Bang Bang Bang
"Drive, drive!" Marius shouted. He dragged Midori into the flivver as Fatima laid down covering fire with her plasma caster, spraying the crowd with bolts of bright blue energy. Leaping behind the driver's seat, he floored the pedal, nearly causing the older woman to tumble into the back seat as the vehicle sped away. A reflex missile, coming dangerously close to the pair, destroyed a large portion of the roadway as the craft sped off into the distance.
Midori came to shaking her head, feeling a bit woozy. "What happened?" she asked groggily, struggling to her feet.
"We rescued you," Fatima said. "Lie still, dearie, you took a rather nasty bump to the head."
"Kit. . . where's Kit?" Midori asked. She sat up suddenly, "Marius, where's Kit? She rescued me, but she's not in the flivver, where did she go!?"
Marius didn't have much of an answer for the young girl. He just clenched his jaw grimly and concentrated on driving.
Midori felt her blood run cold.
She came to feeling rather groggy, shaking her head to clear it, her blurry vision slowly returning to focus. "What the fuck just hit me?" she wondered, as she took deep breaths and tried to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach.
The last thing she remembered was a stunner bolt slamming into her gut. One bad move, one zig when she should have zagged, and it was bye bye consciousness. She wondered whether Marius had managed to get her out: it was going to be difficult to do that, though, what with Midori unconscious and beat up.
From the look of things, that wasn't the case. Her first clue was the fact that she was chained to the wall by her wrists. Her second clue was the fact that her caster was missing. Her third clue, and the one that cinched it for her, was the crowd of angry looking men standing around holding a variety of heavy blunt weapons.
"Well, fuck," she sighed. "This ain't good."
She was immediately met by a slap on the face. "Shut up!" shouted one of the men, a rather large guy with huge ears. Kit remembered giving him a roundhouse kick to the head earlier on, when they'd recovered the relic core. "W-w-w-w-we're asking the f-f-f-f-fucking questions now, b-b-b-bitch!"
"Aba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. . ." Kit said, mockingly. "What's the matter with you, fuckhead, cat got your tongue?"
She was met with another slap on the face, which she took in stride, her heart bright with fierce joy. If these assholes were that angry, it meant that Marius had gotten away with the Relic. There was one problem she didn't need to worry about, at least.
Now, all she had to handle was getting the fuck out of this place.
That was starting to look harder and harder by the moment. The problem was, they had her in a heavily reinforced room with one exit: a massive steel door. There were at least a dozen guys in the place, and all of them were armed with big, blunt objects. She was hoping that at least one of them would be dumb enough to have left her plasma casters here. No dice. Oh well. Maybe she could beat the hell out of one of them and get a key. . .
No, that wasn't going to work either, she realized, as the door opened up and the Big Man himself came in. "Sebastian Fiore," she sneered. "The head fucktard himself. What, are you here to gloat? Here to laugh at lil' ol' Kit Fox McCafferty? Laugh it up, fuckhead, because when I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you'd never been born," the striker said, angrily.
"Defiant as ever, Miss McCafferty." Fiore said. He gestured to one of the guards, who walked out the door. There was a loud click as the door locked, and Kit realized, to her dismay, that there was no handle on the inside. There went her idea of stealing a key. "Actually, Miss McCafferty, I'm not here to gloat. I'm here to watch."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kit growled.
Fiore nodded, and one of the thugs drew a stunner from his jacket pocket and fired. The blue energy nimbus hit her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Kit gasped as her spasming muscles tried to find purchase, but the stunner bolt had left her hanging helpless from her chains. "I am here, Miss McCafferty," Fiore said, taking off his datavisor and wiping down the lenses, "Because I want you to see you get your comeuppance. Everyone here in this room has, at some point or another, been shot, kicked, stabbed, or, at the very least, humiliated, by you. And, needless to say, they've got a lot of pent-up anger to release."
"I can take it," Kit sneered. "Ain't no pain can break me, shitface."
"Pain. . . pain wasn't exactly our intent." Fiore nodded again, and a couple of guards walked up to the young girl. She snapped her teeth at them and struggled helplessly in her chains, but the stunner bolt had weakened her too much. The autoinjector was placed against her neck, and a soft hiss of air as the hypospray injected the chemical into her bloodstream echoed through the tiled chamber. "As you so often forget, Miss McCafferty, you are, in fact, a woman. . . and when men are angry with women, there are better things they can do than hurt them."
He smiled as the men slowly rose from their seats and stood in a long line. The chains were removed from her wrists, and Kit fell to the floor, helpless, the drugs in her system making her head spin drunkenly. A knife was slipped under the collar of her EVEC suit and drawn down over her body, cutting it in half. Her clothing peeled off, she shivered as she lay there, naked and helpless, on the tiled floor.
