Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 14:32:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orpha Kreed <orphinity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Avenging Minerva, Chapter 5 by Orpha Creed

		Avenging Minerva   Chapter 5
	Orpha recapitulated everything that she saw and heard
in her mind as she hung by her wrists from the chains
that were part of an old chain hoist. She slowly swung
back and forth as she reviewed her thoughts with her
eyes fixed intently upon the whip that was no doubt
used on Minerva, causing her cruel demise by the
twisted minds of Cary and Val.  She thought about her
earlier phone conversation with Jane Daniels,
Administrative Director for the LA office of the CIA.
Orpha's roughly laid plan began to clearly form in her
mind as the clock ticked away the time. She knew that
she only had a matter of a few minutes to implement
and complete her plan from the time that Val and Cary
would arrive to the pre-scheduled time of the FBI and
Local Police raid that Jane had promised to arrange.
	Orpha had dozed off for a short period of time when
she heard the heavy, steel front door slam with a
metallic clack. "I have to force myself to become
fully conscious and operational and right now!" Orpha
thought to herself as she concentrated on increasing
her heart rate from its' usual 65 beats per minute to
about 98. She felt the blood rushing to her brain and
felt the warmth of oxygen-enriched blood rushing
through her major muscles.
	Orpha's pale blue eyes turned toward Val as she
entered her line of vision in a cold icy stare. Her
mind and body was now in a state of siege. This mode
of body and mind preparation was part of her intense
training in a remote Japanese temple, a cult of
females where she had been raised by a priestess who
was a direct descendent of the Emperor.  This cult of
cat-like women was located on a small remote island,
part of a string of islands located off the Southern
tip of Japan called the Ryukyu Islands. Orpha had been
very secretive about her origin and dark past. Perhaps
we'll learn more about this strange, exotic segment of
her life at another time.
	"Well bitch, Tired of just hanging around and anxious
to get into the fun?" Val hissed mockingly, showing
her large carnivorous teeth in her large evil grin.
	Orpha said nothing but continued to stare into Val's
bloodshot eyes.
	"I'll wait until some of my friends get here, then
I'm gonna whip the shit out of you bitch!" Val said
laughingly.
	"Why wait Val, why not a little taste of what you can
do?" Orpha said coldly.
	Val glared at Orpha, picked up the braided leather
whip and cracked it across Orpha's thighs. Instead of
screaming with pain, Orpha moaned in ecstasy,
wreathing and sliding her long, shapely legs together.

	Val looked startled as she drew back for another
lash.
	"Put one between my legs and across my genitals Val.
I want to feel it there!" Orpha moaned as though
thoroughly enjoying the experience and the pain.
	"You little bitch. You like it don't you?"
	"Mmmmm!!" Orpha responded loudly as she parted her
legs, exposing her genitals. Her labia extended
outward from the parted vulva, moving and pulsating as
though they were alive and with a mind of their own.
The wet, viscous fluids from within Orpha's open,
throbbing vagina glistened as the big halogen lights
above reflected off of the wetness of the spectacle in
front of Val's lusting eyes.
	"Well you little bitch, you really are into this
aren't you. Maybe I should just keep you around as my
slave. You could lay at my feet and I could keep you
on a chain next to Garth. You could slide up between
my legs and lick me out whenever I wanted. Would you
like that bitch?"
	Orpha didn't respond. Instead, she drew both legs
upward until both thighs were against her stomach,
spreading them apart to stretch her genitals further
open. She began making a deep moaning sound, much like
a cat in heat. She looked up at the ceiling, rolling
her large blue eyes in total ecstasy.
	Val moved closer, sliding the handle of the whip
between the open, drenching wet lips of Orpha's
genitals.
	"Mmmmmmm!" Orpha responded again as the spherical
handle made contact with her clitoris, causing her to
wreath and gyrate her hips.
	Val dropped the whip, stepped closer and pressed her
mouth into Orpha's gaping genital interior, extending
her tongue deep into Orpha while wrapping her large
muscular arms around Orpha's butt. Orpha continued to
hold her legs almost straight up as she looked down at
the top of Val's head with an intense, severe flash of
resolve in her cold pale-blue eyes.
