Don't Take Rides From Strangers

 

KunoichiKei walks along the desolate road... her first day back... a field trip to a historic battle site... pretty cool until she missed the bus... the professor apparently having forgotten Kei was back... so now she is walking a back road home... as threatening clouds roll overhead...

The clouds getting thicker... and the atmosphere getting damper... a storm threatening... as you wander the back roads towards the city... wondering if you can maybe hitch a lift... although Belle always says this area is filled with dangerous types... rough hillbillies and bike gangs...

KunoichiKei hasn't seen a vehicle for twenty minutes... but finally hears one approaching from behind... she turns to stick out her thumb and show some leg like the girls in the movies always do... lifting her lavender skirt along a thigh... just short of showing panty...

The vehicle is a Hummer... a military vehicle of some kind... surely some soldiers will see you home safely... your eyes widening as you see the figure slumped in the passenger seat... a dead general... his throat cut... a maniac in the driver's seat... twitching... seemingly on something... or just crazy... "Hop in, sweet thing... plenty of room..."

KunoichiKei gasps at the bloody sight of the general... as gruesome as any of the descriptions of the battlefield her teacher lectured about... shaking her head as she backs away from the Hummer... the first few drops of rain falling... "Er... that's ok... the walk would prolly be good for me..."

The killer chuckling... "Don't mind him... he was the one who shot me up with that special super-soldier formula... only I faked my medical to get into the program... apparently the stuff does strange things to people with the wrong blood type... but I feel fine..." He grins... taking a knife from the glove box... "Want to see how good I feel?"

KunoichiKei slips one arm out of her backpack just in case... continuing to shake her head and back away all the time... wondering what else this special formula might do to people... like with the wrong psyche type... "That's ok... I'm good..."

The man scowling... then leaping out of the Hummer... showing off some incredible acrobatic talent... landing on his feet close to you... the knife in hand... snarling... "I'm better..." Reaching out for you...

KunoichiKei has already turned on a heel as the man leaped at her... running into the woods like a sprinter... short lavender skirt flapping up and down as her arms and legs pump... a glimpse of pink panty with every stride... illuminated by a flash of lightning just before she enters the woods... and the heavy rain begins to fall...

The rain coming down in buckets now... as you run through the muddy woods... the Maniac seemingly able to keep on your tail... as fast as you... if not faster... darting between the trees as thunder crashes overhead... swiping the knife down and catching your skirt...

KunoichiKei squeals as her skirt comes off with a clap of thunder... her crosstrainers sloshing through the mud... only able to stay ahead of her attacker by weaving in and out of the tall trees... as the drenching rain soaks her blouse through... plastering it to her athletic body... she grabs a limb above her head and does a giant swing around it... hoping to come around and hit her attacker in the back...

The plan working... as your crosstrainers slam into the maniac's back... sending him sprawling forward... to splash into the mud... giving you a second to race off in a different direction... and maybe lose him...

KunoichiKei does exactly that... racing back towards the vehicle... hoping to outrun him... and make her escape... splashing through the mud... hearing the idling motor of the Hummer and thinking her plan has worked... as she comes to the edge of the woods...

The rain slashing down... pooling and pouring... as your crosstrainer sinks into a puddle of mud with an ominous slurp... the other following... the mud flats having become very treacherous in the rain... and your weight sinking you into them...

KunoichiKei sprawls forward with a splat on her front... desperately reaching but grasping nothing solid as the mud sucks her down... flinging her pack around... hooking a stump in the road right-of-way... straining and pulling herself out of the mud... which now practically covers her from head to toe...

The Hummer ahead... as you finally drag yourself from the mud... having lost precious seconds to the clinging, sticky embrace... looking behind you to see the madman charging out of the woods... knife in hand... vaulting over the mud pool...

KunoichiKei swings her pack at the knife hand and sidesloshes... racing toward the military vehicle... cartwheeling into a vault over the hood... muddy hem of her blouse flapping in the pouring rain... which washes some of the mud from her inverted legs as she flips over... and leaps for the driver's seat...

The knife slashing open the backhand... as the madman leaps... aiming for the driver's side himself... eyes rolling insanely as he tried to fight his way to the wheel... and grab hold of you...

KunoichiKei eeps and struggles with the crazy man... trying to get him to reach through the steering wheel to grab at her... then cranking the wheel hard... in an effort to break his arm... and make him drop the knife...

The wheel turning... and the man's arm wrenched... the knife dropping down onto the floor of the jeep... but not breaking... as he grabs for your blouse with the other hand... yanking at it...

KunoichiKei squeals as her wet blouse comes off in a spray... then screams as a cold arm reaches around her shoulder... and cold fingers reach down as if trying to free her left breast from the pink bra... shoving the slumping body of the dead general out of the passenger side in disgust... then scrambling across the seat after... deciding to flee once more...

The maniac moving quickly... reaching out to grab hold of an ankle and haul you back... aiming a brutal blow at your chin... sniggering... his eyes darting to and fro as he attempts to stop you making a break for it...

KunoichiKei eeps as her ankle is caught in a powerful grip... thrashing about wildly as she is dragged back... her head snapping back from the punch... her struggling athletic body falling limp... her left breast out of its cup... bra and panties alike soaked through... hair matted to her face and mud to her flesh... the laces of the crosstrainers at the man's fingertips providing perfect bindings...

