, the table after that was seated by Becky, the barista at Mojo's who always wore half-shirt to show her pierced bellybutton and...Marilyn Monroe? Confused by this, Orpheus looks to the next table where Jessica Drake and Asia Carrera shares with two of the Iceberg Cheerleaders, keeping their pom-poms close to their chests. "This isn't real." Orpheus says. "None of this is real." Orpheus shut his eyes, the confusion and chaos in his mind vanishes, leaving complete certainty and confidence. Silence falls around him. No sounds of fire, women whimpering, or pussy-lapping. He opens his eyes, the hula girls and naked woman are gone. Looking over himself, Orpheus is wearing his street clothes with his goggles around his neck. Orpheus turns his sight back to Angel. Topaz is gone but Angel is still there in her maid's uniform, she scarred and confused. He walks to the mental image of his lover, placing both hand of her face to look into her eyes. "I'm going to find you." Orpheus says. "No matter who or what get in my way, I won't stop looking for you until you are back in my arms again." Orpheus steps away from Angel as she fades away into nothing. As if he knew, Orpheus looks to the wide window overlooking Dumas Street, dark and unlit. But in the darkness, he sees a man standing outside at a distance. Orpheus couldn't make out his face is the dark, but he didn't have to. He knows who it was that helped him when he needed it. The Dude. "Wake up, Orpheus." ****** Orpheus is surprised when he opens his eyes to find the purple-haired Nurse Hazy straddling him. "What..?" Orpheus barely utters. "...the fuck!" A surprised Nurse Hazy finishes. Nurse Hazy vaults off the naked Orpheus on the table. Landing with her upper spool heel shoes, Nurse Hazy stumbles for a second before properly standing and back away from Orpheus as he pushes himself off the exam table. "Where am I?" Orpheus questions. Nurse Hazy makes a dash to the counter behind her, where a syringe filled with a red-orange liquid waits for her. She grabs the syringe but her wrist is grabbed by Orpheus, who wraps his forearm around her neck, preventing her to scream by blocking her windpipe. "Don't scream." Orpheus orders, taking the syringe away from the nurse. "Now, where the fuck am I?" Orpheus carefully moves his forearm from the nurse's windpipe, allowing her to breath and talk. "You're in Kane Hill Asylum." Nurse Hazy answers. "Is this the same shit you injected in me that sent me to that fucked up dream world?" Orpheus holds the syringe to her face. "Yes." Nurse Hazy confesses. "It's called Crazy Town. It's a super-hallucinogen, it's supposed to give you really intense dreams before your mind shuts down. But I've never seen anyone wake up from it. How could you?" "I had help from a friend." Orpheus answers, forcing Nurse Hazy back to the exam table, pointing the needle at her neck. "Try anything and I'll send you to wonderland." "Okay, just keep that away from me." Nurse Hazy complies as she is hunched over the exam table with Orpheus standing close behind with his hand on her neck. "So, what happened?" Orpheus inquires. "I remember Huntrix and another girl driving me somewhere but I can't remember anything else." "Dr. Love injected you with Crazy Town the second that bounty hunter pulled you out of her van." Nurse Hazy informs. "Why was I sent here?" "Lady J wanted you to get you out of the way, stop you from making trouble." "Why? Did Boss Creeg hire Huntrix to find me and send me here?" "I don't know, Dr. Love didn't tell me. But it has something to do with the girl." "What girl?" "The blond girl in the photos in your wallet. The girl you call Angel." Orpheus pulls the nurse up and turns her around to face him. "How do know about Angel?" Orpheus interrogates. "She used to be here." Nurse Hazy informs. "And no, she wasn't a member of the staff. She was a patient here." "Do you know why she was her? What was she being treated for?" Orpheus questions. "I'll do you one better, I'll show you where she was treated." Nurse Hazy grins. ****** Orpheus wearing a white coat to conceal his street clothes, holds Nurse Hazy's arm as they discreetly walk down the dark hallway of the asylum. He keeps of the syringe in the coat's pocket, ready to use at the first sign of trouble. "This better not be a trap." Orpheus warns. "It's not. I just think it's best if I show you rather then tell you." Nurse Hazy assures. The nurse directs Orpheus to a door leading to the stairs, where they descend to a steel door at the basement level. "We're only supposed to use this door in case of emergencies." Nurse Hazy unlocks the door with a key. "Luckily, Dr. Love trusted me with a key." Orpheus slowly opens the door, keeping the syringe ready. He forces his hostage through the door, carefully walking through, scanning over the seemingly wide basement. The cinder block wall and the row of privacy curtains form a hallway. Relieved to find no one waiting to attack, Orpheus maintains his vigilance, towing Nurse Hazy down the hall. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 16 Moving lights and strange changing sounds coming from a gap in the curtains causes Orpheus to look inside. A wide projection screen shows image people having sex, one scene lasting for only a few second another scene is shown to a closely-bunch and seated audience. They're showing porn? A puzzled Orpheus thinks. Orpheus enters the unusual theatre with Nurse Hazy, looking over the audience, consisting of only women watching the screen unwaveringly. The women are naked or half-naked wearing either not-entirely-closed robes or the completely unbuttoned pajama tops. Orpheus is baffled when he closely observes one naked woman to be tied to her chair by Velcro straps around her arms and legs. A faint buzzing guides his eyes to a thin metal arm from under the chair with a small vibrator in her vagina. Orpheus then notices the metal neck brace on the restrained woman keeping her head up but is appallingly alarmed when he spots her eye lids propped open by eye speculums. Orpheus discovers the rest of the women are in the same situation, all tied to chairs modified with vibrators, forced to watch the porn on the screen. Orpheus looks to the screen, showing several close-ups of different women sucking cock, followed by close-ups of women eating pussy before the words YOU ARE A SLUT appears over the scene. A new scene shows a blond, tattooed woman receiving anal sex from a hugely-muscled black man, switching to a Latina girl with curly hair receiving anal by a Latino stud. IF YOU ARE NOT A SLUT, THEN YOU'RE NOT WORTH LOVE. Five shafting scenes men and women having sex. SEX IS LOVE. An extreme close-up of black woman's ass is spanked hard. A petite girl over the lap of an older man getting spank with the back end of a hair brush. A hooker violently slapped across the face by a cop. ABUSE IS LOVE. A woman cuffed to an X-cross as a naked man with a shaved head takes a flogger to her ass. Another woman with her hands tied above her head and her feet shackled to the floor is crying from the whip mark across her entire backside done by a man in leather. Another woman gagged and tied to a saw horse as a man in a suit strikes her ass with his belt. PUNISHMENT IS LOVE. A short Asian girl getting gang-banged by five black men on a beat-up old couch. A woman with long blond hair sprawled over the hood of a Lamborghini with her tennis skirt pulled up for a cop to fuck her anally. A redheaded woman in a steam room filled of men, dropping her towel. EARN YOUR MASTER'S LOVE. "Jesus Christ." Orpheus looks away from the screen. "What the fuck is this place?" "Welcome to Ward D." Nurse Hazy says. "Also known as...the Doll Factory." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 17 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN "DUDES AND DOLLS" Roughly an hour ago... "How much are you making from this job?" Orpheus questions, looking up to Huntrix from the floor of the van. "I said be quiet." Huntrix responds. "I'm just asking because I know how pricey you are." Orpheus explains with a friendly smile. "I mean despite my current situation, I feel honored to have been taken by the infamous Huntrix." "Really? You're now trying to charm me for client information?" Huntrix suspects. "I just want to know how much Boss Creeg is paying you." The side door slides opens from Fifi on the outside. Behind her stands a slender man with a goatee in a doctor's coat, accompanied by a purple-haired nurse and a small group of orderlies, standing in front of a wide five-story building of Victorian design with gothic features along with a tall steeple and barred windows. "Good evening, Miss...Huntrix, is it?" The doctor greets. Huntrix moves out of the van before dragging Orpheus out by his feet. With the calf of his right leg still hurting, he stubbles to stand up. "You must be Orpheus Jones." The doctor approaches. "I'm Dr. Norman Love, head of Kane Hill Asylum." "Why'd you send me here?" Orpheus asks Huntrix. "The same reason why anyone comes here, to be well." Dr. Love smiles, putting his hand on Orpheus's shoulder. "We just want to help you with this personal crisis you're going through so you can..." "Can the bullshit." Orpheus interrupts with defiance. "I don't know why I'm sent to the looney bin but I know it's not over the concern of my mental health." "Well, then. I thought we could be civil about this, but..." Dr. Love gives a forward gesture. Two of the orderlies near Orpheus grabs his arms. His efforts to pull himself free are fruitless as he is forcefully guided close to Dr. Love. Orpheus growls from the second of pain from the syringe stabbing into his neck by Dr. Love. "What...did you...?" Orpheus's eyes rolls up as his consciousness slips away before finishing his question. "Goodbye Mr. Jones. Enjoy your trip to veggieville." Dr. Love withdraws the syringe. "Take him to Exam Room 3." Huntrix watches the semi-conscious Orpheus be carried off to the asylum by the two of the ten orderlies, still remaining with Dr. Love and the purple-haired nurse, causing her to suspect. "If we're done here, we'll be on our way." Huntrix states. "Before you leave, we need to discuss a few things." Dr. Love states. As Dr. Love walks to Huntrix, the nurse walks beside him, smiling to her, which she finds the smile as comforting as the doctor's. "What about?" Huntrix asks. "I'm sure that Lady J told you we need to be discreet about this whole incident with Orpheus." Dr. Love states. "Yes, she told me." Huntrix confirms. "Did she tell you any specifics, like why she wanted him?" Dr. Love inquires, casually side-stepping from the nurse. "No, she didn't. I didn't ask." Huntrix keeping her eyes on the curiously wandering doctor. "Has to do something with some blond chick." Dr. Love stills himself, looking at Fifi. Huntrix notices the uneasiness from her sub as the doctor looks her over with his smile growing more unsettling, making his intentions so blatantly obvious. "So only you and your...associate know about this?" Dr. Love asks. Before Huntrix answers to assure Dr. Love, she realizes the doctor's odd behavior could be serving as a distraction for the nurse at her side. Her blindside. She quickly turns her head to see another syringe filled with a strange red-orange liquid inches away from her neck, held by Nurse Hazy. She grabs the nurse's wrist tight, preventing the needle from pricking her. "It's a double-cross." Huntrix yells. "Take them both down!" Dr. Love panics and orders the orderlies. As he scampers from Huntrix and Fifi, the orderlies pull out charged shock batons, advancing on them. Seeing an orderly with a baton charging to her, Huntrix pushes Nurse Hazy to collide with the side of the van and fall to the ground. She dodges the baton trusted at her, grabbing the orderly's wrist and delivering an elbow to his face as she takes the baton and zaps him in the stomach, rendering him unconscious. Huntrix hurries to assist Fifi, who has already defeated one orderly with her two collapsible batons but doesn't spot the orderly behind her. Huntrix calls out to warn her but helplessly watches her loyal sub get hit with a shock baton on her ass. The orderly smugly snickers, pressing his baton harder on Fifi's flesh as she drops to the ground. Rage takes hold of Huntrix, charging to the snickering asshole. Two more orderlies intervene to stop her. An action they regret after one orderly is stabbed in the knee by the Huntrix's steel heel and his other knee zapped and the other orderly kicked hard in the chest and have his arm broken. The snickering orderly stopped snickering as the vengeful Huntrix rushes to him. Scared, he swings the baton on the off-chance he might successfully take her down. Huntrix intercepts and grabs his wrist, twisting it to move his baton away from her. "I'm sorry." He pathetically apologizes. Huntrix responds by thrusting the shock baton into his crouch, causing him to scream with immense pain. "Karma's a bitch." Huntrix says. "So am I." After a few seconds of inflicting her justifiable electric torture, Huntrix pulls the baton away and with strength and speed, swings it hard against his head, knocking him to the ground. Armed with two batons, Huntrix turns her focus back to the field of battle, where three remaining orderlies stand ready to fight with Dr. Love behind them. "It's not too late to surrender." Dr. Love exclaims. "When I'm done with the rest of your goons," Huntrix holds up one of the batons. "I'm going to shove this so far up your ass your tonsils will be electrified." "The first one who takes that bitch down gets two hours with his choice of doll." Dr. Love announces. With an instant surge of motivation, the last three orderlies rushes to Huntrix. The baton-wielding orderly closest to her lunges his electric weapon at her stomach but is swiftly block by the baton in her left hand, lunging the baton in her right hand on his chest to shock him unconscious. But the baton fails to do so. Figuring that baton is damaged and unpowered, Huntrix gives a fast sidekick to the orderly's chest. As that orderly falls on his back, the second to last order runs in to take his place, winding up to swing his baton. Huntrix ducks and successfully dodges the baton, swinging her damaged baton to his knee, breaking the baton and the kneecap. Huntrix stands up as the last orderly has his shock baton but seem reluctant to attack. Deciding to use her own weapons, she drops the broken baton and pulls out her whip from under her coat. With a single flick, the whip gives a painful snap on the orderly's hand, knocking his baton from his hold. "Don't run now." Huntrix boasts, winding up for another flick of her whip. "I'm saving the best for last." Suddenly, her arm is struck by a shock baton, inducing the electrically-induced pain, causing her to let go of her whip. Huntrix dazedly pulls herself from the baton but has lost all feeling and control of her arm. She turns to see Nurse Hazy from behind, holding a shock baton and a grudge. The nurse lunges the baton between Huntrix's round breasts, inducing more pain. Huntrix summons all the will she can muster to grab the shaft of the baton. "Go down, you bitch!" Nurse Hazy yells. Huntrix's efforts to pull the baton from her are hampered by a second shock baton to her shoulder from behind by an orderly. She falls on her knees but she fights through the pain to stay conscious. But a third baton to her back becomes too much for her, causing her to lose consciousness before falling to the ground. * * * * * * Huntrix lifts her head up as she forces her eyes open. Her wrists are in manacles attached to the spreader bar above her head, her ankles are shackled to another spreader bar chained to the floor, keeping her legs widely apart with her feet a foot above the cold cement floor, as well as been stripped out of her clothes. Naked, spread-eagled and hanging from the high ceiling of a wide and brightly-lit room with blue tiled walls, Huntrix discovers other naked women in the room with her. Some shackled to the walls, some hanging from the ceiling in the same way and with the same tools of restraint as her. Off to her side, Huntrix spots a naked black girl with long curly hair lying face-down on the stretcher with her wrists and ankles in restraints. On the right cheek of the girl's fully-shaped ass, Huntrix spots a familiar HX tattoo. "Fifi?" Huntrix calls. "Fifi, are you okay?" Fifi raises her head to look at her mistress, revealing the ball gag harness fastens to her head. "What the fuck's going on?" Huntrix angrily asks. "So you're finally awake now." Dr. Love walks into Huntrix's sight, accompanied by his loving slave petgirl with her arms wrapped around the arm of her master. Huntrix is surprised by the way this petite girl's cat-motif attire. After Dr. Love stands in front of Huntrix, petgirl lowers herself to kneel close to him, wrapping her arm around his leg like a loyal pet. "I guess you're wondering where you are." Dr. Love smugly grins. "If I had to guess, I'm in the Doll Factory." Huntrix says. "Ah, yeah." Dr. Love's grin disappears as he lost his chance of a dramatic presentation. "I knew the Doll Factory wasn't just a rumor, that it's something in Plutopolis, but I never suspected it be at Kane Hill Asylum." Huntrix proudly states. "Am I right?" "Think you're clever, huh?" Dr. Love sneers. "Can you figure out why you're here?" "Actually, I'm thinking about what Lady J is going to do to you when she finds out about this." Huntrix retorts. "Lady J already knows." Dr. Love's smug grin returns. "She told me as soon as Jones was secured I was to confide you and your girlfriend here. I guess she didn't want to pay you." "I should have known the price was too good to be true." Huntrix utters. * * * * * * "This place is fucked up." Orpheus says, leaving the makeshift theatre with Nurse Hazy in tow and proceeding down the corridor. "So the things they say about the Doll Factory are true? Women getting brainwashed into sex slaves?" "We call them slave-dolls." Nurse Hazy explains. "First, the girls are taken to Processing, where they're stripped and checked over for tattoos or other imperfections, sometimes they're scheduled for cosmetic surgery like a nose job, boob job, liposuction, tattoo removal. After that, they're taken to Orientation." "Was that what we just saw?" Orpheus thumbs to the room they left. "No, that was Conditioning." Nurse Hazy clarifies. "In Orientation, the girls are stripped of their identities." "How can you do that?" "By some very radial but effective techniques Dr. Love devised." "You mean torture." "Effective none the less, leaving their minds in a blank slate so they can spend a few weeks watching the custom-made porno you just saw in their first part of their conditioning before they're taught certain skills like how to suck cock, give a hand job, what to say to your master during sex. Also, skills in cooking, cleaning and whatever the client wants." "Was Angel sent here?" "Oh, yes, Angel." Nurse Hazy smiles. "The one that got away." "So she escaped? How?" "Let me show you." With her arm still in Orpheus's grip, Nurse Hazy leads him down the corridor to an open door. Orpheus stops the nurse as two orderlies leaves the room, each taking a gurney with them in the opposite direction. After the orderlies were out of sight, Nurse Hazy is the first to enter the room Orpheus behind her to shut the door. The room is similar to the exam room Orpheus woke up in. At the corner of the room, he spots black burn marks on the wall, indicating there was a small fire some time ago. Noise from the other side of the room causes him to shift his sight to the two females restrain to their hospital beds, both prevented to talk with ball gags in their mouths. One has red hair in long braids and full-figured in grey stretch pants and a large pink t-shirt with a denim vest and running shoes. The girl next to her is slightly slender in a sleeveless black hoodie, tightly-worn faded blue jeans and black suede thigh-high lace-up boots. With the hood over her head, only the lower half of her face can be seen. "What's this room for?" Orpheus questions. "Sometimes a girl won't be easy to break as the others so they're sent here for more drastic procedures." Nurse Hazy answers. "What? Like shock treatment?" "Yeah, and if that doesn't work, they get lobotomized." "Fucking sick." Orpheus pushes the nurse to the bed with the girl with the red braids. "Get her out of that." Orpheus orders. As Nurse Hazy starts with the straps of the ankles, Orpheus unfastens the ball gag. "Don't scream. I'm here to help." Orpheus assures. Pulling the harness from the red-braided girl, Orpheus spots an LP tattoo on her neck. "You're with the Lost Princesses, aren't you?" Orpheus asks. "Yeah." The big and beautiful Lost Princess answers. "I'm Zelda, that's Jaz over there." Orpheus looks to the girl at the next bed, fighting against her restraints, demanding to be freed through her ball gag. "Yeah, I'll be with you in a moment." Orpheus assures. * * * * * * Angel keeps her arms steady leaning against on a brick wall with her back arched as she bares the discomfort from the electro butt plug slowly being pulled out of her ass by Felicity. "It's out." Felicity says. "Oh, thank god." Angel utters as she straightens her back and turns around to lean on the wall for a moment to recuperate. "I couldn't run another block with that in me." After running six blocks without encountering a single person, the alley they hide in provides them with a chance to rest and some safety but only temporally. Since the body harness of PVC straps and O-rings Angel wears give absolutely no protection from the elements, the shivering cold night air takes her mind off her stretched sphincter but not of her current predicament. "So now what?" Felicity asks, holding the butt plug by the base away from her. "We're free from Lady J now but our problems are far from over." Before answering, Angel walks to Felicity, grabs the electric anal torture device and with a short grunt throws it against the opposite wall of the alley. Sparks fly in impact, breaking it into several useless pieces. "We keep running." Angel turns to Felicity. "Maybe we can find some shelter for the night." "Keep running? Dressed like this?" Felicity gestures to the open breast chain harness she wears. "We're more likely to get raped than find shelter." "You can stay here and freeze if you want. I know I'll have no trouble hitching a lift." Angel states as she storms off. "But where will you go?" Felicity asks before chasing after Angel. Angel says nothing as she turns a corner of the alley to a back driveway between buildings with Felicity calling out behind her. A steel door near Angel swings open. Angel and Felicity both stop, worried their luck has ended. A woman with muscular tattooed arms and blond crew cut hair in a pink muscle shirt and black jeans pushes a brick against the door to prevent it from closing before walking out with a full bag of garbage. The crew cut woman walks to a nearby garbage bin. She notices the pseudo-dressed Angel and Felicity, but doesn't react with surprise as the two expected, instead she smiles at them, continuing to the bin. "Let me guess, you two went out for a smoke and got locked out." The butch fem surmises. "Ah, yeah." Angel answers with a smile. "I'm so embarrassed." "Good way for the both of you to get raped." The butch fem drops the garbage bag in the bin. "Come on back inside before you both catch cold." Angel and Felicity walk close to each other as they walk to the open door leading to a hallway. The butch follows them inside, removing the brick to shut the door. "I'm Cherish by the way." Cherish introduces herself. "I don't think I've seen you two here before. This your first time at the Stonecutter?" "Yes, our first time." Angel truthfully states. Angel and Felicity walk down the hall with Cherish behind them. Music and chatter is heard as they get closer to the end. They become surprised as they walk into the common area in what looks like at first glance to be a nightclub but as they walk further, they discover the people are all woman, wearing various leather and latex fetish wear. Angel stops to let a tall woman in a leather open breast corset with matching pants and above-knee boots walk pass her, pulling at the leash of the collar of a petite girl in a green latex catsuit. Felicity nearly bumps into a woman wearing a leather bustier and g-string, carelessly not watching in front of her as she chitchats with a woman in a leather halter top and miniskirt. It becomes obvious to them that their new-found shelter the Stonecutter to be a lesbian leather bar. "Well," says Felicity. "at least we blend in." * * * * * * "Holy shit, we're in Kane Hill Asylum and the Doll Factory?" Zelda asks, undoing Jaz's restraints. "Yeah." Orpheus answers, standing behind Zelda. "Are you saying you weren't admitted here?" "Fuck, no." Zelda replies. "We were walking down Porter Street when a van pulled up and a bunch of guys attacked us. We tried to fight them off but they chloroformed us, then we woke up here as you found us." Free from the restraints, Jaz jumps off the bed. She avoids looking at Orpheus as she unstraps the ball gag. Orpheus pays no mind to the less-then-friendly Jaz and turns back to the more sociable Zelda. "Porter Street. That's near Mariner Park." Orpheus says. "Is your turf close to there?" "Mariner Park is our turf." Jaz speaks, dropping the ball gag harness on the floor. "You must be a good swimmer." Orpheus turns to the snide Nurse Hazy restrained to the bed Zelda occupied before. He walks back to the nurse and leans over her. "Why'd you bring me here?" Orpheus questions. "Because, bright boy, we brought your girlfriend here." Nurse Hazy explains. "She was a real tough nut to crack at Orientation so Dr. Love thought a few jolts would soften her up." "Wait, hang on a minute." Orpheus scans the room. "Where is the shock treatment machine?" "The ECT machine used to be over there," Nurse Hazy points her chin to the far corner with the burn marked walls. "before it exploded." "Exploded? How?" "I don't know. I'm not an electrician. We had her strapped in and the electrodes on her but halfway through the procedure the machine suddenly exploded, killing a nurse and two orderlies. Then the shit really hit the fan, first there were power surges and electrical accidents throughout the entire asylum, then the patients got free and started a riot. By the time we regained control, your girlfriend was nowhere to be found." "So she escaped." Orpheus says. "Good for her." "I didn't remember hearing about a riot happening here." Zelda steps in the conversation. "Of course not, chubby." Nurse Hazy surly snaps. "You think Boss Creeg would let the press or the police anywhere near this operation with money we make him." "Boss Creeg?" Zelda's mouth drops. "Oh, fuck. We so need to get out of here." Jaz walks pass Zelda to the other side of the bed from Orpheus. The hooded gang girl holds the pointy end of an orbitoclast instrument close to the nurse's face. "Why did you kidnap us?" Jaz interrogates. "Supply and demand." Nurse Hazy divulges from fear. "Sometimes we fall short on patients, so we send some of our orderlies out to the streets so we can fill our quotas. Runaways, junkies, homeless, whatever they can find." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 17 "And what were you gonna do to us?" Jaz moves the orbitoclast to Nurse Hazy's eye. "Use this to poke at their brains until we became your sex puppets?" "No, I swear we don't lobotomize anymore." Nurse Hazy spills. "We were going to inject you with Crazy Town before sending you to Processing." "Crazy Town? What the fuck is that?" Jaz asks. "Okay, that's enough." Orpheus steps in and reaches for Jaz. Jaz defensively aims the orbitoclast at Orpheus, who stops his approach. "Back off, Anarchist." Jaz threatens. "You helped us get free but don't think for a fucking second you can tell me want to do." "Jaz, we still need to get out of here." Zelda cautions. Jaz maintains her stance with the orbitoclast on Orpheus. Even with the upper half of her face covered in the shadow of her hood, Orpheus can see the hatred on her face clearly as he sees her nose ring. "Fine." Jaz backs away, lowering her weapon. "Any ideas how to get out of this shithole?" Orpheus steps close to Nurse Hazy. "How do we get out of here?" "Why should I tell you?" Nurse Hazy asks. "You're gonna tell me," Orpheus points to Jaz. "or you're gonna tell her." Jaz takes a step forward, raising the lobotomy instrument. "Okay, okay then." Nurse Hazy quickly yields. "All the doors are locked at night and even if you got the key from the security office, you'll trip an alarm that will bring twenty orderlies armed with shock batons on your ass." "What about the main foyer?" Orpheus inquires. "Sure, if the guard at the front desk is taking his usual nap you might have a chance to get away. Assuming you don't get spotted along the way." Nurse Hazy informs. "But on the bright side, you'll have a few less orderlies to deal with, thanks to Huntrix." "What are you talking about?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? Huntrix is locked up down here. Soon as she delivered you here, Dr. Love turned on her and her girlfriend. She put up a good fight but I managed to subdue her. She's in Processing right now." "Whoa, the Huntrix brought you here?" Zelda asks. "You have one hell of a social circle." "Why's she here?" Orpheus continues. "Lady J told him to keep her under wraps. Don't know the specifics." Orpheus ponders on the new situation with Huntrix. At first thought, he thinks of just leaving her at the mercy of those who betrayed her in the Doll Factory but because she was betrayed, his enemies are now her enemies which could be benefit Orpheus in not only escaping from the asylum but also in helping him find Angel. "Jaz, where'd you find that pointy thing?" Orpheus questions. "That cabinet over there." Jaz states. "It's got sedatives, needles, scalpels, handcuffs." "At least we have weapons now." Zelda says. "If we can't sneak out, we'll have to fight our way out." "But the three of us are still outnumbered." Jaz argues. "No, there's another approach we haven't considered." Orpheus says with a small smile. * * * * * * "Where is it?" Lady J asks herself as she searches the pockets of her jacket, running down the dark and abandoned Sylvia Street. Lady J desperately searches for her cell phone, only to produce her switchblade and a dime bag of cocaine. She thinks back to her last call to Dr. Love, usually she would just slide it back in her jacket, then she recalls when Felicity stopped with her jumping jacks...she placed it on the hood of her limo. "Fuck me." Lady J curses herself. Lady J slows down and looks behind her for any signs of her pursuers. Finding no one after her, she looks around from the empty streets to the surrounding buildings for the deadly pair of ninjas. Lady J is certain that the Swans of Death haven't simply let her go, especially now that they know of her involvement in the destruction of Little Tokyo. From what she knows about the twin assassins, Lady J surmises they are purposely staying out of sight to lure her into a false sense of safety before striking. Something she would do. Not falling for the deception and not intimidated, Lady J keeps watch behind her as she scurries down the sidewalk. Suddenly, a strong arm from behind her forcefully wraps around her neck, pressing against her throat. A strong hand tightly claps over her mouth. Immediately, Lady J struggles to pull herself free, as the man holding pulls her back into an alley. "Stop fighting or I'll kill you!" The attacker threatens. Unable to free herself, Lady J stops resisting, hoping for an opportunity will come. In the alley, two more men are waiting for her, sadistically grinning. One man has curly dirty blond hair with an average build, wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt and jogging pants. The man next to him is shorter, with short black hair and mustache in a parka vest over a brown sweat shirt and blue jeans. The man holding on to Lady J is taller and more muscular than the other two, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It becomes obvious to Lady J that she is unfortunate to have been taken by a rape gang. "It's not safe to walk these streets alone." The man in the muscle shirt says. "Especially dressed like that." "Let's see what kind of panties she's wearing." The man in the parka vest says. Terrified of the possibility of getting gang-raped, Lady J tries to think her way out of her situation. She stops resisting and relaxes her body as the muscle shirt wearing leader of the rape gang steps to her and pulls her latex skirt up to expose her landing strip of reddish-brown pubic hair. "Walking around at this time of night with no panties, it's like you want to get raped." Muscle Shirt says. Lady J starts to laugh through the hand over her mouth, much to their surprise. Muscle Shirt looks into her eyes, usually he would see fear or begging for mercy in his victims eyes, but he doesn't see that in Lady J's eyes. "Don't scream." Muscle Shirt commands. The strong hand is removed from Lady J's mouth, uncovering the grin on her face. "Don't you want me to scream?" Lady J asks, looking over Muscle Shirt. "So, you guys want to fuck me one at a time or all together?" "I want us to fuck you?" Parka Vest asks. "Oh, god, yes I do." Lady J exclaims. "I forgot to take my meds today and when that happens, I need to get laid so bad. Usually, I'd find some guy at a bar but imagine my luck to find three cocks to fuck me. I've never been fucked in an alley before." The rape gang is at a loss for words, flabbergasted by the willingness their victim and their luck to find someone horny, and maybe mentally unstable, practically throwing herself at them. "Well, come on, guys. My husband's probably looking for me already." Lady J goads. "Let her go." Muscle Shirt eagerly orders. The second the arms releases Lady J, she takes the rape gang leader's head to kisses him fully on his mouth as she pushes him back to the wall of the alley. He feels her hand pawing at his erection poking through his jogging pants. No one pays attention to her other hand in her jacket pocket. "I'm going to do you first." Lady J honestly states as she ejects her switchblade. * * * * * * In the Processing room of the Doll Factory, Dr. Love looks over the Huntrix's clothes and equipment on a wide metal table. Usually, clothes from the slave-dolls-to-be would be sent in a cardboard office box to the employee's lounge for the staff to rummage through and take home what they like. A nurse would get a skirt or a tube top while a doctor or orderly would get undergarments like a g-string or panties. But Dr. Love ponders to keep Huntrix's clothes, maybe display them in his office along with the whip and grapple gun, unless he can sell them at a good price. He decides to make his decision later and resumes his evaluation of the imprisoned naked women in the room for any cosmetic surgery. With two of the twenty women left, Dr. Love has already assigned seven breast enhancements, eleven liposuctions, three nose jobs, four dental surgeries, six labiaplastys and eight tattoo removals to rid them of their imperfections to would hinder their value. Dr. Love moves on the next captive candidate which is Fifi restrained to a stretcher. He draws a circle around the HX tattoo on her ass with a blue felt marker. Fifi growls through her ball gag, struggling to pull herself free from her restraints. Dr. Love ceases her insubordination with a smack on her defenseless ass. "Behave yourself, you little bitch." Dr. Love orders. "You should be glad I'm having this tattoo removed, you'll be worth more that way. Mind you, when I undressed you, I thought maybe your tits could go up a cup size." "You disgusting pig shit of a man!" Dr. Love turns around to the naked and spread eagled Huntrix, hanging from the ceiling. As pleasing as it to watch the bounty hunter's magnificent muscled body helplessly bound, the sight of his personal slave-doll petgirl knelling between Huntrix's parted thighs to perform oral sex causes his hard on to return. "I take it you don't approve with what I do." Dr. Love smiles. "Turning women into brainwashed sex slaves? No, I don't." Huntrix sneers, trying to ignore the mouth sucking her pussy. "I don't see it like that. I mean look around you." Dr. Love presents. "Manic-depressives, paranoid schizophrenics, bi-polar disorders, addicts. I'm giving these women a purpose, I'm making them better companions and lovers." "Like what you did to her?" Huntrix looks down on petgirl, still licking at her labia. "Of course." Dr. Love proudly answers. "Before becoming a slave-doll, petgirl here was a complete mess, ugly, frigid, sexually incompetent. Now, she's one of my best products." "Products?" Huntrix repeats. "You talk about her like she's an appliance." "I prefer to think of her as a work of art, like the Mona Lisa or the Statue of David." Dr. Love justifies. "So..send her to...the Aparo Museum of...Ostentatiously Distinct Art." Huntrix retorts between heavy sighs. Huntrix tries to summon the will to resist the incoming orgasm caused by the amazingly skilled mouth of petgirl, but fighting against her desires only makes the orgasm overtake her faster and stronger as she feels her body betraying her. She is unable to prevent her body from quivering and just as powerless to stop herself from letting out a brief scream from her climax. Huntrix's head falls forward. "That's enough, petgirl. Come over here." Dr. Love orders. "Yes, Master." petgirl obeys with a smile, standing up and walks to the doctor. "Thank you for having petgirl eat her pussy, Master. Her juices were tasty." Huntrix opens her eyes to witness Dr. Love give petgirl a slap across the face. The slap caused petgirl to face away from her master for a moment, she faces him again, still smiling as if the slap never happened. "What took you so long?" Dr. Love disapprovingly questions. "I told you to go down on her while I evaluated the other sluts here. You should have made her cum twice by the time I got to her." "petgirl is sorry, Master." petgirl apologizes as her smile fades away. "petgirl did the best she could." Dr. Love grabs petgirl's hair and pulls his slave-doll to him. He forces his mouth onto hers for a deep tongue-probing kiss, tasting Huntrix's lingering fluids in her mouth. "Hmmm, a bit pungent." Dr. Love states after breaking the kiss. "Do you wish to punish petgirl, Master?" petgirl asks as her smile returns. "Unbelievable." Huntrix utters. Dr. Love looks to Huntrix, already recovered from her post-orgasm daze, looking at him with more contempt. He let go of petgirl's hair, lowering his hand to her ass. "She is, isn't she?" Dr. Love says. "Loving, loyal, obedient and most importantly, can fuck like a high-class hooker. The perfect sex-slave." "By stripping her of her free will." Huntrix criticizes. "You must have been absent at med school when they were teaching medical ethics." "I've always thought medical ethics was subject to interpretation." Dr. Love explains. "And as for free will, only a select few are strong enough to earn the privilege of the use of free will while everyone else simply follows. Isn't that right, petgirl?" "Yes, Master." petgirl agrees. "And you just let him slap you around?" Huntrix directly questions petgirl. The cat-motif slave-doll tilts her head to the side as she looks at Huntrix, then looks to Dr. Love. "Go ahead, answer her." Dr. Love permits. "Whenever petgirl fails to do what she is told, petgirl gets punished." petgirl explains. "With every punishment, petgirl learns from her mistakes and becomes a better sex-slave for her owner." "Something you can understand, Huntrix. After all, don't you have slaves at your home?" Dr. Love steps in. "Like this black beauty with the nice booty over here." Dr. Love gestures to Fifi. "Too bad Lady J decided to kill off the other one, I hear she would have been easy to break." "Cici's dead?" Huntrix shockingly asks. "Lady J killed her. WHY!? Why's she doing this?" "I'd be more concerned about what awaits you in Orientation." Dr. Love walks to Huntrix with a smug grin. "You should know the orderlies you knocked around have volunteered to help with your training." The doctor places his hands on Huntrix's hips before sliding them down to the impressively firm muscles of her ass. One hand moves up to her taut abdomen, rising up to her sternum and roughly grabs and kneads one of her breasts. "Normally, our clientele would pay for a slave-doll that wouldn't put up a fight like you could, but you might bring in money from underground fighting, maybe even the Bloodrome." Dr. Love states while ogling. Dr. Love's hands-on examination is interrupted by the loud noises from outside the room through the open door. Usually, the Doll Factory is quiet at this time of night but the unrecognizable noises grow louder, prompting the doctor to investigate. "Wait here." Dr. Love orders petgirl as he strides to the door. Outside the Processing room, Dr. Love stands at a wide hallway, looking for the source of the noise. He spots three orderlies turning a distant corner of the hall, running to him. But the one orderly running slower than the other two is jumped by two naked women, forcing him to the floor and savagely beating him. Dr. Love is shocked to watch more women chasing after the two terrified orders running for their live. But they are overrun and attacked by the horde of furious naked/half naked women. "Oh, shit." Dr. Love utters with horror. "Hey, doc." A voice behind him says. Dr. Love turns to see Orpheus standing in front of him, accompanied by Zelda and Jaz. "Remember me, asshole?" Orpheus asks, followed with a punch. * * * * * * A pool of blood trails from the alley on to the sidewalk. Lotus and Lily stand cautiously near the alley before entering with their swords ready. They notice a man in a muscle shirt lying to the ground in his own blood, holding on to his blood spurting crouch. "Please, help me." Muscle Shirt reaches out as he begs. "I need to go to a hospital." The Twin Swans walks pass the wounded rapist without a word, proceeding further into the alley. "Please, I'm dying here." Muscle Shirt begs. "I have a wife and a kid at home." The Swans discovers the body of a man in a parka vest, dead from the stab wound at his jugular vein. Nearing the end of the alley, they find another dead body. A man in a hoodie with multiple stab wounds to the stomach. They maintain their vigilance as they enter a laneway between buildings. Across the laneway from the sisters is Lady J, leaning against a wall with her blood stained blade in her right hand. Her left arm is pressed across her stomach to cover a wound or help recover from a punch. The Twin Swans walk shoulder-to-shoulder as they approach the wounded Lady J. "Listen, just listen." Lady J pleads. "Boss Creeg is the one you want. He's responsible for Little Tokyo." "Fine, then." The Swan on the right says. "We will kill him next after we are done with you." "Wait a minute, wait a minute." Lady J squats down on her knee and slowly places her switchblade on the ground. She holds her open palm up to the Swan to show she's unarmed, still on her knee. "I can help you two find Creeg. All I ask is you let be there when you kill him." "We can find Creeg without your help." The Swan on the left states. "Maybe, but can you get to him without dealing with his security force. You wouldn't get within a mile of him before he's alerted." Lady J informs. "I can show you how you can sneak behind his defenses without him knowing." "Why should we trust you?" The right Swan asks. "Well, we're all women here, aren't we?" Lady J reasons. "We all know what it's like to be in a highly-competitive business such as ours, especially with so many men to deal with." "If you think some female solidarity speech will absolve you of your sins, you can forget about it." The left Swan declares. "Oh, come on now, ladies." Lady J assert through her smile, appearing somewhat smug. "Even if I did what you think I did, and I'm not saying I did, can you honestly say you wouldn't do the same thing if our situations were reversed?" "Our situations could never be reversed." The right Swan is angered and steps to Lady J, lowering herself to face her. "We would always face our enemy, not deceive a gang of bikers to attack them and..." With the Swan close enough, Lady J quickly pulls her left hand from under her jacket and opens it to blow the cocaine in her palm directly at the ninja assassin's face. "MY EYES!" The Swan yells, backing away as she feels her eyes go numb. The blinded lady ninja clumsily stumbles into her sister rushing to her aide. Lady J takes advantage of the distraction by taking her switchblade and rises to her feet to plunge the blade into the side of the upper abdomen of the second Swan. The Swan feels her body going into shock as she watches the blade be pulled out of her wound, allowing blood to seep. She presses her hand on the wound to prevent any more bleeding. The stabbed Swan drops her sword before falling on her knees. Lady J backs away from the defeated ninja, turning to run down the laneway, escaping from her attackers. "Next time." The bleeding Swan calls out. * * * * * * Still dazed by the punch, Dr. Love falls to the floor near Huntrix and petgirl. His senses return to him as he looks up to see Orpheus walking to him with Zelda and Jaz behind him. petgirl hurries to her master's side, kneeling next to him to comfort him. But the doctor doesn't notice his slave-doll, being alarmed to the sight of Orpheus standing over him in a white coat. "It's not possible." Dr. Love appalls. "You should be a blathering basket case by now." Orpheus leers at Dr. Love with silent, smoldering scorn "So this is Processing." Orpheus says, looking around the room. "I thought it would be bigger." Orpheus is momentarily distracted by the detained naked women shackled or spread-eagled throughout the room. He feels revolted by the cruel and sexually sadistic treatment of these women, and somewhat guilty for the erection forming in his pants. "Get these girls free." Orpheus says to the two Lost Princesses. "We need more bodies for our break-out party." Orpheus looks to Dr. Love, still on the floor, and unsmilingly points to him. "Stay put. We're not done here." Zelda and Jaz tend to the women while Orpheus saunters to Huntrix. His erection gets harder, he can't help but admire the rippling muscles of the raven-mane amazon in her glorious nude, hanging from a spreader bar above her. Orpheus wills himself to directly look into Huntrix's eyes as he stands in front of the captured bounty hunter, as well as ignore his erection. Huntrix appears nonchalant looking down to Orpheus, noticing his hard on immediately. "Hi there." Orpheus crosses his arms and smiles. "We need to talk and since you're not going anywhere, you should just listen..." