Monsters - Chapter 16 - Don’t Piss Off A Monster – Part 2 of 2

Monsters

By Karen Singer

Chapter 16 - Don’t Piss Off A Monster – Part 2 of 2

Carol held her breath while she went into the building and dragged one of Beastman’s men out to the sidewalk.  She laid him down as she took another breath.  The acrid smell hit her nose and she felt dizzy.  She backed away.  “Watch their clothes!” she warned Brandy.  I just got a whiff of him and nearly passed out!”

Brandy nodded.  “Thanks!  It’s a good thing then that we’re getting rid of all of their clothes!”

Carol made six trips total while Brandy held her breath and stripped each of them naked.  By the time Carol got all of them out, she still saw no sign of any of them waking anytime soon.  But they had all been inside that closed room where the gas still lingered.  No telling how long it would be before they woke up.  She helped Brandy finish stripping them naked.  “Need some rope now?” she asked as Brandy finished with the last of them and then threw all their clothes back into the building.

“Yeah.  Let’s do this.”

Carol grabbed all the rope she had stuffed into one of the saddlebags on her bike and brought it to Brandy, but Brandy told her to keep it.  She pulled one of Beastman’s men over next to him, then she went behind them and sat both of them up into a sitting position.  Tie Vince’s right arm to his left one.  Do their upper arms, elbows, and their wrists.  Better make sure they’re nice and tight.”

“No problem,” Carol replied as she pulled a knife from her boot and cut a length of rope.  Three minutes later, she was tying another of Beastman’s men to his arm on his other side.

As she was finishing, a taxi pulled up and Ralphie got out.  Brandy went to meet him and took the package of adult baby diapers from him.  Ralphie’s eyes were popping out of his head as he stared at the naked bodies on the sidewalk.

Before Ralphie could leave, Brandy studied the men on the sidewalk.  “Ralphie, I think I’m going to need you to do some quick shopping for me.  And I mean real quick!”

“Yes, Miss Brandy.  What do you need?”

“I think…let’s start with baby bibs for each of them.  Big ones.  Seven!  And seven baby bottles, and seven large baby rattles too.  Oh, and maybe you should stop and pick up a roll of clear packing tape too.  And…yeah.  One other thing.  Get seven pacifier gags, the bigger the better.  In fact, if they have any penis shaped ones, get them.  Now go!  Hurry!”

Ralphie got back in the cab.  After the shopping trip she had sent him on when he had first arrived in Vegas, where she sent him to all the adult baby shops in the area, he knew just where to go.  Whoever would have thought he’d be going to buy stuff like that for Miss Brandy?  He was just glad that for once, none of it would be for him.  He was also glad that this time he wasn’t going into one of those shops while wearing one of his little girl outfits.  That had been one very humiliating day!

Ralphie told the driver where he needed to go.  Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, it wasn’t that far from where he was now.  But then stores like that wouldn’t be located in downtown Las Vegas.  Seven bibs.  Seven bottles.  Seven rattles, and seven…penis shaped pacifier gags.  Oh, and he needed to find some packing tape too.  He felt lucky that none of it was going to be used on him…he hoped!

The taxi pulled up in front of the store.  “If you can wait for me, I’d appreciate it,” he told the driver.  “I’m need to get this stuff and go right back where we were as soon as possible.”

The driver agreed to wait and Ralphie hurried into the strange shop.

“Can I help you with anything?” the store owner said to Ralphie as he hurried into the shop.  Even without the little girl outfit, he easily recognized Ralphie.

“If you can help me find some stuff, it would help,” Ralphie told him.  “I’m in a real hurry.”

The list wasn’t that long but there was a lot of everything.  With the manager helping, it took them less than ten minutes, and the manager even threw in a roll of clear packing tape for the large purchase as well.  Ralphie was quickly back in the cab and heading back to Miss Brandy and Miss Carol.  All those naked black men, lying on the sidewalk, completely knocked out.  All of them!

By the time the taxi got back, Brandy and Carol had just finished putting the diapers on the last of Vince’s men.  Brandy got the bag of supplies from Ralphie and sent him back to the hotel.  Then she and Carol started tying the men together by not only their arms, but now that they were all diapered, they started tying their legs to each other as well at their knees and ankles.  Eventually, they had all of them tied together into one complete circle.  They were all comatose, but their sitting bodies supported each other. 

“Uh-oh,” Carol noted.  “We’ve got an audience.”

Brandy looked up and saw what she was guessing were the people who worked in the grocery store, standing on the sidewalk and watching them.

