Minerva and I had been together for the better part of a year. She was my best friend, lover and a constant source of entertainment and deviltry. If you'd like to know how we came to be together, you are invited to read "Tending Minerva" in the "Lesbian, Adult Friends" section of "Nifty Archives." If not, I'll simply begin by saying that we continued to share my beachfront apartment a little South of Huntington Beach near Highway One. Commonly, when I returned home from my work at Berkley University, she was usually sitting out on the balcony with my usual vodka-rocks sitting near my chair. I have fond memories of sitting down, kicking off my shoes and putting my feet up on Minerva's lap while sipping my drink as Minerva massaged my tired feet and recapped her experiences of the day. She was a slender little waif-like pixie of 24 who was indeed a free spirit in the true sense of the word. She was intelligent but without a lick of common sense. She teasingly told me once that: "a parasite had entered her brain through her ear and ate the good sense node while she was swimming with her parents in Zimbabwe." After I really got to know her, I began to believe her story. She had small breasts with unusually large nipples that changed significantly in size when responding to my gentle teasing or the warmth and texture of my long, wet tongue. I had come to know her body quite well in the short time that we were together and my biggest pleasure was to spin her up to the point of her exploding with ecstasy & screaming pleasure.

I guess you could say that I took her away form a large, muscular butch who had turned mean hearted, most probably from being a junkie and pumping steroids to achieve greater muscle definition and bulk. Being at the highest level in a little known ancient martial art form, I was able to quite easily subdue Cary when she came around to cause trouble. Unfortunately though for Minerva and myself, I allowed myself to become a little too complacent with regards to Cary, underestimating her capabilities and cruelty. By the way, my name is Dr. Orpha Creed, a non-practicing M.D involved in research and writer. At age 44, having survived through the dark period of my live and a very unsuccessful heterosexual marriage, I had come to enjoy my own company with the exception of my friends and colleagues; that is until I met Minerva a few months ago and a very strong bond had formed between us. Well, enough of the preliminary "setting of the stage" bullshit. Here's the story:

Orpha was on the phone talking to Minerva's mother in Bakersfield. "Martha, I just don't know what to tell you to make you feel better. The police said they'll continue to investigate Minerva's disappearance and keep me well informed. I'll call you if learn anything about her and that's a promise!"

Orpha hung up the phone. "The female police sergeant had all the earmarks of being a bigot when she took the report of Minerva's disappearance," Orpha thought to herself.

Minerva's Mother really never approved of her daughter's lifestyle but she had come to at least respect her relationship with Orpha, who contributed to her stability and general well being.

After two more days of waiting for word, it became apparent to Orpha that the missing person's report had flown down a black hole. The Cops had gone through the exercise, said all the right things that people want to hear and just turned their back on the case.

Orpha sat on the couch in the great room staring at Minerva's belongings spread out on the floor. She went through the desk where Minerva wrote comments and doodled as she talked on the phone. "Nothing unusual here," Orpha said out loud in frustration.

Orpha lifted Minerva's only set of car keys from a hook inside a kitchen cabinet. She bounded down four flights of stairs to the parking garage and opened Minerva's car. Like her room, her car was a mess of discarded clothing, magazines, candy wrappers and general trash. The glove compartment contained the usual owner's manual and registration.

She went through every scrap of paper, continuing to pull everything from under her seat. "Well, what do you know? A picture of Cary with a number written on the back," Orpha thought to herself.

Orpha dialed the number. "Outer Darkness," A husky female voice boomed on the other end.

"Is Cary there please?" Orpha asked politely.

"Cary who?"

"Uh, I don't know her last name. I met her the other night and she gave me this number to call her," Orpha responded timidly.

"Get fucked bitch," the husky voice bellowed, followed by a dial tone.

Orpha grabbed the L.A. phonebook from the desk and began thumbing through the yellow pages under bars, nightclubs or anything she could think of. "No listing for Outer Darkness," she thought to herself in total frustration.

8:00 AM Wednesday, Orpha called in at Berkley and made arrangements to take a two week leave of absence. She slipped into a pair of Minerva's jeans, a dingy, worn sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers. She opened a locked drawer by the side of her bed and lifted a 9 mil Beretta in a shoulder holster. She grimaced at it for a few seconds; then slipped it back in the drawer re-locking it.

9:30 AM, Using the stairs, Orpha ascended to the 19th floor of an office building across from the downtown L.A. Post office building. A receptionist sat at a desk just inside the door of the stairwell. As the receptionist looked up, Orpha picked up a trashcan filled with shredded documents, dumping them in a large canvass bag that she picked up in the stairwell. She then slipped into the outer office with the name "Jane Daniels, Chief Administrator" on the door. Orpha was dumping the contents of the trashcan when the inner office door opened and a woman came out with an arm full of files. She glanced at Orpha, nodded and left. Orpha could see Jane Daniels sitting at her desk in her private office so she quietly slipped in and sat in one of the plush leather chairs across from her desk completely un-noticed.

Jane was startled as she looked up and saw Orpha. "How in the hell!" She reacted as she pushed jumped in her chair with an expression of extreme alarm. "Mamba?" she blurted out as she stared wide eyed at Orpha.

"I've not been called that for about 9 years now Jane," Orpha responded with a gentle, submissive smile. "Maybe we should forget that code name and refer to me as just Orpha now."

"Yea right, I'd heard that you were in the L.A. area but you don't stay very long in one place."

Orpha smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

"What ever happened dear? I heard that you resigned from the agency and just disappeared back in about 92. I never thought they would let you leave. I've never seen a field operative who handled themselves as skillfully as you did. When you were on a mission, you were indeed the phantom of phantoms in the true sense of the word. I wondered if they would resurrect you and send you after Sodom after the Gulf war or use your special talents to go in after Osama."

"No dear, people like me fell out of favor with the administration and were permanently deactivated. It all started with the Nixon fiasco and gradually got worse with subsequent administrations. I didn't really mind though, I made a lot of money and invested it fairly wisely. I guess you might say that I'm now semi-retired and enjoying it."

"So what brings you to see me?" Jane asked.

"I need to use your computer and some passwords to access police files. I'm trying to locate someone who mysteriously disappeared." Orpha responded as she continued to tell Jane about the phone conversation with the "Outer Darkness."

