Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 24 – Death Stalks the Night – Part 1 of 2
Where was Brandy? Ralphie didn’t know it, but that was the
question worrying everyone. He hadn’t
seen her in days now, and every time he tried to phone her, his calls immediately
went to voicemail. He hadn’t seen Miss
Carol either. He hadn’t even heard their
motorcycles. Where were they? And especially, where was Miss Brandy?
He had yet to deliver a single
report to Miss Brandy about the useless information he had managed to pry out
of the hookers and pimps in Las Vegas so far.
Did he still have to work at collecting the information? Did he still have to go out every night in
one of his hooker dresses? He had no
information. No way of knowing.
Where was Brandy?
With no information, he decided to
err on the cautious side and go out once again that night. He knew Miss Brandy far too well. If she was unhappy about something, she had a
way of letting him know about it – painfully, for a very long time. And that didn’t even count whatever new
humiliation she would think up for him.
So, erring on the cautious side was the right thing for him to do. He resigned himself to getting dressed and
ready to go out and go among the hookers, and pimps, and into all the sex clubs
and places he could get into once again.
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How many tears can one person cry
and still never run dry? Brandy still didn’t
know, and she had a feeling it would be a very long time until she did find
out. If ever.
The monotony in the empty room was its
own torture, heightened a thousand times by her inability to move anything but
her toes…that she wiggled less now, only because they were tired. The bucket hanging from her breasts was
heavier than ever. The constant
increasing pulling kept her in absolute agony.
Wasn’t the bucket full yet? It
felt like it. But even if it was, she
had heard those two women mention that they couldn’t empty it until it was
overflowing. When would they be back –
to empty it? It had to be overflowing by
now.
The constant burning pain to the
lips of her vagina was more unending torture.
How long before that would stop…or even let up? She had no way of knowing. It already felt like she had been stuck there
for a year, even though it had probably only been a month so far. In that endlessly unchanging room, unable to
move, there was no time. There was no
anything. Just the endless growing pain
and the even worse agony of being helpless and unable to move anything at all. She might as well have been a statue. Something created out of stone. Or perhaps encased in a block of solid
cement. The results would have been the
same.
The door suddenly opened, and two
men came in. Brandy steeled herself for
more abuse. She was surprised when
neither of the men stopped right in front of her, but they went to each side of
her instead.
“Got the bucket?” one of them asked.
“Yeah,” the other one said.
Brandy suddenly felt the weight of
the bucket pulling on her breasts removed.
The change was painful and agonizing in itself. “Aahh!” she moaned as the agonizing change
quickly became a total relief. “Tank
you,” she managed to moan as her head and entire body seemed to spin at the
relief of suddenly having that torture removed.
She heard the sound of the metal
bucket being placed on the tile floor.
She heard strange metal noises on her left side that she couldn’t figure
out. Then she heard those same metal
noises on her right side.
“Got it?” the one on her left
asked.
“All set,” the other one replied.
Brandy felt their hands on each
side of her, but it felt more like they were grabbing the bars of her
cage. All of a sudden, she was being
lifted into the air, cage and all. They
carried her forward a few feet and set her down on the floor. In her perpetual unmoving state, she now had
a perfect view of the drain in the middle of the floor.
“Get the door for me,” one of the
men said.
She saw the men come past her
again, heading for the door. One of them
was carrying something heavy. Something
made of metal bars. She realized it was
some kind of stand that her cage had been attached to. The other man had the bucket that had been
hanging from her breasts. She watched as
the man with the bucket held the door open and both men left the room – with
the bucket and the stand for her cage.
From the floor of the empty room she
had an even more restricted view than before.
The change was interesting – for a few seconds, but after that, it grew
just as bad. She would gladly stay right
where she was as long as it meant no bucket hanging from her breasts. The relief was wonderful. She just wanted in the worst way to grab her
still stinging breasts with her hands and rub them. Of course, she wanted to grab anything with
her hands. She wanted to move any part
of her body. None of that was
possible. Even on the floor, she was
still just as stuck as she had been. She
just had the relief now of nothing hanging from her pierced and tortured
breasts.
