Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 12:57:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Orpha Kreed <orphinity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Avenging Minerva, Chapter 2 by Orpha Creed

		Avenging Minerva by Orpha Creed
			Chapter 2
	Orpha jumped on the expressway and exited at the L.A
International Airport. She pulled into long term
parking, slipped her wallet and belongings into the
trunk and carefully placed the keys on a structural
member under the body frame. She then sprinted across
the front of the main terminal and down a flight of
stairs to the underground tram station. A few minutes
later, she was on a tram bound for the inner city.
	Having memorized the maps of the old "L.A. Produce
District" just south of the stockyards, she headed in
the general direction of Cary's address and the
location of the "Outer Darkness" group provided to her
by Jane Daniels, now with the local L.A. office of the
Central Intelligence Agency. As she continued to walk,
the population on the sidewalks began to diminish
until all that were left were a few homeless sitting
in doorways and along the curb. Addresses weren't
displayed adequately in the area where she felt the
location existed, so she calculated the approximate
location.
	An old but husky woman stepped out from a door
carrying an armload of old tattered clothes and
started down the concrete steps toward the sidewalk.
	Orpha looked up at the woman and smiled. "I'm looking
for my friend who lives in this area, have you seen
her lately and do you know where she might be?" Orpha
asked as she held out the picture of Cary.
	The old woman grimaced at the picture, stained and
decayed teeth showing below her herpetic upper lip.
She scowled at Orpha and pointed at the next doorway
to her left.
	Orpha walked to the doorway and tried to turn the
knob of the very robust lock assembly. A motion
detector clicked over her head and the almost
inaudible whurr of a tiny motor caused a camera to
move under a molded concrete roof a few feet above the
door. A solenoid clacked within the lockset and Orpha
was allowed to enter the building.  She was drawn
toward a room where muffled music and laughter echoed
through a closed metal sliding door.
	Orpha slid the door to one side and stuck her head
inside. "Hi Sweet Cheeks," A large muscular woman
greeted as she stared at Orpha wantonly, her flexed,
bulging arm muscles extending out of a black imitation
leather jacket.
	Orpha glanced at the woman, then at seven women
sitting in very plush chairs and couches around the
room dressed in similar attire. "Hi," she responded
timidly. "Got anything good to drink in this place?"
	The large woman grabbed Orpha's arm and twisted it to
where the inside of her arm was exposed. "No tracks,
just who the hell are you baby? I never seen you
around here before? Are you a cop?"
	"Hell no, I'm just looking for a friend of mine."
	"And who might this friend be love?"
	"Cary Hemler. Have you seen her lately?"
	"Shit babe, nobody looks for Cary unless they're a
cop, a big cop!" the woman responded with an evil grin
which she exchanged with the other women in the room.
"Cary would eat you for breakfast, that is after she
fucks you to death!" she bellowed, followed by a deep
horselaugh as she exchanged boastful glances with the
other women.
	"Cary and I get along just fine. Do you know where
she might be,?" Orpha asked politely.
	"She'll be along. I expect her at any time now. What
would you like to drink sweetie?"
	"I'll have a vodka rocks with some ice water on the
side if that's OK with you."
	The big woman nodded and walked behind the bar. She
withdrew a bottle of cheap vodka from the freezer and
poured it over a glass of ice as she held a second
glass under the spigot of a small bar sink. Orpha
sensed that the woman was putting something into her
drink, which was hidden behind the bar out of her
sight but didn't respond.
	The woman walked over and set the two glasses on the
table in front of Orpha and sat down very close to
her. "My name's Val," the big woman announced. "What's
yours?"
	"Mine's Orpha," she responded with a flirtatious
smile.
	Orpha exchanged the water and vodka glass in a split
second when the woman was distracted momentarily,
hoping that the suspected drug was in the glass with
the vodka. She sipped the water slowly and
occasionally lifted the vodka glass to her lips
without drinking, sipping a small sample and drawing
the scent of the liquid into her nostrils. She
detected a sight scent of an exotic drug called
"Excitroclamine" which caused extreme neural
dysfunction along with drowsiness and heightened
sexual receptiveness.