Carol stood up and pulled her gun, but she didn’t aim it at them.  “You got a problem with this?” she asked.

“No.  No!” the man on the street replied quickly.

“You can watch,” Brandy called, but just stay away.  And don’t call anyone till we’re gone!”

Each man got a baby bottle taped into one hand and a rattle taped into their other hand.  By the time they finished putting a bib on each of them, Carol was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to wake up.  “That must have been some strong gas,” she said.  “They’re not showing any signs of waking up, and we’ve done all this to them.”

“It took me out right away,” Brandy agreed.  “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be pretty much like them right now.  But Beastman is still out too.”

“Yeah.  I have no doubt he’s going to need a hospital when he wakes up.”

“If they’re all that bad, it’s going to be a bit difficult to question them.”

“True.  But look at it this way, next time we come back, maybe they’ll talk to us a little more politely.”

“Next time we come back, they’ll try to kill us on sight!”

“True.”

With the baby bibs around each of their necks, it was time to try to question them, but the men were still knocked out.  Carol slapped a few faces of the men that had been gassed, but none of them stirred in the slightest.  Brandy went over to Vince and started slapping his face.  “Wake up!”  He stirred, but barely.  “Wake up!” she said as she slapped his face hard twice more.  She saw his eyes partially open and his head lolled around a bit before his eyes closed once again.  “Definitely a concussion,” she said to Carol, “but I think we can get him awake.”  While Carol came over behind her, she started slapping Vince again and calling for him to wake up.  Finally, she saw his eyes stay open and he looked a little more coherent.

“Uhhh!” Vince groaned at the way his head ached.  He tried to raise his arms to his hurting head, but they felt heavy.  Too heavy.  And he couldn’t hardly move his arms at all.  Someone slapped his arms back down.  He looked up and tried to focus his eyes.  He saw one of the women who had been in the lobby before he threw the gas.  The one with the mask who had been such a demon.  Except what he saw, was two of her.  Just as he was seeing two of everything.  “Uh!” he groaned in pain as his head lolled around.

“Beastman!” Brandy ordered as she slapped his face one more time.  “Tell me something.”

“Uhhh!” Beastman groaned again at the pain.

“Why is it that your organization is almost as small as Lozano’s, but you’ve lost hardly any men?”

“Uhh!” Beastman groaned again.

Brandy slapped his face hard.  “Wake up, damn it!  Now why is it that you’ve lost less men than anyone else?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Vince’s slurred voice replied.

“Are the mercenaries working for you?” Brandy tried.

“Go…hell!” Vince’s slurred voice returned.

“Answer my questions, or I’ll put you in a world of even more pain!”

“Fuck…you,” Vince replied.

Brandy’s arm lashed out and she slapped his face even harder.  “Answer my questions.  Why haven’t you lost more men?”

“Fuck…you!” Beastman’s voice returned, stronger this time.  And so did the look of awareness in his eyes.

Brandy gave him a moment to assess what had been done to him.  His arms tied to two of his men, his legs bound to them as well.  His hands rendered useless by a baby bottle and a rattle taped in his fists, the bib, and of course the diaper.  And, he was sitting out on the sidewalk where there were now even more people watching.  “I’ll kill you,” he threatened.

“Why have you lost less men than any of the other criminal organizations in this city?” Brandy tried again.

“You’re dead!” Beastman replied angrily.

“Are you running the mercenaries?”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“This is getting us a lot of nowhere,” Carol said.

“Yeah,” Brandy agreed.  “If I hadn’t gone to all the trouble to diaper him and put all the other gear on him, I’d filet his penis and make him eat it.  But I think when I’m done with him, he’ll be more than sorry.”

“Now that you’ve done this, are you sure you don’t want to send him to my mother?”

“No.  I’m not quite done with him yet,” Brandy replied. 

She stood back away from the helpless men and pulled out her cellphone.  She started taking picture after picture of them.  She especially photographed Beastman and the angry look on his face.  A minute later, she turned to Carol.  “Okay, let’s gag them all now.” 

She and Carol put the penis gags into each of the men’s mouths.  Brandy reserved the biggest one she could find for Beastman.  He tried to fight her, but he was too helpless.  A moment later, the penis pacifier gag was buckled behind his head and he was rendered silent.  Brandy started taking more pictures of the men, getting closeups of their faces now gagged with the pacifier gags as well.

Finally, Brandy stood in front of Beastman again.  “Are you going to answer my questions, or do I send all these pictures out over the internet?”

