She gaped at the opening that had recently formed on the wall and was used as an exit by a panicky Wolvie and a pack of crazed groupies that went after him.
He also gawked at the same opening in the same way, but he soon concentrated his attention to the young woman that was staring along with him. He smoothly got off the bed he had been tied upon for the last hours and looked at her, as a vein in his forehead was beginning to pulsate angrily. She turned around and looked at him in newfound panic, exclaiming an "Uh-oh..."
Jubilee had remained all alone with a untied Jack in his own room right now. It was a bit rational of her to be afraid of her well-being right now.
"You little manipulative bitch..." the manipulated bi guy expressed his righteous lament a bit too aggressively. That, combined to his hands that extended menacingly towards Jubilee's direction, resulted to her fleeing in panic towards the first opening she could find.
That opening unfortunately was the triangular door that Logan had slashed to provide a way to breach Jack's lab. There was no other way out from that lab, apart from the stairs she was descending right now in order to get INTO it.
So as soon as she arrived in there, she realised she was trapped. She could hear Jack's steps as he took his time going after her, obviously knowing that she had no way to get out of there.
"Oh, no, don't tell me I'll get to play the damsel in distress again..." she thought to herself.
Logan run like his ass was on fire.
When he finally realised was too tired to run like his ass was on fire, he kept running like the wind.
He run so much that he reminded himself of that really cool German film, "Run Lola Run".
But the redhead (and Logan really likes redheads) playing in that movie had three alternate endings, in case her running proved to be in vain. He only had one, and it depended on how fast he could run right now. And believe me, Logan wasn't the one who would normally run away from danger, rather than walk INTO danger, so he wasn't that good at running away at all.
As he considered turning his head backwards to check out if they were still after him, a thought crossed his mind;
Who has the biggest will to keep running as fast as he can? Is it the poor man that is hunted down from his demented, salivating groupies? Or is it the groupies themselves, who currently have the chance of a lifetime in front of them; get close to their idol and have the chance to touch him...or even more than that?
As he finally turned his head around, he realised in terror that the right answer was "The latter".
Because all of the aforementioned groupies were still hot on his trail, not further than a few feet behind him. Not even one of them had stayed behind the others. Marie was still ahead of them, leading their way like the proud leader that she was.
"I guess they are THAT eager to meet me up close" he thought to himself, but soon realised that thinking was preventing him from running faster, so he shut all kinds of thoughts off his brain. He instead transferred all of his energy to his sore feet.
As he kept running, he couldn't help but whistle at the uber hot redhead that he passed by... (After all, he's such a fool for redheads) The woman was the famous actress named Famke Janssen and she strangely reminded him of Jean. She was casually leaning against the gratings.
Famke blushed and fluttered her eyelashes, thus showing her slight approval of his expression.
The girls that were following behind noticed that and were infuriated in jealousy. As they also passed past Famke, they put some serious effort in lynching her and pushing the poor actress overboard. One of the groupies, having just finished munching on her hot dog at that moment, gently tucked the hot dog wrapper in Famke's pocket before sending her falling over the gratings and straight into the not-so-welcoming ocean.
"That bitch always got on my nerves anyway" the hot-dog-eating-groupie named Poe muttered between small breaths of almost-exhaustion, while tucking away a few loose strands of red hair that kept falling in front of her blue eyes.
Then all the groupies kept going after their growly idol, making sure that they haven't lost much ground to him.
The floor had just been swept under her feet, and Mystique was so surprised by what had happened that she turned back into her natural form as she kept falling towards the sea's shiny surface.
The last thought that crossed her mind before meeting the water was that spending a relaxing vacation in the form of a sexy celeb was a horridly bad idea.
A bit further than the place where Famke/Mystique's journey on the ship had come to an end, Evita was walking her bunny unsuspectingly.
She had finished shopping and had gone back to her own cabin with the stuff that she bought. After a few minutes of looking over them and making sure that nothing was missing, her Karate-Bunny began scratching the bed's legs, reminding her that since she began dating that Robbie guy she hadn't walked the poor critter out in order to pee.
