Target: Terror Zako Fan-Fictions

Xmenfan85

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Hey everyone!

This is a forum dedicated to fans of the hot zako terrorists from the 2004 arcade game Target: Terror. The purpose of this forum is for fans to come together and create and share some fan-fictions for any of the featured terrorists from the game. I love each and every one of these terrorists and something that I've wanted to do for a while is build and write stories around them that really flesh them out as characters. The game itself was short and didn't feature a whole lot of levels, nor did it give any depth to any of the terrorists. This is a perfect opportunity to do just that.

What to do:

Write your own fan-fiction featuring at least one of the female terrorists (I'll list them below). Your story can be set within one of the game's levels or you could choose to write one outside of the game itself. Some examples of that could be an origin story for any of the terrorists or perhaps a short story featuring two terrorists set before one of the main levels. You can write as many as you desire. You are not required to connect your story with another's, however you're free to do so if you wish. Be as creative and wild as you want! Also, feel free to give your thoughts to other stories that you read.

Known Terrorists:

Amy Black:
98627


Amy Red:
98614


Audrey:
98615


Britt Black:
98616


Britt Red:
98617


Niki Dominatrix:
98618


Niki Ninja:
98619


Niki Pink:
98621


Niki Red:
98620


Niki Slave:
98622


Niki Tube Top:
98626


Tanya Baseball Bat:
98623


Tanya Knife:
98624


Tanya Shotgun:
98625


Have fun with this! I'm excited to see what you guys come up with!
 

Xmenfan85

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Tanya Knife Origin Story:

Tanya sat quietly in the upper levels of the warehouse, watching her fellow terrorists below preparing for the next day's operation as she sharpened her knife. She was anxious for what was about to come in the next several hours. She could feel the goosebumps all across her arms. But she wasn't scared. She was hungry. Like a vampire, she was hungry for blood. It was time to make those rich fuckers pay.

As she sat patiently, she began to reflect on her childhood. She remembered living with her mother in a tiny house located in Southern California. The two lived in a poor neighborhood, filled with violence and drugs. Her mother was crippled after suffering from a deadly accident and usually stood at home and laid in bed without rarely leaving her room once, meaning Tanya had to rely on herself to obtain food to survive. She was an expert when it came to burglary. Everyday after school during her high school years, she would walk over to the upper class neighborhoods and sneakily break into one of the big houses where she knew held a lot of money. There were times where she was nearly caught by one of the owners or by one of the neighbors. But she always managed to get away. After the first three times, she always felt scared. Scared of getting caught. Scared of being taken away from her mother. She had already been arrested once for pick pocketing someone on the sidewalk. That nearly destroyed her mother when she found out. But after a short while, her mother forgave her for what she had done. But her mother had to eat, and so did Tanya. She had to provide for them somehow. After at least five times of successfully stealing from the rich, she began to develop a joy for breaking into houses. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins and every time she managed to get away, she smiled to herself in satisfaction.

One day however, she didn't smile at all. As she was heading home one day from school, she was stopped on the corner by a couple of her classmates. There were four of them, all coming out of a very expensive black Sedan. The rich gals. The leader of whom was Rose. A snobby rich girl that came from a wealthy family. Along with her were her minions. Sarah, Isabelle, and Britt. Tanya could tell by the look in their eyes, that they were looking for trouble.

"Whatcha got there?" Rose asked.

"Nothing," Tanya replied. "What's it to you?"

Sarah spoke. "You see over the last few weeks, somebody's been sneaking into some of our houses. Portions of our family's money suddenly began to disappear."

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" asked Rose.

Tanya said nothing. She held her breath and she began to think how to respond. The obvious thing she could think of was to say "no." But would that be enough? Would they believe her?

She couldn't think any longer. They were expecting a response and she gave them one. "No," she finally said.

"You sure about that? Because a little bird told me that they spotted a little blonde bitch jumping out of Isabelle's house yesterday. Said she was carrying a gray backpack, kind of like the one you're carrying right now," said Rose.

Tanya didn't know what to say. She felt trapped. She wasn't sure how to respond to that. She looked down, to notice that her legs were beginning to shake.

Rose and Sarah exchanged looks before doing the same with the other two. Most of them nodded with the exception of Britt, who stood quietly in the back feeling unsure about everything that was happening.

"Grab her," Rose said to Sarah and Isabelle.

Tanya began to run, but the two girls were quick and grabbed her by the shoulders before slamming her into a nearby wall. She dropped to the floor and the two grabbed her shoulders and held her up against the wall. She tried to break free but she couldn't. They removed her backpack and threw it to the ground. Rose walked up to it and unzipped it.

"Please stop!" Tanya asked Rose.

The rich girl took out two stacks of a hundred dollar bills and looked up at Tanya, with an evil grin on her face. She began to chuckle a little. She looked over at Britt. "Britt, take her paints off."

Tanya looked over at Britt, who stood there by the street, not entirely sure what to do. Like Tanya, she looked frightened as well. "Come on, Rose there's no need for any of this," she said.

"No need?! This poor bitch has been stealing from us these past few weeks and you're saying we shouldn't do anything to her?" Rose was starting to look furious with Britt. But the latter continued to stand there, not willing to comply with Rose's orders.

"Fine. You want to be a pussy, then I'll fucking do it myself." Rose walked up to Tanya and pulled down her jeans. Tanya began to kick and nearly managed to land a blow to Rose's face. The rich girl took out a knife from her paints. It was a military style combat knife and it was big. "You're gonna pay for everything, you little bitch," she said while maintaining her nasty looking grin.

Tanya begged her to stop, but it wasn't enough. She felt the cold sharp blade pierce her upper left thigh as she began to scream. She felt the warm blood running down her leg down to her dirty sneakers. Before long it was finally over. She couldn't remember how long it lasted, but it felt pretty long. Like ten minutes long. She laid on the sidewalk alone. Her paints were still down, showing the piercing cut that Rose did to her leg. They took the money she stole from yesterday and drove off. She felt tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so alone than ever before.

When she finally returned home, she had entered her mother's bedroom, only to discover that she was missing. She called out, hoping to hear a response. She didn't hear a thing. She called out again. Like before, there was nothing. She noticed the light coming from the bathroom and knocked on the door. Again, no response. She twisted the knob and opened it, only to discover her mom collapsed on the floor, with blood pouring from an opened wound in the side of her forehead. She bent down and rolled her mother onto her back, next to the cane she used to navigate through the house. Her mother wasn't awake. She shook her mother and attempted to wake her. She called out as well. Only her mother didn't wake at all. After several attempts, she checked her pulse. She didn't want to expect the worse, but sadly the worse came. Her mother was dead.

She began to cry, felling nothing but sorrow. The tears came from her eyes like a river and she didn't know how to stop them. She was now truly alone. Suddenly, her thoughts began to drift away as she was reminded of her attack earlier today. She felt the warm dry blood against her leg and rage began to feed into her mind. She wanted to kill Rose.

She walked over to her deceased father's chest and opened it. She found one of his old guns at the bottom of the chest and shoved it into her pants. Before long, she was outside of Rose's house where she noticed the lights were on. She peaked through the living room window and spotted Rose along with Sarah, Isabelle, and Britt. As she saw them, the rage inside her began to boil tremendously.

Minutes later, she stepped in through the back door and entered the living room, with her gun drawn on all four girls.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Rose.

Tanya didn't respond at first. She waited a few seconds before saying, "My mom's dead."

Each of the girls exchanged a look of shock that was written on their faces. "Oh, Tanya. I'm so sorry," said Rose. She had a look of sadness on her face that looked genuine. That look along with her soft voice was enough to calm Tanya down just a little. But she still held the gun out.

"Look, Tanya. I'm sorry about today. And I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Look, just give me the gun and we can all calm down quietly together." Her words felt convincing, but not enough.

"Why should I do that?" asked Tanya.

"Because nobody here wants to hurt you. Nobody wants to do anything."

"But you hurt me earlier today."

"And I'm sorry about that. Things got a little to carried away." She began to approach Tanya slowly with her hand out. "Look just give me the gun and we can all put this to rest." The look in her eye looked comforting. She slowly took the gun from Tanya's hands and calmly set it on a nearby table. She leaned in to hug Tanya who in return did the same as she began to cry. It wasn't long before she felt a strong blow to her stomach and then she was down on her knees as Sarah and Isabelle approached them.

"You fucking little bitch! You think you could mess with us?!" shouted Rose as she delivered a strong kick to Tanya's arm, which sent her against the hardwood floor. She screamed in agony as the other two girls proceeded to kick her repeatedly. She didn't know what to do as she questioned herself why she couldn't have just shot them a few seconds ago. As the kicks continued, she saw the large combat blade attached to the side of Rose's jeans. She reached out and grabbed it before sinking it into Sarah's stomach. The rich girl cried out in pain as Tanya took the knife and sent in another blow, this time to the girl's chest. Rose and Isabelle screamed in sudden fear as then suddenly, Tanya was up on her feet and stabbed Isabelle through her stomach, moments after the girl screamed "please." She collapsed to the ground dead, with blood pouring from her opened stomach. Tanya turned around to charge for Rose, only to realize the rich girl was aiming Tanya's gun directly at the former's head. Tanya froze in place.

"You killed them, you bitch." she said as she held the gun out. Her arms were shaking as she stuttered her words. "You... you killed them."

