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Chapter twenty one

The mice crashed through the wall and stopped with shrieking breaks. Limburger sighed.
"You pestriant prairie dogs. This simpleton scheme of yours simply shall not succeed…"
"Save it for the trial, cheesebreath", Throttle warned him.
"Yeah, you got it coming, big time!", Modo added, slamming his metal fist into his flesh hand.
But Limburger started laughing.
"Oooooh, you poor deluded creatures…", and he pushed a button on a remote that was around his wrist. A door opened and a army of goons came into view, along with Karbunkle and Greasepit.
"Take it away, my devoted devians!"
"ATTAAAAACK!", Karbunkle yelled.
Throttle pushed a button on his bike to release the sidecar. He looked at Kiwi, who was still trying to control her emotions.
"Keep an eye on the cheesefish, Kiwi. We got some tail to whip…"
He so didn't like it to involve her, but they had no choice.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder and gave her his gun.
"You up for this, sweetheart?", he asked when she stepped off his bike.
She looked at him with a determination that immediately answered his question.
"Oh, hell yeah, I am", she growled and walked over to Limburger. She was glad with the distraction and she always had wanted to point a gun at Limburger's head. I mean, who wouldn't?
So, she did. Limburger was hanging over the front of the sidecar, his hands still tied.
Kiwi gave him a mean smile.
"You're not going anywhere, you reeking fishead", she snapped at him.
Vinnie smiled, he just couldn't help it. Who would've thought that this girl would be such a badass soldier?
"At least we now don't have to worry about trashing this place", Modo said while his cannons popped out.
"As if we ever did!", Vinnie smiled and revved his bike. "Let's thumb this dump! AAAOOWWW!" and after popping a wheelie, he sped straight into chaos, followed by his bro's.

While the mice were busy with fighting the goons, that came along with a lot explosions and chaos, Kiwi held her eye fixed on Limburger. He was moaning and tried to set up straight again, since he was still hanging over the edge.
"Don't you try anything funny, you moldy cheesehead", Kiwi warned, her gun still pointed at his face.
"Ooohh, this is most uncomfortable… Mind you please lend me some kind assistance, dear lady?", he asked, looking pleading at her. But Kiwi shook her head.
"Nice tried, fishface."
Limburger sighed and suddenly jumped out of the sidecar, unexpectedly fast and flexible for a fish his size. Kiwi had no time to react and before she even could process what was happening, he burped in her face. The smell that came out of his mouth was so intense, she almost suffocated. She fell on her knees, coughing loudly. That was all the time Limburger needed to bounce away, since his feet were also tied.
Kiwi shook her head, breathing heavily. When she looked up, Limburger was gone. Shit. Even if she didn't want the mice to leave, she couldn't just let him escape. He was criminal. Lowlife scum who had destroyed the homeplanet of the mice and had tried to do the same to Earth. He needed to get what he deserved, and that was either death or spending the rest of his miserable life in a cell. She looked over her shoulder, but the mice were still busy with fighting the goons. So, desperate to set this huge mistake straight, she jumped at her feet and followed the big fish on her own.
She found him in the lab, cutting the ropes around his feet and hands. Shit. But before she even could raise her gun, he grabbed a small rocket launcher and fired it. The rocket exploded behind her and because of the force, she flew into the lab and landed right before Limburger's feet. Oh shit.
"So… the tables are turned, you annoying earthling. And now… you are my prisoner! Muawhahahahaaaa…"

"Holy mosconi, I cleared the tables, bro's!", Throttle smiled and his bro's joined him. They high fived and looked at the destruction they had made.
"Aaoowww, right on cue!", Vinnie cheered.
"Yeah, shows what happens when we pull our talents", Modo added.
Throttle whistled and his sidecar drove towards them. But it was empty.
"Hey? What happened to the big cheese?", Throttle asked surprised.
"More to the point; what happened to Kiwi?", Vinnie asked urgent and he revved his bike. He felt his anger flame up. If that slimeball even thought about touching his girl…
"Come on, bro's. Kiwi needs our help."

