Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 07

"Detective, this is Greenie." Gibbons introduces.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with her?" Garbus asks. "She looks two shades darker than a fucking corpse."

"She's fiending." Moore answers. "Probably hasn't had a bump in hours."

"Hey," Gibbons gives Greenie a shake. "tell the detective what you told us."

"The Zeds didn't start the fire and they didn't kill that biker guy who owns it." Greenie denounces.

"We found your fire-vials." Moore states. "Only the Zeds use them as weapons."

"The assholes who kidnapped me took them from the Zeds they killed earlier." Greenie explains.

"Who are we talking about? Another gang?" Garbus inquires.

"No, just a bunch of idiots." Greenie dismisses. "They're lead by some moron call Moth."

"Moth?" ask Moore. "I never heard of him. How about you, Detective?"

Garbus is silent for a moment before looking to Moore.

"Who else knows about this?" Garbus questions.

* * * * * *

Magga finds it pointless to continue to free herself from the bonds restraining her to the single sized bed. Made from tore white bed sheets, the thin scarves ties her wrists to the bedposts of the wooden headboard as her ankles are tied to the post of the foot of the bed, preventing her from escaping. The long scarves tied around Magga's shoulders and waist are tied around the bed, limiting her movement. The scarves tied to the bottom of the headboard bedposts forces Magga's bounded thighs up high enough have her vagina at the proper angle for her to be raped.

Being tied to a bed naked is nothing new for Magga, being an ex-sex slave most of the men she served preferred to have her restrained in one fashion or another, rather it would be to a bed, a chair, a table, a support post, a pallet, an X-cross, one time she was tied to the hood of a Ferrari. It wasn't until Magga married Rembrandt did she actually enjoys being tied down for sex as long it was with the man she loved, which was one of her husband's sexual proclivities as well. In her current situation of being kidnapped and tied to a bed in a small room, her only pressing discomfort is the sweaty and shaking hands molesting her uncovered breasts.

Magga opens her eyes and moves her head to see Zippy sitting on the bed, fondling and squeezing her DD tits as he's done for the last ten minutes. She notices the intense mouth-breathing from the gawky-looking excuse of a man clawing her enhanced bosom who seems to be unable to decide what to do next. Magga would have goad Zippy to rape her already if her mouth wasn't gagged.

Finally, a change in the molesting happens as Zippy removes a hand from Magga's magnificent globes and slides it down his already-open pants to stroke himself. Assuming that Zippy would rather pleasure himself than rape her, Magga takes this opportunity to have one less rapist to worry about by making eye-contact with the tit-groping, self-abusing loser.

As an ex-sex slave, Magga learned way on how to excite a man to get closer to cum, especially if she wanted the man in question to be done and leave soon as possible, with the right words, a gesture, or even a look. With Zippy now fixated on Magga, the Thai temptress glares at her captor with the look fear from being his prisoner but slowly becoming aroused. Magga switches her sight to Zippy's crouch, subtly craning her neck, like she wants to see more of his erected cock.

Zippy's hand on his cock gets faster while his hand on Magga's tit squeezes harder. He notices Magga's tied hand as she flexes her fingers. Zippy shifts his eyes back to Magga, who manages a slight smile despite the gag in her mouth, then looks at her hand again. The idea of those lovely fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft and pleasuring it pops in Zippy's mind, perhaps if he just untied the hand for a few minutes, she could have him the handjob of...

"Fucking pathetic." A familiar voice from behind Zippy exclaims.

Startled, Zippy quickly withdraws his hands as jumps off the bed to pull his pant up. He turns around and sees Moth standing near the door of his bedroom, wearing a burgundy robe. Zippy notices Moth managed to fix his hair in the standing style after his shower.

"There's a naked whore tied to my bed and all you've done is just sit there and jerk off?" Moth belittles Zippy. "Tell me, is this the closest you've ever been to a woman?"

"Fuck you, Moth." Zippy zips up and buttons his pant. "I was just..building up my...my..."

"Out." Moth points to the door. "I need to lay some ground rules for my new sex slave."

Replying with only a contemptuous glare, Zippy walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Alone at last." Moth grins.

Magga cringes as Moth climbs on the bed and kneels between her involuntary parted legs. He reaches in his robe pocket as he leans over Magga. The blade of Moth's switchblade springs up in front of Magga's face, causing her to gasp.

"So here's the situation, slave." Moth presses the blade on Magga's cheek. "I own you now. You are my property. You be a good little sex slave to me and my friends and you get to live." Moth withdraws the switchblade from Magga. "But if you try to get away..." Moth quickly presses the barrel of his gun on Magga's forehead. "I'll put a fucking bullet in your brain. You get me, slut?"