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 17 "Oh, let me guess." Huntrix interrupts with a blatant tone of condescension. "Because Lady J, the bitch that sent you here also stab me in the back, you think we should work together to escape and find her, which would be the condition of you setting my free from this and thusly ending your proposal with some lame proverb like 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Am I right?" "Well, yeah. I was going to lead with the proverb but other than that you're right." Orpheus humbly admits. "Do we have a deal?" "Sure." Huntrix reluctantly agrees. "I know only you're going along with this so I'll free you and I will because you'll want to go after Lady J and I'm definitely coming along." "Because if I find Lady J, I'd be helping you find your girlfriend." "Yeah, if anyone can find Lady J it's you. And don't think you can just ditch me after we escape. You'll find that chasing after me was a lot easier than getting rid of me." "I'll certainly try." "I'd ask to shake hands to seal the deal but..." Orpheus shrugs with a haughty smile as he turns and walks away. "Zelda, this one next." Orpheus moves back to Dr. Love, still on the floor, whispering in the ear of the kneeling petgirl. Without stopping his pace, Orpheus grabs the doctor by his coat, pulling him up to his feet and pushed against the tiled wall between two shackled women. "Why was Angel sent here?" Orpheus interrogates, holding the doctor back to the wall by his collar. "I don't know who you're talking about." Dr. Love denies. Orpheus punches Dr. Love in the stomach, keeping his back to the wall to prevent from doubling over. "You damn well know who I'm talking about." Orpheus asserts. "The blond who escaped after you gave her shock therapy." "If you know what's good for you, you'll forget that blond bitch and leave town." Dr. Love gruntingly says. Orpheus sends another punch to the stomach, this time he lets Dr. Love fall over on his hands and knees, gasping to breath. Orpheus squats down near the doctor, grabs his ponytail to force his head up. "I want answers. NOW!" Orpheus demands. "Do you have any fucking idea what you're doing?" Dr. Love questions with nervous laughter. "You don't, do you, you stupid punk? You know nothing about her. About all this." "Maybe I should take to Orientation so you can stop fucking stonewalling me." Orpheus threatens. "Wait, I have a deal for you." Dr. Love holds his palm up to Orpheus. "If you give up on Angel, I'll give you petgirl." Dr. Love points to the still kneeling petgirl. "petgirl, come here." "Yes, Master." petgirl stands up and casually walk over to Orpheus and her owner. "Beautiful, ain't she. My best slave-doll ever." Dr. Love presents. "Turn around, petgirl. Let him look at your ass." "Yes, Master." petgirl complies, tuning around to show her naked backside, arching her back to protrude her ass with her hands on her hips. "Look at that ass. The best ass money can buy." Dr. Love continues. "And she's also great in the sack. One night with her and you'll forget all about Angel. Isn't that right, petgirl?" "Yes, Master." petgirl looks back, smiling. "petgirl is an excellent slut." Orpheus is practically hypnotized not only by petgirl's impressive physical attributes or her friendly smile but her calm and oddly submissive demeanor. Never before did he ever believe the woman in front of him, a fantasy made real, would ever exist. His observation of petgirl intensifies as she slowly turns around at her master's order, showing her front side. Orpheus's eyes locks on to her hairless pussy, not a stubble to be seen on her perfect, smooth caramel skin. As Orpheus begins to wonder how her nipples would feel to his tongue, he feels a sudden growth from his erection. Orpheus snaps back to his main objectives from the distracting allure of petgirl. He turns his sight back to Dr. Love, who now holds the syringe of Crazy Town. Orpheus reactively jumps back away from the doctor. Standing at outside of striking distance, Orpheus checks the pocket of the white coat where the syringe he took from Nurse Hazy would be, only to find it empty. Realizing Dr. Love carefully lifted the syringe when Orpheus was foolish gazing upon petgirl like a hormone-driven teenager. Huntrix, freed by Zelda, stands ready to act as does Jaz while five women set free hesitate, being more concern to find something to wear. "You think you can dose me for a second time with that shit?" Orpheus pulls off the white coat, raising his fists. "You stupid asshole." Dr. Love sneers, holding the syringe up. "You've ruined everything." Orpheus takes a step back, ready to countermine Dr. Love's imminent attack. He takes a quick glance to Huntrix and Zelda, hoping they are willing to assist him. If so, he has a good chance to disarm Dr. Love. petgirl stands where Orpheus last saw her, still smiling. Orpheus surmises if petgirl would help Dr. Love, Huntrix could easily subdue her. But Orpheus finds his strategy plan unnecessary as Dr. Love stabs the needle into his neck, injecting the psychotropic. "What the fuck?" Orpheus utters with surprise. Dr. Love grins at Orpheus as he pulls the syringe from neck, dropping it on the floor. The doctor drops to his knees, breathing rapidly. Confused with what he just seen, Orpheus slowly approaches Dr. Love. "Why the hell did you do that?" Orpheus questions. Dr. Love gives an ominous chuckle as his eyes rolls up. He falls on the floor, looking up and softly mumbling as his grip on reality slips away. petgirl walks to Dr. Love, looking down at him as she stands near him. "Okay, I'm confused. What just happened here?" Zelda asks. "Why did he just shoot himself up?" "The fucker didn't have a sword to fall on." Huntrix answers. "What?" Zelda replies. "He didn't want to face Boss Creeg to explain how he lost his precious Doll Factory, so he decided to send himself to whatever dreamland Crazy Town would take him." Orpheus clarifies. "But he could have at least told me about Angel." Orpheus looks to petgirl. "I guess you'll be looking for a new master then." "petgirl already have a new master." petgirl smiles before walking over Dr. Love to Orpheus. "You are petgirl's master now, Master." "uhh?" A dumbfounded Orpheus grunts. "Okay, now I'm confused." Huntrix says. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 18 CHAPTER 18 "ADRIFT" Six years ago... In her pink sheer babydoll, London Bernard lies back in the middle of the bed she shares with her husband. She softly moans from the talented tongue pleasuring her between her thighs. She tosses her pink silk thong at the side when her eye catches a framed picture of her with her husband and two daughters. Thunder from the storm outside her window gives a rumbling echo throughout her bedroom. London looks to the window as lightning flashes through the glass. Rain storms have always aroused London, the louder the thunder or the raindrops, the hornier she get. Fortunately for her, the sudden thunderstorm happened just as the sex began. Also fortunate, her husband had left half-an-hour ago to take her daughters to the movies. London closes her eyes and lays her head on her pillow while more rain falls on the window, the heat from her loins along with the thunder sends her to the cusp of what could be a fantastic climax. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" London yells, clutching the bedsheets. London lets out an orgasmic scream that can be heard throughout the house. If not for the storm, the neighbors would have heard as well. As London catches her breath, the blankets covering her from the waist down rises up, allowing her to see the face of the person responsible for the satisfying oral sex, the face of her daughter's ex-boyfriend. Orpheus pushes the blankets behind him as he kneels between London's legs. London grins with the tip of her finger in her teeth, looking over the young and firm naked Orpheus and his fully-erect member, standing strongly. Still sexually restless, London quickly kneels herself up to face her lover. She wraps her arms around Orpheus's back, rewarding him with a series of passionate kisses. Her other hand slowly strokes the hard as steel cock. Feeling the firmness of Orpheus's shaft gives London a second wind of lust as her nipples harden and her pussy cries for penetration. London gives a friendly push to Orpheus, who yieldingly falls on his back. Orpheus looks up to London as she pulls her babydoll over her head. Even though the see-through babydoll left little to the imagination, Orpheus appreciated the sight of London fully naked all the same. London flings the baby aside, lowering her body and slinks over on the mattress like a cat to Orpheus. London hovers over Orpheus on her hands and knees. She starts with another bout of kisses with her 18-year-old lover. "My pussy is so wet for your cock right now." London whispers in Orpheus's ear. Orpheus closes his eyes as he feels London's lips on his earlobe, before trailing down his neck and his sternum. He gasps when London's velvety tongue teasingly licks and circles his nipple. A love bite barely below his nipple causes shivers down his spine and a few extra ounces of blood to his penis. The love bites goes further down to the middle of his abdomen, replaced by kisses halfway through. Orpheus opens his eyes and raises his head to gaze at London as she lightly wraps her digits around the base of his upward erected cock. Through the few strands of her honey blond hair over one of London's eyes, their eyes meet as she softly kisses the tip of his spear. She teases the tip with the tip of her tongue then licking the underside with the flat of her tongue before slowly taking the whole cock in her mouth. Orpheus closes his eyes again as he rests his head to savior the sensations from London's mouth orally caressing his cock. Humming with delight with every downward suction, with every lick up the shaft, with every sucking of his scrotum, with every love bite on his inner thigh. In his three-month affair with London, Orpheus experienced acts of sex he didn't know about. Less than a week after they had sex in the hot tub and later in the pool, Orpheus and London rendezvous at the Hilltop Motel, known giving anyone a room without question where in the first month of the affair London would give Orpheus the best sex ever which started with oral sex leading to regular intercourse either in the bed or the shower. In the next few visits to the motel, the sex would get more intense and more creative where Orpheus gives anal sex to her, much to both their enjoyment. At London's behest, the affair was moved from the motel to more public places. Although risky, Orpheus went along. The first public place was in a stall in the ladies room at the F-All Mart where Orpheus gave London oral sex then was rewarded by allowing him to fuck her anally. The next place was in the parking lot of Honeywell Park where London gave Orpheus a blow job in the family minivan during her daughter's soccer game. The last public place was the back alley of a restaurant where her husband's birthday party was happening. After that, Orpheus somberly voiced his concerns of the possible shame and ridicule that will fall on them if they get caught, which London reluctantly agrees to move the sex indoors. After that, Orpheus and London practiced more discretion which hindered them meeting for two weeks until one night when London were getting ready for bed, her husband offered to take the girls to the movies the next day, giving her the opportunity to reunite with her lover. The thought of making love to Orpheus in the same bed she shares with her husband invigorated her so much, she immediately had sex with him in agreement. "Oh, god, I've missed you." Orpheus coos. "Two weeks without you is just too much for me." "Really? What did you miss about me?" London inquires between licks. "The way I suck your cock? How my asshole feels when you fuck me up the ass? How my cunt feels when you're fucking me?" "I missed looking in your eyes when you suck my cock or I'm fucking you missionary style." Orpheus answers. "I missed how you always brush your hair aside. I missed how you lightly moan before you come. I missed the way you smile when you lick my balls. And I definitely missed the cute little mole on your ass." London smiles as she props herself up on her knees and moves up Orpheus's body to take his hard cock into her pussy, giving pleasure to both lovers. London arches her back and she lowers herself as she gyrates her hips to caress the cock in her cunt. Orpheus reaches to embrace London hovering over him but she grabs his wrists and aggressively forces them over his head. "All those things you missed about me, can you honestly say you miss them more than you fucking me?" London questions. Orpheus says nothing for a moment, gazing into London's eyes. He easily overpowers London, forcibly rolls himself on top of her, holding her wrists down, vigorously ramming his sex-spear in her fast and hard. London instantly surrenders to her lover. "That's it, fuck me!" London exclaims, embracing Orpheus close to her with her arms and legs. "Fuck me like you're raping me!" Orpheus growls through his teeth from the intense ejaculation and the pleasures that follow. The lovers share one final open-mouth kiss before Orpheus rolls himself off London. "Another thing I missed," Orpheus looks at London "how you glow after sex." "You think I glow?" London asks, propping herself up on her elbow to face her lover. "Like a sexy Christmas tree." Orpheus answers. London leans over to kiss the still reclining Orpheus. Her fingernails slowly and lightly scratches down Orpheus's chest. "Listen, I know you don't want to fuck in public," London reasons. "but I was hoping at the graduation ceremony, we could sneak off and have a quickie under the bleachers. I always wanted to do it under the bleachers." "You'll have to get your husband for that." Orpheus explains. "I'm not waiting for graduation. I'm getting my diploma early then I'm gonna move to Rutberg." "You're not staying for the summer before going to college?" "No, I'm spending the summer working for my Uncle Rembrandt. I'll be staying with him and his wife until I find a place of my own." "Why the sudden move?" "Well, to be honest, there's nothing keeping me here in Mariner Park. My friends at school are leaving Plutopolis, Dan's joining the army, Larry's already moved to San Francisco with his boyfriend. Also Mom and Dad are talking about moving to Florida." "Are you still taking the fine arts course so you can get your degree?" "Yeah, but I'm starting to wonder if I should bother going to classes for the next four years to be an artist when I could just be one right now." "You're not thinking on dropping out of college before you even start, are you?" London sits up and moves to kneel over Orpheus and carefully sits on his thighs. "Because you'll be missing out a major lifetime experience if you do. I had the time of my life when I was in college, the friends I made, the parties, the drugs, the sex." "How'd you find the time to graduate?" "Well, I didn't. I flunked out during my second year." "Your parents must have been disappointed." "Disappointed didn't cover it. When the dean told my parents I was failing, they drove over to confront me and when they walked in my room, they caught me having sex with my roommate and two guys from the football team. They also found my bong." "No shit?" "No. After that my parents called me a sex addict and said I needed help. So they dragged me into this stupid support group for sex addicts run by the Righteous Self Congregation. They made me feel so guilty and ashamed what I did, then convinced me I wanted to get married and have a family. That's when they introduced me to Bryon." "The RSC arranged your marriage? What century is this?" "The RSC and my parents, who keep reminding me over and over that I have a husband with a good job, a family and a lovely home in a good neighborhood. But eventually, I came to realize that I never asked for any of this. I was pushed to marry a man I never loved, have kids I never wanted and live in a house that every day feels more like a prison." "Jesus, I had no idea how hard it was for you." "That's why I think you should definitely leave Mariner Park and start a new life at college." "What about you?" "Well, when you finally settle in, you could invite me over for a little house warming party." "Or maybe," Orpheus lifts his upper body to hold London's hips. "you could just move in." "What? Move in with you?" "Yeah, why not?" "You're serious?" "Totally serious." Orpheus wraps his arms around her waist. "You have no reason to stay here so let's leave Mariner Park together." "What am I going to do in Rutberg?" London pulls herself away from Orpheus's hold. "What do you want to do?" Orpheus answers with a question. London sits on the mattress, contemplating Orpheus's proposal. "I don't think anyone has ever asked me that question." London says. "It's always been what my husband wanted or what my daughters wanted or what my parents wanted. Since that day in college, it's been always about what everybody else wanted...except me." "Okay, so what do you want?" Orpheus asks again, sitting up. London smiles at Orpheus and lays back on the bed, parting her legs to invite him. Orpheus gladly crawls over to London, moving past her legs and laying down on her body as her arms embrace him. "What I want to do when we move in...is sex." London answers before kissing Orpheus. "Lots of sex. I want sex when we woke up in the morning or in the shower, then sometime in the afternoon, maybe someplace public but not all the time, then late at night we end the day with more sex." London kisses Orpheus again, tightening her hold on him as she feels his penis twitch against her thigh. "Think you can manage that?" "Have sex with you morning, noon and night? Hell, yeah." Orpheus proudly answers. "Maybe even in between." "That's what I like to hear." London says with a hungry look. "Why don't you go to the kitchen and pour me a glass of white wine while I run us a bath. We can bounce some ideas what I'll be doing in Rutberg." "Sounds good." Orpheus agrees, lifting himself off London and off the bed. "Any ideas on what you'll be doing? For work, I mean." "I don't know. Maybe I can model nude in one of your art classes." London suggests. "I did before in my first year. I always liked the thought of being portrayed naked on a painting, becoming a work of art for everyone to see." "I would definitely like to do the portrait of you." Orpheus says, picking up his jeans from the floor. "But if you want to be paid to be naked in front of people, you could work as a stripper." "Me? A stripper?" London dismounts her bed. "You really think so?" "I'm sure a lot of guys would love a private dance from you." Orpheus pulls his jeans up his legs. "Where should I work?" London questions. "Assuming that I actually want to work as stripper." "Anywhere but the Blue Shadow. That place is a hole." Orpheus informs, zipping up. "Well, while you get my white wine, you can think of some stripper names for me." London says, walking to the ensuite bathroom. "How about...'Mila the MILF'?" Orpheus suggests before leaving the bedroom. Walking down the hall on his way to the kitchen, Orpheus stops at the door of Julie's room. He fathoms that he hasn't considered how running off with her mother would affect her. In fact, since the beginning of the affair, Orpheus hasn't given his ex-girlfriend a second thought. However, this new-found concern for Julie's feeling is dismissed by Orpheus, reckoning she will simply move on with her life the same he did after she broke up with him. Relieved of any burden of guilt, Orpheus continues down the hall to the stairway to lead him down to the foyer, where he hears to the sound of rain and wind. Orpheus hurries down the stairs to find the front door left open. Outside the door is a sight too incredibly alarming for Orpheus to look away from as he witnesses the neighborhood of Carpathian Crescent deluged in heavy rain he never seen before. He steps closer to the door. The front lawns and the road submerged in water, cars in a foot of the rain water, and rising. "London!" Orpheus calls. "You have to see this. " Orpheus runs out of the Bernard house, the water now rising to her calfs. He nears where the road should be. Thick as the rain is, he sees something from a distance behind the houses at the block down the road. Something big. A massive tidal wave heading right for him. Orpheus watches in terror the tidal wave crushes through the houses, continuing down to Carpathian Crescent. "Orpheus!" Orpheus turns to the Bernard house and London in her robe, standing at the doorway. Before he could warn her, Orpheus is hit by an overpowering wave of water, submerging him as the strong undercurrents cruelly carry him away. He holds his breath with what little oxygen he could inhale, trying gain control by swimming with the currents, avoiding to collide with a car, a lawn tractor and a garden gnome. He fights the currents to swim upward to the surface. His lungs are burst when he finally makes it to the surface and to the open air. Orpheus treads water to keep his head above the rough waves as the rain falls on him. Through the rain, he spots a three-floored building, peaking through the waters consuming the first two floors. Orpheus recognizes the building as the Hotel Poseidon, which would be next to the Mariner Park Mini-mall. Orpheus is horrified to see all of Mariner Park, his home, his neighborhood, all flooded by the merciless storm. "London!" Orpheus frantically cries out. "LONDON!!!" * * * * * * Orpheus throws himself through the door of the asylum's security office. A more than middle-aged security guard is on the phone, standing near the control desk. "THEY'RE IN THE SECURITY OFFICE ALREADY!" The guard yells in the phone. "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE! NOW!" "Hang up." Orpheus orders the old guard, walking to him. The guard drops the phone as he backs away. His shaking hand manages to grab his Smith & Wesson Model 10 gun from its holster. He raises the gun at the still-approaching Orpheus. Suddenly, the stinging end of a whip strikes his hand. The pain causes him to drop his gun and back into a wall. Huntrix stands near the door, pulling back her whip. With her leather coat open, it is obvious that she only had time to put on her boots and holster belt, allowing her breasts to peak through the coat. As Huntrix walks further in the office, her sub Fifi follows, wearing only the white coat Orpheus wore, closed only by one button in the middle, keeping her nipples covered but exposes her pussy at the slightest movement. Entering with the sub is petgirl, Orpheus new slave-doll. After them, Jaz and Zelda joins in. "Don't move." Orpheus orders the guard, hanging up the phone as he turns to Huntrix. "I said I had this." "And I said I'm not leaving our escape up to you." Huntrix replies. "Are you okay, Master?" the smiling petgirl asks, walking to her reluctant owner. "Hey, isn't that Dr. Love's slave-doll?" The old guard questions. "I'm fine, petgirl." Orpheus answers. "We gotta bail now, the guard just called the police." "I didn't call the police." The elderly guard informs. "I called Greyline." Orpheus and the others are silent. "Who's Greyline?" Zelda asks. "Is that a security firm or something?" "Or something?" Orpheus answers. "Greylines's basically an army-for-hire. Boss Creeg uses them." "Let's do what we came here for and get the fuck outta here." Huntrix asserts. Orpheus hurries to the guard, grabs his arm and forces him to sit on the swivel chair at the control desk. "I want every cell door opened right now." Orpheus commands. "Look, pal," The guard says. "I'm just a week away from retirement. I don't..." "Then open the cells." Orpheus interrupts, clutching the guard's shoulder. "Unless you want to spend your retirement in a bodycast." "You think you can threaten, boy?" The guard sternly defies. "I spent three years in a POW camp in Vietnam. Whatever you do to me, I can take it long enough for Greyline to get here." "We're wasting time." Huntrix steps up. "Let me..." "Master?" petgirl moves to Orpheus. "May petgirl help?" Orpheus holds an open palm to Huntrix, stopping her. He looks at petgirl's smiling face. "Go ahead." Orpheus permits petgirl. The cat-motif slave doll step to the sitting guard and turns the swivel chair so he can face her. The guard silently gasps as petgirl places his hand on his knees as she squats down. "Your name is Mel, right?" petgirl questions. "Ah, yeah." Mel the guard answers. "petgirl has seen you before." petgirl says. "You always looked at petgirl's ass whenever petgirl walked by." "Oh, sorry. I don't think you'd notice." Mel humbly says. "You don't need to apologize about looking at petgirl's ass." petgirl assures. "petgirl is happy that you like her ass." petgirl's hands moves up Mel's knees and slowly circles. "Mel, my master needs all the cell doors open. He wants to start a riot to keep everyone busy so he and his friends can sneak out the back and escape." petgirl stands up and arches her back to hover over Mel, giving him a view of her lovely face and bosom. "Please, tell petgirl how to open all the cells." "Those switches over there." Mel points at the end of the control desk. "Thank you, Mel." petgirl straightens her back. "petgirl appreciates your help." Fifi hurries to the control desk and flips the toggle switches. The bank of monitors above the desk shows patients leaving their cells and immediately running wild. Orpheus turns the chair for Mel to face him. "When Greyline gets here, you'll tell them I caught you after you called them, you refused to cooperate so I punched you out and you have no idea how we found the switches to open all the doors." Orpheus instructs. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 18 Not waiting for approval, Orpheus punches Mel, rendering unconscious and falls off the chair. "Okay, it's done. Let's get the fuck outta here." Fifi persists. "Wait, we got another problem with Greyline." Huntrix states. "The only way out of here is the road to Kane Hill Drive and they're probably halfway through already. If they spot us, we'll have a shitload of new problems." "Well, we can't walk out of Kane Hill, they'll just search for us." Orpheus argues. "There's gotta be another way back to the city." "I know of an old dirt road south of here." Huntrix informs. "We could avoid Greyline but it leads to Mariner Park. So unless we can find a boat in the next five minutes, we're stuck in Kane Hill." "We have a boat." Zelda adds. "You have a boat?" Orpheus surprisingly questions. "Yeah, several." Jaz answers. "Mariner Park's our turf, remember? You think we'd live there without a boat?" "Let me make a quick call." Zelda runs to the phone. "I'll get the Lost Princesses to meet us at the broken bridge." Orpheus feels a weight on his heart. The thought of returning to the flooded disaster area that was once the neighborhood he grew up causes him some hesitation but realizes his only option is that face off with an army of mercenaries. I guess I'm going home. Orpheus thinks. * * * * * * Angel leans back on the wall looking over the dance floor of the Stonecutter, crowded with women in scantly leather attire, dancing to the music of the Stonecutter's house band on the stage. The band Butcher Baby consists of five musicians, all females in leather or latex wear. The guitarist, Slip Ruben thrushes on her Fender electric guitar in her tight shiny black leather pants and lace-up leather boots with only two X's made from strips of black tape covers each nipple of her small breasts is all her torso wears, accessorized by her spiked collar and wristbands with her black-green Mohawk. The bassist, Vronika Puzzykat, thumbs her Stingray bass guitar with zeal in her pink latex babydoll dress with matching latex boots with stiletto heels and her copper-red hair in girly pigtails. The keyboardist, Jacquie Blu, a slender Asian with bright blue above-shoulder hair with blue LED rope lights seamed to her white full body latex suit, dances her fingers on her electric keyboard. The drummer, Venus Mantrap, a shaved-head BBW with extensive ear rings, nose rings, studs, and tattoos on her entire body which can be seen through her black sheer body stocking except for her red leather thong, pounding away on her drums. Centered among the band stands the violinist Val V3. Angel observes how captivated the women near the stage are at the girl with the black violin, wearing shiny leather knee-high boots over tight white Lycra pants with suspenders cleverly covering the nipples of the topless violinist, along with a white bowler hat concealing her hair. The music she plays from his violin gives a soothing yet invigorating fusion to the band's industrial/synth rock is such an amazing way no one thought to be possible. Angel also finds music to arousing, as if the violinist was whispering naughty words in her ear through her violin. Such effects fall on the women on the dance floor, causing couples to dance closer until dancing wasn't achievable or passionately make out, not caring about any gawkers as the passion escalates. Angel shifts her focus from the dance floor to the main door leading out of the bar where two muscular women stand guard. Between the door and the bar are the small tables sat by the female leather enthusiast clientele. Observing the bar, Angel notices the bartender Cherish in a heated argument with a woman with long platinum-blonde box braids in a blue velvet overcoat over her red latex mini dress. The volume of the shouting slowly rises over the music. The braided woman then brusquely turns away from Cherish and stomps to the ladies room. "Oh-oh, those two are at it again." A leather clad woman at a table near Angel says. Angel turns her sight to the woman for a better look. The woman who spoke is in her late-forties with silvery white hair, wearing a full-body leather bodysuit with a corset having a Cosmopolitan sharing a table with a girl with long and curly red hair in a body harness of chains and leather straps with a Long Island ice tea. "I don't know why Cherish hasn't broken it off with that hothead." The red-headed girl says. "Excuse me," Angel introduces herself as she walks over. "do you know who the girl that was yelling at Cherish is?" "That's Bexy, Cherish's girlfriend." The silver-haired woman answers. "Major anger management problems." "Not to mention possessive." The red-mane girl adds. "She's always accusing Cherish of cheating of her. One time, she almost went ballistic on me because she thought I was flirting with Cherish, I just asking for a cigarette. Whatever you want from Cherish, you should just go to another bartender or wait for Bexy to leave." "Thanks for the advice. I think I'll stay away from Cherish." Angel smiles. Angel spots Felicity leaving the ladies room. She waves the ex-nun over to her and her new-found friends. Felicity is uncertain of Angel's intention but forces herself to smile and go along with whatever charade Angel has created. "Hey, you." Angel greets Felicity, wrapping her arm around her waist. "Was the line long?" "Ah, no." Felicity answers, keeping her smile. "So...who is..?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get your names." Angel says. "I'm Heather, this is Emma." The silver-haired woman introduces. "I don't think I've seen either of you here before. Is this your first time here?" "Yes, it is." Angel answers. "You see Felicity here just got out of a relationship and we thought we'd come here for some post-break up fun and maybe some sex." "Well, you just happen to find the right woman to help you with that." Heather proudly states. "I know all the girls here. What are you looking for? Long term relationship? Friends with benefits? One night stand? If you're looking for a quickie, Emma can take you to the ladies room for a blowjob." "You let your girlfriend have sex with other women?" Angel questions. "I'm not her girlfriend." Emma corrects "I'm her daughter." "Daughter?" Angel is surprised. "Wait," Felicity says with a tone of impeding judgement. "you allow your own daughter to engage in what is an affront to..." "Excuse us." Angel tries to be subtle as she pulls Felicity from the mother-daughter leather lesbians and walks her away from them. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "What were you doing?" "It's called blending in, Sister. We're in a bar full of lesbians and if you would just stop and think, you'd realize that this is the safest place for us." "I've have been thinking when I was in the ladies room." Felicity pulls herself free from Angel's hold. "Tell me, Angel, why did you come back to Plutopolis? You were perfectly safe living in Lakeside but you decided to come back and start all this trouble for everyone around you." Felicity takes a step to Angel "I know what you're planning." Angel says nothing. "Right now, all I'm trying to think of what we should do after closing time." Angel states. "So unless you can pray for us some clothes, money and a suite at the Hotel Grandiose, we'll have to make due to what we have now." "Just know that wherever you go, I go with." Felicity claims. "Fine, I don't want to risk you calling Father Milton or any of Lady J's friends." Angel agrees. "Now, we need a place to hide for the night, I'll work on Heather and Emma if they're willing to take us home." "And me?" "You work on Cherish, just in case the mom and daughter don't work out." "The girl who let us in? "Yeah, I think she likes you. I noticed her looking at your ass." "What am I supposed to say to her? Oh lord, I can't believe I'm actually considering this." "You just need to be a lesbian for a night. One night, then we can figure out what to do next in the morning. Unless you have a better idea." "No, I don't." "Okay, here's what you do, you go over to Cherish, smile, tell her you lost your shoes and ask her if the place has a lost and found. Make conversation with her, then ask her where she's going after work. If she says home, ask her to take us with her." "What if she wants to kiss me?" "Let her. Like I said, one night." "Fine. I just want this horrible night to be over." Angel and Felicity walks back to the bar area, they separate as Felicity journeys to the bar where Cherish stands behind. Instead of going to meet Heather and Emma, Angel stops after a few step after parting with Felicity and slowly walk back as she observe the ex-nun and the lesbian bartender. She watches Felicity get Cherish's attention and calls her over. Cherish smiles, walking to Felicity and a conversation begins. Angel patiently watches as the dialogue between the two progresses nicely. Cherish places her hand on Felicity's, she doesn't pull away, either by good restraint or she's not that repulsed. Angel spots Bexy exiting the ladies room, appearing to have calmed down after her blowout with her girlfriend but as she processes to the bar to reconcile, but Bexy's serenity is immediately disrupted when she sees Cherish talking with the ivory-skinned brunette in leather and chains just as Cherish leans over the bar. Maybe to kiss her. Angel takes a few steps away from the bar but keeps watch of the furiously jealous Bexy storming to the bar. Bexy's yelling can be heard over the music. She points at Cherish as she accuses her, then points at Felicity. Cherish tries to assure Bexy before sternly warning her. Felicity slowly backs herself from Bexy and tries to reason with her. But the braided-hair lesbian get more volatile and grabs Felicity's hair with both hands. Felicity screams of pain is heard through the bar. The band stops playing, leaving only the sounds of Felicity's screaming and begging and Bexy's yelling. Cherish leaps over the bar and tries to pull Bexy off Felicity but Bexy still has Felicity's hair in her grip, causing Felicity to scream more. One of the bouncers at the front door runs pass Angel to aide Cherish. Angel scans the bar to find everyone focused on the fight at the bar. Now is her time to move. Angel subtlety walks in the tables area, most of the women are standing up to get a better view of the fight. She spots a black cashmere overcoat draped over a chair while its owner is distracted. Angel steadily lifts the coat from the chair. Certain no one witnessed her thievery, Angel dons the coat over her PVC body harness. A pair of black high-heel sandals are left on the floor unwatched. Angel stealthily scoops the sandals, hoping they're her size. On a chair of the last table sits a small purse for Angel to take. Nearing the front door, Angel stops to put on her newly-acquired shoes, which fits perfectly. She appears calm as she walks pass the bouncer and through the door, leading her outside onto Lucile Avenue. Angel exhales as she departs from the Stone Cutter, continuing down the sidewalk. Sorry, Sister. Angel thinks. But you were getting in the way. * * * * * * "Would you like petgirl to remove your jeans, Master?" petgirl asks. Orpheus sits back on the floor of the interior of Huntrix's van as his new slave-doll petgirl has her hand up the pant leg of his jeans. Zelda and Jaz sit opposite and further down from Orpheus, peering at him as he appears stunned by petgirl's question. At the front of the van, Fifi drives while Huntrix is on the passenger seat, putting the rest of her outfit back on. "Sorry, what?" Orpheus asks. "petgirl can massage your calf muscle better if your jeans are off, Master." petgirl explains. "Go ahead, take his jeans off." Jaz speaks out. "Maybe even give him a rub and tug while you're at it." "Oh, would you like that, Master?" petgirl asks. "No, what you're doing is fine right now." Orpheus assures. "Thank you, Master." petgirl smiles. "petgirl only want to please you." "Hey," Huntrix calls out, leaning aside from her seat to face the passengers. "you sure your friends are going to be there? I don't want to swim my way back to town." "Yeah, they will." Zelda replies. "They'll take you through Mariner Park and drop you off at the nearest port." "Hear that, Jones? You must be thrilled to be going back to your old neighborhood." Huntrix says, lying back on her seat. Orpheus says nothing to Huntrix, trying to keep the stir of emotions inside him steady. Not since the day he witnessed and survived that terrible storm wash over the entire borough of Mariner Park did he ever returned. "So, you're from Mariner Park?" Jaz inquires. "Word is you were there when it happened." "Yeah, I was. Worst fucking day of my life." Orpheus answers. "What about you two? Are you both from Mariner Park?" "No, I'm from Chaykin." Zelda informs. "I ran away from home 'cause I couldn't take any more of my parents ignoring me." "I'm from Paige Street." Jaz informs. "I left home because my parents were pimping me to their crack dealer for free crack." "And now you live in Mariner Park with the Lost Princesses?" Orpheus questions. "Why there?" "For safety." Zelda answers. "If you're a girl without a home, the safest place to go is Mariner Park. You see our leader Juliet was..." "Whoa, Zelda." Jaz interrupts. "He doesn't need to hear our origin story. This guy just wants to get back to the city and go on with his business." "Yeah, I do." Orpheus agrees. "Listen, is case I don't get the chance later on, thanks for the safe passage through your turf. I hope your gang is gonna be okay with that." "Hell, it's the least we could do after getting our asses out of the Doll Factory." Jaz states. "If it wasn't for you, we would have been on our way to be...like her." Jaz gestures to petgirl. petgirl looks at Jaz and Zelda, stilling smile, taking Jaz's statement as a compliment before turning her focus back to Orpheus, still massaging his leg. "Hey, we're here." Fifi announces. The van stops near the concrete barrier blocks on the dirt road to the rusted remains of the Bristol Road Bridge or the 'broken bridge' it as now referred, crashed over a wide rocky shore and submerged in the waters of Lake Anasazi. Huntrix first exits the van, completely dressed in her dominatrix-style attire, putting on her leather trench coat. Orpheus pulls the van's side door open and climbs out with petgirl closely behind him. "They'll be waiting for us at the shore." Jaz informs, getting out of the van with Zelda. Huntrix stops Orpheus from walking by discreetly placing her hand on his chest and allow Zelda and Jaz to walk pass them to the shore. Fifi strides over to Huntrix's side. "You sure you can trust them?" Huntrix asks. "More than I can trust you." Orpheus answers. "From what I know about the Lost Princesses, they're just as territorial as any other gang." Huntrix says. "Well, I did just liberate two of their members so that earned me some trust with them." Orpheus boldly states. "Don't worry, if need be, I'll vouch for you." Orpheus moves pass Huntrix and Fifi with petgirl holding his arm. They follow Zelda and Jaz down the end of the road a few feet pass the barrier block where the road in replaced by an incline of rocks and dirt leading to a rocky shore. Orpheus stops to watch the shore occupied by a gang of young women in street clothes, dismounting their inflatable motor rafts or jet skis. Zelda and Jaz make their way to the middle of the gathering where they are greeted and hugged by one of the girls, possibly their leader. Huntrix and Fifi follows Orpheus at short distance. "Let me do the talking here." Orpheus says to petgirl before resume walking down the incline. "Of course, Master." petgirl complies. "petgirl would never speak unless spoken to." "Ah, you know, petgirl, you shouldn't have to address me as master." Orpheus suggests. "But you are petgirl's master now, so petgirl calls you master." petgirl replies. "Don't you like it when petgirl calls you master?" "I think I'd prefer it if you just call me Orpheus from now on, okay?" Orpheus asks. "If that is what you want...Orpheus." petgirl struggles to say his name. "I'm also gonna see if one of the chicks here will lend you a coat for you to wear." "Why? Don't you like looking at petgirl's tits?" Orpheus is shocked by petgirl's question. "Ah, yeah, they're great but aren't you bothered by the cold?" "No, Orpheus. petgirl likes the cold air, they make petgirl's nipples stand out. See?" Orpheus ceases the conversation with his slave-doll as they approach Jaz, Zelda and the rest of the Lost Princesses. The apparent leader steps forward to Orpheus. A woman of average height and build dressed in a sleeveless black hoodie with the hood over her head, covering the upper half of her face, along with denim short skirt over her shiny white nylons with several rips on both upper legs and knee-high buckled mid-heel leather boots. Huntrix and Fifi cautiously stop behind Orpheus, discreetly scanning the Lost Princesses slowly surrounding them. Huntrix gently pull her sub near her, ready to reach for her gun. "Hi, it's Juliet, right?" Orpheus greets. "So, you're Orpheus Jones of the Anarchists." The leader of the Lost Princesses says. "The last of the Anarchists if I'm not mistaken." "Yeah, I'm the last of my gang." Orpheus agrees, trying to appear assured but not cocky. "Jaz and Zelda told me what happened at Kane Hill Asylum." Juliet says. "You helped them get out of the Doll Factory?" "It was a group effort." Orpheus smiles, gesturing to Huntrix behind him. "We've been looking into the rash of abductions near our territory, girls getting snatched right under our nose." The LP leader informs. "The Lost Princesses have you to thank for finding those responsible and saving two of our own." "Not a problem, ladies." Orpheus less then modestly states. "Just take me and my friends here back to town and we'll call it even." "We'll take your friends back with us." Juliet grants, before raising a Walter P90 gun at Orpheus. "But I have different plans for you." Orpheus is surprise to see every Lost Princess, including Jaz and Zelda, aiming a gun at him. Huntrix was a second too late to pull out her gun when she feels the barrels of two guns on her back and sees three guns at her and Fifi. "What the fuck?" Orpheus blurts. "Zelda, Jaz, I thought we were friends." "Don't get us wrong, Orpheus," Jaz says. "we're grateful of you helping us out, but that doesn't absolve you of your past sins." "Past sins?" Orpheus asks. "What past sins?" "The one about fucking your ex-girlfriend's mother." Zelda answers. "So not cool." Orpheus is perplexed on how could two girls he just met know about his affair with London six years ago. To his recollection, he never told any of his high school friends, the only people he told was The Dude, Magga, and Angel. "How..?" Orpheus tries to ask. "Still can't connect the dots?" Juliet steps close to Orpheus, pulling her hood down. "Maybe this will jog your memory." With Juliet standing in front of him, Orpheus can see the hatred in her black-circled blue eyes with five rings pierced in her left brow three in her right. Another ring is pierced in her left nostril attached by two long gold chains going to the piercings of her left ear. On her black lips are three studs under the lower lip. Her entire left temple is shaved and tattooed with the logo of the Lost Princesses. Orpheus is completely clueless about Juliet's hostility but then he notices one particular feature of her face. A dark freckle near her hairline above her right eye. "Oh, my god." Orpheus utters as it all comes together. "Julie. Julie Bernard." