Mindy and Miranda are taken to see The Mother Fucker and he has a few things in store for them! Please review!
Miranda gasped, it was the same masked woman from before. "You're coming with me you little sluts!", she grabbed both girls, Miranda by the arm and Mindy by the throat.
"Hey! Easy on her!", Miranda yelled. The strong woman ignored her and dragged them both down a long hallway. She kicked open two door which led into the office of Chris D'amico, a.k.a. The Mother Fucker. His back was to them when they were both placed in chairs and tied by two guards right next to an unconscious Dave. The Mother Fucker ordered the two guards and the woman to leave him alone with the prisoners. Mindy struggled with the ropes around her wrists. "Fuck, what do we do?", Miranda asked Mindy, hoping she knew what to do.
"Don't worry, I've got this." The Mother Fucker turned and rolled his wheelchair over to Mindy; the stumps where his legs were creeped her out.
"Hit Girl!", he said menacingly reaching for her wig. He threw it aside and looked her over, "You turned into kind of a babe didn't you?"
"Leave her alone!", Miranda snapped.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm getting to you!", he turned his attention back to Mindy and touched her face with his gloved hands, "Those are some hot lips, they would look great sucking on my dick. Too bad a fucking shark bit most of it off!"
"How is that my fault, chode breath?", she murmured.
"You better show me some respect! It won't be pretty for you if you don't!"
"If you hurt her I'll kick your ass!", Miranda hollered. He rolled over to his desk and grabbed a roll of duct tape that was sitting at the end. He rolled up to Miranda and ripped a strip off, he fought to get it around her big mouth, she kept trying to bite his fingers. After shutting her up with the tape he rolled himself back over to Mindy.
"Am I going to have to shut you up too?", he asked. Mindy shook her head. "Now. I like you Hit Girl. You're a killer, you've been doing this your whole life. I'm willing to give you an opportunity to work for me."
"What the hell makes you think I would ever work for you fuck-head?", she was pissed, she didn't want to put up with this any longer.
"I have money."
"I have money."
"Yeah, but not as much as me. I can give you a lot."
"Can you give me my dad?", he didn't say anything, "Yeah, like I thought."
"We're not that different. I can promise you will be taken care of."
"I'll never join you!"
He rolled over to a table that that had a black sheet covering whatever was on it; he took it off revealing a car battery and jumper cables, "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way!"
"What are you going to do, torture me until I say yes?"
"I'm going to make you my slave, Hit Girl!", he was coming dangerously close to her chest with those gloved hands.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He pulled down her top, exposing her breasts, "Damn! Those are some sweet tits!", he took hold of them with both hands, massaging them and squishing them together.
"Ugh! Stop that!", she groaned.
"Yeah, right, bitch! You probably like this!" Miranda watched in dread what he was doing to her, she couldn't do a damn thing about it, "Night Bitch likes to watch! I guess I had you all wrong, girl, maybe we can finish what we started!" He wheeled the table close to Mindy, "First thing after I zap some sense into her." He took two ends of the jumper cables and attached them to Mindy's nipples.
"Ahh! What the fuck are you doing, creep?!"
"The next one is going up your vag if you don't shut up!"
Miranda looked on in horror, she tried to shaking back in forth in an attempt to rip out of her restraints but it was no good. "Chris, please!", Mindy begged.
"That's not my name any more! Now be a good little whore and keep quiet!"
More to come soon!