Limburger was holding Kiwi, waving happily with his small rocketlauncher. He had it reload and was clearly very satisfied with himself.
"In a moment, those meddling mice will ride through that door...", and he pointed at the entry of the lab. "...directly in the blast of this bazooka…" and he laughed.
Kiwi struggled to get loose, but then started laughing. Limburger looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"Yeah? Well, there is something you've forgotten, cheese wiz…", she managed to squeeze out.
"Yes? And what might that be? Pre tell!"
But before Kiwi could answer, a loud explosion knocked Limburger off his feet.
The mice blasted their way in through the wall.
"AAAOOOWW! We're the Biker Mice…!", Vinnie yelled, while landing on top of the transporter.
"...and we don't use doors!", Modo finished.
Vinnie looked at Kiwi, who quickly ran away from Limburger. Good. She was unharmed.
Limburger was not amused and fired the rocked at Vinnie.
The white furred mouse revved his bike and made a hasty retreat.
"Wooaaooww, that's gonna drive your insurance up!", he said when he saw the damage at the transporter.
"Yeah, you gotta work on your aim, stinkface", Throttle said while clenching his fist. "Like this!"
He drove towards Limburger and punched him in the face. Because of the strength, the fish flew away and Modo caught him.
"You're going to Mars, you malodorous malefactor! Even if I have to drag you the whole way there!", and he parked his bike in the transporter, still holding Limburger.
Throttle stopped next to Vinnie.
"Let's do it, bro!", and he followed Modo into the machine.

Vinnie suddenly felt a hint of panic. Shit. This was all going so fast all of a sudden and there were still so many things he wanted to say to Kiwi and now, he needed to leave already. He looked at the transporter, which was damaged because of Limburger's rocket. His gaze then landed on Kiwi, who was standing at the controls. Luckily, she knew how this thing worked after the whole Monster Zilla affaire. But when she looked up at Vinnie, his heart almost broke. The look on her face…
He jumped off his bike and within two steps, he was standing next to her and he pulled her in his arms.
She started crying, her whole body shocked in his arms.
"Please… don't leave me…", she whispered.
Vinnie's heart broke even more.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I need to go with them. I can't stay here. My bro's need me. My planet needs me… My people need me…"
"I know, I know…"
He felt tears in his own eyes and cupped her head in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
"Sweetheart, I promise you this; I'm gonna do everything to come back, you hear me? No matter what it takes…"
Kiwi's eyes were wide open, tears were streaming over her face.
He pressed his lips on hers and gave her one last passionate kiss.
"This isn't goodbye, Kiwi", he whispered after he broke off the kiss.
Kiwi's breathing stopped for a moment. He said her name. She took a deep breath.
"Y-you need to go, now. This thing is going critical", she said with a shaky voice, untangling herself.
Vinnie jumped on his bike and looked one more time at her, smiling that arrogant smile of his.
"Gone… but not forgotten…" and he popped a wheelie. "...dollface!" and he blew a hand kiss at her.
He quickly turned his bike and with his characteristic battlecry, he drove into the transporter on his rear tire and he parked his front tire on Limburger's face, who was now sitting in Throttle's sidecar again. Kiwi smiled, despite her sorrow. A typical Vinnie exit.
Kiwi pushed the button and the door mice pulled off their helmets and Modo and Throttle nodded at her.
"Thanks for everything, Kiwi ma'am."
"We will see each other again, babe."
"I'm gonna miss you guys… But for now, cross your fingers…", Kiwi said, looking at the smoke that came out of the control system. Gosh, this better work…
The mice did what she said, but nothing happened.
Well, a lot happened, but not what needed to happen. There were still on Earth, and the transporter was smoking and flaming. A loud crash and a cable on the ceiling broke in two.
"Waooww, they sure don't make these things like they used to…", Vinnie shook his head, looking at the cable.
"Bail out of there, guys! It's gonna blow!"
Modo slammed his fist against the glass, but it was no use.
"Plutarkian glass steel! No way out!"
"You fools! You have doomed us all!", Limburger yelled in panic.
Throttle shook his head.
"Hmmm.. Drag… we may not exactly be leaving…"
"But we're about to go out with a bang!", Vinnie yelled. Was he smiling? Yep, he was.
Kiwi pointed up.
"We need to find a way to connect that power cable!"
"I'll get it!", Modo called out, climbing on his bike.
"NO, big fella, you'll fry!", Throttle yelled, but Modo still grabbed it.
"Chance I gotta take, bro. Here goes…", and he pushed both ends against each other. A loud scream, a flash of light…
BOOM!
Kiwi crashed against the wall because of the force of the explosion. She quickly scrambled back on her feet. Oh my god, oh my god, did she lost them forever?
But when she looked at the remains of the transporter, she didn't saw any blood or anything else. She fell on her knees from relieve, but soon, it hit her.
Luckily they were alive, well that's what she thought at least, but they still were gone… Really gone… Throttle… Modo… Vinnie…
She bent over because of the wave of sorrow that flooded her. No… She curled herself up on the floor, hold herself tightly and cried... cried like she never had cried before in her life.

