Headline
Message text
Chapter 12: Revenge Served Clothed
Officer Angel sat on a storage container with her laptop, trying to block out the sobbing and rattling coming from the nearby room. When they got all the information they could off Lala, they tied her up and handcuffed her to a pipe, making sure there was no way she could use her muscular physique to fight back even if she wanted to. There was already an accident earlier, and now one of Angel's goons was grunting with his palm on his crotch.
"Let me back there... I'll show that bitch!" the middle-aged man with greying hair said and limped forward. However, David quickly stopped him.
"That's your own fault for trying to grope her while she was getting restrained, Carlos. Now calm down and look lively. It's 11 PM already."
Carlos shook his head and looked at the policeman with scorn.
"What was I supposed to do? That slut stripped my daughter naked right on the street, it's only fair that I get a bit of pleasure myself!"
"Can you shut it already? Go outside and patrol, our golden mane can be here any minute!" Angel shouted, looking up from her computer.
The man grunted a bit more but followed the woman's directions. She sighed. With those idiots, it'll be a miracle if they actually caught Leo.
"If only my squad was with me," Angel said, clenching her fists in rage.
"Your squad wouldn't help here. They're too soft," another man said. This one was a dark-skinned athlete with a burly stature covered by a Hawaiian shirt and a dark beard. He held a hockey stick that he could wield with a surprising ease.
"You say that again, you're getting tased, Omar," Angel scoffed.
"Sorry, ma'am, but that's just what happens when you send women to do a man's job," Omar calmly replied and went away, making the woman roll her eyes.
David chuckled a little when he looked at Angel's frown. These men were truly far from a team she would've wanted for a task like this, but beggars can't be choosers. Now perverted Carlos, sexist Omar, and two other angry, whiny men going by the names Joe and Harry were the only Textilians willing to do such a job.
At least those were driven: Carlos wanted revenge for his daughter's humiliation, Joe and Harry wished the same for their wives, and Omar... well, he was offended even when a woman wore a regular dress instead of a hijab, so their cause was right up his alley. The only guy Officer Angel could really count on was her partner in crime, David, but even he seemed too distracted for her liking.
"Imagine how good life will be when that Sanflarian bitch is dead," he said dreamily in his seat. "The only thing to worry about will be leaving the state fast enough, but I've already thought this through."
"I hope so. Wouldn't wanna move to the electric chair instead of Mexico," Angel replied.
"One thing bothers me, though. That Elizabeth gal... Is she even trustworthy? I know you seem confident in her, but I just can't see why. Our previous friends were far more reputable."
Officer Angel let out a laugh, as if what David asked was so naïve she couldn't keep a straight face.
"Of course I do. I saw that in her eyes, heard that in her voice. She might not be the most stable person, but she's even more driven than we are. Not by money, mind you, because she has more than enough. What drives her is an idea."
"Of wearing dresses?" David giggled.
"Oh, it goes much deeper. I checked the data I could, and she seems to be entirely opposed to female nudity. Always wears a one-piece swimsuit to the beach and never appears in public in a skirt that doesn't cover her knees. But people that chick hates the most are exhibitionists. You know, the kind that run around naked on the streets."
A smile appeared on David's face as he clearly enjoyed picturing that in his head.
"I'm sure she'd just jail all of them for life if she could. But, well, she kinda has to compromise. I don't even know why she's like this... Well, if I had to guess, it's due to her daddy issues. Don't know much about that story, but by the things I could find, it must be peak drama," Angel said with a smirk, then glanced at her watch and quickly changed her expression to a completely serious one. "Almost midnight, tell everyone to assume their positions."
"Understood," David got up and walked in the distance while bound, beaten, and gagged Lala continued to thrash in the storage room.
***
Arnold drove slowly and carefully, keeping the engine almost silent and the headlights off. One reason for this was the fact that it was an ICA-issued car, so any damages would come straight out of his paycheck. But what was even more important is being discreet, so the kidnappers wouldn't notice Leo approach before she's ready for it. The countess sat in the passenger's seat with deadly focus in her eyes, not saying a word since their road began.
Arnold had a bit of a hard time getting used to seeing Leo like this, even though her current look still brought him a wide smile and a quick reaction in his pants. It wasn't just because of Leo's mood, although that assertiveness was also attractive. The main reason was that now Leo was sitting in the car painted pitch-black, looking like a silhouette from a horror story, albeit a pretty sexy one.
Prior to their ride, Arnold led the countess to an experienced body paint artist, who applied a thick coat of black paint over her entire body. His paintbrush slowly moved across Leo's entire body with not even the tiniest exception. Even went inside of the girl's pussy and ass a little bit, making it hard for her to contain a moan. The phrase "mixing business with pleasure" must've never been this direct.
