Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 10

"Sensei will not be pleased of this." Lotus says. "But with what is coming for us, hopefully, he will not care."

Lily attempts to continue the conversation is abruptly interrupted the loud rumblings of an el train speeding down on the rail bridge.

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The goggles over Orpheus's eyes enables him to look in front of him from the wind blowing in his face as he holds on to the roof of the red line el train heading for Little Tokyo.

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Barry Marshant sits back on his chair sipping his scotch and soda as he watches a blond woman wearing only a blue stewardess cap with a matching neckerchief parting her legs in mid-air with her hands above her holding the brass pole. Barry could have seen the stripper show off her impressive gymnastic feat and her hairless vagina much close if he sat at the chairs near the stage instead of a far table against the wall, but from where he sits he can see the whole strip club, firmly holding his briefcase on his lap.

The plan was simple. He would embezzle a large sum of money from his brokerage firm, take the next plane to Brazil and spend the rest of his life in fruity drinks, topless beaches and topless women. Even if his bosses and co-workers would find out about him, they couldn't simply go to the police, which would bring to light their less than legal practices and get themselves arrested instead if they can't pay off the cops to overlook their transgressions and focus on arresting the embezzler, which could get expensive for them.

With the airport across the street from the Landing Strip, Barry decided to have one last drink before leaving Plutopolis, as well as see some nude girls dancing. The nude girl dancing on stage slides down the pole and crawls in his direction in a cat-like fashion, distracting Barry despite his vantage view of the club.

During that moment of distraction, a tall and muscular woman in a black leather trench coat with black hair going down her back enters the club. After a quick scan of the place, she walks over to the bar and leans herself next to a slender black woman sitting on a stool, wearing a hot pink long sleeve fishnet mini-dress over her white latex strapless bra and panties with black leather thigh-high laced boots.

"Where?" the tall woman in black icily asks.

The girl in hot pink tosses her long, curly hair aside, making her spiked collar visible. "The skinny white guy with the thinning hair and nerd glasses holding his briefcase tightly at the other side from us."

The leather lady discreetly searches the club and finds Marshant. "How long has he been here, Fifi?"

"About fifteen minutes, Mistress." The collared girl answers. "I called the airport and found out his flight leaves in half-in-hour."

Fifi waits for approval or a compliment but receives only silence as her mistress gazes at Marshant. Fifi's mistress pulls off her coat, revealing her incredible muscular body that can only be of a power lifter, dressed in a red leather open bust corset, boosting her impressively round D-cup breasts, which the nipples and areolas are well covered by the spiked pasties. Over her black leather thong is a black leather double thigh holsters with leather straps attached the leather bands around her fishnet stocking covered thighs. The belt of the holsters carries a rolled whip on her right side and a holstered gun on her left, the band of the right thigh holds a small sheathed dagger, the band of her left thigh holds a pair of handcuffs. The tips and the stiletto heels of her above-knee black leather boots are made from chrome metal.

The armed woman in leather holds her coat out for Fifi to take but waits for barely two seconds before her releases the coat and walks away. The coat was halfway on the floor before Fifi manages to grab it.

As the raven-haired amazon proceeds across the club, the men she passes becomes almost instantly fixated by her enhanced physique and her dominatrix-style attire. Even the dancer on stage notices her and stops what she's doing as well as the bouncers and the bartenders. Marshant clutches his briefcase tighter to himself when he sees the statuesque stalker walking to his table. At that moment, the DJ becomes preoccupied with everyone else in the club, forgetting to play another song as the previous one ends, leaving only silence.

"Barry Marshant, your bosses sent me to find you." She sternly states.

"Who the fuck are you?" A shivering Marshant asks in a poor attempt to sound brave.

"I'm called the Huntrix. Have you heard of me?"

"I've...heard the rumors."

"All true. So you know what I'm capable of." The Huntrix places her palms on the table and leans forward. "Now, this can go two ways. You either hand over that briefcase which obviously contains the money you stolen or..."

Before the second option is presented, Marshant quickly drops the briefcase on the table and immediately sit backs to put as much distance between him and the Huntrix, who takes the briefcase.

"Your bosses also wanted me to tell you that your services are no longer required at the firm and that if you even come back, they will send some of their not-so-forgiving clients after you." Huntrix says before walking away.

That was too easy. The Huntrix thinks. Maybe I should have given him the chance to run.

