Chapter Seven: Cheap Porno and Free* Advice

As Lia tried to focus on scrubbing her skin clean, hissing with pain each time the water or soap bit into her bruised body, hours away, back in the garage of the only home she'd known up to that point in her life, Jim Gordon opened the side door when Blake screeched his muscle car to a halt in the wide driveway.

"What do you need sir?" Blake said as soon as his foot crossed the threshold.

Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose and Blake suddenly noticed the commissioner's bloodshot eyes and barely contained rage.

"What is it sir?"

Gordon closed and locked the side door before he spoke lowly even though the only ears that could hear, couldn't speak. Gordon whispered urgently but the dust mites, termites and arachnid families heard every syllable he spoke.

A pregnant black widow listened from the rafters, the red hourglass on her shiny black abdomen was bloated with how close she was to spitting out her eight-legged progeny.

"Any word of this leaks and you'll put your gun and shield on my desk."

Blake nodded as Gordon continued.

"Lia's been abducted, I don't know who exactly has taken her, but they sent me a ransom list."

Blake held his breath and kept his expression completely neutral as Gordon allowed him to see the still images the abductor or abductors had taken of his daughter. He whistled lowly at some of the names that were demanded to be set free. The men on the list were not worth the skin they were printed on, no value even in harvesting their organs because they would be necrotic and full of poison.

Blake returned Gordon's phone and clenched his hands into fists. "What do you need me to do sir?"

"I need you to bring my daughter home but we're going to have to bypass some of the standard operating procedures."

"Yes sir," Blake said and felt a trill through his nervous system as his pituitary gland got all hot and bothered and hormonally stimulated him from his balls to the base of his brain.

"Do you have some friends not on the force that can help you out? I don't want anything unnecessarily tied to GPD."

Blake couldn't help but chuckle. "You really are a do-gooder sir; don't you have a pocketful of CI's that can get you anything in this fucking city?"

"No son, not a do-gooder, I've always operated within the law but now my little girl is missing and if I lose her, I'm afraid my wife won't be able to come back from it."

Blake's humor evaporated and he gladly accepted the beer Gordon offered.

Gordon leap-frogged over an offer of a beer for himself and returned to the kitchen to continue emptying the potent booze. A quick glance at Sara, showed her face, smooth and slack from the pharmaceutical stranglehold in her spiked mug of tea.

As Gordon logged into his computer and typed his access code into the main server of GPD. Blake was busying contacting friends he'd made in the Sandbox fighting someone else's war.

Blake lost many friends to dying for oil for a foreign government and had friends that returned with him, both physically and mentally incomplete, after finding the unintentional and intentional landmines.

These group of men from Blake's unit were men that declared themselves Patriots of the Homeland and lived for that only. Men that had had their humanity stripped from them as they were turned into a red, white, and blue war machine.

Gordon watched Blake pace at the rear of the garage, the shiny rounded toe of his boot, kicked up small puffs of dust with each stomp.

Blake ended the call and returned to Gordon's side and found a fresh beer waiting for him. Blake squinted at the screen that Gordon had displayed. "The last ping from Lia and her friend's phones were rom here," Gordon said and tapped a light blue blinking triangle that indicated the campgrounds.

Blake drained the beer and belched loudly as he moved his eyes over the screen.

"What's your first move Hot Head?"

Blake smirked as he tapped the same blinking blue shape. "Let's see if anything got left behind to find these fucks."

Gordon felt his heart swell with pride as Blake tapped his phone frantically before returning his attention to Gordon. "I just got a whole lot of reinforcements that'll meet us there," Blake said excitedly.

Gordon gave Sara one last peek to ensure that she was still blissfully unaware of what was happening outside the swirling energy throughout her brain's grey matter.

Gordon slid onto the leather bench seat of the high-performance hot rod and headed over to Blake's house.

Blake backed the rear of the garage halfway into his garage before the two men loaded copious amounts sawed off shotguns, handguns and weapons that never made it to Gotham PD's evidence room.

As Gordon and Blake continued to load up Kevlar vests, explosives and tracking devices that were made by an enemy government but sold to the US at a great buy, hours away at the hot springs, Lia swirled her arms slowly and watched with disgust as bigger pieces of waste rose to the surface.