Seconds later, a large vase was sent across the room and hit Rose directly in the side of her head. She grunted and dropped the gun to the floor, before turning her head and noticed Britt, with a look of disgust. It wasn't long before she looked up and saw Tanya charging towards her with the knife in a killing stance. The blade entered her stomach and she fell to the ground. Tanya took out the knife and stabbed the girl again. And again and again until she lost count. She was starting to realize she was enjoying this as the anger and adrenaline consumed her body.

"That's enough." She heard a voice. Tanya looked over to notice Britt was standing next to her. "I think you got her," the brunette girl said.

Tanya looked down at Rose, staring at the large stab wounds through the rich girl's face. Tanya looked down at her hands and noticed they were completely red with wet blood. And then she became scared.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do, Britt. I don't want to go to jail," she said.

"It's okay. My car's outside. Just come with me. My dad will know what to do. He'll help you" Her words sounded comforting. Just as comforting as Rose's a few minutes ago.

"Why should I believe you?" she asked Britt.

Britt smiled to herself a little. "Because I did just save your ass."

Tanya smiled too.

"Hey! You awake?" Tanya looked up. Britt was standing over her with her hands to her hips. She wore her familiar black shirt on top of her skirt. On her face were the dark shades that every member in the group wore including Tanya.

"Yeah I'm awake," she told Britt.

"You ready for tomorrow?" she asked.

Tanya looked down at her knife. The same knife that saved her life many years ago in her high school years. She named it Rose. "Yeah. I'm more than ready. I'm thirsty for blood," she said as she licked her lips.
 

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Tanya Knife Origin Story:

Tanya sat quietly in the upper levels of the warehouse, watching her fellow terrorists below preparing for the next day's operation as she sharpened her knife. She was anxious for what was about to come in the next several hours. She could feel the goosebumps all across her arms. But she wasn't scared. She was hungry. Like a vampire, she was hungry for blood. It was time to make those rich fuckers pay.

As she sat patiently, she began to reflect on her childhood. She remembered living with her mother in a tiny house located in Southern California. The two lived in a poor neighborhood, filled with violence and drugs. Her mother was crippled after suffering from a deadly accident and usually stood at home and laid in bed without rarely leaving her room once, meaning Tanya had to rely on herself to obtain food to survive. She was an expert when it came to burglary. Everyday after school during her high school years, she would walk over to the upper class neighborhoods and sneakily break into one of the big houses where she knew held a lot of money. There were times where she was nearly caught by one of the owners or by one of the neighbors. But she always managed to get away. After the first three times, she always felt scared. Scared of getting caught. Scared of being taken away from her mother. She had already been arrested once for pick pocketing someone on the sidewalk. That nearly destroyed her mother when she found out. But after a short while, her mother forgave her for what she had done. But her mother had to eat, and so did Tanya. She had to provide for them somehow. After at least five times of successfully stealing from the rich, she began to develop a joy for breaking into houses. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins and every time she managed to get away, she smiled to herself in satisfaction.

One day however, she didn't smile at all. As she was heading home one day from school, she was stopped on the corner by a couple of her classmates. There were four of them, all coming out of a very expensive black Sedan. The rich gals. The leader of whom was Rose. A snobby rich girl that came from a wealthy family. Along with her were her minions. Sarah, Isabelle, and Britt. Tanya could tell by the look in their eyes, that they were looking for trouble.

"Whatcha got there?" Rose asked.

"Nothing," Tanya replied. "What's it to you?"

Sarah spoke. "You see over the last few weeks, somebody's been sneaking into some of our houses. Portions of our family's money suddenly began to disappear."

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" asked Rose.

Tanya said nothing. She held her breath and she began to think how to respond. The obvious thing she could think of was to say "no." But would that be enough? Would they believe her?

She couldn't think any longer. They were expecting a response and she gave them one. "No," she finally said.

"You sure about that? Because a little bird told me that they spotted a little blonde bitch jumping out of Isabelle's house yesterday. Said she was carrying a gray backpack, kind of like the one you're carrying right now," said Rose.

Tanya didn't know what to say. She felt trapped. She wasn't sure how to respond to that. She looked down, to notice that her legs were beginning to shake.

Rose and Sarah exchanged looks before doing the same with the other two. Most of them nodded with the exception of Britt, who stood quietly in the back feeling unsure about everything that was happening.

"Grab her," Rose said to Sarah and Isabelle.

Tanya began to run, but the two girls were quick and grabbed her by the shoulders before slamming her into a nearby wall. She dropped to the floor and the two grabbed her shoulders and held her up against the wall. She tried to break free but she couldn't. They removed her backpack and threw it to the ground. Rose walked up to it and unzipped it.

"Please stop!" Tanya asked Rose.

The rich girl took out two stacks of a hundred dollar bills and looked up at Tanya, with an evil grin on her face. She began to chuckle a little. She looked over at Britt. "Britt, take her paints off."

Tanya looked over at Britt, who stood there by the street, not entirely sure what to do. Like Tanya, she looked frightened as well. "Come on, Rose there's no need for any of this," she said.

"No need?! This poor bitch has been stealing from us these past few weeks and you're saying we shouldn't do anything to her?" Rose was starting to look furious with Britt. But the latter continued to stand there, not willing to comply with Rose's orders.

"Fine. You want to be a pussy, then I'll fucking do it myself." Rose walked up to Tanya and pulled down her jeans. Tanya began to kick and nearly managed to land a blow to Rose's face. The rich girl took out a knife from her paints. It was a military style combat knife and it was big. "You're gonna pay for everything, you little bitch," she said while maintaining her nasty looking grin.

Tanya begged her to stop, but it wasn't enough. She felt the cold sharp blade pierce her upper left thigh as she began to scream. She felt the warm blood running down her leg down to her dirty sneakers. Before long it was finally over. She couldn't remember how long it lasted, but it felt pretty long. Like ten minutes long. She laid on the sidewalk alone. Her paints were still down, showing the piercing cut that Rose did to her leg. They took the money she stole from yesterday and drove off. She felt tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so alone than ever before.

When she finally returned home, she had entered her mother's bedroom, only to discover that she was missing. She called out, hoping to hear a response. She didn't hear a thing. She called out again. Like before, there was nothing. She noticed the light coming from the bathroom and knocked on the door. Again, no response. She twisted the knob and opened it, only to discover her mom collapsed on the floor, with blood pouring from an opened wound in the side of her forehead. She bent down and rolled her mother onto her back, next to the cane she used to navigate through the house. Her mother wasn't awake. She shook her mother and attempted to wake her. She called out as well. Only her mother didn't wake at all. After several attempts, she checked her pulse. She didn't want to expect the worse, but sadly the worse came. Her mother was dead.

She began to cry, felling nothing but sorrow. The tears came from her eyes like a river and she didn't know how to stop them. She was now truly alone. Suddenly, her thoughts began to drift away as she was reminded of her attack earlier today. She felt the warm dry blood against her leg and rage began to feed into her mind. She wanted to kill Rose.

She walked over to her deceased father's chest and opened it. She found one of his old guns at the bottom of the chest and shoved it into her pants. Before long, she was outside of Rose's house where she noticed the lights were on. She peaked through the living room window and spotted Rose along with Sarah, Isabelle, and Britt. As she saw them, the rage inside her began to boil tremendously.

Minutes later, she stepped in through the back door and entered the living room, with her gun drawn on all four girls.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Rose.

Tanya didn't respond at first. She waited a few seconds before saying, "My mom's dead."

Each of the girls exchanged a look of shock that was written on their faces. "Oh, Tanya. I'm so sorry," said Rose. She had a look of sadness on her face that looked genuine. That look along with her soft voice was enough to calm Tanya down just a little. But she still held the gun out.

"Look, Tanya. I'm sorry about today. And I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Look, just give me the gun and we can all calm down quietly together." Her words felt convincing, but not enough.

"Why should I do that?" asked Tanya.

"Because nobody here wants to hurt you. Nobody wants to do anything."

"But you hurt me earlier today."

"And I'm sorry about that. Things got a little to carried away." She began to approach Tanya slowly with her hand out. "Look just give me the gun and we can all put this to rest." The look in her eye looked comforting. She slowly took the gun from Tanya's hands and calmly set it on a nearby table. She leaned in to hug Tanya who in return did the same as she began to cry. It wasn't long before she felt a strong blow to her stomach and then she was down on her knees as Sarah and Isabelle approached them.

"You fucking little bitch! You think you could mess with us?!" shouted Rose as she delivered a strong kick to Tanya's arm, which sent her against the hardwood floor. She screamed in agony as the other two girls proceeded to kick her repeatedly. She didn't know what to do as she questioned herself why she couldn't have just shot them a few seconds ago. As the kicks continued, she saw the large combat blade attached to the side of Rose's jeans. She reached out and grabbed it before sinking it into Sarah's stomach. The rich girl cried out in pain as Tanya took the knife and sent in another blow, this time to the girl's chest. Rose and Isabelle screamed in sudden fear as then suddenly, Tanya was up on her feet and stabbed Isabelle through her stomach, moments after the girl screamed "please." She collapsed to the ground dead, with blood pouring from her opened stomach. Tanya turned around to charge for Rose, only to realize the rich girl was aiming Tanya's gun directly at the former's head. Tanya froze in place.

"You killed them, you bitch." she said as she held the gun out. Her arms were shaking as she stuttered her words. "You... you killed them."

Seconds later, a large vase was sent across the room and hit Rose directly in the side of her head. She grunted and dropped the gun to the floor, before turning her head and noticed Britt, with a look of disgust. It wasn't long before she looked up and saw Tanya charging towards her with the knife in a killing stance. The blade entered her stomach and she fell to the ground. Tanya took out the knife and stabbed the girl again. And again and again until she lost count. She was starting to realize she was enjoying this as the anger and adrenaline consumed her body.

