Avenging Minerva by Orpha Creed
Chapter 2
Orpha jumped on the expressway and exited at the L.A International Airport. She pulled into long term parking, slipped her wallet and belongings into the trunk and carefully placed the keys on a structural member under the body frame. She then sprinted across the front of the main terminal and down a flight of stairs to the underground tram station. A few minutes later, she was on a tram bound for the inner city.
Having memorized the maps of the old "L.A. Produce District" just south of the stockyards, she headed in the general direction of Cary's address and the location of the "Outer Darkness" group provided to her by Jane Daniels, now with the local L.A. office of the Central Intelligence Agency. As she continued to walk, the population on the sidewalks began to diminish until all that were left were a few homeless sitting in doorways and along the curb. Addresses weren't displayed adequately in the area where she felt the location existed, so she calculated the approximate location.
An old but husky woman stepped out from a door carrying an armload of old tattered clothes and started down the concrete steps toward the sidewalk.
Orpha looked up at the woman and smiled. "I'm looking for my friend who lives in this area, have you seen her lately and do you know where she might be?" Orpha asked as she held out the picture of Cary.
The old woman grimaced at the picture, stained and decayed teeth showing below her herpetic upper lip. She scowled at Orpha and pointed at the next doorway to her left.
Orpha walked to the doorway and tried to turn the knob of the very robust lock assembly. A motion detector clicked over her head and the almost inaudible whurr of a tiny motor caused a camera to move under a molded concrete roof a few feet above the door. A solenoid clacked within the lockset and Orpha was allowed to enter the building. She was drawn toward a room where muffled music and laughter echoed through a closed metal sliding door.
Orpha slid the door to one side and stuck her head inside. "Hi Sweet Cheeks," A large muscular woman greeted as she stared at Orpha wantonly, her flexed, bulging arm muscles extending out of a black imitation leather jacket.
Orpha glanced at the woman, then at seven women sitting in very plush chairs and couches around the room dressed in similar attire. "Hi," she responded timidly. "Got anything good to drink in this place?"
The large woman grabbed Orpha's arm and twisted it to where the inside of her arm was exposed. "No tracks, just who the hell are you baby? I never seen you around here before? Are you a cop?"
"Hell no, I'm just looking for a friend of mine."
"And who might this friend be love?"
"Cary Hemler. Have you seen her lately?"
"Shit babe, nobody looks for Cary unless they're a cop, a big cop!" the woman responded with an evil grin which she exchanged with the other women in the room. "Cary would eat you for breakfast, that is after she fucks you to death!" she bellowed, followed by a deep horselaugh as she exchanged boastful glances with the other women.
"Cary and I get along just fine. Do you know where she might be,?" Orpha asked politely.
"She'll be along. I expect her at any time now. What would you like to drink sweetie?"
"I'll have a vodka rocks with some ice water on the side if that's OK with you."
The big woman nodded and walked behind the bar. She withdrew a bottle of cheap vodka from the freezer and poured it over a glass of ice as she held a second glass under the spigot of a small bar sink. Orpha sensed that the woman was putting something into her drink, which was hidden behind the bar out of her sight but didn't respond.
The woman walked over and set the two glasses on the table in front of Orpha and sat down very close to her. "My name's Val," the big woman announced. "What's yours?"
"Mine's Orpha," she responded with a flirtatious smile.
Orpha exchanged the water and vodka glass in a split second when the woman was distracted momentarily, hoping that the suspected drug was in the glass with the vodka. She sipped the water slowly and occasionally lifted the vodka glass to her lips without drinking, sipping a small sample and drawing the scent of the liquid into her nostrils. She detected a sight scent of an exotic drug called "Excitroclamine" which caused extreme neural dysfunction along with drowsiness and heightened sexual receptiveness.
As time progressed, Orpha began to act tipsy and clumsily spilled the vodka on the floor. "Oops, oh well, its only water!" she slurred as she downed the balance of the remaining drug free glass. Being a doctor, Orpha knew how to fake being drugged with Exitroclamine as she stood and collapsed limply on the floor next to the big woman's feet.
"Woooh! Do I feel crazy," Orpha responded as she continued to fake the affects of the drug. "Mmmm! I do wish that Cary were here to take care of me,"
"I'm right here Orpha," a familiar, husky voice announced from behind Orpha's slightly elevated head as she lay on the floor wreathing and acting stoned.
"Oh hi Cary! I didn't hear you come in."
"Come to visit me sweetie?" Cary asked with an evil tone of voice.
"I came to see if you know where Minerva might be. Have you seen her?"
Cary knelt down on one knee beside Orpha. "Yea, you might say that I seen her. I also fucked her, licked her, beat the shit out of her and..., Well you don't really want to know. If you're real good sweetie, I'll make sure that you join her though." Cary responded as she grinned wickedly at the other women in the room.
Orpha felt a dark depression grip her as she pondered Cary's words and looked deep into Cary's cold, menacing eyes. "What have you done Cary? Have you...!"
