I do not own the Biker Mice From Mars and write only for the sake of sharing my imagination and flights of Biker mice fancy. This is a slight departure from the stories I've done in the past. A little darker and hopefully it will not be a disappointment. The Ring

By Morning

2002

He could feel them roughly unlocking the heavy metal chains from around his wrist and drag him from his cell. He was weak and battered so they had to pulled him along the dark corridors until the light of the commander's office all but blinded him. The artificial eyes he was given still didn't work properly and his weaken state didn't help him focus any better. In his clouded mine he wondered if his bros where still alive and if so were they anywhere close by. But thoughts of them soon faded when he realized what was about to happen to him.

From what he could remember, the prison commander, was much better looking then most of her kind. The black leather uniform she'd worn fit like a glove covering her trim fit body and her floor length silver hair was bound back into a long braid that was entwined with the purist Plutarkian gold. She never spoken in a harsh tone, but those who had any dealings with her knew not to be fooled by that. She was ruthless, cruel and received sadistic pleasure from trying to break the wills of the prisoners in her charge.

The guards released him and he fell to his knees exhausted. He could hear a chair being moved along the floor and the sound of small boot steps coming closer to him. She knelt down taking hold of his chin. Her stench wasn't as putrid as most, but he still wretched when she came too close.

"So does my pretty Martian want to take me up on my offer? Your life could be so much more pleasant if you wouldn't be so stubborn. Things could be so different between us," she ran her fingers slowly through his disheveled and dirty tan hair and down his bare arm. He was too weak to resist her touch. She lifted his face and smiled almost lovingly as she examined him. "Such a pretty, pretty, young thing. All you have to do is submit to what I want and I'll give you more than your wildest dreams. Being my consort does have many advantages."

He didn't know where he got the strength, but he found enough to pull away from her grasp and even though he had almost no voice left, he managed to whisper in defiance, "I…I'd rather… be thrown… into a pit with a pack of belching bog dogs."

She laughed wickedly and stood returning to her desk, "Seems like my beautiful little Martian still has a little fight in him and that's just not acceptable. Maybe a few moments with the ring will make him a bit more agreeable."

He involuntarily began to shake as he heard the sound of her desk draw opening and the rattling of the ring beginning taken out. The guards grabbed him by the arms even though he could do little to resist. He could feel the smooth metal being clasped around his neck almost chocking him and the guards letting him go stepping back so they wouldn't be caught in the electrical charge that was about to be sent through his body. He could hear his mind begging, "No not again, let it kill me this time, please not again."

He jerked up terrified. The darken room only confused his senses even more as he snatched the bed coverings off and threw his feet to the floor. He took a few breaths and looked around finally realizing he was safe in bed. Well, not exactly his bed but on the cot in Charley's guest room. He looked around to make sure he hadn't disturbed either of his bros and they appeared to still be sleeping

He got up and went to the bathroom. Clicking on the light he stood in front of the hand bowl and turned on the cold water sticking his head under the faucet. The water felt wonderful and made him focus even more. He reached over, grabbed a towel and dried off. Then looking up into the small medicine cabinet mirror he pushed his wet hair out of his face and lifted his chin. He brushed the thin layer of fur away and looked at the permanent scar burned around his neck. 

He chuckled sadly remembering when Charley asked why he always worn the scarf, "Because it goes with my cool image," he joked. Yeah, some joke. It was just another nail that had been pounded into to his emotional coffin.

Carbine tried to help, but he eventually pushed her away. She'd waited so long and all she got for her troubles was damaged goods. She was hurt but better off finding someone whole and he was trying not to let it happen again.

He jumped when a soft tapping startled him, " Is everything okay in there? I thought I heard somebody yelling." Charley's soft worried voice could be heard from the other side.

"Everything is fine, Charley girl. I guess those ten hot dogs ain't settled yet, sorry I was so loud and woke ya." He walked over and touched the door.

"Throttle, are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

" Nope, I'm fine just go back to bed."

"Okay. But if you need anything let me know. Good night." She whispered sweetly.

"I don't need a thing. Night, Babe." He could hear her go back to her room and close the door. He turned letting his back lean against the bathroom door. He slowly slid down to the floor burying his head in his hands.

From the other door that attached the guest room a tall figure walked in and stood silently in front of him. "You have it again, bro?" Modo asked kneeling down putting an arm around Throttle's trembling shoulders.

"Yeah I guess it's the penance for my sin." He cried softly shaking his head.

"What sin? Most guys would have caved in the first time she put that thing on them.

How you lasted as long as you did was nothin' less then a miracle. Besides we got out and you didn't give that wench anything.

"But that last day, to stop the pain I would have done anything. If you and Vinnie hadn't come when you did, everything my Dad taught me, everything I've believed in would have been trash," Throttle lamented.

"I think your Dad would have been proud of the integrity you showed. None of us is prefect, bro. You gotta let go of the guilt. You let this thing cost ya Carbine, ya gonna keep punishing yourself every time you start having feelin' for somebody?"

He looked shocked at his wise companion, "I…"

"You are crazy about, Charley girl. Ever since she and Vinnie decided they weren't going to be an item, I've seen that look when you think nobody is watchin'. I've known you too long, T-man." He playfully shook Throttle's shoulders. "You should at least tell Charley what you're feelin'. She's kind of stuck on you too."

"I can't Modo, I don't deserve a fine babe like Charley. I freed Carbine and I'm not about to trap another woman."