She coughed wetly and spit out a glob of yellowish phlegm as Bane continued to watch her, complete impassivity on the visibility of his exposed features.

Bane settled back again a hot rock that had been blessed with the sun's touch as Lia ran her trembling fingers through her wet, tangled hair. He could see the many snarls and even a small twig that had hitched a ride on the now wet strands.

As Bane settled his hands under the water to rest on top of his thighs, having to clench his hands into fists so that he didn't try and pluck the stick from her hair, hours, and hours away in Gotham City.

Miranda Tate adjusted her lipstick after Bruce filled her with come and then returned to the party.

Talia regarded her reflection a moment, her cheeks were rosy, and her lips swollen from trying to devour Bruce's face as he fucked her harder with each thrust.

Miranda left the elegant bathroom and paused to root for a small round container of some very addictive pain pills. She had a bad bout with her sciatica flareup and fell head over heels in love with the seductive kiss of the opiates.

As she let one of the round, yellow tablets dissolve under tongue she noticed two men arguing in an adjacent doorway.

Miranda closed her purse and slid a little lower while staring at the two arguing men.

Miranda's burgundy painted lips pulled into a wide smile as Phillip Stryver and John Daggett came into focus.

She strained her ears and could only catch a few words and phrases.

"Girl…..here…paid…..now..," John said with gritted teeth.

"Complications….no flights now…different buyer," Phillip countered.

"I paid for her….how much more…she was mine!"

"I know, I'm s…," Phillip started to babble.

"You're so….? You th…..," John began to screech until his face was as red as a ripe tomato, the skin just about ready to burst.

Talia heard just enough and in that moment, spontaneously created a solid, can't fail, Plan B in her head.

"Gentlemen," Miranda said loudly in her cultured tone.

Both men turned and watched as she appeared to them as the goddess Venus walking towards them, glowing in her freshly fucked state.

"Gentlemen," she purred,

"Ms. Tate, I do hope you're enjoying the festivities," John Daggett said grandly and held out his arms, leaving Miranda whether he wanted a hug or kneel of penitence.

Talia settled on a saccharin sweet smile as she tilted her head and extended her bejeweled right hand.

John Daggett pressed his reptilian lips against her hand before Striver placed his own lips on the sloppy seconds of the top of her hand.

"It's stunning Mr. Daggett, the ice sculptures in particular are just lovely."

Daggett smiled his own powerful CEO business eviscerating, rabid wolf in sheep's clothing smile as Miranda linked arms with him and leaned down to whisper lowly and conspiratorially in his ear.

"Mr. Daggett, I've been doubly blessed in a recent bout of a very lucrative financial opportunity that may now make my bank account in Zurich and your… wallet very pleased," she finally added as she gingerly danced her fingers up the front of his trousers.

Daggett cleared his throat and motioned for Stryver to disappear before he loudly cleared his throat again, not entirely trusting his words.

"Go on, please Ms. Tate."

As Miranda began to explain that an associate of hers had somehow managed to get Commissioner's Gordon daughter out from under his nose and since it was very unlikely any of the criminal masterminds from her list would be released. It was very certain that John Daggett was the Epstein of his era and loved purchasing underage girls for his well-known and well-safeguarded and secreted Worldwide Stables.

Hours back in the hot springs as Lia finally felt most of the grime and gunk float away from her body in the near-scalding pool of water, she didn't feel her ears burning as Talia filled Daggett's ear and inflated his sexual desire for Lia until it could've burst.

Daggett was enthralled with each of Talia's syllables through her full red wine-colored lips, she exuded a tantalizing truth in her freshly fucked state as Bruce's billionaire semen still dripped from her wet hole.

Miranda could still see that even Daggett would've come if she had even pretended was going to just sniff his dick, it was still the weight of a federal crime and exposure of an enterprise built with a foundation of cement, blood, and murder for hire.

Miranda looked around and found the two of them alone on the plush carpet. "She's a virgin."

Daggett visibly paled in the low light and he swallowed hard.