	As time progressed, Orpha began to act tipsy and
clumsily spilled the vodka on the floor. "Oops, oh
well, its only water!" she slurred as she downed the
balance of the remaining drug free glass. Being a
doctor, Orpha knew how to fake being drugged with
Exitroclamine as she stood and collapsed limply on the
floor next to the big woman's feet.
	"Woooh! Do I feel crazy," Orpha responded as she
continued to fake the affects of the drug. "Mmmm! I do
wish that Cary were here to take care of me,"
	"I'm right here Orpha," a familiar, husky voice
announced from behind Orpha's slightly elevated head
as she lay on the floor wreathing and acting stoned.
	"Oh hi Cary! I didn't hear you come in."
	"Come to visit me sweetie?" Cary asked with an evil
tone of voice.
	"I came to see if you know where Minerva might be.
Have you seen her?"
	Cary knelt down on one knee beside Orpha. "Yea, you
might say that I seen her. I also fucked her, licked
her, beat the shit out of her and..., Well you don't
really want to know. If you're real good sweetie, I'll
make sure that you join her though." Cary responded as
she grinned wickedly at the other women in the room.
	Orpha felt a dark depression grip her as she pondered
Cary's words and looked deep into Cary's cold,
menacing eyes. "What have you done Cary? Have you...!"
	Before Orpha could finish her question, Cary scooped
her up in her arms as Orpha hung limp with her head
dangling back as she continued to fake being drugged.
The other women stood and opened a door at the back of
a room. They all walked down a hallway in what was
once a large warehouse where produce had been stored
and sold about 60 years in the past. They entered a
room with one large barred window, filthy with dust
and cobwebs. Cary placed Orpha on a king sized
mattress laying in the center. Near each corner of the
mattress, there was an eyebolt fastened to the
concrete floor. From each eyebolt, there was a length
of chain with shackles at the end. Cary fastened the
shackles to Orpha's wrists and ankles, stretching her
out across the mattress on her back.
Cary and Val knelt down on the mattress beside Orpha
and removed a fairly large switchblade from their
tight leather pants. Orpha watched as they cut through
her clothing, removing everything and throwing them in
the corner of the room. When Orpha was naked, they
stood up and stared down at Orpha who was continuing
to act stoned, wreathing around on the mattress as the
chains held her arms and legs outstretched.
	"Nice little picnic lunch I prepared here!" Cary said
boastfully as she flashed her evil grin at the other
women. "I think I'll have a little appetizer right
now!"
	Orpha watched as Cary and Val removed their own
clothes. "Cary, what did you do with Minerva?" she
asked shyly. "Please tell me Cary. Val, please tell
me."
	"Shut up bitch," Cary barked back at Orpha as she
strapped a large 9" dildo around her pelvic area. "I'm
gonna fuck your brains out you fucking bitch."
	"OK honey, then will you tell me what happened to
Minerva?"
	Cary didn't respond but pounced down on Orpha,
inserting the head of the large black dildo in Orphas
vagina, now very wet from the sheer excitement of her
predicament. Cary pushed forward as Orpha raised her
hips to better align and accommodate the large molded
plastic penis. Cary pumped it in and out rapidly as
Orpha's excitement escalated as the rapacious act
being done to her continued.
	Orpha stretched her neck as she looked back toward
the door, watching the expression on the women's face
and eyes as they watched. "Ohhhh Cary, deeper baby,
deeper. Pleeeease!" she ordered between her screams of
ecstasy.
	Cary grasped Orpha's hair, jerking her head toward
her. She pressed her mouth over Orpha's, extending her
tongue inside Orpha's mouth as she continued to
rapidly impale her on the massive dildo, their tummies
slapping vulgarly together in rapid succession.
	Orpha let herself go over the edge and started into a
violent orgasm, screaming and squirming intensively
against the mattress while straining against the chain
restraints on her arms and legs. When it was over she
fell limp and closed her eyes whimpering just enough
to display her satisfaction of what had just occurred.