"So that's your game, then?" Kit grimaced. "I expected better of you, Fiore. Rape is such a fucking lame tactic. . . Do you really expect me to talk?"
"Not at all," Fiore smiled. He poured himself a glass of wine as the first of the men approached the young redheaded chimera girl, undoing his belt. "I expect you to get fucked, Miss McCafferty."
"Get fucked, fuck you!" Kit shouted.
"No. . . I don't think so. . . not at all," Fiore said, quite calmly. He swirled the wine in his glass as the crowd closed in on her.
"I'm going back there," Marius said.
Fatima looked up from where the medics were putting Midori onto a stretcher. "Marius," she said, "the flight leaves at dawn. We can't stay, the new regime is going to shut down the airspace. If we don't leave now. . ."
"You can wait," Marius said. He gathered up a fresh set of energy clips and tucked them into his vest pockets. "I'll be back before dawn, with Kit. Just give me. . . give me until an hour before the regime change. If I'm not here by then, dust off without me."
". . . Marius, if Fiore has Kit, then. . ."
"I know," Marius said grimly. "But that's why I can't let him keep her."
"Good luck, then." Fatima gave the younger man a kiss on the forehead. "And take care."
"You too." The young Control jumped into the front seat of the flivver and sped off. His eyes were grim.
He didn't want to know what Kit was going through.
At that exact moment, the first of the men was grinning evilly as he suckled at Kit's small pink nipple, the lithe young girl writhing on the cold tiled floor, her pupils dilated, her mouth wide open, gasping in shock, as the drug spread through her system.
"My own little mix," Fiore said. "I call it Yellow Star. The drug hits in two phases. The first is a simple paralytic, renders the body unable to move, beyond breathing and a few other involuntary impulses. What movements you can make are extremely weak, of course. I dare say even heavy clothing could render you helpless. That part was easy, of course. It was the second, the aphrodisiac, that gave me some. . . issues. After all, I don't want you enjoying the process. That rather ruins the point. But, on the other hand, we do want to make sure you feel it. . . so there you go." He took a long sip from his wine glass. "I spent quite a bit of time on it."
"I'm fucking. . . fucking. . . fucking. . . hope your fucking happy with yourself." Kit gasped.
"Oh, very much so. Mister Rheims, please lift Miss McCafferty up a bit, so that we can all see what she has in store for us," Fiore said, very calmly.
The tall, muscular man lifted Kit off the ground by her wrists. Sitting down on the bench, he sat the girl in his lap, forced her legs apart and spread her nether lips with his fingers, grinning broadly. "Hey," Rheims said, snorting lustily in the girl's ear. "Curtain matches the drapes."
"That's 'carpet matches the drapes,' Mister Rheims, and actually, said carpet is a wee bit darker, if you look carefully," Fiore said mildly.
"Fuck you all," Kit gasped. "Aww, fuck, that was fucking stupid. . . I can come up with a better comeback than this," she moaned, her head lolling a bit. She moaned as Rheims fondled her roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingertips, running a fingertip roughly over her clit, his fingertips slowly growing wet from her juices. He licked the side of her neck crudely, and the small girl shivered at the slimy touch.
"As I said, Miss McCafferty, it is you, in fact, who is going to be fucked," Fiore shot back. All around the room, the various thugs were removing their pants, revealing hard members, which they slowly stroked as they gazed with a mixture of lust and hatred upon the small red-headed Striker. "Mister Rheims, if you would do the honors?"
Rheims grunted, and Kit felt his hands left her breasts and slowly slide down to her hip. She felt herself lifted up, then, with a low grunt, Rheims pushed his hard cock slowly. . . not into her pussy. . . but into her ass. She gasped at the feel of the hard member sliding deep into her back door, then moaned at the first thrust. "Oh, that won't do," Fiore sighed. "You're leaving her sex open. That's not going to work for her at all. Barnaby, go help him, please."
The man at the front of the line stepped forward, grinning in anticipation. Kit snapped at him, her teeth bared, defiant even in as Rheims fucked her viciously in the ass. "Gonna bite your fucking ear off. . . you dry anything," she gasped, through the haze of the drugs and the brutal pounding.
"No. . . I think not. . . Barnaby, use this." Fiore tossed something to the first man in line.
Barnaby grinned as Rheims paused in his anal raping of the small girl to hold her down, as the red-headed thug approached, holding the ring gag in his hands. "Oh, fucking hell," Kit sighed.
Those were the last words she spoke before the heavy rubber and leather item was forced into her mouth, reducing her to nothing more than incoherent moaning.
"You can't come in here, sir," the guard said. "President Fiore's orders."
He sagged to the ground as Marius punched him in the face, hard, knocking him out. "This is a coup d'etat," Marius said, shaking his hand as he walked into the compound.