"Can I see her first?"

Miranda smiled and let liquid sex and submission fill her eyes. In that moment she was thirty years too old for Daggett to make his dick hard, but he saw the devotion in her eyes which stroked his microcephalic ego.

"Wait right here," she murmured huskily and left Daggett to his racing thoughts that ran in tandem with his pounding heart and simmering lust.

As Talia left Daggett to his bought and paid for fantasies, she pulled her phone from her boutique clutch bag and dialed Bane's burner.

In the small space of time before the call connected, Bane gritted his teeth behind his mask as Lia turned her back to him and ducked down until the water washed over head for a few seconds.

His phone rang once and Lia paused as she turned back towards him, water falling off her face as their eyes met.

Bane held her eyes as the phone gave a shrill third ring.

Lia held her breath as he picked up the phone and grunted a greeting before it sound for a fourth time.

"My friend," Talia purred when Bane picked up the call.

Bane grunted again but felt a spike in one of his heart valves as her words pierced him.

Bane realized as Talia plodded on, that the sounds and nuances of each of her syllables had changed somehow, had begun to rot around the edges and held the aroma of rotting sweetness.

As Talia spoke, Bane kept his glued to Lia, keeping her caught in the intensity of his stare.

"Gordon will never let those soldiers free, those men of honor. I've drained their accounts and cleared out all the information I wanted from GPD."

"And?" Bane simply asked, not blinking as Lia's breathing grew shallow and she wished she could disappear as the hulking masked man kept the phone pressed to his ear. The plastic device looked like a toy in his large grasp.

"We can make more money if we sell the girl to Daggett."

Bane lost his concentration at Talia's words and blinked. He didn't have to ask her to repeat herself because she continued at will.

"Daggett will pay top dollar to make her his whore of the month, get her cleaned up and send some pictures that will seal the sale to that billionaire lech, make sure she's a virgin. I told Daggett she was, send those pictures within the hour, I'll be in touch," she said before she abruptly ended the call.

Miranda found Daggett on the balcony, practically coming in his pants like a teenager when Miranda said she'd have some pictures of his possible new acquisition within the hour for his approval.

Talia felt her anger flare; she was suddenly a peacock in full bloom when Daggett started shaking his head as Miranda began discussing prices.

"No, no, no Ms. Tate, money isn't an issue."

"Then what is it Mr. Daggett?" Miranda tried to say without clenching her teeth.

"I want to see her in person, I want to inspect the merchandise myself."

"Dr. Daggett, how do you plan on inspecting the potential product?"

Daggett laughed, "don't be silly dear, I'm not going to try and poke it, I just want to make sure it's who you say it is and that it's viable. I've got some plans in mind for this one," he added in a husky whisper.

Phillip Stryver slithered into view and opened his jacket to show a short-barreled .38 and wordlessly supported Daggett's veiled threats.

Miranda smiled and tried to not let herself shine through. She dipped her head. "I understand completely, I'm asking for a lot of your trust. You'd like to see her?"

Daggett felt his chest swell with perceived strength and nodded.

Miranda pressed her lips together and she looked down at her diamond encrusted watch.

'It'll take me a few hours to get a transport together. Pack a bag for a couple nights in case we need it, anything you feel you'll need, it's a long drive and hike," Miranda said to the two men.

Daggett rolled his eyes, "I've got a plane Ms. Tate, just tell my pilot where the nearest runway is."

"Your planes won't work there Mr. Daggett, it's a long drive and hike to where your merchandise is being held."

Daggett and Stryver glanced at each other.

"Fine Ms. Tate," Phillip finally said, breaking his silence. "When should we expect you?"

Miranda smiled widely, keeping her carnivorous core hidden behind her straight, white teeth and full, shapely red lips.

"I'll be back in two hours gentlemen," Miranda said as she left the men to their own thoughts and plans.

Talia quickly dialed Bane back, stomping to the rear door of her high-end SUV that her driver held open.

Back in the hot water, the phone once again distorted the moment and Bane had a fleeting thought to smash it on the rocks.

Bane waited until the first ring ended and through the entirety of the second as he watched Lia scrape dirt from under her nails, avoiding the finger with the torn away nail and raw bed.