	"If I play along, they will eventually tell me the
whereabouts and status of Minerva. If I resist,
they'll only make it worse and they'll eventually kill
me when they tire of me," Orpha thought to herself as
she lay motionless, staring longingly at Cary.
	Cary removed the dildo and stood straddling Orpha's
face, staring straight down at her. Cary slowely
lowered her body down until her genitals contacted
Orpha's face and mouth. Orpha stared at Cary's eyes
through the mass of her black, dense pubic hair. Orpha
then slowely extended her tongue, gently touching
Cary's clitoris while gently sucking the blood gorged,
swollen appendage into her mouth.
	Cary moaned with delight. "If you hurt me in any way
bitch, I'll cut your throat. Do you understand me?"
	Orpha gazed up at Cary and nodded her head in
agreement as far as the restriction of Cary's large
muscular thighs would permit. "Mmmm Hmmmm!" she
replied, muffled by the large, wet mass covering her
face and mouth.
	As the other women in the room removed their clothes
and crawled in close around the spectacle taking place
on the mattress, Cary went into a clitoral orgasm,
wreathing and moaning with her low frequency voice.
"You're good Orpha. Bet you can make me come again if
you try!" she bellowed.
	As Orpha worked her tongue back towards Cary's gaping
vagina, she felt a tongue from one of the previous
onlookers working its way inside her own vagina while
others began to lick and suck her nipples, navel and
even her toes. Hands pawed over her entire body. "I
feel like the roasted pig at a luau," she thought to
herself. Orpha allowed herself to enjoy the event,
knowing full well that eventually she would achieve
the upper hand.
	After what seemed like hours, some of the women
became tired of the feeding frenzy and just collapsed
on and around the mattress. One of the women held
Orpha's head on her lap while she poured beer in her
mouth which Orphas drank willingly.
	"Where's Minerva, please tell me," Orpha asked
politely.
	No one responded as they all began to gather up their
things and leave through the door. Cary checked the
shackles on Orpha's limbs while Val walked over to one
of the doors in the room.
	"Wissssst!" Val whistled. "Get in here Garth," she
ordered.
	"A large black male German Shepherd trotted into the
room and started sniffing around Orpha.
	"Garth! Go lay down, NOW!" Val screamed.
	The dog cowered and crawled over to the pile of rags
that were once Orpha's clothes and flopped down,
staring at Orpha with wide inquisitive eyes.
	"If you try anything during the night, Garth will
tear your throat out," Cary hissed with an evil smile.
"I'm not kidding Orpha, Garth's a killer."
	Orpha nodded her head in agreement.

	A dim nightlight glowed in a receptacle just under
the barred window. Orpha raised her head and stared at
the dark shadow lying in the corner. The light
reflected off of two eyes in the darkness that stared
back with a chilling affect.
	Orpha looked around the room and spotted a pile of
old newspapers along side her mattress. She noticed
that the shackles on her wrists were metal and had a
key lock. The ones on her ankles were made of heavy
leather and were only fastened by a heavy steel
buckle. She glanced once more in the direction of the
dog, which had now closed its eyes and lowered its
head on what was left of Orpha's sweatshirt.
	 Orpha worked the joints of both of her thumbs
completely out of their sockets and manipulated both
thumbs around to the middle of her palms making her
hands smaller than her wrists. She slowly, quietly
slipped her hands out of the wrist shackles, working
the thumb joints back into place. Continuing to lay
flat, she positioned her body to where she could
unbuckle her left ankle restraint while watching for
movement from the dog. Within a few seconds she had
the restraints off of her ankles. With her right hand,
she quietly reached beside the mattress and gathered
several sheets of newspaper and stacked them neatly in
a pile.