A flash of light. Red sand. A familiar scent. Vinnie and his bike fell on the ground, but he immediately pushed himself up.
"Modo! Modo, are you okay, bro?", he asked worried, but smiled when he saw his gray furred bro lying in the sand. His fur was standing straight up, but he looked okay.
"Wooow… Yeah, I'm fine… a little shaken, though", and he straightened the fur on his tail. But then, he looked around him.
"Hey, we made it!"
Throttle was standing next to him and grabbed a handful of red sand.
"Mars… after all this time…"
"We're home…", Vinnie whispered, standing next to Throttle and stared at the red sanded dessert in front of him.
"Sorry to leave this touchy scene, but I'm afraid it is time for me to get rolling", they suddenly heard Limburger saying and they turned around to see him roll off the hill they were standing on, still in Throttle's sidecar.
Vinnie crooked his head, a little smile curled his lips.
"Hm. Not exactly a model prisoner, is he?" and he looked at his bro's.
"But this time, we got the home court advantage!", Throttle smiled back and they jumped on their bikes, putting on their helmets in the process.
They revved their bikes and started the chase. But when Limburger drove up the next hill, he suddenly turned around and came back, a haunted look on his face.
"Waaooww, quick turnaround time", Vinnie said surprised while hitting the brakes.
"I wonder what's making the big cheese this anxious for our company", Throttle said, while rubbing his chin. But they soon got their answer.
Big robots came into view. They were made of steal and had long legs. On top of it, a bin with…
"Sandraiders!
When Limburger drove past them in the sidecar, Modo grabbed him and Throttle attached him back to his bike.
"Battle mode, bro's!"
Cannons popped out their bikes.
"Ugh. Those slave driving sand scum…", Vinnie growled.
Modo looked at Limburger.
"Fasten your seatbelts, you slimy cheeseball, we're heading into turbulence!"
Limburger looked at him with a shocked look on his face. He made himself as small as possible in the small sidecar.
"Oh dear…"