Magga forces her eyes to look away from the gun and back to Moth, she nods her head.

"Good girl." Moth grins again, pulling the gun away. "We're gonna get along just fine."

Magga locks her sight on the gun as Moth places between her tits but soon her focus turns to the switchblade held by Moth. Magga keeps her head as still as she can as Moth gently slides the blade under the gag and with an upwards pull cuts the gag, freeing Magga's mouth. Before she has the chance to speak, Moth presses the blade to her full lips, forcing her to stay quiet.

"Just remember, you speak when spoken to." Moth instructs. "Talk outta place, I'll either gag you for a mouth or just kill you. Understand?"

"Yes...sir." Magga forces herself to say.

Moth's grin grows more as he places the switchblade aside on the mattress.

"You like the way you're tied down?" Moth opens his robe. "Did it myself."

"Yes, sir." Magga answers, turning her head to the side to avoid looking at Moth's penis, standing out from his robe.

"Well, time to break you in." Moth pushes his cock into the canal of Magga's sex.

Moth takes his gun from Magga's chest and secures his arms over his sex slave as he pumps his cock in and out of her. Magga tries to fight back the tears as she patiently waits for her new owner to cum.

Another thing Magga learned as a sex slave was patience. Sometimes a customer would take longer than expected, or preferred, to ejaculate during sex, which causes Magga to resort to...

"Oh, yes, that's it, baby." Moth calls out. "I'm gonna fucking blow."

What? Already? Magga thinks.

Magga feels a short burst of warmth in her womb. She opens her eyes and sees Moth over her with his head down, catching his breath after a satisfying ejaculation.

"Oh, that was good, honey." Moth lifts his head. "Now, say thank you for fucking you."

Magga takes a subtle deep breath as she tries not to look disbelieved by Moth's sexual abilities, limited as they are.

"Thank you for fucking me, sir."

Moth pulls his flaccid cock from Magga and jumps off the bed. Being such a small room, the dresser drawer was just one step away from Moth's bed as he retrieves a pair of red-black leopard-print briefs.

"You should consider yourself lucky, slave." Moth pulls the briefs up his scrawny legs.

"Why, sir?" Magga asks, trying to sound like she cares.

"Because you just became a sex slave to a rising up-and-comer in the Plutopolis underworld." Moth takes a moment to find a decent pair of socks, regardless if they match. "I'm on my way to the big time."

"Yes, I can see that." Magga says, looking around the unimpressively small room.

"Hey, this place might be a hole but it's only temporally." Moth puts on his socks. "I like to think of this place as the starting point to my long and lustrous career as a top-tier criminal with money and power." Moth pulls a pair of dark gray dress pants and puts them on. "By next year, I'll be able to leave this rat hole of a basement apartment and move into a big ass house in the Glens." Moth walks to the wardrobe across the room. "Or maybe one of those fancy suites at the Prometheus." From the wardrobe, Moth wraps a white leather belt with a Confederate Flag motif buckle around his waist, before taking out a dark green dress shirt. "Either way, the bed you'll be tied to will be one of those fancy canopy bed with brass bed posts and silk sheets."

Moth finishes dressing as he dons a cyan blue fleece overcoat and walk over to Magga and the bed she's bound it. Moth picks up his switchblade and his gun.

"I'll be able to get more sex slaves, a blond, a redhead, a black girl, maybe another Asian." Moth claims "So play your cards right and I'll keep you around. I'll even give you a sex slave of you own."

"My own sex slave?" Magga asks.

"Yeah, how often does a sex slave get her own sex slave?"

"You think you'll have all that? The money, the power, the sex slaves?"

"Fuck, yeah, bitch. Because I think big." Moth taps the barrel of his gun to his temple. "It's the only way I think."

Moth turns and walks to the door with a bold stride. "Now, you just stay there and let my friends fuck you. You'll probably even enjoy it."

Like I enjoyed it with you. Magga thinks before saying "Yes, sir."

Throwing the door open, Moth enters the rest of his basement apartment, which is slightly bigger than his bedroom. Zippy and Zane sits on an old beat up couch in the living area of the apartment, watching TV and drinking beer. Oxy Mo walks pass the kitchenette from the bathroom as Pin takes a beer from the fridge, ignoring the pills of dirty dishes in the sink near him.

"Why you dressed up for?" Pin asks.

"We still got business, boys." Moth announces.