So she picked Fluffy up, put his leash on him and was now walking him around the boat.
The bunny snarled furiously at the lack of any place with dirt to pee on. Those stupid humans with their stupid ships, what's the point of cruising over the whole ocean if your bladder is going to burst a long time before you make it to the other side?
Evita however ignored the rabbit's snarling, since she had just remembered that she had left Robbie alone in the cafe where they were supposed to have breakfast together.
"Let's go and check out on Robbie, shall we?" she cheerily said to the bunny. The Karate-bunny bad-mouthed her in response, but since she didn't have knowledge of the bunny language to begin with, she just took the bunny's insults as a "yes".
As soon as Robbie unlocked the door to his cabin, his sexy companion pushed him inside.
"What the...?"he tried to protest at no one in particular.
"Shut up." was all that the hot Baywatch babe had to say to him. Carmen closed the door and double-locked it.
Robbie's eyes grew in surprise to this woman's aggressiveness. She was acting like SHE had the upper hand in whatever they were going to do in the next few hours.
"Why are you-"
"SHUT the fuck up. Get to the bed, you filthy male slut!" she began yelling at a bewildered Robbie.
She was really possessive. Robbie could grow into that. He liked women that had the guts to boss him around. So he obeyed and began to walk to the bed.
"Move your lazy ass!" Carmen yelled, pissed at his unbelievable slouchiness, while she pushed him on the bed herself.
Robbie turned around, since he had fallen face-first on the soft mattress. Even if he didn't like being bossed around, he would have settled for it, since he had the chance to get in bed with an ultra-hot Baywatch babe. So he said nothing and just grinned at his luck.
"Don't smile on me, dog! Get naked...NOW!" Carmen suppressed her own grin into her mechanic jaw. She just loved to do what she was programmed to do.
Jubilee tried to find something to hide under as the steps of her almost lover were closer and more distinctive by the minute. But, hell, the stupid lab had nothing assuring enough to provide a hideplace.
So she instead began looking for something that she could use as a weapon against the enemy. Tubes with weird toxic liquids, like those in almost every self-respecting lab, were nowhere to be found.
"Damn how I hate this guy!" she thought to herself in exasperation. "Can't even have an adequate lab to himself! Where are the dangerous chemicals? The TNT liquids? Or at least the big steel rod they're supposed to mix everything up? I could use it to beat him up..."
"Don't you have your plasmoids to defend yourself, girlie?" Jack's voice sounded almost terrifying, for a man that had spent the last few hours tied on a bed spread-eagled.
Oh, yeah. She had forgotten her powers. An acceptable mistake in such a moment of panic. She raised her hands, ready to kick his ass with her "fireworks".
But Jack had picked up a special-looking gun that rested on a bench by then and had shot at her. The shot took her on the left thigh, making it a little sore.
"This might look like a stun-gun, but it actually shoots small doses of a special recipe I made up myself. Potent enough to put your mutant powers to slepp for a few hours. You didn't actually believe I would step in here without a trustworthy solution to your 'firework' problem, now did you?" he said ironically, while Jubes was still trying to unleash her plasmoids on him.
However, her hands reacted like a broken down lava lamp.
Quickly dismissing the 'firework' way, Jubilee got back to glancing around for something to hit him with. Her eyes quickly fell on a big thing, covered by some sheets.
"I bet whatever's under those sheets must pack quite a gallop for Mister Scientist over here" her animal instinct told her, making her lash at the sheets and pull them apart from the large thing they were covering up till then.
"OH MY GOD!!!..." She said quite loudly as she was treated to the sight of the newly exposed dead body. It belonged to...Pamela Anderson. "Hey...wait a minute. This not a dead woman. It's another cyborg, right?" she said, turning towards Jack, who seemed to enjoy her being terrified, even for a brief second.
"Yeah. This is what I was trying to tell you earlier."
