Beginnings by
Shatterhead
Javier Arroyo listened to the announcement with extreme annoyance. He had been waiting long enough and had handed over a lot of money. If this was a scam or if he didn’t get what he had came for he was most likely a dead man.
He had been the one to suggest to Paco to take the bounty hunter up on his offer. He was the one who had reached out to his contacts in order to find out if this guy was a good as he said he was. Everything came back smelling like roses. This guy was the real deal. He had heard of him before, everyone had. Now was the time to see if he really could do what he said he could.
A door opened and he walked into a bright room. He took a few steps and the door closed behind him. On the other side of the room were 2 doors. One was the one from the picture that would be used to leave the warehouse, the other he had no idea about. Situated in the middle of the room was what he was here for.
There was an oriental woman laying on her back on a table. Her wrists were chained, pulled taut and spread out above her head so that they were in the shape of a Y. A cord of steel was around her neck holding her in place. The cord ran underneath the table where it ended in a handgrip between her dangling legs. Her legs were free and hanging off of the end of the steel table. Her mask was still on, as well as her gloves and boots. Her costume had been removed. It was everything they had wanted. The order had been filled perfectly.
When Lucious “Lou Lou” Washington entered the room he almost lost his breath. “Damn”, he muttered, “That’s one fine piece of ass.” Standing next to him was Hugo Lorenzi. “Shit, we’re gonna have a good time tonight.”
In the middle of the room that 2 separate mobs had paid $500,000 for hung a blonde tanned goddess by her arms. Each wrist was attached to a chain that hung from a steel beam in the ceiling. All of her clothing was still on. The points of her yellow boots scraped against the metal of a grate from a water trap imbedded in the middle of the concrete beneath her.
Glancing around the room the two men found the items they had requested. A garden hose was wrapped neatly against the wall and a blowtorch sat next to it.
Lou Lou looked at Hugo and smiled. Hugo reached into his pocket and brought out two of the finest Cuban cigars money could buy and handed one to Lou Lou and lit them up.
“Sometimes our jobs are pretty good, huh Lou Lou.”
“You know it, bro. Maybe this will be the start of a wonderful relationship between us and you guys.” Replied Lou Lou.
“HA, you think Cammaleri and KoKo will ever get together. You can forget that shit ever happening.”
“Yeah, you right, you right. You ready to play with this bitch?”
“I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Let’s get her up.” Answered Hugo
With big smiles on their faces they walked towards their property.
The Cloud pulled a lever and Whisper was lowered to the floor. He then walked over to her and released her from her bondage. He used his foot to roll her onto her back and stood in front of her and admired her. She didn’t have the hottest body of the heroines he had captured tonight, but there was something unbelievably sexy about her. Something that made men want to fuck her. Her ass was incredible, that part of her was certainly perfect but her breasts were a little smaller than average, although they were perky they were not the stuff dreams were made of. It had to be the outfit and the attitude she gave out that drove all the guys nuts. She seemed to be the shy type of girl that went crazy on you when you got into the bedroom. The girl who wanted to hump you until you died. Well, he thought, he’d find out much more about her by the end of the night.
“Wake up my little tramp. Time to take your medicine. C’mon little heroine, time for me to scratch my itch”
Helena Choi was stuck. She had climbed down
into a row of bushes and now her hands were stuck over her head. She pulled
and pulled but could not free her arms no matter how hard she pulled. “How
will I get my hands loose?” she thought. Now all of a sudden she was
having trouble breathing. “A vine must have wrapped itself around my
throat. If I could just get my hands free I
could…….”
Suddenly her eyes flew open…..they darted
back and forth trying to figure out why she couldn’t breathe. She threw
her body back and forth trying to escape whatever was holding her down, but
it was no use. Her thrashing gradually came to a stop as she regained her
senses.
She looked up and realized her arms were
chained at the top of a table and something was holding her neck down. She
could barely pick her head up. All of a sudden a man appeared in front of
her.