"That's enough." She heard a voice. Tanya looked over to notice Britt was standing next to her. "I think you got her," the brunette girl said.

Tanya looked down at Rose, staring at the large stab wounds through the rich girl's face. Tanya looked down at her hands and noticed they were completely red with wet blood. And then she became scared.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do, Britt. I don't want to go to jail," she said.

"It's okay. My car's outside. Just come with me. My dad will know what to do. He'll help you" Her words sounded comforting. Just as comforting as Rose's a few minutes ago.

"Why should I believe you?" she asked Britt.

Britt smiled to herself a little. "Because I did just save your ass."

Tanya smiled too.

"Hey! You awake?" Tanya looked up. Britt was standing over her with her hands to her hips. She wore her familiar black shirt on top of her skirt. On her face were the dark shades that every member in the group wore including Tanya.

"Yeah I'm awake," she told Britt.

"You ready for tomorrow?" she asked.

Tanya looked down at her knife. The same knife that saved her life many years ago in her high school years. She named it Rose. "Yeah. I'm more than ready. I'm thirsty for blood," she said as she licked her lips.
This is great! I like how you included Britt Black as one of the rich girls. Gives some backstory to her as well.
 

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Britt Black and Tanya Have Some Fun

In the warehouse, the terrorists are planning their attack on the airport. The leader of the organization, Master, is handing out assignments to the other terrorists. "Once we secure the baggage claim, Amy Black, Niki Pink, Niki Slave, Britt Red and Audrey will stay there to guard it. Niki Dominatrix, Niki Red, Amy Red & Shotgun Tanya will secure the terminal, and Britt Black Niki Ninja, Niki Tube Top and Knife Tanya will take the control tower." he said.

Master asked them "Everybody got it?" As he looked up, he noticed that Knife Tanya wasn't there. "Where's Tanya? he asks.

"She's probably asleep. She wasn't feeling well earlier." Britt Black answered. "Well, go tell her what her assignment is." Master replied. "Will do" Britt said.

Britt went up the stairs to the top floor of the warehouse. There she saw Tanya sitting on the floor, eyes closed with her beloved knife in her hands, not moving. Britt approached her and said: "Hey! You awake?" Tanya looked up and saw the pretty brunette girl dressed in a black shirt, skirt and boots towering above her.

"Yeah I'm awake," she told Britt.

"Master said that you and I will take over the airport's control tower with the others. You ready for tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm more than ready. I'm thirsty for blood," Tanya replied as she licked her lips.

"That's my girl." Britt said.

Tanya looked at her knife and looked back at Britt. "I was thinking about how we met. Why did you save my life? You were friends with Rose and the other rich bitches, yet you didn't beat me up like they did. You stopped Rose from killing me."

Britt replied: "Because I felt bad for the way Rose and them treated you. Even though you broke into our houses and stole our money, Rose shouldn't have cut you with the knife. Then, when she killed your mom, I lost all respect for her. I had to stop her from causing you more harm."

"Why were you friends with them in the first place? Tanya asked

"Because we were all rich girls from rich families. Just a part of one of those stupid high school cliques, I guess. At first I thought that they were cool, but after awhile I got fed up with them talking about their dull, petty drama." Britt replied.

"I'm glad that we're out of high school." Tanya said. "Me, too!" Britt chuckled with a smile.

Tanya stood up and faced Britt. "You know, I never got to fully thank you for saving my life." Tanya said as she moved a little closer to her. Britt knew what Tanya was doing, but played dumb. "Oh? How do you plan to thank me?" she asked. "By doing this!" she replied, grabbing Britt and kissing her on the lips. The two girls continued to lock lips for a couple of minutes, then starting kissing each others necks. "Let's go back to my room and continue this fun." Tanya said. "Oh fuck yeah!" Britt replied.

They enter Tanya's room and lock the door. They go to the bed and Tanya unzips Britt's shirt and pulls down her skirt. "No panties?" Tanya asked. "I never wear them." Britt replied with a devilish smile. Tanya begins to eat her out. Britt moans in delight as her pussy gets penetrated by Tanya's tongue. After a few minutes, she squeals "I'm cumming!" and squirts her pussy juice all over Tanya's face. "How does it taste?" Britt asked. "Delicious!" Tanya replied.

Britt says "Your turn!" as she pulled off Tanya's black tank top and unbuttoned her green camo pants. After the pants come off, she notices the faint scar on Tanya's upper left thigh, a reminder of what Rose did to her. Britt looked at Tanya and saw the embarrassment in her eyes. Not wanting her mood to die, Britt got down on her knees and gently kissed the scar twice. Her kisses on the scar told Tanya that Britt was sorry for what her ex-friend did to her and she will make up for that by loving on her. Tanya's heart melted as Britt kissed the scar, making her embarrassment of it go away.

Britt eats Tanya out on her knees while Tanya stands against the wall, her hands on Tanya's breasts. Tanya moans in delight, then yells "I'm cumming!" and cums all over Britt's face.

They then get on the bed and start tribbing. They grind their pussies together. Tanya puts her index finger in Britt's mouth, telling her to suck it. Britt sucks it like it's an erect cock and then gropes Tanya's breasts. They moan in ecstasy as the continue to grind. After a few more grinds, they cum together. Exhausted, they embrace, kiss each other and collapse in the bed.

"Let's fuck shit up tomorrow!" Tanya said.

"I'll go wherever with you." Britt said.
 

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I really love this! A perfect follow-up to the previous story. I love the idea of Tanya and Britt Black becoming lovers as a result of the latter saving the former from Rose. It really shows how close the two characters have become since their time in high school. Awesome work!
 

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Niki Slave Tortures a Security Guard

Gabe woke up to completely darkness. His surrounding area was pitch black. He couldn't move an inch. Despite the fact that he couldn't see anything, he was smart enough to realize he was tied up in a chair. He could feel the ropes squeezed against his chest. He struggled at first in an attempt to break free. It didn't work. He tried again. Like before, no success. He called out for help, hoping to hear someone answer his pleas. No one came.

He couldn't remember much of what happened before he woke up. All he could remember was that he was walking towards his car from work when suddenly, everything around him went black in an instant. That's when he realized the constant pain that came from the back of his head and made the conclusion that someone stealthy came at him from behind and knocked him unconscious. After all of his years working as a security guard at the bank, he couldn't determine who would want to potentially kidnap him. For ten years he had a decent job with decent coworkers and a happy family. Gabe had made friends with a lot of people over the years. None of which seemed like the type who'd want to harm him.

Suddenly a light from above turned on. The light itself shined right in front of his chair. The ground in front of him was metallic, allowing him to see a small reflection of himself, strapped to the chair with what appeared to be two long strands of rope tied around his body. And then he heard a noise.

In front of him, he heard footsteps. Footsteps that were slowly approaching him.

"Who are you?" he called out. "What do you want from me?"

As the footsteps got closer to the light, he could make out an image of a young woman walking towards him. She had brunette colored hair that was mostly tied behind her back. She wore a black shirt with two tiny little white stripes on each of her shoulders. Her shirt was zipped halfway down, revealing a black tank top underneath that revealed part of her cleavage. She also wore a black skirt around her waist that went slightly above knees. On her feet, where black leather boots. On her face were black shades. She was smiling as she got closer to Gabe.

She stopped in front of him with her hands clasped behind her back. "Hello there," she said as she stopped in front of him. She was still smiling as Gabe had a full view of her entire body. From Gabe's perspective, she looked absolutely beautiful and somewhat familiar. He could swear he had seen her somewhere before.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"I'm someone who wants to help you, Gabe." the woman said.

"How do you know my name?"

The woman's smile widened just a bit, revealing her pretty white teeth. "I know a lot about you. Gabe. Other than just your name."

She pulled her hands out from behind her back. In her right hand was a brown leather wallet that looked exactly like Gabe. As he looked closely, he realized that it was in fact his wallet. She opened it up and took out a card.

"Gabriel Winston," she said while holding his driver's licence out in front of his face. "That's you isn't it?"

It was his face. Back when he had any facial hair on his face. He nodded slowly and cautiously, trying to figure out exactly what was happening.

The woman put the card back into the wallet before taking out a few other things. "This is your credit card. Your ID chip. And... ohhhh what is this?" she asked in a overly polite and genuine way that didn't sound genuine in the slightest. It sounded deceitful.

She showed the item in front of Gabe's face. A small photo that was taking last year of himself along with his wife Josephine and his son Louis.

"I do love people who share value in family," the woman said in a soft quiet tone. She chuckled a little. "I'm sure both Josephine and Louis would agree too."

"Look if you want my money you can have it. Just leave my family out of this. Don't hurt them please." He was growing scared by the second. This woman felt evil. Very evil. He couldn't imagine what she would do to his family.

"What? Ohhh you mistake me, Gabe. I don't care about your money. I only care about the money from your job."

That was when Gabe finally understood what this was all about.

"Look, you have my ID chip. That should be enough to get you in the bank," he said.

"True. But we also need a little five-digit combination to get into the vault. We know how strong that metal is that surrounds it, which means that any explosives would most likely be useless against it. You know what that code is. And you're gonna give it to us."

Gabe felt confused. "What do you mean by us?"

