Chapter 45

Taker considered it, knowing well Tahlia wanted nothing more to continue beating Sable's artificial ass and he didn't blame her. That bitch had made Tahlia's life a living hell for months. She had had to lay down for that whore. He couldn't imagine the indignity. Maybe… maybe he'd give her a treat. If Vince thought he could hide his whore away for fear of Tahlia's retribution, well… the Undertaker would show that anytime, anywhere, anyway, he could reach out and touch someone.

"Paul… is my baby still on the truck?"

"…yes?"

"Get her ready, Tahlia and I will meet you at the next arena for the show. We're taking… the scenic route."

"We are?" Confusion registered on her face and in her eyes as Taker nodded back at her, not going into any kind of detail. "Okay then…"

Shrugging, whatever the Phenom had in mind, Tahlia would be onboard. She had changed into a short-sleeved purple top that had lace on the hems with black jeans and a long sleeved black open long sweater. It was still somewhat chilly at night. She'd taken her hair down for the segment and currently left it, packing up the rest of her things, checking to make sure Taker hadn't forgotten anything either or any of the boys.

"So, what exactly is your 'baby'?"

"You'll see." He said, grabbing his bag up. "Braid your hair back." Taker advised, ducking into the bathroom to change.

When he emerged, he wore black jeans, a long sleeved black thermal with boots and black leather fingerless gloves. He had braided his own hair back, held in place with a black bandana. Taker grinned when Paul came back into the room.

"She ready?"

"Yes, fueled, saddlebags… the works. I had a mechanic go over her and make sure she's still… road worthy."

They all knew better than to screw with his Harley and he doubted Vince even knew he kept her in a truck. Vince tended to not think about how his stars got around unless they were on his dime. "All right, let's go Tahlia."

"Good luck, Tahlia, you'll need it."

"Wait, what?"

Taker had already pulled her from the room by the hand, leading her down the hallway of the arena. She had braided her hair back as requested and looked up at Taker curiously, letting him lead the way. Everything became crystal clear when they arrived outside of the arena and a beautiful pure black Harley Davidson stared back at them. Tahlia swallowed hard, feeling Taker release her hand to run his fingertips over it and check it over. It felt like her feet were superglued to the asphalt and Tahlia licked her dry lips, nervousness etched in her eyes. When Taker gestured her over, somehow, Tahlia managed to obey him and had to take several deep breaths, understanding now why Paul had taken her belongings with him besides a small duffel bag.

"Taker…" She mentally cursed, hating the uncertainty in her tone and could feel his eyes boring into her. "I-I've never…" What a time for her vocal cords to stop working!

"Never ridden?"

Somehow that wasn't surprising. New York wasn't really the place for a personal vehicle. Not when there was so many modes of public transportation readily available and likely to get one there faster than other means.

"You'll be fine. Just hold onto me, and I promise…" He could not keep the smile off his face as he stared down at her. "I promise to break you in… gently."

That was why Paul had said good luck.

NOW she understood what Paul meant and wanted to sock the fat man in his throat for his cheekiness. Her cheeks turned deep crimson at his choice of words as Tahlia cleared her throat, not able to meet his eyes. That was until he stepped up to her and gripped her hips, lifting her up to be eyelevel with him. She gave a slight smile before being deposited onto the Harley and scooted back a little to give him enough room to mount in front of her. Slightly jumping at the roar of the engine, Tahlia felt the vibrations throughout her body from the motorcycle and immediately wrapped her arms around Taker's body. A second later, they took off into the night and Tahlia immediately tightened her arms around him.

Rena Mero… he knew where she lived, simply because she was Vince McMahon's pet. Vinnie had put the whore up himself, probably as a way to spite his old lady. It was amusing, the drama of others and the lengths they would go for things they considered important. In this case, sluts they considered important. Normally, Taker would've broken several laws with his speeding and what would legally be termed 'reckless' driving, but for Tahlia, he took things easy, letting her get used to riding. He also knew he'd have to make more frequent stops to let her get used to saddle legs.

The first stop was 3 hours in. Tahlia managed to dismount the bike and landed on her backside, cursing. Her legs and thighs were TREMBLING from riding and they felt like jelly. She glared up at Taker laughing at her, making a mental note to make him pay for it later and started rubbing her legs to try regaining feeling back in them. In their line of work, it was a good thing she stretched and her body was used to taking a beating. Even her vagina tingled from the constant vibration of the bike. Through it all, Tahlia could honestly say she'd never felt more exhilarated in her life.

