Filly Minion

 


Stacy Storm follows the latest rumor... asking about a ninja girl in a straitjacket in the seedy bars along 54th street... not far from where she supposedly killed a mobster last night... nobody says much... until this one nervous guy... after being bought a drink... opens up... "Well there is this wild dance place she hangs out... saw her last night..." Stacy is headed to the Filly Minion Club immediately...

The club a very rough looking place... girls in cages dancing for the patrons... your eyes narrowing as you realize you're one of the few women there not in a cage... the eyes of the men on you... and a couple of hands... they'd definitely have noticed Kei if she did come here...

Stacy Storm is more than a little out of place in her white blouse and tan pencil skirt... but her extraordinary looks are more than enough to get her inside... where she mingles with the leather and latex... doing a double take once as she spots someone in a straitjacket... but it is not Kei and she starts showing her photo around to the help... asking if anyone has seen the girl in it...

The help looking shiftily at you... no help... until one grins... looking you over lasciviously... "Yeah... I think I remember her... talk to the boys in the back room... they'll be able to help..." He chuckles... pointing a thumb at a door marked 'Private'... in a dingy corner of the place...

Stacy Storm feels her P.I. sense tingling... but she decides to check it out... her hand on the derringer in her purse as she opens the door... stepping a nylon-clad leg inside... looking around... "Hello, I was told..."

A big man standing by the door swinging a blackjack down towards the back of your skull... as another two big men look you over... one grinning... "Woody found us a live one... girl like that could be a porn star..." The other man laughs... "She probably will be..."

Stacy Storm lies crumpled on the floor... her purse a few feet away... the little gun in her limp hand... her legs splayed awkwardly... thigh-highs it appears... her chest rising and falling inside a black bra beneath the white blouse...

The men quickly getting rid of the purse... and the gun... one going through it as the other two tear open your blouse... and tear off your skirt... hands roaming as they bind you with your own clothing... "Damn... says here she's a private eye... we're going to have to make her disappear... too bad... I was looking forward to some fresh meat... do we still have that connection in Africa?"

Stacy Storm awakens only minutes later... but already finds herself bound with her stockings... a modified frogtie... wrists to ankles to thighs... the nylon tied tight... gagged by her panties... held in place by her bra... she blinks as the men stuff her in a crate... bare breasts flattening out against the rough wood... a stomping boot pushing her head down... before the top is nailed on...

No escape from the tight nylon as the crate is manhandled out of the back door of the club... and into a truck... the men counting a fat fee for finding such a prize as you're trucked to a cargo ship on the docks... for the long journey across the sea... taking a couple of days... before a truck finally deposits you in a slaver compound in the middle of the desert...

Stacy Storm is blinded by the bright light as the crate is opened... smelling of her own urine as she is dragged out... the bindings cut away in favor of chains... a short chain between her ankles... her wrists cuffed to the back of a collar... a collar through which a chain connecting the collars of some twenty slaves is passed... some topless... some not... all black... except the nude Stacy...

The slavers grunting... big hands reaching to squeeze and heft your breasts... forcing a rough hand between your legs... to thrust a finger into each of your holes in turn... checking your tightness... finally gripping your hair and forcing a twelve-inch dildo as far down your throat is it will go... testing your gag reflex... noting it on a chart... "She'll fetch a good price if the sheik likes her..."

Stacy Storm has never been so rudely treated... feeling ashamed as they set off... marching through the desert... her fair skin soon shiny with sweat... even the black slaves saying she stinks like a camel... as they come to an oasis... the men detaching the long chain holding all the women in line so they can get a drink...

Stacy Storm gets a long drink first... then tries to slip off through the bushes... crawling out on the sand... running with something like a horse's gait... her legs still chained together... hoping miraculously she can escape...

The men noticing her absence almost immediately... one chaining the remaining slaves to a palm tree... the rest taking the jeep... to chase you down... using binoculars to spot you as you run across the sand... bearing down on you... one guard driving... the other gripping a bullwhip... cracking at across your back as you run...

Stacy Storm yelps as she is struck... veering off in a different direction... her ass clenching and rolling side to side as she runs... her amazing tits swinging side to side as they point almost skyward... pulled back by the position of her arms behind her head... squealing as she is again struck by the whip... this time on her ass...

The men in the jeep laughing... continuing to use the whip... running the jeep around you in circles... until you tire... the whip lashing down again and again... striping your back... and front...

