Monsters - Chapter 37 – Beast Trap – Part 2 of 2

 

Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

 Chapter 37 – Beast Trap – Part 2 of 2

 The rest of the team wasn’t there yet.  But even though they were coming from places that were closer, at the speed Carol had travelled through the back roads, she was there ahead of them.  Since she had the time, she began scouting the stretch of road carefully, looking for the best place to spring their trap.  It was time to trap and capture – the beast!

 

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Where had Carol gone?  Brandy had asked Natalia, but all the maid had known was that Carol had gone somewhere.  She had no idea where or when she would be back.  Brandy headed down the steps to see if either Susan or perhaps Carol’s mother was in the house.  If they weren’t, then she would wait in the house until one of them returned.  She wasn’t going to step out that door for anything.  Especially not alone.  The house she was in was like a safe shell.  A shell that contained only women.  Well, mostly women.  She wasn’t sure how much she counted Susan’s father, but he was rarely in the house anyway.  She simply felt much safer inside the house than when she went out through the doors, especially through the back door.

She heard talking and found Susan in one of the rooms talking on the phone.  She barely looked into the room before she saw Susan ending the call and starting to make some notes on a pad of paper.  “Excuse me,” Brandy said.  When Susan looked up, Brandy asked.  “Do you know when Carol will be back?”

“Not till much later,” Susan replied.

“Oh.  Where did she go?”

“To take care of…business.”

Brandy wasn’t sure what that meant.  “Okay.  Thanks.”  She turned and left Susan alone.  She sat in one of the parlors at the front of the house for a while.  Not knowing what to do with herself. 

“Ah, Brandy.”

She looked up to see Carol’s mother, Janice, entering the room. 

“Did you have a nice nap dear?”

Brandy wasn’t sure how to answer that.  “It was…okay.”

“Good.  So how are you doing, now that you’re…free.”

How was she doing?  Terrible!  “Okay,” she replied.

Janice looked at her for a moment.  “That’s not what Carol thinks.”

“It’s not?”

“No!”

“What does Carol think?”

“That you’re…afraid.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you went through what I did?”

“I have no doubt in the world that I would.  That was the whole point of Alfonso’s breaking program, to instill permanent fear into the women.”

Brandy looked down.  “Yeah, well, it worked.”

“Brandy,” Janice said.  “Carol is very much against it, I’m afraid, but I could help you, you know.”

“You can?  Why wouldn’t Carol want you to help me?”

“Because it would mean putting you through my process.  And in its own way, my process isn’t exactly gentle.  But in the end, you would be your old self, completely.”

“My old self?”

“Just like you were before you were captured.  In fact, you would have no knowledge at all of ever being captured or of anything that happened to you after that.  Just like you were before.”

“No knowledge?  That sounds great.”

“Then let me help you.”

“But…you said it isn’t a gentle process?”

“No.  I’m afraid not.  It will mean that I will literally put you through hell and take control of your entire mind for a little bit.  But once I have that control, it means I can then erase whatever I like.”

“So, I wouldn’t remember any of it.”

“None.  Like it never happened.”

“And what about my breasts, and my vagina?  What about them?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do anything at all about them, dear.  They’re going to take time and perhaps some further medical treatment.”

“But if I don’t remember what happened, how will I know what happened to me…physically?”

“We’ll have to figure something out.”

“It sounds good, but you said Carol was very much against it?”

“Rather vehement about it.”

Brandy thought for a moment.  “Carol saved me.”

“She loves you.”

“Yes.  That’s the one biggest thing that has helped me so far, knowing that she does love me…and I love her.”

“And you have no idea how happy it makes me that you two have found each other.  Will you let me help you?  Submit to my process?”

Brandy shook her head.  “No.  I appreciate the offer, but no.  I trust Carol.  And if she doesn’t think I should then I won’t.  Besides, knowing just what tiny little bit that I do about what you do, I think that scares me almost as much as what I’ve been through.”

Janice smiled.  “I understand.  And I’m afraid that what I do is quite…frightening.  But it does bring me great pleasure to use that process on every man I can get my hands on.”

“Trust me, I’d like to see you get your hands on a few more men than the ones you have already.”

“Oh?  Like who?”

“Alfonso, for one.  And also Vince Beastman.  There’s a bunch from that breaking house that I don’t know their names that I’d like to see you destroy too.”

“Alfonso, you no longer have to worry about.  I took care of him just a little while ago.  I’m afraid that all his education and brains have been for nothing.  He now, and for the rest of his miserable life, will have the brain of a chicken, and nothing else.  He firmly believes he is a chicken, and he will do everything possible to behave like one from now on.”

