I was furious! I grabbed the makeshift pole-arm and snarled at the gang members who held crowbars, bats and pipes.
"Retreat and Regroup team!" I ordered over the comms. I heard them scurry of and faced my foes.
I was charged at by two of 'em. Using the base of the pole-arm to push the back, I lobbed off the head of one and used a moderate amount of strength to gut the other.
"You bitch!" One yelled, and threw a bottle at me.
I let it hit me but the adrenaline that coursed through my veins didn't let it budge me.
"NOBODY! THREATENS MY FAMILY AND GETS AWAY WITH!" I growled, charged and then blacked out.
I awoke and my muscles were tensed, I tried to stretch but I couldn't move. I gazed at my surroundings, there was red blotched around my vision but not enough to cloud my vision... It looked like I was tied up in a recording studio. Just my luck. I had flicked my wrist and a knife came out from the folds. It was always great to have an emergency compartment. It appears I was stripped of all my equipment and weapons besides the mask weirdly. I cut my way from my bindings and I heard hysterical laughter and footsteps coming near me.
"Ah! Seems your awake. Don't worry~ your turn is soon! Fiesty" He said with a wide, sharp grin.
I was rather apalled by his appearance. He turned around and left after grabbing a golden metallic dildo with a red ball and an blue ball.
He looked like a cowboy gimp. He had a pink cowboy hat and boots on and was wearing black leather chaps. A choker was on his neck and something that looked like it was for bdsm over his torso. What disturbed me was what looked like pink panties. I gave a muffled groan at the sight.
I got my arms free and unbound my legs. I crouched down and grabbed the keys that were lying on the coffee table in front of me. My equipment was next to the door leading towards a type of balcony. I almost gagged when I knew figured out where I was. This was the porn shop that he worked at, there was a type of sci-fi setting and an dungeon area. I grasped the railings as I suddenly lost my footing, my damned ankle was still sore and so was my side.
I sneaked down the steps and I noticed he was too preoccupied with person strapped into another chair. I fiddled with the keys to open the door until I heard a ahem.
"Ah! Look at you, you naughty thing. Did I... tell you to leave?" He scolded me, he was down below and I staggered a bit.
"Uh... no." I muttered, my voice changer still filtering voice. "I can still take you on."
"Oh really." He drawled out, giving me a raised eyebrow. "I go back upstairs" He chuckled at my behavior.
I may have still had my rebellious streak or some type of adrenaline in my system because I said, "No" rather harshly and childishly.
"I don't like when my toys are disobedient. .. I guess you need training after all!" Like a lion to his prey. He gazed at me with a deadpanned and creepy expression.
It was at the moment when I thought of all the things that could have been, I briefly thought on whether I should tell him who I was or not.
I groaned and brought my hand to my metal baton that I recovered, I was in no condition to fight damn my mouth. It sprung to action and I held it up defensively as I got ready to defend.
Dylan sat his dildo down and grabbed a whip and a bottle of some kind. I knew at the moment, I made a dumb decision. I charged ready to fiercely strike his head before my helmet was sprayed at and some white stuff blocked my vision. I felt a whip strike me thrice.
Some guy strapped to a chair, muffle yelled at me. I knew I had no advantage. I had to rely on the element of surprise. Man, Wolfpack was going to have a laugh at this.
"We are going to have sooo much fun my slave!" He giggled from my left.
I was straddled down and pushed on the floor harshly, something had made me disoriented and I felt sensitive to touch. My mouth got suddenly dry. It must have been a poison that entered my blood-stream from the whip.
There was a heavy presence on me in a comprising yet in-control position. I felt my mask being pulled off and cool air hit my face letting my black hair fall.
"Oooooh~ What a pleasant surprise."
A soft hand roughly grasped my chin with a hard amount of force. It smelt sulfur and cinnamon.
I glanced at the bottle that sprayed me and said, "Fucking Bad Dragon cumlube, I told you it would be a terrific prank tool." I gasped out. I could hardly breathe due to the weight on me. It was almost as if uttering that sentence had rendered me breathless.
I knew I was out of it, the only thing I could think of was my surroundings and this growing urge. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched that was the only way to describe it.
There was something hot and moist that took my breath, then a needle prick like sensation that made me taste blood. The hand underneath my chin guided my mouth to his and I felt a heat flash. That was flag number one.