The woman smiled even more as she looked up over Gabe. He turned his head, looking behind him where he heard the sounds of other footsteps. Another light turned on behind him where he could see another woman approaching. Her brown colored hair was tied behind her back. She wore a black colored latex around her entire body along with high heels around her feet. Like the first woman, she also wore black shades around her eyes. And just like the first woman, she also had a large smile on her face. Only this smile looked and felt more sadistic than the former's. She was carrying what looked to be a long whip.

"Hey there, Britt," the second woman said.

"Hey, Niki," said Britt. "Looking sexy as ever." She looked down at Gabe. "Doesn't she look sexy?"

Gabe didn't know how to respond. Sure, Niki looked sexy. Just as sexy as Britt. But he wasn't sure how to respond. They were both evil looking women and saying anything to either of them felt like a huge risk. He didn't want anything to happen to his family.

"I... uhhhh..."

"What you don't think she looks sexy?" said Britt, sounding agitated than calm and gentle like she was a second ago.

"It's fine, Britt. I'll ask him myself." Niki lowered herself to one knee and leaned her pretty face closer to Gabe. "Do you think I look sexy, Gabe?" she said in a quiet soothing voice.

"Yes," he finally said.

"Yes what?" asked Niki.

"Yes. You look sexy." His voice was trembling as he said it.

Niki smiled before standing back up on her two feet. Before Gabe knew it, he could feel a hot sting against the side of his face as the whip was thrashed against his cheek. He felt the impact head on. He could feel the warm taste of blood running down the left side of his face.

"Then why the fuck didn't you say so sooner?" asked Niki as she lowered the whip against her leg.

"Now the way I see it, there's two different ways I see this going down," said Britt. "One, you could resist us in any way you see fit. When that happens, my friend Niki here will continue slashing you with her painful looking whip, until you give us the vault code? Or number two, you give us the code right now and maybe my friend Tanya won't pay a little visit to little Louis at school."

That wasn't what Gabe wanted to hear. "Fuck you," he said. "FUCK YOU!"

Britt leaned her head back. "How disappointing." She looked at Niki and nodded.

That was when he felt another slash from Niki's whip against his face. Then his arm. Then his legs. Then his chest. He screamed in agony as Niki continued to slash at him repeatedly. He didn't want anything happening to Josephine or Louis. But at the same time, he didn't want to lose his job. That job was what supported his family. Losing it now what would destroy them. That was when he decided what was more important to him.

"Stop! STOP!" he shouted desperately. Finally Niki stopped.

"I'll give you the code. I'll give you fucking code!"

"There that wasn't so hard now was it," said Britt. Her voice returning to that calm and soothing voice from earlier. She pulled out a small notepad and a pen. "Now what is it?"

"It's 1-2-3-4-5."

Britt looked up from her pad at Gabe with a confused face. "Are you fucking serious?"

"I am. That's the last code the manager changed it to."

Britt chuckled to herself. "Wow. What a dumb fuck. What do you think, Niki?"

"That is a fucking dumbass passcode," Niki agreed with.

"I know right," Gabe said. "Who the hell would come up with something so stupid?"

He felt another crack from Niki's whip against his face.

"Someone who you were stupid enough to work for," said Britt.

"Agreed," said Niki.

Gabe looked up at Britt, studying her face. Still trying to remember where he remembered her from.

"So now what?" he asked.

"Now you get to go home," said Britt. She looked at Niki and nodded again.

Suddenly he heard what sounded like a blade cutting against the ropes strapped behind his chair and before he knew it, he was finally free. He stood up, feeling good to stretch his legs.

Britt looked at him again and smiled. "Thank you, Mister Winston for willingly helping us."

Before he could respond, he felt leather strapped around his neck and flew backwards. He landed on his back, where he looked over briefly and noticed Niki close to his head with her whip wrapped around his neck. She pulled and he struggled. Struggle to free himself from the whip. He felt his neck squeeze as he looked up and noticed Britt approaching him before kneeling next to his face. He finally recognized her for who she was. She was the young woman who was in the bank the previous week, wearing a pink colored tank top over some blue jeans. She was the woman who asked her about security, something he was stupid enough to tell her about. From his perspective, she seemed like a nice woman. Someone he would never consider robbing a bank. Plus she was hot too.

She gently leaned against his face, where her pink colored lips locked against his as her soft hand gently stroked against the side of his face where the blood was pouring from. When she stopped, she looked into his eyes, with a smile on her face as she pressed her bloody fingers against his eye lids and closed them forever.

The last thing Gabe ever head was her voice. "Atta girl, Niki. Atta girl."
 

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Niki Ninja Fights For Her Reward

Niki sent each of her fists into the punching bag, feeling adrenaline pumping through her veins. The workout room at the warehouse was above a hundred. It was incredibly hot outside, and that heat had entered the building, making everyone inside feel miserable. But that didn't stop Niki in the slightest. The warm sweat against her pale skin felt good and she welcomed it with open arms. She felt it through her leather. She felt it across her arms. And she felt it through her beautiful tits. Her entire body felt wet and sticky, but Niki didn't care at all.

She had been training for over a half an hour and her fists were beginning to ache. As the bag absorbed the impact from her fists, she felt she had to keep going. There were moments where she considered taking a break, but decided she couldn't. Taking a break during an attack would only result in her sexy body being filled with bullets, and that was something Niki wouldn't allow. In fact, she loved feeling the pain through her fists each time she hit the bag. It filled her head with excitement as she couldn't wait for the next big heist so she could send her fists through any fucker that dared to attack her or her fellow terrorists. Especially the girls. Britt, Tanya, Amy, and Audrey. She loved each of them with all her heart and promised herself that she wouldn't let anything happen to them as long as she was alive. And if anything did happen, she would avenge their deaths by sending her foot through the skull of any bastard that dared to harm them. That thought only filled her head with more adrenaline.

She felt the energy through her entire body, ignoring the heat and the pain. It got her so fired up to the point that she didn't realize that she had sent the entire punching bag to the ground just a few meters away from her through a powerful kick. The sight of the punching bag rolling on the ground made her feel pleased with herself. She was a badass and she knew it. The bag came to halting stop as it touched upon the foot of Tanya.

She looked up at Niki. "Training again?" she asked.

"Yeah. Getting ready for next week's big heist," said Niki as she rapped a towel around her neck.

Tanya put her hands on her hips and looked down at the bag. "Well judging by this, it seems like you're more than ready."

"You're damn right," she said before taking a sip from her water bottle.

Just looking at Tanya put her mind at ease from all this excitement. Her blonde friend looked absolutely gorgeous in her sexy black tank-top and camo pants. The sight of her bare belly was a sight to behold.

"Looking at something?" Tanya asked.

"Oh no. Not at all." That wasn't true at all. She really wanted to fuck Tanya. Hell she wanted to fuck Britt too. But she knew those two were together and they were strong lovers. They had known each other since they were teenagers. Still, Niki couldn't shake the thought of not fucking either of them. She had enjoyed fucking most of the guys, but there was something about those two that made her hungry for them both.

Britt had a softness to her that appealed to Niki. She was one of the most passive terrorists of the group. But that didn't mean she was merciful. She was a force to be reckoned with. One that would take the life of any who dared to fuck with her or those she cared about.

Tanya on the other hand was wild. Wild as Niki. They both had a desire for chaos. They loved it as much as they enjoyed fucking. But they both loved getting all close and personal when it came to kicking good guy ass. Niki with her hard and powerful kicks and punches. And Tanya with her trusty knife that she called Rose. Together, they were a storm that would destroy anything in their path.

"Were you staring at me?" asked Tanya.

Again, Niki said no.

"Is that so? Alright then. So I guess you wouldn't mind of I did this." Before Niki knew it, Tanya had reached down around the bottom of her top and yanked it off, exposing her entire chest, including her sexy tits. The tank-top landed on a nearby cargo box. Now there was nothing that couldn't keep Niki's vision away from Tanya. Her friend was a dazzling sight.

The blonde girl began taking a few steps forward, slowly into the sunlight that blazed through a nearby window. "I've seen the way you look at me. The same way you look at Britt. I even spotted you peaking through our room the other night. Who can blame you? The moans the two of us were making would've peaked anybody's interest. I know you want to be a part of that action," she said as she licked her lips.

Niki didn't know how to respond. Her gaze was locked at Tanya's tits as she sat on top of a cargo box. Tanya had reached her and put her fingers around Niki's chin. The latter looked up and noticed her friend was smiling. Smiling the same way she would whenever she jabbed her knife through anyone. Before long, the blonde girl had taken the water bottle from Niki's hand.

"You're looking pretty hot today," she told Niki before pouring some of the water on Niki's hair. The touch of the liquid felt good against her skin and it cooled her down quite a bit.

She looked back up at Tanya. "Not as much as you are," she said.

Tanya smiled at that. She then took the bottle and poured what remained on top of herself. Streams of water rushed down her face before making their way towards the rest of her body. She then put both of her hands on Niki's shoulders before shaking her head briefly like a wet dog would. Small pellets of water splashed in every direction, including on Niki. Both girls were wet.

Before long, the blonde girl had locked her wet lips with hers. To Niki, this felt like a reward for all her training throughout the last forty-five minutes. The touch of Tanya's lips felt soothing and the naked tits against her leather outfit felt comforting. Despite her wild personality, there was something about Tanya that made her feel soft too. Almost as soft as Britt. She wrapped her arms around her naked friend's back and leaned in close, continuing to keep her lips locked with hers.

The kissing lasted for what seemed like a minute. "You want to take this elsewhere? I could tell you want to be inside me."

The thought of that excited Niki tremendously. "Bitch, you have no fucking idea."