"I think your wrong, Throttle, but I'm not gonna press ya. Try and get some rest we gotta hit the streets early." Modo gave his shoulder one more encouraging shake and went back to bed.

Throttle remained on the bathroom floor contemplating what Modo said. No, he couldn't, no matter how much his heart yearned to be with her, it wouldn't be fair. He took a long breath, wiped his face got up and went back to bed.

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Limburger's office:

"My dear, Commander Craft, I'm sure I can be of immense service to you, for the right price that is." Limburger leaned back in his big leather chair gleaming at the thought of increasing his secret Swiss cheese account.

The Commander snapped her fingers and one of her armed escort stepped up and dropped a large sack of gold gills on his desk, "All I want from you Limburger is where can I find them. I'll take care of the actual capture myself."

Limburger literally drooled opening the satchel and pouring the gold on his desk, "Well their actual base of operations is not exactly known, but I can tell you where they will eventually appear. It seems they have an ally on this poultry planet, an annoying female who owns a small garage not far from here. "

"Just give me the directions and I'll do the rest. Oh, my price will include the use of that

odd creature who worked for Stilton back on Mars. I'll need him to do some tweaking on the devise I will be using."

"But of course my dear Commander, my mad scientist, is your mad scientist." Limburger smiled making sure he secured the bag of money in his greedy hands.

"Just make sure that you keep the other two busy until I get him properly acclimated to his new life. Once that's done, he'll be all mine and there will be nothing they can do to

save him." The devious look on the woman face even made Limburger quiver, grateful it was the Martian that was her quarry.

After locating the garage, Craft set up in a small abandoned building maintaining a discreet distances but close enough to keep the garage under surveillance. She watched as the bikes and their rides entered and left the establishment and she was very interested in the human female that was always in the three Martians company.

Her plan was simple, wait until he left alone, follow him, knock him out and take him away all nice and neat. The only problem was he never seemed to travel without some one tagging along.

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"Okay bros, this is our last night bunking at Charley's. The city finally finished replacing the drain pipes and I think we need to celebrate." Modo announced plopping on the couch and propping his feet up.

"That sounds like plan how about a good old fashion pig fest. Lot's of dogs, root beer, and all the fixin's. What do you say, Charley girl, you game?"

"To celebrate having my place back all to myself, yes, I think that's worth a big celebration. So who's taken me to the store? "

"Well, me and Vinnie have already started watchin' this game. Hey Throttle, you aren't really into the game, you got the privilege of transporting our Charley for the munchies." Modo smiled with a special twinkle in his eye.

"Sure Charley I'll be glad to take ya." He smiled extending his hand to help her on his bike.

"And there's no rush so why don't you take the scenic route," Vinnie added smirking.

Throttle rolled his eyes, made sure Charley was securely behind him and they left for the store.

Craft saw the two leave and knew she'd have to take him now or never even if it meant taking the human too. She commanded her men to board the vans, Limburger provided, and follow the couple.

After coming out of the store Throttle opened his sidecar letting Charley place the refreshments inside.

"So you want to?" The sparkle in her eyes was inviting.

"Do I want to what?" Throttle looked at her nervously. 

 "Take the scenic route back?" she smiled.

"Oh that, you really don't want to, do you?" he cautiously pulled his specks down from his eyes.

"Well, if you think being out with me will be that unpleasant, no." Charley looked at him with her arms crossed acting just a little insulted.

" Of course I don't think that, being out with you would be the best… I mean I can't think of anyone I….."

Charley giggled and pushed the button on his helmet closing the visor. "Just go and take the lake drive it will be beautiful this time of night."

Craft continued following and monitoring the actions of her prize and the human clinging to him, "Don't lose them," she commanded her driver.

Not far along the pleasant Lake drive Throttle stopped his bike. He and Charley got off and walked a few yards along the lake's edge. "Its nice here so, beautiful and quiet," Charley said stopping and turned to look at Throttle.

"Yeah, I like comin' here when stuff gets too crazy," he watched her for a second and reached out to take her hand, "Look Charley, there's something we gotta talk about."

Before he could say another word four large green vans pulled up surrounding them. The doors flew open and Craft's man poured out with weapons pointing as the shocked couple. Throttle got firmer grip on Charley's hand and pulled her protectively behind him drawing his own weapon.

Craft slowly stepped out of the van's back door staring at Throttle and held a hand up indicating that her guards where not to fire, "Some things only improve with time my pretty pet." She leered hungrily at how the years had only improved the desirability of her now captured prey.

"I'm not your pet, Craft.  I wasn't then and I won't be now." Throttle had a hard time controlling the tremble in his voice. But the complete hate he felt for the Plutarkian could be detected a million miles away.

"You will always be my pet, precious, pretty one. And I don't mind that you found a little plaything to keep you busy until I found you.  Although I must say I can't say much about your taste."

Charley rolled her eyes and started to move around Throttle, but he held his arm up to stop her, "What do you want, Craft?"

"Isn't that obvious. I came to get what's mine," she smiled and nodded her head.

Before he could react a net was thrown over them both charged with just enough electricity to render them unconscious. Throttle pulled Charley into his arms just before everything went black.

"Shall we dispose of the human, Commander?" One of the guards asked carrying Charley over his shoulder.

Craft walked over and picked up a strand of Charley's hair wrapping it around her finger, "No, bring her along, I have plans for that human."

To be continued….