Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 7 – A Monster Situation – Part 1 of 2
The taxi dropped them off in front
of the address Brandy had found on the list.
Not Morrow’s usual office. “A
message parlor?” Carol asked. Looking at
the seedy looking place outside the city limits.
“The list says he’s supposed to be
here.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” Carol
replied as she headed for the door.
“Hang on a second,” Brandy stopped
her. She reached into her bag and pulled
out a black cloth mask that she pulled over her head. “Geovelli knew me from when he came out to
see my Uncle Vinny a few times. Morrow’s
never met me. I’d rather keep it that
way.”
“Do all your masks match whatever
hair color you’ve got?”
“Some. Not always.
It depends on my mood.”
“Do they ever get in your way?”
“No. You get used to them. I prefer the anonymity whenever possible. Don’t you ever worry about things like that?”
“Most of the people who meet me and
find out what I do, don’t live to tell anyone else.”
“So they call you Death.”
“Not my idea. I have no idea where that started.”
“I don’t always get to kill
them. More often, they want me to punish
someone instead.”
“Retribution,” Carol noted. “Whose idea was the name?”
“It wasn’t meant to be a
nickname. I told a few victims I was
there for retribution for what they had done.
I guess the name stuck.”
“You’re very good at it, by the way”
Carol replied. “I loved watching you
nail the guy’s tongue to that wooden pallet.”
“Thanks! I try.
It’s one of my favorite things for people who talk too much. Ready to go in?”
Carol smiled. “In that black mask, you look like bat girl,”
Carol told her as she pulled open the door.
“I can live with that,” Brandy
replied.
For a place that was supposed to be
a massage parlor, it didn’t look like anything either of them were
expecting. Inside, they found themselves
in an office where a man was sitting on top of his desk, fondling a woman. “We’re closed! Beat it!” the man said without looking at
them.
“We’re here to see Johnny Morrow,”
Brandy told him.
“Nobody else is here,” the guy
said. He turned his head and noted the
mask Brandy was wearing. “What is this
Halloween? Take a hike! Both of you!”
“Is Johnny here?” Brandy asked
again, getting perturbed as she walked over to the two.
“Nobody’s here!” the guy replied
forcefully.
“Get lost!” the woman added nastily.
Brandy’s fist launched out quickly,
catching the woman square in the face.
Her leg kicked up a fraction of a second later, hitting the man’s chin
and sending him backwards over top of the desk.
“Nice kick,” Carol told her. “Did you study in Japan?”
“Yeah. Uncle Vinny worries too much about me. He sent me over there for a whole year, just
to improve my martial arts when I couldn’t find anyone else to train me over
here.” She bent over the woman. “Can you give me a hand?”
“What are you doing?”
Brandy smiled at her. “Retribution…for being so snotty with me.”
“Retribution? Absolutely, I’ll help. As if I wouldn’t have anyway. What do you need?”
“Get his clothes off him, I need
them here. Then see if you can find
something we can tie them up with.”
While Brandy stripped the woman,
Carol began stripping the man. The gun
she took off him she stuck in the bottom desk drawer where he most likely would
never find it. Then she went in search
of something to tie them up with.
“What?” the woman said groggily as
she started waking up.
“Just relax Babe,” Brandy told
her. “I’m just finishing getting your
clothes off you, so hold still or I’ll pop you again.” She cocked her fist and held it in front of
the woman’s face.
“No!” she exclaimed.
“Good! Behave!”
Brandy removed her bra and her panties.
She was naked. “How are you
coming over there,” she asked Carol. I
need his clothes now.”
“Just finishing,” Carol told
her. She threw over what she had already
removed. A minute later, she threw over
the rest. “He’s still out for the
count,” she told Brandy as she got up to find something to bind them with.”
“Can you do this yourself?” Carol
asked the woman. “Put his clothes
on? All of them?” she raised her fist again in front of her
face.
“Yeah, sure,” the woman
replied. “What are you doing?”
“Getting the two of you dressed
again.”
“So you want him wearing…”
“You got it.”
The woman giggled.”
Brandy figured she’d have no more trouble
with the woman and went to the other side of the desk to start working on the
man.
“Who are you?” the woman asked as
she finished dressing.
“Nobody you ever want to meet
again,” Carol answered instead of Brandy as she came back into the room. “I found a couple of extension cords,” she
told Brandy. “We can cut them up to
whatever size you need.”
“Perfect,” Brandy replied as she
finished fastening the bra on the guy.
He started stirring. Waking
up. He woke up fully as she was sitting
on his stomach trying to pull the stockings up his legs. Her elbow went back quickly into his chin and
he was out again. Five minutes later,
she was struggling to get the too small shoes onto his too big feet. Perseverance won out, although she thought
she might have heard a bone or two cracking in his toes. The woman, now wearing his clothes, was
giggling almost continually.
“Okay Babe,” Brandy said to her as
she stood up. “I want you sitting in his
chair.”
The woman stepped over and sat
down. She didn’t seem to show any fear
anymore. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” Brandy told her. “Just stay like that.” She picked the guy up and he started stirring
again. She stood him up and brought her
fist up into his chin, knocking him to the floor and out again. When she picked him up this time, he was as
limp as a rag. “Now hold still,” she
told the woman. She draped the guy’s
body over top of the woman, then she spread his legs, so he appeared to be
straddling her.
“Death, dear, I’m going to need a
little bit of that cord. Just enough to
tie her wrists together.”
Carol used her knife to cut off a
length of one of the extension cords. “Will
this be enough, Ret, dear?”
Brandy looked up at being called
that. “Perfect!” she said with a smile
as she took the bit of cord. She pulled
the woman’s arms around him and tied her wrists together so that it looked like
she was hugging him.
“One more?” Carol asked.
“Just keep them coming,” Brandy
told her. She pulled the man’s arms
through the arms of the chair and around the back of it. She took another piece of cord from Carol and
tied them there. Now the two of them
looked like they were hugging each other, but his arms were locked behind the
chair. “Kiss him,” she ordered the
woman, as she held the guy’s head in place.
“Don’t stop kissing him.” She
took another piece of cord and tied it around their necks, trying to make it
look like the two of them were kissing.
But while the woman was trying, the guy was unconscious and too
limp. It wasn’t working very well. “Death,” she said, “you’re better at the
bondage stuff than I am. How do we get
them to keep their lips locked together?”
Carol examined the problem. “Fill their mouth,” she said. “Just a sec.
Let me find something. She searched
the desk drawers. “Ah. This might work,” she said as she grabbed a
small pad of paper that was about six inches long. She ripped the cardboard off the back of it
and rolled it into a tight tube. She
pulled back the guy’s head and stuffed the tube into his mouth. “Open wide,” she said to the woman.
“No!” the woman said, frightened by
the sight of it.
Brandy quickly grabbed her by her
hair and pulled. When the woman
screamed, Carol shoved the guy’s head up against hers and the cardboard went
right into her mouth, she started choking and gagging. Carol took some of the cord and tied their
heads tightly together. With the
cardboard aligning their mouths, their lips were kept perfectly together. As the guy started waking up again and
struggling uselessly, Carol used more of the cord to tie them together in
various places.
“There,” that should do it,” Carol
said, sounding satisfied with herself.
To all appearances, especially with them struggling now to get free, it
looked like they were making out together.
“Where did you learn all that?”
Brandy asked as they headed for the stairs.
“I spent three years studying to be
a dominatrix,” Carol told her. “Bondage
has always been one of my biggest loves.”
“You learned well.”
“Up until they figured out that I
have some extreme aggression issues.”
“Hm… Same problem,” Brandy admitted.
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