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The ends of her coat flaps in the wind as the Huntrix races her dark blue Ducati 848 motorcycle up the interior ramps of an open parking garage to the top floor, where the only vehicle she sees is a limo parked at the far end. After parking her bike nearby, the Huntrix dismounts and walks to the limo with the briefcase.

Mr. Bruun hurries around the limo to open the side door facing her.

"You can tell Mr. Broderick I got his money." Huntrix tells Mr. Bruun.

As Mr. Bruun opens the limo door, Lady J stands up as she steps out.

"Mr. Broderick won't be joining us tonight." Lady J says with a smile.

"Lady J." Huntrix says with no expression of surprise or any kind.

"Well, my reputation perceives me." Lady J replies. "As does yours, Miss...?"

"Huntrix." Huntrix sternly states. "What happened to Mr. Broderick?"

"When I told him I was in need of your services, he gladly told me about your rendezvous here and that you can bring the money to the office tomorrow." Lady J explains. "He and I go way back. I introduced him to his coke dealer, then his divorce lawyer, and just recently his sex slave."

"He was supposed to pay me for getting the money stolen from his firm." Huntrix says.

"Well, Mr. Broderick wanted me to tell you that you can return his money whenever you're done helping me." Lady J informs.

"You have quite the pull." Huntrix dourly complements.

"Some." Lady J still smiles as she steps in front of the Huntrix. Being a foot taller than her, Lady J has to look up at the leather-clad amazon. "As I understand, you're with no gang or serve no boss."

"I'm what you might call freelance." Huntrix declares. "I don't join gangs and I don't take sides. I take jobs. Jobs that pay that is."

"If you want to discuss payment right now, whatever Mr. Broderick is paying you, I'll double it.' Lady takes step closer. "And if you complete your assignment within 12 hours, I'll triple it. You can use the money in that briefcase as a down payment. I assure you that Mr. Broderick won't mind."

The Huntrix looks down at the briefcase in her hand for a moment.

"Who do you want me to find?" Huntrix inquires, accepting the job.

Lady J steps away from the Huntrix. "His name is Orpheus Jones, usual run-of-the-mill street punk. I need you to find him and bring him to me. Alive if possible."

"Can't be that run-of-the-mill if you're paying that much cash." Huntrix says.

"For that much cash, you don't need to ask questions." Lady J asserts. "But what I can tell you is that he's making waves during a... delicate situation."

"Can I ask what else do you know about him?" Huntrix asks.

"I already have some feelers out but I still don't have much to go on." Lady J answers. "All I know is he's from Mariner Park, he used to run with a gang called the Anarchists before they were all killed off, and he used to work at a tattoo parlor."

"The tattoo parlor, is it the one that burnt down a few hours ago?" Huntrix inquires.

"Yes, I believe so." Lady J answers.

"It's a start." The Huntrix says. "What about any known associates? Anyone I can talk to in finding where he could be hiding out?"

"I may have what you're asking for." Lady J gleefully replies. "Mr. Bruun?"

Without further instruction, Mr. Bruun opens the side door of the limo and reaches inside. Huntrix watches the driver pull out the naked Sister Felicity, wearing her wimple with the recent additions of the ball gag and the leather wrist and ankle restraints. The nude nun is carried and placed to stand next to Lady J before Mr. Bruun returns to the limo.

"This is Sister Felicity of St. Vincent Cathedral." Lady J wraps her arm around the nun's lower back, placing her on the nun's ass.

"She's a nun?" Huntrix surprisingly asks. "A real nun?"

"A real naughty nun." Lady J gives a slap to Sister Felicity's ass. "A colleague of mine had Orpheus locked up for me, but the sister here set him free."

The Huntrix watches Mr. Bruun carries the naked and ball gagged Angel in her PVC body harness, placing her on the other side of Lady J.

"And this lovey thing is Angel, Orpheus's ex-girlfriend and my new sex slave." Lady J begins to unfasten the straps of Angel's ball gag. "Now slave, this woman needs to know where to find Orpheus." Lady J instructs Angel. "So you will answer whatever question she asks truthfully when I take this off, understand?"

Angel nods her head.

"And you will not scream for help or..." Lady J double-taps the base of the butt plug.

Angel nods her head again.

Lady J removes the ball gag from Angel's mouth, allowing her to speak. The Huntrix walks to her and lifts her chin up to face her. Angel looks at the 6-foot tall woman, who she instantly finds intimidating yet alluring.

"I don't know what I can tell you." Angel says. "I didn't know much about Orpheus's life in Plutopolis."