The mice revved their bikes and opened fire.
"Those sand fleas ain't taking us as slave!", Vinnie yelled, firing his laser.
"Yeah! Everybody's born to ride free!", Modo growled, his eye glowing red.
Limburger rubbed his chin.
"Slavers, 'ey? Hmmmm", and a smugly smile appeared on his face.
Vinnie fired his jets and pulled back his handlebars. His bike flew into the air.
"AAOOWW!", and he grabbed a grenade. He pulled the pin out it with his teeth and dropped it in one of the robots. The whole thing exploded and the creature in it landed on Limburger's lap.
"Most annoying, are they not?", he asked and quickly grabbed the gun out of the holster that was around the sandraider's leg. The fish pushed him off his lap.
"Whoops! How careless of me…", and he quickly hid the gun in his purple jacket.
After a huge explosion, created by the mice, rocks fell down on the sandraiders and the mice stopped with shrieking brakes. Limburger flew out of the sidecar and the mice jumped off their bikes, pulling off their helmets.
"Yeah, strike!", Throttle smiled, while looking at the destruction.
"Broke a hundred!", Modo added.
"AAAOOWWW, no question! The mice are back on Mars!", he cheered happily, trying not to think about Kiwi.
It was then they suddenly heard the click of a gun behind them. Vinnie's smile disappeared like snow in the sun.
"Oh man…", he sighed, crossing his arms before his chest while looking over his shoulder.
Limburger cleared his throat, aiming the gun at the mice.
"I believe the phrase is… Put your hands up!"
The mice did what he said.
"Man, you're just not gonna get any time off for good behaviour", Vinnie snorted.
"You better release us, Limburger. You got no friends on this planet…", Throttle warned him.
But Limburger had that smugly smile on his face again, like always when he had a plan.
"Ooooh, I beg to differ, my good mouse. A true business man needs no friends, nearly merchandise to sell…", and he raised his voice. "Attention shoppers! Fine slaves for sale, at bargain prices!"
Sandraiders slowly cornered the mice, one of them looking at Limburger.
"Why do you bargain now, after you've won the battle?", he asked. Limburger looked at the dog looking like creature, with his big teeth, drool on his chin and fat belly.
"My good fellow, there has been shall we say… a hostile takeover of the firm. Now, I have here, three fine slaves along with their motorcycles for scrap…"
But before anybody could react, a laser hit the floor nearby Limburger's feet and made him flew into the air.
Vinnie quickly catched him and grabbed the gun.
"Sorry, cheeseball. There has been a sudden depreciation in the stock!" and he put the gun in his own holster, pushing Limburger away. He joined his bro's, looking at the bikes that were driving down the hills.
"Freedom Fighters!", Throttle called out.
Modo grabbed his head, overwhelmed by joy.
"I've never thought I'd see the day again!"
The group opened fire and the sandraiders quickly fled the scene.
"AAOOWWW! We're the rock warriors!", Vinnie cheered.
Limburger tried to flee too, but Modo grabbed him in a headlock.
"Haha, stick around, stinkface. I've got a few buddies I'd like you to meet!"
The group stopped in front of them. Throttle did a few steps forward.
"Hey, thanks. You probably don't know who we are…", he started, but a cold, female voice interrupted him.
"Unfortunately, I do…"

Throttle's mouth fell open, his heart started to beat faster… He would recognize that voice everywhere. The mouse in front of him pulled off her helmet. Black hair waved around her shoulders, her gray fur shined in the sun… All so familiar brown eyes looked at him, but the look in it completely strange to him. A scar on the left side of her snout, her thin body…
"Carbine…", Throttle breathed. Why in the world was she pointing a gun at him?
"Oh! I see you've brought your boss…", she snarled, pointing at Limburger.
Throttle was completely loss at words, and that didn't happen that easily. What the hell was she talking about? What the hell was wrong with her? He'd thought about seeing her again almost every day the past few months, but this wasn't how he'd pictured it at all.
"... traitors!", she added, her nose wrinkled, her face twisted in anger.
Throttle's felt the word cut into his soul.
"What?", was all he could bring out.
Modo and Vinnie both looked just as shocked.
The gray furred giant pointed at Limburger.
"This cheeseball ain't our boss…", he said, a confused look on his face.
But Limburger smelled a opportunity. He swung his arms around Modo's and Vinnie's neck.
"What? Why, how could you say that, my dear boy?", he asked, looking at both of them. "After I set up your whole pension plan, dental care, company cycles…"
Vinnie clenched his teeth in anger and planted his elbow in the big fish his stomach.
"You lying reek fish!", he growled, while looking at Limburger who was now lying on the ground because of the strength of the punch.
"Bro's, I think we have been set up…", Modo said, looking at his two best friends.
"Save it for your trial… Arrest these scum for trial and execution!", Carbine ordered and the group aimed their guns at the three mice in front of them.
Throttle couldn't believe his oversized ears. He knew things weren't like they used to be between them, he knew they weren't together anymore, but this… did she really believe he would do such a thing? And his bro's? What in the world happened to her…?