"Are you obsessed with Baywatch or something?" she couldn't help mocking the man that had her powerless and defenceless in his own eagle's nest. "Should I expect to find Yasmine Bleeth's stolen underwear somewhere in your toolkit as well?"
"Well, Baywatch was really one of my favourite shows...hot guys and all." he said apologetically.
"So, what does THIS Baywatch babe do?" she inquired, pointing at the motionless Pamela replica beside her. If she was busted, she could at least provoke a bad-guy-explaining-speech for her to listen and kill some time.
"Yeah...this is the Seductress 3000."
Robbie winced a bit when Carmen Electra forced him to get tied on the bed, but he eventually complied. Everything's in the game, after all, was what he thought.
Back at the lab.
"WHAT?!?" she yelled again, unsure if her ears were betraying her. "There's another Seductress?" she asked, while a mental image of an army of Baywatch robots conquering the Earth was swimming in her brain.
"Nope. This is the only Seductress that I know of."
"Liar! Me and Wolvie had just freed the Seductress from you prisonlike lab! She's free now! She can do whatever she wants! And what the hell is this anyway?" she finished her speech by nodding at robo-Pamela's direction.
"You freed the cyborg that looked like Carmen Electra, right? That was NOT the Seductress. She lied to you in order to let her go and cause havoc to the unsuspecting world. And yeah, Carmen did believe I was preventing her from doing what she was programmed to do. That's why she spanked me to a pulp when she passed by the bed I was tied upon on her way out." Jack said with a bitter grin on his face.
Robbie was a bit worried that he was being tied with him lying on his belly, but he quickly erased any worrying thoughts because of the heat of the moment.
"If this one is the seductress...then what exactly does the one we set free?" the planned 'bad guy monologue' had turned out a bit more interesting than what Jubilee could take.
"Well, there was a time when I wanted to forge an update of the Seductress 3000" he began as he gestured towards robo-Pam, "and I made her look like Carmen Electra. But in the programming factor, things turned out a bit too progressive than waht I could accept. I wanted to enhance her seducting abilities comparing to the previous Seductress, so I spiced things up a bit."
"Oh, she could make sex? Is that all?"
"No. And try NOT to interrupt me again. You're the abductee, if we consider again each one's place, so you had better not pull on my nerves. Okay?"
"Okay." she tried not to stick her tongue out at him, as that action would be controversial to what she had just said.
"So...the Seductress update was programmed to do a lot of kinky stuff. Too kinky to actually appease to her victims and make her likeable to them. Thus, she was too kinky to be successful in seducing unsuspecting people. She was of strong, forceful and dominant nature. She was raunchy at her more intimate actions, but she eventually proved viscious and violent. So, I decided she wouldn't do for bussiness of 'seductive' nature and turned her off. I named her "Dominatrix 669" and stored her away in order to sell her to some masochist millionaire that would need a capable, permanent dominatrix."
"The Dominatrix that we set off after Bobby!" Jubilee whispered to herself as she tried to prevent herself from fainting. But she failed, so she landed on the floor like a sack full of potatoes.
"Oh, great, now I won't even get the pleasure to knock her off..." Jack grumbled to himself. You can guess by now that Jack had his own plans and the fainted body of Jubilee could be a very useful tool for him to make these plans true...
"OOW!"
"Shut up."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Shut up, slaveboy." Carmen whispered next to Robbie's ear.
When he entered his room accompanied by a gorgeous chick like Carmen, Robbie was looking forward to a lot of things.
But the last thing he would look forward to was being tied on his bed, lying on his belly, and being spanked by the brunette hottie, who seemed to have a lot heavier hands than what he expected. Pain was surginf through his body like an electric shock everytime she would slap him.
But now the unexpectingly sadistic bimbo had stopped hitting him.
He could hear her sarching through her stuff, and picking something out.
He turned his head around, barely enough to see her holding a large cucumber in a somewhat menacing way.
"What?! You get off on eating while doing all these atrocities?" he yelled at her through stinging eyes.
"Don't yell at your Master you bitch!" she shot back at him. "Don't worry, I don't intend to eat this large, fat cucumber...."