Before Orpha could finish her question, Cary scooped her up in her arms as Orpha hung limp with her head dangling back as she continued to fake being drugged. The other women stood and opened a door at the back of a room. They all walked down a hallway in what was once a large warehouse where produce had been stored and sold about 60 years in the past. They entered a room with one large barred window, filthy with dust and cobwebs. Cary placed Orpha on a king sized mattress laying in the center. Near each corner of the mattress, there was an eyebolt fastened to the concrete floor. From each eyebolt, there was a length of chain with shackles at the end. Cary fastened the shackles to Orpha's wrists and ankles, stretching her out across the mattress on her back. Cary and Val knelt down on the mattress beside Orpha and removed a fairly large switchblade from their tight leather pants. Orpha watched as they cut through her clothing, removing everything and throwing them in the corner of the room. When Orpha was naked, they stood up and stared down at Orpha who was continuing to act stoned, wreathing around on the mattress as the chains held her arms and legs outstretched.
"Nice little picnic lunch I prepared here!" Cary said boastfully as she flashed her evil grin at the other women. "I think I'll have a little appetizer right now!"
Orpha watched as Cary and Val removed their own clothes. "Cary, what did you do with Minerva?" she asked shyly. "Please tell me Cary. Val, please tell me."
"Shut up bitch," Cary barked back at Orpha as she strapped a large 9" dildo around her pelvic area. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out you fucking bitch."
"OK honey, then will you tell me what happened to Minerva?"
Cary didn't respond but pounced down on Orpha, inserting the head of the large black dildo in Orphas vagina, now very wet from the sheer excitement of her predicament. Cary pushed forward as Orpha raised her hips to better align and accommodate the large molded plastic penis. Cary pumped it in and out rapidly as Orpha's excitement escalated as the rapacious act being done to her continued.
Orpha stretched her neck as she looked back toward the door, watching the expression on the women's face and eyes as they watched. "Ohhhh Cary, deeper baby, deeper. Pleeeease!" she ordered between her screams of ecstasy.
Cary grasped Orpha's hair, jerking her head toward her. She pressed her mouth over Orpha's, extending her tongue inside Orpha's mouth as she continued to rapidly impale her on the massive dildo, their tummies slapping vulgarly together in rapid succession.
Orpha let herself go over the edge and started into a violent orgasm, screaming and squirming intensively against the mattress while straining against the chain restraints on her arms and legs. When it was over she fell limp and closed her eyes whimpering just enough to display her satisfaction of what had just occurred.
"If I play along, they will eventually tell me the whereabouts and status of Minerva. If I resist, they'll only make it worse and they'll eventually kill me when they tire of me," Orpha thought to herself as she lay motionless, staring longingly at Cary.
Cary removed the dildo and stood straddling Orpha's face, staring straight down at her. Cary slowely lowered her body down until her genitals contacted Orpha's face and mouth. Orpha stared at Cary's eyes through the mass of her black, dense pubic hair. Orpha then slowely extended her tongue, gently touching Cary's clitoris while gently sucking the blood gorged, swollen appendage into her mouth.
Cary moaned with delight. "If you hurt me in any way bitch, I'll cut your throat. Do you understand me?"
Orpha gazed up at Cary and nodded her head in agreement as far as the restriction of Cary's large muscular thighs would permit. "Mmmm Hmmmm!" she replied, muffled by the large, wet mass covering her face and mouth.
As the other women in the room removed their clothes and crawled in close around the spectacle taking place on the mattress, Cary went into a clitoral orgasm, wreathing and moaning with her low frequency voice. "You're good Orpha. Bet you can make me come again if you try!" she bellowed.
As Orpha worked her tongue back towards Cary's gaping vagina, she felt a tongue from one of the previous onlookers working its way inside her own vagina while others began to lick and suck her nipples, navel and even her toes. Hands pawed over her entire body. "I feel like the roasted pig at a luau," she thought to herself. Orpha allowed herself to enjoy the event, knowing full well that eventually she would achieve the upper hand.
After what seemed like hours, some of the women became tired of the feeding frenzy and just collapsed on and around the mattress. One of the women held Orpha's head on her lap while she poured beer in her mouth which Orphas drank willingly.
"Where's Minerva, please tell me," Orpha asked politely.
No one responded as they all began to gather up their things and leave through the door. Cary checked the shackles on Orpha's limbs while Val walked over to one of the doors in the room.
"Wissssst!" Val whistled. "Get in here Garth," she ordered.
"A large black male German Shepherd trotted into the room and started sniffing around Orpha.
"Garth! Go lay down, NOW!" Val screamed.
The dog cowered and crawled over to the pile of rags that were once Orpha's clothes and flopped down, staring at Orpha with wide inquisitive eyes.
"If you try anything during the night, Garth will tear your throat out," Cary hissed with an evil smile. "I'm not kidding Orpha, Garth's a killer."
Orpha nodded her head in agreement.
A dim nightlight glowed in a receptacle just under the barred window. Orpha raised her head and stared at the dark shadow lying in the corner. The light reflected off of two eyes in the darkness that stared back with a chilling affect.