"Ooooh my dear, dear Biker Mice…", Limburger smiled. He was lying on the small bed in his cell, looking at the mice. "As your employer, I ever so deeply regret putting you into this situation…"
Modo, who was sitting in the cell at his right, clenched his teeth and punched with his now chained up metal arm against the electric fence between the cells.
"We never worked for you!" and he tried to grab Limburger, but his arm touched the fence and he quickly pulled it back, screaming in pain and frustration.
"Oohh, you are much too modest, my dear boy", Limburger said while standing up. "Your assistance in the devastation of Chicago was as valuable as it was here on Mars…"
"You lying skunk fish", Throttle growled from the cell on Limburger's left. But he also got a electrical shock when he tried to grab Limburger and quickly pulled his arm back too.
"You set us up!"
Limburger laughed.
"Don't be absurd, my good mouse. Why should I botter?"
"Well, somebody did! And it smells like a Plutarkian stunt to me!", Modo called out.
"Ah, but who besides myself…", but the fish didn't notice he was standing too close at the fence. Modo grabbed him through the holes and pushed him against it, even if that meant he was getting electrocuted too.
"What are you plotting now, slimeball?", Modo roared in anger, but the guard slammed against his door and Modo let Limburger go. The latter quickly did a few steps away, out of Modo's range.
"Is this any way to speak to your employer?", he sighed, but then looked up in the angry face of Throttle. He quickly stepped back and stayed in the middle.
"If this keeps up, I may have to have you fired…"
"FIRED? Listen pal, if I could unchain my gun, I will show you what fire means!", and Modo pulled on the chains around his arm, but it was no use.
"Bro's, bro's, come on!", they suddenly heard Vinnie saying. They all turned around to look at him. The white furred mouse was for once the only one who was calm, sitting on his bunk.
"Calm down. We got nothing to worry about…" and he smiled reassuring at his bro's.
But Limburger just didn't knew when to stop. He grabbed something out of his pocket.
"Off course not, my estimable employee…", and he threw the object to Vinnie.
Throttle tried to see what it was, but it was already in Vinnie's hands.
"I'm sure your associate, that human female, is being well treated by my other operates…"
Vinnie looked at the photo of Kiwi in his hands and something clicked in his head.
So far calm.
He threw the picture away, turned around with clenched teeth and slammed his shoulder against the electrical fence.
"Wow, wow, wow, settle, Vincent, settle", Throttle yelled, his hands before his body, but Vinnie went ballistic.
He slammed his shoulder against the fence, over and over again. When he noticed that didn't work, he kicked, punched, he did everything, but it was no use. He grabbed the fence and tried to break it, but the electrical shocks made him fall on his knees. He let go, breathing heavily and his teeth clenched with so much strength, Throttle was scared he was gonna break his jaw.
"If that oil slick gooner that drains only has thoughts about touching Kiwi…", Vinnie threatened, but Limburger shook his head.
"Oh, don't worry, dear boy, don't worry. I'm sure they're being perfect gentlemen…"
Throttle looked at Vinnie, who was on his feet again, his tail lashing. Limburger should be glad he wasn't in the same cell as the white furred mouse. He probably wouldn't make it out alive. Vinnie didn't get that easily this angry, but when it was about Kiwi, all the bets were off.
Throttle sighed and sat down again. What a mess…
Suddenly, Carbine was standing before his cell.
"Time to talk, Throttle."

"Carbine, this is crazy…", Throttle sighed, looking at the woman he once loved. Well, let's be honest… who he still loved. But she had this cold, almost hateful look in her eyes. He hardly recognized her anymore.
"You know we would never work for Limburger…", but as soon the words came out, he already could see that she didn't believe him.
"You think I'm a fool? Take a look at this", she said with a almost toneless voice and pushed a button. A screen started to play videos, showing the mice fighting their fight in Chicago. But of course, somebody had messed with it. It indeed looked like they were only trashing the place.
Throttle sighed again and when the screen went black, he turned around.
"We were fighting cheeseface in this shots, not helping him… We never worked for him, we came back to bring him back for trial!"
"This footage came in right before you arrived. Coincidence? No. A warning."
Throttle stared at her, her distant attitude, her stone cold eyes…
"Carbine… what happened to you? How could you even think I would do such a thing?", he eventually asked.
"Don't try to turn this around! I should be the one asking you what happened to you. How could you do this to Mars? To your people? To me?", she yelled, her tail lashing.
"Babe, come on! We…"
"You left, Throttle. You just disappeared with your bro's…", she said the last word sarcastic. "...and we haven't heard from you guys since. Mars needed you and you just left. But when I saw the videos, I immediately understood why…"
Throttle's mouth fell open.
"Carbine! We didn't just left. We crashed on Earth. We were stuck there, and then we found out that Limburger was doing the same on Earth as he did to Mars, and…"
Carbine suddenly was standing right in front of him, her nose almost touched his. Her eyes spit fire.
"And you guys never thought about it to contact us. YOU never thought about it to contact ME! I thought you were DEAD, Throttle. And yet here you are, alive and kicking. You working for the Plutarkians is the ONLY reason that explains such act of betrayal! Because the Throttle I know, would've done everything to come back. To contact us. To contact me."
She did a few steps back, clearly trying to get herself together.
Throttle grabbed her arm.
"Who is turning things around now? As far as I know, you left me! Maybe not physical, but it was you who put the war above our relationship. I never wanted that. But you did. You made your choice. So, yeah, I'm sorry that you weren't on top of my priority list when we crashed on Earth. But that doesn't mean I would betray Mars. I would never do that. Neither would Modo and Vinnie."
Carbine yanked herself free.
"I don't believe you. I don't even know you anymore. This war… It changed you."
Throttle laughed, he just couldn't help it.
"The war changed all of us, Carbine. But I'm at least trying to stay as close to myself as I can. You, on the other hand… You really need to get your priorities straight. Babe."
Carbine gasped, staring at him. He looked back, almost challenging. Oh, how much he had missed her. But this… This was crazy. Beyond crazy. Her paranoia made her even doubt herself, probably. Man…

