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.”
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