Of course, Leo's hair also got dyed, temporarily turning her into a brunette. Arnold couldn't help but admire the girl's new hairstyle, even though he knew she'd never sacrifice her natural golden color for any other. One thing that still creeped him out, though, were her contact lenses, which were also fully black and looked very unnatural. Still, her dedication commanded respect.
It was Leo's idea, after all. At least partially. When Arnold brought up the idea of a disguise, she remembered a certain task force from her homeworld, usually trusted with the most important and discreet tasks in the kingdom. They were fittingly called "Shadows" and included both men and women. Male operatives were gathering information in the open while being as unassuming as possible and infiltrating various social circles with their charisma.
Women, on the other hand, spied and struck their foes from hiding, so they could never know what hit them. They used body paint to blend in with their surroundings and moved around silently, completely invisible to the naked eye. Most female shadows also shaved all of their hair so they wouldn't leave any evidence of their involvement. However, this mission didn't require such drastic measures. After all, Leo will have to make her presence known to beat those criminals' asses.
"Alright, let's go through all of this one more time. You remember the CCTV layout? Where the entrances are? Blind spots?" Arnold's voice was shaking.
"First of all, don't worry. You're not the one going to fight an armed gang butt-naked," Leo said with levity, her entire mouth, teeth, and tongue black as well. "But yes, I do remember. The cameras on that, that, and that corner of the street. There are two entrances: one on the south and an emergency exit on the west. The lights don't fully reach the second and third staircases as well as the corridor leading to the main storage room, making them perfect spots for an ambush. Did I do well?"
Arnold nodded and handed Leo a hypoallergenic waist with several smoke bombs, but she just waved her arm.
"You still sure you don't wanna take them? They'll help you to escape if things go south."
Leo shook her head with confidence.
"I considered your suggestion, but those trinkets will just weigh me down. You've already helped me a ton, and I'm thankful for that. But the disguise and info will be enough; our skills will do the rest."
Arnold nodded, realizing this was the moment where he had to listen to repay Leo for her cooperation. The countess didn't need much help before and became even better since their last fight in Vegas. There were no reasons to believe she won't do it this time. These thoughts preoccupied him so much he didn't even think to ask whom exactly did she mean by "our".
"Also, I did a lot of stretching before we drove off, so no muscle cramps this time!" she winked.
The agent sent her on her way, but before that, Leo suddenly leaned close to him. Arnold thought she was about to say something, but instead, she softly pressed her lips against his and gave him a warm, lovely kiss.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you again after this, my trusted ally," she said as she exited the car.
He just nodded, too flustered to say a word.
Seeing Leo's painted butt cheeks jiggle as she dashed towards the facility filled Arnold with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he'd be as good as dead if something happens to her. On the other, something told him to believe in the countess' power. Or maybe it was that she somehow looked even hotter covered by paint, and he just wanted to see that beauty in action. Either way, Arnold promised himself to do everything he could.
Meanwhile, Leo was already running between the storage buildings, her bare feet silently touching the asphalt. She leaned against a wall after each time and carefully inspected her surroundings. The place was silent save for the waves coming from the shoreline, with only the dim light of a distant lantern combating the endless night. It was hard to see, but Leo was sure these proud criminals won't bother to cover their tracks well enough to not be noticed eventually.
Sure enough, after a couple more dashes and somersaults just outside of the cameras' view, Leo saw a lone figure walking back and forth. Her long, dark dress was a dead giveaway, and the flashlight she held made her a sitting duck. Leo figured this girl really hated her after that stripping and decided to join the criminals no matter the risks. Well, today was the day for her to learn that risks aren't always worth it.
The countess jumped forward and lay on the ground between a couple of containers. Most women would've been too disgusted by the dirt to do it, but Leo found it to be in the spirit of her mission and focused solely on its success. One of the cameras was nearby, and she could tell somebody was watching it. However, a quick maneuver in the right place should've done the trick.
Leo sprinted forward like an assassin, but the Textilian must've had a very keen sense of hearing since she immediately turned around. The countess moved away, but the girl caught a glimpse of her black, sexy form in the light. She didn't even seem to understand what she saw at first and opened her mouth to scream for help. Instead, Leo swiftly closed her mouth and gave her a stiff elbow to the chest.
"Come with me, I'll let you relieve that memory you cherish so much!" the countess whispered and dragged the girl to the containers while she was gasping for air in immense pain.