Beastman looked angry.  Brandy unbuckled the pacifier gag and removed it from his mouth.  “Do I send the pictures out, or are you going to answer me?”

“Go fuck yourself!” Beastman returned angrily.  “I’ll kill you for this.”

Brandy shook her head and fastened the pacifier gag back into his mouth.  Standing right in front of hime, she started sending the pictures to Johnny Morrow.  As her fingers worked her phone, she said, “I’m sending all these pictures out to all the other bosses in the city.  And I’m asking them to post them to as many social media sites as they can.  Vince, since you were such a total ass, I’ve just ruined your life.  Five minutes from now, I have no doubt that you’re going to be the biggest laughing stock in not only this city, but probably the entire country.”  She looked down at him and smirked.  “You know how these social media pictures can get passed around.”

When she was done sending the pictures to Morrow, she said, “Ready Death?”

“Ready, as ever.”

The crowd that had been watching was even larger now as the two women climbed onto their bikes and pulled their helmets on.  As they revved their engines, Carol noted that none of the people watching were making any move yet to help Beastman or his men.  She would have thought that they would, or at least they would have called for help or backup to stop them.  But nobody had done anything.  She could only guess that all those people weren’t happy having Beastman and his men in their neighborhood.  That thought made her smile as she and Carol headed back towards the hotel.

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Johnny Morrow studied all the pictures that Retribution had sent.  She had asked that he share the pictures with all the other bosses in the city and she wanted all of them to post the pictures to as many social media sites as possible.  Long before Morrow got to the last picture, he knew he was going to do exactly what Retribution wanted.  Beastman had been the biggest thorn in everyone’s backside for some time now.  He was the newest player on the block, and there was never any reasoning with him.  Beastman didn’t care one bit about the way things worked in Las Vegas.

One by one, Morrow started passing on the pictures to every other big boss in the city.  When he was done, he sent them to several of his own men.  He himself didn’t have any social media sites, but some of his men did.  He made sure that they understood that he wanted those pictures passed around. 

When he was done, Morrow had two thoughts on his mind.  Vince Beastman deserved that humiliation, and then some.  And the other thought, it was probably a bad idea to piss off Retribution.  And Morrow had no doubt that Beastman had done just that.  Retribution had just proved her reputation again.

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One other boss stared at each of the pictures.  He too chuckled over the way Vince Beastman had been put in his place.  He chuckled over all the pictures, but there was something troubling about them all as well.

He looked up at the two men who were with him.  “Frank.  I need you to get some pictures of those two broads.  The only place we know where they’re consistently going to be is that hotel, so get your pictures there.  Maybe of them coming out together or something.  Just get good photos of what they look like.”

He turned to the other man.  “And Billy.  You call Colonel Houghton and tell him I’ve got a special assignment for two of his men.  Two dangerous targets that need to be taken out as soon as possible and at the same time.  Give him the address of their hotel and tell him to start scoping it out.  He’ll get pictures of them as soon as Frank has the photos.

Those two broads have been a laugh to have around, but they’re both too dangerous to let go any longer.  They’ve outlived their usefulness.  Take them out!  Both of them.”

Monsters - Chapter 16 - Don’t Piss Off A Monster – Part 1 of 2

Monsters

By Karen Singer

Chapter 16 - Don’t Piss Off A Monster – Part 1 of 2

“Nice shooting this morning,” Brandy told Carol.  “As far as I could tell, Allingham and his buddies never saw you at all.”

“They saw me.  They just didn’t see me shooting.  All they saw was a woman walking with a guy and then kissing him.”

“You shot his hat off his head, twice!  And you kept your gun in your purse the whole time?”

“Sure.  Just the tip of the silencer stuck out.  That’s why he didn’t see me shooting.  The bigger problem was trying to do it with only one eye peeking out from behind that guy’s head while I was kissing him.”

“And you said you didn’t like men.  You’re just trying to make me jealous.”

“You want me to take you back to bed right now and we can discuss that?”

“Yes!  But not right now.  We’ve got to figure out the best way to talk to Beastman’s men.”

“Call your friend Johnny to set it up like you usually do.”

“Yeah.  I was just getting ready to do that.”

Carol sat on Brandy’s bed while she watched Brandy making the phone call.  Brandy was still wearing the red wig, Carol’s red and black riding suit, but no mask anymore.  “I hope he tells us it’ll be later tonight before we can meet Beastman,” Carol said softly.

Brandy hung up the phone.  “He’ll call us right back.  He said he’d try, but with Beastman, nobody seems to have much luck with anything.”

