8. Hotel of pain.

The car stopped in an alleyway in downtown and Rachel immediately stepped out from it. She quickly took a few steps towards the start of the alley and gauzed at the street where they came from.
"Relax" She heard James say behind her. "There's no one there."
She turned to see James, who closed his door and was walking towards her. "How do you know?"
He stopped a few meters away from her and said quietly: "…Because we haven't been attacked."
Rachel's eyes got slightly wider, but only for a second. "…So where is it?"
James raised his finger and walked passed her to the main street. She followed. He then pointed at a large skyscraper at the end of the street. "There."
She walked next to him and looked. "And you are sure that she is in there?" She looked up towards James. "Are you?" He gave her a slight nod.
"And you are sure that this is going to work"
"I am"
She looked at him and made sure to look very displeased.
James sighed "Ok… I'm not sure. But I think it's our best option"
Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She really didn't like this plan, but if James was telling the truth during the car-ride she knew that it was the only option.
She moved her hands behind her back. "…Ok I'm ready. Let's do this."

James placed his hands on her wrists and gave her a push forward, but she didn't move. "Come one now", James said, "Let's move."
Rachel frowned. "James"
"What?"
"That's not very convincing."
"What do you mean?"
"I am your captured prisoner and don't want to do as I'm told. You need to…"
James punched her at her upper back, but not with his full strength. Even still Rachel let out a slight groan and started to walk. "…That's …better."
James gripped her by her wrists and pushed her forward. "Did that hurt?"
"A bit, but I can take it. This needs to be convincing or they'll attack both of us… Keep that in mind."

They approached the building and as they did their hearts started to beat at a faster pace. The skyscraper looked enormous and the blackness of the night made it look menacing. Somewhere within it there was a woman called Angel and truth be told Rachel was unsure if she had the strength to kill her. And even before that she'd have to find her, in a building crawling with fiends and other thugs.
"Is there… anything useful you can tell me about this place? Before we go in."
James had his grip tightly on her wrists as he, by force, pushed her along. "Not much really… all I know is what was necessary for me to know. I know that Angel is most likely at the top of the tower… But I've never been to the top floors."
Rachel's eyes widened and her heart-rate rose. "Then how do you know that she's there?"
"Her lieutenants have access to the top. Their quarters are there and that is where she has most of her fiend-guards. So she too must be somewhere in there."
Rachel nodded slowly and took a deep breath to calm herself. "If this doesn't work I'm going to kill you."
James laughed nervously. "I'm pretty sure that you won't be in shape to do so… if this goes wrong."
Rachel closed her eyes. Perhaps this was not a good idea after all?

As they came closer to the large wooden doors at the entrance they opened automatically and revealed a luxurious reception area. This building must've been used as a hotel.
James kneed her at the bare skin of her right ass-cheek. This time using a bit more, but still not full, of his strength. Rachel again slightly groaned and looked down while biting her lip. James pushed her inside.

"James!" A loud voice called. "You're back… And what have you brought with you?" Rachel looked up and noticed a man dressed like James walking towards her. She tried to speak, but was silenced by James, who kicked her in the back of her left knee causing her to fall on her knees.
"What you don't recognize her?" She heard James speak, while the other man came closer. "This is Rachel…" She felt James grip her by her hair and pull her head backwards from it. Now she could only see the ceiling with her body arched backwards like a bow. "…Rachel the fiend-huntress."
"Now that you mention it. She does look familiar." A face appeared at Rachel's limited point of view. It was deviously smiling at her. "You're the girl who came late to that one tournament... What was it called again?"
Rachel glared at him and tried to get loose from James's grip. The man in her line of sight frowned and then vanished. Immediately after that she felt blinding pain at her stomach. She was released from her restraining grip so she could fall forward. She had been kicked, hard.
Her hands hit the ground, but immediately they collapsed and she fell on her elbows. She gasped for air and placed her left hand on her stomach while still keeping her body off the ground with her right hand.