Meanwhile, Officer Angel kept her eyes on the cameras, certain that the night vision mode along Leo's long hair would make her an easy target to spot.
"Everything clear?" David asked, loading his pistol.
"Yes. No sign of our... Hey, wait, what is that?"
The woman pointed at one of the screens. There, behind the corner of a building, something was moving. A leg. It was feminine, slim, and completely bare, including its foot. As if baiting those watching to try and grab it.
"Ha! What a smartass," David chuckled.
"Yes, she must think we'll fall for her bait just like that. Tell Harry to approach that bitch from the opposite side of the building and use his gun. She'll never see it coming," Angel said with a grin.
Meanwhile, Leo stood waiting, surrounded only by the darkness and the seaside breeze. Harry appeared from the nearby corner a minute later. He was younger than most men in Textilians, only in his mid-twenties. The man looked anxious, carefully treading through the containers and leaning against concrete walls before finally jumping Leo from behind and shoving his gun right at her face... Well, at least that's what he thought would happen.
Instead, he saw one of his own allies, a young brunette named Alice. She was completely naked and tied up with the remains of her own dress, with only one leg free enough to wiggle around the nearby corner while she desperately tried to free herself. The girl let out a muffled scream, gagged with her own panties. Harry stood there completely puzzled but finally managed to ungag the girl and turn around as she yelled, "look up!".
The man pointed his gun at the top of the nearby shed but didn't shoot. Leo's knee met his face too fast and hit him so hard that his jaw must've broken at that moment. The painted girl landed right on Harry when he fell and finished his attempts to fight back by landing her magnificent ass on his chest. The Textilian gasped and fainted from his wounds, his pistol now lying on the ground.
"No, no, please, no!" Alice started to beg when she saw Leo pick up the weapon and aim it right at her vulnerable, flat, naked chest.
"Don't worry. I'm not here to commit murder, unlike somebody else!" she said with a confident smirk.
Then, the countess gagged her victim again and fired two shots into the distance. When their sound rang out in the air, she instantly went for the fire exit while Alice kept pleading in a muffled voice.
"Did you hear that?" David asked in the control room. "Harry must've done it, our man!"
However, Officer Angel wasn't so certain.
"I won't believe it until I see it. Wait five minutes, then go check on Harry."
"Why do I always have to do that?" David shook his head.
"Because I'm a higher-ranking officer, dumbass."
"Ok, point taken."
Leo kept leaping forward, stopping in various poses when she was in the view of the cameras. It must've looked very goofy right now; good thing nobody saw her. However, it could change very soon: a middle-aged, mildly obese man was standing on top of the staircase leading to the fire exit. He was clearly in pain, sometimes rubbing his crotch and whining like an injured animal. Angel must've had real problems with staff if she had to collaborate with these men.
"Lala must've put up a fight and hit him when she was restrained," Leo reasoned as she stepped closer.
"W-who is there?" Carlos yelled and started pointing his gun around.
"Just me and you, honey," the countess sang right behind his ear.
When the man turned around, he saw a sight that made him freeze in both shock and awe: Leo, naked and painted from head to toe, was squatting on the staircase's railing like a harpy after a flight with both of her hands groping her large, alluring titties. Carlos realized who he saw a moment after, but it was already too late: Leo spun with the speed of a lightning bolt and kicked him right in the jaw. The next kick went into the solar plexus and slammed him into the fire exit door, which opened and made Carlos fall on the concrete floor.
"Where's my bestie?! Tell me!" Leo yelled, landing her foot on the man's throat and threatening to break his neck with one move.
"She... she... storage room, near the main control panel," he whispered, his voice weak and raspy. "Angel and D-david are... there... protecting... have guns."
"Good boy," Leo said before delivering a swift blow to his head that knocked him out.
Deeper in the storage facility, the remaining four criminals heard a loud thud and realized things were not going according to plan. However, they only saw a glimpse of Leo's naked figure on the security footage, and it didn't seem like her at all. Instead, it looked like a spirit or a shadow wandering on its own, its pitch-black form far from the tan shade of the countess' skin.
"Must be another trick!" Angel scoffed and decided to wait with her shotgun at the ready.
"A shotgun? You sure it's not an overkill?" David raised an eyebrow.
"You haven't seen what she did to my squad, so shut it!"
"Once again, point taken."
However, not all of them agreed with this plan. Joe, the thinnest and meekest man in the group, got the creeps from what was happening around them. To him, Leo wasn't a sexy naked chick anymore. She was a wrathful warrior hungry for revenge. He didn't even want to be here; his wife made him do it so she could have her moment of triumph after running through the streets butt-naked.