Tanya smiled even more as Niki did too. "Well first you have to earn that," Tanya said before backing away. Niki felt confused.

"With all that martial arts of yours, you definitely know how to kick ass. But fighting against crooked cops is one thing. The same as it is for this punching bag. Let's see if we could put your skills to the ultimate fucking test."

Niki was still confused. "What do you mean by that?"

"Let's see if you can kick my ass," Tanya said as she entered into a fighting pose. Both of her bared fists out, ready to attack or defend. She didn't seem to mind the fact that she was topless.

"Wait, you're actually serious right now?" asked Niki.

"Honey, when have I never been serious about anything?"

"But I don't want to hurt you or anything. We all need you for next week."

"Baby, whatever bruises you give me will heal. And whatever blood I spill pours out of my body, I'll let you lick like ice-cream."

Niki still wasn't sure about any of this.

"Look, if you're still having doubts, don't worry about it," Tanya assured her. "I know you well enough to know that you won't kill me by the end of this."

Niki stepped away from the box and got closer to Tanya. "What happens after I win?" she asked, feeling confident with herself.

"Like I said, if you beat me, I'll take you up to my room where we can fuck until tomorrow's sun comes up."

That excited Niki quite a bit.

"Buuuut, if you lose.... I'll sink little Rose into your pussy before bringing her into your skull." Tanya smiled even more after she said that.

Niki wasn't smiling at all. But that wasn't going to stop her from accepting this crazy challenge. She entered her fighting stance before saying, "Alright, you crazy bitch. Let's do this."

Niki struck first. She sent her right fist towards Tanya's head as the blonde girl dodged her attack by ducking before sending an attack of her own into the side of Niki's stomach.

"Ugh!" She shouted. She looked up at Tanya.

"Awww, don't tell me I hurt you too much."

If anyone else had said that to her, she would be filled with anger and rage. But she wasn't like that right now. In fact, she actually smiled at that comment. Tanya had a habit of making her smile.

Niki swung again at Tanya's head, and like before, Tanya ducked, ready to attack Niki again. Only Niki wasn't stupid. She anticipated that attack. She wasn't going to fall for one of Tanya's tricks again.

She blocked Tanya's fist with her leg before sending the blonde girl back, watching her bare tits bounce.

"Nice defense!" she told Niki.

"Never let your guard down!" shouted Niki as she sent a strong kick against Tanya's face that knocked her to the ground.

"Ahh!" grunted Tanya as she fell with her back against the floor. She pressed both of her hands against her face. She looked really hurt.

That was when Niki had stopped. She had hurt her. Hurt her more than she was going for. She felt bad.

"Tanya!" she shouted as she leaned over her wounded friend. "Here let me see."

Before long, Niki was on the ground as well. She didn't notice one of Tanya's legs swipe her to the floor. She landed on her back as she felt the back of her head hit against the hard surface. And now, Tanya was on top of her.

"Now what were you saying about not letting your guard down?" said Tanya. She wrapped her sweaty hands around Niki's neck and began to squeeze. She struggled to break free. Suddenly, it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. She could feel her vision begin to blur. She looked up at Tanya, who had her killer face on. A drop of blood fell from her nose on to Niki's cheek. This bitch is really going to choke me to death, isn't she, Niki thought to herself.

Is this how she would go out? Being strangled by one of her friends? No. She wasn't going to let that happen. Even as she was losing her breath in the struggle, she wouldn't give up just yet. She was going to beat Tanya at her little game and by the end of the day, the two would be sharing a warm bed together.

She managed to move her right leg just a little. She knew what to do next. With all her energy, she sent her knee into Tanya's stomach. The blonde girl grunted before rolling off of Niki on to the side, clutching her gut in pain.

Niki jumped to her feet the moment her friend was off. She felt like she was ready to gag, but she didn't. She was ready to jump on Tanya and deliver an attack of her own. But Tanya didn't stay down for long. The two girls swung at each other at the same moment. They each felt a blow against the side of their face that sent them both to the ground before getting back up again. Niki rubbed some blood from her mouth before jumping in for another attack. Apparently the blow to Tanya was a little more stronger than Niki had anticipated, because the girl was too distracted on wiping away some blood from her face, that she didn't notice Niki pick her up by her legs before slamming her into the ground once more. Now, Niki was on top of Tanya, delivering three punches to her face until she knew she was defeated.

"I win," said Niki.

That ended up being a more difficult fight than she had thought. She always knew Tanya had a skill in fighting, but she didn't expect her to be almost as good as herself.

"I don't think so," Tanya said.

Niki felt something sharp up against her neck. She didn't have to look down to know exactly what it was.

"What do you think, Rose? How do you think Niki did against me?"

Niki felt stupid. Tanya was crazy. She should've expected that Tanya would pull something like this.

"What the fuck? That's cheating." said Niki.

"Shhh, Rose is thinking."

"I'm not gonna put up with this shit, Tanya. I won fair and square."

"You did. And Rose seems to think so too." And then, Tanya had put away that big knife of hers.

Niki was exhausted. She got off of Tanya and sat down beside her, checking her wounds. She was fucked up pretty good. And so was Tanya. Fortunately for the pair, it seems like nothing was broken beyond repair.

"How's your nose?" asked Niki.

"It's fine. It's not broken. Nothing too dramatic." She wiped some blood from her nose. There were small drops of blood all over her tits.

"We should get you cleaned up."

Tanya looked at Niki. "What if I don't want to be cleaned up?"

Niki knew better than to answer that. Classic Tanya. "Alright whatever."

"I might clean some shit off my face, but besides that," she looked down at her naked torso. "I look pretty damn good."

Niki smiled at her. This girl wasn't as strong as she was, but she was wild. Wild in a fun way. And Niki loved that about her.

Tanya stood up. "Alright. I'm sure Britt wouldn't want us looking too dirty. Let's go see her before we get to the action. You definitely earned it."

Niki liked the sound of that. But then a thought occurred to her. "But wait a minute."

Tanya stopped and looked.

"What if she isn't happy about the two of us?"

"Who? Britt? Oh please. She's fine with it all. Hell, I would be surprised if she doesn't want to join us for a threesome."

Niki loved the sound of that. Her friend reached out a hand, offering to pull her up. She accepted. And before she knew it, she was engaged in another kiss with her crush.

"You know," Niki said. "You're not so bad of a fighter yourself."

"I may know a few things. But, girl, you are one hell of a badass."

That made Niki feel good.
 

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Niki Tube Top Takes A Bullet To Her Pussy

The construction site had become a war zone. Niki crouched behind the closest cover she could find. She looked around, noticing that a few of her companions had fallen to gunfire. Across the way, she could see the SWAT team engaging her group from the elevator. They were firing hard with everything they had. She looked to her right, noticing the large police helicopter circling the site. She knew she was fucked. But that didn't scare her in the slightest. If she was going to die, she was going to take with her as many cops as she possibly could. She pulled out another magazine and loaded it into her assault rifle. She was ready.

She got up from behind the cover and started to unload all of her remaining bullets. Two cops went down hard. She chuckled to herself. "Die, you fucking cocksuckers!" she shouted. She was having a blast. Another cop went down. And then another. She didn't want to stop. Her sadistic nature wasn't completely satisfied yet.

And then, her clip was empty.

"Fuck!" she shouted in frustration. She rushed towards one of her fallen members, trying to pick up his shotgun. It wasn't like he was going to be needing it anytime soon. She managed to pick it up while dodging the oncoming bullets. She went behind cover. To her left was Rodney. He was the last one alive.

"How many left?" asked Niki.

"Too fucking many." said Rodney.

"Shit." This wasn't how it was supposed to go. The plan was to detonate the explosives and blow this entire site sky fucking high. Unfortunately, they realized at the last second that they were set up. The entire place was an ambush and the explosives had been lost. With her and Rodney left and everyone else dead, there was a low chance that the two would be able to escape.

Rodney continued to fire until he was out. "Fucking shit!" he called out. Before he knew it, a bullet had went into the side of the chest. He grunted before another bullet went straight through his forehead. His body collapsed next to her, with streams of blood pouring from the back of his head.

"You're the last one left. Drop your weapon and come out with your hands up!" shouted an officer.

Fuck that, Niki thought to herself. Surrender my ass!

She jumped up on top of the cover, unloading any remaining bullets she had into the closest cop. Before she could pull the trigger, she felt something penetrate her crotch. She felt the bullet come through her pussy. The pussy that she used when she unloaded her cum all over her fellow terrorists whenever she was bored. Now it was gone. She let out a scream as she fell off the platform onto the ground clutching her crotch. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood.

In a last ditch effort to take at least one more cop with her to the grave, she reached for the shotgun, only for her bullets to pierce through her black top through her boobs. She screamed out in pain before falling back dead.
 

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Audrey Gives Head, Then Gets Lead!

The terrorists are fighting the good guys at the First National Bank. The terrorist's bank heist went wrong. The safe code that they got from the security guard Gabe didn't work and the alarm was set off. The cops have the bank surrounded and the situation looks dire for the terrorists.

Two terrorists, Audrey and her boyfriend Lou, are taking cover behind the teller station. The two met through the organization and have been going hot and heavy for about a year now. They're always together when they fight the good guys and today's no different. They take turns standing up and shooting at the cops; Audrey with her submachine gun and Lou with his AK-47. They're having the time of their lives, taking out cops left and right as they let the bullets fly.

During all of this, Audrey notices a bulge in Lou's pants. "Are you hard right now?!" she asked.