"When was the last time you saw him?" The Huntrix questions.

"At...Lakeside." Angel answers, resisting her drug-induced passivity. "Before I left a few days ago."

A slight scowl from the Huntrix gives unease to Angel, wondering if her omission will be believed, dreading that her interrogation could be far from over.

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Moth looks upon the open overhead door at the loading dock not ten feet away from him, pass that door is Moth's exit from the Fiends' turf with his new girlfriend/sex slave. Moth shifts his sight downward to Amber, on her knees sucking his cock. He deduces that Amber got aroused by rescuing her from SpiderBat by shooting him down. When they were so close to their freedom, Amber immediately went down on Moth to express her gratitude the way a slutty sorority girl should.

Seeing this as a perfect way to celebrate a victory, Moth leans his head back and closes his eyes, waiting to cum in Amber's mouth as he thinks of the awesome threeway he'll get with Amber and Magga, followed by taking credit for killing SpiderBat and how it will lead him in his path of success in the criminal underworld, gaining money, notoriety and most of all, respect.

Moth's mind then drafts back to the threeway with his sex-slaves.

"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna blow." Moth proclaims, nearing his climax.

Stilling holding on to his gun, Moth gently strokes Amber's blond hair with his other hand. Moth gives an in no ways manly grunt as his cock discharges a short burst of cum in down Amber's throat, tightening his grip on her hair, not realizes that the hair is slipping off the head.

Moth's post-orgasmic bliss is interrupted as he sees a blond wig clutched in his hand, he looks down on the head giving him head, finding no blond hair but a badly done brush cut on badly dyed orange-red hair with a vertical strip of bare skin across the top of Amber's head where the word SUCKER is written from a felt maker.

"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!!" Moth yells, quickly backing away, pulling his cock free.

The orange-red haired Amber wipes her lips on the back of her back as she looks at Moth with an evil grin. Moth tosses the wig away so he can tuck his soft cock back in his trousers and zips them up, aiming his gun at Amber.

"What's wrong, honey?" Amber asks, standing up. "Don't you find me pretty anymore?"

"What the fuck's going on, Amber?" Moth demands. "Why's your head like that?"

"I'm not Amber." The grinning girl says. "There never was an Amber. You can call me Trainwreak."

"Oh, fuck me. You're a Fiend." Moth declares.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes throughout the warehouse. Lots of footsteps.

"You heard that, Moth?" Trainwreak puts her hand at her ear. "That's the sound of Fiends coming for you."

In the darkness, Moth can see people advancing towards him. He frantically aims his gun at whoever seems to get closer to him, hoping to scare off the gang of psychopaths, who reply with a low but greatly unsettling laughter.

"You were playing me, you fucking twat." Moth says to Trainwreak. "Does that open door even lead out of the Fiends territory?"

"Of course, it does." Trainwreak answers. "That's what makes it such a perfect trap."

"So I can still make a run for it then?" Moth questions.

"Sure." Trainwreak steps backwards from Moth, giving him a clear path. "But you won't get far."

Moth maintains his defensive posture when Trainwreak is close enough to overhear the garbled murmurs from the Fiends near her.

"What? Are you sure?" Trainwreak inquires to her fellow Fiends, before turning to Moth. "Where's SpiderBat?"

"What are you talking about? I shoot him." Moth states. "You saw me shot him down at the Pluto pond. He's fucking dead."

"Then where's his body?"

"What?"

"They searched the pond and didn't find his body. You sure you killed him?"

Moth's mouth drops as he realizes he's been duped.

Again.

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SpiderBat saunters pass the Space Monkeys fiberglass statues as he makes his way to the front gate. As much as he wanted the information Moth would have provided to help Orpheus, the situation with the Fiends forced him to shift his priorities to surviving. Fortunately, an opportunity to escape presented itself for the super-vigilante when he and Moth just happened to have found Amber. At the first sight of Amber, it was obvious to him that she was a lure for the Fiends, how she was tied up at the carousel with rope instead of the blood-stained barb wire, how her body had cuts and bruises but her hair was perfectly trimmed without a single hair out of place, which was undoubtedly a wig.

As the Fiends were using Amber as bait for a trap, SpiderBat used Moth as decoy for his own trap. The only risky part of his plan was to dodge a bullet from Moth and make it look like he got shoot but after that deception was perfectly executed and Moth believe he killed his temporary partner/enemy, SpiderBat could easily sneaked pass the Fiends as they gathered to Moth.