She realized something else. From her new position, it was unlikely that
anyone coming in would be able to use her as easily as they had before. The stand her cage had been on had put her at
the perfect height to make it easier for the men.
She had a bad feeling that her
position on the floor wasn’t going to last.
She had no doubt that eventually that bucket would be back pulling her
breasts off again. What had that one man
said, something about a party decoration?
If that’s what was going on, if she was being moved for his party…. She had an even worse feeling about her
immediate future.
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Carol slowly drove the back streets
of Las Vegas. She had stopped and
experimented a bit with the new helmet she was wearing. The night vision wasn’t nearly as good as some
she had used in the past, but it still gave her better vision in the dark. For it being built into a motorcycle helmet and
not making it bulky or even noticeable, the results were better than she expected.
What she really wanted though was
to try out the built-in radio system that she could use to only talk to someone
else with one of those same helmets. She
wanted desperately to speak to someone over that system…and hear Brandy’s
voice talking back to her.
But first she had to find her. Where was Brandy? She hoped desperately that Brandy was still
alive.
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The door opened and Brandy saw
those same two men enter the tiled room.
Uh-oh. She had no doubt in her
mind that neither of them was there for sex.
Once again, they walked to each side of her and she felt their hands as
they grabbed her cage. And then she was
being lifted and carried toward the door where she was set on the floor again,
but only until one of them could open the door and hold it with his foot, while
her cage was being lifted.
For a moment, her eyes tried to
search all around and see everything she could, but being carried like she was
down a hallway was dizzying enough for her.
Still, only looking straight ahead let her see far more than she had
been able to see before. After spending
so much time in that room, every new sight was like the most wonderful thing
possible for her hungry eyes.
The trip up the stairs was a bit
frightening, but the two men carried her easily. As far as she could tell, she was in some
kind of house, but if it was a house, then it had to be a big one. Very big.
She realized she wasn’t seeing many pictures on the walls. Very few decorations at all. So maybe it wasn’t a house.
She was carried through several
rooms, then down another hallway and into yet another room. A big room.
Most of the rooms she had been carried through had been furnished
nicely, but the decorations on the walls and everywhere else had been
sparse. Maybe it was a home of someone
who was a minimalist. Yet there had
appeared to be more seating than she expected in each of the rooms she had been
through. She had seen only a handful of
people, all of whom had turned their heads to watch as she was carried through,
but she hadn’t noticed a single shocked reaction at seeing her on any of their
faces. What kind of place was this?
She was finally carried into another
room. A very large room. This room was far more decorated than any of
the others had been. She was unable to
turn her head of course, but her peripheral vision showed her large walls of
windows at the far sides of the room.
She got the impression of mountains in the distance but couldn’t clearly
tell that. There were far more people in
this room and her naked state gave her more embarrassment than her
predicament. But like everything else,
there was nothing at all that she could do about it.
She was carried toward the far
wall, toward a rounded niche cut into the wall where an accent table with a
large bouquet of flowers resided…and what she was guessing was the bottom half
of her cage was set right in front of them.
She was set down on the floor again where she could only see the bottom bars
of her cage stand.
“Move those damn flowers and that
table out of there,” she heard a man’s voice say. “Move her into the alcove but make sure
there’s plenty of room for everyone to walk around her.”
She heard nothing said in reply,
but she soon saw the legs of the men as they lifted the table and carried the
thing out of her field of vision. Then
they were back, moving the stand to her cage further back toward the rounded
alcove. Her heart was gripped with fear
again as they came back for her. Once
again, she was lifted. She was carried
toward the rounded wall, turned to the side and set down on the stand. She heard metal noises which she was guessing
were some kind of metal catches that locked the top of the cage to the bottom.
And then the men left her there,
but only for a moment. She suddenly felt
her breasts being pulled down again and she realized that one of them must have
been under her. Realization came
quickly. “Naaa!” she screamed. But the weight of the bucket, still as full
as ever, hit her breasts with a suddenness that nearly made her pass out. She screamed loudly at the sudden fierce pain
and huffed huge breaths in and out for a few moments. She had been rid of the bucket torture for a
few minutes, but now it was back. And it
felt worse than ever.