Lou looks down and says "That's weird. I guess I am. Seeing a hot woman like you shooting a gun just turns me on."

The bulge was also turning Audrey on. She became hungry for a hot load of Lou's cum. "Well", she said, "We'll have to do something about that."

She then starts to unzips his pants as he shoots at the cops. He gets back undercover and asks her "what are you doing?! Not in the middle of a gunfight!" "Shut up and enjoy it! she replies, shoving his huge, hard cock into her mouth. For the next 5 minutes, they stayed under the teller station while their terrorist buddies continued to engage the cops. Audrey's mouth went up and down Lou's shaft, occasionally sucking his balls too. Her striped shirt was up past her breasts and Lou was squeezing them while she sucked. Soon, Lou says "I'm gonna cum!" "Cum in my mouth, daddy!" She replied. Lou shoots his cum into her mouth. She swallows it down to her belly. Both are very satisfied.

Soon they hear the cops yell "Come out with your hands up!" Audrey and Lou quickly return to reality and notice that they are the last terrorists left alive.

"What do we do?" Audrey asks Lou.

"We go out together guns ablazing." Lou said.

"I love you." Audrey said

"I love you, too." Lou said as they kissed.

"Let's make those fuckers eat lead!" Audrey said

"That's my girl." said Lou.

They reload their guns and pop up from behind the teller station. They start blasting away at the cops, taking out five of them. Suddenly, a slug hits Audrey square in the forehead. She replies "oof" as her head gets jilted back by the bullet's impact, hair flying as she falls to the ground. Lou also gets taken out with a head shot and he falls back down behind the teller station. His hand rests on Audrey's. Like the vigilante lovers that they are, they die together.
 

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Thanks! I have some more ideas for stories. I just need to flesh them out more. You do a great job with your stories.
 

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Niki Dominatrix's Slave.

In the basement of the warehouse, Lydia Cox slowly wakes from her slumber. She looked around at her surroundings: a dimly-lit room filled with cages, paddles, chains and whips. "What am I doing here?" she thought to herself. She tried to move her arms and legs, but couldn't because she was chained to the wall. She could feel that her long, naturally curly blonde hair was tied up into a ball. She looked down at her skinny body and saw that she was dressed in nothing but a black leather chest harness that showed off her perky breasts and black latex assless chaps that showed off her pussy and ass.

"How did I get here?" she thought to herself. The last thing that she remembered doing was leaving the television station that she worked at as a meteorologist the night before. After that was blank. She then felt pain in the back of her head. "That must explain why I can't remember anything after that" she thought.

Suddenly, the door to the dungeon opened. A hot Asian woman appeared. Her black hair was tied back into a ball. She was wearing black sunglasses, a spiked choker, black latex corset, black latex pants and high heels. She had a devilish smile on her face as she walked towards Lydia.

"Hello, Lydia." she said.

"Who are you?" Lydia asked.

"You can call me Mistress Niki." she replied

"What am I doing here? Lydia asked

"You see, Lydia. My boss, Master, saw one of your weather forecasts on tv. He got hard at the sight of you doing the forecasts in those sexy dresses of yours. He decided that he wanted you as his personal cumslut. And whatever Master wants, Master gets."

Lydia looked around the room and asked "Where is Master?'

"He's in his bedroom waiting for you." Niki replied. "But before I deliver you to him, I wanted to take you for a test drive first."

Niki leaned toward Lydia's face and planted her lips onto Lydia's. Lydia pulled away from Niki's lips, trying to resist. Niki slapped her cheek, pulled out an uzi from her backside and told her "you better be a good little girl for me and Master, or I'll pump your sexy body full of lead!"

Frightened, Lydia replied "Yes, Mistress" and submitted to her advances. They made out for a few minutes. Lydia had never kissed a girl before, but was secretly enjoying kissing Niki's lips. As they made out, Niki slid her left hand down to Lydia's exposed pussy and started playing with it. "Let's see how you taste down there" Niki told her. She bent down on her knees and started eating Lydia out. Lydia moaned with delight as Niki furiously licked her pussy. After a few minutes, Lydia was ready to cum. "Cum for your mistress!" Niki commanded. Lydia did what she was told and came in Niki's mouth. "Good girl. That was some sweet tasting cum, almost like nectar." Niki said with a devilish smile.

She stood up in front of Lydia and looked at her perky breasts. "You have such perky breasts. I can see why Master gets hard looking at you." Niki said as she touched, then sucked on them. "Thank you, Mistress." Lydia replied. Niki then lowered the top of her corset to reveal her massive breasts. She brought them to Lydia's mouth and told her to "Drink up." "Yes, Mistress" Lydia replied. She suckled on Niki's big tits, drinking her sweet breast milk from her udders.

Afterwards, Niki unchained Lydia. "On your knees, bitch. I have a surprise for you." Niki commanded. Lydia got on her knees and stared at Niki's crotch. There was something bulging out of her black latex pants. "She's gonna fuck me with a strapon." Lydia thought. Niki unzipped her pants and pulled out not a strapon, but a real, erect penis! Niki wasn't a girl. She was a shemale.

Lydia gasped in amazement. "Oh my God!" she said. "That's right, Lydia. Like Master, I get hard looking at you, too. Now suck my cock!" "Yes, Mistress" she replied. Lydia's mouth went up and down Niki's shaft as she messaged her balls. Niki was enjoying the blowjob immensely. "You're a good cocksucker." Niki said. "Is that how you suck your boyfriend's cock?" Lydia replied. "Thank you, Mistress. Yes, Mistress." Niki then replied "I bet my cock's bigger than his. Are you going to eat all of my cum?" Yes, Mistress" Lydia answered. "Ooh yeah, I can't wait to penetrate that tight pussy of yours and shoot my load all over your face. Bend over, bitch!"

Lydia leaned forward on a table and stuck her ass out in the air. Niki inserted her big cock into Lydia's tight pussy. "Oooh that feels good!" Niki squealed in delight. "Uhh! Uhh!" Lydia moaned at each thrust of Niki's cock. Niki grabbed Lydia's hair and pulled her head back. "Take my cock, bitch!" Niki said "Uhhh, yes Mistress!" Lydia replied. She was actually enjoying getting fucked by Niki. She hadn't been fucked by her boyfriend in months, because he'd been away a lot. She missed that feeling of a dick inside her, and now Niki was filing that void.

Niki then fucked Lydia in many different positions: cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, doggy. They even had a turn in the sex swing. Pretty soon, Niki was ready to blow her load. "On your knees, bitch! I'm going to cum all over that pretty face of yours."

"Please cum on my face, Mistress." Lydia replied. Niki stroked her cock, then yelled "I'm cumming!" Her penis ejaculated huge loads of cum all over Lydia's pretty face and mouth. When it was all over, she was a mess. "Eat every last drop of cum." Niki commanded. "Yes, Mistress." Lydia replied. She took her finger and scooped every last drop of Niki's cum into her mouth and swallowed it down to her belly. "How does it taste?" Niki asked "Delicious, Mistress." Lydia replied.

"Good girl." Niki answered. She then attached a chain to Lydia's collar. "Follow me, you little cumslut. It's time to visit your #1 Fan." "Yes, Mistress." Lydia answered.

Lydia followed Niki out of the dungeon to Master's bedroom, where she spent the night pleasing Master in every way. She was to be his and the terrorist organization's personal cumslut for the rest of her days.
 
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Sep 30, 2019
Britt Black's Interrogation

Britt had woken up with a throbbing pain in her head. She had woken with terrible hangovers in the past, but none of them compared to what she was feeling in the moment. It hurt just to move her head, even by an inch. Based on her surroundings, she had a pretty good idea where she was. The brightness of the room, followed by a shiny metal table right in front of her eyes, along with a long rectangular window off to her left told her she was in police custody. The fact that her hands were handcuffed to the back of her chair was also a pretty good indication. She tried to move her legs, but surprisingly enough she couldn't. Against every instinct in her mind telling her not to look down in order to avoid any additional pain to her already constant headache, she managed to lower her head, noticing that both of her ankles were shackled to large metal bolts on the floor. Were they really that afraid of her? She couldn't blame them if they were. She was dangerous. That was something she loved about herself. Something else she noticed was a large white patch against her left knee. That was when she realized that she'd been shot.

Her memory was clouded but she remembered bits and pieces of what happened. The last thing she remembered after being shot was that explosion going off next to one of those big pillars in the bank. She figured it must've come from Leon's heavy duty rocket launcher that he loved so much. The idiot must've been shot just as he fired it, only for the missile to hit the pillar she was standing relatively close to, instead of the front door where the entire SWAT team was. She remembered being blown back by the blast, flying across the bank lobby until everything went black. As she looked at herself, she didn't appear to be burned by the blast at all. Aside from the bullet wound in her left knee and her constant headache, she was relatively okay.

Britt had no knowledge on whether or not any of her fellow terrorists had survived the gun battle. Tanya and Amy were close to her when the explosion occurred. It was possible they could've been absorbed by the blast or crushed by the toppling pillar the moment Britt had lost consciousness. She remembered briefly seeing Audrey and Lou in cover behind the teller station. She doubted either of them had survived.

She didn't know how long she had been out. Based on the fact that her leg had been treated told her she had been out for at least more than five hours. She could tell from the soreness of her leg that the doctors had removed the bullet. But despite all that, they still decided to have her legs chained to the floor. She looked over at the large window off to her left before looking at the camera in the upper right corner of the room. Someone was watching her. She smiled at it. She wanted anyone watching her to know that she wasn't afraid in the slightest.