Finally, Joe's nerves gave in, and he started running. He was here for the first time, so he didn't quite know where exactly, but his legs carried him forward so fast he barely had time to think. Finally, he turned a corner and felt a chill breeze from the outside caress his face. He opened the next door, eager to see the last corridor before the exit... but didn't.
Instead, what Joe saw was a black, tall figure, covered by the darkness so thoroughly he couldn't even see her face. He raised his gun with trembling hands while the figure slowly took a step forward. She couldn't distinguish her mouth in that whirlwind of darkness but could tell she was grinning at him.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot her!" Omar yelled from behind, making Joe turn around in shock, his gun still pointed forward.
"Boo!" Leo yelled and suddenly grabbed Joe's butt cheeks.
The man lost his mind and screamed in fear, dropping his gun to the floor. Before he could turn around, Leo gave him a knee to the midsection and slammed him into the doorframe. He wailed in pain but somehow got up and managed to run away, tripping over crates on his way and crying for his mom.
"Pathetic. The West has truly fallen," Omar said in a deep voice. "You think you're tough, aren't you? Maybe your little cat scratches work on those soyboys, but a real man will quickly show you your place."
"Oh, I can't wait for it!" Leo said bitterly and stepped back while Omar charged her with the hockey stick in his hands.
"No gun? That's new," she chuckled, dodging the first strike with a graceful jump.
"I have no need for guns, you dumb whore. They'd just make things too easy. I, Omar, will knock sense into you my way!"
Omar was stronger and faster than expected--Leo barely managed to get out of the way when the next strike obliterated the nearby crate.
"Not bad. I'd even consider liking you if you weren't such a dimwitted prude," the countess taunted the man while dodging his hits with style.
This suggestion seemed to anger Omar further, and he lunged forward with doubled ferocity. Leo tried to make him fall, but a mere leg sweep wasn't enough to bring this monster down. She tried again with a kick, but it just made him fall to one knee, and he quickly got up again. They were in a stalemate until a loud cry echoed throughout the facility.
"Lala!" Leo said out loud.
The realization that her bestie was suffering somewhere in the depths of that cold, concrete prison made the countess' blood boil. She lost her cool for a second and was about to hit Omar right in the face, but his hockey stick turned out to be faster and slammed into the girl's side. The hit was so strong Leo got into the air for a second, then fell on the hard floor with her butt up in the air.
"This country will surely be better without the likes of you around!" Omar said as he raised his weapon high above his head.
"I... doubt you'll know that for sure. I... plan to be here for longer than you," she said with a cough.
Omar swung with a deafening cry, but Leo managed to push a crate right in front of herself. The hockey stick dug into the wood with a loud crack. Omar tried pulling it out, but it was stuck. Leo realized it was her chance and leapt upwards, her breasts cheerfully bouncing from side to side. Leo's bare foot landed on the crate while the other prepared to dig into Omar's chest. It hit him like a truck, but he stayed firm. Moreover, he managed to grab Leo's leg and drove her downward, slamming the naked girl's body against the floor.
"Ha!" he laughed and pulled Leo's hair. She didn't even react at first; her mind and vision went too blurry from that ruthless attack.
"Did you truly think some slut could beat an alpha male like me?" Omar laughed at the countess again. "I thought you'd know better than to pick a fight with someone of my physique!"
Suddenly, Omar's voice turned into a squeal, and his hands began to tremble. He let his guard down for just a second, but it was enough for Leo to jump and, as if on a pure instinct, deliver a stiff knee to the man's crotch.
"However tough your physique is, it still has weaknesses," she smiled while Omar collapsed to his knees beside her.
Another spin kick finished the job by knocking about a dozen of Omar's teeth. He fell unconscious, and Leo sighed with relief, seeing it as the criminals losing one of their most efficient weapons. However, she also was damaged from this fight: bruises and cuts covered all of Leo's body, she was probably concussed, but worst of all was her side.
When Omar dropped her to the floor, a piece of wood must've cut it, since now there was a large wound with blood oozing out of it. Leo gasped and covered it with her hand, its black color slowly turning into a shade of maroon. Still, there was no room for hesitation. The countess had to rescue Lala, so she went onwards through the pain and the heaviness that threatened to overtake her more and more with each passing second.
"The thorns hurt... but the stars are watching," she whispered to herself.
This ancient phrase, an official motto of Kir'ador, always found its way to Leo's mind whenever life got hard. Now, on the verge of passing out, Leo felt it was about time. Whatever challenge awaited her in that control room, she'll emerge from it victorious and face the stars of the Many-eyed again, or she won't be a proud daughter of Sanflaria.
