"Wait here while I check on those two." Lady J gestures to Angel and Sister Felicity. "When I get back, I'm going finger-fuck you 'til you cum twice, then you will eat my pussy 'til I cum three times." Lady J gives Cici a kiss on her lips. "Don't orgasm without me."
Lady J doesn't bother to pull her latex shirt down to cover her ass as she walks to the table the nude nun is tied to, being raped by the naked blond girl with a strap-on and wings tattooed on her back. Cici fixates on Lady J ass as she slows her diddling fingers of her hand while the other hand still holds on to the glass.
Distracted by Lady J's exposed ass or the strap-on sex on the table, along with the euphoric hope of her soon-to-be elevating relationship with the Huntrix, Cici is oblivious to Mr. Bruun entering the dungeon through the doorway behind her to where Lady J stood while fondling her.
Lady J stops to look over Angel and Sister Felicity, seeing neither one is close to finishing. She begins to devise a way to speed things up between her sex-slaves in her usual cruelly creative style, not letting herself get distracted by the sound of glass breaking behind her.
* * * * * *
Detective Garbus scurries through the lobby of the 12th Precinct. Like any other night the lobby has its fill of people here to file a report of a recent crime or bail out a friend of loved one. Like always, Garbus would apathetically pay no mind to the weak and needy crowds who clutter his place of work with their petty problems. But as the detective proceeds to the front desk, he notices someone sitting at the chairs who stands out from the rest of the pathetic masses.
A beautiful Asian woman with fully, shoulder-length platinum-white hair wearing a shimmering pink strapless short skirt dress sit and black stiletto-heeled shoes sits in the middle of the chairs with her slender legs crossed. Through the white bangs over her eyes, Garbus can see her expressing worry as she cautiously monitors her surroundings, like a lone gazelle afraid of incoming predators.
Garbus discreetly admires her legs as he continues to the front desk, where Officer Cirks, a grey-haired man in his sixties with glasses sits behind, focused on a crossword puzzle of the Plutopolis Press. Garbus stops at the front desk and slams his hand on the wood surface to get Cirks' attention.
"Okay, Cirks. I'm here." Garbus states. "Why'd you call me over? My shift ended hours ago."
"Some people usually say hello, Garbus." Cirks says.
"I'm not in the fucking mood." Garbus angrily asserts. "Why am I here?"
Cirks leans forward over the deck "You see that hot piece of moo goo gai pan over there?" Cirks nudges his head to the direction of the white-haired Asian.
"Hard to miss." Garbus replies. "What's her story?"
"She came in saying she has information of that tattoo parlor murder and would only talk to you." Cirks informs.
"She gave any specifics?"
"No, and her English isn't that good so you should get a translator."
"Did anyone else here tried to talk with her?"
"Yeah, three detectives and two uniforms tried but she gave them all the cold shoulder."
"She gave a name?"
"Rose. Obviously not her real name."
"Well, she's definitely from Little Tokyo. And with those legs, I doubt she works at the F-All Mart."
"More likely the Rising Tiger. That place is packed with the finest Asian pussy, or so I've heard."
Garbus watches the anxious Rose as she uncrosses her legs to adjust her seating. Glaring at the double entrance doors of lobby, Rose is unaware that her subtly ridden up skirt and the position of her slightly parted legs gives Garbus an accidently but well-viewed glance of the pretty pedals Rose's flower before crossing her other leg over.
Garbus takes a deep breath as he feels his cock hardening, slower than usual because of the blow job he got earlier but some time with this witness with the pretty yellow pussy could help. Garbus doesn't bother with parting words to Cirks as walk over to Rose.
"Evening, ma'am. I'm Detective Garbus." Garbus introduces himself. "I understand you've been waiting for me."
"Oh, yes, I have." Rose answers with a whimsy fortune cookie accent as she stands up with a smile. "My name is Rose and I know who really killed that biker."
"That's old news, honey." Garbus states. "It was the Iron Dragons."
"No, it was not them." Rose objects. "It was done by someone...how do you say.... 'well-connected'."
"Maybe we should continue this in my office." Garbus suggests.
