Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 11

"So, it must feel really good when I do this then." Huntrix states.

"Yes." Angel honestly replies.

"Cici." Huntrix commands. "Go down."

"Yes, Mistress." Cici obeys, kneeling down on the floor in front of Angel.

Angel watches Cici lowers herself to her knees and reaches for Angel's hips. Angel instinctively ties to back herself away but can only move so little with her restraints and Huntrix closely behind her. Huntrix slaps her open palm on Angel's ass and pushes forward to give Cici the proper angle of Angel's pussy.

Cici latches her hands on Angel's hips and immediately plants her mouth on Angel's pussy. Angel gasps as she feels Cici's intrusive tongue force its way through her folds, attacking her clit.

"Does that feel good?" Huntrix questions in Angel's ear.

"Yes." Angel answers between moans.

"I should hope so." Huntrix says. "I've trained Cici myself to eat pussy. If she didn't do it right, I'd make her do it again over and over 'til she did it right."

Angel looks down at the naked girl performing forced cunnilingus on her. She notices a tattoo on the right cheek of Cici's ass. Angel makes it out to be a black, bold capital H with an X drawn in a red claw-mark style. Angel surmises the HX to be the Huntrix's emblem and that Huntrix had it tattooed on Cici as some kind of mark of ownership.

"Now you say the last time you saw Orpheus was in Lakeside, correct?" Huntrix kindly inquires.

"Yes." Angel answers.

"Where in Lakeside?" Huntrix asks.

"At the motel I used to work." Angel answers.

"Go on." Huntrix nudges for more details.

"We were having sex. Sometimes we would go to one of the vacant room and have sex. Actually, it was more than sometimes."

"How would you rate him as a lover?"

"8.5, maybe even a 9."

"Really? Nice cock on him?"

"Yeah, and his mouth is great too. Knows how to go down on a girl"

"Is he just as good as Cici?"

"Better."

Huntrix withdraws her hands from Angel and walks around to her front.

"You hear that, Cici?" Huntrix places her hand on Cici's head. "She claims her boyfriend eats pussy better than you. I didn't train you to be the second best pussy-eater, did I?"

Angel feels the licking and sucking on her sex goes faster, causing her to moan louder.

"What happened after the sex?" Huntrix resumes her questioning, gliding the back of her fingers against Angel's nipple.

"We had a fight."

"About what?"

"About us. I wanted to know if the sex was all he cared about but then he started..." Angel is distracted by the gentle kisses on her neck by Huntrix, causing her to moan and temporally forget her account. "he started questioning me about how I felt about our relationship and stormed out."

"That must have made you really anger with him." Huntrix gives a lick to Angel's earlobe.

Angel finds it harder to concentrate as Huntrix nibbles on her earlobe while lightly tweaking her nipple.

"Yes, I was anger with him." Angel replies. "Seeing him run out of that restaurant and not even noticing me."

"What restaurant?" Huntrix asks.

"The one across the street from the church." Angel admits before realizing she gave herself away.

A second later, the ear-nibbling and the nipple-tweaking suddenly stops. The second after that, Cici is swiftly and roughly pulled away from Angel's cunt by the strong arm of her mistress and falls on the floor. The next second, Huntrix grabs Angel's jaw, forcing her to look at her anger face.

"What church?" Huntrix demands to know.

"St. Vincent's." A very crossed Lady J answers, standing up from the lounge chair.

As Lady J makes her way to Huntrix and her lair of a slave, she callously walks over Cici, still on the floor, waiting to be ordered to stand. Angel is terrified when she sees Lady J holding out the remote.

"No, please." Angel begs. "I got confused."

The remote in Lady J's hand is pressed and Angel knocks her head back, screaming to the top of her lungs from the electrically-induced pain from the electro butt plug. Lady J keeps her thumb firmly on the button, continuing the torture longer than before.

"Okay, that's enough." Huntrix commands.

"Just a bit longer." Lady J says. "Let's see if she can withstand it for a full minute."

The remote is quickly snatched from Lady J by Huntrix, ending Angel's pain. Angel's head falls forward, gasping.

"How dare you." Lady J shrills. "May I remind you, you work for me."

"This is my home, my dungeon." Huntrix asserts herself as she steps up to Lady J. "I decide who gets punished and how. You don't like how I operate, Cici can show you the door."

Lady J says nothing as she considers her options for a moment. After making a decision, Lady J steps back, silently permitting Huntrix to continue by gesturing to Angel.

"Cici, box." Huntrix orders Cici as she returns to the bound Angel, stuffing the remote down her cleavage.

"Yes, Mistress." Cici hurries to her feet and rushes to the far corner of the dungeon.