Orpha looked around the room and spotted a pile of old newspapers along side her mattress. She noticed that the shackles on her wrists were metal and had a key lock. The ones on her ankles were made of heavy leather and were only fastened by a heavy steel buckle. She glanced once more in the direction of the dog, which had now closed its eyes and lowered its head on what was left of Orpha's sweatshirt.
Orpha worked the joints of both of her thumbs completely out of their sockets and manipulated both thumbs around to the middle of her palms making her hands smaller than her wrists. She slowly, quietly slipped her hands out of the wrist shackles, working the thumb joints back into place. Continuing to lay flat, she positioned her body to where she could unbuckle her left ankle restraint while watching for movement from the dog. Within a few seconds she had the restraints off of her ankles. With her right hand, she quietly reached beside the mattress and gathered several sheets of newspaper and stacked them neatly in a pile.
Taking a deep breath, she jumped to her feet and moved back toward the wall to where the dim nightlight was between her and the dog. The dog jumped to its feet and stood growling at Orpha who just stood staring into the dog's eyes while holding the newspaper in one hand. The big German Shepherd lunged past the light toward Orpha but she slapped the paper over the dogs eyes like a shield. Startled, the dog jumped back but not before Orpha could spin around at lightening speed and grab the dog's neck and head between her muscular thighs. As the dog thrashed to break loose, Orpha wrapped both hands around the dog's mouth holding it shut while putting two fingers over the dog's nostrils. The dog continued to thrash violently in an attempt to buck loose from Orpha's death grip, but her long, powerful, muscular legs clamped tight and she stayed connected to him as he pulled her allover the room. Eventually the dog stopped resisting as the oxygen in it's lungs became depleted and ti's large muscles became oxygen starved. When Orpha felt the dog go limp, she removed her hand and allowed the dog to take a breath. Flipping him on his back, she opened her mouth wide and drove her teeth into the dog's exposed throat. She dug her teeth in more forcefully every time the dog attempted to move. The dog finally froze in fear and submission as Orpha continued to tightly grip its throat within her mouth.
Orpha released the dog and jumped to her feet. "GARTH! GO LAY DOWN, NOW!" she bellowed imitating Val's voice.
The confused, bewildered dog cowered whimpering and crawled over to the corner, flopping down on the pile of rags.
Orpha tried the doors to the room and found them to be unlocked. The clock over the bar read 1:23 AM. She flipped on a small lamp as she began to go through drawers and pigeonholes of a desk at the end of the bar. She found a small handgun and thought a moment about hiding it in case she needed it later but changed her mind, removing the magazine and placing it in another drawer under some papers. On a shelf behind the bar, she found a large flashlight. She turned it on after turning off the lamp, then she went back to the hallway and started toward the room where she was restrained.
Garth stuck his head out of the door and seemed to droop and cower as she approached. "Come on Garth, here boy, go with me," she ordered as the dog moved next to her, positioned against her right leg while wagging his tail. In a door to the left she saw a large kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she removed some lunchmeat and cheese. She ate a large quantity of the protein and gave the remainder to the dog who gratefully devoured the remainder. She then removed a can of Miller Light and began to sip the contents, pouring the remainder into a small bowl, giving it to the dog. As she looked through some to the drawers in the kitchen, she felt Garth's cold, wet beer soaked nose against her leg as he adoringly licked her salty skin.
"Lets go big guy," she ordered, as she started for another door that led deeper into the complex. She searched the lower level, then bolted up a stairway to what had once been offices which full of old records and dilapidated desks from 60 years ago. She then walked out onto a catwalk that continued across a large space that had once been the main produce warehouse. She directed the light up toward the ceiling where there were exposed steel beams forming the roof superstructure and pipes running across the large void below. Suddenly, her flashlight beam hit a large mat on the floor below. Dangling from the ceiling just over the mat, were chains that extended down from pulleys mounted to one of the steel beams above. Next to the mat, were tables containing whips and other menacing looking torture devices. Orpha bounded down a steel stairway to the main floor and over to the mat. The shackles attached to the end of the chains were made of heavy webbing with steel buckles to restrain the victims. The whips were braided leather with a six inch strap of leather extending at the tip. The handle was tightly wrapped leather, ending with a spherical rubber appendage at the end.
Orpha whirled the whip over her head and made it crack in mid air. "Holy shit," she said in amazement as she felt herself getting wet from the fantasies that were leaping through her mind, her imagination picturing the events that might have taken place here in the past.
Orpha, accompanied by the dog roamed through every nook and cranny of the old produce warehouse but found nothing that would relate to Minerva's whereabouts. As the first signs of daylight began to show through the filthy, dusty windows of the building, Orpha led the dog back into the room where she was restrained. She fastened the buckles on her ankle restraints, popped her thumbs out of their sockets and slid her hands back into their respective shackles and closed her eyes. Garth flopped down on his bed of rags and went to sleep as well.
Continued in chapter 5.