"Then who's gonna eat it?"
"Do NOT interrupt your Master! You're gonna eat this nice, enormous cucumber... though not via your mouth." she said, as she also grasped a jar full of lube with her other hand.
Robbie's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets as he gasped in terror. He watched Carmen slowly approaching him with the evil cucumber form hell in hand, unable to do something to prevent his predicament...
He felt so helpless that he even forgot to use his mutant powers and freeze her in place.
But thankfully for him, a loud knock on the steel door to his cabin interrupted Carmen's pacing of apparent Doom.
Carmen looked at the freshly knocked door, pissed at having to be interrupted from the only thing she was programmed to love...
Robbie sighed in exasperation, but soon realised that he had to shout something in order to make known to whoever was outside that he was inside and was in danger.
But as he breathed deep in order to make his incoming yelling louder, he shut his mouth on hearing a rather familiar voice coming from the outside...
"Robbie, honey, are you in there? I'm sorry I forgot about you, but fluffy over here needed to be taken out for a walk... I didn't find you back at the cafe, so I assumed you would be in here... Robbie, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?!" Evita's close to hysterical voice from outside marked her presence out there.
Fluffy the Karate-bunny could also be heard scratching with rampage on his cabin's steel door.
Carmen looked at him ironically, with a smirk on her face.
"What are you going to do, slaveboy? If you keep your mouth shut, your woman shall go searching for you someplace else and you'll be deflowered whithin the next minutes... Or you can scream and call for her to come in and save you...but then she'll know of your unfaithfulness and you'll be at her mercy...and judging from her bitchy voice, her treatment of you won't be a good sight either.
The Master was right. Bobby was in a grave dilemma right now. He had to choose between losing either his ...uhm, manliness, or the greatest love of his life.
He had to choose.
He had to do it now, or else the choice wouldn't be his anymore.
And it all depended on him and the chance of yelling enough to be heard outside.
"What'cha gonna do?" Carmen inquired with a teasing grin, as she rubbed the cucumber in her palm. "What'cha gonna doooooooo?"
He also gawked at the same opening in the same way, but he soon concentrated his attention to the young woman that was staring along with him. He smoothly got off the bed he had been tied upon for the last hours and looked at her, as a vein in his forehead was beginning to pulsate angrily. She turned around and looked at him in newfound panic, exclaiming an "Uh-oh..."
Jubilee had remained all alone with a untied Jack in his own room right now. It was a bit rational of her to be afraid of her well-being right now.
"You little manipulative bitch..." the manipulated bi guy expressed his righteous lament a bit too aggressively. That, combined to his hands that extended menacingly towards Jubilee's direction, resulted to her fleeing in panic towards the first opening she could find.
That opening unfortunately was the triangular door that Logan had slashed to provide a way to breach Jack's lab. There was no other way out from that lab, apart from the stairs she was descending right now in order to get INTO it.
So as soon as she arrived in there, she realised she was trapped. She could hear Jack's steps as he took his time going after her, obviously knowing that she had no way to get out of there.
"Oh, no, don't tell me I'll get to play the damsel in distress again..." she thought to herself.
Logan run like his ass was on fire.
When he finally realised was too tired to run like his ass was on fire, he kept running like the wind.
He run so much that he reminded himself of that really cool German film, "Run Lola Run".
But the redhead (and Logan really likes redheads) playing in that movie had three alternate endings, in case her running proved to be in vain. He only had one, and it depended on how fast he could run right now. And believe me, Logan wasn't the one who would normally run away from danger, rather than walk INTO danger, so he wasn't that good at running away at all.
As he considered turning his head backwards to check out if they were still after him, a thought crossed his mind;
Who has the biggest will to keep running as fast as he can? Is it the poor man that is hunted down from his demented, salivating groupies? Or is it the groupies themselves, who currently have the chance of a lifetime in front of them; get close to their idol and have the chance to touch him...or even more than that?
As he finally turned his head around, he realised in terror that the right answer was "The latter".
