Feminine Imports

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As always; this is purely fiction. Consent is necessary. Obey the law. But hey, you savvy folks already knew that...

It was a Tuesday night at Feminine Imports, and Steve had felt accomplished. The previous night was another office sleep-in for him, though it was well worth it. He stayed up for nearly 19 hours straight assembling new financial projections; this time factoring out the Norlangarth Auction House account. He stopped only to put out a metaphorical fire with the business, then he went right back to his office to assemble new projections. As much as he didn't want to seem desperate for capital, the reality was looming; he was facing pressure from the market to expand, lest he lose his grip.

However, Steve managed to assemble new projections and he fired them off to Red Valley as the sun had started to set. He took a look around and exhaled; a brief moment of victory. There were no last-minute orders, no driver distress calls, no more meetings with clients to call into.

Do I

Steve started to think to himself

actually get to sleep in my own fucking bed tonight?

The thought filled him with glee. Before he became an entrepreneur, he never thought that this would be something that he'd look forward to. Steve locked up his office and whistled as he trotted down the stairs. His three drivers and Carlos had long gone home for the day, and Steve took the once-over on the company premise to ensure that everything-and in the case of the slaves to be transported the next day, every one- was properly locked up.

Satisfied that the business was secure for the night, he jumped in his compact car and drove home as dusk settled. Steve pulled his car into the driveway and once inside his home, he locked his front door and wedged a doorstop underneath the crevice of the door.

Can never be too careful

Steve thought to himself.

Steve opened his freezer and pondered which of the frozen pre-portioned meals he should eat. Given the long days that he spent at his office, meals he prepped on Sundays typically sat in his freezer for longer than a week. Steve was glad that he finally had a change-of-pace; something besides chemical-laden burritos for once.

Chicken, broccoli and brown rice? Or ground turkey and sweet potatoes?

Steve deliberated before opting with the latter.

He popped the frozen meal into his microwave at home and set the timer for five minutes. He stretched for a moment, reaching for the ceiling, and turned his head to crack the kinks out of his neck. The rear door of his house came into focus for a brief second.

Oh yeah, nearly forgot about you

Steve thought. He grabbed another doorstop from his drawer and wedged it into the crevice of the door after turning the deadbolt.

Can't be too careful.

Steve changed out of his work clothes and into a humble pair of baggy shorts from his old high school days. He exhaled as he savored the moment; a peaceful night at home. As much as he loved his company, it felt nice to have a break from the constant motion that being an entrepreneur entailed.

After devouring his dinner and a pint of his favorite lager, Steve perched himself on his bed and opted to spend the last thirty minutes of his night by reading a cheesy spy novel that he was invested in, though rarely had time to actually read. By 9:30pm, Steve opted to go lights-out. The Sandman grasped Steve in his clutches soon after Steve's head hit the pillow. Another welcome change...

RAE

Rae and her crew departed from the safehouse under the cover of darkness; half-past midnight. Just like with the attack on Norlangarth, they opted to take different routes on their way to Steven Sharper's dwelling. The women all dismounted their dirt bikes a half-block away from Steve's home, and had opted to walk the rest of the way there. At 12:45am, they had arrived; the house matching what Google Earth had portrayed. Rae lightly patted Kelly on the ass. Kelly shot back through her blackened visor with a nod.

Kelly ran ahead under the cover of darkness and had slowed her approached to the front door. She shed her backpack and had fished out her lock-picking kit. She went to work on the lock securing Steve's front door. Kelly met much more resistance than expected as her four co-conspirators stood in anticipation.

After two utterly nerve-wracking minutes, Kelly cracks the lock as evidenced by the doorknob turning fully. The busty Latina turned the knob and attempted to push the front door open, however the door wouldn't budge. Kelly started to push the door with all of her might, though the door didn't give way. Kelly took a step back and rammed into the door. Despite the noisy and ill-advised collision, the door still didn't move. The rest of the crew came over to the caramel lock-breaker.