Brandy smiled.  “Yeah.  I saw some of them out in the pasture by the barn.”

“Alfonso, is gone.  He’s mind is gone.  Now he’s just another chicken, and that’s all.”

“And how about Beastman?  I wish you could do the same to him.”

“I’m planning on it,” Janice replied.  “Just as soon as Carol brings him back.”

Brandy was horrified.  “Carol went after Beastman?”

“Yes.”

“Oh no!  He’ll kill her.”

“I certainly hope not.  Besides, Carol has lots of extra help from the Wu Enterprise agents.  Knowing Carol, I’m sure they’ll bring him back here later tonight.  And then…it will be my turn.”

“They’re bringing him here?” Brandy said, the fear growing in her over that thought.”

“Yes dear,” Janice replied, seeing the distress growing in Brandy.

Brandy shook her head.  “He’s mean.  He’s dangerous!”

“Yes.  Just the kind of man Carol likes to kill.”

“I’d rather she does kill him than bring him here.”

“That could happen too.  But if not, I’m rather looking forward to finishing my chicken project and turning them all loose somewhere.”

“Turn them loose?”

“Yes.  I just haven’t decided where yet.  Somewhere where they will make the biggest impact.”

 

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The car sat at the side of the road with its hazard lights flashing and the hood open.  It was positioned just past an intersection with another small road.  Just another disabled vehicle along the side of the road.  It was a road that didn’t get much traffic.  There were very few places on the road that led to Alfonso’s breaking house. 

Carol was crouched down in front of the car, invisible to any cars coming from behind it.  The gas mask and goggles of her suit were in place.  One of the Wu agents was crouched down on the side of the car behind her where he also couldn’t be seen by any cars approaching from the rear.  Two more agents were crouched down inside the car where they wouldn’t be seen.  There were two vehicles full of agents parked on the crossroad, waiting.  The trap was ready, and the radio communications had warned them that the beast was approaching. 

Carol could hear the car approaching from behind them now.  She pointed her gun at the road just in front of their car, the barrel of the gun extended by the silencer that was once again screwed into place.

“Yeah, we’re almost there,” Beastman said into his phone, talking with one of his people back in L.A.  He barely noticed the car on the side of the road.  Besides, he wasn’t driving.  The car he was in moved over a bit and slowed down just slightly so it could go around the disabled car.  Suddenly there was a noise and the car lurched to the side.  Only then did Beastman start really looking around.

Carol had shot the front tire out as soon as it got next to her.  As the vehicle continued forward, she shot out the rear tire on that side as well.  She and the other Wu agent hurried around to the back of the car where they wouldn’t be seen.

“Damn it!” the driver of Beastman’s car exclaimed.  Some kid must have put something in the road to take out the tires.  That other car there probably had the same problem.”  It was all he could do to get the car under control enough to get it to the side of the road like the other car was.

The three men with Beastman got out of the car to take a look.  Both tires on the right side of the car were blown.  They could see two more vehicles approaching them.  They moved to the middle of the road and started waving their arms to get the vehicles to stop so they could warn them of the trouble…and to take one of their vehicles.  The vehicles slowed and the three men approached.  As they did, the doors of Carol’s car opened all three agents that had been with her suddenly surrounded Beastman’s men.  The guns in their hands didn’t give the men much of a choice but to do what they wanted.  As the other two vehicles came to a stop, men with guns poured from both of those vehicles as well.  Carol though, headed for the only person remaining in Beastman’s car.  Beastman himself.

“No.  Don’t worry,” Beastman said into his phone, not paying attention to what was happening on the road behind him.  “The guys have got it.  I’m sure we’ll have another car in a minute.”  He was surprised when his car door suddenly opened, and he saw a figure standing there pointing a gun at him.  The figure was obviously a woman, but her head was covered in such a way that he couldn’t see anything at all of her face.  “What the hell do you want?” he asked the figure.

“To see you dead…eventually,” Carol replied.  “Out!”

Beastman hung up his phone and slowly got out of the car, his hands raised just slightly in the air.  He now saw all the men…oriental men…surrounding his own men.  Not good!  But he wasn’t going down without a fight.  He suddenly rushed at the female figure, his large body seeming to make her look that much smaller.  But the moment he got close, it was like she wasn’t there!  He twisted around, but he was too late.

Carol came around behind him.  As she did, she kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to the pavement.  She jumped on him and before he could defend himself delivered a hard punch straight to his face.  A punch that came much faster than he could ever defend.  She moved over top of him and grabbed his head in a choke hold.  “The last time we met, I broke your skull,” she told him as she squeezed, preventing him from breathing properly.