Because all of the aforementioned groupies were still hot on his trail, not further than a few feet behind him. Not even one of them had stayed behind the others. Marie was still ahead of them, leading their way like the proud leader that she was.
"I guess they are THAT eager to meet me up close" he thought to himself, but soon realised that thinking was preventing him from running faster, so he shut all kinds of thoughts off his brain. He instead transferred all of his energy to his sore feet.
As he kept running, he couldn't help but whistle at the uber hot redhead that he passed by... (After all, he's such a fool for redheads) The woman was the famous actress named Famke Janssen and she strangely reminded him of Jean. She was casually leaning against the gratings.
Famke blushed and fluttered her eyelashes, thus showing her slight approval of his expression.
The girls that were following behind noticed that and were infuriated in jealousy. As they also passed past Famke, they put some serious effort in lynching her and pushing the poor actress overboard. One of the groupies, having just finished munching on her hot dog at that moment, gently tucked the hot dog wrapper in Famke's pocket before sending her falling over the gratings and straight into the not-so-welcoming ocean.
"That bitch always got on my nerves anyway" the hot-dog-eating-groupie named Poe muttered between small breaths of almost-exhaustion, while tucking away a few loose strands of red hair that kept falling in front of her blue eyes.
Then all the groupies kept going after their growly idol, making sure that they haven't lost much ground to him.
The floor had just been swept under her feet, and Mystique was so surprised by what had happened that she turned back into her natural form as she kept falling towards the sea's shiny surface.
The last thought that crossed her mind before meeting the water was that spending a relaxing vacation in the form of a sexy celeb was a horridly bad idea.
A bit further than the place where Famke/Mystique's journey on the ship had come to an end, Evita was walking her bunny unsuspectingly.
She had finished shopping and had gone back to her own cabin with the stuff that she bought. After a few minutes of looking over them and making sure that nothing was missing, her Karate-Bunny began scratching the bed's legs, reminding her that since she began dating that Robbie guy she hadn't walked the poor critter out in order to pee.
So she picked Fluffy up, put his leash on him and was now walking him around the boat.
The bunny snarled furiously at the lack of any place with dirt to pee on. Those stupid humans with their stupid ships, what's the point of cruising over the whole ocean if your bladder is going to burst a long time before you make it to the other side?
Evita however ignored the rabbit's snarling, since she had just remembered that she had left Robbie alone in the cafe where they were supposed to have breakfast together.
"Let's go and check out on Robbie, shall we?" she cheerily said to the bunny. The Karate-bunny bad-mouthed her in response, but since she didn't have knowledge of the bunny language to begin with, she just took the bunny's insults as a "yes".
As soon as Robbie unlocked the door to his cabin, his sexy companion pushed him inside.
"What the...?"he tried to protest at no one in particular.
"Shut up." was all that the hot Baywatch babe had to say to him. Carmen closed the door and double-locked it.
Robbie's eyes grew in surprise to this woman's aggressiveness. She was acting like SHE had the upper hand in whatever they were going to do in the next few hours.
"Why are you-"
"SHUT the fuck up. Get to the bed, you filthy male slut!" she began yelling at a bewildered Robbie.
She was really possessive. Robbie could grow into that. He liked women that had the guts to boss him around. So he obeyed and began to walk to the bed.
"Move your lazy ass!" Carmen yelled, pissed at his unbelievable slouchiness, while she pushed him on the bed herself.
Robbie turned around, since he had fallen face-first on the soft mattress. Even if he didn't like being bossed around, he would have settled for it, since he had the chance to get in bed with an ultra-hot Baywatch babe. So he said nothing and just grinned at his luck.
"Don't smile on me, dog! Get naked...NOW!" Carmen suppressed her own grin into her mechanic jaw. She just loved to do what she was programmed to do.
Jubilee tried to find something to hide under as the steps of her almost lover were closer and more distinctive by the minute. But, hell, the stupid lab had nothing assuring enough to provide a hideplace.
