Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 03:40:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Orpha Kreed <orphinity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Avenging Minerva, Chapter 3 by Orpha Creed

		Avenging Minerva by Orpha Creed
			Chapter 3

	The scent of coffee drifted under the door to the
chamber where Orpha lie chained to the floor. She
opened her eyes and gazed at Garth who was sniffing at
the gap under the door to the hallway. Garth's tail
wagged as a tall slender African American woman
entered the room with a Styrofoam cup of coffee and a
couple of donuts in a bag. The woman knelt down and
removed the lid off of the coffee cup. Raising Orpha's
head with her hand, she slipped her thigh under her
head and neck as though to position her to drink.
	"I've brought you some coffee and a couple of
donuts," the woman said as she held the cup up to
Orpha's lips. "You'll get me in a lot of trouble if
you tell anyone that I did this."
	"I always protect my friends," Orpha replied with a
warm expression from her eyes and tone of voice.
"What's your name dear?"
	"Ramona Jackson,"
	Orpha took a long sip of coffee. "You're very kind to
do this for me Ramona."
	Orpha looked up into her soft, kind eyes as she was
fed the donuts from the crumpled white sack laying
beside her a nibble at a time.
	"They're gonna kill you lady," Ramona said with a sad
tone as she gazed softly back into Orpha's eyes.
	"I know," Orpha replied sadly. "Why would someone
like you be involved with a gang of mean hearted
bitches like these? You don't strike me as the type."
	"They brought me in off the street when they found me
beaten half to death in an alley by a John. I was a
hooker on the street and on my own since I was 13. I
had nowhere else to go so here I am nine years later
seeing to their needs and trying to stay on their good
side."
	"Good side?" Orpha responded sarcastically. "Did you
know Minerva?"
	"Yea," she responded sadly as she closed her eyes and
pursed her lips. "I knew who she was."
	"You say `was' like it was in the past tense."
	"Lady, please!" Ramona said in alarm as she stood,
crumpled the cup and sack and headed for the door.
	"Ramona, please dear, tell me what happened to
Minerva. I'll never reveal that you told me. They're
going to kill me anyway so what difference does it
make if I know?"
	Ramona slipped through the door and was stopped by
Cary as she barged in the room. "What the hell are you
doing in here Ramona?" she barked rudely. "I told you
to have the big room set up for the `Lady Godiva'
routine."
	Ramona dropped her eyes and nodded her head.
	"Well bitch, I see Garth didn't eat you for breakfast
so we can move on into the next phase of our little
games," Cary said coldly as she grimaced at Orpha.
"You're gonna just love this next one!"
	Val and three other large women entered the room and
each took hold of Orphas wrists and ankles.
Unfastening the shackles, they lifted Orpha off the
mat as Cary wrapped her left muscular arm around
Orpha's slender waist.
	"Hang on to her now!" Cary ordered. "She can throw us
all over the room if she gets loose. She fights like a
big jungle cat when she's pissed."
	They carried Orpha out the door, down the hall past
the kitchen and into the large area of the warehouse
where she had seen the chains and torture equipment
when she prowled in the night looking unsuccessfully
for traces of Minerva. As the women continued to hold
Orpha, Cary attached straps to her wrists. She then
walked over to the wall pushed a red button on a
control box. A motor sounded and Orpha felt her arms
being pulled upward as the chains were retracted
noisily through the pulleys mounted on the ceiling
beam. In a few seconds, Orpha's feet lifted from the
floor as she dangled, suspended by the chains several
feet off the floor. Ramona pulled a large, crudely
built wooden sawhorse from a storage room to where
they were. Val placed the sawhorse directly under
Orpha, aligning a large plastic, vertical appendage
attached to the crossbeam with Orpha's genitals. As
Cary depressed the green button on the control, Orpha
began to descend as Val guided the large, plastic
appendage into Orpha's vagina. As Orpha's weight was
borne completely by the crossbeam of the sawhorse, she
felt the incredible pain as it penetrated deep within
her pelvic area from her genitals and pubic mound. Two
if the women tied Orpha's ankles to the A-frame,
securing her unmercifully to the torture rack.
	"Orpha baby, meet Lady Godiva's Horse," Cary said
with a cruel sneer. Do you like the way that feels
sweetie?"
	A tear rolled down Orpha's cheek as she looked at
Cary who was displaying an evil grin. "Did you do this
to Minerva when you killed her Cary?" she asked sadly.
	"Worse!" Cary hissed showing her large, white,
carnivorous teeth in a cold grin. "Want me to
demonstrate how I skinned her alive?" she continued as
she grabbed one of the braided leather whips on the
table, cracking it in the air menacingly.
	Orpha felt a twinge of fear begin to descend on her
at the same time as she felt sexual stimulation of
being totally subdued and violated. She moved her
pelvis slowly against the narrow beam while flexing
her vagina muscles against the appendage that impaled
her.
	Cary approached with a small box and balanced it on
the beam behind Orpha. She removed several items and
held them in front of Orpha continuing to grin like
the Cheshire cat. "Know what these are sweetie?" she
hissed.
	Orpha didn't respond as she continued to escalate in
sexual stimulation. Cary compressed the handles of a
small plastic clothespin, placing the jaws over Orphas
nipple and releasing. Then she repeated the exercise
with the other nipple. Orpha felt the pain shoot
through her, extending through her genitalia and
continuing down to her toes. She closed her eyes and
moved against the appendage now more actively than
before in a state of sexual reverie.
	"What the hell!" Cary barked in amazement. "You're
enjoying this aren't you bitch?"
	Orpha didn't respond but stared at Cary with a
strange, bemused expression in her eyes. "What strange
creatures our species!" Orpha thought to herself as
she slowly gyrated against the beam. " I can't believe
that I'm really getting turned on by this absurdity,"
she continued to think to herself. "There truly is a
dark side of me that I don't comprehend and it seems
to have a mind of it's own," she continued in her
inner thoughts.
	"Let her stay like that for a few hours," Cary
hissed. "She won't enjoy it for long."
	Orpha watched as they left the room and closed the
door. She continued to work her vagina against the
large appendage that penetrated deeply within her. She
moaned softly as the sensations built in intensity and
she approached the threshold of orgasm. Suddenly, she
was caught up in the grip of an orgasm that caused her
to wreath and moan completely out of control,
ultimately screaming with the final, pulsating
release. When it finally subsided, Orpha slumped over,
letting the wrist shackles and chains from above hold
the weight of her upper torso as she continued to
straddle the wooden beam. She opened her eyes and saw
the wet residual coating on the surface of the wood
and the droplets running down her legs just under the
wet, matted hair below her pubic mound. She re-closed
her eyes and let her mind drift away, taking her
thoughts toward Minerva and other fond memories of the
past to await whatever Cary and Val had in mind for
the next session.