"Outer Darkness? What in the hell are you doing screwing around with that horrible cult? I thought you said that you were retired from covert, clandestine activities. They are one nightmarish group of bitches for sure Orpha! The Bureau has a file on them the size of a Buick down on the next floor."

"I don't have time to sift through tons of hard files Jane, I need to move fast and there might be a life at stake." Orpha reacted as she pulled out the picture of Cary. "I think that this woman has something to do with the kidnapping and possible death of a friend of mine and she may be a member of the Outer Darkness group. Can you check it out for me for old times sake?"

Jane took the picture, made several entries in her terminal, then swung the monitor around so Orpha could see it.

"That's the bitch. Cary Francis Hemler is her full name with about seven aliases listed," Orpha responded as she stared coldly at the picture on the screen. "Please scroll down so I can read the entire file."

Jane complied, then hit the print command. The printer started spitting out page after page of text.

"I owe you one Jane," Orpha committed with a frown as she stood, gathered the 12 printed pages and headed for the door.

"If you want me to call it even dear, you can keep me in the loop on this one. I'd love to get my claws into some of these nasty bitches. They're into just about every illegal and immoral activity imaginable. We never had this conversation if anyone asks and please be very careful Orpha!" Jane ordered as Orpha bounded through the outer office door.

"You sound just like you did in the old days Jane!" Orpha responded with a broad grin.



Orpha jumped on the expressway and exited at the L.A International Airport. She pulled into long term parking, slipped her wallet and belongings into the trunk and carefully placed the keys on a structural member under the body frame. She then sprinted across the front of the main terminal and down a flight of stairs to the underground tram station. A few minutes later, she was on a tram bound for the inner city.

Having memorized the maps of the old "L.A. Produce District" just south of the stockyards, she headed in the general direction of Cary's address and the location of the "Outer Darkness" group provided to her by Jane Daniels, now with the local L.A. office of the Central Intelligence Agency. As she continued to walk, the population on the sidewalks began to diminish until all that were left were a few homeless sitting in doorways and along the curb. Addresses weren't displayed adequately in the area where she felt the location existed, so she calculated the approximate location.

An old but husky woman stepped out from a door carrying an armload of old tattered clothes and started down the concrete steps toward the sidewalk.

Orpha looked up at the woman and smiled. "I'm looking for my friend who lives in this area, have you seen her lately and do you know where she might be?" Orpha asked as she held out the picture of Cary.

The old woman grimaced at the picture, stained and decayed teeth showing below her herpetic upper lip. She scowled at Orpha and pointed at the next doorway to her left.

Orpha walked to the doorway and tried to turn the knob of the very robust lock assembly. A motion detector clicked over her head and the almost inaudible whurr of a tiny motor caused a camera to move under a molded concrete roof a few feet above the door. A solenoid clacked within the lockset and Orpha was allowed to enter the building. She was drawn toward a room where muffled music and laughter echoed through a closed metal sliding door.

Orpha slid the door to one side and stuck her head inside. "Hi Sweet Cheeks," A large muscular woman greeted as she stared at Orpha wantonly, her flexed, bulging arm muscles extending out of a black imitation leather jacket.

Orpha glanced at the woman, then at seven women sitting in very plush chairs and couches around the room dressed in similar attire. "Hi," she responded timidly. "Got anything good to drink in this place?"

The large woman grabbed Orpha's arm and twisted it to where the inside of her arm was exposed. "No tracks, just who the hell are you baby? I never seen you around here before? Are you a cop?"

"Hell no, I'm just looking for a friend of mine."

"And who might this friend be love?"

"Cary Hemler. Have you seen her lately?"

"Shit babe, nobody looks for Cary unless they're a cop, a big cop!" the woman responded with an evil grin which she exchanged with the other women in the room. "Cary would eat you for breakfast, that is after she fucks you to death!" she bellowed, followed by a deep horselaugh as she exchanged boastful glances with the other women.

"Cary and I get along just fine. Do you know where she might be,?" Orpha asked politely.

"She'll be along. I expect her at any time now. What would you like to drink sweetie?"

"I'll have a vodka rocks with some ice water on the side if that's OK with you."

The big woman nodded and walked behind the bar. She withdrew a bottle of cheap vodka from the freezer and poured it over a glass of ice as she held a second glass under the spigot of a small bar sink. Orpha sensed that the woman was putting something into her drink, which was hidden behind the bar out of her sight but didn't respond.

The woman walked over and set the two glasses on the table in front of Orpha and sat down very close to her. "My name's Val," the big woman announced. "What's yours?"

"Mine's Orpha," she responded with a flirtatious smile.

Orpha exchanged the water and vodka glass in a split second when the woman was distracted momentarily, hoping that the suspected drug was in the glass with the vodka. She sipped the water slowly and occasionally lifted the vodka glass to her lips without drinking, sipping a small sample and drawing the scent of the liquid into her nostrils. She detected a sight scent of an exotic drug called "Excitroclamine" which caused extreme neural dysfunction along with drowsiness and heightened sexual receptiveness.

As time progressed, Orpha began to act tipsy and clumsily spilled the vodka on the floor. "Oops, oh well, its only water!" she slurred as she downed the balance of the remaining drug free glass. Being a doctor, Orpha knew how to fake being drugged with Exitroclamine as she stood and collapsed limply on the floor next to the big woman's feet.

"Woooh! Do I feel crazy," Orpha responded as she continued to fake the affects of the drug. "Mmmm! I do wish that Cary were here to take care of me,"

"I'm right here Orpha," a familiar, husky voice announced from behind Orpha's slightly elevated head as she lay on the floor wreathing and acting stoned.

"Oh hi Cary! I didn't hear you come in."

"Come to visit me sweetie?" Cary asked with an evil tone of voice.

"I came to see if you know where Minerva might be. Have you seen her?"

Cary knelt down on one knee beside Orpha. "Yea, you might say that I seen her. I also fucked her, licked her, beat the shit out of her and..., Well you don't really want to know. If you're real good sweetie, I'll make sure that you join her though." Cary responded as she grinned wickedly at the other women in the room.

Orpha felt a dark depression grip her as she pondered Cary's words and looked deep into Cary's cold, menacing eyes. "What have you done Cary? Have you...!"