So she instead began looking for something that she could use as a weapon against the enemy. Tubes with weird toxic liquids, like those in almost every self-respecting lab, were nowhere to be found.
"Damn how I hate this guy!" she thought to herself in exasperation. "Can't even have an adequate lab to himself! Where are the dangerous chemicals? The TNT liquids? Or at least the big steel rod they're supposed to mix everything up? I could use it to beat him up..."
"Don't you have your plasmoids to defend yourself, girlie?" Jack's voice sounded almost terrifying, for a man that had spent the last few hours tied on a bed spread-eagled.
Oh, yeah. She had forgotten her powers. An acceptable mistake in such a moment of panic. She raised her hands, ready to kick his ass with her "fireworks".
But Jack had picked up a special-looking gun that rested on a bench by then and had shot at her. The shot took her on the left thigh, making it a little sore.
"This might look like a stun-gun, but it actually shoots small doses of a special recipe I made up myself. Potent enough to put your mutant powers to slepp for a few hours. You didn't actually believe I would step in here without a trustworthy solution to your 'firework' problem, now did you?" he said ironically, while Jubes was still trying to unleash her plasmoids on him.
However, her hands reacted like a broken down lava lamp.
Quickly dismissing the 'firework' way, Jubilee got back to glancing around for something to hit him with. Her eyes quickly fell on a big thing, covered by some sheets.
"I bet whatever's under those sheets must pack quite a gallop for Mister Scientist over here" her animal instinct told her, making her lash at the sheets and pull them apart from the large thing they were covering up till then.
"OH MY GOD!!!..." She said quite loudly as she was treated to the sight of the newly exposed dead body. It belonged to...Pamela Anderson. "Hey...wait a minute. This not a dead woman. It's another cyborg, right?" she said, turning towards Jack, who seemed to enjoy her being terrified, even for a brief second.
"Yeah. This is what I was trying to tell you earlier."
"Are you obsessed with Baywatch or something?" she couldn't help mocking the man that had her powerless and defenceless in his own eagle's nest. "Should I expect to find Yasmine Bleeth's stolen underwear somewhere in your toolkit as well?"
"Well, Baywatch was really one of my favourite shows...hot guys and all." he said apologetically.
"So, what does THIS Baywatch babe do?" she inquired, pointing at the motionless Pamela replica beside her. If she was busted, she could at least provoke a bad-guy-explaining-speech for her to listen and kill some time.
"Yeah...this is the Seductress 3000."
Robbie winced a bit when Carmen Electra forced him to get tied on the bed, but he eventually complied. Everything's in the game, after all, was what he thought.
Back at the lab.
"WHAT?!?" she yelled again, unsure if her ears were betraying her. "There's another Seductress?" she asked, while a mental image of an army of Baywatch robots conquering the Earth was swimming in her brain.
"Nope. This is the only Seductress that I know of."
"Liar! Me and Wolvie had just freed the Seductress from you prisonlike lab! She's free now! She can do whatever she wants! And what the hell is this anyway?" she finished her speech by nodding at robo-Pamela's direction.
"You freed the cyborg that looked like Carmen Electra, right? That was NOT the Seductress. She lied to you in order to let her go and cause havoc to the unsuspecting world. And yeah, Carmen did believe I was preventing her from doing what she was programmed to do. That's why she spanked me to a pulp when she passed by the bed I was tied upon on her way out." Jack said with a bitter grin on his face.
Robbie was a bit worried that he was being tied with him lying on his belly, but he quickly erased any worrying thoughts because of the heat of the moment.
"If this one is the seductress...then what exactly does the one we set free?" the planned 'bad guy monologue' had turned out a bit more interesting than what Jubilee could take.
"Well, there was a time when I wanted to forge an update of the Seductress 3000" he began as he gestured towards robo-Pam, "and I made her look like Carmen Electra. But in the programming factor, things turned out a bit too progressive than waht I could accept. I wanted to enhance her seducting abilities comparing to the previous Seductress, so I spiced things up a bit."
"Oh, she could make sex? Is that all?"