Bane answered with another unintelligible grunt as Talia began speaking the moment the call connected.

"Daggett wants to see her in person, I'm going to head out in a few hours," Talia started and couldn't see the clash of loyalty, duty, service in his eyes when he found himself staring at a woman who was creating confusion.

Talia didn't give Bane a chance to say the wrong thing as she prattled on with her list of demands.

"Clean up the commissioner's daughter, make her look presentable," she said before she lowered her voice and added in a croaked whisper.

"Find out if she's a virgin, Daggett thinks that's what he is buying. We'll be there in a day."

"We?" Bane finally asked.

He could hear Talia's aggravation in her sigh. "He's bringing Stryver and couple paid muscle who wear Valentino suits, not warriors."

Bane grunted, assuring Talia he would do whatever was necessary and whatever she asked twice.

"Thank you my friend," she purred before she ended the call.

Bane kept the phone pressed to the side of his face as he stared at Lia as she reached down in the water to scrub between her toes.

He set the phone back on the warm, wet rock and made Lia nearly stumble with his sudden question.

"Who are you Ophelia Serena Gordon?"

As Bane's musical statement seemed to waterboard Lia's ability to speak, hours away in Gotham, Talia threw a couple grey canvas bags into the back of a paneled van, splashed with the bright the logo of a popular florist.

Talia's eyes fell on a half-zipped bag that didn't belong to her. She held her breath and snaked free the pack of cigarettes that were peeking through the canvas flap.

She inhaled deeply on the organic blended cigarette and opened the bag further and pawed through its contents. She pushed passed matched socks and shirts. Her eyes widened when her manicured nails brushed a bottle shoved in between two folded pairs of jeans.

Talia squinted at the low-rent label but unscrewed the cap of shitty cabernet and took a few acidic swallows before the sound of a low grunt interrupted her.

She tiptoed around the side of the pink floral van and found a fresh-faced, nameless militant watching free porn on his smart phone. Talia bit her lip as the young man was stroking his cock that was as hard as the rifle of his machine gun.

She squinted and saw the screen was filled with a shaved cunt yawning open, being drilled by two dicks.

Talia cleared her throat and couldn't help but chuckle as the man dropped his phone to the cement but was still serenaded by the blonde screaming out her first orgasm when another dick appeared and disappeared up her ass.

"Don't turn it off," Talia ordered lowly and began walking towards the armed man with the heaving chest.

As she grew closer, he fumbled at his cock that had fallen to half-mast and tried to shove it back behind his zipper.

"Don't put that away either," she growled and took a long swallow of the low-quality wine.

The man froze as Talia spit the mouthful of warm wine over his softened cock. His breath hitched when her full, luscious lips slid up his softened cock and began bobbing her head with a frequency that his cock had to rise.

His eyes fell to his phone which was still playing, loudly.

He felt a surge as he matched his movements to the man on the screen that was drilling the bottle-blonde's throat.

While Talia buried her mouth around the armed kid, she snaked a free hand to slide down the front of her skirt and panties.

She was brimming with too many emotions to think clearly and knew opiates and alcohol would make her too sleepy, too vulnerable.

Talia rubbed her sensitive slit furiously until her cunt leaked juice which she used to slide a couple fingers into her tight hole. She felt her rectum clench and a near spasm in her left calf as she soaked her panties and came so hard she might've stumbled if she wasn't already practically sitting.

Talia became aware of the random cock she was sucking and after letting herself have a minute to bask in the orgasmic afterglow, pulled a .45 handgun from her inner thigh holster and shot the man above her while his cock was buried in her mouth.

Talia rose to her feet and retrieved the fallen fuck boy's phone. She reapplied a thick layer of burgundy lipstick as the video ended with the blonde walking through a veritable waterfall of semen.

Talia returned to packing and called another random man to clear the still warm body before checking the oil and tire pressure. As she continued getting everyone together and outlining the route and approach, hours away at the destination being discussed, Lia cleared her throat but found she couldn't break eye contact with him as he repeated his question.

"Who are you Ophelia Serena Gordon?"