	As though Orpha was struck with a bolt of lightening,
her body lurched in a gigantic spasm of muscular
reflex. Her legs aligned with the horizon, then came
together like a gigantic pair of scissors, her right
thigh whapping Val's temple while the left collided
with the side of her throat. The resulting misaligned
impact caused Val's neck to snap with a sickening pop,
much like the snap of a rotten tree limb would make if
you cracked it over your knee. The pulleys attached
near the roof that held the chains by which Orpha was
suspended, clanked loudly as the shock wave of her
abrupt, explosive movement traveled up the chains.
	Val went totally limp and fell to the floor like a
large sack of soft lard. Her eyes gazed up at Orpha as
her life slowly drifted into oblivion. Her spinal cord
completely severed, she neither able to breath or
control the functions of her heart and lungs.
	The last thing she saw was the intense revenge in
Orpha's icy stare. "Just a little something form
Minerva," Orpha said in a cold, low, unearthly tone.
	Orpha hung for a few seconds watching the light of
life fade away in Val's bulging eyes. She then
dislocated her thumbs and slid out of the wrist
restraints, hitting the floor in a crouch over Val's
lifeless body like a large cat just after a kill.
	The door to the lounge slammed back against the wall
as Cary stepped through, followed by five of the other
women who came to watch Orpha's demise at the hands of
Cary and Val. "What in the hell is this!" Cary
screamed in horror as she stared at Val's lifeless
body. "What have you done to her bitch?"
	Orpha remained crouched like a stealthy cat, staring
coldly into Cary's cruel eyes. Her body and mind had
now made the total shift to the "siege" mode. As her
body's metabolism sped up to an astonishing rate, the
movements of her adversaries began to slow as though
in slow motion.
	Cary moved forward toward Orpha at a dead run. "Gonna
blow your damned head off bitch!" she screamed as she
unzipped the front of her leather jacket and began to
pull a small handgun from a shoulder holster. Her
jacket was now completely open down the front,
revealing the cleavage of Cary's breasts and the upper
portion of her abdomen.
	Orpha's pale blue eyes were now almost iridescent as
she continued to stare into Cary's eyes. As she sprang
forward from her crouched position, she flattened her
right hand, locking it very stiff and robust into a
form that resembled a slender garden trowel. As she
grabbed Cary's gun hand with her left hand, she
plunged her grotesquely stiffened right hand into
Cary's chest cavity just below her sternum. She
tightly grasped Cary's aorta, at the top of her heart,
and with an explosive jerk in the opposite direction,
pulled her entire heart out of her chest while
continuing to grasp her aorta in a death grip.
	Cary screamed and dropped the handgun. "Who in the
hell are you for God's sake?"
She screamed in terror.
	"I'm Minerva's Avenging Angel of Death, come to send
you to hell you evil bitch," Orpha responded in a low
but intense tone of voice as she tightened her grip on
the major arteries just above and leading into her
heart.
	Cary gasped and hissed, trying to curse at Orpha but
was unable as she was slowly overtaken by shock and
the darkness of her inevitable death.
	Orpha pulled a small dagger from a sheath in Cary's
belt. She sliced a small piece from the left ventricle
of Cary's heart muscle and placed it in her own mouth,
chewing and swallowing it as she continued to stare
coldly into Cary's bulging, defiant eyes. Cary let out
a gasp; then collapsed.
	Part of the ancient culture under which Orpha was
raised, was to eat your mortal enemy's heart when
slain by your own hand. It's a secret ritual and can't
be discussed at this time.
	The five other women moved closer, staring at Cary's
heart, which was now fibrillating as it bounced and
slapped against Cary's abdomen.
	The smaller and more nervous of the group of women
screamed at the top of her lungs, while the others
just stared in horror of what they had just witnessed.
	Orpha now stood facing them, blood covered her right
forearm and hand as well as a trickle of red from the
corner of her mouth as she stared intently into their
bulging eyes. "Cary won't be working with you girls in
the future. Her heart just isn't in it anymore," she
said sardonically.

