Avenging Minerva Chapter 5
Orpha recapitulated everything that she saw and heard in her mind as she hung by her wrists from the chains that were part of an old chain hoist. She slowly swung back and forth as she reviewed her thoughts with her eyes fixed intently upon the whip that was no doubt used on Minerva, causing her cruel demise by the twisted minds of Cary and Val. She thought about her earlier phone conversation with Jane Daniels, Administrative Director for the LA office of the CIA. Orpha's roughly laid plan began to clearly form in her mind as the clock ticked away the time. She knew that she only had a matter of a few minutes to implement and complete her plan from the time that Val and Cary would arrive to the pre-scheduled time of the FBI and Local Police raid that Jane had promised to arrange.
Orpha had dozed off for a short period of time when she heard the heavy, steel front door slam with a metallic clack. "I have to force myself to become fully conscious and operational and right now!" Orpha thought to herself as she concentrated on increasing her heart rate from its' usual 65 beats per minute to about 98. She felt the blood rushing to her brain and felt the warmth of oxygen-enriched blood rushing through her major muscles.
Orpha's pale blue eyes turned toward Val as she entered her line of vision in a cold icy stare. Her mind and body was now in a state of siege. This mode of body and mind preparation was part of her intense training in a remote Japanese temple, a cult of females where she had been raised by a priestess who was a direct descendent of the Emperor. This cult of cat-like women was located on a small remote island, part of a string of islands located off the Southern tip of Japan called the Ryukyu Islands. Orpha had been very secretive about her origin and dark past. Perhaps we'll learn more about this strange, exotic segment of her life at another time.
"Well bitch, Tired of just hanging around and anxious to get into the fun?" Val hissed mockingly, showing her large carnivorous teeth in her large evil grin.
Orpha said nothing but continued to stare into Val's bloodshot eyes.
"I'll wait until some of my friends get here, then I'm gonna whip the shit out of you bitch!" Val said laughingly.
"Why wait Val, why not a little taste of what you can do?" Orpha said coldly.
Val glared at Orpha, picked up the braided leather whip and cracked it across Orpha's thighs. Instead of screaming with pain, Orpha moaned in ecstasy, wreathing and sliding her long, shapely legs together.
Val looked startled as she drew back for another lash.
"Put one between my legs and across my genitals Val. I want to feel it there!" Orpha moaned as though thoroughly enjoying the experience and the pain.
"You little bitch. You like it don't you?"
"Mmmmm!!" Orpha responded loudly as she parted her legs, exposing her genitals. Her labia extended outward from the parted vulva, moving and pulsating as though they were alive and with a mind of their own. The wet, viscous fluids from within Orpha's open, throbbing vagina glistened as the big halogen lights above reflected off of the wetness of the spectacle in front of Val's lusting eyes.
"Well you little bitch, you really are into this aren't you. Maybe I should just keep you around as my slave. You could lay at my feet and I could keep you on a chain next to Garth. You could slide up between my legs and lick me out whenever I wanted. Would you like that bitch?"
Orpha didn't respond. Instead, she drew both legs upward until both thighs were against her stomach, spreading them apart to stretch her genitals further open. She began making a deep moaning sound, much like a cat in heat. She looked up at the ceiling, rolling her large blue eyes in total ecstasy.
Val moved closer, sliding the handle of the whip between the open, drenching wet lips of Orpha's genitals.
"Mmmmmmm!" Orpha responded again as the spherical handle made contact with her clitoris, causing her to wreath and gyrate her hips.
Val dropped the whip, stepped closer and pressed her mouth into Orpha's gaping genital interior, extending her tongue deep into Orpha while wrapping her large muscular arms around Orpha's butt. Orpha continued to hold her legs almost straight up as she looked down at the top of Val's head with an intense, severe flash of resolve in her cold pale-blue eyes.
As though Orpha was struck with a bolt of lightening, her body lurched in a gigantic spasm of muscular reflex. Her legs aligned with the horizon, then came together like a gigantic pair of scissors, her right thigh whapping Val's temple while the left collided with the side of her throat. The resulting misaligned impact caused Val's neck to snap with a sickening pop, much like the snap of a rotten tree limb would make if you cracked it over your knee. The pulleys attached near the roof that held the chains by which Orpha was suspended, clanked loudly as the shock wave of her abrupt, explosive movement traveled up the chains.
Val went totally limp and fell to the floor like a large sack of soft lard. Her eyes gazed up at Orpha as her life slowly drifted into oblivion. Her spinal cord completely severed, she neither able to breath or control the functions of her heart and lungs.
The last thing she saw was the intense revenge in Orpha's icy stare. "Just a little something form Minerva," Orpha said in a cold, low, unearthly tone.
Orpha hung for a few seconds watching the light of life fade away in Val's bulging eyes. She then dislocated her thumbs and slid out of the wrist restraints, hitting the floor in a crouch over Val's lifeless body like a large cat just after a kill.
The door to the lounge slammed back against the wall as Cary stepped through, followed by five of the other women who came to watch Orpha's demise at the hands of Cary and Val. "What in the hell is this!" Cary screamed in horror as she stared at Val's lifeless body. "What have you done to her bitch?"
Orpha remained crouched like a stealthy cat, staring coldly into Cary's cruel eyes. Her body and mind had now made the total shift to the "siege" mode. As her body's metabolism sped up to an astonishing rate, the movements of her adversaries began to slow as though in slow motion.
Cary moved forward toward Orpha at a dead run. "Gonna blow your damned head off bitch!" she screamed as she unzipped the front of her leather jacket and began to pull a small handgun from a shoulder holster. Her jacket was now completely open down the front, revealing the cleavage of Cary's breasts and the upper portion of her abdomen.
