All characters in this story performing sexual acts are over the age of 18.
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The warehouse appeared deserted. She kept to the shadows. Making two more circles around the building. One high, from rooftop to rooftop. And one at ground level.
No guards. No cameras. Only a few lights shone from inside of a VERY large building. The blueprints of the building showed no basement. The only second floor consisted of a catwalk along the outer walls and a small office near the entrance.
The tip she got was that Dr. Vile was kidnapping black girls to sell into the sex trade. Normally the Dr. was a creator of "Designer" Drugs. Often fatal. Usually inexpensive. Blood Cat suspected he was intentionally targeting the poor. But she had a tendency to think poorly of most white men and she knew it. -Most- anyway.
She had busted, broken up and outright burned down, most of the Dr.'s operations. With his kidnapping of young Black women, something off from his normal activities, she could assume he was baiting her.
It was a trap.
It looked like a trap.
It smelled like a trap.
She should've brought back up. She should've called the Freedom League. Any one of her teammates would've been happy to assist. But she was so infuriated when she received the news that she was here before she realized how bad of an idea this was. And now, she didn't know how much time she had.
"Hell, those girls could be gone already and my nerves are just costing them more time." She thought. "How does the Doc expect me to approach?" She wondered. "Rooftop access to catwalks."
So she slipped diagonally through the shadows at one of the front corners of the warehouse. Put her hands on the sill of an open side window and hopped her feet up and over while she dropped to the floor inside.
Quiet as a cat she slipped through the shadows toward a light source in the back of the building. Still no guards, she noticed. Still no cameras? But once she arrived near the rear she could see eight young women manacled to beds. They appeared to still be wearing their street clothes. Which let her breath a sigh of relief.
Not raped yet.
"Thank you, Lord." She whispered.
It was far too tempting to rush in there. She circled in the shadows two times. No guards. No cameras. No sounds except for the small whimpers and grunts of the bound and gagged girls on the beds.
No smells?
Her internal voice went crazy. "No smells!? What about all the men that chained these girls down?! What about that nasty motherfucker that always spills half his lunch all over the floor?!... I >can< smell the girls. So they're not a hologram."
She made another circuit which got her one scent. Some kind of cleanser.
She double checked the warehouse. The floor was almost filled with several large metal shipping containers. Probably an army of men in them. The cleanser is meant to trick me into not realizing they're here. But what's the signal to charge? Not video or they'd be freaking out about me checking each container.
Audio? That was possible but just didn't {feel} like Dr. Vile.
She looked at the girls... Yeah. One of them is the signal. -That- felt like something Doc would do. Blood Cat smiled. She had restraints.
She slipped to the girls. Their shock was obvious but they quickly calmed when they realized who she was.
"I'm going to get you out of here. Stay calm."
The shackles were just Velcro sex toy stuff but it was impossible to undo without a free hand. "Effective and cheap. Just like the good doctor." She thought. She undid the first girl's ankles. Then her wrists. Then she rebound the girls wrists with a "Flex-cuff," military issued large zip-tie. The girl looked at her in shock.
"Just till we get out of here."
The girl nodded confused but obviously trusting the Cat.
She moved to the second girl and did the same.
Then she was on to the third when she felt two deep pinches. One in each thigh.
Blood Cat jumped forward and away from the attack. Spinning to find the first two girls smiling behind their ball gags. Even with their hands behind them. They had each managed to get a syringe and stab her with it.
Her world went blurry fast. She was out before the coconut sound of her skull hitting concrete reverberated through the warehouse.
When she awoke she was greeted by a very unpleasant sight. Dr. Vile stood before her naked and smiling. Behind him stood another thirty naked men. But they had guns.
AND the eight women she had come to save? They were just as nude as the rest. Sporting the same huge lust filled smiles.
The Dr. was laughing.
She looked at her restraints. She was shackled with titanium to an X shaped sex frame.
"What'd you invest in sex toys or something?" She asked.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Uh no. No, it just seemed appropriate for tonight's festivities." He smiled as he stepped closer and gripped her chin. "In case you missed it." He said in a kind tone. "We're going to rape you to death. You irritating little bitch."
"You wanna start by putting your dick in my mouth?" She cooed.
"Ha! Ha! NO! No, I'm fully aware of how strong you are. I have no doubt you could bite through my arm if you could reach it." He nodded. "That's why we have a titanium gag for you." He smiled as he dangled the metal ball gag in front of her. He looked at it and slapped his hand on her crotch. She gave an involuntary jump. "Anything you want to say before we fit you with this?"
She sulked. Hoping to prevent them from being able to get it into her mouth if it was closed.
"Nothing? Really? I would've bet -you- of all people would have some great threat to offer before I slide myself into you." He shook his head and admired her a moment. "Very well. Let's get started." He motioned for his people.
Four of them came forward with pry-bars. Dr. Vile laughed. The more she fought. The louder he laughed. Everyone knew she was tough. Not invulnerable. But tough enough for a pry-bar to work to leverage her mouth open. Instead of tearing her lips up. And it [was] working. Two bars just under her upper lip and two jammed against the lower.
Between the four of them they managed to spread her jaws apart. The Dr. was pushing the ball against her teeth. He lacked the strength to break them but he -could- leverage that ball in.
She was furious when he finally got it to pop in. So much so that she was almost in tears. Dr. Vile was breathing hard but still laughing. She looked at him and just wanted him dead. Dead like in a painful gut wrenching way! Dead like...
Like the thirty naked bodies behind him? She frowned.
"Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft."
The Dr. looked stunned as his four "helpers" sprouted red holes in their heads and fell to the ground. It took him a moment before he realized what had happened and spun around.
And there he was.
Black body armor. With a mask that only showed his mouth. More weapons on him than a S.W.A.T. truck. The nightmare of all villains in Neo Metro. A man the D.A. called a psychopath.
"Manslaughter." Dr. Vile stated in a terrified tone.
"Pfft."
And Dr. Vile was no more.
Blood Cat cheered around her gag. She couldn't believe he was here! Her tears of rage had dried before they started but now tears of joy threatened to erupt.
Manslaughter de-cocked and holstered his suppressed pistols before walking to her. He looked displeased. The feeling of disappointment suddenly flowed through her. They weren't allies but she couldn't help but feel that she had let him down.
He took a hold of the straps for the ball gag and removed it from her mouth. She worked her jaw a moment.
"Thank you."
He only nodded as he looked her up and down.
She knew she looked good. That was part of her image. A dark red mask that revealed her small Afro hairstyle, eyes and mouth. Dark red spandex top showing her midriff. And dark red spandex leggings. Black gloves and black low-top boots completed the look.
Her black utility belt of tricks? That lay on the ground behind the frame. Where she couldn't reach it.