"No. And try NOT to interrupt me again. You're the abductee, if we consider again each one's place, so you had better not pull on my nerves. Okay?"
"Okay." she tried not to stick her tongue out at him, as that action would be controversial to what she had just said.
"So...the Seductress update was programmed to do a lot of kinky stuff. Too kinky to actually appease to her victims and make her likeable to them. Thus, she was too kinky to be successful in seducing unsuspecting people. She was of strong, forceful and dominant nature. She was raunchy at her more intimate actions, but she eventually proved viscious and violent. So, I decided she wouldn't do for bussiness of 'seductive' nature and turned her off. I named her "Dominatrix 669" and stored her away in order to sell her to some masochist millionaire that would need a capable, permanent dominatrix."
"The Dominatrix that we set off after Bobby!" Jubilee whispered to herself as she tried to prevent herself from fainting. But she failed, so she landed on the floor like a sack full of potatoes.
"Oh, great, now I won't even get the pleasure to knock her off..." Jack grumbled to himself. You can guess by now that Jack had his own plans and the fainted body of Jubilee could be a very useful tool for him to make these plans true...
"OOW!"
"Shut up."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Shut up, slaveboy." Carmen whispered next to Robbie's ear.
When he entered his room accompanied by a gorgeous chick like Carmen, Robbie was looking forward to a lot of things.
But the last thing he would look forward to was being tied on his bed, lying on his belly, and being spanked by the brunette hottie, who seemed to have a lot heavier hands than what he expected. Pain was surginf through his body like an electric shock everytime she would slap him.
But now the unexpectingly sadistic bimbo had stopped hitting him.
He could hear her sarching through her stuff, and picking something out.
He turned his head around, barely enough to see her holding a large cucumber in a somewhat menacing way.
"What?! You get off on eating while doing all these atrocities?" he yelled at her through stinging eyes.
"Don't yell at your Master you bitch!" she shot back at him. "Don't worry, I don't intend to eat this large, fat cucumber...."
"Then who's gonna eat it?"
"Do NOT interrupt your Master! You're gonna eat this nice, enormous cucumber... though not via your mouth." she said, as she also grasped a jar full of lube with her other hand.
Robbie's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets as he gasped in terror. He watched Carmen slowly approaching him with the evil cucumber form hell in hand, unable to do something to prevent his predicament...
He felt so helpless that he even forgot to use his mutant powers and freeze her in place.
But thankfully for him, a loud knock on the steel door to his cabin interrupted Carmen's pacing of apparent Doom.
Carmen looked at the freshly knocked door, pissed at having to be interrupted from the only thing she was programmed to love...
Robbie sighed in exasperation, but soon realised that he had to shout something in order to make known to whoever was outside that he was inside and was in danger.
But as he breathed deep in order to make his incoming yelling louder, he shut his mouth on hearing a rather familiar voice coming from the outside...
"Robbie, honey, are you in there? I'm sorry I forgot about you, but fluffy over here needed to be taken out for a walk... I didn't find you back at the cafe, so I assumed you would be in here... Robbie, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?!" Evita's close to hysterical voice from outside marked her presence out there.
Fluffy the Karate-bunny could also be heard scratching with rampage on his cabin's steel door.
Carmen looked at him ironically, with a smirk on her face.
"What are you going to do, slaveboy? If you keep your mouth shut, your woman shall go searching for you someplace else and you'll be deflowered whithin the next minutes... Or you can scream and call for her to come in and save you...but then she'll know of your unfaithfulness and you'll be at her mercy...and judging from her bitchy voice, her treatment of you won't be a good sight either.
The Master was right. Bobby was in a grave dilemma right now. He had to choose between losing either his ...uhm, manliness, or the greatest love of his life.
He had to choose.
He had to do it now, or else the choice wouldn't be his anymore.
And it all depended on him and the chance of yelling enough to be heard outside.
"What'cha gonna do?" Carmen inquired with a teasing grin, as she rubbed the cucumber in her palm. "What'cha gonna doooooooo?"