Before Orpha could finish her question, Cary scooped her up in her arms as Orpha hung limp with her head dangling back as she continued to fake being drugged. The other women stood and opened a door at the back of a room. They all walked down a hallway in what was once a large warehouse where produce had been stored and sold about 60 years in the past. They entered a room with one large barred window, filthy with dust and cobwebs. Cary placed Orpha on a king sized mattress laying in the center. Near each corner of the mattress, there was an eyebolt fastened to the concrete floor. From each eyebolt, there was a length of chain with shackles at the end. Cary fastened the shackles to Orpha's wrists and ankles, stretching her out across the mattress on her back. Cary and Val knelt down on the mattress beside Orpha and removed a fairly large switchblade from their tight leather pants. Orpha watched as they cut through her clothing, removing everything and throwing them in the corner of the room. When Orpha was naked, they stood up and stared down at Orpha who was continuing to act stoned, wreathing around on the mattress as the chains held her arms and legs outstretched.

"Nice little picnic lunch I prepared here!" Cary said boastfully as she flashed her evil grin at the other women. "I think I'll have a little appetizer right now!"

Orpha watched as Cary and Val removed their own clothes. "Cary, what did you do with Minerva?" she asked shyly. "Please tell me Cary. Val, please tell me."

"Shut up bitch," Cary barked back at Orpha as she strapped a large 9" dildo around her pelvic area. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out you fucking bitch."

"OK honey, then will you tell me what happened to Minerva?"

Cary didn't respond but pounced down on Orpha, inserting the head of the large black dildo in Orphas vagina, now very wet from the sheer excitement of her predicament. Cary pushed forward as Orpha raised her hips to better align and accommodate the large molded plastic penis. Cary pumped it in and out rapidly as Orpha's excitement escalated as the rapacious act being done to her continued.

Orpha stretched her neck as she looked back toward the door, watching the expression on the women's face and eyes as they watched. "Ohhhh Cary, deeper baby, deeper. Pleeeease!" she ordered between her screams of ecstasy.

Cary grasped Orpha's hair, jerking her head toward her. She pressed her mouth over Orpha's, extending her tongue inside Orpha's mouth as she continued to rapidly impale her on the massive dildo, their tummies slapping vulgarly together in rapid succession.

Orpha let herself go over the edge and started into a violent orgasm, screaming and squirming intensively against the mattress while straining against the chain restraints on her arms and legs. When it was over she fell limp and closed her eyes whimpering just enough to display her satisfaction of what had just occurred.

"If I play along, they will eventually tell me the whereabouts and status of Minerva. If I resist, they'll only make it worse and they'll eventually kill me when they tire of me," Orpha thought to herself as she lay motionless, staring longingly at Cary.

Cary removed the dildo and stood straddling Orpha's face, staring straight down at her. Cary slowely lowered her body down until her genitals contacted Orpha's face and mouth. Orpha stared at Cary's eyes through the mass of her black, dense pubic hair. Orpha then slowely extended her tongue, gently touching Cary's clitoris while gently sucking the blood gorged, swollen appendage into her mouth.

Cary moaned with delight. "If you hurt me in any way bitch, I'll cut your throat. Do you understand me?"

Orpha gazed up at Cary and nodded her head in agreement as far as the restriction of Cary's large muscular thighs would permit. "Mmmm Hmmmm!" she replied, muffled by the large, wet mass covering her face and mouth.

As the other women in the room removed their clothes and crawled in close around the spectacle taking place on the mattress, Cary went into a clitoral orgasm, wreathing and moaning with her low frequency voice. "You're good Orpha. Bet you can make me come again if you try!" she bellowed.

As Orpha worked her tongue back towards Cary's gaping vagina, she felt a tongue from one of the previous onlookers working its way inside her own vagina while others began to lick and suck her nipples, navel and even her toes. Hands pawed over her entire body. "I feel like the roasted pig at a luau," she thought to herself. Orpha allowed herself to enjoy the event, knowing full well that eventually she would achieve the upper hand.

After what seemed like hours, some of the women became tired of the feeding frenzy and just collapsed on and around the mattress. One of the women held Orpha's head on her lap while she poured beer in her mouth which Orphas drank willingly.

"Where's Minerva, please tell me," Orpha asked politely.

No one responded as they all began to gather up their things and leave through the door. Cary checked the shackles on Orpha's limbs while Val walked over to one of the doors in the room.

"Wissssst!" Val whistled. "Get in here Garth," she ordered.

"A large black male German Shepherd trotted into the room and started sniffing around Orpha.

"Garth! Go lay down, NOW!" Val screamed.

The dog cowered and crawled over to the pile of rags that were once Orpha's clothes and flopped down, staring at Orpha with wide inquisitive eyes.

"If you try anything during the night, Garth will tear your throat out," Cary hissed with an evil smile. "I'm not kidding Orpha, Garth's a killer."

Orpha nodded her head in agreement.

A dim nightlight glowed in a receptacle just under the barred window. Orpha raised her head and stared at the dark shadow lying in the corner. The light reflected off of two eyes in the darkness that stared back with a chilling affect.

Orpha looked around the room and spotted a pile of old newspapers along side her mattress. She noticed that the shackles on her wrists were metal and had a key lock. The ones on her ankles were made of heavy leather and were only fastened by a heavy steel buckle. She glanced once more in the direction of the dog, which had now closed its eyes and lowered its head on what was left of Orpha's sweatshirt.

Orpha worked the joints of both of her thumbs completely out of their sockets and manipulated both thumbs around to the middle of her palms making her hands smaller than her wrists. She slowly, quietly slipped her hands out of the wrist shackles, working the thumb joints back into place. Continuing to lay flat, she positioned her body to where she could unbuckle her left ankle restraint while watching for movement from the dog. Within a few seconds she had the restraints off of her ankles. With her right hand, she quietly reached beside the mattress and gathered several sheets of newspaper and stacked them neatly in a pile.

Taking a deep breath, she jumped to her feet and moved back toward the wall to where the dim nightlight was between her and the dog. The dog jumped to its feet and stood growling at Orpha who just stood staring into the dog's eyes while holding the newspaper in one hand. The big German Shepherd lunged past the light toward Orpha but she slapped the paper over the dogs eyes like a shield. Startled, the dog jumped back but not before Orpha could spin around at lightening speed and grab the dog's neck and head between her muscular thighs. As the dog thrashed to break loose, Orpha wrapped both hands around the dog's mouth holding it shut while putting two fingers over the dog's nostrils. The dog continued to thrash violently in an attempt to buck loose from Orpha's death grip, but her long, powerful, muscular legs clamped tight and she stayed connected to him as he pulled her allover the room. Eventually the dog stopped resisting as the oxygen in it's lungs became depleted and ti's large muscles became oxygen starved. When Orpha felt the dog go limp, she removed her hand and allowed the dog to take a breath. Flipping him on his back, she opened her mouth wide and drove her teeth into the dog's exposed throat. She dug her teeth in more forcefully every time the dog attempted to move. The dog finally froze in fear and submission as Orpha continued to tightly grip its throat within her mouth.