Stacy Storm begins to sob and sinks to her knees... realizing her escape attempt has failed... the men are on her... kicking viciously... one blow finally knocking her out... they pick her up by whatever convenient handhold presents itself... hair... holes... hooter... tossing her in the jeep to head back to the oasis...

The men taking you back to the other slaves... deciding that an object lesson to them is worth any loss of value you might have... the men deciding to wake you up by using you as their toilet... three streams of piss splashing over your face until you splutter awake... whereupon the guards take you in front of the others... raping you brutally for almost an hour... using all of your holes... finally chaining your cum-spattered body to the end of the line... the others well rested... and in no mind to try an escape... the line moving at a brisk trot to make up the time... forcing you to run or be dragged...

Stacy Storm can barely stand by the time the men have finished making an example of her... her body marked all over... forced to get to her feet... stumbling blindly after the line... to avoid being dragged... which as she trips does happen for a moment... but somehow she gets her feet under her again... caked with sand... sobbing... as she stumbles after the others...

The march to the sheik's palace taking some hours... the sweaty slaves hosed down at the end... even you... as the sheik marches along the line... inspecting the slaves one by one... passing instructions to his staff... "Her... her... and her... to join the chambermaids... these five for my harem... any of the others with experience cooking can be put to work in the kitchens..." He stops in front of you with a gasp...

Stacy Storm takes shuddering breaths... barely able to stand while examined... not sure what to expect... her amazing athletic body bruised and cut... caked with stinging sand... her hair hanging in her face... her eyes looking up into his... "I'm an American... I was sent here... against my will... let me go..."

The Sheik blinking... "Such spirit... yes, she's perfect..." Running his hands over your body... squeezing... hefting... groping... "It is Sinbad's birthday, after all... he will enjoy her... yes, she'll make a perfect gift for him..." The guards laughing... as if in on some private joke...

Stacy Storm recoils from the squeezing hands... shaking her head... rattling her chains... as she stumbles back... "Sinbad? Like the sailor?" Her voice halting... sensing something wrong with the guards laughter... "I don't understand..."

The Sheik laughs... nodding to the guards... "Have her bathed and perfumed... and then taken to Sinbad's quarters..." He smiles at you as the guards are paid their money... "You have a rare honor awaiting you, my desert flower..."

Stacy Storm doesn't know whether to feel relief or dread... but her treatment over the next hour is certainly a change... and she is feeling much better when she is led to the stables... gasping as she is led to a wooden horse... hearing a stallion pawing at his enclosure... braying excitedly as his flaring nostrils catch wind of her... "Oh no... surely you can't be serious..."

Sinbad led out... a magnificent stallion... with a huge member even for a horse... trotting around behind your oiled body as you are forced down over the horse and chained... your glistening pussy raised up like a target... as the beast snorts... and readies himself...

Stacy Storm sniffles and shakes her head as the sheik arrives... beaming at his favorite stallion... patting the excited beast... "Just for you, Sinbad... is she not perfect... a horsy American slut... show her the power of Arabia..." giving his favorite a smack on the flank... and the horse charging... moving Stacy and the wooden horse to which she is chained several feet as he mounts her... and she wails like an animal...

The massive horse member slamming into you... pounding in again and again as the beast snorts and thrashes... crunching you brutally... the sheik looking on happily... as his retinue film the occasion from various angles... capturing every detail...

Stacy Storm feels hot horse saliva drooling over her back even as she is brutally destroyed... shuddering for several minutes... slumping by the time the powerful rutting beast leaves his present inside her... a burning explosion of his seed... still spraying all over her hindquarters as he withdraws... leaving her broken and dripping... head lolling as limply as her dangling udders...

The Sheik clapping his hands... "Leave her there... he will be in the mood again later today... and tomorrow... and the day after... a horse must rut regularly... perhaps once her mind is gone we will try milking her... then I will have a horse and a cow..." He laughs... his mocking laughter following you into unconsciousness...

******

BlueBelle dons her traditional costume and sets off in search of Stacy Storm... feeling it is a more than a little suspicious when the private eye hired to find one's ward also goes missing... she soon finds herself entering a 24/7 rave club called the Filly Minion... in the seedy part of town... metallic blue leotard shining... pecan-tinted tights shimmering... as she gives the bouncer a look and struts inside...

Your outfit blending in as you look around... people partying the day away... girls dancing in cages for the entertainment of the crowd... as you look around for someone who can answer your questions... and point you in the direction of Stacy or Kei...

BlueBelle makes a show of bumping into a burly biker type dressed in black leather... actually one of the tamer looking people in the place... "Excuse me... so sorry... I was looking to meet a friend of mine... blond with a retro look... you wouldn't have seen her would you?"

