Short Story in the Making
Part 2
Written by Blaze Van Wham 2002
Copyright Blaze Van Wham 2002-2003
-----------------------------------------------
We begin our story in the Last Chance Garage, with Vinnie, Modo and Throttle, and Charley. Jax has made a disappearance within the last few days, to who knows where, since the night with Throttle.
----------------------------------------------
Charley made an appearance from behind one of the bikes she was working on. "Any clue as to where your sister ran off to?" She asked Vinnie, looking at him, as if he'd know the answer.
"Nope. No idea. Don't care much either." He shrugged. He knew his sister. She'd come back in one piece.
Charley's mouth went slack. "You don't care about your own sister?!" She said to him, almost yelling.
"Whoa whoa Charley-girl, take a deep breath! I know my sister, she'll be fine." He assured her. "No worries, all right? She did this on Mars all the time. No sense in worrying about her, all she'll do is get mad at all of us when she gets back!" He growled a little at her.
Charley sighed. "I suppose you're right. You'd know your twin best." Charley looked over to Throttle. He had been silent over the last few days, not saying much of anything to anyone. "You okay, Throttle?" She asked him, concerned.
Slowly, Throttle brought his gaze to rest upon Charley's. "Everything's all right, Charley. No problems." He told her. He sat in a chair off to the side, looking like he was almost contemplating life. Which, in Throttle's mind, he was. What if Jax became pregnant? What then? She had a husband already. Why oh why hadn't he grabbed some protection before that night?
Modo stood off to the side, silent as well, but speaking more than Throttle. Limburger had been quiet for the last few days, and it had been kind of nice not to worry any about him. Or his goons. Or his villains. He wondered about Jax, and thought about that morning. He emitted a low growl in his throat, noting the jealous tone in it, and quickly covered it up with a cough. It wouldn't do to have two mice fighting over Jax, as well as her being married. Modo needed to knock some sense into his head. There'd always be that little part that had wished it had been him though, and not his bro, Throttle.
-------------------------------------------------
Jax stepped into the Limburger tower. She crept along the steps silently, not making a sound. She had left Viz outside, so as not to make more noise, and started on her way up to Limburger's office. She hadn't been on Earth for long. She really didn't have any idea as to what here bros were worried about.
She knocked quietly on the office door to Limburger's office. He answered it, and looked at her curiously. "What brings you here, my lovely lady vole?" He asked her, as he ushered her into the office.
She sighed. "I need some information from you Limburger." She said simply, standing before his desk.
"And that would be?"
"I need an abortion doctor." She said and looked away.
Limburger looked upon the female mouse in his office, alone with him at this hour of the morning, and noticed something very different. Most of her hair was gone, replaced by an almost baldness on top of her head. She looked like that one rodent, Vincent Van Wham. Limburger nodded to her. "And what do I get in return if I give you the information you need?" He asked her, tapping his fingers together in front of him.
"I will rid you of one someone who opposes you greatly. But not the Biker Mice." She stated.
Limburger thought about this for a moment. "You'll rid me of a great enemy, but not those inferior Biker Mice hmmm?" He asked to her and to himself. "Deal is off." He said to her.
"But-"
"No buts, my dear, the only ones I want to rid this planet of is those inferior Biker Mice." He paused a moment. "I will make you another proposition however."
She raised an eyebrow, interested.
"You'll allow Karbunkle to do some more experiments on yourself. And for two days, you will work for me, and whatever I ask of you, shall be done. If you do not keep to your part of this proposition, then I won't deliver the information you need." Limburger told her.
"Let that scum experiment more on me? Haven't I been experimented on enough?!" Jax said angrily.
"It's either that, or having to deal with carrying a child around for 9 months. Which I believe is the reason you want that information, my dear voluptuous vole?" Limburger said, sound very matter of fact. There was little light in the office itself, maybe moonlight. Jax was almost entirely bathed in it. Slowly, she nodded to Limburger.
"Deal." She held out her hand to shake his. Limburger grasped it eagerly in return.
---------------------------------------------------
We enter upon our third scene of this story, set deep within Limburger's tower. Karbunkle is prancing around his lab on Earth, gathering various items of metal, sharpness, and such and placing them onto a metal cart. Only a few feet away from him, Jax lay spread out on a metallic table, naked, and unconscious. Sedatives have been placed into her, very heavy ones, and she has no way to fight back. Her wrists are tied to each corner of the table, as well as her ankles. Her body is not viewed as anything sexual, something merely biological, that Karbunkle can alter and change about her.
----------------------------------------------
Karbunkle removed the eye from Jax's right eye that he had put in back on Mars. He had developed a new one, a more advanced one. Carefully, he placed the newly designed eye into her right eye socket, and wired it around a bit. His hands eagerly moved to her whip of a tail, sliding along it, and deciding whether or not to replace it as well. He decided against it, but he also decided to some other alterations to her body that she would barely notice. One, was the two nipple piercings he had put onto her extremely large breasts. He smiled to himself, knowing someone would get pleasure out of those, hopefully a Plutarkian. He had also put some piercings into her tail. Karbunkle had always experimented with the four elements, but he still had a lot of work to do before he'd be able to place them into a mouse. And this was a full grown mouse. Infants would do much better, to alter their genes to accept the element they decided to place within them.
As Karbunkle was prancing around the lab still, picking up little things here and there, putting away things, Jax's right eye opened. She blinked, opened her other eye, and realized something was severely different about herself. She looked down at her body, and noticed the piercings on her breasts. Then she looked at her tail. The piercings had been almost melded into her skin. She wouldn't ever be able to take them out, unless she wanted to rip that part of her skin and her nipples off. She cursed. More than likely Karbunkle had put those in for the pleasure of the Plutarkian slave traders, which she knew Limburger would try to sell her to. She let her head rest back against the metal, cold and unwilling, even against her fur. She let out a sigh.
"I see our special guest has awakened." Karbunkle's sickening voice entered Jax's ears. "Good morning, oh well muscled female mouse." He said to her, and bowed a little. Jax blinked again, looking at him and growled.
"Ah ah ah." Karbunkle said. "We must not fight against our restraints or make any rude comments to your experimentational father." He chided her.
Jax closed her mouth, and lay back. "You almost done, you sick fiend?" She asked him.
"Just about. One more teensy little thing I need to do before I let you go see the cheesiest head of all, Limburger." Karbunkle told her. He grabbed her gun from beside her clothing and held it before her. "You are now permanently attached to this. You will notice the first time you use your eye and your gun together, your range will be much closer, and much clearer and easier to hit. As well, the piercings I've placed into you are for whomever wants to receive a great amount of pleasure from you. I'd advise never removing them either, as they seem to tear off that part of skin with it. Your nails have all been replaced with metal ones that are indestructible."
Jax looked at him incredulously. "You sick bastard..." She said. Karbunkle just smiled.
"Only doing my duty, Miss Van Wham. Now. Limburger would like you in this office right away. Pull your clothes back on, and head up there immediately." Karbunkle ordered. He unclasped her wrists, ankles, and quickly, Jax pulled her clothing on, and headed up towards Limburger's office.
-------------------------------------