And then suddenly, the door opened.

Though her vision was a little blurry, she still managed to make out what appeared to be a man in his late-thirties wearing a white shirt and tie, holding a case file in his right hand. She saw a large grin on his face as he made eye contact with her. The look on his face displayed his overconfidence. And for Britt, that was a weakness she could penetrate. All she had to do now was wait for the right moment.

"Britt Black," the man said as he peeked through the open case file. "That's what they call you right?"

"That's what my friends call me, numbnuts, " she said with her calm soothing voice.

"Is that so?" he asked. "And what should I call you?"

"From where I'm sitting, you can call me your worst nightmare."

He grinned at her answer. "Well someone's feisty today."

"Depends on what you mean by feisty," she said as licked her lips.

From the look on his face, he seemed to be satisfied with her answer. As he placed the case file on the table, he slowly approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. This was all going according to her plan. Seduction was one of her favorite weapons. Before long, she would have him under her charm, and sooner or later he would willingly unchain her. She always had a knack for gaining control over anyone. And this so-called cop was no different from all those other idiots.

He raised his hand up to her face. His fingers gently stroked her beautiful soft skin. She had to admit they felt good. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. His hand moved over to her brown hair. His smiled widened. This was her moment to get him under her grasp. And then, her head was slammed into the table. It felt like getting punched in the face, but for her, it felt like a truck had rammed into her head. She felt every bit of the impact as her vision became incredibly more blurry. Britt didn't need to wipe her face to know that her nose was starting to bleed.

"I know your tricks, you little bitch. You have a quite a reputation for seduction don't you?"

As her vision slowly returned, she saw that the smile once attached to his face had turned into something aggressive. The hatred in his eyes was obvious. This man wasn't going to go easy on her in the slightest.

"I don't have to answer any of your questions," she said.

"You will by the time I'm done with you." His tone had gone rough. It was clear to her that she wasn't going to have any luck with this prick.

"I'm Detective Blake," he said as he lowered himself in the opposite chair across from the table. "And I know everything about you, Brittany."

"Oh yeah? How much, asshole?"

Blake opened the case file. "I know you came from a wealthy family. I know you've had a long extensive friendship with this woman." He held up a picture of Tanya. "I also know your father was the one who created your little terrorist organization."

"Well I wouldn't call it little. Our numbers have grown over the years."

"And diminished quite significantly. Today about eight of your friends were killed. More than a hundred were killed during that airport incident two weeks ago."

"And still more people are joining our cause against fuckers like you."

"Not until we've wiped them all from the face of the planet. Starting with your little friend Tanya."

The thought of something bad happening to Tanya brought fear into her mind. Tanya had been her closest friend since high school. If anything were to happen to her, she would find whoever was responsible and bring them down to the depths of hell.

"I won't let you fucking touch her," she said as she spat across the table into Blake's face. She wasn't expecting him to immediately get back up and punch her right in the mouth. She felt the warm blood oozing from her mouth.

"Anything else you want to do?" he asked her.

"What kind of cop beats a poor helpless girl?"

"Helpless? Tell that to the security guard you and your friends killed last week."

It had been a short while since it happened but she still remembered that security guard she and Niki Slave had brutally tortured to get that lock combination for the bank vault. So much for all that.

"You and your terrorist friends have caused enough chaos. It's time to tell us where they're located."

She looked up at him. "And if I don't?"

He reached over again and grabbed her by the back of her hair before sending her head against the table. "Then I'll keep doing this," he answered.

The surface of the table was cold against her face. And then suddenly she began to scream in agony. The soreness in her left knee intensified into a hot blaze of pain. His index finger was jammed into patch. She could feel the tip of it breaking through her stitches. "Please stop!" she shouted.

"Stop? Don't make me laugh. Did you give mercy to all those people you murdered?" His finger had continued to penetrate through her wound and she continued to scream. The temptation to rat out her fellow terrorists was starting to seep into her head. She wanted the pain to stop so badly. But she knew she couldn't give in to his demands. She was a rebel. And she wasn't someone that was going to submit to anyone so easily. But the pain kept getting worse.

In this moment of hell, she had never been more helpless before in her life. In every scary situation she had been in, she had always found a way out of it, whether it was through her words or through bullets. Now, she didn't know what to do.

"Answer me, you fucking evil bitch!" He grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her again before punching her directly into the side of her head. Her vision was growing blurry after each blow and she felt like throwing up the longer she screamed. And the next thing she heard was an explosion.

The wall behind Detective Blake exploded as chunks of the wall flew in every direction. The detective had been knocked to the ground besides Britt. In that moment, she desperately wished her legs weren't shackled, otherwise she would send one of them into the fucker's neck. The room became engulfed with smoke as four other cops entered the room through the door with their guns drawn.

"What the fuck?" one of them shouted. And then a bullet had entered through his head.

"Oh shit!" another cop shouted before his chest was ripped apart by a shotgun blast.

The other two opened fire in the direction of the smoke, hoping to hit a target, before they too were blown away as well, this time by machine gun fire.

Britt's vision had improved as she looked through the smoke. She saw two figures slowly approaching her. As they got closer, she instantly recognized them.

"Britt?" asked Tanya.

"Tanya?" asked Britt.

"You're alive," said Amy Red, smiling at the sight of Britt.

Tanya had dropped her shotgun on the table as she reached over to embrace Britt. Her arms felt warm and comforting. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, love. Are you okay?"

Tears began to well up in Britt's eyes as she felt her best friend against her body. She had never been so happy to see her. "No. No I'm not," she answered, trying to fight back the tears in her eyes.

Tanya leaned back and locked her lips with Britt's. "What about now?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"I'll feel even more better the sooner I'm out of these handcuffs."

Tanya looked over at Amy. "Check to see if those four have any keys. I'll check the one right here."

Britt had completely forgotten about Detective Blake. She looked down at him, unsure if he was still alive or not. "Check his pulse."

Tanya did as she asked. "Fucker's still alive." She grabbed the shotgun and aimed it at his head.

"No stop! Don't kill him."

"Why? He hurt you. I'll fucking blow his brains out."

"Not like this," Britt pleaded. "I want to make him suffer the same way he made me suffer."

She looked up at her friend who smiled at the sound of that idea. "Baby, I love where your head's at."

Britt smiled in return. The moment she was finally free from her restraints, she embraced both Tanya and Amy with open arms.

"We should get you cleaned up," said Amy. "You look like shit."

Britt looked at herself in the reflection of the window. Her face was covered in blood and the wound in her knee had opened with blood streaming down her leg. The top part of her shirt along with her black tank top underneath were also covered in blood.

"Hey," Tanya said. "Don't look so hard on yourself." She grabbed her friend by the shoulders. "I think you look absolutely sexy."

Britt's heart had melted at the sound of those words.

"Alright, you two. Enough of the romance." Amy looked down at the unconscious Blake. "Let's bring this prick home and torture him like no tomorrow."
 
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Britt Black Remembers The Past

Britt had her head laid against Tanya’s legs as the van drove them back to the warehouse from the police station. As exhausted as she was, it was difficult to fall asleep. The constant pain throughout her body had become more than just an annoyance. It was preventing her from doing the one other thing she loved besides committing violence and spending quality time with Tanya. Sleep had been her second best friend since she was a small child. And now the endless pain she had was keeping her from that friend.

She looked over at the fucker who tortured her. Detective Richard Blake. In all honesty, Britt wouldn’t have mind if either Tanya or Amy had simply ended the fucker’s life back in the interrogation room. Watching his head explode right in front of her eyes would have pleased her enough to where she would probably have an easier time falling asleep. But that simply wasn’t enough for Britt. She wanted to make him suffer the same way he made her suffer. And she knew that time would eventually come. The problem was, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The pain she was currently feeling was serving as a persistent reminder of her torture at the hands of Blake. A part of herself wished that Tanya would quickly hand her a gun, giving her the opportunity to kill the prick right now. The longer she looked at his unconscious tied-up body on the floor of the van, the stronger that thought became.

She began to lean her head up. She wanted to do it. And she knew that she wasn’t going to sleep until she did. The fucker had to pay now.

“Whoa, hey,” said Tanya. “Easy there.” She gently placed her hand on Britt’s head.

“I need to do it, Tanya. I need to kill that fucker right now.”

“I know, girl. I know.” Her fingers began to stroke Britt’s beautiful brown hair. “But you told me back at the station. You told me you wanted to
make him suffer.”

“I do. But I can’t fucking take it. I can’t sleep at all. I won’t sleep until he’s dead.” She began to feel warm tears streaming down her face. It made her more furious.

“Calm down, girl. Calm down,” Tanya replied in a nice quiet voice. She continued to stroke her hair. Only now it was much slower than before.
The decrease in speed felt soothing to Britt. The warm fingertips from Tanya felt nice and relaxing. Somehow, it managed to calm her down just a little. She leaned her head back down against Tanya’s legs. They felt like soft pillows to her head.

“I feel cold, Tanya. Everything feels so cold and painful.” Her body began to tremble as the van continued its drive. She knew it was late at night and that meant the temperature was starting to drop. The coldness along with the pain in her body only made her feel worse.

“Here,” said Tanya. “Lift your head up a quick sec.”

Against all the pain in her head, Britt managed to lift her head from Tanya’s legs.

“What are you doing?” Britt asked.

She looked over at her friend, watching her unzip her jacket and quickly taking it off, divulging her sexy black tank top underneath. The brief look at her cleavage was a gratifying sight for Britt. Her friend always had beautiful tits.