	The moments of silence that followed was broken by a
sudden burst of gunfire from an automatic rifle. A
garbled voice over a bullhorn out in the street and
the loud bang of a battering ram against the front
door told Orpha that it was time to "get the hell out
of Dodge." She bolted toward the sliding door to the
cellar, threw the signs clear, unlocked and slid to
door to one side and disappeared into the dark abyss
below. She had thoughtfully laid the flashlight on the
floor just inside the door which she grabbed as she
ran. She tugged the ancient, wooden door open and ran
along the corridor as rats scurried across the
flashlight beam. She found the room where the ceiling
had collapsed and squeezed through the narrow crevasse
until she saw the faint morning light above. She
crawled out of the ruins of the old burned, collapsed
building and looked across the street toward the
LeFranz Hotel. She breathed a sigh of relief when she
saw her MG parked at the curb. Three large youths
about age18 or 19 were trying to get Ramona to open
the door. The only thing that deterred their access
was Garth. His large head was lurching from side to
side as the men tried to open the doors and his
viscous, aggressive lunges deterred their progress.
The largest alpha male of the group saw Orpha
approaching the MG. The muscles of her slender, naked
body rippled as she gracefully walked across the
street. Her resilient body absorbed the motions of her
stride and her head floated motionless in a forward
direction, her eyes fixed intently on the large youth
moving toward her.
	"Hey Poon Babe! Were'd you come from? Wooooo! Look at
you mamma! I got somthin fo you to wrap doze big, long
legs aroun baby! Woooeeeee! Ask an ye shall
reeeceeeive! The big 6' 4" teenager yelled as he
walked toward Orpha who was now in the middle of the
deserted street.
	When the big youth reached to grab Orpha's wrist, he
found himself spinning in mid air, manipulated by
movements faster than he had ever seen, followed by a
hard landing on paving bricks that formed the street.
His lights went out suddenly as his head impacted the
hard surface. The other two youths backed away,
holding their hands with palms up in a submissive
gesture.
	Orpha slid in behind the wheel. Garth, excited with
Orpha's presence, lapped the side of her face with his
tongue as his tail slapped against the window.
	"Is he dead?" Ramona asked as she looked at the big
kid stretched out in the street.
	"No, he'll be alright. Fortunately his brain is in
his dick and not his head like most folks," Orpha
replied sarcastically as she put the MG in gear and
headed out from the curb.
	Pulling up to the curb about two blocks down form the
produce warehouse, Orpha removed a pair of binoculars
form the glove compartment. The lights atop the police
cars flashed in the dim light morning light as men
clad in black uniforms and baseball caps ran in and
out of the building, dragging the women form the Outer
Darkness as they struggled to get free. Standing on
the sidewalk near the main door, she saw Jane Daniels
engaged in conversation with a tall slender man in a
black suit and tie.
	Orpha flipped on her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hi Jane, is that your FBI friend that you mentioned
and is he elated at what was found?"
	"Orpha?"
	"Uh huh."
	The moment was interrupted as a large truck from the
Bomb Squad whizzed by followed by an ambulance with
their sirens screaming. They both pulled up in front
of the warehouse entrance.
	"Tell the Bomb Squad that it would be easier for them
to pull around back to the loading dock so they can
load the plastic explosives with a forklift sitting in
the storage room," Orpha commented laughingly.
	"I'll tell them honey," Jane replied shaking her
head. "Where the hell are you sweetie? How the hell
did you take those two behemoths down the way you did?
I haven't seen that kind of brutal combat since we
encountered the Russian Mafia in Prague back in the
old days.
	"It was self defense Jane."
	"That was apparent Orpha. The bureau or LAPD won't
need to talk to you. You can just disappear back into
your twilight world or wherever it is that you go. If
you ever want to come back to the agency again, just
let me know. There's only one like you in this world
that I know of!"
	"By by Jane," Orpha replied as she pulled out and
headed for the coast highway.

Continued in the next chapter.
Love ya,  Orpha