"What the fuck are you doing" She heard James shout. "She's a prisoner and…" James was quickly silenced. Why did he stop? Rachel raised her head slightly and saw that the man who had kicked her was now choking James by his throat. He looked very angry. "What. Did. You. Say?"
James tried to speak, but couldn't. The man noticed and released his grip allowing James to stagger back. "Nothing. Nothing Max nothing."
Max appeared to calm down "Good". James nervously rubbed his hands together. "…It's just that." "WHAT!" James raised his hands defensively. "I believe that Angel wants to see her… preferably unharmed."

Max looked down at Rachel and their eyes met. She was exhausted and breathing quickly by her mouth, with one hand still at her stomach. From her eyes he could tell that she was angry.
"And to Angel I shall take her" He looked over her and nodded. Rachel questioned why, but then she was grabbed from behind and quickly lifted up and off the ground. She tried to struggle, but to no success. Her hands were quickly locked outwards and she couldn't move either of them. She looked around and noticed that she was grabbed by two men (also dressed like James). She could stand, but moving was impossible.

"But first…" She looked forward and saw Max standing in front of her. This was the first time she saw him properly up close and already she could tell that this man was a fighter. Much more dangerous than James, who she saw standing in the background with a worried expression on his face.
Max grabbed her by her chin. "First I'm going to have some fun with you myself." He started to move his hand down toward her breasts.
Rachel's eyes got wider and she started to struggle hard. Max took a step back. She would not be raped by him, not in a million years.
He looked at her "You're a feisty one aren't you". Then he raised his fist and punched her at her exposed stomach with an enormous strength behind the blow.
She screamed the air out from her lungs and then her body slowly went limp and shortly after that her eyes closed and her head fell forward.

"Follow me" Max said to the two men that were holding Rachel's body up. He turned and started to walk. "You're taking her to Angel" he stopped and noticed James standing a few meters away. "…Are you?"
He deviously smiled and looked at the unconscious Rachel "Oh yeas. Yeas I am. But before that I'm gonna have some fun with her first." He placed his right hand at her left breast. "None of the bitches we have have bodies like this" He squeezed his hand a bit and then took it off. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He then turned and started to walk towards the elevators. He didn't wait (or want) James to respond.

He walked in and pressed a button. The doors closed. During the ride up he had his hands on her body and he aggressively humiliated her while she was unconscious. The ride was long, they must've been going very high up. When they eventually reached the floor they wanted both of her carriers had had their turns with her as well.
She was dragged along corridors and many turns. Occasionally they stopped to talk to someone. A hand visited her body and they carried on. Then she was dropped and she fell on her face.

"…And I don't. Repeat, don't want to be disturbed."
"Ok boss. Anything else?"
"Well. Don't be alarmed if you hear some loud noises… If you know what I mean."
"(Chuckle) Ok. You have fun"
"Trust me I will"
He then gripped the door handle and closed it, locked it and closed his eyes. "Well Rachel… Are you ready to experience pain of the highest caliber?"
He turned around and then his Jaw hit the floor (metaphorically).

Rachel wasn't where he had left her. She was slightly to the left. Sitting on a sofa, her left leg was on top of her right one and she had her arms crossed. She pleasantly smiled at him. "I don't know… Are you?"
He stood with his body completely frozen. "You… weren't actually unconscious." Rachel laughed. "Trust me you aren't the first one to make that mistake." She stood up. "But now I'm afraid you have to die."
When he heard that he quickly composed himself and took a combat stance. "You. You might've been able to fool me, but you'll never beat me."
Rachel smiled "Are you so sure of that?" She walked towards him with her hand on her hip and her legs constantly overstepping each other. She looked like she was in a catwalk.
Max was becoming more nervous by the second as he watched Rachel approaching him with such confidence. He took a deep breath, screamed, and then ran towards her.

