Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 06

Orpheus becomes more aware of his surroundings as he hears muffled female grunts next to him. His vision becomes clearer as he sees Superstar, still naked, tied down to a chair by white rope, gaged by her own panties. Orpheus finds himself tied down to the chair he's sitting on as well, gaged by the same rope restraining him.

Fully awake and conscious, Orpheus turns his sight from Superstar to the sounds of moaning and slurping, which came from the bed in front of them. Orpheus's eyes widens from the shock of witnessing Matilda, naked and fervently eating Topaz's pussy below her while Topaz is eating the Steelhead's cunt as her hands caresses her ass.

How hard did she hit me? Orpheus thinks, unable to believe what he's seeing, a white neo-Nazi woman with Nazi-themed tattoos and a cybernetic arm in a lesbian 69 position with a black hooker in a motel room. Orpheus then notices his cock, fully hard and standing up from his tied legs.

Is that Steelhead bitch forcing Topaz? Orpheus asks himself. Topaz could never consent to having sex with that racist bitch.

The cunt-lapping 69 is abruptly interrupted as Topaz forcefully pushes Matilda off her. The second Matilda rolls on the mattress, Topaz jumps up on her hands and knees, grabs Matilda's ankle to force her leg aside and attackingly plunges her black pussy to Matilda's white pussy and immediately grinds against it. Without breaking the pussy-to-pussy connection, Matilda sits up and pushes Topaz down on the mattress, allowing the Steelhead to hover over the black hooker as she rocks her hips to continue the tribbing.

"You wanta cum, you black whore?" Matilda slurs.

"Yeah, you Nazi cunt!" Topaz spitefully replies. "Make me cum!"

Orpheus couldn't help but intensely watch his friend and his enemy scissoring as they gaze into each other's eyes with lust and maybe hate. Topaz's head falls backwards on the edge of the bed as her body trembles from the orgasm.

"Oh, I'm cumming, you white trash racist!" Topaz exclaims.

"I'm cumming...cumming..."Matilda is unable to make her statement from the euphoria brought on by the tribbing.

Matilda lays herself down on the other side of the bed from Topaz as they catch their breaths. Topaz opens her eyes and sees Orpheus, looking at her, then spots his hard standing cock. Topaz gets off the bed and walks pass Superstar to Orpheus, still tied to his chair.

"I guess an explanation is in order." Topaz says as she leans forward to face Orpheus.

* * * * * *

Magga keep her knees firmly on the floor as she sucks her husband's cock. The far room of the Primal Instinct Tattoo Parlor provides the privacy needed for whenever Rembrandt is in need for the occasional quickie with Magga, whither it's Rembrandt anally fucking Magga on the parlor chair, Rembrandt on the parlor chair with Magga doing a reverse-cowgirl, or in most occasions, Magga on her knees, topless giving the standing Rembrandt a blowjob.

"Oh, baby, yeah." Rembrandt murmurs. "Take me to paradise."

Since the age of twelve, Magga has perfected her skills of fellaito during her time as a sex slave in her home country of Thailand, a career not of her choose where she endured years of sexual, physical and emotional abuse from her various pimps. At the age of nineteen, Magga worked at a high-end brothel in downtown Bangkok where she and the other sex slaves were dressed in better clothes and worked in better surroundings, confining as they were. In less than a year, Magga became the top earner for the brothel but as the years passed, Magga got older and by the time she was in her thirties, her once-loyal clients switched to more young girls.

After a lengthy beating from her pimp for not earning enough money, Magga was sold to a sex-trafficking ring which soon smuggled her with other discarded sex slaves to America. After months being confined in a shipping container, the freighter carrying them finally reached its destination.

Plutopolis.

Upon arrival, Magga was forced to work at a seedy brothel near the docks, where she served seamen, longshoremen and other undesirables she would never have sex with given the choose. In a few short years, Magga's luck slowly begin to change on the night she meets the man who becomes her hero and liberator, and later her husband.

Rembrandt lets out a low growl as he discharges in his wife's mouth. With every burst of man seed, Magga expertly shallows until the cock she sucks softens. Magga looks up to Rembrandt, pulling her mouth from the spent penis.

"Is my big ginger bear happy now?" Magga smiles.

"You know I am, babe." Rembrandt smiles back, placing his cock back in his jean.

Magga stands up on her feet and takes a can of Bad Wolf beer waiting for her on a nearby shelf. After taking a gulp of beer to wash the taste of semen out of her mouth, Magga hands it to Rembrandt, who accepts after zipping up his fly.

"You worried about Orpheus?"Magga pulls her tube top over her DD-cup bosom.