Huntrix grab Angel's jaw again and forces her face up to reestablish eye-contact. The blond hair mostly covers Angel's eyes as tears rolls down her face, expressing defeat and the begging of mercy.

"I am very disappointed in you." Huntrix closely smells the sweat and fear from Angel. "I was going to let Cici make you cum but you lied to me. I don't like it when people lie to me."

"I'm sorry." Angel desperately apologizes. "I did see Orpheus leaving that Hawaiian restaurant when we went to St. Vincent's and I lied because I didn't want you to hurt Orpheus. But I swear that's all I know. I have no idea where he is."

"How can I trust you now after that?" Huntrix berates. "You lied to me, Angel. I can't let that go."

"Please, not the whip again." The broken Angel begs.

"No. No whips." Huntrix assures, letting go of Angel's face. "No paddles, no nipple clips and butt plugs, electric or otherwise. I'm just going to give you some time to reflect upon your sins."

Cici eagerly hurries Huntrix carrying a wooden box, which Angel notices and feels more fear.

"No." Angel terrifyingly utters.

"You've seen this before?" Huntrix takes the box.

"A headbox." Lady J informs. "I have three at home. Used them on Angel a few times."

Huntrix unfastens the latches of the box, opening it the side with a hole into two halves.

"Stay still." Huntrix calmly commands as she fits the half hole of the box to the back of Angel's neck.

"Please, don't." Angel tearfully pleads as she helplessly watches Huntrix about to close the other half of the box. "Wait, I'll tell you something else you should know." Angel's desperate claim stops Huntrix. "Whatever she said she'll pay you to find Orpheus, she'll stiff you. Just like she did with Moth. She promised him a whole bunch of..."

The other half of the box is quickly closed shut, cutting out all light and sound from the outside.

The sudden darkness and the unsettling silence causes Angel to feel anxiety as she starts to worry about the world outside the headbox, if Huntrix will whip her again or will she give the remote back to Lady J. Or maybe they're taking their time as get their jollies watching her squirm and panic. Angel's tries to keep herself calm but with the only sounds she can hear her own whimpering and panicky breathing, she feels her self-control unraveling

* * * * * *

"Who's 'Moth'?" Huntrix turns to face Lady J.

"No one to concern yourself with." Lady J keeps her sight on Angel.

"That's for me to decide." Huntrix asserts. "How's he involved with her and Jones?"

"He's not." Lady J tries to assure, looking to the side away from Huntrix. "Just some low-life petty criminal I hired to find her. I paid him the money he earned afterwards and we parted company. He has nothing to do with this."

Huntrix gazes on the elusive Lady J. "Very well."

"So, now what?" Lady J gestures to Angel. "What do you plan to get out of her?"

"Nothing." Huntrix answers. "I knew she was lying to me about where she last saw Orpheus, so I brought her here to squeeze the truth out of her, hoping it would lead me somewhere but she knows nothing."

"So other than the whipping leading to orgasm denial, all this was for nothing?" Lady J rhetorically asks.

"I'm still exploring other avenues." Huntrix says.

Huntrix looks back at the naked girl with her head in a wooden box as her breathing becomes deep and rapid. The box then shakes from side to side.

She must be screaming. Huntrix thinks.

* * * * * *

"This is Fifi." Fifi speaks in her cell phone.

"Report." Huntrix's voice is heard.

"Mistress, I checked on the tattoo parlor that burned down as ordered. Orpheus Jones did work there until sometime last spring and the owner was his uncle and a member of the Unholy Riders." Fifi apprises.

"Gang related?"

"Well, that's where it's kind of foggy. I don't know where those bikers get their information from, but they think the Iron Dragons were responsible."

"So was it or wasn't it the Iron Dragons?"

"It wasn't. I checked with my contact in Little Tokyo and he can confirm that at the time of the attack, all the Iron Dragons were at Yamato Park, initiating their new recruits. After that, most of them were hanging around outside the Rising Tiger."

"If it wasn't the Iron Dragons then who was it?"

"No idea. There was word about the cops taking in a witness, but my contact here at the 12^th knows nothing about it."

"Do you have the information on Jones?"

"I'm looking at his file right now." Fifi says as she looks through the forums on the desk she sprawls over.

Fifi looks behind her to the portly, pasty-white cop pawing her bare ass while fucking her doggy-style with his trousers around his ankles. Being the only cop in the 12^th precinct assigned to the records room, Officer Andy Pollard has had little contact with the rest of his fellow cops, which he only appreciates whenever Fifi comes by in need of a favor.

"That's it, baby." Fifi blows a kiss. "Make Fifi bark."