"What business?" Asks Zippy as he and Zane look away from the TV and to Moth.

"Ah, the business of me moving up in the underworld." Moth informs.

"For what? Killing that biker and setting his shop on fire?" Pin walks to Moth. "If you try to take credit for that, the Unholy Riders will be on our asses, which can only lead to a most unpleasant death for all of us."

"I'm not gonna take credit for killing one of the Unholy Riders." Moth clarifies. "I'm gonna take credit for killing the last of the Anarchists."

"You want to kill Orpheus Jones?" Pin questions. "To get some street cred for doing what the Steelheads failed to do, or because he hit you in the face with a pool ball?"

"Either way, he's dead."

"Don't cha think we should lay low tonight, in case the Unholy Riders are looking for us?"

"They're not looking for us, if they're looking for anyone, they're looking for the Zeds." Moth says.

"Those junkies are gonna get slaughtered." Says Zippy.

"Better them than us." Zane smugly adds.

"Unless they find Greenie." Oxy Mo also adds.

Moth looks to Oxy Mo. "How do you mean?"

"Well, if the Unholy Riders are looking for the Zeds and because Greenie's a Zed..." Oxy Mo elaborates.

"Oh, shit." Moth blurts as everyone puts the pieces together. "If the Unholy Riders finds Greenie, she'll spill everything about us."

"Oh, we're fucked then." Zippy stands up from the ratty couch.

"Yeah, man. The smartest thing to do is get our asses to Central Plutopolis Train Station and get on the faster train outta town." Says Zane.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" Moth commands. "We're not leaving town because of one junkie whore. We're gonna find her and kill her so she won't snitch." Moth's crew stays silent, awaiting orders. "Now, here's how we're gonna do this; the Zeds are holed up at some tenement on near Paige Street, Greenie probably heading there now so me and Pin will drive there. The rest of you will go the tattoo parlor in case she got injured or something. You shoot her on site and keep shooting 'til you're certain she's dead."

"Wait, you want us to go back to the place we just burned down?" Zane questions.

"Moth, I'm maybe not that smart but I've watched enough cop shows to know that criminals should never return to the scene of the crime because they'll risk getting caught." Says Oxy Mo.

"Which serves as the perfect excuse for you." Moth explains. "Even if the cops spot you there they won't suspect you and figure whoever burnt that place down isn't not dumb enough to go back and just leave you be."

"Oh, didn't think of it that way." Oxy Mo smiles.

"What about the Thai chick we got tied up?" Pin thumbs to Moth's bedroom. "Shouldn't one of us stay here and watch her?"

"Yeah, but it ain't gonna you because you're coming with me." Moth answers.

"Rock paper scissors then?" asks Oxy Mo.

"No, Oxy." Moth dismisses. "She's my sex slave so I decided who stays and fuck her. Zippy, stay here and watch my whore."

"You got it." Zippy grins.

"See, I can be a nice guy." Moth says as he heads to the door leading out of the apartment. "Not like you're gonna have another opportunity to put your dick in a woman anytime soon. Not a live one that is."

Instead of snapping back at Moth, out loud or under his breath, Zippy decides to say nothing and thinks of what he'll do during his time with Magga.

Moth and Pin exits the apartment and walks down the damp and badly lit hallway with Zane and Oxy Mo behind them.

"So after we kill Greenie...?" Pin inquires, already knowing the answer.

"We go after Orpheus Jones next." Moth answers.

* * * * * *

Orpheus approaches the monolithic St. Vincent's Cathedral, looking up at the gothic characteristics of its towering belfry. At night, the church's lights would shine on the two stone crusader knights mounted high on the opposite sides of the front, mounted in the middle is a statue of Jesus Christ, reminding anyone who comes to St. Vincent's at night that their savior is inside and he has backup.

Orpheus jogs up the concrete steps to the thick wooden double-doors, leading him inside to the incredibly spacious nave of the cathedral. Orpheus surveys the nave as he walks cautiously down the aisle. Halfway through, he spots several men scattered among the pews. One of them stands from his seat with a young brunette girl in a school uniform, both make their way an open door near the bema.

Orpheus decides to give his feet a rest and moves himself to one of the pews, sitting a few feet from the aisle. Resuming his survey, Orpheus spots three young girls sitting at the front pew. Orpheus sits back to relax, unsatisfied with the slowing down of progress in his search for Angel. He thumbs through the pages of Angel's Bible, hoping to find some clue to lead him to his next course of action since divine intervention seemed highly unlikely.

"Hi there." A bubbly female voice has Orpheus turn his focus from the religious book to the aisle.