Besides, even if she was to faint, there was still one more card up her non-existent sleeve she knew she could count on.
"Greetings, my lady. I'm glad you were able to join us," Officer Angel stood with her shotgun in her hands and a wide grin on her face.
Oddly enough, the first thought that came to Leo's mind was bewilderment that she didn't take off her sunglasses even here. However, she quickly turned her attention to the other side of the room, where she saw two people. One of them was a cop with long, black hair whom she didn't even know. The other, however, was a stunning naked woman with crude ropes binding her entire body like she was a shibari model. Her pink hair was dirty, and her eyes were red from crying.
"Lala..." Leo said with horror.
"Alright, now listen," David started, pointing his pistol at Lala's temple. "This is how it's gonna go. We don't exactly want your people to hunt the two of us for all eternity, so we'll let your friend go as long as you'll do everything we tell you. Understood?"
Lala shook her head violently, but David grabbed her by the hair and started moving it up and down like she was nodding. This kind of mockery made Leo want to throw this piece of shit into the deepest Sanflarian dungeon she could find, and she took a step forward. However, right after that she heard a click of Angel's shotgun.
"Oh, how I waited for this moment," the policewoman said, savoring each letter. "You know, it was just about the money at first. Elizabeth promised us a large sum, and we wouldn't be ourselves if we didn't agree, you know? But now... Oh, no, no, no. You don't humiliate my entire team like that and get away, bitch. Not in the long run."
"So... what the hell do you want from me?" Leo spat out bitterly.
"Shut up! I'm talking!" Angel quickly silenced the countess by striking her in the gut with the gunstock.
Leo clenched at her belly and looked up with a pained gaze. Then, she saw something change in her friend's eyes. Lala, who previously looked like a helpless newbie, furrowed her brow and looked at the crooked cops with righteous wrath. She gritted her teeth while David looked at her in surprise, urging her not to "try anything funny." But it was already too late.
The card was in play.
"My lady! No!" Lala yelled as loud as she could.
Suddenly, there was a loud clanking sound that caught everyone in the room by surprise: Lala just broke her handcuffs's chain through sheer strength and freed her hands while the crooks stared at her in disbelief.
She quickly knocked the gun out of David's hand and hit him so hard he nearly fell. When David turned around to face the bodyguard, she was already removing the ropes from the rest of her body and tearing them apart. The cop didn't even manage to say a word before a flurry of strikes came crashing down on his body. Lala was a raging tempest while David was a fishing boat stranded in the sea--there was absolutely no match between them.
"What the hell?!" Officer Angel shouted in shock.
Leo didn't bother explaining. Instead, she quickly lunged at the policewoman and hit her leg, making her stagger.
"No! Stop!" Angel jumped out of the way and hid behind a container.
Leo heard another click that could've only meant one thing.
"Lala! Look out!" She commanded right before a deafening gunshot echoed through the room.
When Leo raised her head, she thanked Many-eyed for Lala being unharmed. However, she couldn't say the same about David, who now had more holes in his body than she could count. Blood gushes out of all of them.
"Angel... you dumb bitch," he rasped before a stream of red liquid escaped his mouth.
The man was beaten and mangled so much his uniform didn't even look blue anymore. It was a gruesome sight, but alas, the fight wasn't over yet. Lala seemed to understand this without Leo reminding her and charged towards Angel while she was reloading. She shot again, and Leo closed her eyes for a second, fearful of her friend's fate. However, Lala managed to evade the shot, ducking at an incredible speed.
"How?!" Angel yelled in hysteria. "How are you doing this?!"
Lala didn't answer. She silently approached Angel and, even though the policewoman tried defending herself with her weapon, quickly manhandled and threw her on the floor. After the first strike, she grabbed Angel's arm and threw her again, then again, and again. It went on until the only thing Angel could do was wail in pain and keep her hands up, begging for mercy with her sunglasses lying broken beside her. Indeed, they made a huge mistake of underestimating Lala. Even if she was quite timid, her demeanor changed in the blink of an eye if it was a matter of life and death. Especially, the life and death of her bestie.
"I knew... together we'd manage," Leo said and leaned against a nearby container with pained grunting.
"My lady... Leo. You're hurt. Please, don't waste your energy," Lala rushed to the countess's side.
Then, everything turned foggy. Leo didn't mind it since her mission was finally completed. Lala was safe, and the criminals all lay beaten in their own lair. So with heavy pain but a light heart, the countess finally allowed herself to stop fighting and lose consciousness.
You need to log in so that our AI can start recommending suitable works that you will definitely like.
There are no comments yet - be the first to add one!
Add new comment