He jumped up and approached her with his feet first. Rachel sidestepped with ease and the foot passed within a few centimeters of her body.
Using the momentum she had she pulled back her fist and punched him at his chest causing him to stagger back. After her first successful hit she dropped her guard and unleashed a flurry of punches towards her target. Some were blocked, but most found their mark. She had the edge.
After a few more punches she took a step back and then kicked him at his stomach. So hard that he flew through the air and hit the wall behind him. After that he fell to his knees.
Rachel walked towards him "Pathetic" she said when Max started to crawl towards a nearby drawer. She kicked him at his throat and pushed him by it against the wall right next to the drawer he had just been crawling towards.
"I thought you'd be more of a challenge" She twisted her leg so that his throat was between the wall and her high-heeled boot. Then she lifted him up by it achieving almost a perfect split as she finished.
"I'm giving you two choices" she said to his face using her most venomous tone. "One. Tell me where Angel is and I'll end you quickly…" She paused, smiled and then continued with a pleasant, soft voice. "…Or don't and I'll tear off your testicles. Slowly."

Max looked at her with a horrified expression. He didn't dare break eye-contact because he feared that if he did she would immediately notice what he was doing. He had a loaded 44 in the drawer next to him, but he was failing to find it by just using his hand.
Rachel was getting impatient. "I'm giving you three seconds." Max's eyes widened as his panic grew. "… Three seconds to answer my question. One."
Max's eyes shifted downwards, but Rachel still looked just at his face. "Two" She raised her fist next to her head. "Time's up, prepare to d…"

'Click'

Rachel's face whitened as she realized the situation she was in. Time slowed down as she looked down and saw that Max had pressed his revolver against her crotch. At that moment the trigger was pulled and the hammer started to move.
She helplessly watched as it closed its distance to the bullet that was about be shot towards her vagina.
Then it happened.

She fell towards the ground with her back first. The pain between her legs was indescribable and all she could hear was her own scream.
Then she hit the ground with her upper-back taking most of the impact. It hurt a bit, but it was nothing compared to what the bullet had done to her. She moved her right hand over her crotch and closed its fingers around it.

Max, who had recovered from her choke, laughed at her. "How does that feel you bitch?" Rachel opened her eyes a bit and saw that Max now stood right in front of her and that he had aimed his gun towards her. Realizing what was going to happen she took her hand off from her vagina. And immediately after that the gun was fired again.
Rachel bent her head back and screamed as the bullet hit her right where the previous one had landed. It, like the previous bullet, didn't penetrate her suit but nevertheless it was an incredible amount of energy transferred to a very small area.
Max cocked his gun again. "You really don't look too comfortable down there." Aimed it towards his previous target. "I would've thought you liked to be penetrated." And fired.

As her vagina exploded again Rachel screamed, but acknowledged that this was the third shot and that there were only three left. If she could take them she could still win this fight. She'd have to only pray that the bullets didn't miss her narrow suit. Or be aimed at her stomach or head. Or anywhere else where the suit didn't cover her skin.

Fourth bullet, same place. Again Rachel screamed and max laughed.
Fifth shot, same place. Rachel was in such a pain that she couldn't scream anymore. Tears were running down her cheeks.
`One more… only one more. Come one. Do it`, she braced herself. BANG.

Rachel's mouth opened to a soundless scream. She had her arms and legs spread apart like a star and her fingers were digging into the palms of her hands. She was in a lot of pain, but she had survived.
Max's laugh caused her to slowly regain her focus again. She stirred her eyes and raised her head a bit so she could see him.
This seemed to surprise him. "Our little warrior is still alive it seems." He threw the empty gun away and kneeled down in front of her placing his right knee at her vagina. Rachel closed her eyes and let out a whimper.
Max smiled "Aww did that hurt." and put all of his weight on that knee. Rachel was biting her lip to hold herself from screaming.
Max laughed. "You are a good fighter I admit, but now you get to be my bitch." Then he kneeled forward and placed his mouth on hers and gave her a kiss. Rachel opened her eyes and looked right at Max's eyes that were a few centimeters away.
"You really are one beautiful creature." Max said and looked down towards her chest. "Beautiful girl… With massive boobs". He gave her a wink and dragged his body downwards on her body. Until his head was right in front of her chest.
This is what Rachel had been waiting.