	Orpha was awakened by the clatter of a door to one of
the unloading docks at the far end of the warehouse.
Several women gathered around the back of the trailer
truck that had backed up to the dock and started
unloading computers, and stereo systems along with
other electronic contraband. One of the women started
a forklift and drove within the trailer, retrieving a
pallet of small white bags that were shrink-wrapped,
holding the load in place. The pallet was driven up to
a pile of old signs that leaned against a wall which
were slid to one side revealing a large door. The
forklift disappeared through the door and down a steep
ramp to a lower, basement level. The electronic
contraband was placed on large cargo dollies and
rolled into the opening following the forklift.
	"What are you looking at Orpha?" Val asked coarsely.
	"Have a little side business Val?" Orpha asked
sarcastically. "What other kind of crap are you broads
involved in? Lets see, theft, drugs, prostitution, and
... Oh yes I almost forgot, you murder people too
don't you? You and Cary murdered Minerva didn't you?"
	Val sneered at Orpha. "You'll be joining Minerva soon
bitch! Just keep shooting off your big mouth and it
may be sooner than you think!" She growled as she
punched the red button, raising Orpha upward until the
restraints on her ankles began to lift the wooden
sawhorse. Val untied Orpha's ankle restraints and
continued to elevate her until her feet were about two
feet off the floor. Sliding the sawhorse over to one
side, Val picked up one of the whips, whirled it
around overhead and let it strike Orpha across her
butt with a sharp snap.
The searing pain shot through Orpha's body like a bolt
of lightening. Again, the whip hissed as it whirled
through the air and connected with Orpha's naked
thighs with snap. Orpha began to winch, feeling the
affects of the burning pain as her neurons switched to
the overload mode and she began to feel chilblains
forming on her skin.
	"I have to get control here," Orpha thought to
herself as she prepared for another impact of the
whip.
	Cary stuck her head in the door and glared at the
spectacle. "Get in here Val," she ordered as she
motioned with her hand. "We'll take care of the bitch
later but lets see to business first and pleasure
later."
	Val tossed the whip on the table and headed for the
door to join the others in the lounge. "See you later
pussycat," she hissed as she departed through the
door.

	Orpha hung by her wrists as she recapped Val's words
in her mind: "You'll be joining Minerva soon." The
words echoed through her thoughts repeatedly as she
began to feel herself transitioning into a state of
mind that she hadn't experienced for over nine years,
a state of mind that she was trained to maintain in
the heat of an extreme survival environment when in
the grip of  "harm's way". Suddenly, she felt a gentle
touch on and her thighs and butt and a feeling of
caressing warmth. Orpha looked down and into the soft
brown fawn eyes of Ramona who was gently applying an
ointment to her large, red, swollen welts that
extended across her butt and thighs.
	"This should ease the stinging a little since it
contains hydrocortisone," Ramona whispered as she
continued to apply the ointment. "I used this same
tube on Minerva but she was whipped so unmercifully
that she was beyond help. She cried for mercy but they
just kept on beating her until she passed out." Ramona
pointed toward the table at a black rubber ball
attached to a leather strap. "They put that gag in her
mouth because they said that the screams hurt their
ears."
	Tears trickled down Orpha's cheeks. "Perhaps she went
into shock at some point," Orpha said as her voice
took on a deep vibrato tone and her eyes became
affixed on the gag in a cold icy stare.
	"Orpha, I'm going to set you free but you must take
me with you. They'll kill me for sure," Ramona said as
she walked toward the green lift control button.
	"Stop Ramona. I know what I'm doing dear. Meet me
back here at 3:30 in the morning. Can you get here at
that early hour?"
	"Sure, but why not get the hell out of here now?"
	"Humor me dear! It will all be revealed to you in due
time." Orpha replied in an almost unearthly tone as
her brain began to process a plan of recourse and
resolve. "See you in the morning dear and be very
careful."