* * * * * *
Garbus opens the door to his office to let Rose enter before him, checking her ass as she passes him. With the lights off, the only illumination is from a window with the open venetian blinds at the far wall and the window of the door with closed venetian blinds. Garbus watches Rose walk to the front of his desk, shutting the door and locking it. The detective keeps his eyes on Rose as he reaches for the light switch but when flips the switch the office remains dark.
"What the fuck?" Garbus utters, looking at the light switch as he flips several times with no lights.
Garbus turns his sight back to Rose at the desk but to his surprise sees no one standing there.
"What the fuck?" Garbus re-utters.
Garbus hurries to his desk, hoping to find Rose in the dark corner of the office or childishly hiding under the desk but doesn't find the vanished Rose, leaving him with an uneasy feeling of confusion and impending fear. He turns to dash for the door and seek out the backup of his fellow officers but is surprised again when he sees standing between him and the door is the Swan of Death, pointing the sharp tip of her katana directly at his throat.
"Reach for your gun and I'll cut off both your arms, call out for help and I'll take off your head before you even get through the first syllable." The Swan threatens calmly and softly.
"What do you want?" Garbus asks, paralyzed by fear.
"You know what I want?" The Swan replies.
"I have no idea what you're talking about?" Garbus denies.
The katana lowers down until the tip is less than an inch away from Garbus's groin.
"Lie to me again and I will stain the floor with your blood and your sex organs." The Swan warns. "Now why did you have the Unholy Riders make my home into a battlefield? Why did you lie and blamed the Iron Dragons?"
"I was paid to." Garbus confesses.
"By who?" The Swan presses.
"Lady J. You know who she works for? Boss Creeg."
"I'm aware who Lady J is and her affiliation with Boss Creeg."
"Then you must know about the bad blood between Creeg and your Sensei Xhan."
"Yes, when my sensei took over Little Tokyo, he refused to cooperate with Creeg."
"And that really stuck in his craw but he couldn't do anything about without starting a war. It was the same thing with those bikers, they wouldn't play ball with Creeg either. So when they were out for blood, Lady J saw it as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and had me finger Little Tokyo."
The Swan's eyes smolders with rage as she steps closer to Garbus, raising the bladed edge of her sword across the side of his neck. She tries to fight the urge to slice open his jugular but recollecting the loss she went through caused by this corrupt cop's single lie makes it increasing difficult to restrain herself.
The ringing of Garbus's cell phone momentarily distracts the Swan from her murderous intentions. Keeping the katana on the detective, she retrieves the cell phone from his coat pocket. The call display of the cell phone read LADY J.
"Answer it." The Swan quickly hands over the phone. "Act natural."
"Detective Garbus." Garbus tries to sound calm as he speaks into his phone.
"Good evening, Detective." Lady J's greets.
"Evening, Lady J." Garbus greets back. "What do you need now?"
"You'll be pleased to know that Orpheus Jones has finally been caught." Lady J notifies.
"Yeah, great." Garbus replies. "You have my money? I kinda need right now."
"And you'll get it, but first I need to meet with you at the docks."
"The docks. At our usual place?"
"Of course, our usual place."
"What business do you...?
"Detective Garbus," Lady J's voice is agitated. "as I've said before, I don't pay you to ask questions. Docks. Twenty minutes."
The phone conversation abruptly ends with a dial tone, the Swan takes the phone from Garbus and carelessly tosses it aside.
"So she's at the docks?" The Swan asks.
Before Garbus can answer, the Swan grabs his tie and forces him to his desk where she then pushes him to lay flat on his back.
"I have no more use for you then." The Swan raises her katana.
"Wait, you still need me to take you to Lady J." Garbus pleads. "You still don't know where at the docks she'll be."
The Swan pauses, steadying her sword.
"Kill me and you'll spend the rest of the night and all morning searching the docks for her." Garbus boldly states. "So here's the deal, I take you directly to that latex-wearing cunt and you let me go."
The Swan stays still and silent.
"Come on, honey, the clock's ticking." Garbus gets cocky. "If I don't meet with Lady J in twenty minutes, she'll know something's up."
The Swan looks to Garbus before staring at the dark corner of the office for a few seconds.
"Very well, Detective." The Swan lowers her swords as she backs away. "But you get to drive us there."