She was once again stuck in exactly
the same situation. Torturous pain. Unable to move. Totally helpless. She was just in a different place.
From her new location, she could
now see out slightly through the wall of windows on one side. Mountains.
She couldn’t see anything else.
Still, after the boredom of the tile room downstairs, seeing the
mountains meant more to her than anyone could imagine.
There seemed to be a lot of
commotion in the room. People were
walking around. People were
talking. She did her best to distract
herself from the pain by trying to listen to what was being said. What she eventually realized she was hearing
was people setting up for a party. The
few women she saw were either totally naked or wearing extremely short skirts
and high heels…and not much else.
Everyone she could see appeared to be busy. She was busy too. Busy trying to endure the pain from the bucket
hanging from her breasts. Busy trying to
endure the endless agony of being unable to move a single muscle. Busy doing her best not to cry…still.
She noticed the few women that she
was able to see stopping to stare at her.
All with looks of horror on their faces.
None of them dared to pause more than a very brief moment in whatever
tasks they were doing. She felt sorry
for all those women, but not nearly as much as she felt sorry for herself.
And then, amid the background
commotion in the room, she heard a voice.
A voice she recognized from the tile room downstairs. “Vince!
What’s up? You look like you’re
ready to kill again.”
“Fuck you Al,” she heard Vince
Beastman’s nasty reply. “Ten men dead
and two missing. And that damn fuckin’ prick
still claims it wasn’t his mercenaries.”
“Who else could do that?”
“He’s still claiming it was the
other broad. The one without the
mask. The one everyone is calling
Death.”
“The other woman you’ve been
complaining about? The one you’re still
trying to catch?”
“Yeah, that one. Damn her.
At least I got this one. And I
know for a fact how dangerous this one is.
When this one started fighting, the other one just stood back and
watched. She didn’t do nothin’ at all! So the one still out there I’m not as worried
about. But this is the one that put
those pictures of me all over the internet, so I’m more glad to have her.”
“And what about the other one?”
“We’re still looking.”
“Sorry,” Al replied. “But I just don’t see one broad killing that
many of your men.”
“And two others missing as well,”
Vince added.
“Yeah. It just doesn’t add up.”
“No.”
“And you’re sure it’s not the
mercenaries?”
“I’m not sure about that at
all. In fact, I’d put bets it was them. But Mr. Big Shot in Vegas claims it
wasn’t. Not that I’d believe anything
that comes out of his lyin’ mouth! He just
insists it had to be the other broad, and then he goes and starts talking about
the fact that it’s not that broad that he’s so worried about, but her
mother. Get that. Not the one that was running
around causing trouble with this one, but her mother. What’s he so worried about? If her daughter gets hurt, is Mommy going to
come out and kick ass? I don’t think
so!”
Al laughed. “No. I
think someone is screwing with you.”
“As if I don’t know it.”
Their conversation was almost
enough for Brandy to forget for a moment about how much pain she was in. Almost, but not really. Still, she picked up what she could. Foremost, Carol was still out there, and
Carol was trying to find her. Ten men
dead and two others missing. As far as
Brandy could see, she was betting those two missing men went to Carol’s
mother…not that she knew exactly how Carol’s mother could help, but Carol had
seemed to place a lot of faith in what her mother could do.
She picked up several other things
from that conversation as well. She thought
she knew who had hired the mercenaries.
She just had no idea as to why.
And to her, it sounded like whoever had hired the mercenaries, was also
working hand in hand with Vince Beastman.
Unfortunately, her knowledge now was completely useless. She had no way of telling anyone what she
knew. Total frustration! Just like her…entire new life. Find me Carol! Please find me. Soon!
Once again, she strained every
muscle in her body against the bars of her cage, and once again, nothing on her
moved even a fraction of an inch. And
once again, the tears rolled down her cheeks.
And damn did her breasts hurt!
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