"The fuck are you doing? You'll wake everyone up!" Crystal hissed through her visor.

"It's stuck! It won't move" the fun-sized Miami-native pleaded.

Crystal and Kelly traded nonsensical insults at each other on Steve's front porch. After a few tense moments, Rae violently grabbed a shoulder on both of them; her iron-grip conveying her anger.

STEVE

The loud collision startled him out of bed. Steve was ordinarily a heavy sleeper, though the chronic stress of owning his own business had changed that in recent years. Thus, the loud impact was enough to motivate him out of bed. The sound of a loud thud against a wooden door.

What the fuck was that?

Steve thought to himself, knowing that this was not something that could've been easily rationalized away.

Steve's mind had started to race with possible

what-ifs

, when all of a sudden he heard something. It sounded like...whispering.

That sounds close

Steve thought. Steve was able to tell that multiple voices were present, though couldn't discern what they were saying. Steve's blood pressure rose as he subconsciously knew what was going on.

Instead of flipping to

Why me?,

Steve's mind immediately raced to practicality. Steve opted to keep the lights off in his home; the darkness aided him via the element of surprise. Steve slowly creaked open his bedroom door, and crouch-walked down the hallway to his living room.

RAE

"This bickering will only get us caught" Rae said flatly. "Kelly, try picking the lock on the back door, take Courtney with you as back-up. Split up once inside." Kelly and Courtney nodded as they scampered off to the rear of the house.

Rae turned to Crystal and Michelle "You two, cut through a window on the first floor. Again, split up once inside. I'll come from an opposite direction. Got it?"

Michelle and Crystal both nodded as they went to the far side of the detached ranch-style home. Rae went around to the back of the home towards the bulkhead entrance of the basement. Bulkhead entrances were usually the least secure entrances to most homes; it was a relatively safe bet.

Rae put her hands on the vertical handles of the bulkhead entrance and tried to twist them open. She could feel that while they did not open all of the way, they had at least some give to them. Rae judged from the corrosion that the bulkhead doors were at least 20 years old, given their limited range of motion and their creakiness. Each jiggle of the handle put her on high alert.

Meanwhile, at the west end of the 2000 square-foot home; Michelle set down her backpack and grabbed her glass-cutting kit. She knew that breaking a window would only create more noise, which was the last thing she needed. The window was still a bit above her reach. The nerdy brunette turned to Crystal.

"Can you give me a boost?" Michelle asked, to which Crystal nodded. Crystal squatted down in front of Michelle.

Michelle swung a leg over both of Crystal's shoulders and crossed her ankles; just enough to apply light pressure to the sides of Crystal's neck. While Michelle enjoyed the lift- her old boyfriend used to let her sit on his shoulders all of the time-she knew that she still had to work quickly. Michelle dug the blade into the glass as close to the frame of the window as possible. She forcefully yet efficiently dragged the blade across the glass surface in a wide rectangular shape until she made it all the way around. She was pleased with the progress that she had made, though could feel that Crystal couldn't last forever.

Michelle, on her second go-around, dug the blade along the same path, though this time making sure to slightly penetrate the glass of the window. As she made her second pass through, she made sure to attach the suction cup to the outside of the glass, thus making sure the pane would not fall on Crystal. Soon enough, Michelle had pulled off the window and gently set it on the inside of the living room. Michelle reached in and pulled herself inside with a breaststroke motion, taking care not to cut herself on the razor-sharp windowpane.

Once inside the home, Michelle had turned around to open the window fully. She reached a hand out to help pull up Crystal. The vulgar redhead grabbed Michelle's hand and walked up the side of the vinyl siding. A moment later; Michelle and Crystal were in.

STEVE

Steve hid just around the corner and witnessed the two burglars cut through his window and help themselves in. The evidence was undeniable; it was a breaking-and-entering. Steve knew that he had to act. He watched as the two slender catsuited burglars took a few steps into his kitchen, and decided enough was enough.