“I don’t think you know me senorita,
but I sure know you. You know how much money you caused my crew over de years?
How much? A lot bitch and now I’m here to collect on some of
it.”
With that he cocked his fist and drove it
into her open stomach. “How does that feel bitch! How does it feel!”
He reared back and hit her again.
“OOOOOOF”, exhaled Dragon as the
wind was driven out of her. Now she couldn’t breathe
again.
“Right bitch, breathe now, breathe you
stuck up cunt. We just getting started bitch.”
He unzipped his pants.
Clara Dowd was drowning. She could see the
light above her but she knew she’d never reach it in time. She knew
her powers were of no use to her in the water, why did she go so deep? If
she could just………..she opened her eyes and realized someone
was shooting water at her and laughing.
“Hey, look who decided to join the party!
Now we can get started.” Said the fat one.
“Bout time man, he must’ve used
some strong shit to knock this one out.”
She knew them. The black one was Lou Lou
Washington. An up and coming member of a street gang named Loyalty. It was
taken over by a Haitian in recent years but somehow Washington had continued
to rise up in the ranks. He was an intimidating figure. He stood about 6’4,
did not have an ounce of fat on him and looked to be chiseled out of stone.
His head was shaved, and she knew he had a huge tattoo of a knife on his
back. She had dealt with him before in the course of her normal life as a
Detective for the Tempo City P.D.
The fat Italian’s name was Hugo Lorenzi.
He was big, but while Lou Lou was chiseled from stone Hugo was made from
pizza. He probably weighed 330 pounds and stood about 5’10. He had black
slicked back hair and was 37 years old. While he looked soft on the outside
his inside was made of steel. He was one of Don Cammaleri’s most notorious
strong arms.
“Where should we start, Hugo?”
asked Lou Lou
“Well, let’s chat a little first,
right. I’m sure she would like some foreplay before we get to the main
event.”
“Yeah, you right about that, but I
don’t know how long I can make it before I get me
some.”
Lightning had to stall and come up with a
way out of this or at least give one of the other ladies a chance to
escape.
“Is this how you guys get women. You
can’t get one the normal way so you have to chain them up and rape them.
Pathetic.”
Hugo spoke, “Check her out, she can
speak even when she not up in the air frying people. Not so tough now Lightning.
Not so easy to be stuck with us normal people down here. You’re a coward
lady. You killed one of my best friends, fried him and gave him a heart attack.
Now you’re gonna pay for everything you did.”
She knew who he was talking about. The guy
had been an assassin.
“He was a criminal. He had killed many.
The likes of you scum can’t take it when one of your own suffers. You
can give out pain but can’t take it. Nothing but
bullies.”
Hugo looked over at Lou Lou. “ Do me
a favor kid, turn that hose on her for another minute.”
When she was soaked again Hugo stood behind
her and said to Lou Lou “ You ready, take your cue from me. When I swing
and you hear me connect that’s your signal to let it rip. You got
me.”
“I got it Hugo, you into some sick shit
huh.”
“Yeah, I want her to feel what it’s
like to be one of the regular people. To know what’s its like to feel
pain.”
Lightning’s eyes stayed open as she
readied for the first blow. Her costume was soaking wet. Her nipples were
sticking out and hardened from the cold
water.
Hugo brought the belt down towards her backside
with everything he had. When he heard it connect Lou Lou swung his wet leather
belt towards her breasts.
Polly Wagner’s green eyes opened wide
but she couldn’t see anything. Her head was pounding and her eyes were
having trouble focusing. Apparently when she had attacked she had crashed
into a wall and then was dumped through a trap door into this…..well,
she wasn’t sure where she was.
“Am I outside?” she thought. She
felt like she was lying on a bed of nails.
All of a sudden she realized that she was
in pain. It felt like her back and behind were on fire. Like she had suffered
a bunch of small stab wounds. She tried to move and wound up sliding down
what seemed to be a small hill of thick sticks.