"I'm a cop, not a cabbie." Garbus opposes as he catches his breathe to find the strength to lift himself off his desk. "Wait a minute, 'us'?"
Another katana thrusts from the darkness and stops above Garbus's chest. Surprised again, he looks to the dark corner and see another Swan of Death walking into the pale light from window.
"You have no problem driving us to the docks, do you Detective?" The second Swan kindly asks. "I did let you look up my skirt."
* * * * * *
Pin carries a stuffed gym bag and a box of his magazines, comic books and drug paraphernalia as he opens the door to Moth's apartment. The first thing he spots is Oxy Mo lying across the couch with his pants off, chugging down a bottle of Dead Duck whiskey. Magga is kneeling by the couch, using one of the scarves used to tie her down to wrap around the bullet wound on Oxy's upper thigh. Next to her on the floor are two blood-stained towels along with a pair of blood-stained tweezers and a blood-stained slug.
On closer examination, Pin observes Magga wearing the very cut-off white strips used to restrain the Thai sex-slave to Moth's bed as clothes with one strip wrapped around her torso as a sash bra that perfectly holds her DD breasts and covers her nipples, another strip was made into a makeshift g-string which barely covers her pussy. The others strips either hung freely from her shoulders and waist or were spirally wrapped around Magga's arms or legs, creating her covering yet provocative outfit.
Near Oxy and Magga, Zippy sits on an old wooden chair with his gun out, holding a bag of frozen peas to his crouch. Zane walks out of the bathroom, holding an ice pack to his forehead as he takes the bottle of whiskey from Oxy for a quick swig.
"What the fuck happened here?" Pin asks, placing his bag and box on the floor.
"Oxy got shot." Zippy informs.
"I can see that, genius." Pin says. "Who shot him?"
"A naked Jap bitch in a Fury." Oxy Mo answers, taking back the whiskey from Zane.
"What the fuck is he talking about?" Pin asks Zane.
"We found Orpheus Jones at Holland Park banging some chick from Little Tokyo." Zane explains. "We had him dead but..."
"But he got away from you again, right?" Pin finishes. "And why is she out?" Pin gestures to Magga.
"She told us she could take the bullet out of Oxy." Zippy states. "Don't worry, I kept my gun on her the whole time."
"So is he gonna be okay?" Pin asks Magga.
"I've managed to stop the bleeding with what I could find here but he needs a doctor right away." Magga answers.
Pin examines the dressing of Oxy's wound. Blood slowly sips through.
"Nice work." Pin half-heartedly compliments. "Where you learn to do that?"
"I was a biker's wife for eight years, before that, I was a sex-slave to some of the most violent human traffickers in Southeast Asia for twenty years." Magga explains. "You tend to learn a few things, especially under fire."
"Clean this shit up." Pin orders.
Pin watches Magga gathering the bloody towels with the tweezers and the slug before getting on her feet and walks to the kitchenette.
"Just put those towels in the garbage." Pin further orders. "After that, clean those dishes."
"Okay." Magga complies.
Pin keeps his eyes on the pseudo-dressed Thai slave as she stuffs the bloody towels in the plastic garbage pail under the sink, moving on to the dirty dishes. Pin then looks to Zippy sitting back on the chair to press the bag of frozen peas against his crouch to numb the pain.
"She do that to you, Zippy?" Pin points to the bag of peas.
"No. Some bitch kneed me in the balls looking for Moth." Zippy gruntingly explains. "
"What did she need Moth for? I doubt debt collectors work this late." Pin says.
"She was no debt collector. Not the way she was dressed." Zippy replies. "She was after Jones. She thought Moth would know where he is."
"And since you couldn't tell her, she canned you." Pin surmises.
"I don't have to tell her dick," Zippy snaps back, unaware of the pun. "Jones walked in us and she chased after him."
"Jones was here." Pin questions. "How'd he find this place?"
"Never mind that." Zane quickly interjects, walking closer to his cohorts. "Where's Moth? You and him were supposed to kill that junkie."
"The junkie's dead." Pin states. "And Moth...the Fiends got him."
Everyone in the apartment is shocked in silence. Even Magga stops from washing the dishes from the mention of the most feared gang in Plutopolis.