Approaching the gate, he sees three Fiends standing guard. With most of the Fiends at the other side of the park tending to Moth, SpiderBat is confident of his escape with minimal resistance. Although SpiderBat didn't gain the info Moth promised him, at least he can reassure Orpheus that Moth will no longer be a problem.

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Being the loser he is, Moth has had a history of defeats and failures ranging from disappointing and utterly humiliating, but never had he felt this defeated and hopelessly doomed as he is in his current predicament with the Fiends, the most feared gang in Plutopolis, surrounding him in a dark warehouse.

"Back off! Back the fuck off!" Moth warns, waving his gun.

The movement from the Fiends stops, leaving silence. But a second later, that silence is broken by sneers, growing into laughter among them.

"I'll shoot!" Moth threatens. "Don't think I won't!"

"Think you have enough bullets?" Trainwreak walks out from the darkness to Moth.

Moth points his gun at Trainwreak. "I'll shoot you first, you psychotic bitch."

"Go ahead." Trainwreak continues walking to Moth until the barrel of his gun is pressed against her chest. "I'm not afraid to die. We are not afraid to die."

Moth backs away from Trainwreak as the Fiends resume their advance on him.

"Your cum tasted really bitter." Trainwreak steps towards Moth with her evil grin. "I hope your sex organs taste better."

Moth realizes how direly hopeless his situation is, there are more Fiends than Moth has bullets and he couldn't outrun all of them, leaving him with only one option.

Moth takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he turns his gun to his head.

"STOP!" Trainwreak yells.

Moth opens his eyes and observes Trainwreak, wide-eyed with her hands out. Moth then notices the Fiends have not only stopped but are backing away, giving him a glimmer of hope.

"That's right, you fuckers don't just want to kill me," Moth says. "you want to make me suffer, make me scream, make me beg, then a few days later, you would kill me." Moth steps backward to the overhead door, keeping his gun pressed to his temple. "And it won't be a quick death, I'll bet. Well, I'm not gonna give your sick fucks the satisfaction. If I die, I'll die by my hand, not yours, not any of you!"

"Moth, honey." Trainwreak tries to appeal. "Listen to me, don't do..."

"I think I've heard enough from you." Moth stops at the edge of the loading dock. "We could have had something you and me, but you had to be a psycho. I can't believe I let you suck me off."

Trainwreak helplessly watches Moth turn and jump off the loading dock and out of her sight. Trainwreak could feel the collective focus of the Fiends shift to her, as well as their disappointment. Soon, the Fiends begin to advance on her.

"Wait, we can still get him." Trainwreak implores. "I mean the night's still young, we can found another victim."

Trainwreak's pleads are ignored as she is completely surrounded by the Fiends. The overhead door is pulled down and is loudly shut close, leaving only darkness in the warehouse.

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Soo and Lin-Ling desperately run down the hall of the Rising Tiger, being chased by two Iron Dragons, closing in on them. One of the Iron Dragons, Fusero, a skinny Japanese man in a leather jacket with a long and shaggy mohawk, grabs Lin-Ling's arm and roughly pulls her to stop.

Soo looks back to see Lin-Ling in the clutches of her pursuer, then turns her focus on Tanku, a tall and heavyset man Korean male with a shaved head, wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, gaining on her. Soo looking back provided her pursuer the chance he needed grab her arm, wrap the other arm around her waist and yank her off the floor and mounts her over his shoulder.

"Come on, blondie." The man with the Mohawk keeps his hold on Lin-Ling, struggling to break free. "Let's see if the carpet matches the drapes."

"Let her go, Fusero!" Soo demands, lifting her head up.

"I don't think, Soo." Fusero retorts. "Things are about to change. By tomorrow, we'll be running Little Tokyo."

"Sensei Xhan would never allow that." Lin-Ling righteously informs.

"Your sensei's already busy with Sonny." Tanku boasts.

"Then we'll wait for Xhan to kill Sonny." Soo calls out.

"How about we wait in one of the massage room?" Fusero grins.

"Good idea." Tanku agrees. "Running after half-naked women is giving me a hard on."

Fusero forces Lin-Ling through the open divider of a nearby massage room as Tanku grabs Soo thong and with one strong pull, tears it off, followed by a hard smack on her bare ass. Lin-Ling is forced to hunch over a massage table with her ass near the edge. The blond Asian cringes when she feels a sweaty hand pulling down her thong.