Orpha released the dog and jumped to her feet. "GARTH! GO LAY DOWN, NOW!" she bellowed imitating Val's voice.

The confused, bewildered dog cowered whimpering and crawled over to the corner, flopping down on the pile of rags.

Orpha tried the doors to the room and found them to be unlocked. The clock over the bar read 1:23 AM. She flipped on a small lamp as she began to go through drawers and pigeonholes of a desk at the end of the bar. She found a small handgun and thought a moment about hiding it in case she needed it later but changed her mind, removing the magazine and placing it in another drawer under some papers. On a shelf behind the bar, she found a large flashlight. She turned it on after turning off the lamp, then she went back to the hallway and started toward the room where she was restrained.

Garth stuck his head out of the door and seemed to droop and cower as she approached. "Come on Garth, here boy, go with me," she ordered as the dog moved next to her, positioned against her right leg while wagging his tail. In a door to the left she saw a large kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she removed some lunchmeat and cheese. She ate a large quantity of the protein and gave the remainder to the dog who gratefully devoured the remainder. She then removed a can of Miller Light and began to sip the contents, pouring the remainder into a small bowl, giving it to the dog. As she looked through some to the drawers in the kitchen, she felt Garth's cold, wet beer soaked nose against her leg as he adoringly licked her salty skin.

"Lets go big guy," she ordered, as she started for another door that led deeper into the complex. She searched the lower level, then bolted up a stairway to what had once been offices which full of old records and dilapidated desks from 60 years ago. She then walked out onto a catwalk that continued across a large space that had once been the main produce warehouse. She directed the light up toward the ceiling where there were exposed steel beams forming the roof superstructure and pipes running across the large void below. Suddenly, her flashlight beam hit a large mat on the floor below. Dangling from the ceiling just over the mat, were chains that extended down from pulleys mounted to one of the steel beams above. Next to the mat, were tables containing whips and other menacing looking torture devices. Orpha bounded down a steel stairway to the main floor and over to the mat. The shackles attached to the end of the chains were made of heavy webbing with steel buckles to restrain the victims. The whips were braided leather with a six inch strap of leather extending at the tip. The handle was tightly wrapped leather, ending with a spherical rubber appendage at the end.

Orpha whirled the whip over her head and made it crack in mid air. "Holy shit," she said in amazement as she felt herself getting wet from the fantasies that were leaping through her mind, her imagination picturing the events that might have taken place here in the past.

Orpha, accompanied by the dog roamed through every nook and cranny of the old produce warehouse but found nothing that would relate to Minerva's whereabouts. As the first signs of daylight began to show through the filthy, dusty windows of the building, Orpha led the dog back into the room where she was restrained. She fastened the buckles on her ankle restraints, popped her thumbs out of their sockets and slid her hands back into their respective shackles and closed her eyes. Garth flopped down on his bed of rags and went to sleep as well.



The scent of coffee drifted under the door to the chamber where Orpha lie chained to the floor. She opened her eyes and gazed at Garth who was sniffing at the gap under the door to the hallway. Garth's tail wagged as a tall slender African American woman entered the room with a Styrofoam cup of coffee and a couple of donuts in a bag. The woman knelt down and removed the lid off of the coffee cup. Raising Orpha's head with her hand, she slipped her thigh under her head and neck as though to position her to drink.

"I've brought you some coffee and a couple of donuts," the woman said as she held the cup up to Orpha's lips. "You'll get me in a lot of trouble if you tell anyone that I did this."

"I always protect my friends," Orpha replied with a warm expression from her eyes and tone of voice. "What's your name dear?"

"Ramona Jackson,"

Orpha took a long sip of coffee. "You're very kind to do this for me Ramona."

Orpha looked up into her soft, kind eyes as she was fed the donuts from the crumpled white sack laying beside her a nibble at a time.

"They're gonna kill you lady," Ramona said with a sad tone as she gazed softly back into Orpha's eyes.

"I know," Orpha replied sadly. "Why would someone like you be involved with a gang of mean hearted bitches like these? You don't strike me as the type."

"They brought me in off the street when they found me beaten half to death in an alley by a John. I was a hooker on the street and on my own since I was 13. I had nowhere else to go so here I am nine years later seeing to their needs and trying to stay on their good side."

"Good side?" Orpha responded sarcastically. "Did you know Minerva?"

"Yea," she responded sadly as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. "I knew who she was."

"You say `was' like it was in the past tense."

"Lady, please!" Ramona said in alarm as she stood, crumpled the cup and sack and headed for the door.

"Ramona, please dear, tell me what happened to Minerva. I'll never reveal that you told me. They're going to kill me anyway so what difference does it make if I know?"

Ramona slipped through the door and was stopped by Cary as she barged in the room. "What the hell are you doing in here Ramona?" she barked rudely. "I told you to have the big room set up for the `Lady Godiva' routine."

Ramona dropped her eyes and nodded her head.

"Well bitch, I see Garth didn't eat you for breakfast so we can move on into the next phase of our little games," Cary said coldly as she grimaced at Orpha. "You're gonna just love this next one!"

Val and three other large women entered the room and each took hold of Orphas wrists and ankles. Unfastening the shackles, they lifted Orpha off the mat as Cary wrapped her left muscular arm around Orpha's slender waist.

"Hang on to her now!" Cary ordered. "She can throw us all over the room if she gets loose. She fights like a big jungle cat when she's pissed."