“That was you?  But I captured you!” Beastman said as he tried desperately to dislodge her arm from around his throat.

“No.  You got my friend Retribution.  Now I’ve got her back, along with your friend Alfonso.”

“You’re…Death?”

“That’s right,” she replied as she squeezed harder.

The two of them were surrounded by Wu agents now.  Carol looked up at one of them and nodded.  The man held one of the vials of knockout liquid that he had gotten from one of Beastman’s men.  Another two men held Beastman’s arms out of the way, and he opened the small glass vial right under Beastman’s nose.  In moments, the big man succumbed to one of his own weapons.  Another agent took the glass vial and quickly threw it away since the smell was beginning to affect not only the man who had held it, but a few others as well.

Five minutes later, all four of the men had been well secured and thrown into the back of the two vans.  A minute later, the only vehicle left was the car Beastman had been riding in.  The one with two flat tires.

 

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Should she?  Should she really do it?  What was the worst that could happen?  Should she take Janice up on her offer to…fix her?  According to Janice, she would be just like she was before Beastman had captured her.  She wouldn’t remember any of it at all.  Not remembering any of it sounded like a dream come true just then.  It had all been one never ending nightmare.  She had never, ever been afraid before.  But she was now.  And it was a horrible feeling to know she was that vulnerable. 

Her hands explored her sagging hanging distended breasts through her shirt.  Ugh!  Awful!  If she did let Janice “fix” her, how would they ever explain her breasts and her sore vagina?  Her vagina that would probably always show the scars from what had been done to her.  No.  If she did let Janice wipe her mind, she knew for a fact that the old her would be pretty adamant about getting some acceptable answers.

In the distance, she heard Mr. Wu calling for Susan, his daughter.  She was sitting in one of the rooms at the front of the house.  Susan had been working near the back of the house.  She realized that she was hoping rather hard that Susan’s father would stay in that part of the house and wouldn’t come near her.  She also realized that it was awful to feel that way.  She knew, logically, that she had nothing at all to fear from Susan’s father.  And when her Uncle Vinny and Sammy had been there, she had no reason to be afraid of them either.  But she had been.  And she still was.

Her mind went back to the room in the breaking house.  If they had just given her half a chance to get out of that cage, she would have been more than willing to do absolutely anything.  Anything at all!  She would have gladly become one of the dog pets like they had done with those other women with her.  Gladly!  Anything to get out of that cage and move just one muscle.  It would have been so worth it!  But they hadn’t given her that chance.  All they had given her was a heavy bucket filled with her own pee that forever hung from her breasts.  And look how her breasts were now.  Ugly!  Uncomfortable!  And her vagina was so sore she didn’t want to ever think about sex with Carol again…let alone have some man come for her.  It was hard to admit, but right now, if a man came up to her and demanded that he have sex with her, she would submit to him completely.  She was that afraid.  Afraid?  Terrified!  Would she forever feel that way about every man she saw?

So maybe she should talk to Janice again.  What could he hurt to just talk a bit more about it?  Maybe between the two of them they could find a decent excuse that her tortured brain would accept for the physical things that had happened to her.  It would really be so worth it, if she could just not be afraid anymore.

And then there was Carol.  Carol who loved her.  And Carol who she loved.  But Carol loved the old her.  The fearless her.  The dangerous part of her that she knew didn’t exist anymore, and right now, never would.  Would Carol still love her?  Brandy knew for certain that if she remained this afraid, then Carol wouldn’t love her anymore.  Eventually, soon most likely, Carol would give up on her.  And Brandy couldn’t blame Carol at all if she did.  So having Janice wipe her mind and fix her would be something she would be doing, not just for herself, but for Carol too. 

As far as Brandy could tell, right now, Janice’s offer to wipe the entire experience from her brain sounded like the best thing she could possibly do, no matter how difficult and horrible the process would be.  She would do it gladly…for Carol…and for herself.

So why then, was Carol so against her doing it?

She got up from her chair and left the room to see if Janice was in the house.  She wasn’t going to go outside to look for her.  She also wasn’t going to go anywhere near Mr. Wu if she heard him talking.  If she couldn’t find Janice, she would wait.  She saw one of the maids.  “Do you know where Miss Janice is?” she asked as politely as she could.

The maid smiled.  “I believe she is sitting on the back patio, resting.”

“Thanks,” Brandy replied.  The back patio.  Outside, but not that bad.  She headed in that direction.

Why didn’t Carol want her to do this?