"Priors?" Huntrix's voice inquires.

"Yeah, a few." Fifi resumes her phone conversation. "Breaking and entering, vandalism, assault."

"Any known associates?"

"Yeah, but they're all dead. This Jones guy was linked to the Unholy Riders and the Anarchists."

"Give me a description of him."

Fifi looks over several mug shots of Orpheus. "White guy in his twenties, brown hair...and really cute."

"Other than cute, does he have any distinguishing marks, tattoos, scars?"

"None that I can see, but he might be wearing goggles."

"Goggles?"

"I guess he's very protective of his eyes."

"What about last known address?"

"Mariner Park."

"So that's it? Nothing else on him?"

"I could look into the Anarchists..."

"Don't bother, I have a new assignment for you. I need information on someone called Moth."

"Yes, Mistress. As soon as I'm done with my contact." Fifi again looks behind her to Officer Andy as he continues to pump his cock with no end in sight. "This could take a while."

* * * * * *

Gemini stumbles through the alley, leaning against a wall from prevent herself from falling to the ground in her beaten and bruised condition. Even though her biker brethren greatly outnumbered the Iron Dragons, they didn't take into account how a single Iron Dragon is skilled in martial arts to take on three, even five enemies, giving them a tactical advantage. Never before had Gemini witnessed a perfect example of an unstoppable force meeting an immoveable object as she watches bloodshed and death happen on both sides of this horrific war.

Gemini is plagued by the images of her friends and comrades by massacred and the pain of her injuries, not noticing the trash cans she runs into, clumsily falling on the ground. On her back, Gemini looks up and sees Lotus and Lilly standing over her.

"So you two came to finish me off?" Gemini says between coughs. "Well, go ahead, bitches. I already killed three of your guys."

"Actually, you just killed one." Lilly corrects. "Not before he killed twelve of yours."

"What are you fucking waiting for?" Gemini angrily spouts. "I'm wounded and unarmed. Get this over with and kill me already."

"We don't want to give you death." Lotus says. "Just the opposite."

Lotus and Lilly squats down to pick Gemini up off the ground and carries her down the alley.

* * * * * *

Gemini fully regains consciousness after slipping in and out since being rescued by the Twin Swans of Death. She finds herself completely naked laying on her back across a bed on display in a mattress store. The blond/black haired biker recalls after breaking in May I Have Another Mattress through the back door, the Swans laid her down on one of the display beds of the unlit store before stripping off her clothes, revealing her nude and half tattooed body. The Twins began cleaning the wounded biker with warm damp cloths. As they wiped away the dirt and blood from her flesh, Gemini felt the caressing hands rubbing and pressing certain spots of her neck, sternum, below her waist near her vagina while whatever pain or discomfort she felt lessens. She lightly gasped as she felt the warm cloth gently circling her breasts by the Swan over her head while the other Swan cleans her feet, kissing her toes.

After cleaning Gemini's front, the Swans rolled her on to her stomach to continue on her back. Gemini cooed from the warm clothes massaging as they cleaned her back and ass. Soon, the clothes are discarded when the cleaning is completed. Gemini experienced a new sensation as baby oil was squirted down her back and stopping at the crack of her ass. The baby oil is immediately spread throughout her backside. The skilled hands of the Swan leaning over Gemini's head rubbed and press certain spots of her neck, shoulders and spine while the hands of the Swan kneeling between her legs rubbed and pressed certain spots of her tailbone, her hips and both cheeks of her ass, as well as playfully teasing the lips of her labia.

Gemini is rolled to her back when one of the Swans squirted more baby oil on her tits, slowly going her stomach and stopping at her pussy. The hands are on Gemini's body once again, slathering the oil throughout her torso and limb. Gemini starts to regain her awareness as she feels her nipples gently tweaked. With a bedside lamp on, Gemini is able to fellow the hands to the Swan above her, naked as she is. The eyes of the oil-cover biker and the naked ninja assassin meet.

The Swan smiles as she kneels down and massages the back of Gemini's neck.

"I hope the baby oil is satisfactory." The Swan says. "We had to make do with what we could find in the store."

"Why are you doing this?" Gemini questions. "Why not just kill me like you did to my friends at Wolf Avenue?"

"There has been enough death on both sides." The Swan answers, closely to Gemini's face.

"So you're giving me a massage with a happy ending?" Gemini asks. "For what? You want me to forgive you?"

"To heal you," The other Swan climbs up over Gemini from her parted legs. "by engaging in your sexual responses."

"Sexual healing?" Gemini disbelievingly asks. "Seriously?"