"I'll punish you in-front of an audience! " He yelled giving a husky chuckle, he leaned down towards me ear. "Yours is long overdue."
He took my gear off of me and placed it aside as he grabbed a knife and cut my shirt open from midriff to the top. He tossed the knife aside and I felt his slimy, warm tongue glide from my boobs to my neck. The sensation was startling. I felt my heart race as he started softly kissing me all over. Each one feeling more amplified than the last.
"You know... there are many ways to feel pleasure with being intimate, right"
I wanted to push him off and get away but I felt too weak. To drained to even limp away. I at least had myself control for now.
As he got up to go get a few items, I was left on the floor feeling nothing more of needy. My breathing was starting to get ragged, I slowly crawled over to my stomach. Rubbing the drool from the corner of my lips. Ignoring the heavily-lidded, relaxed feeling. I could hear the zombies from miles away, his footsteps, the alerting voices of his other captives. I pushed myself of the dirty floor, looking at my gear. Making sure the tracking beacon was lit, it was I wasn't sure how much time had passed. I starting swaying as I staggered with each step attempting to brandish a weapon.
I heard the shuffling of feet and a yell of "In here!" The door was kicked off its hinges landing centimeters away from me, its sure force knocked me straight on my ass.
"There you are! Are you okay?!" Muller ran to me, and lifted me up by my arm. Securing me from falling.
"The fucker. He.. drugged me." I felt my face flush and I collasped into his arms.
I heard a snarl and then I saw Jaeger punch Dylan in the face knocking him to the floor.
"Muller. Let me do something." I regained some strength to say that. I pushed off him, and grabbed the spray off the ground. Putting my pointer finger on the nozzle ready to shoot.
I waltzed over there in record time. Ignoring that feeling of the drugs. I crouched down to his face
"Hey, babe." I started, before punching him in the chest. "Pay backs' a bitch!" I snarled and sprayed all of the container on his face and chest.
"Now you look like a corner street dump-hooker!" I laughed with mirth as Jaeger high-fived me. I missed and she slapped my face and I got knocked to the floor again out.
Muller gave out a huff and picked up, this time carrying me.
"Jaeger, Quebuck! Untie those victims and bring the flamboyant stripper with us." He did a double take at Dylans appearance and my disheveled outfit. "Make sure he is bonded. I'm sure Gaelsun would like some words with him later."
Quebuck laughed as he helped the hostages. I jumped from Muller and landed on my knees, proceeding to pickup my gear and check my revolver before holstering it on my side.
"Your new look rather suites you, mother wolf!" Quebuck jested.
"... Quebuck shut up and let's get ready to go!" I retorted, briefly rubbing my temples. I am nothing like Lupo.
He uttered a quick, yes ma'am and escorted Dylan to the vehicle.
"Let's go. I'm sure the old Wolfpack will have a laugh at this." Muller helped me get into the vehicle, it was time to get back to base and get ready for a medical exam and a proper doctor.
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...
"Fuck my life! I hate needles" I shouted and then sighed.
It was a weird ride back, I was told by Muller that we just settled for the old Umbrella base as our, base of operations. The perimeter was secured,there was the underground power source (actually an underground volcano of sorts) and it was easy for air-dropped supplies to come through. All in a days work. The plus side is there was detainment rooms and living quarters. A old Wolfpack was stationed there with us until the whole fiasco blew over. I'm sure many survivors noticed the helicopters dropping items, though they couldn't quite pin the location.
"When we get back, take Lusty over here to the detainment center. I'll let SPECTRE handle the survivors." I ordered, Dylan grinned at the nickname giving me a saucy grin.
"Oh! What frequency is Wolfpacks radio? BERTHA specifically... wait what are they doing out of retirement? " I asked, curiously.
Quebuck appeared to be in thought for a moment. He tapped his chin, he brought out two clear flat objects from his pocket and gave one to me.
"Frequency? Command told us to ditch the radios and keep the earpiece. We get a high-tech! Upgrade. About them? well, they ARE Umbrellas best agents. So why not find a way to keep them permanently." Quebuck said.
"No way... " I exclaimed.
"Yes way. We were waiting for you so we could get our injections. "
I used the flat object and it turned into an aqua blue cube, looking like a smartphone display. As if on cue it rang.