	Taking a deep breath, she jumped to her feet and
moved back toward the wall to where the dim nightlight
was between her and the dog. The dog jumped to its
feet and stood growling at Orpha who just stood
staring into the dog's eyes while holding the
newspaper in one hand. The big German Shepherd lunged
past the light toward Orpha but she slapped the paper
over the dogs eyes like a shield. Startled, the dog
jumped back but not before Orpha could spin around at
lightening speed and grab the dog's neck and head
between her muscular thighs. As the dog thrashed to
break loose, Orpha wrapped both hands around the dog's
mouth holding it shut while putting two fingers over
the dog's nostrils. The dog continued to thrash
violently in an attempt to buck loose from Orpha's
death grip, but her long, powerful, muscular legs
clamped tight and she stayed connected to him as he
pulled her allover the room. Eventually the dog
stopped resisting as the oxygen in it's lungs became
depleted and ti's large muscles became oxygen starved.
When Orpha felt the dog go limp, she removed her hand
and allowed the dog to take a breath. Flipping him on
his back, she opened her mouth wide and drove her
teeth into the dog's exposed throat. She dug her teeth
in more forcefully every time the dog attempted to
move. The dog finally froze in fear and submission as
Orpha continued to tightly grip its throat within her
mouth.
	Orpha released the dog and jumped to her feet.
"GARTH! GO LAY DOWN, NOW!" she bellowed imitating
Val's voice.
	The confused, bewildered dog cowered whimpering and
crawled over to the corner, flopping down on the pile
of rags.
	Orpha tried the doors to the room and found them to
be unlocked. The clock over the bar read 1:23 AM. She
flipped on a small lamp as she began to go through
drawers and pigeonholes of a desk at the end of the
bar. She found a small handgun and thought a moment
about hiding it in case she needed it later but
changed her mind, removing the magazine and placing it
in another drawer under some papers. On a shelf behind
the bar, she found a large flashlight. She turned it
on after turning off the lamp, then she went back to
the hallway and started toward the room where she was
restrained.
	Garth stuck his head out of the door and seemed to
droop and cower as she approached. "Come on Garth,
here boy, go with me," she ordered as the dog moved
next to her, positioned against her right leg while
wagging his tail. In a door to the left she saw a
large kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she removed
some lunchmeat and cheese. She ate a large quantity of
the protein and gave the remainder to the dog who
gratefully devoured the remainder. She then removed a
can of Miller Light and began to sip the contents,
pouring the remainder into a small bowl, giving it to
the dog. As she looked through some to the drawers in
the kitchen, she felt Garth's cold, wet beer soaked
nose against her leg as he adoringly licked her salty
skin.
	"Lets go big guy," she ordered, as she started for
another door that led deeper into the complex. She
searched the lower level, then bolted up a stairway to
what had once been offices which full of old records
and dilapidated desks from 60 years ago. She then
walked out onto a catwalk that continued across a
large space that had once been the main produce
warehouse. She directed the light up toward the
ceiling where there were exposed steel beams forming
the roof superstructure and pipes running across the
large void below. Suddenly, her flashlight beam hit a
large mat on the floor below. Dangling from the
ceiling just over the mat, were chains that extended
down from pulleys mounted to one of the steel beams
above. Next to the mat, were tables containing whips
and other menacing looking torture devices. Orpha
bounded down a steel stairway to the main floor and
over to the mat. The shackles attached to the end of
the chains were made of heavy webbing with steel
buckles to restrain the victims. The whips were
braided leather with a six inch strap of leather
extending at the tip. The handle was tightly wrapped
leather, ending with a spherical rubber appendage at
the end.
	Orpha whirled the whip over her head and made it
crack in mid air. "Holy shit," she said in amazement
as she felt herself getting wet from the fantasies
that were leaping through her mind, her imagination
picturing the events that might have taken place here
in the past.
	Orpha, accompanied by the dog roamed through every
nook and cranny of the old produce warehouse but found
nothing that would relate to Minerva's whereabouts. As
the first signs of daylight began to show through the
filthy, dusty windows of the building, Orpha led the
dog back into the room where she was restrained. She
fastened the buckles on her ankle restraints, popped
her thumbs out of their sockets and slid her hands
back into their respective shackles and closed her
eyes. Garth flopped down on his bed of rags and went
to sleep as well.

		  Continued in chapter 5.