Suddenly, they heard a lot of noise outside, followed by a explosion. They both ran to the balcony and looked down.
They had a great view at the back of the cells, and Throttle saw that the bars from Limburgers cell were gone. His gaze fell on Greasepit and Karbunkle, who were sitting on Greasepits trike. Limburger was just joining him. But suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. Kiwi. The poor girl was tied up and sitting next to Limburger. She looked up and when she saw Throttle, her eyes grew big. But before she could say anything, Greasepit quickly drove away.
Throttle looked at Carbine one more time, but the look in her eyes was still the same. He shrugged, there was nothing he could do about this now. It broke his heart, but Limburger needed to be stopped and they had to get Kiwi back. He jumped off the balcony before Carbine could stop him and quickly took care of the guards, as gentle as possible. He heard her yelling at him, but he ignored it.
"Sorry soldiers, but this is an emergency", and the tan furred mouse grabbed a laser gun from one of the guards, who was now lying unconscious on the ground.
He saw Vinnie and Modo looking at him from behind the bars. Vinnie was about to lose it again, he could tell.
"That fucking slimeball got Kiwi!", Vinnie growled.
"I know, so I would say; it's tail whippin' time!" and Throttle shot the bars from both cells. He turned around and blew up the door from the building that was helding their bikes.
Vinnie and Modo quickly crawled out of their cell and they all three jumped on their bikes. When they put on their helmet, laserfire hit the ground and they looked behind them. The army of Freedom Fighters drove out, ready to grab them again.
"Let's ROCK…", Throttle yelled.
"... and RIDE!"

"Well, bro's. We're on our own again…", Throttle sighed while he looked over his shoulder. "And the whole planet after us…"
"Suckers. I can't believe they really think we'd work for Limburger…", Vinnie said while shaking his head. "But first things first, it's time to save the damsel in distress."
He tried to say it nonchalant, but he was so angry. If there was even a small scratch on her, he was gonna kill Limburger.
"Right with ya, bro", Modo nodded and they drove over a bridge to cross a huge ravine. When they were halfway, they threw a grenade behind them and the whole bridge exploded.
"That will hold them for now. Let's ride!"