Five minutes later, Carol and Brandy were enjoying a lasting kiss when Brandy’s cellphone rang.  They broke off the kiss and Brandy answered the call.  She soon hung up.  “No dice.  Beastman isn’t interested.”

“Okay.  So do we ignore him?”

“No.  I want to know why his organization is almost as small as the Mexican’s, but both Lozano and Allingham have lost far more men than he has.”

“Good point.”

“Most of the reports we’ve been getting say he usually hangs out in one place.  Let’s go see if we can get in to talk with him if we show up there in person.”

“If jumping your bones while you’re wearing that outfit is out, then I guess I’m game.”

Before either of them could do anything else, the room door opened and Ralphie came in.  “Oh,” Ralphie exclaimed at seeing the two women in the suite.  “You’re still here.”

“We were just leaving,” Brandy replied.  Her face turned to a sly smile.  “But I think that can wait a few minutes.  Did you buy a new dress?”

“Yes, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie replied with a sigh.

“Good!  Go put it on and show us.”  She turned to Carol.  “I hope it’s really trashy.”

“Trashy?  Why?”

“So I can send him down to the street corners to try and pick up men with some of the other prostitutes.”

Five minutes later, Ralphie came out of his bedroom wearing his new dress.  It was another red one, but with thin straps going over his shoulders, a very short skirt with a slit that went nearly up to his crotch, and it was cut low enough to show off some of the fake boobs on his chest.  Carol laughed at how ridiculous he looked.  “He’ll never pick up a man wearing that!” she exclaimed as she laughed.  “All it shows is how much of a fake he is.”

Brandy smiled.  “That’s the idea.”  She turned to Ralphie.  “Go take it off and get dressed again.  Then go out and buy yourself another one.  Same kind.  But make sure it’s very different.”

Ralphie was horrified.  “Another one?”

“Do you want to wear a diaper and one of your little girl dresses while you’re doing it?”

“No, Miss Brandy,” he replied quickly.  “I’ll be glad to wear what I had on before.”

“I thought so,” Brandy replied.  “And I’m sure you already know what I’ll be asking you to do tonight.”

Ralphie wasn’t happy about it, but he already suspected it.  “Yes, Miss Brandy.  I’ll be going out to work with the prostitutes somewhere.  Where?” he asked.

“I don’t know.  But that’s one of the reasons I want you to do it.  I need you to gather information for us.  We’ll talk about that later…after you buy another dress to wear tomorrow night.”

He was going to have to do it tomorrow night too?  Ralphie really hated his life!

Brandy turned to Carol.  “Before we go, do you want your riding suit back, or do you just want to wear mine?”

“Are you kidding?  I’ll wear yours.  Between that red riding suit and your red wig, and later I hope your red mask, I’m looking forward to having my way with you in bed.”

“And what if I decide to have my way with you instead?”

“With the whole outfit on?  Even better.  Are you sure you want to leave now?  You’re already dressed for the part and I’ve got to get out of this stupid dress anyway.”

Brandy grabbed her red mask and pulled it on.  “Put my riding suit on,” she ordered sternly.  “We’re going out now.  But later, you and I will discuss why someone wearing a dress like that should think they can have their way with someone like me.”

Carol grinned from ear to ear.  “You’re sure you don’t want to stay here and discuss it now?”

Brandy took her mask off and threw it at her.  “Get changed.  Let’s get the business out of the way first.”

“Spoil sport!”

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The three-story brick building looked old.  It sat in a neighborhood that neither Carol nor Brandy would ever want to live in.  There was a small elderly grocery shop next door on one side and what looked like a run-down apartment building on the other side.  Alleyways separated the building from the other ones.  The sidewalk in front of the building was lined with flashy cars. 

Carol and Brandy parked their bikes as close to the building as they could get, in front of the grocery store.  “Nice place,” Carol noted sarcastically.  “Ritzy!”

“Yeah, for sure,” Brandy agreed.  “Let’s just hope it doesn’t fall down on us while we’re in there.”

“If it does, Vince could wind up losing as many men as Lozano has already.”

“Yeah.  All without the help of those mercenaries.”

“If I were the mercenaries, I’d plant a bomb in the place and set it to go off at a strategic time.  One bomb and Beastman would probably be wiped out.”

“Come on,” Brandy said.  “Let’s see who’s around.”

They went in through the double glass doors into a large empty lobby area.  They got two steps inside before a black man poked his head through one of the doors off the lobby.  “Hey!  Who the hell are you?”

“You don’t want to know,” Carol replied.  “Where’s Beastman?”