The biker scratching his head... "Huh... was she a looker? I remember one girl like that in a couple of days ago... she must've left though... I didn't see her go out, but I know she wasn't having any luck finding who she was after..."

BlueBelle plays along... "Could have been... last night... was she looking for an Asian girl named Kei... Kei couldn't come... but that would mean you saw Stacy... yeah she really makes that retro thing work..." Belle flips back some of her flaming tresses... "I stick with a more modern look..."

The biker grinning... and reaching out a hand to grip your bottom... "You sure do... want to get a drink? Maybe if your friend gets back we could make it a threesome..." He grins lecherously... the staff no longer paying attention to you... figuring you for one of the regulars...

BlueBelle tenses the nylon-clad ass in his hand and smiles... "Sure... I'm Belle... and you are?" rubbing shoulders with the big fellow as his groping hand guides her toward the bar... "I'd like a boilermaker..." she tells the bar tender...

The bartender obligingly fixing the drink... as the big biker's hand grips and squeezes... taking liberties... "I'm Bull... been coming here for a while now... hope you stick around... for some reason the real hot chicks never do stay here long... I guess foxes like you are kinda slumming in a joint like this..."

BlueBelle raises a brow... watching Max's eyes to alert her to the next "hot chick" to come in the club... he thinks she's coming on to him by staring into his eyes... but he doesn't fail her... sure enough the next time he looks away it is at a platinum blond nearly six feet tall... wearing a full-length charcoal bodysuit with brown leather boots and belt... now to see what becomes of her...

You realize you're fairly safe so long as you're with a customer... watching the blonde out of the corner of your eye... as one of the bar staff walks over to tell her something... the bored-looking girl perking up... and heading for a door at the back of the place... walking through it... you wait... for several minutes... no sign of her...

BlueBelle downs the rest of her drink... color rising to her cheeks as she gives the burly biker a kiss... "Thanks, Bull... you've been a big help... but I have personal business to take care of now..." smiling and strutting toward the bathrooms... inside quickly climbing into the vents... and using her infallible sense of direction to go straight to the backroom... peering down...

Your eyes opening wide as you see the statuesque blonde being folded into a crate... stripped naked... the lid nailed down... and a label slapped on it... your heart sinking as you realize that this must have happened to Stacy... and maybe even Kei...

BlueBelle takes the tiny camera from her gadget belt and shoots a picture of the label... before the crate is carried outside... where she can hear an idling motor... waiting to pull away once it has the night's load... Belle moves through the vents and finds her way outside... calling Sara to tell her the plan... before sneaking in the truck... and releasing the blonde so she can hide in that very crate...

The blonde looking shaky... but able to hop out of the truck and run for it when it idles at the lights... keeping out of the line of the driver's sight as you instructed... while you carefully replace the lid... checking food and water provisions in your gadget belt... if you have enough concentrates to see you through the long journey to Africa...

BlueBelle hopes this isn't a mistake... but if there is any chance of finding Kei... not to mention Stacy... it will be worth it... Belle does her best not to get cramped as the time passes and the crate is moved roughly about... on edge... keeping herself ready as she feels the crate finally being unloaded in a hot climate...

The crate moved to another truck... and driven through the desert... as you keep yourself like a coiled spring... waiting... knowing that they'll be expecting someone already bound... finally the truck stops... and you hear voices... "Hey... the lid should be nailed down... they're slipping..." Daylight floods the crate as they lift the lid off...

BlueBelle pops up like a Belle in a box... a bodacious heroine in metallic blue... her brightsword sweeping in a wide arc... set on taser for those it strikes... stepping out of the box... her look menacing to those remaining... "OK, I want to know where those in the last four days shipments have been taken... now!"

Two of the men dropping like stones at the first swipe... the others shocked at this infiltration... going for weapons... four of them... big and muscular... two carrying tasers of their own... the other two going for crowbars... rushing forwards... aiming to knock the sword from your hand...

BlueBelle frowns and concentrates on parrying the tasers... her blue energy beam fortunately having more reach... sparks flying as she knocks the tasers aside and stuns the men wielding them... even as she sidekicks the first man with a crowbar back into the second... flexing leg shimmering as it extends...

The men laying in a heap as you threaten with the beam... growling... but giving you the data you need... deliveries of slaves to various places... both nearby and across the desert... your eyes widen as you note Ms Storm's vital statistics noted down as part of a shipment to some sheik...