Orpheus is surprised as he finds a young lithe Asian girl with long jet black hair in pigtails standing at the end of the pew, dressed in a white blouse with a few too many buttons undone with a loosely worn tie and an unusually short shirt showing more of her slender legs than it should.

"Ah, hello." Orpheus replies.

"My name's Mitsou." The girl smiles.

"Orpheus." Says Orpheus.

"Oh, is that French?" asks Mitsou.

"Actually, it's Greek." Orpheus informs.

"So you're Greek then?" Mitsou takes a few steps to sit next to Orpheus.

"No, I'm not Greek, my mom was into Greek mythology and..." Orpheus's explanation falls short as he notices the leopard-print high-heel shoes worn by Mitsou.

Can she actually walk in those shoes?

"Do you like my legs?" Mitsou asks, still smiling.

Orpheus becomes flabbergasted by Mitsou's question, more some when she slides up her skirt to reveal more of her already-overexposed legs and her pink Smiley Kitten panties.

"I do gymnastics." Mitsou moves closer to Orpheus. "I'm very flexible."

Is this girl really coming on to me? Orpheus thinks. In church?

"Mitsou." A stern female voice has Orpheus look away from Mitsou's legs to the aisle again.

Orpheus is surprised he looks upon at the nun standing near him and Mitsou. The nun's face seemed calm but Orpheus perceives her facial expression to mask something else stirring behind her beautiful hazel eyes and flawlessly ivory white skin. Orpheus also couldn't help but notice her slender body despite her concealing clothes.

"Why aren't you sitting with the others?" The nun asks Mitsou.

"I'm just trying to get some..." Mitsou's explanation is ceased by a sudden open-hand of the nun, silencing her.

"I don't believe I've seen you here before." The nun says to Orpheus. "Are you with the RSC?"

"Actually, I'm looking for my girlfriend." Orpheus answer, taking out a photo. "She may have been here recently."

Orpheus holds out the photograph to the nun, which Mitsou discreetly takes a quick scan of the picture of Angel before the nun takes it and looks it over.

"Her name's Angel." Orpheus adds.

"Ah, I should go sit with the other girls." Mitsou abruptly lifts herself from the pew.

"No." The nun sternly objects. "Go to Father Milton's office and wait for me there."

"But Sister Felicity, I thought he..." Mitsou pleads in a low voice.

"Go." The nun orders.

With a look of worry and guilt, Mitsou walks down the aisle, leaving Orpheus and Sister Felicity. Although Orpheus is confused of what just happened with him and the slutty Asian schoolgirl, he turns his focus back the hazel-eyed nun in hope of finding some useful information.

* * * * * *

Without knocking, Mitsou opens the wooden door to an office. The first thing she sees is the red ass of a white girl with pink hair hunched over a fancy Oakwood desk with her skirt up and her black lace panties down to her ankles. Standing near her is a tall, black man in a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers and a priest's collar, hold a long and narrow Mahogany spanking paddle.

"Well, shut the door already." The priest says to Mitsou.

Mitsou tries to hold back the sudden fear as she shuts the door and walks over to the desk.

The priest swings the paddle against the pink-haired girl's ass several times. Mitsou cringes as each strike echoes throughout the office, followed by painful whimpering of the girl.

"Do you wish to lie some more, Cupcake, or will you confess?" The priest demands.

"Yes, Father Milton." Cupcake raises her head to look at Father Milton with teary eyes as she sobbingly confesses. "I was skimming some money but only to buy some school supplies."

"There is no justification for what you've done, Cupcake." Father Milton shakes the paddle over Cupcake's ass. "You know I don't run this nightly charity for my health." Father Milton looks at Mitsou. "Why are you here, Mitsou?"

"Sister Felicity sent me." Mitsou answers. "She wanted me...to tell you about some guy who just walked in."

"This is a church, Mitsou." Father Milton reminds. "We're open to the public."

"I know, Father Milton. But Sister Felicity thought there was something odd about him so she sent me here to tell you." Mitsou lies to cover her ass.

"I'm sure that Sister Felicity can handle whoever this individual is." Father Milton assures. "If he's not for the services of the church, what is his business then?"

"He's looking for his girlfriend." Mitsou answers, truthfully this time. "Some pretty blond girl named Angel."

Father Milton falls silent for a moment.

"Cupcake, stand up." Father Milton commands.

With her arms shaking, Cupcake manages to push herself off the desk and turns around. Her skirt fall over to cover her bruised bum but is reluctant to pull up her panties.