“Get the hell out!”

“That’s not an answer to her question!” Brandy said with more than a touch of irritation in her voice. The man came further out into the lobby, several other black men poked their heads out the door to see what was going on.  “Now will one of you call Beastman and tell him that Death and Retribution are here to see him?”

“Death and Retribution?”  The man broke out laughing.

“Do me a favor,” Brandy said to Carol.  “If I start hitting them, stay out of my way.  I don’t want to worry about hurting you too.”

“No problem,” Carol replied with a small smile.  “They’re all yours.”

“Get lost!” the man said angrily to Brandy.  “That is, unless of course you’re interested in working the streets for us.”

“We’re not prostitutes!” Brandy replied angrily.  “And we’re not leaving until we see Beastman.  Now is he here?”

“Fuck if I’ll tell you anything,” the man said as he moved closer.

“You don’t want to mess with me,” Brandy said, not backing away and her voice clearly showing her irritation. 

“I’ll mess with you, and I’ll take that stupid mask of yours and shove it right up your silly cunt.”

Brandy took another step forward, ready to take him and the rest of them out as well, while Carol stayed where she was, closer to the door.

“Bock!” a stern voice called, stopping everyone.

Another black man stepped through the door.  From the way he seemed to command everything, Carol was guessing it had to be Beastman himself.  She watched as the man came closer to Brandy.  He was big.  Tall.  Muscular.  Just the kind of man Carol would love to pummel into the ground and then bury.

“You two have to be the two stupid broads Morrow said are running around town asking questions.  I told Morrow to keep you away.  And now you turn up here.  I’m not interested in talking to you!  Now get out before I take both of you and turn your bitch asses into girls I can use on the street!”

Brandy didn’t even think.  She never thought.  She just let the rage inside her take over as her body spun and she launched into a spinning kick that landed right against Beastman’s face.  But by the time she landed again, she was already in motion, heading for the rest of Beastman’s men.

Carol stood back and watched as Brandy exploded into the group.  She quickly moved further back against the door to stay out of the way.  This was the first time she had to really see Brandy in action against a group of men.  The first thing she noticed was Brandy’s speed.  Carol knew that she herself was one of only a handful of people in the world who could move and fight at such a speed.  She wasn’t surprised to see that Brandy was another one.  She had suspected as much each time she saw Brandy suddenly punch or kick someone before.  But this time she had more to watch.  Speed often could make all the difference in the world when you went up against an opponent.  Especially for a woman going against a man.

She had noticed it before, but it was even more evident now.  Brandy had a hair-trigger.  Almost anything could set her off and she seemed to have no recourse but to lash out, and lash out quickly.  Carol was smart enough to know that a temper like that could be both an asset and a weakness.  But as far as she was concerned, Brandy’s hair trigger temper that made her so dangerous, was just one of the things about Brandy that seemed to fuel her attraction towards her.

But there was something else she noticed about Brandy’s fighting style.  She fought with a rage like Carol had never seen before.  At times, she almost threw her punches like she was in a barroom brawl, but of course at the speed she was throwing them, they were more than affective.  As she watched Brandy moving through the men, she got the impression that Brandy’s rage was born of frustration over something.  For a rage like that, it was the only conclusion she could reach.

And then she saw Vince the Beast getting back to his feet.  Brandy was finishing up the last of his men ten feet away.  She watched as Vince’s arm went up into the air, and then he brought it down quickly.  Something shattered on the floor and she saw Vince turning and running for the door on the opposite side of the room.  A faint acrid odor reached Carol’s nose and her head suddenly went reeling.  She was in mid-breath, but she forced herself to stop breathing.  Brandy, who had started chasing after Vince, was slumping down to the floor.  Still forcing herself to not breath, Carol ran to her and pulled her out of the lobby and out to the sidewalk.  She set her down up against the side of the building and took a few deep breaths.  She slapped Brandy’s face a few times and called her name, trying to get her to wake up.  She was relieved when Brandy started to come around.  “Come on,” Carol urged.  “Wake up.”

Brandy’s head was spinning.  She felt groggy and sleepy.  She didn’t want to wake up.  She just wanted to sleep.  She closed her eyes again and felt her face being slapped hard.  She opened her eyes at the irritation.

“Wake up!  Take some deep breaths!” Carol ordered.  “You’ve been gassed.”

Gassed?  Brandy wasn’t sure if she cared.  All she wanted was to go back to the weariness that tugged so hard at her.  But she did take a deep breath.

“More!” Carol urged.