BlueBelle sighing in dismay as she doesn't see anyone resembling Kei in the days immediately prior... quickly commandeering a jeep and some supplies... setting off across the sands... to visit this sheik and rescue her friend Stacy... parking the jeep a couple of miles short of her destination... and approaching on foot under the cover of darkness... using night vision goggles from her gadget belt...

The sheik's palace well guarded... although also well served by seemingly dozens of servant girls... very beautiful ones... who bring the guards tea... distracting them at critical moments... that you can use to slip inside... although you'll have to keep alert if you want to avoid so many people...

BlueBelle watches the servant girls for an hour... surprised not to see Stacy among them... and begins wondering if Stacy might be bound somewhere for an attempted escape... the question is where to look for her... Belle has to start somewhere... so she waits for the distraction... shoots a zipline to the top of the wall... and quickly drops inside the compound...

The compound busy... but most of the activity confined to the inside... lights on in a great banquet hall... and lights burning in the stables... some sort of gathering there... the sound of laughter reaching your ears...

BlueBelle nods to herself... if the bulk of the guards are busy gambling or something in the stables it will make exploring the rest of the compound easier... she moves towards the great hall... creeping through the shadows in a crouch... peering inside... moving quickly down a hallway... looking for the quarters of the sheik... or anything that looks like a dungeon...

A set of stairs leading downstairs... into dingy stone surroundings... guarded by two men... a safe bet that the dungeon is here... perhaps Stacy is too... all you need to do is get past the guards...

BlueBelle takes a deep breath... a flash of brightsword later her ankle boots are stepping over the fallen guards as she descends the stairs quickly... footfalls on the spiraling stones echoing lightly... hoping to find Stacy down below...

The dank dungeon silent except for dripping stone... although the equipment within gives you chills... the sheik either a sadist or someone who collects torture instruments... seemingly the latter... as you can't see a single soul... no sign of Stacy or anyone else... or a way out except back the way you came... your blood chilling as you hear shouts... and a dozen footsteps coming down the stairs behind you...

BlueBelle looks about for some place to hide... rather than try to fight her way out of the dungeon... seeing a grate on the floor... using a grapple hook from her belt to pry it up... pulling the grate back in place behind her and dropping into the darkness of running water below... boots landing with a splash... seemingly an underground stream... listening to confusion above as they find no one...

You wade through the sewers of the palace... having drawn a blank in the dungeon... wondering whether to try the sheik's personal quarters... or rinse off first... it wouldn't do to have some alert guard smell something rotten... so to speak... you wrinkle your nose at the stench of what you're wading through...

BlueBelle looks to rinse off her costume... noting the gathering at the stables seems to have broken up... perhaps because guards are looking everywhere for her... she forces a grate in an animal stall... hears a horse snort... immediately calms him... her voice and touch soothing... her years of equestrian competition in pentathlon coming in handy... taking a hose to her leotard... her eyes suddenly widening...

Stacy laying on a wooden horse... blood and horse cum dripping from her sex... freshly fucked... your eyes moving back to the stallion... realizing that the commotion in the stables was Stacy falling prey to the brute... who snorts again... as if wondering if you're going to let him out to do it again...

BlueBelle gulps... "Down big boy... maybe tomorrow..." Belle quickly climbing over the wall of the stall and running to Stacy... tears running down Belle's face as she reaches out to comfort Stacy... who blinks at her almost uncomprehendingly... Belle takes a professional lock pick from her belt and goes quickly to work to free Stacy...

Stacy almost drooling... as you wonder how many times this has happened over the last few days... you may have to carry her... as you hear guards getting closer... coming back towards the stable on their patrol...

BlueBelle activates her beacon and tosses the broken blonde over her shoulder... carrying her toward the back of the stable... attempting to unlatch the door there with one hand... and shoulder the heavy door open...

The latch heavy... the guards noting something wrong... seeing the empty horse... but not seeing you just yet... as you manage to unlatch the door and push it open... running out into the night...

BlueBelle hears the shouts behind her as she heads into the sand... she runs as fast as she can... knowing she can't out run the pursuit as gunshots ring out... but if her plan has been followed... she runs only about 500 yards into desert before a descending shadow scoops up her and Stacy... gunfire pinging off the tru-aluminium hull as they waft silently away...

BlueBelle just shakes her head as Yumi looks at Stacy and spits venomously while fingering the hilt of her weapon... "Drop Molly and I back there... we spay those bastards back!" Molly smiling wanly... "Nice pun, Yumi... but spay is for females..." nods...

(March 2009)