Steve rounded the corner and ran towards the slightly shorter of the two burglars. Steve lowered his shoulder and lowered his center-of-mass when he collided into the slender criminal at full force. Steve was only five-foot-eight, though was 240 pounds. Before dropping out of college, he was the starting fullback for the school's Division II football team before a freak injury ended his college football career. Steve had gained some cheap-beer and microwave-burrito weight thanks to the sedentary nature of his new life; he played his college ball at a lean 220 pounds. However, his tree-trunk legs still generated more than enough force to slam the unwitting burglar into the wall; half of his house shook as he drove the criminal several inches into the drywall. Steve could feel and hear an audible crunching sound with the collision.

From the corner of his vision, he could see the accomplice charge at him with what appeared to be a baton, or some other blunt object. The other criminal wound up to swing the metal baton with as much force as possible, though Steve squatted down, and launched upwards with an uppercut that landed underneath the chin-piece of the motorcycle helmet. The assailant dropped to the floor instantly, seemingly as if Steve had just hit the

Off Button

. The uninvited guest laid motionless after hitting the floor with a resounding

thud

.

The first lowlife, still lodged into the wall, cried out in agony "What the fuck did you do to her?"

Steve registered something

Her?

Steve couldn't unhear that slip-up.

He approached the first criminal, and unbuckled the chin -strap that kept her motorcycle helmet into place. He ripped off the protective headwear and tossed it aside, revealing what was underneath. Under the moonlight that poured in from the cloudless night sky via his cut-open window; he was able to see a cute brunette, with narrow glasses and soft facial features.

Oh...for fuck's sake

Steve thought as his worst fears were proven to be at least plausible.

Don't tell me these are those fucking fem-lib terrorists

...

He squatted down so that he was at eye-level with Michelle. He felt around her abdomen where he had slammed into her until she winced in pain. It was all the evidence that he needed; she had a broken rib, likely multiple of them. He rested his fist onto her upper abdomen, and applied gentle pressure; just enough until she started to uncomfortably writhe around.

"Tell me, bitch: how many of you came here?"

"I'm not telling;aaaaaaAAAHH" Michelle cried out as Steve methodically drove his hand into the bottom of her rib cage, further aggravating her injury. "FIVE!, there's five of us!"

"Where?"

"I don't know, they all split up" Michelle muscled through with labored breaths "to try to confuse you."

Satisfied with his answer, Steve stood up and went to the end table in his living room. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and some ball-gags. He stuffed the ball-gags into the pocket of his baggy shorts and slid the roll of duct tape a quarter-way down his massive forearm.

He went over to the downed burglar and carefully removed her helmet; revealing her pale skin, strawberry red-hair and bright-colored glasses. He pulled off her shoes and socks before taping her ankles together. He yanked the redhead's wrists behind her back and taped them together too. Michelle looked on in horror.

"What the hell are you doing?" the injured brunette cried out, though her broken ribs reduced her plea to a mere whimper.

Can't have the bitch getting away

Steve thought.

Steve ignored Michelle's pleas and dragged the unconscious redhead across his living room floor. Michelle began to cry out.

"What are you doing? Moving an injured patient like that can-"

"

Patient?"

Steve barked "No, she's a criminal" and sat Crystal up against the wall.

While she was still out, he pulled one of the ball-gags out of his pocket and crammed it into Crystal's mouth. He reached around the back of her head and securely buckled the rubber ball into place, pulling it as tightly into her mouth as he could. Steve then crouch-walked over to Michelle. He began removing her footwear as well.

"What are you doing?" Michelle asked, though her tone was more of a plea than an actual question.

"Have fun escaping on the rocky terrain when it's negative ten outside while you're barefoot, honey" Steve said as he taped her ankles together.