"Why would you ask that?" Rembrandt asks before drinking some of the beer.

"It took longer than usual to make you cum." Magga answers. "That only happens if you're distracted about something."

"I guess I'm a bit concerned about Orpheus." Rembrandt admits. "That nephew of mine really knows about to get himself into trouble."

"Yes, but he also knows how to outrun trouble." Magga reassures.

"That's true." Rembrandt agrees. "Hopefully, he's probably found this Angel girl by now and they're both fucking in a hotel somewhere."

"It's nice that you worry about Orpheus," Magga wraps her arms around Rembrandt's waist. "but there was a time you wouldn't get distracted whenever I gave you head. I hope I'm not...losing my touch."

"Baby, that can never happen. You are way too good with what you do for that to happen." Rembrandt holds Magga face with both hands. "When I first saw you at that shithole whorehouse, you were the prettiest thing there. I don't regret for a second what I had to do get you free from Rica Flores's clutches. I mean if I had to do it all again, the only thing I'd change is to make sure I don't mess up my leg saving you. As far as I'm concerned, you're still that vision of beauty that gave me the best under the table blowjob."

Magga beams with joy from Rembrandt's words "You always know what to say to me."

"Tell you what, Magga, you go lock the door to close up and go straight upstairs." Rembrandt lowers his hands from Magga's face to her hips, sliding down to her ass. "When I'm done cleaning up, I expect to see you buck ass naked on the bed with the ecstasy in one hand and the boner pills in the other."

"Oh, Remy, you know we don't need the boner pills." Magga says, making her way to the opening.

Magga is halfway to the front desk of the parlor when she sees a small group of people entering through the front door. The first one she spots is a man in a purple leather trench coat with badly styled hair, along with him is a bald man in a black leather coat, a creepy-looking man long unwashed hair, a short, slack jawed man, and a tall and tough looking brute. Magga notices that the six member of this eclectic group is a short-haired woman with black-circled eyes clutching her arms to stop herself from shivering.

Although Magga finds them unsettling, Magga continue to her desk, seeing them as no threat.

"Sorry, guys. We're closing up now." Magga informs.

"That's okay, honey. We're not here for tattoos." Moth tells Magga, momentarily gazing at her tits. "We're looking for Orpheus Jones."

"What are you looking for?" Magga asks, moving behind her desk.

"Orpheus Jones." Moth repeats slightly annoyed as he standing in front of the desk. "He used to work here."

"Sorry, no one by that name work here." Magga informs. "You sure you have the right place?"

Moth sternly looks to Greenie. "This is the right place, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." Greenie unsurely replies.

"You guess?" Moth questions. "You fucking guess?"

An infuriated Moth grabs Greenie by her neck and roughly pushed her to the wall behind Magga's desk, nearly causing several framed photos to fall from the impact.

"If you've lead us in the wrong direction..." Moth's threat is cut short.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" Rembrandt yells as he enters the scene.

Moth tries not to appear intimidated as he looks at the big menacing biker near him, stepping away from Greenie but keeping a hold of her neck.

"You the boss here?" Moth manages to ask in a tough tone.

"Yeah, I'm the boss here." Answers Rembrandt. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I'm looking for Orpheus Jones." Moth maintains his tough guy act.

"Never heard of him." Rembrandt immediately replies. "Now get the fuck out of here before I throw you out."

Moth begins to think his search for Orpheus is at a dead end when a framed photo on the wall near Greenie catches his eye. The photo is of Rembrandt leaning over a pool table with a cue in hand about to make a crucial shot. Standing near him holding a cue...is Orpheus.

"You don't know who Orpheus Jones is?" Moth points to the photo on the wall. "There who the fuck is that?"

"I guess we're gonna have to go do this the hard way then." Rembrandt steps to Moth, ready to get rough.

Before Rembrandt could get near enough, Moth draws his .38 at him.

"Back off, asshole!" Moth loudly warns. "I'll pop a cap in you!"

Magga takes advantage of the focus everyone has on Rembrandt slowly backing away from Moth and reaches under her desk, pulling out a pump-action shotgun. The sound of the pump handle pulled back and push forward by Magga is heard as she aims the shotgun at Moth.

"Put the gun down or I'll shoot your ass off with this!" Magga threatens as she walks towards Moth.

Suddenly, Oxy-Mo charges at Magga, grabs the shotgun with one hand and pulls it upward. Magga struggles to free her firearm from Oxy-Mo's strong grip but accidently fires and hits the ceiling. Greenie screams as she covers her ears and collapses on the floor. Still holding the shotgun, Oxy-Mo gives a swift uppercut to Magga's stomach, knocking the wind out of her as she falls to the floor.