"So, are you going to keep me in suspense or tell me where you're taking me?" She asked, breaking the silence between them now that she could function again.

"I think I'll keep you in suspense." He teased, smirking down at her. It had been awhile since he had ridden, but… it wasn't anything that was bothering him. Taker had been on a motorcycle for the majority of his adult life and it was like riding a bike. He was killing himself with his mental humor tonight. "Trust me, Tahlia, you'll enjoy this." Taker promised, kneeling down in front of her to begin massaging her legs. He bet they felt weird as hell. "Turn around." He ordered, not about to crawl around to her backside and grinned up at her from his position. "Come on, darlin', turn around."

They were getting strange looks from other people, the others who dared travel the highways this late at night and ignored them, busy with his ministrations. A side bonus of this was that it was almost like payback for her giving him an erection in a public place earlier. Hopefully the damage they had wreaked at the arena tonight reminded everyone that sporting wood or not, the Undertaker was still quite a force to be reckoned with.

"I can tell." He rumbled, moving until he was standing, still behind her, his hands on her shoulders. When he was finished with those, he moved to her neck, feeling her loosening and relaxing under his touch. "If you need something to eat or drink, get it now."

Taker pointed towards the rest area they were only yards from. He had to hit the head, also glad for the tight jeans because his body was responding to just being around this woman. If not for the fact that restrooms at these kinds of places tended to be grimy… he'd have taken her with him. Watching him walk away, Tahlia shook her head with a smile and decided to get a little cardio in, jogging to the restrooms to do her business. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to cool her body down and knew the raging fire inside of her would only be quelled by Taker. After she was certain she wouldn't burst into flames, Tahlia went to the snack machine, grabbing a few candy bars, chips and a bottled water. Besides alcohol, water was her favorite beverage. Soda was fattening, though she indulged every once in a blue moon with Pepsi.

Jogging back over to the motorcycle, Tahlia tossed Taker a bottled water with a bag of chips and tore open her Snickers candy bar. Not that she needed a sugar rush; her adrenaline was already peeked off the charts. Eyeing the water, Taker opened it and poured it over his tires, using his boot to finish scraping off whatever it was off. Smirking, he held up the styrofoam coffee he had gotten himself, finishing it in a quick swallow and crumpled the cup in his hand.

"Thanks." He then finished what was left of the bottled water and tossed both in the trash, eyeing her. "You feel ready to ride again?"

"Yeah, my legs feel semi-decent, especially after your incredible massage. Let's go, handsome." Tahlia walked past him and slid her hand across his jean clad backside, looking completely innocent. She hopped on the bike with ease, getting used to it and giggled at Taker's growl. "Hey, you touched my ass, so it's only fair I touch yours."

Scooting back again, the moment he was on the bike Tahlia encircled his waist with her arms and kissed his back, hoping they traveled like this a lot more often. Whatever his surprise was, Tahlia had feeling she would never forget it and smiled at the thought, squealing as he peeled out of the rest area. By the time they reached their destination, it was very early morning. Not early enough for the sun to be rising, but… they had been on the road all night. He pulled up alongside the end of the very long drive and dismounted, cutting the engine.

"We have to walk from here." He announced, helping her dismount as well before walking his Harley into a cluster of trees, hiding her. If they went roaring up, Sable would hear it and call for help. Taker checked his saddlebags, snagging out a pair of handcuffs and a multi-purpose pocketknife, stuffing them in his pockets. "You ready, Tahlia?" He seen the doubt flicker in her eyes at what he was doing. "Trust me, it'll be worth it." As soon as they got close enough to that secluded beach house Vince had Sable shacked up in, all by her lonesome, where they thought she was safe and unknown, the real fun would begin.

Adrenaline was the ONLY thing keeping Tahlia from keeling over. She spotted the handcuffs in his hands along with the pocketknife and raised a slow brow, following him down the long pathway. Why did he hide his Harley in the bushes? Wouldn't the paint job go to hell that way? Where were they?

"Taker…"

His finger pressed against her lips, silencing her and Tahlia looked up at the huge beach house that came into view. Were they staying here on their days off? Tahlia knew they were close to the ocean, but not THIS close. She smiled, wanting to run into the water and feel the cool sand squish between her toes, but Taker shook his head. They were here for a reason…and she had no idea why.

"What are you-?" They were BREAKING INTO this place?!

Cutting the power is what he was doing. Security disabled, phone lines disabled, whole nine yards. It was early enough where he didn't feel the need to worry about Sable noticing the power was out. He doubted she was awake. Leading the way to the front door, Taker opened the screen gently and then kneeled down, beginning to pick the lock.