Okay, Kit thought. This officially sucks.
The line was have gone now, and a few of the guys were actually getting back into line for a second go around. She was bent over the table, her hands cuffed to the other side, while three men raped her at the same time: the first lay under her, and was fucking her pussy, while a second was doing her up the ass, the two of them grunting in synchronization as they desperately thrust into her tight body. A third had pushed his member in past the ring gag and was forcing his cock down her throat. She wanted to gag, not only because of the feel of the meat in her gullet, but from the salty taste of the cum that they had pumped into her mouth. Her eyes stang a bit, from where one of them had squirted all over her face, and her back and buttocks were covered in the sticky white goo as well.
And that wasn't even counting the seven times they'd cum in her pussy, and the six who'd cum in her ass.
It was, honestly, really kind of boring, too. All of them were just doing the same thing over and over: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck pound hard until they came and shot their load. Even Fiore was looking bored, and a bit disappointed. "Seriously," he sighed. "The art of sexual assault is so. . . lost these days. It's all just pound pound pound, over and over, just mindless, soulless mechanical movements. So dull."
Why don't you come over here and try it, then? Kit thought. Yeah, come over here, and I'll try to see if I can smash your cock with my kegels. Probably not. The drug had weakened those muscles too.
"I'll just leave you to the gentle minstrations of these men," Fiore said. He stood up, downing the rest of his wine. "Later on tonight, if you are still here, perhaps I shall come and see you again. Until then, enjoy."
He knocked on the door, waited for the guard outside to open it, then closed it behind him. "Prepare my flivver," he whispered, to one of the guards. "And keep it quiet. I don't want anyone to know I'm gone before I'm at least a mile away."
"Trouble, sir?"
"Well, I just don't want to be around when Miss McCafferty's white knight appears," Fiore said, as he quickly strode down the hallway. "Things are liable to get awkward."
A half hour later, the guard who had brought Fiore's flivver around found out what he meant first-hand, as a massive bolt of energy slammed into his chest, hurling him over the back of his chair and into the back wall.
Marius De'Laile casually dodged a plasma bolt fired from a rifle by the other guard, kicked the young man in the stomach, and then laid him out flat with a palm strike to the nose. He pulled the keycard from his belt and moved to the heavy steel door.
He hesitated with one hand on the handle. He wondered what he would find inside. Knowing Kit's past, and Fiore's dark urges. . . images of the young redhead, beaten and broken, her eyes blank and staring, welled up in his mind.
Black rage filled his soul as he opened the door, ready to kill.
He paused.
"Welm. . . pleh! Well," Kit sighed, spitting out the remnants of the ring gag from your mouth. "Took you long enough."
Marius glanced around the room. There appeared to be about a dozen or so naked men of various shapes and sizes laying on the ground, groaning in pain and exhaustion. One of them was gently cupping his testicles, weeping in pain. Kit sat crosslegged on top of a heavy steel table, her naked body covered in sticky white cum, as she casually squeezed some more semen out of her red hair. She looked rather like she'd been dipped into a vat of the stuff, which also was splattered all over the walls and floor like a madman's paint job.
"I was. . . a bit worried. . . that you were being raped," Marius said, slowly. "Maybe I should have worried about the guys doing the raping."
"They're not so great," Kit claimed. She jumped down from the table, careless about her nakedness, and kicked one of the men in the ribs. He groaned and rolled over onto his back. "They couldn't give me a single orgasm, and they wore out after only two or three times. Wimps."
Marius shook his head as he took off his outer robe and draped it over the young girl's shoulders. "Sometimes," he said, "I think I'm a horrible influence on you."
"Fuck off, De'Laile. Let's get out of here."
Twilight was just beginning to show itself over the eastern mountains as they approached the rendezvous point. "Hey, De'Laile?" Kit asked, as she leaned against the car window.
"Hmmm?"
"When you saw me lying there covered in a cumbath, did that get you hard?"
"What?" Marius stuttered, nearly driving the car into a ditch.
"You know, hard. Erect. Aroused. Did you get a boner? A lil' mahogany? A stiffy?"
Marius cleared his throat. "I guess. . . a little bit."
Kit nodded slowly. "How long until the rendezvous?"
"About an hour."
"That should be enough time for a quickie, at least." She reached over and set the flivver to autopilot, then leaned the front seat down, as she took off her robe and straddled the young Control in his bucket seat, undoing his trousers.
"You want to have sex NOW?" Marius asked, a bit perturbed.
"Hey, I've been doing nothing but foreplay since you left me behind. I'm horny. I need a real fucking right now."
"You're absolutely incorrigible," Marius sighed.
"Shut up and get inside me, fuckface."
"As you wish."