Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 21 – Playthings – Part 2 of 2
Cars! Carol sat at the end of the block and stared
at the building further down the street.
It was one of the buildings that Wu Enterprises had found that was owned
by Beastman. One of seven they had
found, so far. The building in front of
her, like his other one, looked old and run-down. Beastman had money. Why didn’t he invest in better properties? And like his other building she had been to,
it wasn’t exactly in the best area of town.
As she watched, she saw the front
door open and a large black man dragged a woman out. Hooker.
Obviously. The woman struggled
against the much bigger man. She watched
as she was roughly shoved into the back of one of the cars and the man closed
the car door again. As she watched the
man heading for the driver’s seat, she could just see the woman in the back of
the car. It looked to her like the woman
was trying to get out. Carol figured
that the car was set up so that the back doors could only be opened from the
outside. The woman was trapped in
there.
As the car drove right past her,
Carol noted that the woman was still trying to escape…and that she wasn’t having
any luck. Carol felt a bit of remorse
for the woman. But the truth was, she
knew that many of the women who were prostitutes had actually chosen that life
just so they could survive. Others, many
others, hadn’t chosen the life. They
were forced into it. But the woman and
her problems weren’t Carol’s problem.
Carol’s problem now was that she needed to find Brandy. And her only clue so far, was the knockout
gas that pointed to Beastman.
She drove around the block, taking
everything in. She drove around several
blocks in all directions, noting everything she could. Getting the entire lay of the area. She finally parked her bike on the side of
the road, a block from Beastman’s building.
She removed her helmet and got off
the bike. She removed the gun and the
silencer from their pockets on her right hip and attached the silencer. It was time now to start doing what she did
best. Killing. She had one plan and only one plan. Kill until she got the answers she
needed. And then keep killing until she
found Brandy. Hopefully alive.
Boldly, she opened the front door
to the building. She shot the first man
she saw as she walked inside. She shot
the second and the third too. In less
than ten seconds, she had killed the first three. Since her gun was silenced, it did nothing
more than make a brief spitting sound, alerting no one else that she was there.
She ducked into the first room she
came to and closed the door behind her.
There were two men there. She
shot the first one she saw. She held her
gun on the second. “Where’s Beastman?”
she demanded. She watched as the guy
slowly raised his hands in the air.
“Where’s Beastman?” she demanded more forcefully.
“I…I don’t know.”
She shot him dead. She turned back to the door and
listened. Hearing nothing, she opened
it. The only people she saw were the men
lying on the floor. The ones she had
killed when she entered the building.
She continued to the next door and opened it. There were five men in there. She pointed her gun at one of them. “Where’s Beastman?” she demanded. When she got no answer, she pulled the
trigger, killing him. She turned the gun
on the next. “Where’s Beastman!”
“I…don’t know!” the man
replied. “I don’t think anyone does.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know where he is. How would I.
He doesn’t hardly ever come here.
I’ve only met him once. And I’ve
only seen him a few times.”
“Useless!” Carol declared and she
pulled the trigger, killing him as well.
She turned the gun on another one.
“How about you? How about any of
you? Is there anyone in here who has the
slightest clue where I can find him?”
She watched their faces and saw too many unknowing looks. Damn!
“If you don’t know where he is, then who would? Someone has to know where I can find
him.” She waited, but there was still no
answer. “Do I just kill you all? Or is there at least one of you that’s worth
keeping alive until I get my answers?”
She waited a moment, but she still got no reply. “Useless!” she said again. She pulled the trigger and shot the man she
had been aiming at.
She moved the gun to the next and
was just about to kill him when he said, “Wait!”
“Is there a reason why I shouldn’t
kill you?” she asked.
“I don’t know where Beastman is,”
the man said. “We just handle the girls
here. But if anyone here knows, it would
be Rolland.”
“Rolland? Where is he?”
“If I tell you, will you let us
live?”
Carol considered it, and lied. “Yes!