"MAGGA!!!" Rembrandt yells with rage from the assault on his beloved wife, wanting the tear apart Oxy-Mo, starting with the arm he hit her with.

But that action is ceased as Moth fires two shoots at Rembrandt's upper right leg, causing him to fall forward and nearly colliding with the dodging Moth, landing on the floor hard.

"Not so fucking tough now, are you, asshole?" Moth yells at the downed Rembrandt, delivering a kick to his side.

Pin and Zippy hurries to Moth's aide, pointing their guns at Rembrandt while Oxy-Mo lifts Magga off the floor by her neck and forces her over the desk with Zane picking up the shotgun. Moth looks to Greenie crouched on the floor, her hands still over her ears and her eyes tightly shut, whimpering incoherently.

Blood from Rembrandt's gunshot wounds begins to pool around his leg as Rembrandt tries to push himself off the floor. Moth puts his knee to Rembrandt's back, keeping him from rising.

"Zippy, don't just stand there looking stupid." Moth orders. "Lock the door and put up the closed sigh." Moth lowers himself over Rembrandt, holding the photo of Rembrandt and Orpheus in front of the biker's face. "You're gonna tell me where I can find the guy in this photo..."

"Or what, fuck face?" Rembrandt interrupts. "You think you can torture me to talk? Good luck."

"Think you're such a tough guy, don't cha?" Moth presses his knee harder on Rembrandt's back. "I'll bet it would take me all night to get you to spill."

"There's not enough time in the world for you to make me talk." Rembrandt informs.

"Yeah, what about her?" Moth points his gun to Magga. "Is she as tough as you?"

Rembrandt goes quiet as he watches his wife hunched over her desk held her down by her neck by Oxy-Mo. The sight becomes more unbearable for Rembrandt to watch as he notices Oxy-Mo molesting Magga's ass by his other hand. With the side of Magga's head on the surface of her desk, she manages to lock eyes with husband. Rembrandt sees the look of fear and pain in Magga's face.

"Don't tell that fucker anything!" Magga yells. "He'll...

Magga statement is cut short when Oxy-Mo quickly lifts her head off the desk and slams it back down hard, knocking her out.

"YOU FUCKER!!!" Rembrandt yells.

Moth presses the barrel of his gun on Rembrandt's face, discouraging the biker from any more defiance.

"I guess we have a bargaining chip now." Moth says.

* * * * * *

"Scream and I'll snap your scrawny neck like it's a popsicle stick." Matilda warns with her metallic hand around Superstar's neck. "You get me?"

The bound and gagged Superstar nods her head to Matilda, not wanting to incur the blond Steelhead's wraith. Matilda lets go of the bright red-haired girl's neck and pulls out the bunched-up panties in her mouth.

As Superstar gasps for air, she looks to Orpheus tied to the chair next to hers with Topaz bobbing her head up and down, giving him a blow job. Even in his current situation, Orpheus is unable to deny the pleasures from Topaz's skilled mouth around his cock, hard and standing from watching Topaz having lesbian sex with Matilda.

"It's not often I get to watch her work." Says Matilda as she begins untying Superstar. "One time, I watched her blow a trucker. Get me so hot, I had to rub one out."

With Superstar completely free from her restraints, Matilda takes Superstar by her chin with her metal hand and gently guides her to stand up.

"Here's how it goes, honey." Matilda states. "You try to run, I'll kill you. You don't do what I tell you, I'll kill you. Understood?"

"Sure." Superstar agrees with a smile. "I mean, it really got me hot watching the two of you go at it. I was hoping I'd get to join in on the fun. Y'know, just us girls."

"You've sleep with girls before." Matilda questions, withdrawing her hand.

"After I'm done fucking them, yes." Superstar answers, sliding her hand up Matilda left arm, admiring the AK-47 tattoo. "I've always thought tattoos were so sexy." Superstar's other hand slides up Matilda's cybernetic arm. "But this...this is something I can get into."

With Superstar's hands on Matilda's shoulders, the stripper leans forward to kiss the lips of the neo-Nazi.

Matilda smiles at Superstar. "You know, you remind me of someone I knew at Greer Women's Correctional." Matilda takes Superstar's hand and walks her to the cock-sucking Topaz. "Some dumb bitch in on a DUI, killed three people. We all thought she wouldn't last a week but she managed." Matilda sits on the edge of the bed near Topaz and guides Superstar to stop in front of her, between her parted legs. "You ever did time at Greer?" Matilda asks.

"No." Superstar answers.

"You know what a sweet-looking, petite thing like you should on her first day at a women's prison?"