“Ow, damn it. Where the hell am I?”
She reached behind her to see if she could feel anything and felt her back.
Her costume had been pretty much shredded. There were tears all over the
back and a couple in the front as well. She now also noticed her right butt
cheek was throbbing. She reached her hand back to her painful cheek and felt
a large stick protruding out of it. She winced when she felt it. It had impaled
her cheek by about two inches. She would have to get it
out.
“Here goes nothing.” she thought
and yanked the piece out. “Arrggh. Crap that
hurt”
Her costume had been ripped back there and
her whole right cheek was exposed.
She felt the spot where she had been hurt
and brought her hand to her lips. “Yeah, blood. I’ll have to do
something about that.” She muttered to herself.
She slid her hand under her costume and felt
her thong panties. She yanked and managed to rip them off. The silk fabric
wouldn’t do much to stem the bleeding but it was better than nothing.
She tried to apply pressure to the wound and while she stood there using
her panties as a bandage she tried to get her bearings.
She seemed to be in a basement or even a
cave. There was a minimum of light, and it was hard to make out the walls.
“Ok” she thought, she would have no problem using her power here.
It was perfect conditions for her ability.
She looked at her panties; the blood seemed
to be slowing down a little bit, probably due to her healing abilities. She
tossed her blood stained thong on the pile she was on when she woke up. She
scanned the room again. It seemed wet here she thought, yeah there was dampness.
Now she was able to notice a few more details as her vision got accustomed
to the darkness.
She noticed a kind of glow coming from where
she had slid down.
“Strange
place. Where the hell am I?” She walked back towards the pile and examined
it. Suddenly her green eyes flew wide as it dawned on her just exactly what
she was seeing.
She was standing in front of a pile of what
looked like white branches at first glance. Midnight’s mouth gaped open
when she realized that it wasn’t branches she had been laying on –it
was bones.
“Oh God, get me out of this place”,
she thought. Just then she noticed what sounded like a banging noise coming
from what seemed to be a hall and then a noise that chilled her to her core.
“RRRRRRRRRAAAAA”
Something was coming down the hall at a fast
pace. Something she didn’t want to meet.
Midnight ran about 6 steps and leapt towards
the nearest wall just as something bounded into the chamber. She put her
hand to her mouth as she tried to keep from gasping as she got a look at
what had been responsible for the mound of bones. She blended into the darkness
and tried to keep her self as quiet as possible.
The thing that had entered the room was huge.
It seemed to be on all fours and had what looked to be the head of a bizarre
dog. From where she was it looked to have 2 large fangs and many other sharp
teeth in it’s open mouth. It was scanning the room and drooling as it
looked around for its prey. It’s eyes were glowing red in the darkness
and Midnight felt they were burning through her soul when they passed over
her. She felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest it was
beating so hard. She had never been more frightened in her 24
years.
“Calm down and get it together. Take
it easy or you’re done for.” She tried to calm
herself.
Very slowly she looked to her right and realized
that she was right next to a corridor and that her best move was probably
to try to slip down it and try to get to safety.
Suddenly the thing rose up on it’s hind
legs and stood like a man.
“What the hell is that thing!”
Midnight thought.
Now she could see it for what it was. It
looked to be some kind of cross between a man and either a wolf or a dog.
The thing she related it to was a werewolf. It was tremendous in size. The
thing stood about 7’0 tall and was a mass of muscle and covered in black
or brown hair. It began to sniff the air.
“Ok, time for me to go.” Midnight
began to slide towards the corridor when she noticed the beast move towards
the pile of bones. It was leaning over the pile when one of its long arms
reached forward and grabbed something. It brought the thing it had grabbed
to its nose and inhaled deeply. All of a sudden it’s head snapped in
the Midnight’s direction. Once again she felt a fear deep down inside
as the animal seemed to lock on her position. She looked at the things hand
and what she saw chilled her. It was her blood stained thong.
“OH GOD, IT HAS MY
SCENT!!!!”
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