“Lean your head back down,” Tanya said.

Britt did as she was told. She felt the warmth of the jacket as Tanya gently laid it over her like a cozy blanket. The coldness was starting to diminish.

“Better?” asked Tanya.

“Much better.” Britt replied.

“You know back in the day, it was you who used to look out for me. After you and your dad took me in. You cared for me like I was your little sister.”

“I remember. You were such a pain in the ass.”

“Look who’s talking now.”

That made Britt smile just a little. It had been so long since their high school years.

Several Years Ago
Britt had managed to arrive back at her house with Tanya in the passenger seat. They had quickly left Rose’s house and made their way to the safety of her own house. A place where they would both be safe for the night.

“You okay?” she asked Tanya.

The blonde girl looked completely exhausted. She was still pretty beaten up, and she was mostly covered in blood. Rose’s knife was clutched tight in her hand.

Britt took notice of it and reached over to grab it. “You won’t need that right now. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

Tanya looked over at her. She still looked pretty shocked over everything that had happened throughout the day. The poor girl had lost her mother and had taken a beating twice by a bunch of entitled bitches. She needed rest. More so than ever, she needed someone to look out for her. Britt was that person.

Britt pulled the car into her father’s garage. She closed the big door behind her and got out to help Tanya into the house.

“I got you. Don’t worry,” she told her. She wrapped her arm around the blonde girl’s back and helped her into the house.

“What about your car?” asked Tanya.

“What about it?”

“There’s blood all over the seat.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. Let me take care of you right now.”

The two girls made their way into the house, through the back door that led straight into the big kitchen.

Maria was putting some food in the fridge when she noticed the two. “Oh my god. What happened?”

“Nothing, Maria,” Britt assured her. “My friend here got into some trouble tonight. She’s spending the night here.”

“Okay, Ms. Britt. Your father hasn’t returned home yet.”

“That’s fine. Tell him I’m upstairs when he shows up.”

As the two made their way through the living room, Britt glanced at Tanya, noticing her looking at some of the family’s most valuable possessions.

“If you’re thinking about stealing more of our shit,” she looked Tanya in the eyes. “I’ll slit your fucking throat in your sleep,” Britt said in a low menacing voice.

Tanya sighed deeply. “I’m not planning on stealing more of your shit.”

Britt smiled in return. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

The journey upstairs was slightly more difficult than Britt had anticipated. Tanya’s condition was much worse than she would’ve preferred. The way in which she was limping and constantly leaned over as she walked suggested she may have had one or two broken ribs.

The girls entered Britt’s bedroom. The latter managed to settle Tanya down on her king size bed.

Britt went down to one knee beside her. “Here let’s take a look at that wound on your leg.”

The blonde girl didn’t seem to mind taking her pants off in front of Britt. The look in her eyes indicated she was desperate for any help she could get. Even if it was from someone she had robbed only a few days ago.

There was a large amount of dried blood covering the majority of her left leg that went down from her thigh all the way to her foot. The actual wound in her leg was deep, but fortunately not too deep. It was nothing a little disinfectant and a few stitches wouldn’t be able to fix up.

Britt looked up at Tanya. “Alright good news is your wound isn’t that deep.” She sighed before continuing. “Bad news is… it may hurt like a bitch to clean up.”

“I can take it.” The tone of her voice sounded definite.

Britt reached out and placed a comforting hand on her right knee. “Hey,” she said. “You don’t have to act tough in front of me. I’m here for you.”

Tanya looked into her eye for a brief moment, carefully considering Britt’s words before looking away, trying to hold back any tears.
It took about twenty minutes to stitch and disinfect Tanya’s wound. The girl only flinched once the moment she felt the cold wet alcohol covered cloth touch the tip of her wound. But besides that, she remained calm the entire time. Britt was surprised.

“That should be enough. It’ll scar obviously, but on the bright side you won’t lose your leg,” she said before patting Tanya’s knee. She smiled at Britt’s comment.

“Thanks.”

“How’s your chest feel?”

“It feels sore as hell.”

Britt got up and seated herself next to her. “Here, let me see.” As she reached out towards Tanya’s chest she stopped herself. “You okay if I touch you?” she asked her.

“You already touched my leg. Go ahead.”

Britt placed her hand in the spot where she felt Tanya’s ribs. She carefully moved her hand around that area, trying to locate the source of her pain. She may not have been a doctor, but she had witnessed first hand Dr. Silas’ treating her father’s men several times to know if something was up with a person’s physical condition. After two minutes, she found what she feared the most she would find.

“It looks like you have at least two broken ribs.”

“And what does that mean?” Tanya asked her.

“It means your chest is gonna be sore for about six weeks.”

Tanya looked down towards the floor. “Fuck,” she muttered.

Britt reached over to wrap her arm around her. She squeezed tight. “I know, girl. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass. But you’ll heal in time.”

“It’s not that.” The girl rubbed her eyes. “I was hoping to get out of here by tomorrow.”

That was something Britt never expected to hear. “Wait what. What do you mean get outta here?”

“The police are gonna figure out what happened with Rose. Sooner or later, they’re going to come after me since I’m the only suspect, and when that happens, you and your father are going to be in some deep shit.”

“What for harboring you? Don’t worry about it, girl.”

“How can you fucking say that?”

Britt leaned in close to her face. “Girl, you have no idea the type of shit my dad and I are involved in.”

Tanya looked confused. “What are you talking about? You mean like drugs?”

Britt shook her head. “No nothing like that. Bigger stuff.”

A part of herself wasn’t fully convinced that she should be telling Tanya any of this. But the girl was already in a serious situation. It wasn’t like she was going to go to the cops or anything.

“I don’t understand,” said Tanya.

Britt placed her hand on her shoulder. “Tell you what, girl. If you choose to stay with us tomorrow, I promise to tell you everything.”

Tanya slept like an angel that night while Britt laid awake for her father to return home. When he finally did, she was more than prepared to convince him to let Tanya stay.

“We’re going to have to kill her if she says no. Do you understand that?” he asked her.

“Yes, Dad. I know.” She knew what the outcome would be if Tanya had refused their offer.

“If what you told me about her is true, she would definitely be a worthy asset to our organization.”

“Oh trust me, she would. From what I’ve seen, she’s more than capable of taking a life.”

“I hope you’re right,” he told her. “For your sake, this better not be a mistake.”

Britt smiled. “I know, Dad. But like I said, that girl is a fighter. And we need someone like her.”

The next morning, after the two girls finished eating their breakfast, Britt wasted no time telling Tanya what she needed to hear.

“Listen, Tanya. I know you’re eager to move on from all this. You probably have a few ideas of where you want to run off to. But I’m here to tell you you don’t have to.”

“What do you mean, Britt?”

“Follow me downstairs.”

The two made their way down into the basement. The moment they reached the bottom of the long stairs, Britt flicked on the lights, brightening the entire room. She looked at Tanya, whose eyes widened at everything she saw.

“Holy shit!” Tanya said. “How many guns do you have down here?”

“About three hundred and seventy-six,” Britt answered.

Tanya turned towards her. “How do you know that?”

Britt grinned. “My dad lets me take inventory of all our weapons.”

From what Britt saw, Tanya looked like a little kid in a candy shop as she looked around the entire armory.

“Some of this could be yours,” Britt said. “That is if you join us.”

Tanya turned around confused. “Join you?” she asked.

“In our little quest to rid the world of the rich and mighty.”

“Aren’t you rich and mighty yourself.”

“We are. But it’s all for a purpose. A necessary purpose.”

Britt took out Rose’s little knife that Tanya used to kill her the previous night. She offered it to Tanya. “This could be yours as well.”

Tanya looked down at the sharp blade. She reached out with her hand and before she could touch it, she froze.

Britt sighed. “Girl, if you take this. You’re in with us. It’ll be a fresh new start for yourself. One where you don’t have to take shit from anyone.”

She looked Tanya in the eyes, and for the first time, she felt some sort of affection for the blonde girl. Her eyes looked beautiful and dazzling.
She had a pretty face like her own. An innocent face. One that held true darkness underneath. From the look in Tanya’s eyes, Britt could tell she felt the same way about her.

Tanya gently grabbed the knife from Britt. She looked down at it with curiosity. Before long, she began smiling at it. At that moment, Britt had knew she had made her choice. The right choice.

And then, Tanya kissed her on the lips. It was quick and sudden. Too sudden for Britt. Once Tanya had realized what she did, she stopped.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Britt had wrapped her arms around her and pressed her warm pink lips against hers. And suddenly, the two girls became lovers of terror.

Present Day
Britt woke to the sound of the van coming to a stop. She looked up from Tanya’s leg and noticed her father along with the rest of the organization standing outside.

She didn’t wait long to get out of the van and embrace her father with all her strength.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry I got caught.”

“It’s alright, baby girl. It’s alright.” His voice was soothing, similar to Tanya’s. He looked up towards the unconscious cop that laid on the floor of the van. “Is that the fucker?” he asked Tanya.

“Yep. That’s him alright,” she said, kicking the unconscious Blake.

Britt looked up at her father. “Dad, I want to be the one to punish him. It has to be me.”

She waited for what felt like minutes, wondering what her father was going to say. She knew deep down that he wanted to be the one to kill the fucker who tortured his daughter. But to Britt’s surprise, he said something that pleased her.

“Okay,” he said.

She smiled, thinking about all the pain and misery she was about to inflict upon Blake. She couldn’t wait to get started.
 
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