"Uh... hello?" I heard a snicker coming from the caller,"BLADE. It's FOUR-EYES. We heard of your... situation. Tell us more about it when you get here."
The call was disconnected, I groaned and put the cube up and I buried my face in my hands. I was going to kill Dylan. Quebuck had erupted into full blown laughter and Muller had an amused face. I glanced over at Dylan with a frown and he kept giving me looks.
My frown turned into a smug grin when I noticed what Quebuck had done. He had tightly put on the plastic handcuffs and his legs were tied together rather vigorously by duct-tape.
I scoffed and exclaimed a loud, ha!
"You know, I semi-encountered Wolfpack when I was in Raccoon City. It was brief. I was very young and amazed by there appearance. They were supposed to neutralize all survivors but... Lupo wasn't as heartless as to kill a child. I was nearly killed because of a bite until FOUR-EYES and BERTHA found out I was immune, lets say. I told them I got bit by a zombie two days prior. Heh. I was nearly shot before it was apparent that I should have been a zombie by then."
I looked off to the side, sharing this piece of my life. They deserved to know- I had many files on them while me, myself. Didn't have much.
Muller looked genuinely interested at my story and Quebuck uttered a silent, we are here.
I left the vehicle as it came to a halt and was led into the base. Muller handed me a key-card and told me not to loose it. There was a bio-metric security and along with a pass-code and camera. Figures Umbrella would have so much security.
I was greeted by the sights of the blinding white walls and sleek grey trims and the Umbrella Symbol.
"Feels like home." I said, leaning against the walls.
"No doubt about that. Okay. I'll take you to the medical wing. Jaeger and Quebuck. Take the others to see SPECTRE and BERTHA." Muller ordered, he had been doing that a lot. He looked stressed though its only been a day since we arrived.
He led me to the medical wing and I was greeted by FOUR-EYES. Who gestured for me to sit in the seat. I did so- for the first few minutes it was regular medical procedure. I was a bit unnerved by the lack of talking.
"Wow! So much time has passed and you haven't a single wrinkle ya old Granny. Aren't you like, fift- teey" I joked, I laughed which was responded with a swift gut jab.
I lunged forward and kissed the ground. Writhing in pain. What the hell was up with me and being grounded? She was definitely stronger, the wind was knocked out of me. I suppose it was part of my charm.
There was a sudden pinch on my neck and a burning sensation, it felt way worse than being punch in the stomach. It stunned, I let out a loud groan of agony. I looked over and saw FOUR-EYES nod at an unknown figure and leave the room. An invisibility disabled and revealed VECTOR.
'Ah. Shit.' I thought, today felt like the worse day ever and I had to fight a mentor... with a drug still in my system.
VECTOR approached me and strike my chest. I stumbled back from the sudden attack. Ignoring the pain. I side-swept him, making him trip and fall. He sprung back up quick.
"I see you didn't loose your edge." I taunted, "Retirement must have sucked!"
I struck for his face only to be blocked, and used the moment to deliver a knee to his side.
"Neither did you after all those times you got separated." He didn't waste a breath and tackled me to the ground. I let out a yelp.
"Am I a sub?! Or somethin'?" I used whatever strength I had left to kick him off me and put some distance between us.
"Maybe..." He trailed off, relaxing a bit. "Your drugged, but you still did fairly well against me. Good job."
I went slack and sighed.
"Where is Golf Squad?" I asked, stretching- I was going to be sore tomorrow.
"There exploring base the further with SPECTRE. He isn't accessing the civilians and the prisoner. That is up to BERTHA." He paused as if in thought, " You know you were really distracted when you were fighting Lusty."
I gasped in surprise and VECTOR chuckled.
"Fuck! You were there the whole time?" I questioned, I got pissed. Right now my mind was full of emotions.
"Yeah... I didn't step in because I knew you was going to pull through. After all, if you didn't LUPO might have castrated him and BERTHA would have... played with him." I could tell he was grinning through his mask. " I mean I did record the whole thing, from those gang members to your interactions with Lusty."
I crossed my arms and said, "I hate you." Before walking out of the medical area and following the map to the living quarters hearing VECTORS laughter following me.
Swearing a billion profanities, I took my frustration out on Muller who scowled the whole time. BELTWAY would be proud.