I just want Beastman.”
“Upstairs,” the man replied
quickly. “Top floor.”
Carol moved her gun toward the last man in the room and shot him
dead. She turned her gun back on the one
who had talked. “Take me to him.”
With the gun trained on the back of
his head, she followed the man out of the room.
Her eyes continually swept the area around them as the man headed for a
staircase. As they started climbing, she
noticed another man coming down. She saw
the man stop with alarm when he noticed the gun in her hand. He didn’t even get a chance to yell as a
bullet found its way directly into his forehead. He tumbled down half a dozen steps before his
body stopped. “Keep going!” Brandy
ordered the man in front of her. They
had to step carefully over the lifeless body blocking the stairs.
“You keep your girls here?” she
asked the man quietly as they continued up.
“Yes. Some of them.
You gonna let them all go free?”
“I’m not interested in them. I’m only interested in one particular one.”
“Who?” the man asked.
“Her name is Brandy. She was wearing a riding suit like mine and a
red mask when she got taken. Have you
heard anything about her?”
“Taken?” the man asked.
“Abducted. Captured.
Kidnapped! What did you think I
meant?”
“No,” the man replied. “I haven’t heard anything.”
“Shit! Keep going,” Carol told him.
The stairs ended at the fourth
floor. She followed him down a hallway
and to a closed door. “Is this where
Rolland is?”
“It’s his office,” the man replied.
Before he could move, she hit him
over the head with her gun, knocking him out.
She stepped over his unconscious body and opened the door. She saw a man sitting at a desk, talking on
his cellphone. She literally shot the
phone out of his hand, putting a hole in his hand and shattering his phone. “Where’s Beastman!” she demanded as the man
went crazy holding his hand in pain.
“Where’s Beastman!” she had to demand again louder as she now aimed the
gun at his head.
“What do you want?” the man asked,
instead of answering.
Carol couldn’t believe it. “Where’s Beastman?” she yelled.
“How the hell should I know?” the
man replied.
“Are you Rolland?”
“What of it?”
“One of your men said you might be
the only one here who would know.”
“Well I don’t!”
“How about my friend Brandy, the
one everyone calls Retribution?” The man
stopped squirming at his pain and held still for a brief moment. Carol saw immediately that he recognized that
name. She should have known better than
to use Brandy’s real name before.
“The one that took all those
pictures of him and posted them on the internet?”
“That’s the one,” Carol confirmed.
“I heard Beastman got real pissed
about that. Last I heard, he was in the
hospital. I heard the damn woman
fractured his skull.”
“He’s in the hospital?”
“He was. I don’t know if he still is or not. They don’t tell me those things.”
“But you knew about the pictures.”
“Everyone did. Beastman put out the word to everyone that he
wanted that bitch captured alive.”
The word alive meant everything to
Carol. “And did you hear if they did
capture her?”
“I ain’t heard nothin’. Nothin’ at all! It’s amazing we heard what we did.”
“So you don’t know where she is,
and you don’t know where Beastman is either.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Do you have any idea about likely
places either of them might be?”
The man shook his head. “Not a clue.”
“Shit!” Carols swore. “Useless.”
She would have just killed the man, but she had promised to find a play
toy for her mother. And so far, this man
was probably the most knowledgeable guy in the building. She crossed the room quickly and went around
behind his desk where he was. She
quickly kicked him in the balls. As his
body bent in pain, her fist lashed out, knocking him out cold. She pulled a large cable tie from a pocket
and fastened his hands behind his back.
She pulled out her phone and a few moments later talked to Susan. “I’ve got two men for pickup to bring to my
mother.”
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Her hands seemed to be in perpetual
agony from the tightness of the leather.