They carried Orpha out the door, down the hall past the kitchen and into the large area of the warehouse where she had seen the chains and torture equipment when she prowled in the night looking unsuccessfully for traces of Minerva. As the women continued to hold Orpha, Cary attached straps to her wrists. She then walked over to the wall pushed a red button on a control box. A motor sounded and Orpha felt her arms being pulled upward as the chains were retracted noisily through the pulleys mounted on the ceiling beam. In a few seconds, Orpha's feet lifted from the floor as she dangled, suspended by the chains several feet off the floor. Ramona pulled a large, crudely built wooden sawhorse from a storage room to where they were. Val placed the sawhorse directly under Orpha, aligning a large plastic, vertical appendage attached to the crossbeam with Orpha's genitals. As Cary depressed the green button on the control, Orpha began to descend as Val guided the large, plastic appendage into Orpha's vagina. As Orpha's weight was borne completely by the crossbeam of the sawhorse, she felt the incredible pain as it penetrated deep within her pelvic area from her genitals and pubic mound. Two if the women tied Orpha's ankles to the A-frame, securing her unmercifully to the torture rack.

"Orpha baby, meet Lady Godiva's Horse," Cary said with a cruel sneer. Do you like the way that feels sweetie?"

A tear rolled down Orpha's cheek as she looked at Cary who was displaying an evil grin. "Did you do this to Minerva when you killed her Cary?" she asked sadly.

"Worse!" Cary hissed showing her large, white, carnivorous teeth in a cold grin. "Want me to demonstrate how I skinned her alive?" she continued as she grabbed one of the braided leather whips on the table, cracking it in the air menacingly.

Orpha felt a twinge of fear begin to descend on her at the same time as she felt sexual stimulation of being totally subdued and violated. She moved her pelvis slowly against the narrow beam while flexing her vagina muscles against the appendage that impaled her.

Cary approached with a small box and balanced it on the beam behind Orpha. She removed several items and held them in front of Orpha continuing to grin like the Cheshire cat. "Know what these are sweetie?" she hissed.

Orpha didn't respond as she continued to escalate in sexual stimulation. Cary compressed the handles of a small plastic clothespin, placing the jaws over Orphas nipple and releasing. Then she repeated the exercise with the other nipple. Orpha felt the pain shoot through her, extending through her genitalia and continuing down to her toes. She closed her eyes and moved against the appendage now more actively than before in a state of sexual reverie.

"What the hell!" Cary barked in amazement. "You're enjoying this aren't you bitch?"

Orpha didn't respond but stared at Cary with a strange, bemused expression in her eyes. "What strange creatures our species!" Orpha thought to herself as she slowly gyrated against the beam. " I can't believe that I'm really getting turned on by this absurdity," she continued to think to herself. "There truly is a dark side of me that I don't comprehend and it seems to have a mind of it's own," she continued in her inner thoughts.

"Let her stay like that for a few hours," Cary hissed. "She won't enjoy it for long."

Orpha watched as they left the room and closed the door. She continued to work her vagina against the large appendage that penetrated deeply within her. She moaned softly as the sensations built in intensity and she approached the threshold of orgasm. Suddenly, she was caught up in the grip of an orgasm that caused her to wreath and moan completely out of control, ultimately screaming with the final, pulsating release. When it finally subsided, Orpha slumped over, letting the wrist shackles and chains from above hold the weight of her upper torso as she continued to straddle the wooden beam. She opened her eyes and saw the wet residual coating on the surface of the wood and the droplets running down her legs just under the wet, matted hair below her pubic mound. She re-closed her eyes and let her mind drift away, taking her thoughts toward Minerva and other fond memories of the past to await whatever Cary and Val had in mind for the next session.

Orpha was awakened by the clatter of a door to one of the unloading docks at the far end of the warehouse. Several women gathered around the back of the trailer truck that had backed up to the dock and started unloading computers, and stereo systems along with other electronic contraband. One of the women started a forklift and drove within the trailer, retrieving a pallet of small white bags that were shrink-wrapped, holding the load in place. The pallet was driven up to a pile of old signs that leaned against a wall which were slid to one side revealing a large door. The forklift disappeared through the door and down a steep ramp to a lower, basement level. The electronic contraband was placed on large cargo dollies and rolled into the opening following the forklift.

"What are you looking at Orpha?" Val asked coarsely.

"Have a little side business Val?" Orpha asked sarcastically. "What other kind of crap are you broads involved in? Lets see, theft, drugs, prostitution, and ... Oh yes I almost forgot, you murder people too don't you? You and Cary murdered Minerva didn't you?"

Val sneered at Orpha. "You'll be joining Minerva soon bitch! Just keep shooting off your big mouth and it may be sooner than you think!" She growled as she punched the red button, raising Orpha upward until the restraints on her ankles began to lift the wooden sawhorse. Val untied Orpha's ankle restraints and continued to elevate her until her feet were about two feet off the floor. Sliding the sawhorse over to one side, Val picked up one of the whips, whirled it around overhead and let it strike Orpha across her butt with a sharp snap. The searing pain shot through Orpha's body like a bolt of lightening. Again, the whip hissed as it whirled through the air and connected with Orpha's naked thighs with snap. Orpha began to winch, feeling the affects of the burning pain as her neurons switched to the overload mode and she began to feel chilblains forming on her skin.

"I have to get control here," Orpha thought to herself as she prepared for another impact of the whip.

Cary stuck her head in the door and glared at the spectacle. "Get in here Val," she ordered as she motioned with her hand. "We'll take care of the bitch later but lets see to business first and pleasure later."

Val tossed the whip on the table and headed for the door to join the others in the lounge. "See you later pussycat," she hissed as she departed through the door.

Orpha hung by her wrists as she recapped Val's words in her mind: "You'll be joining Minerva soon." The words echoed through her thoughts repeatedly as she began to feel herself transitioning into a state of mind that she hadn't experienced for over nine years, a state of mind that she was trained to maintain in the heat of an extreme survival environment when in the grip of "harm's way". Suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on and her thighs and butt and a feeling of caressing warmth. Orpha looked down and into the soft brown fawn eyes of Ramona who was gently applying an ointment to her large, red, swollen welts that extended across her butt and thighs.

"This should ease the stinging a little since it contains hydrocortisone," Ramona whispered as she continued to apply the ointment. "I used this same tube on Minerva but she was whipped so unmercifully that she was beyond help. She cried for mercy but they just kept on beating her until she passed out." Ramona pointed toward the table at a black rubber ball attached to a leather strap. "They put that gag in her mouth because they said that the screams hurt their ears."

Tears trickled down Orpha's cheeks. "Perhaps she went into shock at some point," Orpha said as her voice took on a deep vibrato tone and her eyes became affixed on the gag in a cold icy stare.

"Orpha, I'm going to set you free but you must take me with you. They'll kill me for sure," Ramona said as she walked toward the green lift control button.