Quickly she locked her hands and feet around his torso and pressed his head between her breasts. Max panicked and tried to stand, but Rachel was too tightly attached to him so she lifted up with him.
He lost his balance and fell, with Rachel's back taking the impact of both of their weights. The air was shot out from her lungs, but at least she could gasp it back. Unlike max who had his head surrounded by her chest.

Furiously Max started to punch her body, causing Rachel to bite her teeth together. She would withstand it, he can't do this forever. Then Max focused to punching only the outer side of her breasts. Rachel screamed from pain, but she could tell that his strength was fading.
Slowly Max's body became limp and his attacks grew weaker and weaker until they stopped completely. Rachel was still holding him tightly though, as she didn't want to repeat her previous stupid mistake.

After a while of pressing herself against Max's limp body she stopped and allowed her limbs to fall to the ground. She was exhausted. "Well… That was… Something." She raised her head and looked at Max, whose head was still between her breasts. "…But you lost."
Then she pushed him off her and sat up. She took a deep breath and looked downwards at her vagina noticing that it looked completely unharmed from the outside. She smirked "Good job withstanding that" and placed her hand on it, but that caused her to flinch from pain.
"Those fucking bullets… But then again that could've been a lot worse" She looked at Max's corpse beside her. His dead eyes were left open and his mouth looked like it still tried to desperately grasp for air. "If you would've shot me not at my pussy, but slightly to the left or right I think I'd be dead right now."
She said that more to herself than to him as she knew that it was her who was to blame for this. She sighed and slowly stood to her feet.

She placed her high heel on his throat. "Goodnight Max." And stepped on it piercing it. Then she took a few steps back and watched as the blood came out of his throat. She smirked "It seems that in the end it was I who penetrated you"
She looked at him for a few more seconds until she ripped her gauze from him and for the very first time studied her surroundings.
The room appeared to be a suite. It was modernly decorated using dark metals and glass, there was also a few doors open to bedrooms and the back-wall wasn't a wall, but a huge window that stretched from floor to ceiling. She walked to it.

The view to the city was a bit poor as it was mostly without electricity and it was night. But she could tell that it was mostly beneath her, she must be very high up. She suspected that already in the elevator, but this finally confirmed it.
Her focus shifted from the city and sharpened to her own reflection from the window. She studied herself and sighed softly. "Something tells me that this wasn't the last time you have to withstand torture like that" as her gauze moved on her body her mind wondered to all the ways she had been tortured before. Now she could add; repeatedly shot to vagina, to that list.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath "No. Focus Rachel, focus." Then she walked away from the window and noticed the gun that Max had used on her. She went to pick it up. "You really hurt me, you know that" she said to the gun "So now you can repay me back."
She opened it "Out of ammo, of course" and started to look for the drawer from which it was pulled. She found and walked to it but didn't find ammo. She looked at Max. "You didn't have extra ammo" and threw the gun at him. "Idiot."

Then she searched the whole room and the two bedrooms trying to find anything useful that could help her when facing Angel. After a while of growing frustrated she hit the jackpot.
She opened a wardrobe and within it she saw various types of guns and weapons. Her face lit up. "Excellent"

After a few minutes of gearing up she was studying herself again from the window. On her thighs there were two black holsters that she had strapped to the upper part of her boots holding a Glock 17 each.
Onto her back she had attached a black sheath (magical sheath sticks to back with no straps or strings. (Like a video-game lol)) Holding a katana with a red handle that she saw over her right shoulder. And in her hands she held a pump-action shotgun that had some extra slugs in its stock.
"I actually feel sorry for that poor soul who tries to stop me now."