The leather had tightened enough now that she couldn’t even flex her
wrists, what tiny little bit the leather had allowed before. She had been forced to endure the slow drying
and shrinking for a very long time. She
wasn’t sure if it had broken any of the bones in her hands yet, but if it
shrank any more, she had no doubt she’d be faced with that pain as well. Not that it mattered. Her hands, her entire body, had been rendered
totally immobile. Useless to her. She might as well have been made of
cement. Her hands were just another
piece of agonizing pain she had been given that she had no choice but to
endure.
The door opened and fear
automatically went through her. Another
black man entered. His eyes locked on
her as the door closed itself behind him.
Her toes curled tightly in fear.
“There you are,” he said in a soft
but cruel voice. “Sorry I couldn’t be
here to see them finish you up.
Business, you know. Sometimes,
small sacrifices need to be made. But no
worry, I’m here now.”
He walked to her side where she
couldn’t see him anymore. She felt his
hand running softly along her back.
“I must say, Vince’s little
modifications for you are very interesting.
I love the little bucket under you…oh-ho! Look at this,” he said from behind her. “Very pretty.
Very pretty indeed.”
She felt his hand exploring what
they had done to her vagina. His fingers
touching it sent waves of fierce pain that made the normal burning pain seem
like nothing.
“If it was me, I probably would
have left it open,” she heard him say.
“But I have no doubt at all that Vince didn’t want you to be able to
feel any kind of pleasure from your…arrangement.”
Arrangement? Whoever he was, he was going to be dead
too. Just as soon as she could figure
out how to get herself out of this.
Except that right now, that wasn’t looking very likely. She had no idea what he was doing behind her
until he felt his hands on her ass.
No! She grunted in pain as he
shoved his big black unlubricated cock up into her backside. She grunted a second time as he started
pumping it slowly in and out.
“I think I like Vince’s idea for a
permanent decoration in this room. I
think I like it very much. I have no
doubt at all that you’re going to become an absolute inspiration to all
the others we bring in, especially with that pretty little bucket hanging from
your breasts. Of course, all the others
that we bring in don’t get to face out into the room like you do. This isn’t a social club here. Everyone else gets to see nothing but the
wall right in front of them. Still, I
think what little the others will get to see of you will be quite enough
to…inspire them.
“Come to think of it,” he continued
as he kept pumping in and out of her, “I think you’d make a very nice
decoration for a little event I’m holding tonight. Yes, I think you’d be a wonderful little
party favor for my affair. What do you
think?”
Party favor? Decoration?
For the one-millionth time, she struggled against the unyielding metal
bars that held her. For the
one-millionth time, it did her no good at all.
And the bastard was still pumping himself slowly in and out of her rear
end. She wished like anything that she
had teeth in her ass so she could bite his whole cock off when he least
expected it.
“Yes,” he said, “you’re going to be
a very interesting addition to our little training center here. A very interesting and no doubt, a useful
addition as well.”
She kept waiting for him to finish,
but he was still pumping slowly and surely in and out. He didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry at
all. By the time he finally finished and
pulled himself out of her, she was sure an entire hour had gone by. Not that she had any sense of time in that
room. One minute was just like every
other one.
She felt his finger trailing along
her body as he walked past her from behind.
She could finally see him again.
He stopped a few feet from him.
Too close for her to see his head.
“Yes, I think you’re going to be a
very nice addition to our little business here.”
With that, he turned and started to
walk out. He got no further than the
door before he turned and came back to her again. She watched as he pulled open the fly on his
pants and pulled his black cock out again.
No! Before she knew it, he had
stuck the foul thing in her mouth…after it had just come out of her ass. And then she started struggling for all she
was worth as he let his pee loose right in her mouth. She felt like she was drowning as it hit the
back of her throat. She had no choice
but to swallow as much as she could. She
was glad for the pee that ran out of her mouth to fall on the floor. And when he pulled away, it felt like her
mouth was still full of his pee.
Trying to come to grips with this
latest new horror, she watched as he put himself away, then turned and walked
out…and she was left with nothing around her again. She didn’t know what was worse, the
monotonous nothing, or someone else being there. Someone being there was definitely
worse. Much worse!