"Stop Ramona. I know what I'm doing dear. Meet me back here at 3:30 in the morning. Can you get here at that early hour?"

"Sure, but why not get the hell out of here now?"

"Humor me dear! It will all be revealed to you in due time." Orpha replied in an almost unearthly tone as her brain began to process a plan of recourse and resolve. "See you in the morning dear and be very careful."



"You know the drill Orpha!" Cary yelled through the door from the lounge. "Either hang around and be nice or Garth will eat your liver!" she continued sarcastically as the other women behind her in the lounge laughed Mockingly.

Orpha's arms and wrists were aching and numb when she heard the door close and lock and the noise and laughter ended abruptly. "Alone at last!" she said aloud in relief as Garth glanced up at her adoringly while wagging his tail in a submissive manner.

Orpha worked her thumbs against the restraints as she hung. Both thumbs eventually slipped out of their sockets allowing her hands to slip through the restraints and she dropped to the floor, crouching like a cat while surveying the large dark warehouse space. Garth crawled over toward Orpha with his tail between his legs, whimpering submissively. Orpha stood and walked toward the lounge door as Garth followed close behind. She felt her way along in the dark until she found the kitchen next to the lounge. She opened the large refrigerator door, opened a can of beer and rummaged through the stored food, selecting mostly the higher protein items. She began stuffing herself with cold lunchmeat, occasionally tossing some to Garth who bolted it down with one gulp. She found a jar of peanut butter in a cabinet. She scooped out its contents with her fingers and ate most of it, holding her hand down to Garth who obligingly licked her hand clean. She found her way into the lounge. A dim red light over the exit door illuminated her way over to where she had found the flashlight the night before.

"Lets go Garth, we have work to do!" she ordered in a serious tone as she headed back into the warehouse.

The signs that hid the door to the lower level were made of thin metal and plastic making them easy to slide to one side. There was a padlock on the door but Orpha remembered seeing one of the women place a key near the top of the doorframe. She slid her fingers along the surfaces until she touched the key. Unlocking the door, she entered and walked down a steep ramp leading down into the darkness as Garth pressed close against her legs. The damp chill on Orpha's naked body felt miserable but she was determined to explore the secrets that lay hidden below the building. She entered a room where several pieces of old rusty equipment were stacked, The walls were of hand cut stone and appeared to be old but one wall was of fairly new cinderblock. She noticed that the tire marks from the forklift and the footprints all went toward the cinderblock wall and disappeared. Pushing what appeared to be a loose block, the wall began to rotate into a large area. Unlike the previous room, the air was cool and dry, obviously from a large capacity dehumidifier running at one end of the room. There were rows of boxes stacked up to the ceiling containing new computers, stereos, TVs and other items. At the back of the room was the pallet load of white powder in small plastic bags, shrink-wrapped to the pallet. The plastic was tough and she couldn't drive her fingernail through, so she bit a small slit with her teeth. Tasting a particle or two, she discovered it was Cocaine.

"Street value in the millions!" she said aloud as Garth responded by cocking his head and gazing affectionately at Orpha.

"Well, what have we here?" she thought to herself as she lifted a loose board on a wooden crate. "Holy shit! AK-47 Assault Rifles," she said in amazement as she counted the 36 crates, each containing three rifles. "I wonder where the hell these are going," she asked herself as a mental picture of a bearded terrorist of Arabic decent flashed through her mind.

Across from the rifles was a stack of wooden boxes under a tarp. Orpha slid the tarp back and read the stencil on the box. "Plastic Explosives!" she read aloud. What in the hell are these bitches up to?"

Orpha continued to explore the very large space. At the rear of the room, she found several large planks placed tightly together covering an opening in the cement floor. Dragging them to one side, she discovered a crude stairway leading down to a very old wooden door with rusted fittings appearing centuries old. Orpha tugged on an old rusty ring and the door creaked loudly on three rusted hinges as it swung open.

Orpha was now two levels below ground as she stepped through the ancient doorway. She directed the flashlight down a long dark corridor. The ceiling was made of very old, crudely fabricated bricks that were laid in such a manner as to form an arch. The arched ceiling extended beyond the capacity of the light and disappeared into a curtain of darkness and mist with a cold, chilling affect. Every ten yards, there were arched doorways to side rooms. The rooms had no floor, but had sandy dirt spread unevenly across the rooms. She shined the beam of her light on some markings in the brick. The very faint inscription read: "San Francisco Brick Co, 1813," and bore a faded logo of the now extinct company.

Orpha walked forward cautiously with Garth nervously pressing against her leg. Up ahead, she heard a slight noise and Garth let out a low menacing growl. A fairly large rat scampered across the corridor from one of the rooms and into a hole in the bricks.

Orpha broke out in chilblains. "Oh shit! Why rats?" She said aloud as she experienced a flashback of being in a rat infested prison in El Salvador when on an assignment during her dark past. "Must be from the early 1800's," she thought to herself as she directed the light down the corridor. "They might have stored root vegetables down here like potatoes and turnips. Could have been part of an old winery from that period too," she continued to speculate to herself as she continued forward, turning abruptly as another rat scampered across behind her.

She directed her light into the first room on the left of the corridor. She was curious about a mound of dirt at one end of the room so she kicked at it with her bare foot which eventually touched something hard about six inches below the surface. Bending down, she cleared away the soft dirt, exposing a skull. Removing more dirt, she determined that she had found the skeletal remains of a woman, probably buried there about fifty or sixty years ago. Above the shallow grave, she saw rusted chains dangling from the ceiling. Faded, colored pictographs and symbols were just barely visible over the entire surface of the arched room. Strange grotesque figures painted in various sexual positions. Some of the figures were of naked women while other figures wore a hooded robe with skull-like faces. At one end of the room was a structure crudely made from brick and cement. The structure stood about four foot high and was about six by four foot in length and width. Old rusted chains were attached to the four corners that were attached to iron wrist and ankle restraints that had rusted almost beyond recognition. Around the edge of the top surface, there was a gutter like formation that led to the gargoyle like carved, stone head with its mouth open and a very long tongue extending downward. Below the open mouth, Orpha saw a large urn adorned with a monstrous head, it's large, gaping mouth open to catch the fluids that would drop from the Gargoyle above. Orpha's eyes gazed intrinsically between the apparent sacrificial alter and the frightening pictures on the walls and ceilings. She envisioned in her mind's eye, the naked women chained to the top of the alter awaiting whatever fate an insane Cult Priestess had on her mind. Orpha stretched out on the alter surface, running her hands and feet under the cold, rusted chains. As she stared up at the frightening figures above the alter on the ceiling, she felt herself start to become wet as she manipulated her vaginal muscles and rotated her hips against the cold surface. She reached down and gently touched herself to heighten the pleasure as she relaxed her bladder, allowing the hot steaming liquid to drain across the top and into the gutter. She stretched her head over the side as the urine began to drip down from the gargoyles open mouth and into the open mouth of the urn below. As Orpha felt herself being drawn ever deeper into the overpowering sensual trance, Garth let out a piercing series of barks directed at Orpha, jarring Orpha's consciousness back to reality and she jumped from the table as though hit with a thousand volts of electricity.