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 18 "It's Juliet now." Juliet states. "I can't believe you survived the storm." Orpheus joyously says, not minding the guns pointed at him. "Yeah, I survived." Juliet concurs, but still hostile. "I survived after watching my home be destroyed...because of you." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Orpheus questions. "The storm destroyed your home." "No, the storm destroyed the house my family and I lived in!" Juliet yells with increasing volume. "Because you decided to fuck my mother, you ruined my family! YOU DESTROYED MY HOME!!!" Before Orpheus could defend himself, Juliet pistol whips him hard on his head. * * * * * * Pin keeps a tight grip on Magga's arm as he guides her down a dim laneway, holding up his gun to her to the Thai sex-slave. Zippy and Zane walks behind them for the purpose of defense but the two were more focused on Magga's ass. Magga feels pins and needles in her hands tied too tightly around her wrists by the cut-up straps used to restrain her to a bed which now serves her as clothes. She shivers from the cold air and the cold pavement under her bare feet, feeling her nipples poking against the fabric of her makeshift bra. Magga feels despair as she enters an all too familiar situation. During her time as a sex-slave, Magga would get bought or traded to a new owner. With each new owner worse than the previous one, she credited her survive to her skills, ingenuity and luck. But as Magga got older, she felt her luck getting less and less. When Magga was sent to Plutopolis to work for Rico Flores, she began to worry that she may not last a year with her being what Flores constantly called her an aging whore. However, in a few months, her luck changed spectacularly when the Unholy Riders attacked Flores's brothel, killing him and his gang. After that, Magga slowly transitioned from sex-slave to wife. And the rest is history. But in the few hours where Magga watched her life of domestic bliss be violently torn from her, she feels herself being forced back into the life she left behind, as if the last eight years was just borrowed time. The thought of her spending whatever time she has left being forced to have sex until she eventually meets her end in a violent death deepens her despair. "It's still not too late to let me go." Magga says to Pin. "And why would I want to do that?" Pin condescendingly asks. "Because of this." Magga pulls her hair aside to show the tattoo of the Unholy Riders' logo above her left breast. "This shows I'm property of the Unholy Riders. Whoever you sell me to won't want to deal with them." "Oh, I guess you didn't hear." Pin smugly grins at Magga. "The Unholy Riders are no more." "No more?" Magga repeats. "Those bikers got into it with the Iron Dragons on their home turf." Pin explains, still smug. "Even if any of them survived, they'll have bigger problems to worry about than you." Pin roughly pulls Magga close to him, pressing the barrel of his gun against her cheek. "Now you're gonna shut the fuck up so I can conduct some business or I kill you right now and sell your organs." Magga decides to cooperate with Pin as the gun moves away from her face. She looks back to Zane and Zippy, still following. She sees Zane heartlessly smirking but Zippy looks at her with sad eyes, like he was going to miss her. Magga deduces that she has one more card to play. The end of the laneway leads Pin and company to a small back parking lot. Two vans are parked on opposite sides of the lot. The two men stand between the vans. One of them is below average height in a cheesy leopard-print overcoat with a matching hat which he takes off to scratch the bald spot on his head, showing his long red hair from the sides since the top of his head is completely hairless. The other man next to him is way taller, at least six feet, maybe seven, with a thick, muscular build but somehow his bald head is unusually small for his impressive body. "Hey, Pin." The man in the leopard-print coat calls with a smarmy grin. "How's your mom these days?" "Hey, my mom's off-limits, Fuzzy Dice." Pin replies, not smiling. "This is the commodity I told you about over the phone." Pin stops in front of the pimp with Magga. "Stay still, be quiet." Pin orders. "What's with the bandages?" Fuzzy Dice looks over Magga. "The bitch here trying to rock some sexy mummy getup for Halloween?" "Let me get rid of this so you can check out the goods on her better." Pin offers, ejecting his switchblade. The fearful Magga keeps her body immobile as Pin cuts and pulls off the strips of torn up bedsheets, leaving her complete naked as she stands before Fuzzy Dice. She looks down, covering her tits and pussy with her hands. "Hands to the side, bitch." Fuzzy Dice angrily commands, stepping forward to Magga. Before Magga could act, an open hand from the pimp slaps hard across her face. She stops herself from falling and stands herself upright with her hands to the side, but still looking down. "Look at me when I talk to you, ya stupid cunt." Fuzzy Dice orders. Magga lifts her head up immediately, hoping not to cry. Fuzzy Dice looks her over, closely studying the face, before walking around her. Magga cringes from Fuzzy Dice's fingertips on her lower back, going further down to paw her ass. "Lot of tattoos on her." Fuzzy Dice declares. 'You like tattoos, sweet cheeks? Figuring she is allowed to talk, Magga musters the strength to answer. "To be honest, no." Magga elucidates. "I can't stand the pain. You see, it was never my choice to get tattooed. Whenever I was taken to a new owner, that owner would tattoo his tag on me." "Like a brand." Fuzzy Dice says. "So how many owners did you have?" "Seven." Magga answers, showing a tattoo of a teddy bear on the wrist of her right hand. "This one used to be the tag my first owner in Bangkok whose name roughly translates from Siamese to 'Asphalt King'. I got it when I was twelve." Magga pulls her hair aside to show the small tattoo of a hummingbird beside her left eye. "This one was a snake, the mark of a crime lord called the Asp." Magga moves to the dragon tattoo on her right arm. "Here was a scorpion with a skull on its back, the logo for the Black Scorpion Syndicate." Magga pulls her hair again to show a tattoo of a grenade on the right side of her neck. "The letter S in a box, the logo for an international crime ring called Steelgrave." Magga turns her back to Fuzzy Dice as she lifts her hair to show a tattoo of the Thailand flag on the back of her neck. "A bar code used by some high-tech outfit called the Cube." Magga keeps her back on the pimp, turning from her waist to point to the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. "Some word in Russian for a gang for Russian gangsters in Warsaw. I never knew what it meant." Magga turns her front to Fuzzy Dice and points to the tattoo logo of the Unholy Riders. "This last one just had the initials of Rica Flores, my last pimp before he died." "You said you had seven owners." Fuzzy Dice says. "Isn't the Unholy Riders your eighth?" "Well...no." Magga hesitates. "Maybe after they took over the brothel I was working at but later on when I married my husband..." "So it's nine then?" Fuzzy Dice smugly smirks. "It's a good thing I don't need you to count." The pimp looks over Magga's naked body before looking to Pin. "So, how much you want for this?" "Five thou." Pin steps up. "Five thou?" Fuzzy Dice laughs, looking to his large associate. "Can you believe this guy, Trukk?" "Obviously he doesn't know much about selling whores." Trukk replies with a Southern accent. "Five thousand for her?" Fuzzy Dice questions. "Look at her, she has to be in her forties." "So, she has a lot of mileage." Pin argues. "That shows she experienced." "Mileage?" An offended Magga asks. "I'm not a used car." A swift backhanded slap from Fuzzy Dice knocks Magga to the pavement hard. Dazed from the hit, she lifts her upper body up. The throbbing from her right eye tells her it will soon swell up and became purple soon enough. "Ya see that?" Fuzzy Dice asks Pin. "I can already see that she's gonna be a discipline problem. And you want five gee's for her?" "Fine. Make it four." Pin attempts of negotiation. Zippy watches Zane move to Pin's side as Pin and Fuzzy Dice loudly discuss price of Magga, as Trukk takes step closer to Fuzzy Dice. Electing himself to watch over Magga, Zippy subtly walks over to her. "Let me help you up." Zippy offers his hand to Magga. The naked Thai woman smiles at the kind Zippy, taking his hand to help her back on her feet. "Zippy, please help me." Magga whispers, still holding Zippy's hand. "If I go with that man, I know I'll die. You have to help me." "But I can't go against Pin. He runs the gang now." Zippy says. "Didn't you like what we shared at the apartment?" Magga questions, slightly tilting her head to the side. "You mean when I fucked you? Hell, yeah." Zippy answers. "I meant what I said then." Magga says, placing her other hand on top of Zippy's. "I like you Zippy, you're nice, and I can help you make up for all the lonely nights you've had without someone to love. Take me anyplace that has a bed and I can give you the best sex of your life." "Really?" Zippy gulps. "Really." Magga smiles. "Get me out of here and the next few nights will be non-stop sex." Zippy finds himself at an indecisive moment. I thinks about his standing with his friends but Magga's sweet sounding words of sex echoing in his head gives him the feeling euphoria and hard on. He grasps that he needs to make his choice right away, sex with Magga or loyalty to Pin. "How many night exactly?" Zippy asks. Zippy!" Pin calls out. "What are you doing?" Zippy shifts to Pin, Zane, Fuzzy Dice and Trukk, all looking at him with suspicion. Zippy raises his gun at his friends and the pimp, moving himself between them and the naked woman he'll have sex with. "Zippy, what the fuck is this?" Pin questions with a measured tone to hide his anger. "You're not selling Magga!" Zippy proclaims, taking a step back. "I'm taking her with me. Anyone of you assholes tries to stop me and I'll shoot you!" "Wait." Magga steps close behind Zippy. "I want his coat." Magga points to Pin. "I can't walk the streets naked." "Oh, right." Zippy utters before he demands. "Throw your coat to me, Pin." "Think about what you're doing, Zippy." Zane reasons. "You think that whore is worth blowing us off?" "I've had enough of this." Fuzzy Dice states. "Trukk, take care of him." The largely-built Trukk grins as he walks to Zippy. Zippy aims his gun directly at the approaching Trukk, slowly backing away. Zippy's hand begins to shake. "Back off, asshole." Zippy threatens. Trukk keeps walking to Zippy, not the least scared or intimidated. "Well, shoot him." Magga goads. "Don't let them take me." Zippy struggles to steady his hand and find the will to pull the trigger. Then for a moment, Zippy's gun hand is firm and a shot is fired. Zippy sees a bullet hole instantly appear on Trukk's jacket. For a second, Zippy felt proud for mustering the strength to fire at an enemy. However, that pride was gone as Trukk still comes for him. "Shoot him again." Magga orders. Zippy fires two more shots at Trukk, creating two more bullet holes on his jacket. Zippy begins to flutter when he fails to keep his hand steady as it starts to shake again. He tries to shoot Trukk in the head but Trukk's hand proved faster as it grabs Zippy's gun hand and squeezes like vice grip. Zippy feel every bone in his hand break, he tries to scream but Trukk's other hand grabs his neck, blocking his airway. Zippy is shocked as Trukk easily lifts him off his feet. Magga, as well as Pin and Zane, are horrified to witness Zippy struggle without success to free himself from Trukk's inhumanly strong hold. Pin watches Zippy's eyes roll up and his movements become less until he doesn't move it all. "No whore is worth getting killed for, boy." Trukk states before letting Zippy go. Magga claps her mouth with both hands as the now-dead Zippy falls to the ground, eye still open. Trukk moves to Magga and grabs her arm, no gentler than he was with Zippy, causing another bruise for Magga as she's pull back to Fuzzy Dice. "You're hurting me." Magga pleads. "Believe me, bitch, I can do worse." Trukk threatens. "Put her in the van." Fuzzy Dice orders, pacing to one of the vans and sliding open the side door. Trukk and Magga near the van when Fuzzy Dice takes a firm hold of Magga's head with both hands to face her very closely. "Thought you could get that pathetic little wuss into being your hero, didn't you?" Fuzzy Dice questions. "No, I swear I had nothing to do with that." Magga says. "We had sex earlier and he wanted more." "You better not be any trouble." Fuzzy Dice warns with intimidation. "Because if you are, I'll gladly beat it out of you." "No, no trouble." Magga yields. "I'll be good." The second Magga's new pimp releases her head, she is pushed inside the van. Magga falls on the van's floor but quickly sits herself up. A sheet of metal blocks her from looking into the driver area of the van. At the end of the van, she sees five passengers, all women, all naked. With the side door still open, Magga can see the faces her fellow passengers/sex slaves, each one with the look of defeat and complete hopelessness. Then the door slides shut, leaving her and the other naked prisoners in darkness. "Go, now." Fuzzy Dice orders the driver of the van. "We're done here." As the first van drives off, Fuzzy Dice and Trukk walk to the other van, leaving Pin and Zane without any consideration. "Where the fuck are you going?" Pin moves to the pimp. "Where's our money?" Trukk turns to face Pin, standing between him and Fuzzy Dice, causing Pin to suddenly stop. "I thought we had a deal." Pin says. "No, what we had was an introduction, a beginning to could have led to a deal." Fuzzy Dice replies. "But your idiot friend starts shooting and ruined Trukk's suit. You know how hard it is to find clothes his size? So, I'm taking the whore without charge." Fuzzy Dice resumes his walk to the van "You got a problem with that, you can take it up with Trukk." Pin recalls with a fearful gulp what Trukk did to Zippy. He back away from Trukk, who smugly grins. Fuzzy Dice was near the van when the brute leaves Pin and Zane with the dead body of their friend and enters the van through the side door before driving off. "You're off to a really shitty start as the new leader." Says Zane. "No sex slave, no money, one of ours now dead. Could this night get any worse?" "I know that feeling." A familiar and greatly agitated voice from behind says. Pin and Zane pause in shock before simultaneous turning around and see Moth walking to them, simmering with anger. "Surprised to see me, you back-stabbing Judas." Moth snarls as he swings the handle of his gun across Pin's face. * * * * * * The revving of the motor raft's engine brings Orpheus back to consciousness. He opens his eyes to find himself lying on the bottom with of one of the inflatable motor rafts he saw at Kane Hill as it cuts through the waves. Fully awake, Orpheus discovers his wrists in front of him bounded by duct tape as well as his ankles. He sits up and sees Juliet at the back of the raft, holding her gun while steering the outboard motor. "Glad you're up." Juliet says. "We're here." Juliet kills the engine, letting the raft stop and sway to the calm waves. Orpheus looks around at his surroundings to only see the night sky above him and the dark waters of what could only be Lake Anasazi, considering how long he was unconscious. But Orpheus dreads he most likely made a wrong assumption. "Where are we?" Orpheus asks. "Don't you recognize it, Orpheus?" Juliet raises her arms to present their destination. "We're in Mariner Park." "What?" Orpheus utters. "And about thirty feet below us is the house I grew up in with my sister, my dad and my mom." Juliet states. "You remember London, right?" "How'd you know about me and your mom?" Orpheus questions. "I was there that night." Juliet answers. "I watched you fucking my mother in the same bed she shared with dad." "I thought you were at the movies with your dad and sister." "I changed my mind when we left the house and they left without me." "So, what? Were you hiding when I went over to your house?" "No. I was to meet with Chad Donnelly at the mall." "That meathead from Westward you were dating? Were you going there so he could take you to the Hilltop Motel, like what happened with...?" "No, I went there to break up with him. You know why?" "No idea. In case you haven't notice, I'm trying to deal with current pressing matters." "Because I realized I made a mistake breaking up with you." Although Orpheus didn't care for the topic of conversation with Juliet, he feels a slight uplift of happiness. "So...what?" Orpheus nonchalantly asks. "So, after I dumped Chad, I was planning to meet you in the hope we could get back together. But the rain was getting worse so I run back home." Juliet explains. "That's when I found you in bed with that boyfriend-stealing whore I called mom." "Ex-boyfriend, remember?" "It wasn't enough for you to just fuck her." Juliet leans forward and pokes Orpheus's chest with the barrel of her gun. "You had to fuck over the rest of my family. You wanted her to move to Rutberg with you and become a stripper. You wanted her to abandon us, to ABANDON ME!" Juliet pulls the gun away from Orpheus as she heavily breathes. "I felt my whole life crumbling around me. My home, my family, my love for you, all of it turning to ash." Juliet's breathing slows down. "At that moment, you know who I blamed? Myself. I mean I lead you on about us having sex for two years before dumping you. And what did you do? You had an affair with London. I couldn't face either of you so I run out into the storm before it took my home, neighborhood, my whole life." Orpheus observes Juliet undergo a metaphorical flood of emotions, wiping the tears from her eyes. He empathizes with what she must have went through since that night, not just the affair but surviving the storm being a survivor of the Mariner Park flooding himself. "Julie, listen." Orpheus breaks the silence. "The affair with your mom, it...it just happened." "'Just happened'?" Juliet repeats with slightly hostile disbelief. "Was London running off with you just happened?" At first thought, Orpheus thought to mention that London wasn't happy in Mariner Park and never wanted the family she had but given the fact that he's on a raft with a gun-wielding ex-girlfriend with his hands and feet tied, he thought reasoning with her might help him get back to dryland. "We were just talking." Orpheus reasons. "As much as I wanted her to live with me, deep down I knew she wouldn't. London wasn't going to leave you and your family. It's most likely she would have ended the affair with me and go back to be the wife and mother she was before I came into the picture." "Before you came into the picture?" Juliet asks, before a short laugh. "You actually think you're the only guy my slut of a mother spread her legs for? You're not, asshole." "Huh?" "There's been others." Juliet states. "The first time I caught London cheating on dad was when I was at my tenth birthday, I saw her giving head to one of the other dads in the garage. She made me not tell anyone one and promised it was a one-time thing. Then when I was twelve, she was sneaking around with Andy the pool cleaner. She got me to cover for her with dad with that one, told me she'd stop after. Then there was Mr. Sanchez." "Our Spanish teacher?" Orpheus questions with surprise. "She was screwing Mr. Sanchez?" Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 18 "And Miss Sanchez." Juliet informs. "You should see the Polaroids. After them, there was Kenny from across the street, my soccer coach Mark, then Sheila from her sex addicts support group." "And your dad was completely in the dark about all of it?" "Yes because I always covered for her. Mom would always say 'I promise not to do it again, Julie. So don't tell your father' and I would lie for her like always. In time, I would just put it out of my mind like it never happened." Juliet kneels near Orpheus. "After the break-up, I suspected she was screwing around again but she never asked me to lie for her and I just went on pretending that my mom wasn't a nympho." Juliet pushes the sitting Orpheus to lay flat on the raft's bottom, keeping her gun in hand as she crawls over him. Unsure of Juliet's intentions, he remains calm, hoping to persuade his captor for forgiveness or at the least free his hands and feet so he could swim to shore, even if the nearest shore is ten miles away. Juliet softly cups his crouch and slowly strokes it through his jeans. "You know what I planned to do to get back with you?" Juliet asks as she unbuttons and unzips Orpheus's jeans. "I call you over to my house, which we would have to ourselves, and I would ask to be your girlfriend again. I'd incentivize you by stripping naked and suck your cock." Juliet gently pulls out Orpheus's erected penis, lightly caressing the shaft. "But I wouldn't make you cum yet, instead we would watch a porno from my mom's collection while I tease your cock with licks and kisses, then when you're nice and hard, you chase me around the house until you finally catch me in my parents' bedroom." Juliet steadies Orpheus's standing member as she positions herself over it, lowering her hips. It becomes obvious to Orpheus that Juliet is not wearing any panties under her skirt as he feels his cock enveloped by the soft and moist membranes of Juliet's vagina sliding down. The physical pleasure of intercourse waves over Orpheus when Juliet slowly rocks her hips, pressing the barrel of her gun against his cheek, which spoils the mood with fear. "We were going to make love on my parents' bed. You were going to be my first." Juliet says, her hips go faster. "But then seeing you fucking my mom while she yells 'Fuck me like you're raping me', it was like having my heart ripped out and not just my heart but my pussy too." Juliet grabs Orpheus throat, choking him. "Did it get you hard when she said that? 'Fuck me like you're raping me'! Did it?" Orpheus struggles to breath, feeling Juliet's grip on his airway tightening. He contemplates outcome of getting killed by asphyxiation or a bullet to the head. The best outcome he can hope for is the bullet will pass his skull and tear through the bottom of the raft, leaving Juliet to swim. It can't end like this. Orpheus thinks, as he conscious slowly slips away. "HE'S MINE, MOMMY!" Juliet yells upward, arching her back. "HE'S MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" Orpheus feels his climax hovering when the straddling goes faster. Having his last intercourse before death gives he some serenity. He started the night finding his lover, fighting through whatever adversary stood in his way, escaping whatever confide him, only to die in the hands of a vengeful ex-girlfriend, floating above the submerged remains of his old neighborhood. Orpheus welcomes his final orgasm as his penetrating cock spectacularly discharges it manseed one last time, giving him a higher level of pleasure he never felt before and a proper send off to the afterlife. Darkness creepily consumes Orpheus's vision, but suddenly, a light pierces through the darkness. Bright as the light is, Orpheus could see someone approaching him, floating in the air with her long blond hair flowing. It's London, wearing a white sheer gossamer dress, reaching out to him. Her smile gives Orpheus the unspoken promise and warmth and love for all of eternity. He reaches for her, moving towards her. Theirs hands get closer and closer. Orpheus smiles as his journey is soon ending, bringing him peace. Suddenly, a hand grabs Orpheus by the shoulder and pulls him away from London, turning him away from the light. Orpheus's eyes adjust to see the person who foully yanked him from his final destination. Angel stands before him dressed in a white leather bikini bra and pants. Orpheus is overjoyed to be reunited with his lover and at the same time ashamed for deserting her. "Stay." Says Angel. "Find me." Angel pulls Orpheus to her to give him an open-mouth kiss. Orpheus feels a sudden surge of strength and determination. A second Angel's lips part from Orpheus's mouth, an intense rush of cool air fills his lungs. Able to breathe freely, Orpheus lays on his side over the edge of the raft, gasping for more air. He sees Juliet sitting the end of raft, crying. Fully breathing and fully conscious, Orpheus wonders about his supposed out-of-body experience and meeting London and Angel as he ascends to the afterlife. He surmises that what he underwent could be an after effect of Dr. Love's psychotropic and may still have some of it in his system. Hopefully, nothing a few cans of Tweak Up can't fix. "What was that about?" Orpheus asks, looking to Juliet. "Yelling out to your mother?" "You weren't supposed to be in that bed with London, you were supposed to be in that bed with me." Juliet says. "We were going to lose our virginities together." Orpheus wanted to update Juliet that he already had his first sex with Magga but found it irreverent and found another topic to discuss. "And then what?" Orpheus asks. "We die together when the flood hits? Not only are you clinging on to the past, you're clinging on to a past that never happened. Mariner Park is gone, Julie. It's now just a memory that everyone wants to forget." Orpheus sits up, still facing Juliet. "You can kill me if you want but it doesn't change the fact that you haven't moved on. I know it's hard, it was hard for me too but I moved on." Juliet looks at Orpheus for a moment. She wipes her last tear before moving to Orpheus. She gently pushes Orpheus's upper body to lay flat on his back. Orpheus watches Juliet tuck his soft cock back inside his jeans and zips them up. "I won't kill you, Orpheus." Juliet assures. "Someone else will do that for me." "What?" Orpheus quickly sits up, hoping for more specifics. Juliet pistol whips him hard on his head. Again. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 19 CHAPTER NINETEEN "GRUDGE MATCH" A few months ago... Orpheus slams the accelerator pedal on the floor, speeding the tan Volvo he just stolen down Riverview Drive through the industrial district. Battered and bruised from a brutal gang fight, Orpheus tries to wipe the blood from his eyes to order to get away from the onslaught he and the three remaining members of his gang barely escaped. At the passenger side sits Dizzy, just as wounded as Orpheus, also traumatized from what he suffered and witnessed. In the back seat, Airgirl bloodied with her costume wings tattered, tends to the greatly-injured and barely conscious High-Brow. Orpheus drives the car to rising onramp of the Eastman River Bridge, hoping for a successful getaway but reminds himself that is still a long way to go. "They killed The Dude." Dizzy utters with broken voice. "Those Nazi assholes killed The Dude, Orpheus." "Saving the mourning for later." Orpheus says. "We just need to get to the RWE and we're clear." "That's not gonna stop them from coming after us." Dizzy states. "Maybe not, but it'll give us some time to think of what to do next." Orpheus says. "To do what? Leave town?" Dizzy angrily asks. "Could you two argue later?" Airgirl rhetorically and angrily asks. "High-Brow needs to get to a hospital. The Steelheads really worked him over." "High-Brow, you stay with us." Orpheus yells. "Yeah, buddy. We'll get you help real quick." Dizzy looking to his wounded friend just as he spots a semi-truck through the back windshield gaining on them. "Aw, shit." Dizzy utters. "We got company." Orpheus adjusts the driver's side mirror and is shocked to glance at the semi coming for them, being driven by the relentless leader of the Steelheads, Stomper. The truck collides with the back of the Volvo, rocking the driver and passengers. Orpheus struggles to keep the car on the road. "Can't you go any faster?" Dizzy asks, desperate for a yes. "I got the petal to the metal! This fucking car can't go any faster!" Orpheus yells. The car is hit from behind again, harder than before. "Why did you steal this car then?" Dizzy yells. "I didn't have time to shop around." Orpheus snaps back. The semi collides with the car. Orpheus fails to control of the steering as the car flips from the back, rolls in mid-air and crashes on the passenger side, crashing through the bridge's weak metal fencing as the car roll on its top. Thankfully, Orpheus had his seat belt on, preventing him from falling off his seat, unlike Dizzy, laying his front still, maybe dead from a broken neck. Stomper carefully but with vicious intent drives the semi to hit the car again, pushing off the bridge. Through the windshield, Orpheus sees the wide and notoriously deep Eastman River above him, getting closer too fast for his liking. The car makes a loud splash, plunging into the river. Stomper slams the brakes, parks the semi in the middle of the bridge and runs out to the other side just in time to watch the Volvo with the remaining members of the Anarchists slowly sinks into the river. He vigilantly keeps watch for any survivors rising to the surface. But no one comes up. "Seig heil, assholes." A victorious Stomper says. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 19 "The doctor says he was treating stacy and tracy here for the flu, isn't that right?" Commander Knox says. "You gave them names?" Nurse Hazy accuses Dr. Wurms as she passes him. "And clothes?" "I was...testing them." Dr. Wurms improvises. "To see if they need more time in Oriention." "More like you living out your sex fantasies of your step-daughter." Nurse Hazy retorts, nearing the slave-dolls. "You, stacy. Did Dr. Wurms give you two names and the clothes you're wearing?" "Yes, Nurse Hazy." stacy answers. "Dr. Wurms took stacy and tracy to his office and gave these slave-dolls name and theses clothes." "And what did he have you do?" Nurse Hazy inquires. "Wait, that's not relevant." Dr. Wurms objects. "No, let them speak." Knox steps in. "We need an account of your whereabouts during the riot." "First, Dr. Wurms had stacy and tracy make out on the couch while he watched." stacy accounts. "Then, stacy and tracy took turns making out with him. After, tracy gave Dr. Wurms a lap dance while stacy danced on his desk to the music on the radio." "So he wasn't examining you for the flu?" Nurse Hazy asks. "No, Nurse Hazy, but he did have stick out our tongues." stacy answers. "And why is that?" Nurse Hazy questions, knowing it wasn't for an actual examination. "Dr. Wurms wanted to see which slave-doll had the longest tongue." stacy explains. "tracy had the longest tongue, so she was about to perform ass-to-mouth on him while stacy sucks his cock but the riot started so Dr. Wurms hid under his desk and told stacy and tracy to fight whoever barges in." "A pervert and a coward." Nurse Hazy looks to Dr. Wurms then back to the slave-dolls. "I want you two to throw those clothes in the clothing bin in Processing, then you both go to Orientation and await further orders. And another thing, as of right now, you two don't have names anymore. Understood?" "Yes, Nurse Hazy." The slave-doll formerly named stacy smiles. "This slave has no name." "Yes, Nurse Hazy." The slave-doll formerly named tracy smiles too. "This slave has no name." The two slaves-dolls both depart with their swagger, noticed by any man they pass by. "Was that necessary?" Dr. Wurms leers at the nurse with frustration and simmering anger. "No." Nurse Hazy looks to Dr. Wurms with contempt before smiling. "But it was really enjoyable." "At least now we can confirm your whereabouts during the riot." Knox states. "Then maybe we inquire Nurse Hazy's whereabouts during the riot." Dr. Wurms says. "How did you get tied up?" The conversation ceases when both Dr. Wurms and Nurse Hazy see Dr. Love stooling in a wheelchair, dazedly looking up to his side, mumbling and drooling, being pushed by an orderly, accompanied by a Greyline commando. "Dr. Love, what happened to you?" Dr. Wurms hurries to his colleague. "Dr. Love?" "Weyrich, report." Knox orders the commando. "We found him let this laying on the floor, blathering like nutcase." Security Operative Weyrich informs as he hold out a syringe. "This was next to him." Nurse Hazy takes the syringe and examine it. She recognizes it as the syringe of Crazy Town she attempted to subdue Orpheus only to have used against her. "He's been injected with Crazy Town." Nurse Hazy states. "Nurse Haaaaaaaazzzzzzy." Dr. Love looks up with a creepy smile. "I always figured your pubic hair was purple too." Dr. Love ogles at the nurse's crouch. "Oh, it's burgundy now. How'd you do that?" Nurse Hazy looks down at her crouch, perfectly covered under the skirt of her uniform. Since Dr. Love has never seen her naked, there was no way he could know about the coloration of her pubic hair. "He's going through the fantasy process right now. No surprise that he always wanted to see me naked." Nurse Hazy says with a sneer. "Soon, his mind will shut down." "Are your pubes purple too?" Dr. Wurms asks. "You'll never know." Nurse Hazy coldly answers. "Can he be revived?" A man voice from behind questions. Both recognizing the voice, Nurse Hazy and Dr. Wurms turns to see a tall man in his late fifties with an impressive muscular build and well-trim black hair wearing an expensive looking black business suit with a silk dark blue tie walking next to Knox. "Mr. Creeg." Nurse Hazy says surprised. "When did you get here?" Creeg looks over the purple-haired nurse and the meek and weak doctor for a moment. He draws out a cigar and lights it with a cigar lighter. He blows a puff of smoke before walking pass them to look down on Dr. Love. Dr. Wurns stays near the nurse, too nervous to move. Nurse Hazy keeps calm, awaiting Boss Creeg to answer her question. "Well, is there?" Boss Creeg demandingly questions. "Can you prevent the Crazy Town drug from taking his mind?" "Yes sir." Dr. Wurms quickly answers. "Dr. Love and I were working on a serum to counter the effects of Crazy Town." "Then use it." Boss Creeg demands. "I want to know what the hell happened to my factory." "But we haven't tried it on anyone." Dr. Wurms protests. Boss Creeg look at Dr. Wurms with a silent but unnerving stare. The doctor instantly realizes his mistake to present Boss Creeg with the means to revive Dr. Love and then foolishly object is using it, as well as feel several inches shorter than before. "B..but I guess n..now is a good enough time as any." Dr. Wurms yields, before turning to the orderly behind the wheelchair and sternly points at him. "You. With me now." Dr. Wurms departs with Dr. Love and the orderly pushing his wheelchair. Boss Creeg then turns his attention to Nurse Hazy. The nurse keeps calm, ready to explain her involvement in the riot and Orpheus's escape, which she will try to pass the blame to Dr. Love by implying that he brought Orpheus to the Doll Factory after she was knocked out and awake tied up in the shock treatment room when the riot started. Hopefully, the Boss won't will have no reason to doubt her and will not punish her, assuming that Orpheus and the Huntrix have successfully escaped and planning to leave town and that Dr. Love's psyche doesn't last the next hour. "Since Dr. Love can't tell me, maybe you can explain to me what the fuck happened here?" Creeg assertively but patiently inquires. "I can't be sure, Mr. Creeg, but I think that Jones guy and the Huntrix could be responsible." Nurse Hazy says. "What the hell are you talking about?" Boss Creeg is confused. "Orpheus Jones and the Huntrix." Nurse Hazy tries to clarify. "Lady J wanted us to hold them here for you." "I know who the Huntrix is," Boss Creeg says. "but who the fuck is this Orpheus Jones?" Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 19 The concierge, Robert Lorenz, a slender man in his early forties with light brown hair and glasses, notices Angel approaching the desk, prompting him to turn off the TV and stand up in a professional manner. "Good evening, ma'am." Robert greets. "Can I help you?" Angel tosses the purse aside to the leather sofa and removes her stolen overcoat, revealing the PVC body harness she wears to the instantly shocked and wide-eyed Robert. "Yes, you can." Angel answers, dropping the coat on the desk and taking a subtle step back to allow the concierge to view her exposed breasts. "I need to see Mr. Creeg at the penthouse immediately." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 20 CHAPTER TWENTY "PARTS AND SERVICES" A few months ago... After losing his medical license due to a scandal a few months prior, Dale Buchem thought the benefits of being a licensed doctor was over for him and his family, but dining in Messalina's, one of Plutopolis's highly-prestige restaurants, reminds the former M.D. what he missed and gives a sliver of hope for returning to the medical profession. However, the evening is not entirely pleasant for Dale, as he sits next to the person who invited him, Lady J. Dale tries to compose himself as Lady J is preoccupied by the pleasures of oral sex ensuing to her under the table, clenching the table cloth as her moans slowly get louder. Even though the berth he shares with Lady J is at a far corner of the restaurant, Dale worries of the people at the nearby table will overhear her nearing her orgasm. Dale looks around to find no one looking at their direction, like they're purposefully looking away. "Oh, that's it." Lady J groans, reaching under the table to grab the head between her thighs. "Don't stop. I'm getting close." Dale recollects the events that led him to his situation, where his addiction to drugs and his addiction to sex lead to the death of a nurse he was having sex in a seedy hotel room. When his license was taken away from him, the money problems began. First, the tuition to keep his three kids in private school wasn't as easy to pay as before. Later, Dale started pondering the possibility of moving from their house in Westward Island to live someplace within their means in Rutberg or Chaykin if the kids go to public school. Before Dale could resort to dire measures, salvation come in a phone call from Lady J, inviting him to dinner at Messalina's to discuss a job offer. At first, the dinner with Lady J was fine but when Dale asked for specifics of this mystery job, Lady J would and only say that his surgical skill will be helping people in what she vaguely describe as 'a discrete medical practice'. Dale insisted to know more, especially the legality of this new practice, causing Lady J to remind the ex-doctor., very unpleasantly, of his shattered reputation, his lack of prospects and his family's regression to destitution and poverty, then clarifying to Dale that he really has no choice, in fact, he lost his freedom to choose the second he accepted the invite. Defeated by Lady J's reasoning, Dale reluctantly accepts the job. Instead on shaking hands, Lady J wanted another act of accordance before informing him of herself not wearing panties "Fuck, yeah." Lady J exclaims loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'M CUMMING!" Lady J leans back against the backrest of the berth as she quivers from the climax. The customers reframe from looking, keeping their sights on the other way. "Oh, good girl, Darlene." Lady J compliments, dabbing the sweat off her neck with a napkin. A woman with long flaxen blond hair rises from under the table and sits, ashamed and embarrassed at what she did. She gently wipes her lips with a napkin before taking a gulp of her white wine. "Your wife gets a passing grade when it comes to eating pussy." Lady J states with a measured voice, taking her glass of red wine. "How does she rate at sucking your cock?" "Ah, she...does fine." Dale answers. "Come now, Dale. We should be honest when it comes to sex now." Lady J says. "I mean why else would you cheat on your wife if you weren't happy in the sack." Lady J turns to Darlene. "By the way, Darlene, I think you staying with your husband after you both became pariahs to your social circle is...nice." "I love my husband." Darlene says, before taking sip of her wine. "Through good times and bad." "That's so true." Lady J softly laughs. "Now that I'm...in, maybe you can tell me more about my new job?" Dale inquires. "If that's okay?" Lady J pauses for a few seconds, calmly leering at Dale. "I'll tell you about the man you're replacing. He ran the operation for a few years until my employer find out he was skimming money. So my employer had him take the long swim down Lake Anasazi." "Who's your employer?" Darlene glumly asks. "I work for Boss Creeg." Lady J answers, smiling. Dale and Darlene fall silent. "So you've heard of him. Not surprising." Lady J says. "But enough talk about business. Tell me, Darlene, when was the last time you went down on your husband?" "It's...been a while." Darlene timidly answers. "Too busy with the kids? That's why I never wanted any." Lady J states. "I mean I just don't understand why I should in the course of nine months slowly ruin my body for something that cries and shits all day. I mean sex with your wife can't be as pleasurable after one baby, let alone three. Isn't that right, Dale?" Dale fails to find the proper words. "I mean it would explain why you would screw around with that nurse." Lady J says. "Not the drugs though." "If there's nothing else to discuss," Dale says, preparing to leave. "I think we should be on our way..." Lady J swiftly grabs Dale's wrist, stopping him. She sternly gazes upon the ex-doctor, immediately worried of his decision to leave his hostess and the consequences it will bring. "But you haven't had dessert yet." Lady J smile returns. "The chocolate soufflé here is fantastic. And I wanted to introduce you to your new assistant." Lady J waves over to the table across the room from them. Mr. Bruun sits at the table with a skinny waif of a woman in her late twenties with curly brown hair down her back, wearing a black leather bustier with a short and tight red pleated shirt over a black wide fishnet bodystocking. The waif notices Lady J waving to her, gesturing her to come over. She takes a final bite of her Fettuccine Alfredo and washes it down with her pinot gris and thanks Mr. Bruun for dinner as she get up and walks to Lady J's table. "This is Chantel, your new nurse." Lady J presents to Dale. "I thought I'd introduce her to you so she could tell you what you'll be doing." "She's a nurse?" Darlene questions, leering over Chantel's attire. "Yeah. Well, kind of." Chantel answers. "I trained at Rand College but I couldn't complete the course because of some personal problems." "What kind of problems?" Dale asks. "Like you, Dale, Chantel has problems with drugs, sex and money and not always in that order." Lady J informs. "I found this poor child turning tricks under the Alissa Overpass Bridge. Lucky for her and me, I needed someone with nurse training when I started the Body Shop. I'm what you might call a job-creator." "The what?" Darlene asks. "Oh, I've said too much." Lady J stands up from the table and pulls down the skirt of her dark blue strapless latex minidress down to her thighs. "Take a seat, Chantel. Tell Dale about his responsibilities of the job." "My pleasure." Chantel replies as she sits and moves close to Dale's side, smiling at him. "While you and I look for some fun elsewhere." Lady J smiles to Darlene. "Ah, thank you, Lady J," Darlene nicely says. "but I would like hear about..." "It wasn't a request." Lady J's smile disappears, scowling down on Darlene. "I can assure you, you will be leaving with me. Question is, how." "Honey, do it." Dale urges. "Just go with her." Lady J holds her hand out to the hesitant wife. With no choose but to submit, Darlene takes her husband's lady boss's hand, standing up from the table. Lady J keeps hold of Darlene's hand as they leave Dale and Chantel. Mr. Bruun follows Lady J and Darlene to the coat check room, where Lady J has Mr. Bruun summon the elevator. After retrieving her black latex trench coat, Lady J had let go of Darlene to put it in. Afterwards, Lady J takes Darlene's hand so they could walk side-by-side to the elevator. When the door slides open, Mr. Bruun clears the way for Lady J and Darlene to enter. After entering the elevator himself, he turns and stands near the entrance to block any more passengers to enter before the door slides shut and the elevator begins its descend while the two ladies behind him face his wide back. "We are we going?" Darlene asks. "I have a special place I like to take my friends." Lady J answers with smile that unnerves Darlene. "I call it my playhouse. You and I are going to have a lot of fun." "That girl, Chantel, can she be trusted?" Darlene quires. "Depends on what." Lady J informs. "For me, she can be trusted with doing her job with a fair amount of competence and sobriety as well as keep her mouth shut until her lawyer arrives." Lady