Steve grabbed Michelle's taped together ankles and pulled her out from the indent in the wall, caring little about what that sudden jerk would do to her broken ribs. He callously flipped her over as Michelle was in little condition to fight back. He taped her wrists together behind her back. He perched himself on top of her, using his knee to pin her to the floor with some light pressure. Michelle cried out in pain, though as her mouth opened, Steve seized the opportunity and quickly shoved a ball-gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

He dragged Michelle across his living room floor and plopped her up next to Crystal. He took some duct tape and taped Michelle's thigh to Crystal's thigh, thus further preventing an escape. Steve stepped back to admire his handiwork, as all Michelle could do at this point was looked at him beggingly and spew out some gargled incoherent babble.

"You know what?" Steve said to himself out loud. He squatted down and then unzipped Michelle's catsuit as far down as the front-zipper would go. He pulled the two flaps aside, thus revealing her plump breasts. He pulled down Crystals zipper as well. "Ahhh, that's more like it" Steve said, clearly admiring the view and he got handsy with the defenseless breasts.

COURTNEY

Courtney was on the back porch with Kelly. Much like the front door, Kelly cracked the lock on the back door, though she couldn't get the door to actually budge. Courtney looked over at Kelly.

"Chica, there was a bunch of noise, then some duct tape being unwrapped. Then it got all quiet" Courtney summarized "I'm really worried about Michelle and Crystal." Courtney could still see that Rae was trying to breach the bulkhead, having minimal success in doing so.

"Court, I'm trying to get us in, this door isn't-"

"Fuck the door, I'm going in" Courtney shot back "I'll see you on the other side." Before Kelly had a chance to respond, Courtney broke the window just above the kitchen sink. She used her collapsible baton to take out the last little shards of glass around the interior of the window pane, thus enabling a safe entry. She climbed into the kitchen...

STEVE

Steve heard the sound of glass breaking in his kitchen. He stood up and turned the corner. He saw another burglar in a catsuit with a black motorcycle helmet and a darkened visor. The criminal was struggling to make it through the window. Steve saw his opportunity. He ran towards the window and grabbed the vandal by her underarms with an iron-like grip.

Courtney thrashed as much as she could, but was clearly no match for Steve. He lifted her up on his shoulder and carried her to the living room. As he crossed the threshold from the kitchen into the living room, he picked up his pace and threw Courtney through the large window in his living room. Courtney landed squarely in the thorny rosebush.

Steve took a moment to watch Courtney squirm around in the rosebush, her crying out in frustration; her every movement making the thorns even worse as they tore into her flesh. Satisfied that the rosebush had effectively immobilized Courtney, he went to his front door, and kicked out the door stop so he could open it. He walked out his front door and then approached the front of the rosebush. He grabbed Courtney by the wrist and violently yanked her out of the rosebush, with little regard for her wellbeing.

"Ow, what the actual fuck?!" she cried out, unable to move as dozens of thorns had stabbed her Mediterranean skin. The act of being forcefully pulled out of the bush and being thrown onto the frigid, root-laden front lawn hadn't helped either.

"Yeah" Steve paused for dramatic effect "

What the fuck

is right."

Steve pinned her to the cold, barren ground by placing his knee and some of his bodyweight on her. He removed her footwear before forcefully rolling her over. He unzipped her catsuit and pulled it completely off; she was in no position to fight back. Now fully exposed to the biting cold, he taped her ankles together and her wrists behind her back. Courtney tried to wiggle and jostle away from her captor but to no avail; Steve's overwhelming strength, combined with the unforgiving frigid air, the rocky soil, and the blood loss caused by the several dozen thorn-cuts prevented any meaningful resistance. Finally, he silenced her with a ball-gag.

He grabbed the naked, restrained and muffled woman by her ankles and dragged her inside, with little regard if she hit her head on any of the stairs or the doorframe as he pulled her along. To Steve; criminals weren't deserving of basic human dignity-a deeply ingrained American viewpoint. He tossed the bloodied Courtney up against the wall; naked and covered with nearly a hundred lacerations due to the decaying rosebush. He taped Courtney's thigh to Michelle's, thus securing her in place. Courtney could do little to resist this fate other than yell incoherently. Under the cacophony of gagged female suffering, a strange noise hit Steve's ear.