"The human body is capable of healing itself." The Swan above Gemini's head informs. "Our skill of what you call sexual healing can accelerate that far greater than your western medicine by certain spots of the body to redirect your blood flow and your chi."

"A rub here, a press there." The second Swan says, lightly scratching down between Gemini's breasts to her stomach, causing her to gasp. "We can stimulate the erogenous zones that you didn't know you had."

The nails journeys down pass the stomach to the pubic bone. Gemini feels the nails digging into her skin, but to her delirious surprise feels pleasure instead of pain. The nails on her pubic bone is replaced by the soft lips of the Swan between her thighs, kissing down to her pink crevice as the hands slides under the biker's thighs and gently grabs her ass, nails digging in. Gemini's moan grows louder from the tongue licking her sensitive clit.

"Gemini, before you orgasm, we..." The Swan massaging Gemini's shoulders says.

"I knew it." Gemini opens her eyes. "You're not giving a rub and tug out of guilt or mercy. You want something from me."

"Yes, we do." The Swan admits. "We want to know who was it that told the Unholy Riders it was the Iron Dragons that killed your friend at the tattoo parlor."

"Detective Garbus at the 12^th Precinct." Gemini divulges between moans. "We pay him off to look the other way or for tips of rival gangs. I guess someone else paid that asshole to lie to us."

"Paid by who?" The Swan questions.

"Don't know. You'll have to ask him." Gemini suggests.

"Thank you, Gemini." The Swan kisses her. "Now, after your orgasm, you will fall asleep. When you wake up, you will be well-rested and refreshed."

"Just know that..." Gemini is interrupted by the clever tongue suddenly dancing with her clit. "...this changes..."

Simultaneously with precise timing, the sides of Gemini's pubic bone and the spot between her breasts and collarbone are struck by a two-finger stab from both of the Swans' hands, causing the naked biker to scream and spasm from the explosive orgasm emanating from her sex.

"...nothing." Gemini fights to finish her statement before falling asleep.

* * * * * *

"Remember, no kissing." Soo says before peeling off her shirt while straddling Orpheus.

With the top of Soo's car down, Orpheus is able to see the parking lot of Holland Park all around him for any onlookers from where he sits as he holds on to Soo's hips. Fortunately, Soo parked near the broken street lamp at the far end of the lot, which is a well-known spot for anyone who wants to have sex in their car at night. As is the case with Orpheus.

"Hey, eyes on me." Soo pulls off her red silk bra. "You're not worried if someone watches?"

"Aren't you? Lot of perverts out there." Orpheus looks up at Soo.

"They can look but they can't touch." Soo answers with a smile.

"What if they want to do more than touch?" Orpheus asks.

"I got a piece in the glove box and I know where to aim." Soo answers.

"What are you two doing?" A groggy Lin-Ling climbs up the backrest from the backseat. "Hey, I asked you not to have sex with him."

"Sorry, he had a hard on and you were asleep." Soo explains. "It was a spur of the moment thing."

"I have a hard on. Present tense." Orpheus corrects.

"Not for long." Soo quickens her grinding on Orpheus's lap.

"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna pop." Orpheus warns as he nears ejaculation.

"But I'm so horny right now," Lin-Ling moves to Orpheus. "and my pussy is just aching for some cock."

"If you didn't drink that drugged tea, it would be you going cowgirl on Orpheus right now." Soo advises.

"I'll bet your cock would feel really good in my pussy." Lin-Ling kisses Orpheus's neck.

"It certainly feels great right now." Orpheus states the second before his cock boils over in Soo's love-canal.

Orpheus watches Soo takes a moment to catch her breath as she leans back on the top rim of the windshield and lets the night air cool her moderately sweat-covered skin. Orpheus tries to relax as well but is distracted by Lin-Ling stilling kissing up his neck to his ear.

"So am I next?" Lin-Ling asks.

"What? Now?"

"No, I mean later."

"Maybe later. Didn't you say you want to have sex with Soo?"

"Did I?"

"Yeah, you did." Soo leans forward to rejoin the conversation. "You think watching me and Lin-Ling do some girl-on-girl sex could help you recharge your batteries?"

"Couldn't hurt." Orpheus answers. "There's a motel a block from here..."

"Too bad you won't going there, asshole." An angry voice from the dark yells.

Orpheus and his fellow travelers are started as Zane steps into their collective sight to the passenger side door of the Fury with his gun aimed to them. Terrified by the gun, Soo dismounts Orpheus and falls on the driver's seat. Soo tries to cover herself with her shirt when she sees another gun pointed at her, held by Oxy-Mo standing near the driver's side door. As scared as Soo, Lin-Ling stays still.