"Simmer down, Tahlia." He ordered when she looked ready to panic. This was a whole new level of messed up, even for them, he got that, but when she realized who they were about to see, he figured she'd be fine. "Come on."

Taker gently eased the door open, stepping into the surprisingly simple house. Knife blade out, he began searching the rather open rooms, finally glancing towards the stairs. She was up there… He grinned maliciously. Swallowing hard, Tahlia followed and looked around the place, wondering what was with all the white. Taker would never stay in a place like this. She saw him creeping up the stairs with the knife out and wondered idly if they were about to commit murder. How far was she willing to go to make him happy and what was her limit? Was this another test?

Tahlia went up the stairs and stopped, watching him peek into one of the bedrooms. There were several on this floor. He waved her over and pulled her to stand in front of him, letting her get a glimpse of where they were and who they were about to kill. Tahlia felt her blood boil at the sight of Sable, snuggled up in her bed and sleeping peacefully. Looking back at Taker, he pushed the handcuffs into her hands and gave her the reigns, letting her decide what to do. A sinister smile crossed her face as she looked back at the blonde slut and made a mental note to thank Taker somehow, someway, for this wonderful gift.

Even Prince Valium hadn't been able to keep Sable asleep once she felt herself being shaken violently. She had snored right on through her hands being handcuffed, but the shaking and a hard slap… "HEY!" She screamed shrilly, eyes opening though she couldn't see anything under her sleep mask. "WHO'S THERE? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"

He had to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. She looked so ridiculous, her hair up in huge pink rollers, the mask, some kind of white face cream on her face… Taker wished he had a camera just so he could snap a picture and have this forever. Folding his hands behind his head, Taker dropped down in the armchair in the corner of the room. He was content to watch.

"Darkness." Tahlia sneered, ripping the mask from her eyes and held the knife up to her nose, pressing the tip into it. "Go ahead, scream if you want. Nobody can hear you. No phones work and your security is off. Now scream for me." Sliding the knife down her nose and lips, Tahlia took sick pleasure watching the tears stream down Sable's face.

"P-Please…" Sable pleaded through sobs, not moving an inch. "PLEASE!"

"Do you see this?" Tahlia ripped the bandage off her head to show Sable where her unhealed wound resided. "10 staples in my fucking head…because of YOU and the Corporation. You really like sucking that old dick, don't you, slut? I think you should receive the same treatment I did." She proceeded to slam Sable's head against the headboard. "They whipped me, you know. With a belt – Vince's belt. So I think you deserve to be whipped." Taking her Women's championship, she began hitting her legs and arms, loving the sounds of her screams.

Sable did deserve a good beating. He figured he'd let Tahlia go as long as she didn't put the woman in a coma, slice her open, or kill her. Lines, there were lines. Taker was also keeping his hands to himself because, unless someone was threatening one of his, like they had when they had been beating Tahlia down, he didn't overly care for putting his hands on a woman.

"All right…" He stood up when Sable's head lolled to the side. "Let's tie her up, gag her, and stick her in the cellar." Then they could take a few days to enjoy the house and beach.

Gritting her teeth, breathing heavily, Tahlia dropped the Women's championship and was grimly satisfied at all the deep welts all over the woman's body. "You deserve so much more, slut." She hissed, gripping Sable's chin to force her eyes to meet solid gold. Feeling Taker's hand on her shoulder, Tahlia hauled off and punched her as hard as she could in the mouth, hoping she broke her jaw. "Now I feel better."

She took the ties from Taker and wrapped Sable's ankles while he took care of her wrists before hauling her downstairs to drop her in the wine cellar. While he took care of that, Tahlia busied herself by investigating the rest of the beach house and opened all the windows to let the fresh ocean breeze inside. Luckily, Sable hadn't picked the room with the spectacular ocean view or the king-sized bed.

He took Sable downstairs to the cellar, whistling all the way. She was knocked out, that was for sure. Taker tied her up, making sure she couldn't get loose and gagged her after making sure her jaw wasn't broken. He loved Tahlia's hellcat attitude, her willingness to get her hands dirty, her viciousness, but he also knew that the path down to darkness was hard to return from. Some day she may want to. Once he was finished, he made his way upstairs, taking note of the place in greater detail. Sable hardly had done anything outside of that bedroom he'd wager. She hadn't cooked, hardly anything had been touched… what the hell kind of woman was she? Snorting, he kicked off his boots and headed outside, knowing that was where Tahlia would be.