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."