Orpha slowly backed out of the room, horrified at the strange spectacle. Continuing down the corridor, her light focused on a pile of dirt in one of the rooms. The dirt appeared to have been disturbed recently and she began to dig at one end of the oblong pile. Eventually, her fingers pulled up a lock of hair. She continued to remove the dirt and was suddenly overwhelmed by a deep feeling of depression.

"Oh my God, it's Minerva!" she said aloud in a deep, unearthly tone of voice. "You're dead meat Cary and Val, you're dead meat for sure! Get the hell back Garth!" she ordered as the dog sniffed at the corpse. "Get out!" she screamed, pointing at the arched doorway as the dog cowered and backed away.

The air became repugnant as she continued to clear away the dirt from Minerva's body. Orpha evaluated the extent of decomposition, determining that she had been dead for at least four or five days. The flashlight revealed the massive welts across her butt and thighs. Some of the larger welts had even burst open from the repeated impact of the whipping.

"Oh my God, my poor baby!" Orpha responded sadly. "Why, why, why?" She asked aloud as she stood up, looking down at the atrocity that lay before her. "Why would anyone do this to such a kind hearted, free spirited little soul like Minerva," she mourned as she gazed down at the poor little waif, lying there so lonely in her crudely constructed grave.

Orpha turned and gazed at Garth who was crouched in the archway gazing pitifully back at her. The dog's ears jumped straight up as a chilling sound came from the unexplored end of the corridor. Orpha crept over to the door and peered out toward the dark abyss in the same direction that Garth was staring so intently. The sound came again, an unearthly moan that sent chills through Orpha as she frantically searched the dark corridor with the beam of her flashlight. One green eye glowed back at them as they stood petrified. It was the most ugly, largest tomcat that Orpha had ever seen. It was a dark gray in color, exhibiting several large scars, had one ear missing and a grotesque empty eye socket that caused one side of it's head to appear withered and grotesque. It glared intently at Garth with its one large green eye, illuminated by Orpha's flashlight. Garth was now crouched and ready to attack. Confused by this unearthly sight, the dog whined and curled around behind Orpha's legs, peering around them at the cat who was slowly advancing while hissing and moaning with a deep reverberating sound.

"You're a big help you silly wuss!" Orpha said mockingly as she looked down at Garth.

Orpha picked up a loose brick and hurled it in the direction of the cat causing a distraction as it clattered against the wall of the corridor. Garth let out a string of barks in succession as it lunged forward toward the cat. Surprised, the cat shot away into the darkness.

"There must be another way in and out of here," Orpha thought to herself as she began to follow the cat's footprints down the corridor. The prints led her into a room where the ceiling had caved in, leaving a pile of bricks, cement and other debris. Slowly working her way around the pile, she felt a slight draft coming from an opening that led upward. Carefully working her way through, she came up into the rubble of an old building that had burned and collapsed within itself. Through the rubble, she recognized the lights from the entrance to the old LeFranz Hotel on the opposite side of the street. An old derelict hotel used now only by transients and prostitutes.

Orpha climbed back down the opening and headed back toward the old produce warehouse as Garth followed along behind. She pulled the ancient door closed behind her and made her way up to the main door, closing it and pulling the signs back into place. Entering the lounge, she opened a can of beer from the refrigerator behind the bar. The clock on the wall said 2:45 AM.

Ramona arrived at 3:07AM, let herself in and went immediately to where she knew Orpha would be hanging by her wrists. "What in the world? How in the heck did she get loose from the chains?" she asked aloud as she looked up at the wrist cuffs in total disbelief.

"I have ways dear," Orpha replied, peering through the doorway from the lounge. "What time do you expect Cary and Val?"

"I heard Val say that she would be in about 5:30 AM and she had invited the others to watch her whip you to death. Cary usually comes in around 6:00 AM but it might be earlier since the other girls want to be here when they whip you to shreds."

Orpha picked up the phone and dialed in the restricted number of Jane Daniel's home phone. She covered everything that she had found in the secret cellars below the warehouse. The information about the assault rifles and the plastic explosives sent Jane into ecstasy as she took notes.

When Orpha was finished, she paused for a moment. "Jane, I want you to promise that you'll make arrangements to have Minerva's body transported to a funeral home in Bakersfield. It would mean a lot to me if you could keep Minerva's name out of the report. She wasn't involved in any of the criminal activities and I would owe you a big one if you could keep her name clean," Orpha requested in a polite but firm tone.

"Orpha, this falls under the FBI jurisdiction more than the agency, but for providing one of the Senior FBI agents with a windfall like this which I'm just about to do, I think I can arrange it." Jane responded with a sincere tone of voice. "While I have you on the phone Orpha and being an expert on cults, How do you perceive what you found in the old brick sub-cellar?"

"It probably was started in about the 1940's and the cult's `Alpha Female' or her family probably owned the warehouse, built over the old brick cellar which probably came into existence in about 1813. I'd like to research the history on it myself if it's OK with you and the Bureau. There might just be a story that would support a best seller."

As Orpha hung up the phone, she looked toward Ramona. "Nobody will be whipping me or anyone else to shreds ever again around this evil place!" Orpha announced in her deep intense tone of voice. "In fact my dear, Cary and Val won't be doing much of anything when I get through with them!" Orpha continued as she began to drag the wooden sawhorse across the floor and place it directly under the hanging wrist restraints.

Orpha leaped gracefully like a cat, up and on the crossbeam of the sawhorse, balancing herself as she slipped her hands back through the restraints. "Ramona, be a dear and drag this damned thing over to the side where it was before would you?"