In the meantime, Kiwi was sold as a slave to one of the sandraiders, just like Greasepit and Karbunkle, by Limburger. Wauw, that fish sure had absolutely no limits when it came to saving his own scaly ass, now had he? He even sold his two most loyal employees who had even come to Mars to save him, without blinking.
The two had found her in the lab, where she was still lying on the floor at that point and had decided to take her with them, god knows why.
The big, drooling dog looking like creature dragged her into a big tent, put cuffs around her wrists and attached a chain to it. She yanked, but the chain was attached at a pole in the ground. No escaping now…
"Fuck…", she muttered under her breath.
She still hardly could believe she was on Mars. But it wasn't really a fun trip. Limburger had told Karbunkle and Greasepit what had happened, about the whole boss thing. Kiwi couldn't believe that the mice were betrayed like that by their own people. Who was stupid enough to believe that they even would consider about working for a Plutarkian, anyway? Well, if she was gonna live long enough to find out, that person was gonna have to deal with her. But she was in trouble now. The mice in jail and she… well, what was gonna happen to her anyway? More to the point; who was gonna save her now?
"You are mine, beautiful", the dog winked at her, a evil smile on his face.
She looked at him and a shiver crawled over her spine. This creature was no good, she could tell.
"What do you want?", she whispered. His smile got even bigger and he grabbed something that was lying next to him.
Kiwi stared at it. It took her a little while to find out what it was, but when she did, she started to pull on the shackles even harder. No way. No fucking way.
The sandraider waved the outfit in front of her. Well, outfit… it was hardly a few pieces of fabric.
"You're gonna put this on. And when I'm done with enjoying the view, I'm gonna take it off and… well, you know…" and he chuckled, his tongue licking his lips.
Kiwi's blood turned cold and her breathing stopped. No… Vinnie, where are you?
She shook her head.
"Ain't gonna happen!", she snapped at him, trying to sound confident. But she knew she was in big trouble. She started to pull on her shackles again, but it was no use. Dammit.
The dog grabbed her and pushed the outfit in her hands, but she threw it away.
"You'll have to kill me first before that trashy outfit is even gonna get close to my body!", she yelled, but she immediately regret that.
The dog raised his hand and slapped her in the face, hard. The cut in her lip from Vinnie's teeth, which was almost healed now, cracked open again and she could feel a ringing tone in her left ear, which was the side he had hit her.
"You are gonna do as I say…", the dog growled, grabbing her by the chin.
Kiwi looked at him, her eyes wide open, filled with tears.
"Go to hell", she whispered.
"Hmmm… feisty, aren't you? That's how I like them the most…", the dog smiled.
"Fine, forget the outfit. We'll just continue to the next part…" and he pushed her on the ground. In one movement, he climbed on top of her and ripped off her shirt. Kiwi, at first too shocked to even protest, opened her mouth and screamed in fear and anger. She tried to hit him with her cuffed hands, but he grabbed them and shortened the chain, so her hands were now stuck above her head.
"NO! GET OFF ME!", Kiwi yelled, wiggling and struggling with her body, in a attempt to throw him off. But of course, that didn't work. He was twice as big and heavy as her.
Drool dripped on her face when he bent over and sniffed her face. She could hear the smacking sound when he opened his mouth and she felt his tongue licking her cheek. Jesus, was he crazy? His awful scent made her almost throw up, his weight on her body made her almost pass out. But she fought to stay awake. If she was gonna lose consciousness now, well...
"Stay away from me, you filthy dog!", she growled, still wiggling to get loose.
The dog smiled and his hands slid over her body. He pulled on her bra and the whole thing broke like it was a weak rubber band. He threw it over his shoulder, looking very satisfied at her.
"You sure are a pretty thing", he breathed and his hands followed their way down. He moved his weight and sat down on her lower legs.
"NO! No, no, no, please, don't do this…", Kiwi cried, tears streaming over her face.
God, this couldn't be happening, right? This wasn't how it supposed to happen. It was supposed to be Vinnie who was gonna be her first. It was supposed be romantic…

The dog ripped off her pants, even stood up for a moment to pull it out, but Kiwi was too shocked to take advantage of him standing up. He sat down again, taking a moment to appreciate the view.
For a moment, nothing happened. But when he reached out his hand to pull out her underwear, she suddenly snapped. Panic took over and the only thing she could think of, was Vinnie. She needed him now more than ever.
"NO! VINNIE! HELP ME! VINNIE!"
She used all her strength to throw the dog off of her, screaming her throat raw. But Vinnie wasn't here and she wasn't strong enough to fight this creature.
"Vinnie, please, where are you?", she sobbed.
The dog chuckled and bent over.
"Nobody is gonna save you now, beautiful. It's just you and me…", he whispered in her ear.
"Vinnie… Please… I need you…", Kiwi whispered, squeezing her eyes. "Please…"

Oh no... Poor Kiwi. Is Vinnie gonna be in time to save her? Fingers crossed.
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