Orpha's pale blue eyes were now almost iridescent as she continued to stare into Cary's eyes. As she sprang forward from her crouched position, she flattened her right hand, locking it very stiff and robust into a form that resembled a slender garden trowel. As she grabbed Cary's gun hand with her left hand, she plunged her grotesquely stiffened right hand into Cary's chest cavity just below her sternum. She tightly grasped Cary's aorta, at the top of her heart, and with an explosive jerk in the opposite direction, pulled her entire heart out of her chest while continuing to grasp her aorta in a death grip.
Cary screamed and dropped the handgun. "Who in the hell are you for God's sake?" She screamed in terror.
"I'm Minerva's Avenging Angel of Death, come to send you to hell you evil bitch," Orpha responded in a low but intense tone of voice as she tightened her grip on the major arteries just above and leading into her heart.
Cary gasped and hissed, trying to curse at Orpha but was unable as she was slowly overtaken by shock and the darkness of her inevitable death.
Orpha pulled a small dagger from a sheath in Cary's belt. She sliced a small piece from the left ventricle of Cary's heart muscle and placed it in her own mouth, chewing and swallowing it as she continued to stare coldly into Cary's bulging, defiant eyes. Cary let out a gasp; then collapsed.
Part of the ancient culture under which Orpha was raised, was to eat your mortal enemy's heart when slain by your own hand. It's a secret ritual and can't be discussed at this time.
The five other women moved closer, staring at Cary's heart, which was now fibrillating as it bounced and slapped against Cary's abdomen.
The smaller and more nervous of the group of women screamed at the top of her lungs, while the others just stared in horror of what they had just witnessed.
Orpha now stood facing them, blood covered her right forearm and hand as well as a trickle of red from the corner of her mouth as she stared intently into their bulging eyes. "Cary won't be working with you girls in the future. Her heart just isn't in it anymore," she said sardonically.
The moments of silence that followed was broken by a sudden burst of gunfire from an automatic rifle. A garbled voice over a bullhorn out in the street and the loud bang of a battering ram against the front door told Orpha that it was time to "get the hell out of Dodge." She bolted toward the sliding door to the cellar, threw the signs clear, unlocked and slid to door to one side and disappeared into the dark abyss below. She had thoughtfully laid the flashlight on the floor just inside the door which she grabbed as she ran. She tugged the ancient, wooden door open and ran along the corridor as rats scurried across the flashlight beam. She found the room where the ceiling had collapsed and squeezed through the narrow crevasse until she saw the faint morning light above. She crawled out of the ruins of the old burned, collapsed building and looked across the street toward the LeFranz Hotel. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her MG parked at the curb. Three large youths about age18 or 19 were trying to get Ramona to open the door. The only thing that deterred their access was Garth. His large head was lurching from side to side as the men tried to open the doors and his viscous, aggressive lunges deterred their progress. The largest alpha male of the group saw Orpha approaching the MG. The muscles of her slender, naked body rippled as she gracefully walked across the street. Her resilient body absorbed the motions of her stride and her head floated motionless in a forward direction, her eyes fixed intently on the large youth moving toward her.
"Hey Poon Babe! Were'd you come from? Wooooo! Look at you mamma! I got somthin fo you to wrap doze big, long legs aroun baby! Woooeeeee! Ask an ye shall reeeceeeive! The big 6' 4" teenager yelled as he walked toward Orpha who was now in the middle of the deserted street.
When the big youth reached to grab Orpha's wrist, he found himself spinning in mid air, manipulated by movements faster than he had ever seen, followed by a hard landing on paving bricks that formed the street. His lights went out suddenly as his head impacted the hard surface. The other two youths backed away, holding their hands with palms up in a submissive gesture.
Orpha slid in behind the wheel. Garth, excited with Orpha's presence, lapped the side of her face with his tongue as his tail slapped against the window.
"Is he dead?" Ramona asked as she looked at the big kid stretched out in the street.
"No, he'll be alright. Fortunately his brain is in his dick and not his head like most folks," Orpha replied sarcastically as she put the MG in gear and headed out from the curb.
Pulling up to the curb about two blocks down form the produce warehouse, Orpha removed a pair of binoculars form the glove compartment. The lights atop the police cars flashed in the dim light morning light as men clad in black uniforms and baseball caps ran in and out of the building, dragging the women form the Outer Darkness as they struggled to get free. Standing on the sidewalk near the main door, she saw Jane Daniels engaged in conversation with a tall slender man in a black suit and tie.
Orpha flipped on her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hi Jane, is that your FBI friend that you mentioned and is he elated at what was found?"
"Orpha?"
"Uh huh."
The moment was interrupted as a large truck from the Bomb Squad whizzed by followed by an ambulance with their sirens screaming. They both pulled up in front of the warehouse entrance.
"Tell the Bomb Squad that it would be easier for them to pull around back to the loading dock so they can load the plastic explosives with a forklift sitting in the storage room," Orpha commented laughingly.
"I'll tell them honey," Jane replied shaking her head. "Where the hell are you sweetie? How the hell did you take those two behemoths down the way you did? I haven't seen that kind of brutal combat since we encountered the Russian Mafia in Prague back in the old days.
"It was self defense Jane."
"That was apparent Orpha. The bureau or LAPD won't need to talk to you. You can just disappear back into your twilight world or wherever it is that you go. If you ever want to come back to the agency again, just let me know. There's only one like you in this world that I know of!"
"By by Jane," Orpha replied as she pulled out and headed for the coast highway.
Continued in the next chapter. Love ya, Orpha