Ramona did what she was told as Orpha hung suspended by her wrists.

"Now here's what I want you to do dear," Orpha ordered. "Take Garth and get out of here now. I don't want you anywhere in the vicinity when the shit hits the fan.

Orpha continued to instruct Ramona to go the LA Airport, get her car out of long term parking after explaining where the keys were hidden under the body frame and return to the area, remaining out of sight of the front entrance. She also told her that there was money in her wallet, locked in the trunk of the MG.

"Now listen very carefully dear, I want you to park the MG in front of the LeFranz Hotel at exactly 5:45AM this morning, in other words, about two hours & 45 minutes from now. Do you have enough money to take a cab to the LA Airport?"

"Uh, yes!" Ramona responded.

"Ok then, get the hell out of here and take Garth with you on a leash," Orpha ordered. "Oh by the way Ramona, I'm putting my trust in you girl." Orpha hesitated and stared intently into Ramona's eyes. "If you just take off and leave me holding the bag, I'll find you," Orpha said softly but with a deep threatening undertone.

"Orpha, I promise you that I'll be there. You have no call to take that tone with me. I've been your friend through all of this and you know it!"

Orpha's intense stare softened to a warm, kind gaze from her pale blue eyes and she smiled affectionately at Ramona, continuing to hang, suspended by her wrists from the chains above.

Ramona gently wrapped her arms around Orpha's long, sinuous, muscular legs and placed her cheek lovingly against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Then she attached a leash to Garth and they both disappeared through the door leading to the rear loading dock.



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.



Orpha lay back in her large bathroom Jacuzzi filled with very hot water as she sipped her double vodka on the rocks. A slight fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the air as she savored the memories of Minerva and the sweet revenge that was inflicted upon her assailants. She lazily gazed over at the transparent shower door when Ramona began humming a sweet little tune, the way Minerva did when she showered. Ramona's smooth ebony skin in contrast against the light blue tile of the illuminated shower was strikingly beautiful as she applied soap to her delicate parts, smiling sweetly and beautifully as the hot, steamy water caressed her slender body.

Ramona turned off the water valve and stepped out on the white bathroom carpet and gazed back with pleasure at Orpha. "Feel good honey?" she asked as she smiled impishly at Orpha.

"Uh huh, heavenly."

"Want some company in there?" Ramona asked as she strolled across the room toward Orpha.

Orpha held up her right hand and waved a gesture in a manner that meant: "welcome to my Jacuzzi."

Ramona stepped in and leaned back against the opposite wall of the oval tub. Ramona and Orpha arranged their legs in such a manner that genitals touched together under the swirling surface of the water and they began to slowly move, causing the sensations of soft skin against soft skin.

Orpha handed Ramona her vodka glass. "Sip?" she asked as she watched Ramona take a mouthful and wrinkle her nose in displeasure. "You have to develop a taste for straight vodka baby. It's not like drinking pop."

Both women continued to relax and enjoy the moment in silence, deep in thought of the fiasco that took place earlier that morning at the produce warehouse. Orpha held out both hands toward Ramona with her palms up. Ramona placed her hands in Orpha's and was pulled closer until lips gently touched. Ramona uncoupled her legs from their position and slid over the top of Orpha until she was looking straight down into her eyes. She parted her lips and pressed them over Orpha's lips, slowly sliding her tongue into her mouth. Orpha returned the gesture by extending her very long and muscular tongue deep within Ramona's mouth as they both tightened the grip with their arms and legs.

"I love you Orpha," she said trembling slightly as she continued the deep kissing.

"I love you too baby," Orpha replied in a whisper.

As they both stepped out of the Jacuzzi as Orpha grabbed a large bath towel from the rack. She wrapped it around Ramona's body and pulled her close, softly kissing her lips as she gently dried Ramona's back. Orpha dropped down to her knees and began drying Ramona's genitals and inner thighs with the heavy, soft bath towel. As Orpha was sliding the towel down the back of Ramona's legs, she gently brushed her lips across Ramona's mound. The sensations of the tightly curled, dense pubic hair against her lips, slightly damp from the Jacuzzi, heightened Orpha's passions as she continued to gently apply the towel down Ramona's legs and feet. Ramona had backed up against the vanity as Orpha pressed her lips further under her mound, parting her vulva to the extent that she felt the hot, slippery interior of her genitals. Ramona swooned in pleasure as Orpha slid her long, textured tongue deeply along the front wall of Ramona's vagina as she pivoted her hips forward, while resting her butt against the front edge of the vanity, making her womanhood more accessible to her new lover. Orpha manipulated her "G" spot with the tip of her tongue, occasionally withdrawing it from the depths and sliding the tip up into her urethra and across her clitoris with electrifying results. During Ramona's deep, intensive orgasm, she momentarily lost control of her bladder, delivering a sudden burst of the hot, acidic liquid into Orpha's mouth, now tightly pressed against the interior if her genitals. The sudden, unexpected moment of deviant pleasure made Orpha's own genitalia throb. Longing to be touched, Orpha slid her finger inside and against her own clit as she felt herself starting into the throws of an orgasm. Ramona, knowing that her screams were excessive, grabbed another towel and held it to her mouth as her womanhood began to explode deep within with pulsating spasms that made her bend forward and press Orpha's mouth and head more firmly against her.

They both collapsed to the floor at once. They gazed into each other's eyes as they lay on the damp, deep piled bathroom carpet. Orpha raised her hand and gently touched Ramona's cheek, caressing it ever so gently as she continued to silently gaze into her soft, fawn eyes. Without a spoken word or a whisper, Orpha formed the three words with her mouth: "I love you."

Ramona smiled softly back at her, unable to speak as her heart rate began to slow back towards normal.

Even though Ramona was in her early 20s', Orpha made her enroll in adult high school courses resulting in her obtaining a diploma. Ramona continued her education at adult classes at a UCLA extension facility where she obtained a degree in nursing. She met a young man who also attended classes, subsequently married him and had three little boys. They are all living a normal, happy life near Barstow.

"Me? Oh..., I'm still a loner. I seem to intimidate people with my unusual skills and weird temperament so I stay by myself and continue to do research at Berkley and write. I guess I'm content with my own company but for the rest of my days, I have no doubt that I'll continue to see the ghost of my little Minerva doing her mischievous little antics and teasing in such a delightful way in my minds eye."