Endgame

Written by Mr K

I don’t like violence. Never have. I use limited violence when I have to, but it’s never worse than it has to be. I’m not like Red Devil. Courageous as she is, that girl has some problems. I lamented over having to destroy Gamemaster, she probably would have kept the eyes as key chains. I remember how she waded into a group of six men once, leaving six of the most intricately broken bodies I’d ever seen.

Me, I think violence should be done with the simplicity of a razor. Just that. Simple. Direct. No more than what’s needed.

I left Gamemaster in the dirt and charged them with a tiny splinter of steel that I’d taken off of the twisted metal all around me. A flick of the wrist, and it became a missile that penetrated Vixen’s hand and destroyed her little mind control toy. I was leaping over the barricade, Vixen was screaming, Scylla was going for her whip and Charibdis was conjuring his whirlwind powers. Working together, the two had defeated me before.
With the mind control gone, was at liberty to deal with them as needed. One good energy blast in the face and Scylla’s better half went spasming to the floor. He was the one who lifted me in the air with his spirals of wind after Scylla paralyzed me with her whip. Not this time.

“Kill her!” Vixen howled.

“She destroyed Gamemaster! She tricked me ... she ... kill her!”

Scylla, in her glossy leather and vinyl, lashed at me, her whip making a whoosh as it cleaved the air in front of my face. I dodged back, leaving open space for her to attack and lashed a kick back into Vixen’s jaw. I heard her cry out again and collapse. Scylla was faster than I recalled. She moved quickly, lashing my nipples with her whip. Not just my breasts, but each nipple with one lash. I could hear her giggle below my deafening scream.
The whip was set to sting, and she was going to sting me to death.
Just like the last time we met, she was going to kill me piece by piece.

She lashed between my thighs and the tip of her whip actually touched my clit. I screamed, came and fell to my knees. Earthquakes ripped my body over and over. My breasts shook, the thick muscles in my legs quivered, and she struck again. The whip wrapped once, twice, three times around my neck. With me shaking on the end of her whip, my nipples hard and my cunt swollen and dripping, Scylla paced up to me.

“You know, Vixen wanted to use you in a fertility experiment with Gamemaster, but the last test that she did ... that’s while you were out like a light ... showed her that his boys just don’t swim. That’s why she was willing to let him kill you. And, of course, you killed him. So, here I am killing you because, you see....”

It got old fast. Scylla talks too damn much. I gripped the whip. I forced a power surge that traveled up the whip and sent her flying, screaming and sailing back across her mate’s body. Just like the last time it ended with her stretched out with him, me totally battered, a few dead bodies, a few unconscious people, and questions to be pondered.
What was the deal with the blood?

I floated up to remove Alley Kat from her chains. I knew I had only a few minutes before blacking out. I’d have to get us out of this mess and answer questions later.