Superstar shakes her head.

"Same thing that new girl did, find the toughest board there and eat her pussy." Matilda instructs. "Don't even say hi or give her your name. If she comes up to you in the showers, just get on your knees and go down on her."

With a stern look at Superstar, Matilda leans back on her elbows, pointing her at her shaved mound. Understanding the reason of Matilda's advice, Superstar sets her knees on the carpeted floor and begins to perform oral sex on Matilda.

Orpheus can't help but watch Superstar going down on Matilda, immediately enjoying the stripper's mouth on her cunt. Orpheus lets out a mild grunt as he feels a sudden twinge of pleasure, he looks down at Topaz sucking his cock. Topaz gazes up at Orpheus as she pulls her mouth from the hard member and strokes it with her hand while licking his scrodum, pleasuring Orpheus more.

"Why are you doing this?" Orpheus questions Topaz.

"You were getting hard watching me and Matilda going at it..."

"I meant why are you fucking that racist cunt." Orpheus specifies.

Instead of answering, Topaz plunges her mouth to Orpheus's cock and rapidly sucks on it. Orpheus groans as he feels his rod nearing an intensely blissful ejaculation.

"Oh, god. How I love to watch her work." Matilda leans back.

"AAAAAGGGGGHH!!!" Orpheus knocks his head back as his polished spear discharges its semen down Topaz's throat.

"What's taking you so long?" Matilda asks Superstar as she grabs the back of the stripper's head with her metal hand, forcing her mouth deeper in the Steelhead's cunt. "In prison, I would have shived you by now for not getting me off."

After Topaz frees Orpheus's spent cock from her mouth, the hooker takes her damp towel from the table and wipes the cum and saliva clean from his member and upper thighs. Orpheus raises his head as Topaz stands up. She avoids looking at Orpheus as she takes the bottle of whisky from the table and takes a gulp to wash down the taste of semen in her mouth.

Even though Orpheus is silent, Topaz can feel the disapproving stare coming from him. She knows if she looks at him, Orpheus will see the expression of shame and guilt resonating inside her.

"I asked you a question before I came in your mouth." Orpheus speaks out. "Why are you fucking that Nazi?" Topaz takes another drink of whisky. "How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks after you left." Topaz turns to face Orpheus. "I was still messed up about what happened to The Dude and the Anarchists."

"Hey, I can understand you were grieving. I've been there." Orpheus states. "I can understand you going to some bar and have a few drinks to dull the pain. Maybe even bring a guy home, which is fine. Bring a chick home, even better. Anything to help you deal with loss you've been through." Orpheus pauses to take a breath. "But having a lesbian affair with a woman who also a member of the gang that killed your lover and his friends? That's a whole new level of fucked up."

"I had nothing to do with that." Matilda interjects. "I was in prison at the time."

"So you two are lovers now?" Orpheus questions.

"No, we're not lovers." Matilda declares. "We're not girlfriends or friends of any kind. We just get together once in a while for some hot girl-on-girl hate-sex." Matilda props herself on her elbow to look at Orpheus, tied to his chair. "And I got to tell you, she does not disappoint when it comes to sex. I mean her tongue alone made me cum more than Stomper's dick even did."

"You're fucking the girlfriend of the leader of the Steelheads." Orpheus says Topaz. "This just keeps get better."

"Shut him up before I do." Matilda tells Topaz as she lays back on the bed to savor the pleasures from Superstar's tongue playing with her clit.

Topaz steps in front of Orpheus, leaning forward to be face-to-face with him.

"Listen Orpheus, do you understand what would happen if word got out about me and Matilda?" Topaz tries to reason. "If the BSBA knew? If the Steelheads knew? It be the end of us."

Orpheus turns his head away and says nothing for a moment.

"I know you remember the time you shared with The Dude, so I won't bother reminding of how much you two loved each other." Orpheus looks to Topaz. "So, I'll remind you of the rest of the Anarchists, like Ajax, the guy you knew since kindergarten and was the one who introduced you to The Dude. Or how about Dizzy? When he was at the hospital you worked at to get his appendix removed and you helped him through being all alone on his first night by having sex with him. Or Airgirl and that night you two were clubbing and no one heard from either of you for three days and when you did come back, you both had those ridiculous smiles and wouldn't say when you two been. How about Sprinter and the times he couldn't help stare at your tits, until you..."

"Enough!" yells Matilda.

With a push from the cybernetic arm, Superstar is flung from her kneeling position and falls on the floor next to Orpheus's chair. An infuriated Matilda jumps off the bed and walks to Orpheus and Topaz.