"I didn't say you could stop!" Pin yells at Magga. "And quit eavesdropping if you know what's good for ya!"
"How did the Fiends get Moth?" Zippy asks as he lifts himself up with the frozen peas.
"Well..." Pin takes a moment to concoct a story. "we found Greenie but she saw us and ran like hell. I don't know how many blocks we had to run but we finally cornered her on Snyder Street and shoot her dead. Then SpiderBat come after us and Moth drove off the overpass and crashed in front of Space Monkeys Adventure Park."
"How'd you get out?" Zane asks.
"I jumped out of the car just before it crashed." Pin declares. "With Moth and SpiderBat on the Fiends' territory, they didn't notice me so I hauled ass."
"All the way to your mom's house?" Zane points to Pin's stuff on the floor.
"Well, yeah." Pin answers with a bold face. "I decided to finally move out of mom's and live on my own."
"Yeah, now that there's an apartment available." Zippy argues. "What about Moth? Shouldn't we go get him?"
"From the Fiends?" Zane questions. "He's either dead or wishing to be dead."
"You want to go rescue him, go ahead." Pin proposes. "Maybe when they catch you, they'll take a liking to ya and make you their bitch."
"This is bullshit." Zippy asserts himself. "You're willing to let Moth suffer and die just so you can take his apartment?"
"Not only am I taking Moth's apartment, but as of now, I'm calling the shots." Pin grabs Zippy by the back of his neck and pulls him close. "Does anyone have any objections?"
"No, man. I have no objections." Zippy yields.
Pin releases Zippy as he sternly looks at Zane, awaiting an answer.
"Hey, more power to you, buddy." Zane steps back.
Pin gives the same stern look to Oxy Mo, still lying on the couch with his whiskey.
"What?" Oxy Mo says. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't listening."
"Okay, first thing. We get Oxy to a doctor to patch him up." Pin announces, walking to the door to the bedroom. "There's a clinic on Bradford Street that doesn't ask questions. Soon as I find him some pants to wear, we'll take him there."
Pin enters what is now his bedroom and goes through the drawers of the dresser. Going through the third drawer, Pin notices Zane leaning on the door frame with a smug smile.
"What?" Pin asks.
"You gonna tell me what really happened with Moth?" Zane walks to Pin.
"I already told you what happened." Pin contends. "The Fiends got him."
"Ohhhhh, really?" Zane steps towards Pin. "You're saying you found Greenie on your way to Paige Street and she had you two chasing after her to the other side of Rutberg until you shot her dead and then SpiderBat just happens to find you and Moth for some unexplained reason before you escaped from the Fiends which after all that...you decided to move out of your mother's?"
"Well, since we're going to be all honest and tell the truth, why don't you start by telling me how Jones found this place?" Pin steps to Zane.
"Why you asking me?" Zane defensively asks.
"I just find it odd that Jones came here right after he got away from you and Oxy." Pin grabs Zane's coat. "Did you ratted out Moth, you son of a bitch?"
"Hey, you can't prove anything." Zane struggles to free himself.
"Oh, I can't?" Pin questions. "How about I ask Oxy what he remembers what happened after he got shot? Did you help him right after or did he have to wait? And if I press Zippy enough, he'll probably give us the details on how soon Jones got here from Holland Park." Pin pulls Zane close. "But I'm not going to." Pin lets Zane go and calmly backs away. "It's all water under the bridge now."
"Wha...? You're letting me off the hook?" A confused Zane asks.
"We don't need to partake in Moth's insane quest for power now that he's out of the picture."
"What do we do about Jones?"
"Nothing. If that google-wearing asshole wants to get himself killed by going after Lady J, we let him. No skin off our asses."
"Nothing? That fucker shoved my head in a toilet. He hit you in the ear with a pool cue."
"You think I forgot that? My ear is still ringing because of him. But now we need to cut our losses, starting with the whore."
"You're gonna let her go?"
"Fuck, no. I'm gonna sell her."
"Hey, I didn't have a turn at her yet."
"Neither did I but I can't take the chance of Jones or the Unholy Riders looking for her. The sooner we get rid of her, the better."
"So, how much do you think we can get from a Thai sex-slave in her forties?"
"Hopefully, enough to buy a new couch."
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