J faces Darlene. "Why? Are you afraid to leave your husband alone with her?" "Of course, I am." Darlene replies, facing down. "Did you see the way she was dressed?" "Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I bought her that bustier." Lady answers before turning her sight to Mr. Bruun's back. "You could be right in your suspensions about Chantel. By now, she probably under the table giving your husband a blowjob." Darlene snaps her head, facing Lady J with frustration. "You have a sick sense of humor." "I wasn't joking." Lady J looks to Darlene. The elevator pings as it stops and the door slides open. Mr. Bruun leads the two ladies to the sub-level parking of the Roland Building. The sub-level is high-ceilinged and widely-spaced, structurally supported by cylindrical concreate pillars, lit by fluorescent lights. Lady J notices someone leaning against a pillar close by, a slender man with brown standing hair wearing a dark orange felt trench coat, smoking a cigarette. "Get the limo, Mr. Bruun. We'll wait here." Lady J orders. "And be quick. I'm very eager to entertain my guest." "Listen, I need to be home by ten." Darlene kindly says. "You're going to be late then." Lady J states. "For how long?" Darlene asks. "A few days, maybe a week." Lady J answers. "What?" Darlene is shocked. "Am I your guest or your prisoner?" "No, you're not my prisoner, Darlene." Lady J steps to Darlene. "You're collateral. I'm having your husband put in charge of one of Boss Creeg's most profitable operations. If he runs it smoothly and I'm certain he can be trusted, I'll let you go." "What if he doesn't?" Darlene questions. "If he doesn't, I keep you and sell you." Lady J bluntly answers. "Sell me?" "Yes, but even if I could sell a woman of your age who's a mother of three, I probably won't make that much money as I usually do. And if Dale makes a very costly mistake, I may have to take one of your kids as well to compensate." "My kids? You can't do that." "Oh, but I can." Lady J grabs Darlene's arms and pulls her close. "I own your husband and now I own you. If I want, I can have your kids shipped off to parts of the world you never knew of. I can have Dale killed. In fact, I could go back up to the restaurant and shoot him dead and everyone would just look the other way. That is who I am, that is what I can do." Lady J asserts. A tear leaks down from Darlene's eye, feeling overwhelmed with hopelessness and powerlessness. Lady J moves her hands up Darlene's arm to her face. Lady J raises Darlene's head to look at her calm, friendly, smiling face. "But I haven't made any decisions yet." Lady J says in a friendly tone. "Now, let's go to my playhouse without any further drama so Dale can work and I can whip you into shape." Lady J slowly leans her head forward to Darlene. "And maybe if you do what I tell you, I'll let you decide which one of your kids I'll take." Lady J calmly instructs before she gently presses her lips onto Darlene's. Darlene yields to Lady J and allows the kiss to continue. Not since she had girl-on-girl sex with the butch lesbian janitor of her high school in the girls shower room in her senior year did Darlene ever kiss another woman and planned to never do so ever again. Then again, she never planned to eat another woman's pussy under a table in a fancy restaurant. Although reluctant, Darlene wonders of this playhouse mentioned. It becomes obvious to her that a latex-wearing, sexually brazen woman like Lady J has plans of an extreme sexually nature for her and not just for the night but a week of whatever sex acts Lady J is into. As a mother and wife of a Dr., Darlene begins to dread about want waits for her at Lady J's playhouse, but deep within her, the sexually-experimenting senior who had sex with Rhonda the lesbian janitor, felt excited. Lady J breaks the kiss and gazes at Darlene, devising how to start with the housewife's journey into sex slavery. First, she'll make Darlene take off all her clothes before going in the limo, including the girdle she's obviously wearing. Then she'll stop the limo a block away from the playhouse and have Darlene walk the rest of the way, giving her her first experience of being nude in public. The fun then begins at the playhouse, where Lady J will tie Darlene down and soften her up with her whip, her nipple clamps, her flogger. On the second day, Lady J will whip her to motivate her improve her oral skills, giving her a shot of ro-zone to make her more docile, then punish her with the most pain-inflicting whip on Darlene's entire backside for failing to make her mistress climax through oral sex before hanging her upside down by her ankles ten feet above the floor with her wrists in cuff behind her, nipple clamps biting down on her nipples and a vibrating butt plug in her anus. On the third day, Darlene will go over her oral skills again, along with more flogging and Lady J introducing her to cocaine. On the fourth day, Lady J will have her dress in the most skankiest clothes she can find to take Darlene out on the town to make her have sex with strangers but can't decide to take her to the Bullethead or the Stonecutter. Lady J ponders at the possibility that she might like Darlene and wish to keep her, despite the outcome of Dale's trail period. Lady J entertains the idea of having Darlene as her live-in maid/sex slave, but reasons that it would keep Dale happy and cooperative if she returned his wife to him, especially with her newly-learned sexual skills. "Who's he now?" Darlene asks, looking pass her mistress-to-be. Lady J turns and sees the man in the orange coat rhythmically sauntering to her as if there was music playing, flicking aside his cigarette. As the man gets closer, his white-blue-green checkered pants along with a tawdry Hawaiian shirt is seen by the ladies, showing them his blatant unawareness of his terrible fashion taste. "Hey, don't stop on my account." The fashion disaster man grins as he ogles. "If you're looking for a sex show, I suggest the Pink Champagne Cabaret." Lady J contemptuously says. "I'm not here for that. I'm here to see you, Lady J." The man with the creepy smile says. "Do I know you?" Lady J questions. "The name's...Moth." Moth proudly and emphatically introduces himself. Lady J shrugs, unimpressed. "Is that supposed to impress me? Because I never hear of you. And if I don't know you, it's because you're not worth knowing." "Well, I know you, Lady J." Moth steps closer. "And I know that you're looking for someone." "Really? And who would that be?" Lady J questions. "A mental patient who escaped from Kane Hill Asylum a few days ago." Moth states. "A real pretty blond chick who was committed there by Boss Creeg." Lady J tries not to show any reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Moth smirks as he pulls out a small photo from his coat and holds it up to Lady J. "So the girl in this mugshot is no one you know?" Moth questions. Lady J takes a step closer for a better look at the photo. Her eyes widen as he recognizes the attractive blond girl on the mugshot. She looks to Moth, who's smirk somehow got wide. "Where do you get that photo?" Lady J asks. "I have my sources." Moth smugly states. "Like I knew you were dining at Messalina's. I also know there was a fire at the asylum and the blond escaped and your boss hasn't had any luck finding her." Moth says "But you can?" Lady J disbelievingly questions. "Hell, yeah. I know the streets, I have connections." Moth replies. "And the reason why you've never heard of me is because maybe you're so high up Prometheus Tower with Creeg, you've lost touch with the streets and the people who live there. You see, I'm an up-and-comer, inevitably rising in the criminal underworld. You just have the good fortune to meet me at my starting point." "And you're offering your help to us for what? Money?" "Money's good. But I'm thinking after giving the blond to your boss on a silver platter, he gives me a place in his organization. And I don't mind starting at the bottom because I will rocket my way up the ranks. Within a year, I'll be Creeg's number one, first choice, right-hand man." "Wow, that's ambitious." Lady J says. Delusional prick. Lady J thinks. "How did you know about the fire? We covered it up." "I told you, I have my..." Moth's attempt of brag is interrupted by a punch to his face. Before Moth could react to defend himself, he feels the stiletto heel of Lady J's shoe stabbing the side of his knee, causing him to fall on his knees. The next thing he feels, and sees as he regains his bearing, is the barrel of Lady J's gun pressed against his cheek. "How did you know about the asylum? Who's your source?" Lady J demands. "My cousin." Moth admits with pathetic panic. "My cousin was an orderly, he gave me the mugshot. He died that night of the fire but a few days ago, he told me about the blond that Boss Creeg sent. After he died, I started asking questions to some of the orderlies he was close to and they told me some powerful people were covering it up and that Creeg's girl got away." "How did you know I was at Messalina's?" "I...I used to be a busboy there. I went over to pick up my last paycheck when I heard you were there and saw it as my chance to work for Boss Creeg." "So you lied to me?" "No, I didn't lie. Okay, I just left out the truth of how I knew about the asylum and you being at the restaurant but everything else I said was completely honest. I can find the girl for you and Creeg. I swore it, I'll find her." Lady J pulls the gun away but keeps it close to Moth's face. Moth looks up at Lady J, sniveling with fear, about to break into tears. The limo slowly drives up near Lady J and Moth. After parking, Mr. Bruun get out of the limo and hurries to assist Lady J. Lady J raises her palm to the driver, gesturing him to stop. "Get up." Lady J orders as she steps back, lowering her gun. "Give me the mugshot." "I have it." Darlene steps in, handing over the photo. "He dropped it when you hit him." "Thank you, Darlene." Lady J smile as she takes the photo. She pockets her gun, takes a pen from her coat and writes on the back. "This is the number you can reach me." Lady J holds it out to Moth. Moth takes the photo but Lady J holds on to it. "Know this, Moth. This number is to be used only once and that is for if you have the girl. If you call me for anything other than that, I will be very disappointed. You don't want to disappoint me, Moth." Lady J lets go of the photo. "No, ma'am." Moth replies, holding the photo at his chest. "I'll have the blond for you in a week...or maybe a month. No more than a mouth, I promise you that." "She's very beautiful." Darlene says. "Why does Boss Creeg want her for?" "Did you look at the photo, Darlene?" Lady J looks to Darlene. "Well, yes, I did." Darlene answers. "I wish you didn't do that." Lady J puts her pen in her coat. "I was hoping to see how you would look in a maid's outfit." Lady J aims her gun at Darlene's face and pulls the trigger. The gunshot echoes throughout the entire sub-level. * * * * Chantel leans forward to kiss the man she straddles through his full-on, untrimmed beard. She arches her back as she rocks her hips to take as much cock of the man below as she can, causing the old springs of the unfolded sofa bed to squeak with every downward thrust. The not-registered nurse peels off her black t-shirt, allowing her lover to view the barbell piercings of her nipples and the heart tattoo between her small breasts. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 20 The sofa bed is in a corner of a small office with old wood panel walls that could only have room for a desk, a chair, a never-used filing cabinet and a small TV on a stand, providing some light to the unlit office with a rerun of Married with Children. Chantel keeps her eyes shut, continuing to ride this bearded man with long, unkempt black hair with bag under his eyes from too many late-nights filled with drugs and alcohol. She tries to imagine him as the doctor she met at Messalina's. Handsome, well-dressed, well-groomed, but as he started to work for Lady J's 'discrete medical practice' which turned out to be an organ harvesting operation called on the streets the Body Shop, she witnessed Dale Buchem slowly deteriorate into something unappealing. Chantel feels his grip on her thighs suddenly tightens, meaning the cock in her is about to blow its load. Normally, this was her signal to quicken her pace to hurry his ejaculation, but after barely one motion, the hard shaft already discharges and immediately becomes flaccid. "Oh, fuck, no!" Dale groans in frustration from his too-brief, lackluster orgasm. "Don't worry, baby." Chantel assures Dale with a kiss. "You're just off your game right now. How about a massage?" "Get the fuck off me." Dale roughly pushes Chantel aside. Fortunately for Chantel, she is pushed on the mattress but still hurt from Dale's rejection. Chantel sits up and leans against the backrest of the sofa, watching the naked Dale gets off the bed and stumbles to his desk. "What are you doing?" Chantel asks. "Looking for that k-page I found on that dead club kid the snatchers brought us last night." Dale states, going over the drawers. "I flushed it before you got up." Chantel states. Immediately outraged, Dale slams the top drawer shut. "Why the fuck did you do that?!" Dale yells. "I was gonna use that that fuck you again." "Fuck this, I'm going home." Chantel stands up to walk off the bed and retrieve her dark blue, high-cut cotton panties from the floor. "I'm registering at nursing school so I'm taking tomorrow off." "You think you're going to get it right this time and be an actual nurse?" Dale sneeringly questions, taking out a paper cup and a bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer. "I've been clean and sober for six months now and I've been saving up to pay for it." Chantel pulls her panties up her legs. "So, I'm definitely on the right path." "Unless that path will lead you to get caught giving head to the instructor to avoid academic suspension like last time." Dale snidely comments as he pours the whiskey nearly at the top of the paper cup and drinks it. "At least I'm learning from my mistakes and not letting them drag me down." Chantel defends herself, putting on her black socks. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dale becomes more irate. "You know what that means." Chantel replies. "Since you've started working here, you're life has been going to shit." "My life was already going to shit!" Dale shouts. "I was one of the top surgeons at Westward Hospital, leaving in a beautiful house on Westward Island with a beautiful wife and three beautiful kids. Now, I'm working in a chop shop for human organs and body parts in the basement of a funeral home where I now also live." Dale takes another gulp of his whiskey before continuing. "Do you know what people are calling me now?" "'Dr. Butcher'". Chantel answers with pity. "My friends and colleagues have all abandoned me, my kids are living with mys in Missouri and my wife is being held by Lady J since that night at the restaurant. If I knew where the cunt is keeping Darlene..." "I told you already, I don't know where Lady J has your wife." "So on those times you spend the night with her and come back with a bruised ass, she never mentioned anything about Darlene?" "No, and I never brought up you or her." "Convenient." "Oh? You ever thought of your wife whatever you'd fuck me?" Dale instantly goes from irate to furious by Chantel's comment. He gulps down the rest of the whiskey, planning to bitch slap his nurse before forcing her back to the sofa bed and anally rape her. He crushes the paper cup and carelessly drops it as he hurries around the back of the desk to Chantel, standing near the door, unafraid. Chantel flips the light switch on and the comforting dark vanishes from the office's florescent lights. Dale's vision to momentarily lose focus as his upper thigh runs into the corner of the desk, causing him to lose his footing, falls onto a wood panel wall and falls on his back on the cold tiled floor. Chantel looks down on Dale lying dazed and naked on the floor as her pity for him becomes contempt. "How far you have fallen, Dr. Butcher." Chantel says. The sudden ringing of an electric bell outside the office startles Chantel. Dale manages to roll to his side, knowing for certain that the ringing isn't in his head. "Someone at the back door." Chantel says. "Must be another late-night drop-off." "Fuck, it this time of night?" Dale asks, trying to lift himself up. "We're not the dentist. We don't work nine to five and take Wednesdays off." Chantel condescendingly informs, walking to the opened door. "Get up and get dress. I'll see who it is." Chantel leaves the office and walks in the dark and dank basement of the Pleasant Passages funeral home. She gets her black vinyl apron from the wall hook near the crematorium and puts it on, covering her front and her breasts. Reaching in the pocket of the apron, Chantel pulls out and checks over her collapsible baton, small enough to conceal. Chantel puts the baton back in the apron pocket as she walks to the wide metal back door. The electric bell rings twice, indicating whoever's outside is growing impatient. "I'm coming." Chanter says. "It's not like there's another organ-harvesting racket you can go to." At the back door, Chantel turns on the security monitor connected to a security camera on the other side of the door. The image on the screen shows Moth, pressing the doorbell button again while Pin waves to the camera. "Ah, fuck." Chantel utters before pressing the intercom button. "What the fuck do you want, Moth? Do you strike out with every girl in Plutopolis and decided to give necrophilia a try?" "Hey, that you, Chantel?" Moth replies through the intercom. "Let us in. We got some fresh cadavers for Dr. Butcher to carve up." "He doesn't do dead animals found on the road." Chantel states. "They're not animals, we have two dead bodies in Pin's trunk." Moth explains, getting agitated. "One of them was killed by me." "Oh, bullshit. Who were they?" Chantel watches on the screen Moth yelling at the camera. With the intercom button on the outside not pressed, she would have to lip read Moth to make out what he's saying from his open mouth as well as read his facial expression to see how angry he is. Pin steps in between Moth and the camera, urging Moth to calm down for a minute. After Moth stills himself and collects himself, Pin goes on the intercom. "It's Zippy and Oxy-Mo, Chantel." Pin says through the intercom. "They're dead." "What?" Chantel ejaculates in disbelief. "How? Why'd you bring them here?" Moth rudely barges through Pin to the intercom and says a few words before Pin reminds him to push the button to talk. "Why else would we come to the Body Shop? To cash in on their organs." Moth crudely elucidates. "Now are you going to let us in so we can conduct some business with your boss or should we just leave our dead friends in front of the funeral home for the neighbors to see?" "Fine, hang on." Chantel reluctantly yields. Chantel unlocks the metal door's dead bolt and pulls it open, keeping her hand on her apron pocket. Moth leans against the door frame, smiling, as if he expects a highly enthusiastic welcoming from the skinny, small-breasted girl wearing an apron in its place of a shirt. "Hey, Chantel. Long time, no see." Moth greets. "And I do like what I see." "The feeling ain't mutual." Chantel bluntly retorts. "Where the stiffs?" * * * * Jill awakes from her post-sex nap, feeling the tip of a tongue circling both her nipples. She opens her eyes and sees Lotus and Lily licking her pert nipples as she lies in the middle of the bed they share. She recall with joy of the fantastic sex she just had with the twins. Lotus was successful to heal her sister while Jill performed oral sex on her, almost tiring her tongue in the process. While Lily rested, Jill took the time to call her concierge friend for information of Boss Creeg or Lady J. Afterwards, Lotus was next to be healed by Lily and Jill's tongue was put to work again. Soon after Lotus was healed, the twins decided to reward their friend with an incredible orgasm by oral sex, one from each twin. Lotus lifts her head from Jill's nipple and gives Jill a kiss. Lily does the same and kisses Jill, using her tongue. "You two really know to make it worth my while." A satisfied Jill says, pulling herself up to rest against the headboard. "So you're both healed now?" "Yes." Lotus answers, sitting up. "My vision is completely back. I can cut the wings off a fly again." "As am I." Lily adds, standing up on her knees. "My body is no longer in shock from the stabbing and I will be able to take the stitches out in a day." "That's amazing." Jill says. "Did Sensei Xhan teach you how to heal people with sex?" "No, our mother did." Lotus answers. "Back in Japan, she was...a witch." "A witch?" Surprised Jill questions. The conversation is interrupted as the phone on the nightstand rings. "That's probably Spike." Jill reaches for the phone and picks up the receiver. "Hello, Spike? Do you have anything?" As Jill moves to the edge of the bed near the phone, Lotus and Lily move to the middle and lay down close together, facing each other. "Now that we are healed, we can find Lady J and avenge our sensei and Little Tokyo." Lily says. "You are not worried about facing Boss Creeg to do that?" Lotus questions. "Boss Creeg should be worried about facing us. Terrified." Lily replies. "You are willing spill that much blood for vengeance?" "Yes, as you should. And I do not want only blood, I want the truth. I want to hear it from that whore's lip before I plunge my blade into her heart." Lotus moves herself closer to Lily and puts her hand on her sister's hip. Lily's fingers light brushes over the hair over Lotus's eyes. "Even if we kill Lady J, Creeg and anyone else who gets in our way and we survive all of it, what then?" Lotus questions. "Our sensei is dead and there is nothing for us in Little Tokyo." "We...we go back to Japan." Lily smiles at her new-found idea. "We can go home." "Yes, home." Lotus smiles. "We can finally live our lives the way we want to without anyone telling us. Maybe we go back to our village, make our home in mother's house." "Wherever it is we make our home, it will be home so long as we are together." Lily says, moving closer to Lotus to kiss her. "Well, I don't have any bad news," Jill hangs up the phone and turns to the twins. "But I don't have the best of news either." "So tell us then." Lily says, sitting up with Lotus. "Spike can confirm Lady J was spotted at St. Vincent's earlier tonight but other than he's got nothing on her, the contacts on her are either dead or missing. Even her bodyguard is missing." Jill informs. "Not missing. Dead." Lily corrects. "What about Creeg?" Lotus asks. "Creeg spend the night at his penthouse until he left all of a sudden to drive to Kane Hill a few hours ago." Jill continues to inform. "What is in Kane Hill for Creeg to go there this late at night?" Lotus asks. "There's an asylum over there but why would he go there?" Jill answers. "Oh, you also wanted to know about a guy name Orpheus Jones?" "Yes, what about him?" Lotus asks. "If this Orpheus guy is important to you, you better get to him quick." Jill states. "Because if what Spike told me is accurate, he won't last the night or the next hour." * * * * With no one to help him, Orpheus leans on the wall of a building of the commercial neighborhood of Hegyes Street as every step up gets more painful. Since making his victorious departure from the Bloodrome, the adrenaline has slowly worn off, bringing the pain of Stomper's punches to the surface along with the pain of his own fists from punching. Even his pulled leg muscle from Huntrix is hurting worse than before. Orpheus struggles to get to the Remar Avenue el-train platform across the intersection, which feels like a mile to him. He stumbles on the asphalt when he hears running and shouting behind him, getting closer. Looking behind him, Orpheus sees the Steelheads chasing at him with furious vengeance. Orpheus finds the will to push through his pain and hurries to the metal grate stairs of the platform in hope to escape. Halfway through the intersection, an old blue Dodge 3700 GT speeds pass him, the breaks screeches as it swerves and stops near the steps, blocking Orpheus's path. Juliet steps out of the front passenger side, accompanied by four of the Lost Princesses. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, Orpheus?" Juliet aims her gun at her ex-boyfriend. The four Lost Princesses raise guns at Orpheus in accordance with their leader. From both sides of the Dodge, two cars drives near her. From each car, more Lost Princesses joins Juliet, armed with gun, shotguns and rifles, aiming at the Steelheads, slowly stopping at the edge of the intersection. Orpheus recognizes some of them from the encounter at the Comin'/Going, especially the one he punched in the throat. The only Steelheads missing are Stomper, still injured by the beating Orpheus gave him and the twenty foot drop afterwards, and Matilda, probably at her boyfriend's side to lick his wounds, and the one he hit in the knee with a baseball bat. * * * * "Faster, Otto!" Matilda yells. "Go fucking faster!" Behind the wheel of his van, Otto foots the accelerator to the floor. With no traffic at this time of night, he can drive in the middle of the road, not stopping for anyone crossing the street. In the back of the van, the injured Stomper is on his back, struggling to breath with blood streaming from his nose and mouth while Matilda kneels next to her boyfriend, holding his hand. "We're almost at the hospital." Otto notifies. "Just keep Stomper with us." "Hear that, baby?" Matilda leans over Stomper. "We'll get you to the hospital where they'll fix you up so you can kill Jones." "Sunnyside." Stomper forces himself to say. "What?" Matilda utters, hoping it's not what she's thinking. "Sunnyside Motel." Stomper says, looking at Matilda with suspension. "What were you doing at the Sunnyside Motel?" "Jones told you, didn't he?" Matilda asks, feeling her life ending. "Yeah, he told me everything." Stomper lies. "He told me about...Topaz." Matilda's mouth drops as she starts to fluster. She foresees as soon as the rest of the Steelheads know of her lesbian affair with Topaz, her life is over. But not right away. First, they'll tie her and her black hooker lover down to a wood pallet and get gang-raped by the entire gang before killing them. Matilda then grasps that outcome can only happen if Stomper tells the Steelheads. The flustering and the fear ceases for Matilda, knowing she has only one option. Her metallic hand grabs Stomper's neck, immediately choking him. She presses her other hand over Stomper's mouth, preventing him from calling for help. In his wounded condition, Stomper can barely move his arms to push Matilda from him. Matilda checks on Otto, still keeping his eyes on the road, unaware of the murder in progress. She looks back at Stomper, whose eyes are wide and filled with hatred. She tightens her grip on his neck, now cutting off the flow of blood to his brain. Soon Stomper's enraged eyes slowly rolls up, the body stops resisting and becomes still. Certain that Stomper is dead, Matilda pulls herself away and crawls backward to the wall of the van. She curls her legs to her chest, staring at her deceased leader and boyfriend as tears start to form. * * * * "There he is." petgirl yells, keeping her arms around Huntrix's hips. Huntrix speeds her motorcycle down Remar Avenue, heading toward the intersection where the in-peril Orpheus has the Steelhead on his left and the Lost Princesses on his right. "How did you know Orpheus would be there?" petgirl asks over the roar of the motorcycle's engine. "Lucky guess." Huntrix loudly answers. "I figured your owner would head for the nearest el-train from the Bloodrome. Guess I was right." "You going to fight all of them." petgirl asks. "Fuck, no." Huntrix answers. "I'll have to grab him and then haul ass." "petgirl will get off then so you will have room." Petgirl says, pulling her arms away from Huntrix. "Wait 'til I stop." Huntrix commands. Before Huntrix could slow down her motorcycle, petgirl's hands grabs the seat and lifts her naked ass off and swiftly plants her feet on the seat. Huntrix is amazed as she watches petgirl springs her legs to leap backwards and do a somersault like a circus acrobat before gracefully landing on her feet like a cat in the middle of the road. "Nimble little minx." Huntrix utters before turning her attention the intersection she approaches. By now, Orpheus and the two gangs surrounding him notice the roaring of the incoming motorcycle down the road heading for them. "Is that who I think it is?" Juliet asks, keeping her gun on Orpheus. The Steelheads defensively backs away to avoid getting run over by Huntrix's motorcycle, swerving around the intersection and halting near Orpheus. Juliet shifts her gun from her ex-boyfriend to Huntrix but before LP leader had a chance to aim, Huntrix swiftly snap her whip at Juliet's gun, wrapping around her Walter P90. With a tug, the gun flies out of Juliet's hand and in a second lands in Huntrix's left hand and quickly aims it at the Steelheads. With her whip already wrapped around the handle bar, Huntrix pulls out her Glock 17 gun from her holster and aims it at Juliet. Orpheus is completely flabbergasted by Huntrix's amazing skills with the whip and then keeping two gangs on opposite sides at bay with her guns, founding it real sexy. "Move your ass, sunshine!" Huntrix orders Orpheus. "I'm not here to socialize with your ex." Orpheus staggers to Huntrix, sliding his goggles over his eyes before sitting behind her on the motorcycle. "Why's she saving you?" Juliet asks in anger. "Are you fucking her now?" "Honey, I do the fucking." Huntrix states. "And if I did, he wouldn't look this good." Orpheus holds on to Hurtrix's hips as the motorcycle races down the road, leaving the Steelheads and the Lost Princesses in their wake of smoke and fumes. * * * * "Take it or leave it, Moth." Chantel says, walking through the plastic curtain to the basement. "Or just leave." "Are you trying to rip me off?" Moth agitatedly asks, swinging his arms to get through the plastic curtain and follow Chantel. "Those two are worth at least three thou." "Those were your friends." Chantel reminds. "You have no problem profiting from their deaths?" "If they were my friends, they'd understand and want me to make money selling their bodies to make up for the times they held me back being the constant fuck-ups they are." Moth arrogantly justifies. "Well, the value of Oxy Mo's organs is suspect because of his steroid use in his boxing days but there a high demand for livers and we can make some good coin from Zippy's liver, same for his heart and lungs." "If I knew Zippy was worth more dead, I would have killed the little shit long ago." Moth states. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 20 "Some friend you are." Chantel comments. As Chantel and Moth approach the crematorium, Pin causally leans on it while Zane crouches down to look inside through the open gate. "So, how much are we getting for Oxy and Zippy?" Pin asks. "'We'? Taking that ungrateful asshole and that bleeding moron here was my fucking idea. Don't forget that." Moth callously says to Pin. "Sure, you could have let their families give your dead friends a proper funeral like any decent human being would but where's the money is that?" Chantel sarcastically questions as she walks pass Pin and Zane. "Hey, we're not done here." Moth stops Chantel by grabbing her arm. "I want to talk to Dr. Butcher, the real boss here." "He's on the phone right now." Chantel pulls her arm free from Moth's hand. "And he doesn't like being called that." "The boss?" Moth asks. "Dr. Butcher, you fucking idiot." Chantel corrects. "That's not his real name?" Moth asks. Chantel is uncertain whether to clarify the actual name of her boss/lover to Moth or just call him a fucking idiot again. Explaining would probably be a waste of time and insulting his intelligence as well as his status of a man and a human being would certainly be more satisfying. But the decision becomes moot when the electric bell rings again. "What's that?" Zane quickly straightens up with worry. "It's the doorbell, dumbass." Chantal informs. "It's probably the snatchers." "Snatchers?" Pin asks. "A bunch of lowlifes hired to find any dead bodies on the streets and bring them here to harvest. Fortunately, there's no shortage of murders in this city." Chantel explains. "Yeah? How much are they getting paid?" Moth inquires. "You assholes just wait here and be quiet." Chantel says, walking to the back door. Moth watches Chantel walk away, he observes her topless backside, focusing on her ass, imagining how good it might look without her panties, but still wearing the apron. "She wants me." Moth says with a curl on the side of a smug smile. Pin and Zane look at each other and subtly shrug. Chantel looks at the security monitor and is surprised to see Lady J on the screen, cautiously looking around her. Without hesitation, Chantel unlocks the metal door and opens it, allowing Lady J to hurry inside. "What brings you here this time of night?" Chantel asks, shutting and locking the door. "Where's Buchem?" Lady J demands to know, ignoring Chantel's question. "In his office." Chantel answers. Lady J marches to the office as Moth steps in with Pin and Zane behind him. "Lady J." Moth brashly greets. "Funny how we keep..." Lady J walks pass Moth without a word or even a look as she continues to the office. Moth clenches his fist as he becomes irate from the lack of respect and acknowledgement. "I didn't survive Space Monkeys Park just to be treated like shit." Moth says, following Lady J. Entering the office, Lady J sees Dale in his scrubs sitting behind his desk talking on the phone. "Whoever that is, hang up." Lady J orders. "What are you...?" Dale attempts to ask. "I said HANG UP!!!" Lady J yells. "I'll call you back." Dale says in the phone receiver before hanging up. Lady J strides to the corner of the office across from the door and tears off the poster of Janine Lindemulder in a nurse's uniform from its tacks, revealing a hidden safe. She taps the access code only she knows on the small keypad and opens it. The safe contains stacks of dollar bills, passports, a cell phone and a Beretta Cougar with three clips. "Are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Dale asks. "It must be really serious for you're going through your secret safe." "If only I had the time." Lady J replies. "You and me need to dialogue." Moth bursts in the office. "You get the fuck out of here." Chantel demands, storming in the office after Moth. "All I have to say to you is fuck off." Lady J says, looking over a passport, not bothering to look at Moth. "Tell me, how happy was Creeg when you delivered his girlfriend back to him." Moth asks, glancing over Dale's desk. "I mean does he even know...?" Moth stops his question when he spots a framed picture of a milf with flaxen blond hair in a white sundress on the desk giving a perfect smile. Lady J looks to Moth as he picks up the picture for a closer look. She gets uneasy as Moth recognizes the woman in the photo to be Darlene. "Ya mind?" Dale asks, bothered by Moth's sudden fixation with his wife's photo. "That's my wife." "That's your wife?" Moth asks, showing the picture to Dale. "Her name's Darlene, right?" "Moth..." Lady J urges with a warning tone. "You know my wife?" Dale questions. "Yeah, I met her at the parking level of the Roland Building." Moth answers. "Right before Lady J killed her." "Moth, you rat bastard of an asshole." Lady J sneers. "You killed my wife?" Dale looks to Lady J in grief. "You killed Darlene?" "Oh, yeah. Shoot her in the head." Moth puts the picture back on the desk. "Then she dropped her at the bottom of Lake Anasazi." "Did you know about this?" Dale questions Chantel. "I swear, I didn't know." Chantel answers. Aware of the situation about to get volatile, Lady J reaches in the safe for the Beretta but her hand barely enters the safe when Dale aims a Browning High-Power gun at her. "Don't you fucking move!" Dale yells, standing up from his chair. Lady J stills herself. Moth pulls his gun out but is unsure who to aim at. Not fond of guns, Chantel backs herself to the door, hoping to flee, but Pin and Zane proposedly block her way, holding their guns. "Why? Why did you kill Darlene?" Dale interrogates, simmering with rage. "What reason could you possibly have to kill my wife?" "You wouldn't understand." Lady J replies raising her hands at shoulder-length. "Then maybe you can tell me what you did to Boss Creeg that pissed him off so bad, he's got Greyline after you?" Dale inquires. "Who were you talking to on the phone?" Lady J asks, feeling the corner she's in getting smaller. "The Boss himself." Dale grins. "You shouldn't have yelled at me. Now he knows you're here and you're gonna stay right there while we all wait for Greyline." "Or what? You'll shoot me?" Lady J lowers hand to her hips. "We both know you don't have the stone for that." Lady J walks to Dale. "To take a life while looking at the victim's eyes and watch the life inside fade away. Not everyone has the will for that." Lady J stops near Dale with his gun at point blank to her chest. "Do it. Kill me. It's not like your doctor anymore and obey that stupid Hippocratic Oath. So go ahead and avenge your wife." Dale can't stop his hand from shaking or find the will to pull the trigger. Lady J gently takes the gun from Dale's hand and hits him across his face with it. Dale falls on his desk and haunches over it as he spits out a tooth. He lay his head down and begins to cry. "Look at you, Dale. You're falling apart. Literally." Lady J says. "I do not appreciate you spreading lies about me and my standing with Mr. Creeg. For that alone, I should have your three kids sent here so you can watch me kill you son, Peter, and your daughter, Adele, and would have you harvest their organs. As for your oldest daughter, Lena, we would take a trip to the Doll Factory where you will watch her become a slave-doll and sell her at the lowest price." Lady J steps close to Dale, placing her hand on his back. "But instead, for your excellent work and loyalty, I will grant you mercy." Lady J points the gun at Dale's head. "I'm going to reunite you with your wife." Lady fails to pull the trigger when something metallic and slender strikes the back of her head fast and hard enough to render her unconscious and fall to the floor. Dale slowly lifts himself off the desk to see Chantel hold her baton, standing over the downed Lady J. "What a cunt." Chantel says. "Holy shit." Moth blurts. "That was...so hot." "Let's get the fuck outta here." Pin says, turning to leave. "I'm with ya, bro." Zane joins in leaving. "Get back here, you pussies." Moth chases after his retreating friends heading for the back door. "We just got an opportunity to..." "Fuck that and fuck you, Moth." Pin interrupts. "I'm not waiting around for Boss Creeg's private army to take jumper cables and a car battery to my balls." "Me neither." Zane concurs. Moth stops as Pin and Zane near the back door. "This is why you are never gonna to make the big time like me." Moth points. "You're both too stupid and too scared. You're all lucky I let you losers run with me but I guess when I turn over Lady J to Boss Creeg, I'll just have to tell him I did all by myself." "Let us know how that turns out." Pin says. First at the door, Zane quickly unlock it and opens it. Pin runs out the door and Zane runs with him. Moth is alone for a few seconds until Chantel leaves the office, guiding Dale by his arm. No longer in the apron, Chantel is wearing a white parka jacket with grey jogging pant and sneakers. "You're bailing too." Moth asks. "Hell, yeah." Chantel replies. "Help yourself to what's in the safe." Chantel suggests, keeping the several stacks of bills hidden in her zipped-up jacket. Reminded about the safe, Moth hurries back to the office, going directly to the opened safe like a homing missile and stuffs the pockets of his coat with as much money their can take. He sees Lady J on the floor, still unconscious. Moth then ponders how grateful Boss Creeg would be if he delivered Lady J to the crime lord personally. * * * * Robert the doorman stands at attention when Boss Creeg enters the lobby of the Prometheus Tower, accompanied by four bodyguards. Robert gets nervous when he notices the harsh scowl on his face. He figures his phone call to Creeg, insisting to return to the Prometheus as soon as possible and not explain why may have angered him. Something no one should do the biggest crimelord in Plutopolis. "This better be good, Robert." Creeg exclaims, approaching the front desk. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mr. Creeg." Robert apologizes. "But it was important for you to get here." "You were very vague on the phone." Creeg slams his fists on the desk. "You know I don't like vague. Now that I'm here, what so important you had pull me away from a business crisis?" "Please don't blame Robert, dear." Creeg and his bodyguards look to a distant couch where Angel sits. She drops the PVC harness onto her coat, leaving her completely naked. "I told Robert not say anything about me." Angel stands up and walks to Creeg. "I wanted to see the look on your face when you see me." "It's...you." A surprised Creeg utters. "Aren't you happy to see me?" Angel questions. "I'm happy to see you." "Everybody out." Creeg firmly orders. "Now." Without question, the bodyguards break from Creeg and head for the front door. Robert gets out from behind the desk to join them and keep the doorman company. Creeg and Angel are only ones in the lobby when the nude blond stops in front of the crimelord. She lowers herself on to her knees, smiling up to him. Creeg looks down on Angel, giving no smile. Angel notices a bulge rising in his trousers. She gently rests the side of her head on Creeg's hip as her hand explores the bulge. "You are happy to see me." Angel says, still smiling. Creeg still does not smile or show any kind of friendly expression. Angel gives a soft kiss to the erection peering through Creeg's pants, which get harder but still doesn't win him over. Angel reaches to undo Creeg's belt, hoping oral sex will earn her some gratitude. Angel's wrists are roughly grabbed by Creeg's strong hands and pull above her, nearly dislocating both of her shoulders. Angel's smile is gone, replaced by fear and pain. "Please, Master." Angel begs. "Please, take me back." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 21 CHAPTER TWENTY ONE "RESCUE ME" A few months ago... Late at night with no lights, the back alley is dark for Blitzy of the Steelheads, running in fear. What started out as an evening of their usual reckless fun, which involves drinking, vandalism, and randomly attacking gay, non-whites or whoever they don't like, became a night of terror. It started after Blitzy and five other Steelheads viciously assaulted an Asian man in Little Tokyo and ran into the alleys to hide. On their way on meet with the rest of their gang, one of the neo-Nazis stopped to take a leak and wasn't seen again. It wasn't until two more Steelheads disappeared did Blitzy and the others suspect something was wrong. The last three stayed close together for a few blocks until Blitzy was startled by a trash can falling over causing him to lose his nerve and run from his gang members. Blitzy looks back at the friends he abandoned and is shocked to witness them being attacked by a man in a dark red hoodie. The hooded man fought the Steelheads with speed, strength and brutality. When the second to last Steelheads hits the ground, Blitzy ran, hoping to lose this stalker in the alleys. Blitzy finds his luck running out when the alley he thought would lead him to a street turns out to be a dead end. He turns to backtrack and find other alley but stop after the first step when he sees the hooded stalker walking to him. With the hood over his head and the darkness of the alley, Blitzy cannot see the face his new enemy. "Do you know who you're fucking with?" Blitzy yells. "When the rest of the Steelheads find out about you, you're fucking dead!" "Gotta die sometime." The hooded man replies, approaching Blitzy with his fists ready. "Must as well do it taking out trash like you." "Why you doing this?" Blitzy backs himself into a cinder block wall at the end of the alley. "The Steelheads killed a friend of mine." The hooded man answers. "You'll have to narrow that down." Blitzy sneers, reaching under his green sleeveless army jacket. "The Steelheads have killed a lot of people." Blitzy pulls out a Smith & Wesson Model 13 on the hooded avenger in front of him. "Thought you got me, didn't ya asshole?" Blitzy widely grins. "But I got you. You didn't corner me, I lured you here so..." Blitzy's boasting is interrupted by the sudden breaking of several bones of his gun-holding hand, quickly grabbed by the hooded man, causing the Steelhead to scream in pain for a second before having his head slammed against the wall behind him, knocking him out. The hooded man stands near the unconscious Blitzy, waiting for him to wake up. Unlike what he did the other Steelheads, he plans to let Blitzy go with only an injured hand so he convey a message to the Steelheads' leader, Stomper. The message would be something like I'm coming for you and your entire gang. He then debates with himself if he should give the Steelheads a chance to leave town or turn themselves over to the police. "I don't like people sneaking up on me." The hooded man says to whoever is behind him in the dark and quiet alley. He keeps his head bowed to conceal his face in the shadow of his hood as he turns around and sees Sensei Xhan standing near with the Swan of Death at his side. "Good evening, friend." Xhan greets with a smile. "I am Sensei Xhan." "I know who you are. You run Little Tokyo." The hooded man says. "I got no beef with you, pal." "Nor I with you." Xhan reassures. "But I do have beef with these Steelheads. They attacked a business colleague of mine and I promised his family I would bring him justice." "Then you'll have good news to give." The hooded man says. "We were to dispense that justice when we saw you taking on the Steelheads by yourself." Xhan explains, walking to the hooded man. "Your tactic were remarkable." "You were watching me?" "Yes. What impressed me greatly what was how you use stealth on the first three before directly fighting the rest." "It was risky to take six of them head on, so I quietly took them down one-by-one. I was surprise I got three of them." "You prey like the spider, silently, focused, and then you strike like the bat, swiftly, with precision and just as silent." "Thanks for review. Later." The hooded man walks around Xhan to depart but the Swan steps in his way, crossing her arms. "I'm only going to say this once, lady, and really nice." The hooded man says. "Please, step aside." "The Sensei did not permit you to leave." The Swan states. "I don't work for him and we're not in LT," The hooded man retorts. "and I didn't ask." "Please excuse her, friend." Xhan interjects "She is loyal and feels you have disrespected me by leaving before I could finish." "Whatever it is you're offering, I'm not interested. End of discussion." The hooded man exclaims, shifting to Xhan. "Now, you can tell your..." The hooded man spots Blitzy standing up from the ground, raising his gun with his other hand. "You're fucking dead!" Blitzy yells with hate and pain, about the randomly shoot everyone in front of him. Suddenly, Blitzy get a brief glance of something metal thrusting down faster than he can see, then watches his gun fall to the ground, along with his severed hand. Shocked, he lowers what remains of his arm to see a second Swan of Death near him with her katana stained with his blood. The first Swan races to Blitzy as she draws her katana. The last thing Blitzy hears is the sound of perfectly sharp metal cutting through the air before cutting through his neck. The first Swan grabs Blitzy's head by its long dark brown hair, keeping it in place as the headless body collapses to join the severed gun hand. "You see, friend." Xhan proudly presents. "My Swans of Death are just as..." Xhan looks around when the hooded man is no one to be seen, finding only himself, his twin assassins and a decapitated Steelhead to be in the alley. "Where did he go?" The second Swan asks, hurrying to her sensei's side. "Should we go after him, Sensei?" The first Swan asks, hurrying as well after dropping the head. "No." Xhan halts the Swans. "Right now, he is not a problem. We do need to deal with the Steelheads however." Xhan walks to Blitzy's severed head, looking into his dead eyes. "Find the ones our friend attacked and take their heads. Then find where they congregate and leave the heads there in a row. It will make them think twice before infringing on our community." "Yes, Sensei." Both Swans says. "And when you're both done, meet me at the Rising Tiger." Xhan commands as he leaves. "I would like a massage before turning in for the night." "Yes, Sensei." Both Swans says. Unbeknown to Xhan and the Swan, the hooded man monitors them from a fire escape of a nearby building. He stays tucked down and silent, waiting until the sensei and his assassins are gone. "Prey like the spider, strike like the bat." He says lowly to himself. "Hmmm. I like the sound of that." * * * * With Orpheus's legs unable to carry him after getting off the motorcycle, Huntrix pulls his arm over her shoulder to help the weak Orpheus walk down the back lane to the backdoor of Rocko's Gym. "You look like you've been up against the entire Plutopolis Pylons." Huntrix says. "You should see the other guy." Orpheus jokes. "How'd you find me?" "After Zelda and Jaz dropped us off, they told us that Juliet might take you to the Bloodrome." Huntrix explains. "When me and petgirl got there, we heard about you beating the leader of the Steelheads and you already left, so we started looking for you until we found you, about to get killed by the two gangs you've pissed off. Is there anyone in this city who doesn't want to kill you?" "I've been wondering about that myself." Orpheus answers. The backdoor of the gym flies open and a joyous petgirl runs out with her arms out to Orpheus. "Orpheus! petgirl is so happy to that you're back." petgirl cheerfully says before taking her owner's arm over her shoulder. "I'm happy too. I didn't think I was going to see either or you again." Orpheus says, trying to stay conscious. "So what is this place?" "This used to a boxing gym but it closed years ago." Huntrix explains. "I use it as a safe house in case I need to hide someone for a while. Never thought I would hide myself here." "I hope you're not expecting to go a few rounds with me in the ring because I would hate to kick your ass." Orpheus snickers. "Still got your sense of humor." Huntrix replies. "How about you try walking on your own first, then we'll see about going in the ring." "Didn't think you cared." Orpheus says, smiling at Huntrix. "Don't get any ideas, Jones." Huntrix affirms. "This is at best a limited partnership to find Lady J." "Then we all have a common goal." A female voice behind them says. Huntrix lets go of Orpheus's arm as she turns on her heel and draws her gun at the Twin Swans of Death, standing at the sides of her motorcycle. "The Swan of Death." Huntrix says, keeping her gun up to the Swan on her left, just noticing the Swan on her right. "Before you say it," The Swan on the right says. "yes, there is two of us. Let us move on." "Lotus and Lily, what brings you here?" Orpheus turns around with petgirl's help. "If you're looking...for Soo and...what's her name...Lin-Ling..." Orpheus gets disoriented, unable to think or speak. "Sorry, I'm not feeling...so good all of a sudden...I think I just need to lay d...." Orpheus's legs give out as he slips into unconsciousness. Not particularly strong, petgirl fails keep Orpheus from dropping to the pavement but is able to guide him into her arms as she kneels down with her falling master. "Orpheus?" petgirl calls. "Orpheus, are you okay?" The slave-doll starts to worry as Orpheus remains unresponsive. "Please say something, Master." * * * * Moth feels optimistic as he walks backwards from the office dragging the unconscious Lady J by under her arms with her wrists and feet bound together by duct tape and her mouth taped shut. With his limited strength, Moth could not put Lady J over his shoulder as he thought he could and had drag her with her ass and legs on the floor. Despite that, Moth was confident the rest of his plan will work. All he has to is drive to the Prometheus Tower and deliver him Lady J to Boss Creeg, then he is set for life in Creeg's empire of crime, maybe even gets Lady J's position. He thinks of the benefits that will fall in his lap, more money, better clothes, a better home to live, a better car, women swooning over him like dogs to a dangling pork chop which would lead him to... "Oh, shit." Moth stops when he finds one flaw in his plan. "I don't have a car." Moth remembers that his car is upside-down in the parking lot of Space Monkeys Park and used Zippy's car after Pin lifted them from their dead friend and now Pin and Zane have already drove off. "There's always a setback in my plans." Moth utters with growing frustration. "One fucking setback." Moth pushes to turn his frustration into determination and resumes dragging Lady J to the backdoor. With the Beretta he found in the safe Moth could easily steal a car, even if he has to kill the unfortunate driver or anyone who gets in his way, leaving a trail of corpses to the Prometheus Tower. Suddenly, the door bursts door as Greyline commandos storms the basement, aiming their assault rifle at Moth. "Move and you're dead!" One of the commandos threatens. "Nononono." Moth drops Lady J, not caring if she hit her head on the floor, to stand up to reach for his two guns. "She's mine! I'm giving her to Boss Creeg, so you mercs can just fuck off!" Out of Moth's view, a Greyline commando quickly steps to Moth and strikes him across the face with the shoulder stock of his rifle, knocking Moth out and falls over Lady J, dropping his guns on the floor. "Jesus Christ, Weyrich." Another of the commandos says. "We could have easily shot him down." * * * * The only thing close to clothing Fifi could find in the gym was a gold thong bikini next the round cards in the storage room and a grey sweatshirt with the sleeves and midriff cut off. In her new attire, she makes a note to herself to get some more appropriate clothes for her mistress's safe house, including shoes. Fifi decides to search the exercise area when Huntrix enters the gym through the backdoor, holding Orpheus in her arms. petgirl eagerly follows the leather amazon with Lotus and Lily. "Bed." Huntrix commands. Fifi runs ahead of her mistress to the manager's office and opens the door for her. The room is furnished with a small table with a coffee maker and an old radio on the side, a small bookshelf with three books, a short stack of old boxing magazines and a chess set, and a queen-sized bed with faded brass headboard and footboard centered against the wall. Huntrix enters the room and puts Orpheus on the bed. "Will Orpheus be okay?" petgirl asks after running to her master's side. "I don't know. I'm not a doctor." Huntrix answers, moving away from the bed. Lotus and Lily pass Fifi as they walk into the room. Each twin ninja stopped at an end of the footboard at observe Orpheus. "It could be exhaustion." Lily speculates, stepping closer to Orpheus. "The fight he just had could have taken its toll on him not just physically but emotionally as well." "Notice the slight shaking of his hand?" Lotus points out before sitting on the bed. "He must be going through withdrawal. He does not appear like the average drug addict so he is most likely taking energy drinks to keep him active and has not had one in a while." Lotus looks to Huntrix. "Has he had drugs of any kind?" "Not that I know of." Huntrix answers. "But he was shot up with something called Crazy Town at the asylum. Whatever it was supposed to do to him, it didn't work." "Residual traces from this Crazy Town could be a factor." Lily kneels over Orpheus and lightly slaps his face for a response. "Maybe even worsening his condition." "We can heal him." Lotus stands up. "Give us an hour with Jones." "Just hang on a second. Why do you care about this street rat so much?" Huntrix questions "We need to know what he knows about Lady J and the circumstances leading to Little Tokyo." Lotus explains. "Any information he can provide can help us." "Oh, know your enemy. Got it." Huntrix says, heading to the door. "Knock yourself out then." After Huntrix departs through the door, Fifi shuts the door behind her as she follows her leather-clad mistress. "Can you help Orpheus?" petgirl asks, still at her master's side. "Yes, but you need to leave." Lily replies. "petgirl cannot leave Orpheus again." petgirl kindly objects. "petgirl wants to help you heal Orpheus." "What we are going to do is not for spectators." Lily states. "Lily." Lotus holds an open palm out to Lily before turning to petgirl. "You are a slave-doll from the Doll Factory, are you not?" "Yes, petgirl is from the Doll Factory." petgirl answers. "That is where Orpheus became petgirl's master after he beat up petgirl's creator and previous owner." "I heard that slave-dolls are programed to be completely devoted to their masters." Lotus says. "Yes, slave-dolls are very devoted." petgirl proudly states. "petgirl got separated from Orpheus when the Lost Princesses took him petgirl. petgirl wanted to go with Orpheus but those mean girls had guns and Huntrix pulled petgirl back. petgirl does not want to be separated from Orpheus again." "I thought slave-dolls called their owners 'master'." Lily says. "Slave-dolls do call their owners 'Master', also 'Sir', 'Daddy', 'Captain'. petgirl informs. "But for some reason, petgirl's owner only wants petgirl to call him 'Orpheus'." "If you promise to stay quiet and do what we ask, you can stay and help. Agreed?" Lotus asks. "Yes, petgirl promises." petgirl smiles. "Good." Lotus begins to pull down her bodysuit as Lily does the same. "Strip Orpheus naked for us." The slave-doll complies with the ninja twins and undresses her master to nothing while the Swans undress themselves naked. Lily waves petgirl to back away from the bed as the sisters walk to Orpheus, which petgirl obeys and does so, clutching her master's clothes, shoes and goggles. Lotus and Lily each lay at a side of the bed with Orpheus in middle. The twins both lightly massage his chest before Lily starts giving gentle kisses to his neck. "If you can hear me, Orpheus, we are going to help you recover." Lotus whispers in Orpheus's ear. "My sister and I have a way of healing through sexual contact." Lotus's hand slides down Orpheus's chest. "'Sexual healing' you would call it for lack of a better term." Lotus's hand finds Orpheus's penis and lightly strokes the base. "Soon you will feel revitalize and free of whatever toxins roam in your blood." Lotus feels the cock in her hand harden. "Then you will tell us everything you know about Lady J and the tattoo parlor attack and of the Unholy Riders attacking Little Tokyo." "And you will do so gladly." Lily says. "Because you've seen what happen to those who oppose us." Lily turns her sights to petgirl. "You, cat-girl." "This girl is named petgirl, not cat-girl." petgirl corrects. "Put those clothes down and find us some baby oil." Lily orders. "We need to make your master...slippery." * * * * Angel is nervous and uncertain since her reunion with Creeg didn't go as well as she thought it would. She looks behind her to Creeg standing in the middle of the elevator with two of his bodyguards behind him. Creeg looks sternly to the door, not giving Angel, still naked, so much as a glance. Angel realizes her leaving Plutopolis must have upset him more than she thought and that getting his forgiveness will not be so easy. She the looks up at the elevator indicator above the door as the floor numbers go higher until the elevator stops at the penthouse. As the elevator doors slides apart, Creeg places his strong hand on Angel's shoulder and guides her to the foyer of Creeg's penthouse. On opposite sides of the spacious foyer, stands a row of women, all beautiful in their early to mid-twenties, each one wearing different styles of lingerie. Standing between the two rows of scantily-clad women is a women with light brown hair in a ponytail wearing round-frame glasses as well as a tight-fitting tan business jacket that hugs her slender waist, also wearing a black tie but no shirt. From the waist down, she wears nothing to cover her well-proportioned legs, her hairless pussy or her ass except black high heels. "Welcome back, Master." The clothed on top and naked on the bottom woman greets. "We have all missed you." "Thank you, Hazel." Creeg replies, waiting for the elevator doors to shut close before releasing Angel. "Have you all missed me?" "Yes, Master." The women in lingerie simultaneously answers. "These girls...they're all from the Doll Factory." Angel states. "Yes, they are." Creeg confirms. "After you...left, I took advantage of Dr. Love's generosity and took twenty slave-dolls from him." Angel looks over the slave-dolls and does a quick count. "There's fifteen here, where are the other five?" Angel questions, but as she looks over the slave-doll again, she discovers none of them are blond. The hair colors varied from black, brown, dark red and with one slave-doll blue. "Why don't you have any blonds? I thought you would like a few blond slave-dolls." "I do like blonds." Creeg pulls Angel to him. "Problem is, when I fuck them, they would remind me of you and the loss I felt. I would lose control of myself and I would...break them." "But I'm back now." Angel forces herself to smile to cover the fear rising in her. In a fit of rage, Creeg pushes Angel, who falls on her naked ass on the polished marble floor. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 21 "Please, Master." Angel gets on her knees and reaches for Creeg. "I can explain everything." "I don't want an explanation." Creeg exclaims. "Then what do you want? Tell me." Angel pleads. * * * * Since folding her master's clothes and putting them on the table, petgirl silently watches the naked twins hovering over Orpheus as they massage his backside, holding her master's goggles close to her ample breasts. With the baby oil petgirl was lucky to find, Lotus and Lily have properly lubricated Orpheus's shoulders, back and ass to help with their secret art of healing through sex. Lotus rubs Orpheus's shoulder and upper, occasionally kissing the back of his neck, sending jolts throughout his spine. Lily works her thumbs on Orpheus's lower spine before her fingers circles his ass, she kisses where the spine meets the back of the hips then slides her tongue down to the beginning of his ass. Lotus kneels over Orpheus's back, working on his lower back while Lily slinks her hand between Orpheus's thighs to find and massage his perineum. Lotus reaches over and massages his scrotum. With their free hand, the twins slowly and lightly scratches down an ass cheek, smiling at each other before they kiss. Light moans are heard from Orpheus, still unconscious but somehow not oblivious to the sensations. petgirl clutches the goggles tighter, feeling her pussy getting wet from watching. As much as she wants to pleasure herself, her slave-doll conditioning prevents her from even touching her nipples unless her master permits her to. The twins stop kissing to roll Orpheus on his back. His erected cock stands firmly skyward and proud, immediately salivated by the women in the room. petgirl is shocked to find her hand cupping her breast, she quickly pulls it away and hopes her master will wake up soon so he can punish her. Lily pours baby oil on Orpheus's abs, Lotus slathers it to his chest and shoulders, fluttering her tongue on his nipples while Lily lightly strokes the base of his hard cock and cups his scrotum, licking below the tip of the cock with the tip of her tongue. Compromising with herself that she would not be violating her conditioning, petgirl takes a few steps to the bed for a better look in order to study the technics used so she can use them in the future. She gasps and her hand moves over her heart as she observes Lotus leaves a trail of kisses down his abs to his pubic area while Lily licks between his scrotum and his inner thighs. Orpheus moans some more. The slave-doll cannot help but fantasize herself being in Orpheus's place, wondering if her master would allow her to be serviced by the twins after they are done with him. All she knows for certain is that she needs to have sex with Orpheus soon. "petgirl." Lily lifts her head to look to the slave-doll, stilling stroking. "How good are you are oral sex?" "petgirl is very good at oral sex." petgirl answers. "At the Doll Factory, petgirl got high marks learning oral sex. Dr. Love said petgirl was the best at sucking cock, so did the orderlies who volunteered to test petgirl." "Come over here and suck your master's cock." Lily says. Lily backs away to allow the eager petgirl to position herself between Orpheus's legs. Moaning from Orpheus grows as the slave-doll takes his cock in her mouth, stroking the shaft. Lily goes to the side of the bed opposite from her sister to help her keep Orpheus aroused while manipulating his chi heal his body and his blood flow to expel any toxins in his system. Slowly returning to consciousness, Orpheus's moans become groans and getting louder as the twins flutter their tongues against his nipples again. petgirl's superbly sucking mouth goes faster when a tiny drop of his manseed falls on her tongue. The groans gets louder, now can be heard from outside the room. In the first few seconds of being fully conscious, Orpheus is overwhelmed by the intense sensations from the six hands caring him, the kisses, the licks, the fantastic mouth sucking his super-hard cock as it nears a supernova of an ejaculation. "OH MY FUCKING GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!" Orpheus yells with his eyes wide open, feeling every vein in his body electrify, every muscle energized, every organ pulsating. As his body is being miraculously revitalized, he feels the same effect happening to his mind, consumed in a vortex of memories. * * * * A few months ago... Orpheus stares at the double doors of the Intensive Care Unit of Plutopolis General Hospital, clutching the blanket around him to keep warm. It was twenty minutes since his friend and gang member High-Brow was wheeled away into the ICU on the gurney. An hour before that, Orpheus pulled High-Brow out of the Eastman River after Stomper's attack. Dizzy and Airgirl were already lost. Being the last two of the Anarchists, Orpheus carried his injured friend for a few miles until he stolen another car to take him to the hospital. Tired of standing, Orpheus decides to sit on the bench at the side of the hall. Leaning back on the wall, he closes his eyes to relax, but the freshly-branded painful memories of his friends getting killed interferes with his attempt to calm himself. "How's your friend?" A calm voice asks. Orpheus opens his eye and is surprised to find a man in a dark red hood sitting next to him. With the hood over the head and looking forward, Orpheus cannot see his face. "Who the fuck are you?" Orpheus defensively questions, raising his fist. "Whoa, I come in piece." The hooded man assures. "Your friend? Will he make it?" "I don't know." Orpheus lowers his fist but keeps his guard up. "I took too long to get him here." "So, you and him are all that's left of the Anarchists?" "Looks that way. Why do you care?" "I was supposed to meet with The Dude and discuss joining." "Wait, you're the guy we were going to meet?" "Yeah, that's me. I was supposed to wait for you guys at the old oil depot in the industrial district but you were late so I went looking for you. That's when I came across...the bodies. When I saw The Dude lying dead on the ground, I couldn't believe it." "You were there? Why didn't you help?" "I wanted to but by I got there too late." A doctor exits the ICU, Orpheus rising to his feet and eagerly walks to him. "How is he? Did High-Brow make it?" Orpheus anxiously asks. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Jones." The doctor says. "We did everything we could." As despair hits Orpheus, he looks to the hooded stranger on the bench but find no one sitting there. The situation gets more woeful for him when he spots Topaz in her nurse's uniform, hurrying to him. The sadness on her face tells Orpheus that she must have heard about the attack and maybe the murder of The Dude. As harsh as it was to go through the loss of his gang, the hardship was not over for the last of the Anarchists. * * * * "It was him." Orpheus blurts, lying back on the bed to catch his breath after his extraordinary climax. "It was him. That's why he's...he's been...it was him." Orpheus falls back asleep. "Orpheus, are you okay?" petgirl asks, lifting her head up. petgirl kneels between her master's legs, looking over him as he sleeps. She lightly brushes her fingertips on his soft cock, hoping to make it hard again. "He is fine. He's just resting." Lotus assures, standing up. "He will wake up soon enough." Lily says, standing with her sister. "And when he does, he will tell us what we need to know." "Will he be able to have sex with petgirl when he wakes up?" petgirl asks. Neither Lotus or Lily answers as they proceed to the door. The twins join hands as they exit the room, leaving their clothes and swords behind. petgirl crawls over Orpheus delicately so not to wake him. She gazes at her master's peaceful face and lowers her face to kiss her but she stops and gives her lips a quick wipe to find semen on her fingers. She then decides to find some mouthwash first. * * * * Huntrix enters into the gym's shower room naked. A showerhead is already spraying hot water thanks to Fifi standing near, naked as well. Since Huntrix had more to undress than her sub, Fifi went ahead to ready a shower for her mistress which is usually her morning routine at home. Huntrix walks to the showerhead and lets the water fall on her raven-black hair, glad that Fifi got the temperature right. She turns around and finds Fifi already standing in front of her holding a bar of soap awaiting new orders. "Legs." Huntrix commands. Fifi gets on her knees and lathers up one muscular leg then switches to the other. The sub places the soap on her lap and begins massaging Huntrix's legs, circling her calfs down to the ankles, going up to the lower outer thighs, then the inner thighs leading to the upper thighs and the firm ass. Still on her knees, Fifi raises her upper body and moves her face inches away from Huntrix's shaved vagina. She looks up at her mistress, patiently waiting for her to look down. Huntrix combs her fingers through her wet hair, enjoying her moment of relaxation. She feels Fifi softly breathing on her cunt, as well as her eagerness. The amazon intentionally avoids eye-contact with her sub, taunting her for a few minutes until she looks down at Fifi, who gazes at her mistress, not needing to ask permission. "Yes." Huntrix finally says, parting her legs. Fifi slightly smiles as she closes her eyes and gives a gentle kiss to the folds of Huntrix's labia then slowly licking it with her tongue. Huntrix close her eyes and inhales deeply, savoring the pleasures of her sub's mouth. The minutes fly by until she hears bare feet on the tiled floor of the shower room. She opens her eyes to see Lotus and Lily out of their clothes, naked like her and Fifi. The twins set themselves to the showerhead next to Huntrix's and turn the faucets, moving close to each other to share the jet of water streaming down on both of them. Huntrix watches the sisters wash the baby oil from their hands and the rest of their bodies, one sister turning around so the other sister can wash her back. "So, how's Jones?" Huntrix asks. "He is resting now." Lotus answers, washing her sister's back. "The slave-doll is watching him now." "Will he be able to talk?" Huntrix questions. "Able and willing." Lily answers. "You're both determined to kill Lady J?" Huntrix further questions. "Yes, I hope you do not have a problem with that." Lotus turns to face Huntrix. "No, you can take Lady J." Huntrix says. "But I take the slave-doll." The idea of having petgirl to replace Cici gives Huntrix a twinge in her pussy. Lily steps behind Lotus and wraps her arms around her sister's waist as the twins watch the muscular woman close to climaxing. * * * * Nurse Hazy stops from opening the door to the shock treatment room of the Doll Factory, a room she was restrained and left there by Orpheus, who forced her to comply with his demands. Maybe she did not have to take Orpheus down to the Doll Factory and explain his girlfriend escaped but she could not take the chance of giving him a reason to inject her with Crazy Town. So far, her cover story to Boss Creeg seemed to work, passing whatever blame to fall on Dr. Love and Lady J. With a boost of confidence, the purple-haired nurse pushes through and enters the room. The first thing she notices is Dr. Love in his wheelchair, looking upward with his head tilted, mumbling to himself with the repugnant Dr. Wurms standing nears him, smoking a cigarette. "How is he?" Nurse Hazy questions. "I just administered the Normal Town." Dr. Wurms informs. "The what?" Nurse Hazy mockingly questions. "Normal Town. That's what I call the antidote to Crazy Town." Dr. Wurms answers. "I guess you would, given your limited imagination." Nurse Hazy says, walking to Dr. Love. "Could you just stop with the insults and get the orderly in here so he can roll Dr. Love out?" Dr. Wurms agitatedly requests. "Which orderly?" "The one I have waiting outside. What? You didn't notice him when you entered the room?" "There was no one outside." "God damn it." Dr. Wurm stomps with frustration to the cabinet. "You want some done, you have to do it yourself." "Much like your sex life before you started working here." Nurse Hazy states as she stops in front of Dr. Love. The nurse leans over from her waist to look closely at Dr. Love, still responsive, consumed in a drug-induced fantasy world of his own. She worries if this untested serum will restore the doctor back to his former glory and, most importantly, prevent Dr. Wurms from being her new boss, as outcome she does not favor. "Come back to us, Norman." Nurse Hazy whispers in his ear. "We'll have that threeway with that girl who thinks she's an alien." Nurse Hazy suddenly feel a sharp pinch on the right cheek of her ass. She turns her head to see Dr. Wurms standing behind, pulling a syringe from her ass. She instinctually backs away, feeling her body getting weak. "It's just a sedative." Dr. Wurms sinisterly smiles. "I don't want you kicking and screaming on the way to Processing." "You...bastard." Nurse Hazy says before losing her ability to talk, struggling to keep from falling. "You see, I promised Boss Creeg I would have the Doll Factory up and running by tomorrow." Dr. Wurms walks to the nurse. "So I need all the women I can find, starting with you." Nurse Hazy grabs the footboard of a bed to hold herself up but her arms are too weak to support her weight. All she can do is slow down her descend to the floor, still holding on to the footboard until her hands slips and her ass hits the floor. Dr. Wurms squats down close to the nurse with an overbearingly smug grin. She tries to lift her arms so she can strangle of the life out of the butt-stabbing doctor but cannot find the strength to even keep her eyes open. "You have insulted me one time too many, you bitch-cunt of a nurse." Dr. Wurms vindictively states. "I'm going to personally overlook every step of your conditioning to a slave-doll." Nurse Hazy tries to insult the subhuman excuse of a doctor but could barely let out a barely intelligible sound before her head rests on the footboard as she loses consciousness. "Sorry, what was that?" Dr. Wurms holds his ear to the slumbering nurse. "Sounded like your usual insults. I hope it felt good before passing out because when you wake up, you'll be restrained, buck ass naked with a ball gag in your mouth." Dr. Wurms stands up. "I guess I'll find out the color of your pubs soon enough." Dr. Wurms steps to the wheelchair-bound Dr. Love, looking at him with smug contempt, flicking the ash from his cigarette on his lap. "As for you, Dr. Love, I never did have any faith in that Normal Town shit but Boss Creeg insisted." Dr. Wurms says. "It'll either prolong your fantasy trip or hasten your mind shutting down. But I promise to put you in a nice room in Ward A, after I take your office." Feeling a foot taller, Dr. Wurms proudly saunters to the door, certain of his promotion and potential new personal slave-doll. As he walks to the hall, he is disappointed that the orderly that help transport Dr. Love did not wait for him as ordered. He never cared to ask an orderly his name or even remember his face, thinking that orderlies were beneath him, but when Dr. Wurms will soon run the asylum, he will find that disobedient orderly and fire him to set an example for the rest of the staff. "Dr. Wurms." Commander Knox calls out, approaching with two Grayline commandos behind him. "Oh, Knox. Do you happen to see the orderly I had standing here?" Dr. Wurms asks. "There's been a development." Knox says, ignoring the doctor's question. "One of my operatives found a man bound and gagged in a shed in the courtyard. He says his name is Brent Clayton and he's an orderly here. Is that true?" "Yes, I remember Clayton." Dr. Wurms answers. "He often goes to the courtyard on his smoke break. He was tied up in the shed?" "And stripped of his uniform." Knox adds. "We may have a spy among us." "A spy? Ridiculous." Dr. Wurms dismisses. "One of the escaped patients must have taken his uniform to escape during the riot." "Not to escape, to infiltrate." Knox argues. "We have had the asylum and the grounds completely surrounded. Except for Team 3, no one has gotten out. As for the orderly, I know for a fact he was attacked after the riot." "So whoever is the infiltrator is still in the asylum?" Dr. Wurms says. "Yes, and I plan to smoke him out by..." Knox stops his statement when he sees a half-naked man walking to him and the doctor. "What the fuck?" The half-naked man is in his late thirties with close shaven head and a thin goatee, his skin has several tattoos, including a U.S. Marine Corps tattoo on his chest. A small bruise on his forehead is also noticed. "Weyrich?" Knox recognizes. "What happened to you?" "I don't know, Commander." Weyrich answers. "I was about to depart with Team 3 to find Lady J like you ordered, but I went to the men's room to take a leak and...all I remember was an orderly at the urinal next to mine and...next thing I remember is waking up tied up and gagged in a closet." "Someone get me Team 3." Knox orders. "NOW!" * * * * Despite how pointless it is, Moth desperately pulls at the chain linking his hand cuffs to his ankle cuffs to free himself but only get more frustrated from his lack of success, prompting him to pull harder and louder. "Would you STOP THAT ALREADY?" Lady J yells, sitting across from Moth with her own hand and ankle cuffs. Sitting in the middle of the hold of a Greyline armored truck, Lady J and Moth are accompanied with two Greyline commandos sitting at the backdoor, armed with assault rifles. With the driver's end of the hold sealed off by a thick sheet of metal, no one in the hold can tell where the truck is going unless the metal backdoor is open. "Do you actually think you can break through those cuffs?" Lady J hostilely asks. "You're more delusional than I thought." "At least I'm doing something, bitch." Moth replies. "I should have never accepted that job from you. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't you, I could have already made a name for myself as a professional criminal by now." Lady J laughs. "You're outrageous, Moth, and pathetic. You're no professional criminal. At best, you're a public nuisance." "That's enough." Security Operative Griffin walks to Lady J and Moth. "The next person who talks and both of you get shot in the knee. You want that?" Moth fearfully holds his sweaty palms out, gesturing his compliance while Lady J just does a subtle shrug and looks away from the armed commando. SO Griffin stays near the prisoners of Greyline for a minute when everyone in the hold feels the truck slowing down to a complete stop. "We've stopped." SO Griffin says. "We're not at the base already." Griffin walks pass Lady J and Moth to the intercom at the driver's end. "Dixon, why've we stopped?" Griffin presses and releases the intercom button, waiting for a response but no one responds. "Braums, check it out." He tells the commando at the other end. Security Operative Braums opens the backdoor and jumps out of the armored truck while Griffin walks back to Lady J and Moth, casually aiming his rifle at Moth's leg, causing him to squirm and whimper more in fear. "Quiet." Griffin orders as he presses the barrel of his rifle on Moth's knee. Moth forces himself to lower the volume of his whimpering until Griffin can only hear silence. Being in his share of warzones, Griffin gets uneasy and suspicious of silence, knowing that is when the enemy strikes. He discreetly walks to the backdoor with his rifle aimed forward. Moth and Lady J observe Griffin cautiously opening the door and scan the outside. Through the door Lady J cannot see much from the darkness but rules out being parked in a warehouse or a back driveway and must be in a wide open space, maybe a parking lot. Griffin steps out to continue his search but suddenly, his two prisoners are shocked to watch the mercenary swiftly flying upward, a scream from Griffin is heard, followed by a punch then nothing. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 21 "Oh, fuck no." Moth whimpers before he yells. "It's you, isn't it, you son of a bitch?" With speed and stealth, SpiderBat leaps into the hold from the roof of the truck, landing on his knee. The super-vigilante stands and walks to the prisoners of Grayline. "Lady J." SpiderBat greets. "We finally meet." "The darkly marvelous SpiderBat, scourge of the underworld." Lady J sardonically says. "I never thought I would be rescued by someone like you and be happy about it." "I always thought if I was ever to meet you, it was to throw you off the highest building I could find, right after doing the same to your boss. I guess it's a weird night for both of us." SpiderBat then turns to Moth. "Now how the hell did you escape from Space Monkeys Park?" "Because I'm Moth, bitch." Moth boisterous states. "I faced the Fiends while you were sneaking out like a little pussy and they didn't so much as touch me. Those sick fucks thought they had me but I..." A punch from SpiderBat knocks Moth out, ceasing his overbearing self-aggrandizement. "My fault for asking." SpiderBat says. * * * * Orpheus wakes up on the bed and sees petgirl wiping the baby oil off his chest and abs with a warm and damp face cloth. He sits up, looking around the unfamiliar room. "petgirl is happy to see you well, Orpheus." petgirl says. "How are you feeling?" "I'm...feeling good." Orpheus answers as he dismounts the bed. "Really good. Like my batteries are totally recharged." Orpheus takes a few steps from the bed. "Even that leg muscle I pulled earlier doesn't hurt anymore." petgirl gets off the bed and walks behind her naked master, she wraps her arms around his waist and holds him close. "petgirl is so happy to be back together with you, Orpheus." petgirl says. "Being away from you as long as it was too much for petgirl to bear. petgirl wanted to go with you when that mean Juliet knocked you out and took you away but all of her friends were pointing guns at petgirl. petgirl is very sorry to have abandon you, Orpheus and is ready to be punished for it." "It all turned out well, so there's no need to punish you." Orpheus turns around to hold petgirl close. "Staying with Huntrix was the right decision. I couldn't get out of what Juliet put me through if I worried about you." Orpheus explains before his cock brushes against petgirl's thigh. "You are getting hard again, Orpheus." petgirl smiles. "Do you want to fuck petgirl now so petgirl can be your property?" "I thought you already were when Dr. Love gave you to me?" Orpheus curiously questions. "As a slave-doll, petgirl must have sex with her owner so petgirl can fall in love with you and completely devote herself to you." petgirl starts kissing Orpheus's neck. "After watching you with the twins, petgirl is very horny and very much wants to have sex with you so petgirl can love you." petgirl raises her head to be face-to-face with a flummoxed Orpheus. "And petgirl very much wants to love you." petgirl's presses her lips to Orpheus's month, their tongues meet. Orpheus's hand slides down the slave-doll's back and firmly holds her bare ass. His cock gets harder. "Wait." Orpheus pulls his mouth for petgirl. "I didn't have the chance to tell you this sooner but I've been spending the night looking for my girlfriend and...I'm not sure if she'd be okay with me having a slave-doll." "Is your girlfriend bisexual? Maybe you can share petgirl with her." petgirl says. "petgirl can have sex with women and couples." "You're okay if I have a girlfriend. If I love her more than you?" Orpheus questions. "It does not matter to petgirl if you love your girlfriend more than petgirl, what matters to petgirl is that petgirl loves you no matter what." petgirl answers, pressing her breasts on Orpheus's chest. The mouths of Orpheus and his slave-doll meet again. Soon, Orpheus walks backward to the bed, guiding petgirl with him. They stop at the bed, stilling kissing. "How would you like to make love to petgirl?" petgirl asks before kissing her owner. "Virginal?" she kisses him again. "Anal?" petgirl uses her tongue. "Oral?" "Let's start with oral and see where it leads." Orpheus decides, cupping petgirl's breast. "Whatever you want, Orpheus." petgirl complies, still smiling as she lowers herself to her knees. "One thing before petgirl starts, when Huntrix and the twins walk in on you, should petgirl stop or should petgirl continue sucking your cock?" "Why are they going to walk in?" Orpheus questions. "They said they want to question you?" petgirl answers. "Question me about what?" "About Lady J. They want to kill her and they think you may have some information that could have strategic value. The twins also want to know about Little Toyko. Something bad must have happened there." Orpheus pauses for a moment, looking at the door with concern. He looks down on petgirl, gently wrapping her digits around his hard cock, so eager to slide it in her mouth. "Do you know where they are now?" Orpheus asks. * * * * Huntrix sits on a bench in the change room, pulling her leather leg boots up her legs. Fifi walks in with a towel around her waist, drying her hair with another towel. "Listen, Fifi," Huntrix instructs, taking her double-thigh holsters from the bench. "I want you to stay here until I'm certain it's safe for you to go out." "Shouldn't I check on the house and see if it's safe?" Fifi questions, throwing both towels in a laundry hamper near the lockers. "I'll do that after I'm done with Lady J." Huntrix answers, strapping on the holsters. "How long will that take?" Fifi walks to Huntrix. "I don't know so you better get comfortable here." Huntrix stands up and takes her coat. "Yes, Mistress." Fifi complies. Fifi walks to her bikini and half-shirt to get dressed, slipping on her the gold bottom as Huntrix puts on her leather coat, completing her dominatrix attire. Fifi reaches for the gold top but stops as she is unable to ignore the fact of her mistress are heading for danger. "Mistress, I know it's not my place but I think you should sit this out." Fifi stands affirm to Huntrix. "You're right, it's not your place." Huntrix retorts with a scowl to Fifi. "You've been through a lot tonight, Mistress." Fifi steps to Huntrix. "Now you want to go kill Lady J." "I took that's bitch's job in good faith, I let her into my home, left her with Cici, and what does she do? She killed Cici and had us sent to the Doll Factory to become sex robots." Huntrix irately states. "I'm sure you can understand why I have such a vendetta against her." "More like a start a war with her." Fifi says. "A war you can't win." "So what should I do? Leave town? Leave the life I've built for myself and start over somewhere else while Lady J get the last laugh?" Huntrix questions, still irate. "What you obviously don't know about me, Fifi, is that I never back down. I don't run, I don't hide, I don't surrender and I sure as hell don't retreat. Now if that's too much for you, I know where the door is." Fifi takes Huntrix's hand and places it on her chest. "I won't leave you, Mistress." Fifi says, with her hand over her mistress's hand. "I belong to you." Fifi steps closer to Huntrix. "But if you insist on this mission of vengeance, I hope you will be smart and not be reckless with guns blazing. Instead..." Fifi does a quick look to the shower room. "you would let the ninja twins go at Lady J first. They're very good at creating havoc, maybe enough for that cunt to go to ground while her defenses are distracted. Which could be your chance to strike, depending on what Jones can give us." Huntrix gives a soft kiss on Fifi's forehead before removing her hand from her sub's chest. "Jones will provide us." Huntrix confidently assures. "But just in case he's not as forthcoming as I would like, there's a roll of duct tape in the storage room. Get that and a folding chair. Put the chair in the middle of the boxing ring." "Yes, Mistress." Fifi smiles. Lotus and Lily walks into the change room from the showers, drying themselves with towels with towels wrapped around their wet hair. Being in the shower with the twins, Huntrix discreetly observed them to find any distinctions between them. While both sisters had perfect and unblemished skin, she discovered the healed stab wound on the sister with the lotus tattoo on her back. The sister who makes the decisions. "I'm getting Jones." Huntrix states directly to Lotus as she exits the change room. "We will come with you." Lotus says, following Huntrix with Lily. "Fine." Huntrix agrees. "To be honest, I don't think Jones will tell us anything useful." "You told us you would have no problems extracting information from him." Lotus says. "I'll get him to sing, I'm good at that. Any critical information he has on Lady J, I'll get it out of him, assuming he has any." Huntrix assures as she slightly smiles. "And if he doesn't, I'm good at finding at people. There isn't an apartment, basement, alley or manhole in this city she can hide in that I won't find her in." "Lady J is ours to kill, bounty hunter." Lily asserts. "We have a right to our revenge." "Well, that just depends on get to her first." Huntrix smiles at the sister with the lily tattoo and no scars for a moment. "Let's get this straight ladies, because we have a common enemy does not make us friends, because we may have common interests does not make our partners of any kind and because we are women does not mean we have to abide to some unspoken female solidarity pact. This right now is a joint venture at best, and a very limited one." "If you are unsure if Jones has any useful information, why did you find him and brought him here?" Lotus questions. "I'm also not sure if he doesn't have any useful information and sometimes long shots pay off." Huntrix answers. "Now you tell me, why did you two come here to use your sex healing thing on him?" "Same reasons as yours, I guess." Lotus answers. "So to us, Jones is just a means to an end. Nothing more." Huntrix says. "Something to remember during our joint venture." Lily adds. Huntrix is first at the door of the manager's office and roughly opens it to barge in to begin her interrogation with Orpheus. "Up and at em, Jones." Huntrix announces as she storms to the bed but stops to find it unoccupied. "He is gone, and so is the slave-doll." Lotus says. Huntrix runs pass the twins and out of the room, making a furious dash to the backdoor. She slams it open and runs to the back lane. She scans all around her, hoping they have not gone far but not she finds herself to be the only one in the lane and that Orpheus and petgirl are long gone...along with her motorcycle. "THAT BASTARD!" Huntrix yells. Lotus and Lily runs to the back lane soon after, too angry to be bothered by the night air on their nude bodies. "Jones took our swords." Lotus says. "Yeah, well that free-running fucker took my ride!" Huntrix furiously states. "FUCK!" * * * * With his goggles over his eyes, Orpheus feels the wind on his face as he revs Huntrix's Ducati down the Rutberg-Westward Expressway while petgirl keeps her arms tightly wrapped around Orpheus's lower torso with both of the Swans' sheathed katana swords strapped to her bare back. "You okay back there?" Orpheus asks petgirl. "Yes, Orpheus." petgirl answers "This is so thrilling. petgirl can see why Huntrix has a motorcycle." "It's a good thing then that I lifted the key from her before I passed out." Orpheus says. "Will she be upset with you for taking her motorcycle?" petgirl questions. "Upset? She'll go ballistic and come after me." Orpheus answers, smiling. "But at least now, I got a good head start on her." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 22 CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO "TALES FROM THE FORBIDDEN ZONE" Mayor Cyril O'Dell sits back on his leather accent chair in his burgundy robe with a glass of cognac. The wood burning in the wide mantel fireplace across from him sets a soft and flicking glow to the living room of the mayor's mansion. A beautiful woman with her red hair in an inverted short bob steps into the radiance of the fireplace in a black frilly lace Basque with matching panties and stockings. She turns her back to the mayor and places her hands on the edge of the mantel and begins to rhythmically sway her hips to the soft jazz from the record player. O'Dell takes a lengthy sip of his cognac as the woman by the fireplace gets more provocative with her dancing. The 75 year-old mayor of Port Cascade cannot believe his fortune to be married to such an exquisite 27 year-old woman, so poised and lady like, witty and charming, not to mention skillful and nearly insatiable in bed. Mrs. O'Dell turns to face her husband, intensely looking with an alluring smile, insinuating another night of hot and wild sex. She approaches him with the seductive heel-toe walk of a burlesque dancer over the bearskin rub and sits on his lap. "Oh, my dear Tiffany. I just can't believe someone as beautiful as you would choose to work at the Zoning Board instead on being a model." O'Dell charms. "I've always been civil-minded." Tiffany replies with a beaming smile and a bubbly voice. "Do you like what I'm wearing, honey?" "Very much so." O'Dell answers. "I wore a white Basque under my wedding dress at the wedding." "At least until the wedding night." "Do you remember the red Basque I wore at the honeymoon?" "How could I forget? I thought I was going to die from a heart attack or dehydration. So what occasion are you wearing a black Basque for?" Tiffany does a whimsy giggle as she takes the glass of cognac from O'Dell and stands up from her elderly husband's lap. "Why for your funeral, of course." Tiffany answers, taking a drink from the glass as she turns around. Mayor O'Dell becomes shocked by Tiffany's words, then how her giggling goes from whimsy to sinister. Suddenly, he feels the barrel of a gun on his temple. Overcome with fear, he keeps still but moves his eyes to the man holding the gun as he steps into his sight. The gunman is black and tall with a bald head, his clothes are all black, on his long sleeved shirt there is white silhouette of a pawn chess piece on the upper left side of his chest. "Wait, I know you." O'Dell says. "You're the Pawn. But I thought you died last month. You were killed trying to assassinate me at the opening of the Superco Store." "As you can see, I survived." Pawn says. "I have money, I can pay you." O'Dell pleads. "I don't want your money, Mister Mayor." Pawn refuses. "The Shadow Syndicate sent me to kill you because of your lack of gratitude to them for their contributions to your campaign. When I failed, they wanted me dead." "So you're here to get back in the Syndicate's good graces?" O'Dell questions. "No, the Syndicate doesn't forgive failure." Pawn corrects. "Then why are you here?" O'Dell snivels. "Ask my partner." Pawn thumbs to Tiffany. "Partner?" A confused and shocked O'Dell looks to Tiffany. "Pawn and I made a deal." Tiffany steps in, still smiling. "I help him get through the security detail so he can kill you." "So you would get all my money." O'Dell says. "Yes, and your job." "What? How?" "Think about it, dear. The Mayor's wife, devastated by the murder of her beloved husband, the love of her life, the father of the children she will never have." Tiffany does a fake tear-wiping gesture. "Boo hoo. Boo hoo hoo. The press will help me gain sympathy with the public, who will support me when I announce to all of Port Cascade that I, Tiffany O'Dell, will carry on her husband's work as their new mayor." "You're crazy." O'Dell states. "I'm crazy?" Tiffany asks. "What about you, dear husband? Did you actually think a woman with this great of a body and that great with sex would fall in love with an old man like you? And you call me crazy? You should be thanking me for the sex I had to endure with you. I hope the baby becomes more grateful." "Baby?" O'Dell utters with surprise. "You're..." "No, I'm not pregnant." Tiffany dismisses. "It's just something I'm going to have leaked to the press in a few weeks before having a tragic miscarriage. That will get me some sympathy with the female voters." "Can we get on with this?" Pawn interjects. "I have a plane to catch." "Fine, wait about ten minutes before killing him." Tiffany instructs. "I'll be able to distract some of the cops by skinny-dipping in the pool. That should be enough for you to escape and get to the car I left for you with your passport and some traveling money." Tiffany finishes the cognac. "Good-bye, Cyril. Thank you for all the nice things you've given...and for the things I'll get after you're dead." Tiffany was about to turn to depart from her husband and his soon-to-be killer when suddenly, a man in a dark blue cape loudly crashes though the gothic cathedral window on the other side of the living room. Tiffany and Pawn watches the caped man gracefully land on his knee on the floor. The blue cape is pulled back by its wearer as he stands up, revealing the black protection pads over a skin-tight, ultramarine blue bodysuit. The custom-made pads cover his upper arms, his upper legs, his upper torso and the eyes and temple part of his full-head mask. In the middle of his chest piece is a red letter J. "The Justifier." Pawn dramatically says. "Your game is up, Pawn." Justifier boldly states to Pawn, pointing at him with his crimson gloved hand. "Give up now and I'll see to it you get a comfy cell at Zenith SuperPen instead of Crow River Prison." "How about neither?" Pawn shafts his gun from O'Dell to the blue caped crusader. Before Pawn could aim, Justifier swiftly throws a black disc with his red J emblem. The disc strikes Pawn's hand, emitting a small shock as it knocks the gun from his hold to cause his whole arm to feel numb. Justifier rushes to Pawn as he has lost control of his arm, about to pick up his gun with his other hand. Unfortunately for the assassin, the gun fell near O'Dell's feet, who kicks it away. With Justifier getting closer, Pawn tries to punch him with his still-moving arm but the crimson gloved combatant expertly dodges the assassin's fist and delivers a swift uppercut to his jaw, knocking him off his feet and fall backward on the floor, right in front of Tiffany. Tiffany's eyes widens, seeing her partner-in-crime lying unconscious on the bearskin rug. She backs away as the Justifier steps over Pawn as he approaches her. "He made me do it." Tiffany points to Pawn. "He made me say all that or he would..." "No more lies." Justifier asserts, grabbing Tiffany's arm. "Time to show your husband who you really are." Justifier roughly clamps his hand on Tiffany's face, digging his fingers into her skin. O'Dell jumps off his chair as he watches the masked hero who saved him, literally tear off his wife's face and hair from her. Tiffany quickly turns her head away from O'Dell before he can see what is left of her once-beautiful face. "What did you do to Tiffany, you masked menace?" O'Dell questions. "There never was a Tiffany." Justifier says. "Tiffany was just an act, a facade, a role to play to get what she wanted. Isn't that right...Mannequin?" O'Dell gasps as he watches Tiffany lift her bald head up and turns to face him. He braces himself, about to see the true face of the woman he married but is shocked all the same to discover she has no face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears, no features of any kind he would expect to find on a normal human face expect for her uniquely slender chin line. "May I introduce you, Mister Mayor, to Mannequin alias Amanda Hiller, former fashion model turned super-villainess." Justifier says, flinging the fake face and hair into the fireplace. "I was married to that?" Disgusted O'Dell asks. "You're no prize either, old man." Mannequin snaps back before looking to Justifier. "How did you know?" "I always know." Justifier glibly answers. A small group of cops charge into the living room armed with gun and rifles. The cop are led by PCPD Detective Tim Loman, a tall burly man in his late thirties with thick brown hair in a mallet wearing a cheap grey suit, and his partner Detective Tallulah Collins, a lovely black woman in her twenties with short curly hair in a cashmere long coat with a white silk scarf tied around her neck and tucked under the lapels. "Step away from the mayor, Justifier." Detective Loman orders, aiming his gun at the midnight guardian. "Nice to see you again, Detective Loman." Justifier insincerely states. "How's the knee?" "Are you okay, Mister Mayor?" Detective Collins asks, walking to the mayor and Justifier. "No, I'm not okay." O'Dell irately answers. "I was about to be killed in my own home with Port Cascade's finest outside and I find out my wife is a gold-digging whore with no face." "Jeez, would someone put me in jail already?" Mannequin asks. "I can't take another minute with this grumpy windbag." As the uniform cops moves in to put the unconscious Pawn in cuffs, Detective Collins does the same with the faceless femme before handing her over to a cop to take her away with the assassin being dragged away. "Mister Mayor, for safety reasons, we're going to take you to the station and put you under protective custody." Collins states. "We can't be certain if your wife has another assassin out for you." "Good idea, Detective Collins." Justifier agrees. "While you're there, Mister Mayor, you can talk about your dealings with the Shadow Syndicate and how they got you in this mess." O'Dell snaps his head to intensely glare at Justifier, making his contempt for the superhero clearly visible. "Fine, just get me the hell out of here." O'Dell walks pass Justifier and Collins. "Loman, take the mayor to the station." Collins says. "I'll stay behind." "You want me to leave you with that vigilante?" Loman questions as he lowers his gun. "This vigilante just prevented a murder about to happen under your nose." Justifier states, crossing his arms. "Loman." Collins walk to her partner and leans close to whisper. "I need to question him about how he knew about the assassination attempt before we did and since he doesn't exactly have any fans at the station, he'll be more comfortable to tell me here." Loman scowls at Justifier for a few seconds. "Whatever." Loman steps away to approach O'Dell. "Mister Mayor, come with me please." Justifier and the female detective are silent, watching Loman escort the mayor out of the living room. "I don't think he like me." Justifier says. "Can you blame him after what you did to him after that incident with the Slime Master?" Collins steps to Justifier with a smile. "If Loman read him his rights like he should have the first time, I wouldn't have to chase after that villain. Do you know what kind of a mess he leaves behind?" Justifier justifies. "And before you ask about how I knew about Mannequin and Pawn, I'm afraid that's a secret." "Oh, well." Collins easily gives up. "In my rush to get here, I forgot my notepad." Collins says, unbuttoning her coat. "And maybe a few other things." Collins opens her coat and exposes her nude body underneath it. Justifier gazes over the naked detective's beautiful black skin and her luscious body as she lets the coat fall to the floor, now only wearing her scarf and black leather high heel thigh boots. "You're out of uniform, Detective Collins." Justifier says with a slight smile. Collins holds Justifier and kisses him fully on his lips. The blue caped crusader kisses her back, holding her waist. "You know what's next." Justifier says. Collins nods her head before closing her eyes and turning her back to her masked lover. She feels his hands taking the silk scarf resting on her shoulders and wraps it around her eyes. She stands patiently when her hero moves away, with her eyes covered, she uses her other senses to mind her surroundings. She hears the crackling of wood burning from the fireplace, feeling its heat. She feels the gentle breeze from the shattered window, giving her a slight chill. The blindfolded cop feels her lovers returning to her. His bare hands on her shoulders, his lips kissing down her neck and his erected penis brushing against her ass cheek. Collins softly sighs as she feels his hands gently cupping her ample breasts. "Do you want to do it on the bearskin rug or...the mayor's bed?" Collins proposes. "Why not the rug and later the mayor's bed?" Justifier says in her ear. "Oh, my." Collins smiles. "You really are a super-hero." * * * * A few months ago... "We'll be closing soon." Penny Woods, a petite woman in her twenties with orange hair walks to the bargain bin table at the far end of her comic book store, where a man in a weather beaten trench coat with a dark red hood over his head stands at, holding an issue of The Justifier that is in bad condition. "Didn't you hear me?" Penny kindly asks, adjusting her glasses. "We'll be close in ten minutes." "I had this comic when I was a kid." The hooded customer says, staring at the cover. "I had lots comics before...before..." Penny gets annoyed by the hooded man not completing his sentence but the silence gets uncomfortable for her as she notices how his hand mildly quivers tightening his hold on the comic. "So are you going buy that comic or not?" Penny impatiently asks. "You've been staring at it for ten minutes." Penny gets unsettled as this unknown comic fan doesn't answer or even move. "Fuck this." Penny utters, walking away. "I don't need this shit today." Since inheriting the comic store from her deceased father a six months ago, Penny has done her best to keep the business running but recent incidents have her worried for not just the store but her life as well. In the first month as the new owner, Penny discover about her father paying protection fee to a Russian mobster. She reluctantly went along and paid the mobster every month but soon she grew frustrated with the mobster's fee increases and his unwelcomed sexual advances. Penny went to the 12th Precinct to report the mobster yesterday. As the detectives took her statement, she felt they had no intention of helping her and begins to fear for her life. Heading to the counter, Penny hopes it's just a coincidence that the comic store has had no customers all day other than the creepy fanboy. If the Russians know about her going to the cops then, the obvious choice for her is to leave town but to abandon the business her father built and made a part of the community, of her childhood, was too hard of a choice for her. Despite the possibility of the Russians retaliating, Penny is too emotionally attached to the comic store to leave. Penny nears the counter when she hears the small chime on the front door being opened. She suddenly halts as a tall man in his late-forties with black hair in a business suit enters the store, accompanied by another man in a suit who is taller, bald with a thick black beard. "Hello, Penny." The black-haired man greets with a Russian accent, scowling but smiling as he walks to Penny. "What are you doing here, Alexei?" Penny asks, trying not to sound afraid. "I already paid for this month." "You looked surprised to see me." Alexei says, looking down at Penny. "Maybe you thought I would be behind bars and out of your life, yes?" Before Penny had a chance to deny, she notices the bearded Russian placing a full jerrycan on the counter. Alexei grabs Penny by her neck and forces her to back into the new comics shelves. "Did you think snitching on me to the police would get rid of me, you stupid cunt?" Alexei asks. "The cops here do not care about your store, they do however care about my money." Alexei keeps his hold on Penny's neck with one hand while groping her breast with the other hand. "Because of you, I have to make an example for the rest of the neighborhood." "Please, don't." Penny begs. "This store is all I have." "I am very disappointed in you, Penny." Alexei says removing his hand from Penny's breast. "When I would see you around, I always wonder how you look naked." Alexei gently glides the tip of his finger across Penny's lower lip. "How your mouth would taste kissing you. How well you can suck my cock." Alexei's hand goes under Penny's skirt and cups her pussy. "How tight your pussy will feel when I fuck you." Penny winces as she feels Alexei's fingers probing her labia through her panties. "So you want to have sex with me then? Fine, I'll have sex with you." Penny proclaims "Just don't burn down my store." "Can you believe this American cunt?" Alexei says to his comrade. "She thinks she is in a position to negotiate." Alexei hold Penny's head with both hands. "If I want to fuck you, I will whether you want to or not. But I have another idea, first I'm going to rip off all your clothes and drag your naked ass outside so everyone will watch me spank you while Pieter drenches your store with kerosene. Don't expect the police or the fire department to come because they know they will not be welcomed." Alexei releases Penny's head. "While your precious comic store burns to the ground, I will fuck you up your pretty little ass while you suck Pieter's cock for the whole neighborhood to see. Then everyone will know what will happen if..." Alexei notice someone approaching in the corner of his eye, prompting him to quickly draw his Glock 17 at the hooded man stopping near the counter, raising his hands, holding the Justifier comic book. "Where did you come from?" Alexei hostilely questions. "I'm just here to buy a comic book." The hooded stranger states. Alexei lowers his gun as he walk to the stranger, leaving Penny shaking and silently crying. The stranger keeps his head low to avoid looking directly at the Russian. Alexei takes the comic book from the shabby dressed customer and examines it. "Not in the best condition." Alexei says. "I'm buying it for...sentimental reason." The stranger replies. "'Sentimental reasons'?" Alexei chuckles. "I cannot understand why Americans are so obsessed with these stupid comic books." "You don't like comic books?" The stranger asks. "No, I do not." Alexei answers. "They mislead children to believe in heroes and the whole good defeats evil bullshit only to learn later on in life that there are no heroes in real life. Especially the heroes in the comics and especially in this city." Alexei drops the comic book in the counter, next to the jerrycan. "Take it and get the fuck out of here. This place is going out of business." "Are you sure you want to burn this store down?" The stranger inquires. "It's practically a landmark. I used to buy my comics here as a kid. If you want to burn something down, it should be that old TV repair shop across the street. It's been nothing but an eyesore since it closed down years ago. I heard it's being used as a meth lab now." "Yes, I know." Alexei says before pointing his gun at the stranger's face. "It is our meth lab, asshole." "I don't like guns pointed at my face." The stranger says. In a second, the hooded man grabs Alexei's wrist and twists his arm until the radius and ulna bones of his forearm breaks, causing the Russian to scream in pain. But the scream is cut short by the punch on Alexei's jaw, knocking out a tooth. Pieter pulls out his Glock 17 to save Alexei by shooting down the assailant only to shoot Alexei below his shoulder as the stranger uses him as a shield and charges after him. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 22 Pieter collides with Alexei and falls to the floor with him. Still holding his gun, Pieter pushes Alexei off him, ready for another shoot at the stranger only to have his wrist broken the hooded combatant and his gun snatched from him as he screams from the pain. The stranger backs up from the downed Russian mobsters, holding their guns. "Get out of here now before I really get brutal on the both of you." The stranger warns. "You are a dead man." Alexei threatens, getting himself off the floor with Pieter, holding his broken arm. "I will bring hell down on you for this." "Less talking, more walking." The stranger says. Alexei and Pieter get up and hurry to the door. Through the window, the stranger watches the Russians run across the road to the TV repair shop. Penny takes a few shorts steps, not certain whether to thank the hooded man for saving her or condemn him for the possible, and maybe a more severe, reprisal he brought on her and her store. The stranger walks to the counter, places the two guns next to the jerrycan and holds out the comic book. "How much?" The stranger asks with his back to Penny. "Take it. It's on the house." Penny says. "What do I care? Because of you, my situation with the Russians has gone from worse to complete nightmare." "Don't worry about the Russians, Penny." The stranger says. "They're about to get some more urgent problems" "What problems?" Penny asks. "For one thing, they're about to lose their meth lab." The stranger takes the jerrycan from the counter and heads for the door. Outside the store, the hood man stops on the sidewalk. He looks at the cover of the Justifier comic book as he did before. This time, he has certainty, a sense of purpose. He tucks the comic under his coat and crosses the street, departing from the Forbidden Zone comic store. * * * * The bright light shining on Justina James wakes her from her sleep. Instead of her own bed or the bed she shares with her lover Maximum Man, Justina finds herself naked hanging in mid-air from her wrists, secured in curved chrome manacles. The light turns off, allowing Justina to see that she is not the only one in the same predicament as she sees nine other naked women in manacles forming a ring in a massive metallic spherical chamber. The woman closest to her is a black woman with long permed black hair and a fantastically muscled body wearing only a gold tiara-mask. Justina recognizes her as Amazing Woman, Maximum Man's friend and member of the Action Superhero Squad. Next to Amazing Woman, Justina sees the pink-haired Sparkle, wearing only her glowing blue HUD visor. Further down is Mystress Othersyde, a slender woman with black hair down to her knees, runic tattoos all over her pale-skinned body and a chrome band over her mouth to prevent her from chanting her magic spells, Sparrow with her black spikey hair and her bird-motif goggles, the Hare with her long white hair and bunny ears headband, pink eye mask and bowtie, the green-haired and aquatic Sub-Miss, the purple-haired, blue skinned and three breasted alien Starla Slyder, the bald and six-armed Octo-Woman and the spider-motif Gossamer in her web-style facemask. "Amazing Woman." Justina calls out. "What's going on? How did I get here?" "I don't know, Justina." Amazing Woman replies. "What do you remember before waking up?" "I...I was walking home from the fashion show, getting ready for my date with Maximum Man when...I remember these strange lights all around me." Justina recalls. "Were these lights a mix of green and blue?" Amazing Woman questions. "Yes, they were." Justina answers. "The same thing happened to me." Amazing Woman informs. "I was in Majestic City chasing after the Sinister Twins with Red Shark and the Dart when I saw those lights and then woke up here." "I think we were teleported." Sparkle adds. "Someone teleported us here and somehow knocked us out the second we rematerialized. Then stripped us naked and shackled us." "Except for our masks for some reason." Sparrow says. "Who would do...?" Justina was about to ask but stops herself. "What am I saying? We all know who's behind this." "We know it's you, Darqhart!" Amazing Woman yells out. "Show yourself, now! A circular hole opens on the floor ten feet below the stripped and shackled superheroines. A man ascends on a disc-shaped anti-gravity platform. As he rises to the middle of the ring of captured women, they can see his short black hair and goatee as well as his grey loose-fitting suit with black trimmings and a shiny black bracer with a touch-sensitive panel. Justina and the superheroines recognize their captor as Draxon Darqhart, arch supervillain and enemy of the Action Superhero Squad. "I didn't think you would figure out it was me this soon, Ms. James." Darqhart smugly smiles. "But then again, who else would have the means and the genius to capture the women of the Action Superhero Squad? So, naturally and obviously you deduced it would be me. But then again, it wasn't that complicated of a mystery for you to begin with, Ms. James." "We all know what a villain like you is capable of, Darqhart." Amazing Woman says. "That's why we keep stopping whatever nefarious plans of world domination you keep hatching." "'Villain'?" Darqhart questions, somewhat offended before whizzing his AG disc to Amazing Woman. "I'm no villain. Like all of you here, I want to save the world from its own self-destructive ways." Darqhart continues as he hovers around the ring of nude heroines. "War, crime, chaos. As superheroes, all you ever accomplished were temporary solutions, hallow victories while the problem still exists and continues to persist and you are called again to give no real permanent solution yet again." Darqhart hovers to the middle. "I however have the vision, the genius, the will to end your self-congratulatory cycle of celebrated underachievement and truly save the human race from extinction. That is why you are all here. I have chosen all of you to assist me in creating a new race of super-humans that will forge a new golden age, a new future for the world." "And how are we going to help you create this new race of yours?" Justina asks. "I have a bad feeling about this." Gossamer utters. "Isn't it obvious, Ms. James?" Darqhart questions. "I'm going to impregnate every one of you." "WHAT!?!" Amazing Woman shouts. "You're insane!" "Think about it." Darhart reasons. "The child I sire you will inherent your superpowers and my super intellect, making him a step above the superhero archetype. Then in twenty years, my children will shape the world to what it needs to be." "You mean to what you want it be." Sparkle states. "Why did you kidnap me, Darqhart?" Justina questions. "I don't have any superpowers. Not unless you count finding fashionable shoes and getting into the kind of trouble I need a superhero to get me out of." "Yes, and in most cases, that superhero is Maximum Man." Darqhart states, hovering to Justina as he scowls at her. "The man who always foiled my plans in the most humiliating ways. Selecting you, Ms. James is more of revenge against my enemy than creating my brood of super-powered saviors. I wonder how his reaction will be when he finds out that girlfriend is pregnant with the child of his greatest archenemy. I just can't decide whether to have sex with you first or last." "Try never." Justina defies. "If you think I'm going to have sex with you after the dangers you put me and Maximum Man through, then you are insane." "The same goes for the rest of the women here, Darqhart." Amazing Woman boldly announces. "Yeah, creep." Sparkle adds. "It'll take more than dinner and a movie to get us knocked up." "I didn't expect any of you to go along with my plan, being that none of you can comprehend the potential benefits." Darqhart hovers away from Justina. "But then again, I was never one to simply ask for permission when it came to doing what needed to be done." Darqhart taps the panel of his bracer, emitting a sharp ping. From above the manacled maidens, jets of purple gas spray down on them. Justina tries not to panic, already catching the scent of the gas, which has a strange mixture of lilacs and Novocain. "This is a little something I concocted to make you all more...cooperative." Darqhart informs, taking out a filter mask. "In a few minutes, you will all be highly aroused and highly docile. Long enough for me to have sex with all of you." Justina feels the purple gas already effecting her, feeling it force its way through her nostrils and plummeting down her body and explode inside her. Her heart beats faster, her breathing get deeper and heavier, sweat starts to cover her skin. Justina bows her head forward as she breathes in more of the gas, letting her red hair fall over her eyes. With every inhale, her control fading away, replaced with the burning desires of her body. The growing desire of sex. Through her hair, Justina watches the other women falling under the same effects as her. She gazes at Amazing Woman, her body covered in glistening beads of sweat, rocking her body as she tries to free her hands from the manacles. Justina then shifts to Darqhart in the middle and her body heat suddenly increases at the thought of her being ravaged by the arch villain, giving her his manseed to carry his child. With whatever logic or independent thought she has left, Justina reasons that have the baby of his lover's archenemy may not be such a bad thing. The father is, as a matter of fact, a genius. An evil genius, but still a genius. So their offspring will do good in school. Justina lifts her head as Darqhart hovers to her again. She looks him over, standing proudly on his anti-gravity disc. Her lust for him fervently consumes her mind as well as her body. She wants nothing more than for him to use her for sex and procreation, to have as many children as he wants. "So, Ms. James." Darqhart smiles. "Do you want to be the first or the last?" "The first." Justina eagerly answers. "I want to be the first." * * * * Penny cups her breast, circling her fingertip around her erect nipple through the fabric of her Amazing Woman t-shirt, aroused from the issue of Action Superhero Squad on the counter she sits by. She imagines herself in Justina James's place, kidnapped, stripped naked, hanging by her restrained hands, at the mercy of a supervillain with the intent to breed with her. Penny was about to turn the page to see what happens next when her attention shifts to the sounds of a motorcycle outside her store's window. Peering through the window, she observes a couple, a man and a woman dismounting a motorcycle parked in front. The handsome man pulls his goggles down over his neck and holds his hand to his female companion. Penny adjusts her glasses to make sure she sees the beautiful and petite, caramel-skinned girl accurately and that she truly is topless, bottomless and wearing a cat-ears hairband, handing over one of the two sheathed sword to the man with the goggles. Penny slowly gets off her stool and moves to the cash register, and the sawed-off shotgun under it, keeping watch on the sword carrying couple as they walk to the door. The chime on the door rings and Orpheus enters and does a scan of the comic store, spotting Penny behind the counter. The sheathed katana is on his back with the strap across his chest. petgirl, also with the katana to her bare back, walks through the open door. "You open?" Orpheus asks, cautiously walking to the counter with petgirl following. "Are you Jones?" Penny questions. "Yeah, do I know you?" Orpheus asks. "A mutual friend of our called." Penny informs. "Told me you'd be meeting him here." "SpiderBat?" Orpheus asks, stopping at the counter across from Penny. "Is he here?" "No, he said he's busy but will get here as soon as he can." Penny says. "In the meantime, you and your girlfriend can wait here." Penny looks at petgirl. "Do you need a blanket? Or a shirt? Maybe some pants?" "Yeah, are you okay, petgirl?" Orpheus turns to petgirl. "You've been riding the back of a bike since we got away from...the gym." "petgirl is fine, Orpheus." petgirl assures, smiling. "petgirl told you that petgirl likes the cold because..." "Yeah, I know. They make your nipples hard." Orpheus finishes. "Just like her nipples." petgirl says, pointing at Penny. Penny looks down and sees her nipples poking through her t-shirt. Her first instinct is to cover them with her hands but decided not to, worried that cupping her breasts in front Orpheus and his slave-doll would give the wrong impression. Her next instinct is to raise her comic book over her chest to cover her nipples but felt it to be undignified as well as pointless. "What?" Penny raise her sight but to Orpheus and petgirl. "You must have let a draft in when you opened the door." "Yeah." Orpheus quickly agrees to get the awkwardness done. "We'll be over there." Orpheus points to the furthest shelf of comic books before moving there with his slave-doll. "They're just very sensitive to the cold." Penny explains. * * * * Gwyn maintains her straddling as she arches her back to take more of Quinton's erected cock while lays back on the small bed he reclines on. She smiles at him, brushing her fingers through her well-trimmed, shoulder-length, luminance artificial hair as it emits a bright crimson glow. Quinton doesn't mind that the woman he's having sex with has artificial hair that glows, he doesn't mind that she's not a real woman at all. In fact, he relishes that he gets the best sex of his life from a pleasure-model gynoid. Built to perform a whole range of sexual acts Gwyn 6.9 places her hands on Quinton's flabby and hairy chest. The sensors hidden in her palms allow her to monitor his heartrate and cardio vascular. Finding it safe to process, the gynoid increases her pelvic rotation and adds more lubricant in her synthetic vagina, which is a tube of rings of ridges and nubs, rotating and mildly vibrating around Quinton's cock. As a pleasure gynoid, Gwyn is to predict the incoming ejaculation of the male before he even knows. With the data from past coitus, Gwyn devised the perfect moment to engage in the finale procedure of her programmed sex protocols. She lowers her torso onto Quinton's chest and kisses a trail from his neck to his chin then his lips, where she gives only one kiss before facing him. "Take me now." Gwyn pleads. Gwyn is forced onto her back by Quinton, zealously pumping his cock in her synthetic cunt, where the pleasure rings spins and vibrates faster. Gwyn wraps arms around Quinton's portly torso, giving a gentle squeeze to his ass cheek. "Yes, fuck me, baby." Gwyn softly says in his ear. "Fill this cold robot with your hot, manly sperm." Gwyn gives several kisses to his neck before speaking in his ear again. "Make me feel like a real woman." Quinton raises his head as he growls from the intense discharge of his cock, lasting 2.3 seconds before flopping down onto Gwyn, nestling his face on her neck. Gwyn gives a light scratch down Quinton's back with both hands before embracing him, not minding his weight on her while the mechanisms of her artificial sex-canal slows down to give the softening cock a light massage. "That was wonderful, honey." Gwyn whispers. "Now just rest." "ATTENTION, MISTER QUINTON MOX." "What the fuck?!" Quinton, rudely reacting to the rude awakening, lifting himself off the gynoid. "Mister Mox," The speaker box on the wall opposite from the bed says. "this cube is at the end of its 45 minutes. Do you wish to extend your time in the cube?" "Fuck, no. I've paid enough z-creds for this dump." Quinton answers, rolling himself off Gwyn and the bed. "Very well, Mister Mox." The box says. "Please be ready to leave the cube and do come back again. Your stay and comfort is important to us here at the Cozy Cubes Motel." The cube occupied by Quinton and the gynoid is a small room with no windows or a door on any of the equal sized walls. Other than the bed, there is a small shower capsule in corner and a toilet unit with a sliding pull-around curtain for privacy. Quinton walks to the slide-out table top where he left his clothes. He is interrupted from dressing himself when the cube has a sudden shake followed by mild vibrations, indicating that the cube is moving. "God damn it." Quinton curses. "I get the cube where the dampeners are shot." "Are we done for the night, Quinton?" Gwyn asks, sitting up on the bed. Quinton turned to the gynoid, surprised to see her still in bed. "Yeah, we're done." Quinton callously answers, taking his thermos-briefs and puts them on. "Thank you for a good time, Quinton." Gwyn says, getting off the bed. "I hope to have sex with you again." "So long as I keep paying up front." Quinton snidely remarks. Gwyn walks to her bodysuit on a hook near the shower capsule. She dons the white, tight-fitting bodysuit with a plunging neckline down to the sternum and no back, then the lavender high-heeled leg boots. The vibrations of the cube in motion finally stops and the wall opposite of the bed splits into four separate squares, opening to a short stairway to the motel's public walkway. The fully-dressed Quinton strides to the opening without so much as saying good-bye, which was no offence to Gwyn since in their past sessions, Quinton did not engage in small talk or any degree of socialization. Gwyn leaves the cube, casually sauntering down the walkway in the opposite direction of Quinton. She changes her luminescent hair from crimson to white, reducing the volume to a minimal glow. The walkway leads Gwyn to the streets of city level red, overshadowed by the overpasses, elevated pedestrian walkways and skycars flying above the ground vehicles and mid to low level citizens. She stops at the end of the block and actives her beacon to hail the nearest available transport. As she waits, Gwyn notices several gynoids across the street from her, presenting themselves to offer sexual services for z-creds. One of them she recognizes from her model line, a Gwyn model like her only with her hair green and wearing a red sleeveless shirt with the torso cut so high the under part of her synthetic breasts are exposed and a black leather short skirt accessorized with a spiked belt loosely around her waist. A human police officer, male in his late-thirties with a thin black mustache, accompanied by two tall, heavily armored combat model police robots, boldly struts towards the gynoids, demanding to see their blue cards. The gynoids seemed reluctant to comply with the officer, who becomes impatient and hostile in demanding their legal permits. The green-haired Gwyn model dashes from the robot sex providers, the robot cops and the human cop. The officer pushes the gynoids in his way in pursuit of the runaway robot, drawing out his firearm. The gynoid is halfway down the block when the officer fires two thunderous shots at her. Two smart bullets shatters through her back and explodes out of her chest. The gynoid falls to the ground but is still functional, trying to crawl away. The officer hurries to the downed gynoid and fires another shoot into her central processing unit in her duri-plastic skull. Gwyn was neither shocked nor terrified about what she just witnessed. She reasons that the fault was logically on the gynoids for not having their blue cards and well probably be sent the Reclamation Center. However, she wonders about her model-sister running away the way she did, as if she was...afraid. Androids like her are not programmed to feel fear, but they are programmed for self-preservation unless it will bring harm to a human. However, androids are to adhere to a human's orders, even from a law-enforcement officer. Even if the green-haired gynoid did not have a legitimate blue card, her programming would have her stay with the police until ordered to leave or come with them. The only answer Gwyn can fathom is that the gynoid's flight was a result of a malfunction of her protocols due to significant degradation of her programming. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 22 Finally, a robocab stops near Gwyn, sliding up its door for her to enter. Gwyn enters the yellow driverless ground car and sits on the pseudo-silk seating. As the door slide shut, Gwyn looks through the window and watches the police steer the gynoids into a large Reclamation Services ground carrier. Gwyn becomes certain that once the gynoids will be taken to the Reclamation Center, they will never be seen again. "Please state your destination?" The robocab's speaker box questions. "Silverberg street, city level blue." Gwyn answers. The robocab drives down the under streets of city level red and to a single-lane skyway, free from the buildings and bridges where only the evening sky can be seen. Looking through the window again, Gwyn gazes at the distant colossal buildings of chrome and glass in the central sector, the heart of the city of the future, Mechatopia. The path of the skyway descends towards the lower city level blue, where low-level citizens and unowned androids like Gwyn can roam the under streets without harassment from the police. The robocab stops at the corner of Silverberg and Ellison street. "That will be 25 z-creds, please." The speaker box informs. Gwyn draws out her thumb-size credit drive from the hip pocket of her bodysuit and inserts it in the dataport of the robocab's credit panel. After the transfer of the z-creds is accepted, the door slides up, allowing Gwyn to leave. "Thanks for using Mechatopia Taxi Services." The speaker box says. "A division of our benevolent benefactors, the Olivaw Group." Gwyn departs from the robocab as it drives away. She journeys down the block to the shop of her mechanic Yoshi for her regular maintenance. Since her decommission from the Mechatopia Companionship Circuit, Yoshi become her mechanic, giving her the crucial repairs she needs in order to operate as a pleasure gynoid, or commonly called, a sexbot. Because of this, Gwyn can made the z-creds to pay for Yoshi's services and maintain her continued functionality, which becomes a routine for her. A routine some humans would find monotonous. As Gwyn approaches the parking lot of Yoshi's shop, an old mechanic's garage, she finds it under attack by a large number of women, armed with crowbars and metal baseball bats, smashing the windows and throwing Molotov cocktail, while making a pile of the non-functioning androids they viciously damaged. At first, Gwyn suspects the women attacking Yoshi's shop and his androids customers to be scrap-jumpers, but she discovers them to be scantily-clad in provocative clothes, the kind of clothes hookers would wear. The door to the shop flings open as Yoshi, a middle-aged Asian male with grey at the temples of his black in mechanic coveralls, is forced out with a chain wrapped around his neck. The chain is held by the woman behind him. She is in her late-forties with dark brown skin and shoulder-length black hair with a streak of purple going down from the right with the left side of her temple shaved down to the skin. She wears a black leather corset over a black metallic halter top with and a white see-though knee-high skirt over her black high-cut briefs see-through panties, her black nylon leggings with a tear on her upper right thigh and her white stiletto shoes. "Why are you doing this, Rozza?" Yoshi straggles to say. "You've been helping out the mechs, old man!" The chain-holding hooker answers with hate. "Especially, those fucking whorebots!" "I have a business to run." Yoshi pleads. "What about our business?" Rozza tightens the chain. "It's bad enough we have to compete with the new pleasure-models coming out. You keeping the old ones running is making it impossible for us to make a single z-cred." Yoshi falls on his knees, trying to breathe through the chain pressing against his windpipe. "Not only are we going to hunt down every last sexbot on the lower city levels, we'll going kill traitors like you who help them." Rozza states. Rozza releases the chain from Yoshi, who immediately keels over on the pavement, gasping for breath. She pulls out a rasper from behind her and points it at the back of Yoshi's head. "Then the sex trade will belong to us. Girls with real pussies." Rozza steadies her aim. "STOP!" Rozza and her anti-robot mob fall silent, turning their sights to Gwyn running to them. "KILL HER!" Rozza yells. Gwyn halts when the hookers are ten feet from her, ready to add her to their pile of destroyed androids. Her bodysuit starts to tear as her synth-skin surface panels extends and shifts with shiny pink armor pads throughout her body. The robot-hating hookers stop from their assault as they watch the gynoid mechanically convert into something they never expected. Gwyn's arms become fitted with lasers as combat blades ejects through the outer sides of her arms. Small booster jets emerge and locks on to her back and her knees. From between the gaps of her head's surface panels above her ears, a disc slides out from each side and ejects a long bladed fin. With Gwyn's bodysuit now nothing but tattered bits of Lycra around her feet, Gwyn's conversion is complete with protective full-ocular lens sliding over her eyes, glowing red. The hookers, once in a neo-luddite rage, becomes confused and scared at the pink-armor gynoid with lasers and blades, and begin to slowly back away. Suddenly, a beam of blue light with black diamond-shaped fragments strikes Gwyn in the right shoulder, nearly knocking her as the armor pad is instantly rendered into brunt, useless metal. Rozza advances on Gwyn with her rasper, recharging from its first blast. Gwyn rips the damaged pad off her, moving back from Rozza. "I see you got some upgrades." Rozza says with a smug smile. "They won't do you any good against this." Rozza fires her rasper again, hitting Gwyn's left arm, destroying the armor pads of the entire limb. Rozza's followers loudly cheer her on as Gwyn falls on her knee but still stands. "Personally, I don't believe that mechs have souls, but I hope there's a hell for you and the rest of the sexbots." Rozza raises her rasper to finish off Gwyn. With only a second to act, Gwyn raises her arm-mounted laser and fires at Rozza's rasper. The weapon explodes in Rozza's hand. Rozza screams in pain as she collapses on the ground. Gwyn rips off the brunt armor from her leg and stands herself up. The robot-hating hookers are already retreating from the skirmish with the wounded Rozza being dragged away by two of her friends. Gwyn watches Rozza be carried in the back of an old Nuevo Cadillac and drives away with the rest of her mob. Certain that the danger is over, Gwyn converts herself back into her pleasure-model form as she walks to the garage. With no bodysuit, she is naked, exposing her physical attributes, the stem lines of her surface panels and her serial number on her right arm below the logo the Olivaw Group. Fortunately for Gwyn, the elements do not bother her, but her modesty protocol compels her to be appropriately in the public. In addition to the repairs, Gwyn hypothesizes that Yoshi could provide a new bodysuit for her with the replacement armor pads. Gwyn sees the beaten and bruised Yoshi lying on the pavement in a pool of blood. The gynoid hurries to her mechanic and kneels nears him and holds his head. Gwyn places her hand on Yoshi's chest to monitor his heartrate. "You are bleeding." Gwyn says. "I will summon Mechatopia Medical..." "No, they'll never get here in time." Yoshi replies. "I guess it was a good idea to upgrade you with a battle mode." "Agreed, but why am I the only one of the androids you serviced to be given such enhancements?" Gwyn question. "I am just pleasure model, a sexbot." "No, you're more than that, Gwyn." Yoshi states as his eyes slowly closes. "You're...different." "Different?" Gwyn questions. "How am I different?" Yoshi does not answer. Gwyn detect his heart beat slowing down. "If I am not a pleasure-model, what am I?" Gwyn asks, leaning closer to Yoshi. Gwyn finds her question cannot be answered when Yoshi's heart stops. She holds Yoshi close to him, looking down at his face, still and not breathing. A drop of liquid falls on his cheek. Gwyn wipes the drop examines it to discover it to be the same type of synth-lubricant used in her oculars. If Gwyn was human, the teardrop from her eye would have been cause by in emotional reaction over the loss of someone she would consider as a friend. But since Gwyn is not human, she deduces that the synth-lube duct of her artificial eye must be malfunctioning as a result of her altercation Rozza or just other part that needs replacing. However, despite this more probable answer, Gwyn, for the first time since her activation, she feels...doubt. "What am I?" * * * * Orpheus finishes thumbing through the Gwyn 6.9: Prostibot series in the latest issue of Sci-Fi Sex Stories, standing at the new comics shelves. He looks to petgirl at his side, comparing her with Gwyn the sexbot. One created from futuristic parts in a futuristic robot factory, the other brainwashed in the basement of an asylum. One programmed to wear clothes in pubic, the other conditioned to be naked all the time. Both with great bodies, one by factory design, the other by surgery. Both skilled in sex, one through programming, the other through conditioning. One in the latest product of her line of slave-dolls, young and vibrant, eager to please her new owner. The other, decommissioned, nearly obsolete despite her still-optimal sex skills, casted out to the dregs of her futuristic society, forced to survive with whatever she can get. Orpheus wonders if the problems Gwyn has could happen to his slave-doll. He speculates that if the Doll Factory were to resume production after the riot he caused, new slave-dolls will be created and in a year petgirl will no longer be the fresh and new slave-doll she was, forcing her to sale her body on the streets. He feels slightly nauseous of the path petgirl would take if that were to happen. The slave-doll will probably start off by earning money at the Blue 2 el train where she would let strangers grope her or give them hand jobs for twenty dollars, but then to earn more money to survive, petgirl will have to work either at the docks to have sex with dockworkers and sailors, the truck stop at Springvalley to have sex with truckers in their semi-trucks or the sleazy motel near the prison, or, in her worst case, working at the Pussy Gutter, a maze of alleys and back lanes in East Rutberg where hookers past their prime work when they have nowhere else to go...and never leave. Orpheus tries to reason with himself that petgirl could easily find work at one of the city's classy brothels like Masquerades or the Night Garden to have sex with high-end clients. However, Orpheus realizes it only to be a temporally solution. As beautiful and sexually efficient as she, petgirl would have ten, maybe fifteen years until her pimp or madam would let her go, sending her back into the unforgiving streets and directly to the Pussy Gutter. He tries to tell himself that none of this is his problem, that he has his own problems to worry. But his conscience triggers something The Dude once said. The world can be a bitch to you, but what does it say about you where try to be a bitch to it back? Those words pull at him to being not only petgirl's owner but her protector as well. If a happy future is remotely possible for petgirl, Orpheus will have to help her find it. "See anything you like?" Orpheus asks his slave-doll as he returns the comic back on the shelf. "petgirl does not know, Orpheus." petgirl answers. "What do you think petgirl should like?" "Well, that's not really my call, petgirl." Orpheus says. "Just pick whatever peaks your interest." "But petgirl is only interested is whatever interests you." petgirl replies, moving close to her master. "petgirl loves you to make decisions for petgirl." Orpheus feels dissatisfied of his unproductive start in helping petgirl free her mind from Dr. Love's brainwashing, which will obviously take more than making her choose what comic book to read. He decides to focus on his own situation with Penny, mainly if he can trust her. Even though SpiderBat told him meet at the comic store, Orpheus still does not want to risk falling into another trap and believes a discrete search of the premise is in order. "Listen, petgirl, I'm gonna check out the rest of this place." Orpheus says to petgirl with a low voice. "Stay here and keep watch. If Penny asks where I am, tell her I'm just looking for the bathroom." "Yes, Orpheus." petgirl replies. "And while you're waiting, read this comic." Orpheus points to a random comic. "I don't want you to get bored." "Thank you, Orpheus." petgirl says. "petgirl appreciates your concern." Seeing Penny sitting behind the counter with her back to Orpheus and petgirl as she is absorbed in her comic book, Orpheus quietly walks to the opened door with an EMPLOYEES ONLY sign near the bargain bin table. The doorway leads Orpheus down a short hallway before entering the storage room of the store. The walls in front of him are cinder blocks covered in gloss paint with a metal door leading to the back lane outside. On his left, he notices a queen-sized bed with metal barred headboard and an old wooden nightstand with a lamp, a short pile of comic books and a small pink vibrator. Orpheus surmises that Penny must also live here as well. He continues his exploration to the other side of the storage room where he comes across an old punching bag, patched up with duct tape. Further down he discovers an old stainless steel work bench with a chemistry set, the kind sold to kids. Examining the chemicals of the makeshift lab, Orpheus remembers from chemistry class to be the ingredients for smoke bombs. Next to the bench is a table with a pair of cargo pants, several sheets of black and dark blue cut from old t-shirts and a mini-sewing kit. Orpheus realizes that he stumbled onto SpiderBat's secret lair where he creates his smoke bombs and his costume. Passing by the table, Orpheus spots a garment rack with different types of coats and jackets. He immediately spots something familiar to him and frantically pushes the coats aside and pulls out a dark red hoodie. Orpheus realizes that he may have discovered a significant part of SpiderBat's secret origin. * * * * A full moon in the night sky shines over the Dupree mansion as private investigator Nancy McKnight knocks on the expensive oak wood door. As she waits, she takes out a cigarette from one of the pockets of her grey trench coat and lights it with her dead fiancée's cigar lighter. After her first puff, Nancy gazes to the inscription on the lighter, feeling her heart break a little. To Mark Forever yours, Nancy Nancy puts the lighter back in her coat pocket as the door opens, expecting to be greeted and invited by the family butler, Wendell. But she is surprised to see standing at the door to be a Negress. Nancy raises the brim of her black fedora hat and lightly brushes her copper-red hair from her eyes for a better look of this rather beautiful black woman who must be the maid but is surprised to find her wearing only a maid's apron, containing her ample bosom and covering the rest of her naughty bits, only at a certain angle. "Yes?" The Negress greets. "I'm Nancy McKnight." Nancy states. "I'm here to see Dustin Dupree." "What is your business with Master Dupree?" The Negress asks. "It's very important that I see him. I have some information about his father's murder." Nancy informs. "Please come in." The Negress steps back to allow Nancy inside. "Where's Wendell? Is it his night off?" Nancy questions, walking through the doorway. "Wendell no longer works here. My name is Cortisha, I'm Wendell's replacement." The Negress says, shutting the door. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to Master Dupree." Nancy walks behind Cortisha from the foyer and down the wide hall of paintings and vases. She can't help but see Cortisha's nude backside with only the apron strings drooping down between her fully-round ebony ass cheeks. "So, do you have an actual uniform or is what you're wearing it?" Nancy inquires. "Master Dupree forbids me from wearing any clothes other than shoes and this apron." Cortisha says. "And you're okay with that?" Nancy asks. "Answering the door buck naked?" Cortisha takes a moment to compose herself against the frustrations that arise within her, something Nancy instinctively notices. "It's my job, ma'am." Cortisha answers. "I'm to do the cooking, the cleaning and...other services required of me. It's what I'm hired to do." "Where did you work before?" "I was a dancer at the Black Venus." "I heard of that joint. Were you a burlesque dancer?" "Yes, I did burlesque, among other things that required me to be naked and...accommodating. That's how I met Master Dupree. He was a regular there and took a liking to me." "How much is he paying you to work here? He is paying you, right?" Cortisha abruptly stops and faces Nancy. "Why are you so interested in me, ma'am?" Cortisha asks. "I've gone all my life without anyone being this curious about me." "Maybe you've just been with the wrong crowd." Nancy says. "I'm a black woman living in the big city. The wrong crowd is the only crowd I can be with." "Sometimes I think the same way, being in my line of work where I have to deal with men and their usual bluster and banter about important they are while calling me names like doll or sweetie." "With respect, ma'am, the only difference between us is you can still easily find yourself a husband and live in the suburbs with the two to three kids you'll give birth to while he makes all the decisions. I don't have that option. I came to the city hoping to be a secretary or a typist, but men like Master Dupree are more interested how my tits look and how good I can pleasure them. So excuse me if I have to make the best of what little options I have." "I wasn't judging you, but I do understand." Nancy says before a moment of silent. "And as for me finding a husband, well...it's not as easy as you would think." Without further word, Nancy resumes following Cortisha to the mansion's indoor pool. The room was supported by Roman columns from the high ceiling to the blue tiled floors, hung plants and white marble statues of nude women occupied the green tiled walls. Near the pool is a small bistro table with a champagne glass and an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. Nancy approaches the pool as Cortisha stays by the entranceway. On the descending steps of the pool are a naked man and a naked woman, kissing and embracing each other so passionately. The man is handsome and tall with black hair and a body that can only be sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo. The woman has blond hair down to her shoulders with a petite hourglass body, wearing only a string of pearls around her neck, allowing the man to kiss down her neck and continue to her bare bosom while she drinks from her glass of champagne. Nancy recognizes both to them. The man is Dustin Dupree, son of millionaire industrialist Thaddeus Dupree, heir to Dupree Industries and the Dupree fortune. The woman pouring champagne on her small but fully round breasts so her lover can lick it off is Anna Polchek, who, until a week ago, worked at the secretarial pool at Dupree Industries. "Mister Dupree." Nancy calls out to the copulating couple. The couple stops to see Nancy standing near the pool steps. "Who the hell are you?" The blond dame questions, standing up and hurrying away from the pool. "Coco, what's the meaning of this?" Dustin Dupree asks, standing up and casually walks to his guest, giving her view of his unclothed body and his well-endowed feature. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 22 Coco? Nancy thinks. "Mister Dupree, my name is Nancy McKnight. Your father hired me a few weeks ago to find out who's been selling company secrets to his competitors." "And what have you found out, Nancy? Is it related to my father's murder?" Dustin stands in front of Nancy with his hands on his hips. "Can you call you, Nancy?" "Dustin, cover yourself." Anna urges as she slips on a pink short robe. "Why? We're all adults here." Dustin grins. "You're not offended, are you, Nancy?" "No." Nancy answers, looking over Dustin's nude physique with a smile. "Not offended at all." "Hussy." Anna utters, taking her glass from the patio table she left it at. "You're in no position to judge me, Ms. Polchek." Nancy says. "Especially since you're the mole." "What?" Anna blurts. "Anna, is this true?" A surprised Dustin asks. "I know it was one of the secretaries but I wasn't sure which one. When I told Mr. Dupree, he was shot hours later at the parking lot of the Empire Club." Nancy states as she approaches Anna. "My guess is your boss knew who the mole was and when he confronted you, not only did he threaten to fire you, but you were looking at time in prison. So you silenced him by putting three bullets in his chest." Nancy finishes her supposition by dropping her cigarette in Anna's glass. Furious of the accusation and ruining her champagne, Anna throws her glass aside, shattering against one of the statues. "How dare you?" Anna confronts. "You have no proof that I killed the old man." "No, but I know about Larry Buchanan, your contact at Halstead Manufacturing." Nancy states. "Detective Grimshaw pick him up an hour ago and if I know Grimshaw, Larry's already spilling the beans about you. The cops will be waiting for you at your apartment. They're probably on their way here now." "But, I...I didn't kill anyone." Anna starts to panic, hurrying to her lover. "Dustin, you can't believe that I..." "Get out now." Dustin demands as he points to the entrance. "I will not have a thief and a killer in my home." The sudden betrayal and abandonment from her lover causes tears to roll down from Anna's eyes. Not wanting anyone to see her cry, Anna runs out of the pool room, passing Cortisha. "Coco, keep an eye on her until she leaves." Dustin orders. "Make sure she doesn't steal anything." "Yes, Master Dupree." Cortisha replies before departing. "Oh, and when you're done, have a bath ready for me." Dustin adds. "And leave the apron in the kitchen." Alone with her naked host, Nancy removes her fedora, places it on the table and pours herself a glass. She looks over Dustin's body just as he turns to face her. She notices his erection. He notices her noticing. "I guess I ruined your evening with Anna." Nancy takes a sip. "That you did." Dustin walks to Nancy, smiling. "I was planning to have Coco join us, but I guess it's just me and her then." Dustin stands in front of Nancy, still smiling and still hard. "You don't have any plans for tonight, do you?" "Nothing I can't change." Nancy answers, puts her glass on the table and unties the belt of trench coat. As Nancy pulls open her coat, Dustin is pleasantly surprised to find his guest to be wearing nothing underneath except her white low-heel shoes. Dustin silently admires Nancy's fair-skinned hour-glass body as the naked P.I. drapes her coat over a chair near the table and kick off her shoes. She walks to the edge of the pool and looks at Dustin with a smile. Nancy bends her knees and quickly springs them to a swan dive in the deep end. Dustin walks to the edge where Nancy dived off and watches the red-haired nymph rising to the surface at the other end of the pool. She swims to the edge, putting her back against it and holding herself up with both hands on the edge. Nancy looks at Dustin again and lifts her foot to kick up water at his direction, inviting him to join her. Dustin eagerly dives in the pool, not as graceful as Nancy, but expertly swims underwater to his naked guest, like a preying shark. As he ascend to the surface, he gazes at the delta of shimmering red pubic hair between the top of her upper thighs. The second his head splashes through the water, he grabs the edge near Nancy's head and pulls himself to her, pressing his body on hers as he pressing his mouth onto hers. As their tongues meet, Nancy lifts her legs to allow Dustin's erected member to thrust into her red-haired love-canal. Nancy wraps her legs around Dustin's waist as he pushes himself in and out of her. She finds it impressive of Dustin for him to have sex in water with only his hands on the edge of the pool to secure him. "Have you ever had sex in a pool before, doll?" Dustin asks. "No, never." Nancy answers between heavy breaths. "I always did it in bed with my fiancé." "Oh, darling. The things I could teach you." Dustin says. The deep tongue-kissing resumes. Nancy wraps her arms around Dustin's torso. "What would you teach me? Tell me." Nancy eagerly questions, kissing his neck. "I'd show you how to pleasure me with your mouth." Dustin states. "You mean like kissing?" "No, I mean other parts of your body I can use for sex." "Oh, yeah, honey. Use me as much as you want. Use me all night if you want." Dustin's hands slips off the edge and sinks under the water with Nancy, still embracing him with her limbs and pleasuring him with her sex. Through the water, he sees Nancy's face, smiling at him. He feels his peak getting close. He smiles back at Nancy as he prepares to savior the sensational of discharging his manseed in the womb of his latest conquest while floating weightlessly in water any second now. Just as the moment is about to come, Nancy pulls herself from Dustin, still smiling at him as she swims up to the surface, leaving the playboy to spurt his pearl-white manseed in the pool water without a vagina. After the ejaculation fleetingly run its course, Dustin swims up to the surface. Nancy has already swan to the edge of the pool near the table where she left her coat. Dustin treads water as he watches her climb out of the pool and walk to the table, ringing the water out of her red hair. Nancy reaches into her coat and pulls out a cigarette and lighter. "I hope you're not too upset with what I just did." Nancy says, looking to Dustin as she lights her cigarette. "I didn't want to get pregnant." "Not until the wedding, at least." Dustin says, swimming to the pool steps. "Wedding?" "With your fiancé. I'm guessing the wedding will be soon." "My fiancé died in the war." Nancy informs in a moment of melancholy. "So, no wedding, no children, no future." "I'm sorry to hear that." Dustin looks at Nancy with some sympathy as he stands up to walk up the pool steps. "But you're still a young and beautiful woman who's not afraid to scoff at society's narrow view about sex and what constitutes as a good time for those who seek more erotic thrills. Someone like me, who can let you in on the thrills I plan to have very soon." "I imagine so." Nancy says. "Now that you run your father's company, you'll be able to create your own personal Sodom and Gomorrah." "I like the sound of that." Dustin grins as he moves to Nancy. "I mean it's tragic that Anna murdered my father but I need to move on with my life." "Well, the thing about Anna, I don't think she did it." Nancy states. "But you said she did." Dustin says as he stops. "She killed the old man when he found out she was the mole." "She was the mole, no doubt. But she couldn't have killed him because at the time of the murder, she was across town in Buchanan's apartment...in bed with him." "What?" "You see, it wasn't until later I realized the thefts happened the same time you and Anna started dating." "What is it that you're implying, Nancy." Dustin asks as he changes his path to walk to his robe on the chair on the other side of the table from Nancy's coat. "That Anna isn't the dumb blond you thought she was. Anna was using you to get those company secrets. She knew about your sexual history and used it to manipulate you into taking her to places like your father's office where she would have sex with you." Dustin faces away from Nancy as he slips his robe on, but doesn't tie it close. "So, you accusing Anna of killing my father was..." "A ruse for her to run out of your arms and run into the waiting hands of the police. It'll take most of the night, but Grimshaw will eventually dismiss her as a suspect. Leaving only one suspect. The man who benefited from Thaddeus Dupree's murder." "You're one smart cookie, Nancy. I can see why my father hired you." Dustin says, before facing Nancy and draws out a nickel pleated Star Model B Pistol from the pocket of his robe and aims it at her. "But you are still a dumb bitch." Instead of panicking or pleading in fear, Nancy just calmly takes a puff from her cigarette. Dustin walks over to her, keeping his gun his naked guest, soon to be murder victim. "When Mr. Dupree found out about Anna, he confronted you about it, didn't he?" Nancy questions. "And I'll bet he was none too pleased about it." "He was furious with me." Dustin admits. "I mean I something get into trouble over a pretty face, I'm only human. There were a few incidents and some accidents and the occasional misunderstanding, but dad would always use his money to make all go away. But when he found out about Anna, it was the straw that broke the camel's back." "He was going to kick you out of the company, wasn't he?" Nancy further questions. "Yes, and the mansion, and he was going to disinherit me." Dustin adds. "I was going to be jobless, homeless and penniless. All because of some blond whore!" "So, you killed your father and set up clues to frame Anna?" "Yeah, I thought I'd have one more night of fun with that backstabbing bitch before the cops would take her away. Give something for her to remember when they strap her to the electric chair." "So why the gun? You can afford a good lawyer to get you off if the cops charge you with murder." "Of course, I can. I can hire ten good lawyers to keep me out of the courtroom for years. But I can't risk having some red-headed busybody blabbing to the cops." "That's too bad." Nancy replies before flicking her cigarette. The hot ash at the end of the cigarette directly hits Dustin in the eye. "YOU BITCH!" Dustin yells, clapping his hand over his eye, losing sight of Nancy for a second. Dustin quickly recomposes himself and resets his sight and aim back to Nancy to see her aim a FN Baby Browning pistol right at him. The gun was small enough to be concealed in the P.I.'s coat but proved to be just as deadly as Dustin's gun when Nancy fires two shots in his chest. In shocked from getting shot, Dustin spend the last five seconds of his life stumbling back until he falls backward and make an unimpressive and undignified splash into the pool. Nancy steps to the pool and watches the now-dead Dustin floating in the water like a dead fish with the look of surprise and fear permanently on his wide-eyed face. Blood from the gun shoot wounds begins to turn the water around him into a dull red while his open robe shows his naked body and his flaccid member. "Better to be a bitch than a doormat." Nancy blows the smoke from the barrel of her gun. * * * * petgirl was confused after reading through an issue of The Steamy Nights of Nancy McKnight, mainly with the character of Nancy McKnight. It baffled her how such a beautiful woman could have such blatant disrespect toward men who want to have sex with her, to act like she doesn't need any man to define her or give her purpose. It was bad enough that she would smoke and drink without permission, but it was incomprehensible to the slave-doll the way Nancy lured Dustin into sexual intercourse with her and then discourteously breaks away from him just as was about to ejaculate, which is always the best part of sex. And when petgirl thought Nancy could not do any worse after that, she heartlessly shoots him dead without so much as beg to be Dustin's sex slave for the rest of her life. Leaving Cortisha/Coco without a master to serve and love. Placing the comic book back on the shelf, petgirl reasons that Nancy is the way she is because of the death of her beloved fiancé, a man who would have given her a purpose as a sexual companion and maybe even a breeder to give him children. And since Nancy could not easily find another man, perhaps because were not enough good men in the city where she lived, the poor thing was forced to work as a private investigator. petgirl starts to wonder if she would ever be in the same tragic situation if she lost Orpheus. To be a slave-doll without an owner is unthinkable for her but she starts to worry about the possibility of not finding a new master in case Orpheus were to be killed in his search for Angel, and even if her owner found his girlfriend, would Angel be okay with him having a slave-doll or will she make Orpheus discard her? "Hey, where's your boyfriend?" Penny asks, still behind the counter. "Orpheus is looking for the bathroom." petgirl answers, bringing back her smile. "He maybe SpiderBat's friend but that don't mean he can go anywhere in my store." Penny states. "petgirl is sure Orpheus do not mean any disrespect to you." petgirl walks to Penny. "Orpheus has had a very busy night and this is he's only chance to relive himself." "I guess if he has to go, he has to go." Penny settles. "Can I ask you something?" "Yes, you can." petgirl answers. "Do you actually go out in public like that?" Penny refers to petgirl's attire, or rather lack of. "Yes, petgirl does." petgirl answers. "Did Orpheus make you dress like that?" "No, petgirl's previous owner did when he gave petgirl her new name." "Your new name? What was your name before?" "petgirl did not have a name before Dr. Love created petgirl in the Doll Factory." Penny gets bewildered as petgirl's answers raises more questions about this cat-motif girl with breasts Penny cannot take her eyes off, making her doubt if she's only into men. The ringing of the door chime gives Penny the nudge she needs to stop gazing at petgirl's tits to turn her attention to the door. "Quit dragging your feet!" Lady J yells, entering the store. "Stop pulling at my arm?" Moth yells back, entering the store after Lady J by her side. Penny and petgirl spot the handcuffs on Moth's right hand and Lady J's left hand after the two make through the doorway, being followed by SpiderBat. The bricking between Lady J and Moth ceases when all three arrivals notice petgirl next to Penny. "Whoa, what is this? Some comic store cosplay orgy?" Moth asks. "Because if it is, SpiderBat, I might just forgive you for abandoning me." "Move." SpiderBat orders, shoving Moth forward. Moth tries to fix his hair and eyebrows with his free hand as he approaches petgirl with Lady J in tow. "Well, hello there, beautiful." Moth greets with a grin, trying to appear dignified despite the cuffs. "I don't know who you're dressed up as, but you're already making me a fan." "Thank you, sir." petgirl replies. "But petgirl is dressed to only be petgirl." "Huh?" Moth grunts. "You're a slave-doll, aren't you?" Lady J steps in. "From the Doll Factory." "Yes, petgirl is." petgirl answers. "Dr. Love certainly spared no expense in creating you." Lady J states. "Thank you, ma'am." petgirl says. "petgirl is Dr. Love's best creation." "If this doctor is the reason why you have those blue ribbon yabbos," Moth says, reaching to cup one of petgirl's breasts. "then he deserves an award for..." Moth hand is swiftly grabbed by petgirl's hand and twists it, causing Moth to whimper in pain. "Let go, bitch." Moth demands. "I just wanted to have a feel." "petgirl is sorry, sir." petgirl apologizes, still holding on to Moth's hand. "You can look at petgirl's tits as long as you want, but you cannot touch petgirl's tits or any other part of petgirl's body unless petgirl's owner permits it." "Your owner?" Lady J asks, before looking at Penny. "You're her owner?" "No, I am." Someone behind Lady J says. Lady J turns and cannot believe her eyes to see Orpheus standing near her. "Lady J." Orpheus says. "We finally meet." "Orpheus Jones." Lady J smiles. "You're just as handsome in real life as you are in your mugshots." "I understand you're the one who sent me to Kane Hill Asylum." Orpheus states. "I don't know what you're talking about." Lady J denies, still smiling. "But apparently you escaped the asylum and got yourself a souvenir while you were at it." "Let him go, petgirl." Orpheus commands his slave-doll, still glaring to Lady J. "Yes, Orpheus." petgirl releases Moth's hand. Moth quickly pulls his arm away from petgirl and moves back to Lady J's side. He resists the urge to call petgirl a tease or a bitch as he nurses his wrist in silence. "So now that we're all here, you must have some questions for us." Lady J says. "I got a lot of questions to ask." Orpheus firmly states. "And I expect answers." Orpheus scrutinizes over Lady J, calm despite her situation, not ready to give any information and if so, probably will not tell the whole story. He switches to Moth, trying to look brave to cover up how nervous he truly is, easier to break than Lady J for information, assuming he has anything of value. Orpheus walks pass Lady J and Moth and stops in front of SpiderBat. "Starting with you." Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 23 CHAPTER TWENTY THREE "HOOKERS AND HEAVY METAL" "Before he left, my father was a failed musician and an alcoholic, my mother was a failed hairdresser and a prostitute before she died in a crossfire between her pimp and the cop he stopped bribing. Before that, I was just a kid trying to forget his shitty home life by burying myself in my comic books. They gave me a temporary escape from my bleak reality while my dad was passed out on the bathroom floor or while my mom was 'at work' in the middle of the night. But when my mom was dead and my dad was nowhere to be found, that reality hit me out of my escape, and kept on hitting until I learned to hit back, and I've been hitting back ever since." "Over the years, I traveled the world to improve my fighting skills. I trained with a militia group in Utah, after that, an underground fight club in Germany, than a South American death squad, finally, a sect of religious assassins in North Korea. I did a lot of bad things, stuff that would keep me up at night but I would just convince myself it was part of me surviving in a world run by killers and bullies. But as time went on, that burden weighed more on my conscious. That's when I went back to Plutopolis." "When I come back, I set out to find the pimp and the cop who killed my mother, only to find out they're both dead. The pimp got shanked in prison and the cop put his gun in his mouth a month after my mom's death. So, without anyone to take my revenge out on, I decided to use my fighting skills to make a name for myself in the underworld by fighting at the Bloodrome. But before I even went to 'audition', I meet The Dude." "We were on the same train that day. At first, I thought he was trying to hustle me, but he helped me look pass my anger and confusion, showing me to even though I did bad things, I wasn't a bad person. Somehow, that put me at peace with myself. Something I haven't felt in years." "Afterwards, I agreed to meet The Dude to discuss joining the Anarchists. But when I find out that the Steelheads killed him and all but one of his gang, I was so enraged. I went after a few Steelheads and gave them a good beating but after that, I felt...lost. More lost than ever." "I was wandering the streets, aimlessly, when I found myself standing in front of the Forbidden Zone, my old comic store. The last remnant of my childhood as I remembered it. When I went in, I found an old issue of The Justifier, like the one I had before. At that moment, I had what was either an epiphany...or a psychotic break but I was that kid again who wanted to be a superhero to save his mother, to find his father, to rid his neighborhood of all the bad people so no kids would go through I did." SpiderBat looks down from the night sky and turns to Orpheus, sitting on the trunk of a derelict '72 Dodge Dart with a half-full bottle of Tweak Up. Behind him is a wall of piled up cars in the dirt field of Sully's Scrapyard. "Penny can fill you in on the rest." SpiderBat says. "Good story." Orpheus replies, pushing himself off the trunk, leaving his drink behind as he approaches SpiderBat. "Is that why you've been helping me? Out of respect for The Dude?" "Sort of." SpiderBat answers. "To be honest, I was getting bored beating up pimps and mobsters. I figured you came back to town to get revenge on the Steelheads and thought I should follow you around to make sure you don't get in over your head, a nice change of pace for me. But later I find out you're just looking for your girlfriend, I still decided to stay the course. But now I find out this girlfriend of yours is connected to Lady J and her employer Boss Creeg, a very powerful and a very dangerous man." "Does that change things for you?" Orpheus questions. "Does it for you?" SpiderBat questions back. "Gives you reason to walk away from all this while you still can?" "No, I'm not leaving Plutopolis unless Angel leaves with me." Orpheus affirms. "If you want to bail, I won't hold it against you." "I'll stick around. I want to see how this ends." SpiderBat says. "Besides, guys like me don't die of old age." "Okay, back to business then." Orpheus steps back to the Dodge, takes his drink and opens the trunk. SpiderBat steps to Orpheus's side and both look inside the trunk where Lady J and Moth are being held, still handcuffed together. "Who want to share next?" Orpheus questions, leering down. * * * * "Where the hell you think you're going, mister?" Father Milton is halted by the two muscular female bounders at the front door of the Stonecutter. One on his right, Moon, is a butch lesbian in a sleeveless pink shirt with a crew cut, standing firm in his way with her open hand out. On his left, Wink, a Latina with a lean and toned body in pink shirt cut up to show her midriff and a red bandana wrapped around her head. "Please, let me through." Father Milton sternly demands. "I'm here to pick someone up." "I think you got the wrong address, padre." Moon states. "Yeah, ain't no bible study group happening here." Wink says. "Or one of those pray to be straight meetings." Moon adds." "Actually, those meetings are good places to meet women." Wink humorously informs. "That's how I met my prom date in high school." "Listen to me, a colleague of mine called me and told me to pick her up to this exact place." Father Milton states. "I've been worried about her all night and I need to find her. Now get out of my way." "Fine, go ahead. We're closing soon anyway." Wink says, stepping aside. "Just remember, bible thumper, if you start spouting off about Leviticus, I will toss you ass outta here." Moon warns. As Father Milton enters the Stonecutter, the place was already preparing to close. The band has long left the stage, the dancefloor is being swept, the waitresses are gathering and putting away empty glasses, and the chairs are placed on the tables. Except the table where Felicity is sitting on Cherish's lap, embraced by the lesbian bartender as they tenderly kiss. "SISTER FELICITY?!" Father Milton shouts. Felicity opens her eyes wide a second before she withdraws her lips from Cherish and looks to the shocked Father Milton. "Father!" Felicity jumps off Cherish's lap at to stand up for the priest to see her in the open breast chain harness. "What were you doing? What are you wearing?" Father Milton asks, compelled to gaze at Felicity's ivory-skinned breasts. "Lady J forced me to wear this." Felicity informs, covering her breasts with her hands. "I need your coat." "Oh, yes, of course." Father Milton pulls his eyes off Felicity's naked feature to removes his black long coat. "Did I hear him right?" Cherish stands up. "Did he call you 'Sister Felicity'?" "Yes, he did." Felicity turns to face Cherish. "I'm a nun. I guess I should have told before." "You mean before we started making out?" An agitated Cherish asks. "Be thankful it didn't get any further than that." Father Milton drapes his coat over Felicity's shoulders, concealing her body. "We need to go, now." "Cherish, I appreciate your help and I did enjoy your company." Felicity tightens the coat. "Goodbye, Cherish, and may God be with you." Father Milton puts his hand on Felicity's back as he guides her away from the lesbian bartender and towards the entrance. "Mom was right, I am going to Hell." Cherish says. Father Milton and Felicity pass Moon and Wink without any incident as they exit the Stonecutter and make their way down the block. "This whole situation with the Angel girl is getting out of hand." Felicity states. "You don't know the half of it." Father Milton replies. "I was accosted in my own office by some brute in a mask who calls himself SpiderBat." "What did he want?" "He wanted to know where Jones is. It seems they're friends." "What did you tell him?" "That he was sent to Kane Hill." "Did you tell him anything else?" "Of course not. I just told him enough of the truth so he could go to the asylum. I planned to call and warn Dr. Love about him but that lunatic locked me in a closet. By the time one of the volunteers got me out, it was too late." "Too late how?" "I tried to call Dr. Love and Lady J but I couldn't reach either of them, so I called a contact I had at the asylum. There was a riot, Jones escaped and now the asylum is occupied by Greyline." The conversation pauses as Father Milton and Felicity finally get to the priest's faded blue Buick Century Wagon and enters it. "If Creeg knows about what we did, our lives are in danger." Felicity resumes. "I'm well aware of that." Father Milton replies. "But we can't be sure if Creeg knows." "If he has Lady J and Dr. Love, it's a good bet that he does know." "We need to salvage this as soon as possible. We'll have to bring Phyrestone in on this." "That satanic creep?" "Desperate times call for desperate measures, Sister." Father Milton starts the car. "And if you haven't caught on already, we are very, very desperate." * * * * Lady J massages the back of her neck as straighten her back after being in the cramp trunk she was forced to share with Moth. She scans the surroundings of derelict cars of the scrapyard with only Orpheus for company. "Do you take your women here or just the ones you interrogate?" Lady J questions. An unamused and nearly irate Orpheus grabs Lady J's arm and pull her close to her. "Where did you take Angel?" Orpheus harshly asks. "Does Boss Creeg have her?" "And why the fuck should I tell you?" Lady J asks. "I have nothing to gain by telling you anything." "Maybe but I've heard you're not in good standing with Creeg anymore." "So, what of it? It still doesn't help you." "Actually, it does. I can just put you back in the trunk until Creeg puts a bounty out on you. Then I can cash in when I give you to him. Maybe he'll even be grateful enough to give me Angel." "You're an idiot if you believe that. Creeg would kill you, keep the cash and keep your girlfriend." "He's most likely to do that but I'll bet he wants you dead more than me." Orpheus pulls Lady J closer to him. "I'm willing to take that bet. Are you?" Orpheus releases Lady J and allows her to back away, glaring at her intensely. "Fine, then." Lady J smiles as she yields. "Truth is I don't know where Angel is. The blond bitch got away from me. Sometime after sending you to the looney bin, I was attacked by the Swan of Death. She got the idea that I was somehow responsible for what happened in Little Tokyo, so she killed my driver and went after me next. I managed to get away but I got separated from your girlfriend. Oh, funny thing I found out about the Swan, it turns out..." "Yeah, I know, there's two of them. That's old news." Orpheus interrupts. "Do you have any idea where she would go to?" "No idea. She's probably on her way back to Lakeside, waiting for you. Hopefully, Creeg hasn't found her yet." "Why does Creeg want Angel for?" "Well, you're heard this story before. A young, naive girl comes to the big city with dreams and apparitions, who one day meets a rich and powerful man and swept up by his money and charm and becomes his girlfriend and moves in the rich man's castle. Now the twist of this story is that the rich man is really into rough sex. The kind that most women can't endure. So the young and naive girl tries to leave but the rich man holds her against her will, determined to make her the fuck bunny he wants her to be." "Like a slave-doll. That's why Creeg sent Angel to the Doll Factory?" "Correct. But when she escaped, Creeg went looking for her." "So, he hired Moth to find her?" Orpheus expresses disbelief. "A bottom-feeding wannabe criminal with no street cred, too stupid to even rob a Comin'/Going store." Lady J was stuck, unable to fabricate Moth's involvement without incriminating herself. "Boss Creeg, the most powerful crime lord in Plutopolis could have the police, Greyline and every crook in the city looking for her but he gave the job to Moth." Orpheus brashly states. "You know what I think really happened?" "Oh, please, do enlighten me." Lady J sarcastically permits. "This conversation was starting to get stale." "You told Creeg that Angel died in the explosion at the asylum, which you needed Dr. Love to help sale the story to him, maybe even show him a burnt corpse and told him it was Angel. The priest and the nun at St. Vincent's are probably in on it as well." Orpheus takes a step to Lady J. "Then in a few months after things settle down, Angel comes back to town and you did everything you could to keep Creeg in the dark. Covering up Moth's crimes, getting the Unholy Riders to go to war with Little Tokyo, hiring the Huntrix to catch me then send me to Kane Hill Asylum. Thanks so much for that, by the way." Lady J glares at Orpheus before lightly clapping her hands. "Bravo, Mr. Jones." Lady J compliments, somewhat sincerely. "I see you have brains as well as balls." "The one thing I haven't figured out is why you hired Moth." "Allow me to clarify then, when that walking eyesore offered to find Angel, I saw an opportunity to have someone search for her while completely under Creeg's radar. It was long shot but it the only option I had. I have to admit, despite Moth's idiotic buffoonery, he did find Angel, no doubt about that." "So why did you want Angel? You wanted her for yourself?" "No, I wanted to help her, protect her. After I took Angel away from Moth and that gruesome gang of his, I was planning to take her to the airport so she could leave the country and start a new life. But when along the way in my limo, she was...very grateful to me and...well, I'm sure you know full well what a passionate creature she is." "You're saying she was with you until the Swans attacked?" "Yes, we were on our way to St. Vincent's when we knew about you being held there. Angel begged me to take you with us so you could leave..." "Enough!" Orpheus yells. "No more fucking lies, Lady J." "Fine, then. Cards on the table." Lady J says. "I decided to do the right thing and now I'm being hunted down because of it and I can tell you with absolute honesty, I don't know where Angel is." Orpheus continues his stern glare at Lady J then takes the motorcycle key from his pocket and tosses it at her feet. "There's a motorcycle at the gate." Orpheus says. "Take it and get the fuck out of here." "You're letting me go?" Lady questions. "You believe me?" "Fuck, no. I don't believe anything you said." Orpheus answers. "But I don't have the time or the patience to find out what you're lying to me about and right now you got a target on your back, so I want you far away from me." "Maybe I should just stick with you and your friends." Lady J bends over to pick up the key. "You seem to know how to get out of trouble." Orpheus swiftly reaches behind him and draws the katana from its scabbard. He rests the blade on his other hand for Lady J to see. "You really don't want that." Orpheus states. "I thought the Swans were the only ones with those ninja swords." Lady J says. "They used to but not anymore." "Wait, did you steal that sword from one of the Swans?" "I stole both swords from both Swans." Orpheus admits with a crooked smile. "petgirl has the other." "How..?" Lady J stops her question and gazes to the key in her hand. "Where did you get the motorcycle?" "I stole it from the Huntrix." Orpheus admits, still with the crooked smile. "I guess I'm not the only one here with a target." Lady J starts to back away. "Goodbye, Mr. Jones. I hope never to see you again." "The feeling's mutual, Lady J." Orpheus replies. Lady J turns to depart but stops for a second before turning her head to Orpheus. "If you going to continue your search for your girlfriend, there's an address I can give you." Lady J gives a sly grin. "1566 Millar Avenue." "What's there?" Orpheus asks. "You'll have to go there to find out." Lady J answers with a subtly snide smile. Orpheus steadies the scabbard to carefully slide the katana back as he watches Lady J walk away until she is out of his sight. He turns around to see SpiderBat firmly standing near with his arms crossed. "Jesus, do you always have to sneak up on everyone?" A startled Orpheus asks. "Sorry." SpiderBat apologizes. "Habit." "Is Moth ready to talk?" Orpheus questions. "He will when he wakes up." SpiderBat answers. "Why do you think Lady J gave you that address?" "Most likely a trap." Orpheus says. "I don't entirely trust her but if she really doesn't know where Angel is, then that just means Boss Creeg doesn't have her." * * * * The last thing Moth remembered was getting out of the trunk with Lady J in the scrapyard, immediately complaining about co-occupying the limited space with the overbearingly frigid bitch next to him before being silenced by SpiderBat's fist yet again. As he regains consciousness, he finds himself sitting on the driver's seat of a Lincoln Continental with his right hand cuffed to the steering wheel. Moth sticks his head out the window to find the car is surrounded by the thick metal plates of a car crusher. "Oh, fuck no." Moth panics. Moth then spots petgirl standing over the compacting walls holding her new katana in front of her with both hands as she smiles down on him. "Where the fuck is Orpheus?" Moth yells. "Right here, asshole." Moth turns his head and sees Orpheus on the roof of the car holding a crowbar. Moth gets more scarred from the scowl of vengeance from Orpheus. "What do you want?" Moth asks. Orpheus growls with rage as he swings the crowbar at the edge of the roof close to Moth's head, causing him to slip back down in his seat. Orpheus jumps on the hood of the car and drops to his knees to furiously and repeatedly smash at the windshield. Moth covers his face from the flying bits of glass with his free arm. "WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Moth screams, trying not to cry. Orpheus finally stops smashing, leaving Moth and the front seats cover in broken glass. He steadies his breathing to calm down while Moth lowers his arm, looking at the maniac with the crowbar. "You know what I want. What did you do to Magga?" Orpheus demands. "She better be alive and well or you're not getting out of this car alive or the compacted cube of metal and blood it'll become." "Okay okay okay." Moth loudly yields. "She was sold to a pimp, which I had nothing to do with. I wanted to keep that Thai whore but Pin sold her behind my back." "Who did he sale her to?" Orpheus questions. "Fuzzy Dice over at East Rutberg." "Where exaclty in East Rutberg?" "The Pussy Gutter." "You son of a bitch!" Orpheus thrashes the crowbar on the last remaining of the windshield, spraying on Moth. "I'd shove this up your ass sideways if I was certain it would be more painful letting you get crushed." "I told you I didn't sale her. That was Pin's doing." "But you took her, asshole, and you killed his husband, who just happened to be my uncle, did you know that?" "Ah,...no." Moth lies. Orpheus stands up and steps back to the middle of the hood. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the key to Moth's handcuffs and squats down to place on the hood. "So...you're letting me go." Moth asks with a glimmer of hope. "SPIDERBAR, NOW!" Orpheus yells out. The hydraulics comes alive and the metal pressers of the crashers from both sides slowly move to the car. Moth's eyes get wide, full of terror. "If you get the key to the cuffs in time you'll have a chance to get out." Orpheus states. "It's more of a chance than you give to Rembrandt. I hope you survive, Moth, so I can really make you pay." Orpheus leaps to the roof of car and jumps to the top of the slowly incoming presser and out of Moth's sight. Moth desperately reaches from the key with his free hand through the smashed windshield. The key is just a few inches from Moth's fingers. He pushes hard through the discomfort to avoid the crushing death that awaits him if he fails. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 23 "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon." Moth whimpers as the key is still out of his reach. The plates start to press on the car, slowly crushing the frame. Moth pushes through the pain of pressing his chest harder against the steering wheel and the broken glass for a few more precious inches. Suddenly, the hood starts to warp from the pressers. Moth knows the hood will buckle in a few short seconds and could lose the tiny key. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Moth screams before giving himself one last desperate push forward. The tip of his middle finger touches the key. * * * * "You should wait in the car." Father Milton says. Felicity follows the priest down a dark back alley, tying her hair back into a ponytail. She then clutches the coat she wears to stay warm and cover any exposed skin that would show anyone that the coat is the only clothing she has on. "No, I'm coming with you." Felicity objects. "I will not sit and wait in your car that you had to park in some grimy driveway and certainly not at this time of night." "Well, blame Phyrestone." Father Milton replies. "His business doesn't have private parking." The priest and the nun approach a metal door of a building. Father Milton presses the doorbell button twice and waits for someone from the inside to open. "Can we trust Phyrestone?" Felicity questions. "We've trusted him for this long." Father Milton answers. "But what could he possibly do in this situation? Lady J was the only one that kept this whole mess from Creeg and if she's dead, I don't see how anyone can help us." Before the priest could reply, the metal door is finally opened by a black woman with her naturally curled hair close cut and dyed crimson red, wearing a shiny red leather vest, tight leopard print yoga pants and black high heel shoes. "What the fuck you want?" The crimson-haired black woman hostilely asks. "Hello, Monique. How are you?" Father Milton greets. "I ain't Monique anymore. It's Blacq Azz now." Blacq states with attitude. "Blacq with a q and Azz with two z's." "We need to talk Phyrestone right now. It's urgent." Father Milton demands. "The Grand Satanist Phyrestone isn't taking meetings right now." Blacq informs. "We're gonna to be filming in a few minutes." At the end of his patience, Father Milton pushes Blacq aside, forcing himself through the doorway. Felicity hesitates for a second before walking behind the priest to a spacious room with a high ceiling. She passes the studios lights and movie cameras on tripods, showing the place to be a movie studio. Felicity hurries to catch up with Father Milton, passing several movie sets, each one with a bed expect one with a mattress on the floor. "They...they make porn here, don't they?" Felicity asks. "Damn, right, we do." Blacq answers, walking closely behind Felicity. "And because of this, Phyrestone has the money continue his sacred duty to spread the word of our true lord and savior, the almighty Satan." "Blasphemy." Father Milton sneers. "Is he still casting young runaways to star in his filth movies?" "And what's wrong with that?" Blacq playfully asks as she walks up beside Felicity. "Most of them were going to sell their bodies to survive anyway. Here, they earn more cash and get to be part of a family. But I'm sure his dark eminence would have no qualms about filming some of those fine Willowbrook girls you got at that big church of yours." "Are you a...performer?" Felicity asks. "Hell, no. I'm a camera operator and editor. I help bring Phyrestone's ideas to life." Blacq explains as she smiles at Felicity. "What about you, Snow White? You interested in a career in porn?" "I'm a nun." Felicity replies. "Where your nun clothes then?" Blacq asks. "Laundry day? Why don't you show me what's under that coat that's obviously too big for you." Felicity pulls the coat to keep her body covered and looks ahead as Father Milton looks through the sets to find their colleague. She finds the movies set more unsettling as they pass a set with a twin bed with no mattress but has handcuffs on the bar of the headboard next to a wooden rack of different sized wooden paddles. The set after that had a sybian attached to a sawhorse which gave a sudden shiver down Felicity's spine. The next few sets had a stocking, an X-cross and a kiddie pool filled with blood. The final movie set at the end to the studio is wider than the rest with an ornate wooden canopy bed in the center where two girls, both naked in red body paint, dance to Megadeth's Set the world on fire. Near the bed are two matching red old-fashion couches on opposite sides of the set, on couch sits three semi-dressed and semi-conscious girls passing along the hose of a hookah. On the other couch sits a man in his early thirties with short black hair and a surprisingly blacker goatee. His black silk robe is open, exposing the toned muscles of his naked body and the satanic pentagram tattoo across his hairless chest, allowing to have his cock to be sucked by a young girl with pink hair wearing only a Willowbrook Academy blazer kneeling in front of him. Father Milton recognizes the man on the couch to be Grand Satanist Seth Phyrestone, high-priest of the biggest satanic cult in Plutopolis, but as he gets closer to him and the girl performing oral sex, he cannot help but notice the bare bum of the pink-haired girl and the familiar red bruises on her familiar ass. "Cupcake?" Father Milton sternly asks. The pink-haired head over Phyrestone's lap quickly rises and faces the priest that punished her and the nun who covered for her, showing them her face. Cupcake's face. "Oh, shit! Father Milton!" Cupcake jumps to her feet and steps back. "You're here to take me back." "I did not command you to stop, girl!" Phyrestone yells as he stands up, keeping his robe open and faces the priest. "What the hell are you doing here, Father Milton?" "We need to talk..." Father Milton moves close to Phyrestone to speak in his ear. "about a certain blond girl and her very dangerous ex-boyfriend." Phyrestone is silent for a moment, then closes his robe. "Let's talk in my office." Phyrestone says, walking away. Father Milton follows Phyrestone without a word to Felicity or Cupcake. Felicity waits until the priest and the Satanist are at least three sets away before approaching Cupcake, who is still apprehensive. "Cupcake, I was worried about you." Felicity says. "Sister Felicity?" Cupcake questions. "What happened to your clothes?" "Lady J happened." Felicity answers. * * * * Magga gets up from her knees, swallowing as much as she can rid the awful taste of seamen from her mouth. She pulls the top of her tight yellow minidress over her breasts while the repugnant man with the thinning hair and sagging gut in front of her zips up his pants. "I'll give you this, new girl. Not only you got better tits than the rest of the skanks here, but you certainly suck cock better than they too." the repugnant man says. Magga says nothing as she departs, clenching the twenty dollar bill in her hand. Her arm is grabbed by the john, pulling her close. "I just gave you a fucking compliment, you ungrateful whore." The john exclaims. "T...thank you." Magga says. "Maybe if you were friendlier, you'd be giving head at Masquerades instead of this shithole." The ugly john states before turning and walking to an alley. Magga looks around the alley is she forced to work, to live. At the other side, another less than appealing john with his pants around his ankles is fucking another hooker he presses against the wall beside a dumpster. On the other end of the dumpster, another john is getting a blowjob from another hooker. Magga walks down the laneway only to see more of the same kind of degrading sexual activity to be found in the Pussy Gutter. During her time as a sex-slave for Rico Flores, Magga heard of the ominous urban tales of the Pussy Gutter, the final stop for over-the-hill hookers with nowhere else to go and never to be heard from again. She told herself many times she would rather die than let herself live the rest of her life having sex in alleyways for twenty bucks. But after the murder of her husband, followed by her kidnapping and being sold to Fuzzy Dice, Magga is thrown back into her old life of forced prostitution. What shocks her is not her surroundings but how fast she has readjusted herself, which she credit to one reason. Self-preservation. Magga walks to the laneway center to the Pussy Gutter, which serves Fuzzy Dice as a base of operations with collection of folding chairs, cheap metal shelving units for drinks and drugs and a few old wooden large wire spools used for tables to create a makeshift office/lounge area for the pimp and his goons. From brief conversations with some of the hookers and the johns, Magga learned that Fuzzy Dice and his goons took over the Pussy Gutter about a month ago, strong arming the hookers to pay a hefty percentage. The girls in the van that brought her here where were runaways, orphans, foster kids, kidnapped from bus stations and homeless shelters by Fuzzy Dice. After being stripped naked and robbed of whatever possessions or money they had, they are taken to the Pussy Gutter. There, Magga and the girls are pushed out of the van to stand in a line so Fuzzy Dice can look them over while his goons ogle them. The pimp then drops a cardboard box of women's clothes for them to wear. Magga had to fight her way to the box and get whatever dress she could get. Fuzzy Dice talks with one of the young girls Magga knew from the van. An 18-year old svelte girl with long violent hair in a pink half-cut shirt and a red low-cut micro skirt, shaking in fear. Magga is shocked to witness the girl be slapped hard across her face by her pimp, something she witnessed many times but never got used to. "I told you, Violet!" Fuzzy Dice yells. "You don't work and don't make money, I get very displeased about it. "Please, I don't want to do this." Violet cries, leaning against the cinderblock wall as she nurses her bruised eye. "I just want to go home." "You'll want to because I want you to." Fuzzy Dice states. "And this is your home from now on and I'm your daddy." Magga steps in between Fuzzy Dice and Violet, pushes the pimp back. "What the fuck are you doing, whore?" Fuzzy Dice asks. "Get away from her." Maggi yells. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?" Fuzzy Dice angrily asks. "You think you're better than the rest of the whores here? Well, you're not. Whores never get better than other whores. Whores are just whores." "And what are you, you piece of shit?" Magga snaps back, keeping Violet behind her to protect her. "I've known of a lot of pimps in my life but none of them were as pathetic as you, Fuzzy Dice. Shaking down the women who have to work here, taking young girls to have sex for you. Are you taking a percentage of what they make or do you just take all of it?" Fuzzy Dice waits for Trukk and two of his goons to join him. Magga maintain her defiant stance. "I guess I'll have to make an example outta the both of you then." Fuzzy Dice flexes his fingers of his hand and steps to Magga. "Get the hell away from her!" Fuzzy Dice, Magga and everyone else in the laneway turn to watch Orpheus entering the scene with SpiderBat and petgirl to his sides. Orpheus raises his sword, pointing it at Fuzzy Dice. "Back off or I'll mess up that nice coat of yours." Orpheus stops, keeping the katana up. "Orpheus." Magga utters with surprise. "Now who the fuck is this asshole?" Fuzzy Dice asks. "Really? You don't know who I am?" Orpheus faces SpiderBat. "You would think word about me would have spread by now." "I guess he's just not in the loop." SpiderBat replies. "Fine, then." Orpheus turns to the pimp and his goons, lowering the sword. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Orpheus Jones, the gentleman by my side is SpiderBat and the naked girl with me...is with me. Now, I'm taking my friend out of here and the purple-haired girl as well. I respectfully suggest you and your loyal men do not try to stop me." "And you expect me to just let you walk outta here with my assets?" Fuzzy Dice questions. "Honestly, no." Orpheus answers, walking to Magga. "But I thought it'd be right to give you the option to back away. This is something you should do in the next two seconds." Fuzz Dice steps into Orpheus's path, blocking him from Magga. "You're not taking anyone from me." Fuzzy Dice proudly states. "This is my turf. I own the Pussy Gutter. And when you and your friend leave, the girl with the cat ears and the nice tits stays here." "Fuck it." Orpheus utters. A spinning heel kick from Orpheus hits Fuzzy Dice across the jaw, knocking him to the pavement. As the pimp lifts his head from the ground, the hookers started gather to watch from a distance. "TRUKK, KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!" Fuzzy Dice loudly orders. Orpheus looks to Trukk walking to him as the rest of Fuzzy Dice's goon back away. He studies the pimp's enforcer, noticing how his body to be unusually big for someone with a normal-sized head. "I got this one, Orpheus." SpiderBat steps in. "Get the women out of here." "You sure?" Orpheus questions. "Something's not right about this one." "Yeah, evidently he doesn't know about the pain he's about to receive." SpiderBat states. At first thought, Orpheus should take Magga and her new friend out of the Pussy Gutter, but the uncertainty brought on by his instincts causes him to stand his ground as he watches the super-vigilante walk to his adversary. "Orpheus." Magga calls. "Orpheus, that man your friend is about..." "It's cool, Magga." Orpheus assures, keeping his eyes on the fight about to happen. "Just enjoy the show." The second he gets close enough to Trukk, SpiderBat sends a swift sidekick to Trukk's chest. But instead of knocking his opponent to the ground, SpiderBat suddenly feels he just kicked a tank, causing him to fall down with a hurt foot. Trukk still stays without moving an inch from the kick, stepping to his downed enemy to stomp on him. Orpheus dashes to aid his masked friend, raising his katana. SpiderBat rolls himself away from the plunging foot as it hits the pavement with the force of a pile driver. With Trukk distracted, the charging Orpheus slashes downward across Trukk's chest, cutting through his coat. Trukk does not yell in pain as expected but throws his fist at Orpheus, who dodges the punch and cuts the lower side of Trukk's torso. Orpheus dodges another punch with a shoulder roll and moves behind Trukk to give two slashes to his back before Trukk swings his arm at Orpheus, who leaps back to avoid it. "What'd you got underneath your coat?" Orpheus asks, backing away. "Some kind of Kevlar vest?" "You wanta see what I got underneath, ya punk?" Trukk smugly grins. "I'll show ya what I got." Trukk grabs the remains of his coat on his chest and tears it off him. Orpheus and everyone in the laneway are shocked as Trukk reveals his torso to be made of gun metal with servo-motors and piston rods. "You're a cyborg?" A surprised Orpheus asks. "That's right, junior. All machine from the neck down." Trukk boldly states. "Which means I can do this longer than you." "I hate cyborgs." Orpheus utters. * * * * Lady J drives the motorcycle down a laneway, passing through the men entering or leaving. She slows down and stops near a descending stairway of an underground bar. The small neon sign above the stairs reads Fallen Angels in glowing pink. Lady J scans her surroundings as she parks and dismounts the bike. A few men scattered around in small groups, some sickly drunk, some taking a break from the excitement the bar provides. Lady J pulls down her latex skirt over her ass, covered in goosebumps from riding with the skirt up to her waist. She takes the keys and walks to the stairs. Near the stairs, a creepy looking middle-age man sits on a milk crate, suffering from an early hangover. Lady J tosses the key at him. "I'm not the valet, bitch." He says. "Take it." Lady J thumbs at the motorcycle. "It's yours." Wesley Whalen watches Lady J walk down the stairs and enter the sleazy back alley bar, surprised from the incredible change of luck he just had after striking out all night. He takes the key from the ground, pulls himself up and stubbles to his new ride. Wesley zealously paws at the body of the motorcycle, as if he was molesting it. When he hands get to the seat, he bends over and smells it, filling his lungs with the aroma left behind by Lady J. He exhales with a shaky groan before slipping the key in the ignition about to mount the bike for a joyride through Holland Park before stopping at Morning Glory's for an early breakfast. But when he raises his foot over the seat, a hand grab his collar and yanks him off his other foot, falling on a pile of garbage bags. Wesley pushes the bags aside as he get up on his hands and knees to see the Huntrix standing by his motorcycle taking the key. "Sorry, pal. But this is my ride." Huntrix says. "No, it's mine." Wesley whines, getting up. "It was just given to me." "The guy who gave it to you, is he is the bar now?" Huntrix questions. "No guy." Wesley informs. "A broad rode it here and then she gave me the key." "The broad, describe her." "She had red hair, wearing shiny latex clothes...and wasn't wearing any panties." Huntrix guessed when she found her Ducati, she would find Orpheus as well and give him the most painful payback imagined, but since her pursuit of him led the bounty hunter to Lady J, whether it was intentional or not, may have earned Orpheus some forgiveness but not entirely. "Where did she go then?" Huntrix continues. "She went to the bar." Wesley answers. "Now give back the key. The broad gave it to me." "It wasn't hers to begin with and it sure as hell isn't yours." Huntrix states. "Now get the fuck out of my face before I imprint yours on the nearest wall." Huntrix turns her back on Wesley, much to his resentment. Because of his intoxicated state, Wesley becomes certain he could physically overpower the six-foot-one Amazon to reclaim the motorcycle. He stomps to Huntrix about to grab her arm and demand the bike, but before he could act, his head is forced to turn so fast, his neck snaps loudly. Huntrix turns and sees Wesley, now dead and collapsing to the pavement with the Swan of Death behind him. Huntrix steps back as the second Swan appears at her sister's side. All the nearby men immediately ran in fear from the bounty hunter and the two ninjas. "I thought you two were heading back to Little Tokyo." Huntrix says. "We were but then we remembered how you gave up so easily." The first Swan informs. "So we decided to go back to the gym just as you were leaving and stole that car." "How fortunate that you found your motorcycle." The second Swan says. "It is as if you knew where it was going." "I would not credit that to fortune but to...a hidden tracking device." The first Swan suggests. "Something you neglected to tell us." The second Swan states. "Hmmm, must have slipped my mind." Huntrix shrugs. "Anyway, I didn't find Jones but the gentleman lying dead by our feet said Lady J went into the bar behind me." "I hope you are not planning on getting in our way." The first Swan warns. "You two still want to take vengeance on Lady J?" Huntrix questions. "Jones took your swords, remember?" "As you can see, bounty hunter," The first Swan points down at the dead body of Wesley Whalen. "we do not need swords to kill." * * * * Orpheus barely dodges Trukk's punch with another shoulder roll, quickly getting on his feet and put some distance from the cyborg enforcer since the fight has not been going well for him, knowing will eventually tire and Trukk will crush him like a bug, failing in his mission to save Magga and getting SpiderBat killed by Trukk as well. Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 23 With both ends of the laneway blocked off by Fuzzy Dice's men, no one can leave. Fuzzy Dice watches the battle with a big grin, waiting for his loyal enforcer to kill Orpheus in such a gory way it would scare the hookers into submission. The pimp also plans to have Trukk to kill SpiderBat, than Magga and maybe Violet in the same way, not just as a warning to the hookers but to any rivals that may come to muscle in on his turf. Magga and Violet drag SpiderBat to their spot at the wall they huddled at before Orpheus's intervention. With his injured foot, SpiderBat cannot so much as stand let alone fight alongside with Orpheus. With all his skills and all his weapons, nothing prepared him to fight a cyborg. A cyborg. SpiderBat thinks. I never thought I would meet my end like this. petgirl is in no way obvious to the situation with her owner's peril and the possibility of his death. Something she has dreaded since the comic book store. As much as she wants to help Orpheus, her slave-doll conditioning prevents her to act unless commanded to by her master but that same conditioning compels her to see to whatever needs her master has, which in this case is helping Orpheus defeat Trukk. She then wonders of who will be her new master if Orpheus were to die. The slave-doll looks at Fuzzy Dice and finds the thought of him being her new owner very unappealing, as well as nauseating. petgirl feels she has, must, do something she had been thought never to do. Make a choice. * * * * "Getting tired yet, punk." Trukk grins. "Me? I'm just warming up, tomato can." Orpheus boldly states, holding the sword to Trukk. Fuzzy Dice and his goons laugh, knowing of Orpheus's lie to discourage the cyborg, which fails to do. "That sword is only gonna scratch up my plates." Trukk states. "Drop the sword now and I'll make your death quick." "You're the one who should give up and let us go." Orpheus keeps up his pretense of confidence. "I would hate to destroy an impressive work of machinery, even with your face." The sound of running footsteps behind Trukk causes the cyborg to turn to see petgirl rushing to him, drawing her katana from its scabbard. She jumps on a spool, launching herself to a dumpster where she does a forward back roll on the closed lids and leaps off to be over Trukk's head as she plunges the katana down into the little gap between the protective plates of the shoulder of Trukk's mechanical arm. petgirl lands her feet on the cyborg's upward arm and leaps backwards with airborne back somersault and gracefully landing on her feet and hand. The servo-motor and working gears of Trukk's arm loudly grinds against the steel blade, rendering the artificial limb immobile. Trukk grabs the sword impaled in his arm to pull it out but with his mechanically-enhanced strength, he accidently breaks the sword in half. "You're gonna die for that, ya little bitch!" Trukk threatens, turning to confront petgirl and kill her with his stilling-working arm. The enraged Trukk is so focused on petgirl, he does not notice Magga charging at him until she throws a beer bottle at him. The bottle smashes on the side of his bald head, splashing flat beer in his eyes. Trukk forces his eyes open just as Orpheus lunges at him, thrusting his sword up into the critical gap in the cyborg's armor of his other arm, jamming its function. Orpheus pushes the sword deeper, hoping to give him pain Even with his arms stuck, Trukk can still use them to swing at Orpheus. But a small capsule strikes his chest plate and bursts with white smoke. SpiderBat stands on his good foot long enough to throw another of his smoke bomb. The second capsule burst on Trukk's face, blinding him in a veil of smoke. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?!" Trukk yells, swinging his immobile arms to defend himself. "You should have taken my offer." Orpheus jumps on Trukk's back, quickly squatting down with his feet on the metallic shoulders while putting Trukk's head in a headlock. "Now, here's where I get rough." Orpheus exclaims. Orpheus growls as he pushes his legs up with Trukk's head still in his grip. The growl grows loader for the entire Pussy Gutter to hear as Orpheus persists. As the growl become a scream, Trukk starts screaming in unison with Orpheus. Everyone around watches through the clearing smoke with shock and disbelief as Orpheus roughly tears Trukk's human head from his machine body, causing sighs and gasps all around. Orpheus jumps to the ground with the disembodied head as the headless robot body aimlessly wanders like a headless chicken for a few steps before falling on its back. Orpheus stands in the final wisps of the white smoke, holding Trukk's head by the neck module of loose wire and the top half of a metallic spinal column as Trukk continues to scream. "So...who's next?" Orpheus asks. Fuzzy Dice looks around to see if any of his goons will step up for him. But instead of stepping up, he watches all of them running away, retreating in different directions into the alleys or the streets. "Got back here, you traitors!" Fuzzy Dice yells. Fuzzy Dice does another scan to find all his goons and the johns have abandoned him, leaving him with the hookers as they approach him, looking unforgiving and blood thirsty as they carry old pipes, broken bottles, table legs. "What the fuck do you whores think you're doing?" Fuzzy Dice yells. "Nothing has changed here. You still work for me. I still own..." The pimp is struck in the back of his head by Magga with a wooden board, knocking down. "You don't own the Pussy Gutter anymore." Magga states, moving to the pimp. "And you don't own us." "WAIT!!!" Fuzzy Dice get on his knees, holding his hands out to the hookers surrounding him. "Maybe we can make a deal." "You want a deal, asshole?" Violet steps in with a pipe. "Here's a deal, you die and...that's pretty much it." Fuzzy Dice screams as Magga, Violet and the hookers of the Pussy Gutter closes in on him to take their revenge in the most painful way possible. * * * * Cupcake buttons up her blouse to get fully dressed back into her Willowbrook school uniform which she left in the studios dressing room. She sits at the make-up table to put on her tie. In the mirror, she sees Felicity looking through the racks of clothes to find something appropriate to wear. Cupcake gasps as she watches the reflection of Felicity removes the overcoat and reveals her naked body. "Oh, my god." Cupcake blurts. Felicity turns to see Cupcake gazing at her unclothed self in the mirror. The nude nun reactively pulls the coat to cover her breasts. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sister." An embarrassed Cupcake apologizes. "It just took me by surprise, seeing you naked like that." "It's quite all right, Cupcake." Felicity finding the need for modesty pointless, she drapes the coat over one of the racks to remove her chain harness. "It's not the worst thing that has happened to me this night." Cupcake stands up from the chair and walks to Felicity when she notices the crisscrossing lash mark on her back. "Did Lady J do that you?" Cupcake asks. "Sort of, she made me flog myself." Felicity explains. "She was infuriated with me about you freeing Orpheus Jones." "She punished you for what I did? But you had nothing to do that." Cupcake says. "No, but I saw you escaping with Jones and afterwards I tried to cover for you but Lady J knew I was lying." Felicity states as she slips out of the harness. "After she tore off my clothes in front of Father Milton and the girls, she gave me one of her whips and told me to flagellate myself or she would have the girls sent to the Doll Factory." "So...it's my fault this happened to you." Cupcake asks with shame. Felicity turns to face Cupcake who looks away from the nun to avoid staring at her breasts and from guilt. "What happened to me was because of Lady J, not you Cupcake." Felicity assures. "In fact, you getting Jones out of that cellar was the most Christen thing anyone has done in that church in a long time." "I still feel bad." Cupcake says. "But I couldn't go back to St. Vincent's or Willowbrook because than I'd be sent to the Doll Factory." "So, you came to Phyrestone? A known Satanist and pornographer?" Felicity questions. "How do you even know him?" "I meet him through Blacq Azz. A donator told me about her underground porn business. The money was good so I...auditioned. That's how I met Phyrestone." "Oh, good lord. So you...let yourself be filmed having sex with someone? Please tell me it wasn't Phyrestone." "It wasn't. I just did one scene with Lucifera and Beelza." "Was those the two girls painted red and dancing on the bed?" "Yeah, that's them." "And you had sex with them?" "No. I...masturbated in one of the bedroom sets while they watched." After a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, Felicity resets her concerns back to her lack of clothes and checks the clothing rack. "You'll only find cheerleader uniforms there." Cupcake moves to the next rack. "This has suits for business women and lady lawyers." "Nothing for nuns?" Felicity asks. "One, but it's latex." Cupcake grimaces as she answers. "Better than nothing." Felicity sighs before going over the new clothing rack. "So, what are your plans now? Are you joining Phystone's cult?" "Fuck, no." Cupcake answers. "I'm gonna to do the few movies until I can buy a train ticket to Los Angeles. "What's in Los Angeles?" "If all goes well, a career as an actor?" The nude nun lets out a brief snicker before clapping her mouth shut. "That's funny to you?" Cupcake asks. "I'm sorry. It's not want you think." Felicity apologizes and explains. "I was your age when I left home and went to LA to become an actor." "No kidding? Were you in any movies?" Cupcake further asks. "Yes, I did some movies," Felicity answers. "but there were the kind of movies...only men watched." Cupcake's mouth drops. "You were in porn?" "I wasn't a nun all my life." Felicity replies. "I made some very bad choices before entering the convent. I was lured by the need for fame and money, then the drinking started to help me live with what I did. Soon came the drugs when the booze won't enough, which contributed to a vicious circle of sex, alcohol and drugs that turned into a downward spiral that almost killed me. But in that moment of darkness, there was a glimmer of hope that led me to salvation. Soon after, I devoted my life to the service of God." "Whoa. I would never have thought in a million years that you did porn." Cupcake says, processing this new data of the nun. "So what was your porn star name?" "Cupcake, I didn't tell you this just for chit-chat." Felicity state. "I told you because..." "Yeah, I know. You don't want me to make the same mistakes." Cupcake interjects. "And I won't. I won't get into porn, I won't do drugs and I won't drink anything stronger than Long Island ice tea." Cupcake leans in closer to Felicity. "Now about your porn star name, did you use the name of your first pet and the street you grew up?" "No, I didn't go by the name 'Skipper East Arbuckle'." Felicity corrects. "So, what name did you go by?" Cupcake eagerly presses. "Fiona Whitetail." The nun and the schoolgirl look to the open door of the dressing room where Blacq Azz stand with a video camera aimed at them. "Turn that camera off!" Felicity demands, holding up her open palm to block her face from the camera. "I'm right, aren't I?" Blacq asks as she walks further in the room, centering her camera on Felicity. "Fiona Whitetail, star of ''Happy Endings 4', 'Cheerleader Orgy 3', and my personal favorite, 'Soccer Sluts 7'." "Get away from me!" Felicity yells as she grabs her coat to cover herself and hurries pass the obstinate camerawoman to the door. Blacq turns for her camera to record her fleeing, getting a perfect shoot of the nun's bare ass. "Yeah, that's her." Blacq says as she stops recording. "I'd never forget a pretty white ass like that, even if she had her tattoo removed." Blacq looks to Cupcake. "And what about you? I hope you're not getting stage fright too." "No, I'm ready right now if you are." Cupcake affirms. "Great, because I just thought up a fantastic scene for you." Blacq excitedly states. "And I have just the costume for you." * * * * "I told you we need to talk in private." Father Milton states. "So, what is she still doing here?" The priest refers to the skinny naked girl with short black hair kneeling in front of Phyrestone, sucking his cock as the grand Satanist leans back on his gargoyle-themed desk. The girl has her wears only a leather collar, red fishnet stockings and headphones over her ears. Father Milton is fixated on the upside-down cross tattoo taking the girl's entire back but can't help to gaze at the HAIL SATAN tattoo on the right cheek of her ass. The backside of the kneeling girl is the less appalling sight for Father Milton in Phyrestone's garish Satanic-themed office. The desk is wide and custom-made with gargoyles and skulls carved from China wood. The rest of the office is just as decorated with devil-styled posters, paintings and other trinkets on its crimson wall. Behind the desk is a canopy bed similar to the one in the studio except the headboard and footboard are devil-themed with winged demon women as bedposts. "But we are in private." Phyrestone assures. "She has her headphones on. Can't hear a fucking thing. Watch." Phyrestone looks down on the girl. "Hey, Melancholy. Can you hear me? No? So what reason did you have not to kill yourself today? I've always meant to tell you, I find your tits saggy and your ass chunky. When it comes to blow jobs, your mother is better." Phyrestone looks back at the priest. "That's true, by the way. Her mom's an excellent cock-sucker." "Do you remotely understand the gravity of the situation?" Father Milton questions with frustration. "Creeg knows what we did." "Creeg knows what you, Lady J and those other traitors did." Phyrestone clarifies. "I didn't agree to be part of the Kane Hill cover up, I was blackmailed into it by Lady J." "Nevertheless, you are still part of it." Father Milton says. "So what do you want me to do about it?" Phyrestone asks. "Help me and Sister Felicity get out of town." Father Milton informs. Phyrestone laughs. "That's your back-up plan? To leave town?" "Yes, which you should do as well." Father Milton replies. "If Creeg has the girl back, then what does it matter?" Phyrestone questions. "So you are aware of the outcome of all this?" Father Milton steps close to Phyrestone, not minding the kneeling Melancholy. "Of course, I'm aware." Phyrestone snickers as he leans back. "I'm looking forward to it." "You think Creeg will let you live long enough for that? "He might if I make a sacrifice for him." "A sacrifice? Are you planning to kill a goat to get back on Creeg's good side?" "No, not a goat." Phyrestone grins at the priest. "A weasel." Father Milton reacts too late when Phyrestone thrusts a silver ornate dagger into the priest's chest, directly at his heart. In shock, Father Milton stubbles back and collapses on the floor just as Felicity barges in through the door. Immediately, the nun is horrified to see Father Milton dead on the floor with his eyes widely open and the dagger in his chest. For Phyrestone, the killing of the priest was a thrill to add in the excitement of his incoming climax but to watch Felicity's expression of terror pushes him to a tremendous ejaculation in Melancholy's mouth. Felicity turns to run out of the office but Blacq Azz stands in her way, accompanied by five men in black robes, trapping the naked nun. "It's time for Fiona Whitetail to make a comeback." Blacq states with a smile. * * * * Orpheus watches the beaten corpse of Fuzzy Dice being dragged away by several hookers, walking to one of the large spools and places Trukk's head on it, ignoring his hateful stare. "You're fucking dead, punk!" Trukk threatens. "Soon as I get my body back, I'll rip all your limbs off!" "You want me to call AAA for you?" Orpheus flippantly asks. "Or should I drop you off at the toy section of F-ALL-Mart?" Orpheus departs from the cursing head to rejoins with SpiderBat and petgirl at the other side of the laneway. The super-vigilante leans against the wall, nursing his foot while the slave-doll stands near looking down with her hands behind her. "You guys okay?" Orpheus asks. "I'm fine. No bones broken but I can't do much walking for a while." SpiderBat informs. "petgirl is fine too, Orpheus." petgirl adds. "petgirl is also ready to be punished." "Punished?" Orpheus utters. "For what? You just helped me take down a cyborg twice my size." "But petgirl acted without your command." petgirl explains. "petgirl did not want to lose her owner and be owned by Fuzzy Dice. petgirl was selfish. petgirl needs to be punished." "I'm not going to punish you, petgirl, because you've done nothing wrong. If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead." "But petgirl still needs to be punished because petgirl loves her master." petgirl looks up at her master with sad eyes. "You punish petgirl because you love her." Uncertain how to respond, Orpheus looks to SpiderBat on the hope of an utilizable suggestion. "Don't look at me." SpiderBat says. "Okay, fine." Orpheus complies. "Turn around and stick out your ass." petgirl obeys as she rotates her back to Orpheus and bends her torso down to protrude her ass out to him. Orpheus takes a deep breath and gives a fast slap on the slave-doll's ass, then gently massages it. "Let that be a lesson to you." Orpheus states. "Now stand up." "Thank you for punishing petgirl, Orpheus." petgirl faces her master with a smile. "petgirl will be better." "Is this how you thank the people who help you?" Magga ask as she approaches, wearing Fuzzy Dice's coat. "Oh, this you mean?" Orpheus points to petgirl. "I'll explain it on the way." "On the way where?" Magga stops and crosses her arms. "Well, first, out of this shithole. This why I come here, to get you out." Orpheus explains. "And where am I going to go?" Magga bluntly asks. "My husband is dead, my home is burnt to the ground, the Unholy Riders are probably all gone. I have nowhere else to go." "I'm not going to just leave you in the Pussy Gutter." Orpheus says. "I'm in Pussy Gutter because of you." Magga states. Orpheus is stunned by Magga's accusation but feels some degree of responsibly for the devastation of her once domestically bliss life. "Magga, you know I would never intentionally put you and Rembrandt in harm's way..." Orpheus tries to reason. "Orpheus, stop." Magga interrupts. "I know you're not directly responsible for what happened. Rembrandt loved you like a son and I know he would have forgiven you but I can't forgive you, Orpheus. Not yet that is." "Magga, I...I..." "Just go now. Everyone here is grateful for what you and your friends have done, including me. But you should leave to do whatever it is you come to Plutopolis for...and leave me be." Magga says. Burdened with guilt and with nothing to say, Orpheus humbly walks away from Magga and moves to SpiderBat and petgirl. "We're done here." Orpheus says. "Let's go."