Brandy took a few more deep breaths.  Her head cleared a little.  “What happened?”

“You got gassed, by Beastman himself.  I got barely a whiff of it and I nearly passed out.”

“Shit!” Brandy cursed.  “I just want to drop over dead right now.”

“Breathe!  And keep breathing!” Carol replied as she stood up.  “I’ll be right back,” she said.  “Try to wake up while I’m gone.”

“Where you going?” Brandy asked, her words coming out a little slurred.

“Beastman took off as soon as he threw the gas bomb.  I’m going to see if there’s a back door to this place.  I want his head!  Now breathe!  Deeply!  Wake up!” Carol ordered before she took off at a run for the alley leading down the side of the building. 

When she reached the back, Carol found herself in a parking area with a number of cars.  A noise made her look up.  A door was opening one floor up leading out to the fire escape.  Through the metal steps of the fire escape, she got a quick glimpse of Beastman hurrying out the door and down the stairs.  She hid herself under the fire escape and watched as he reached the bottom.  He turned, heading for one of the cars in the parking area.  She hurried up behind him, jumped and grabbed his head while her legs kicked in his knees from behind.  As her legs hit the ground, she used her grip on his head to throw him over her hip as she smashed his head as hard as she could into the pavement.  The huge man was down and out, that fast.  She had to check him though to see if she had killed him.  In her anger, she had thrown him harder than she should have.  He was breathing, but she suspected he would wake up with not only a bad concussion but most likely a fractured skull as well.  Oh well.  She would have been just as happy if he were dead.

Since he was still alive, and knowing that Brandy would probably want to get her claws into him, she dragged his big heavy body all the way down the side of the building and out to the street.

Brandy saw Carol dragging Beastman’s body around the side of the building.  She forced herself to stand up, her head was still spinning somewhat, but it was getting better.  She watched as Carol dropped Vince’s body just short of reaching the doors.  “Is he dead?” she asked.

“No, but not for lack of trying.  I think he’s just got a hard head.  I did probably fracture his skull though.”

“Good!  I want retribution!”

“I kind of figured you would,” Carol replied.  “And if he ever wakes up, I want answers.”

“Yeah.  That would be a good idea too.”

“What do you want to do with him?” Carol asked.  “That gas has to be still in the lobby inside.  Judging by the way it affected you, no telling how it’s going to affect all his men in there.”

“Yeah,” Brandy agreed.  “It’s some powerful stuff.  Fast too!  My head is still spinning.”

“I can arrange for someone to pick Vince up here and take him somewhere where we can interrogate him better.  In fact, my mother is here, I know she’d be more than happy to play with him.  We’d get lots of answers out of him them, and it would all be the guaranteed truth.”

“It sounds good, but after that gas, I want my own revenge instead.”  She looked around.  She saw no one.  She got the impression that there wasn’t much traffic on that street.  She didn’t know if that was because of the type of neighborhood it was, or if it was due more to the fact that Beastman’s headquarters building was there.  Either way she didn’t care.  “Let’s play with him right here,” she decided.

Carol was surprised.  “Out on the sidewalk?”  She looked around.  “Why not?  If you’re game, I’m good with it.  What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know yet.  The last person who threatened to make me one of their prostitutes was Ralphie.”  Her head was settling down now after the gas and she put her brain to work.  “Maybe…” she said after a few moments as she stared down at Beastman’s comatose body.  “I think something humiliating might have a more lasting impact on someone like him than anyone would think.”  She looked at Carol.  “How many of his men are inside?” she asked.

Carol pressed her head against the glass door and counted bodies.  “Six.”

Brandy pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number while she continued to stare at Beastman, her brain was still trying to come up with a picture of what she wanted.  “You still got rope?” she asked Carol as she heard the phone start to ring on the other end.

“Need you ask?” Carol replied.  “Of course.”

“Hello, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie’s voice came over the phone.

“Ralphie!” Brandy replied.  “I need you to bring me seven of the biggest adult diapers you have.  I’ll text you the address to bring them to, but do it fast!  In fact, if you’re still out, then head to the nearest place where you can get some.  You know the kind I want you to buy.  Just get them to me as fast as you can!”

“I was heading back to the hotel now,” Ralphie told her.  “I can get some from the room.”

“Just do it fast Ralphie!  Hurry!”

“Yes, Miss Brandy.”

Brandy hung up her phone and saw the amused look on Carols face.  “What?”

“Nothing,” Carol replied.

“Then get busy.  Start pulling his men out of there while I strip his clothes off.”