The man chuckling... dragging you around to the front of the idling jeep... and beginning to bind you to the bumper... working quickly... so as to lash you in place with the laces of your trainers before you come round...

KunoichiKei is brought around quickly by the pouring rain... blinking her eyes and straining against her bindings... gurking as the lace around her throat nearly strangles her... it also catching her wrists behind her neck... where it is tied off the bumper... her ankles bound top and bottom of the bumper... leaving her facing forward... horizontal... in front of the bumper... "Nngh..."

The maniac grinning... admiring his handiwork... then getting behind the wheel... gunning the engine... and racing forward... steering wildly in the pouring rain... as he heads towards a series of steep curves ahead... your predicament giving you a perfect view of the dangerous high-speed driving...

KunoichiKei cringes... her eyes wide as the madman skids and nearly crashes into an oncoming car... veering just in time to keep Kei from becoming flat Kei... the swerve unfortunately heading him for the ditch... the ride very rough as the front goes down... into the mud... and back up again... the girl bound to the bumper now covered in mud from head to toe... sputtering as the Hummer pulls into a little gas station...

The lunatic going to get gas... as you writhe... camouflaged from view by the mud and the shadows... as the only other customer... a big biker with a “Bullshit’ tattoo on his shoulder... roars off on his huge hog... the attendant behind soundproofed glass... leaving you to wonder if the maniac will pay for his gas or just drive away and possibly alert the cops to your predicament...

KunoichiKei struggles frantically... but the laces are unbreakable... as tough as she asked Sara to make them... moving her ankles back and forth along the bumper... trying to saw that lace against the sharp back edge of the bumper... her yells for help seemingly drown out by the thunderstorm...

The maniac just laughing when the cashier asks him to pay for the gas... heading back to the jeep as the man calls the cops... your blood chilling... the maniac seeming to relish the thought of a high-speed chase as he guns the jeep into the night... sirens wailing in the distance...

KunoichiKei tries not to panic... but her heart is racing as fast as the Hummer... sirens close in and she continues to try to saw her feet free... finally the lace pops... her legs flailing as the vehicle careens all over the road... she tries to bend at the waist and reach past her head... but the wild driving makes it impossible... her toes cling to the grill... inadvertantly hitting the hood release... popping the hood up...

The jeep swerving wildly as the hood blocks the driver's view... screeching across wet tarmac... the back end of the vehicle smashing into a tree... giving you a nasty jolt... and sending the maniac flying into the road...

KunoichiKei dangles there still bound to the front bumper as the police close... realizing to her dismay that both of her headlights are on... the cold rain making now exposed nipples almost painfully taut... blind as figures approach through the bright light of the vehicle lights and sheets of rain...

The police tasering the dangerous man... then turning to you... bundling you into the back of a police car and wrapping and blanket around you... as you envision the hell you'll catch from Belle for trying to hitchhike home...

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One night later KunoichiKei heads home from the library after staying late to work on a paper. She carries a backpack slung over one shoulder of her school uniform of white blouse and lavender skirt.

Maxwell`Carpenter watches her walk, smirking, knowing her to be Belle's intern and protege from the files he's read on the Dolls. He takes a puff off of his cigar, and steps into the light, in front of her. “Ello, Doll.”

KunoichiKei blinks at the cigar puffing man, not letting on that she knows that he recently attacked Chicky. "Hiya Mister... what's up?"

“Not much, just out fer a stroll.” Maxwell`Carpenter he looks the girl up and down, subtly, but lewdly, smirking to himself as he takes another puff of the cigar. Wearing a black pinstripe suit, his wingtip shoes and fedora "It's a lil dangerous ta be walkin this part of town by yerself. I got a car nearby...can give ya a ride somewhere?"

KunoichiKei nods and raises a brow. "Well it's getting late and I'm on my way home... but I don't take rides from strangers since... " She leaves the sentence unfinished as she sidesteps in her crosstrainers to go around him. "Tanks anyway, but the walk will be good for me..."

Maxwell`Carpenter chuckles and sidesteps with her, staying in her way, his eyes taking a bit of a darker tone to them, as if projecting his intent "I insist Doll, I'm a friend of Ms. Whipples. How's she doin by the way?”

KunoichiKei narrows her eyes and purse her lips. "She's fine as far as I know... are you one of those sleazy movie types she's told me about?" Kei taking a step back. "I'm not going with you... are you going to get out of my way... or is this going to get ugly?"

“Nah, last I saw her I just strung her up outside DDSTV, naked with a note ta Belle.” Maxwell`Carpenter smirks, still standing casually in front of her, hands in his pockets, waiting for her first move.

KunoichiKei aims a sidekick at his midsection as she digs in her backpack. “Ugly it is!”

Maxwell`Carpenter, prepared as he seems, didn't seem ready for that kick, sending him back as it lands on target to his midsection, a "whoof" of air expelling from his lungs. “Ughhh...Not bad, Doll...not many can take me by surprise...”

KunoichiKei is already on her cell... "Hiya Sara... Kei... hai... under attack from a stalker... 42nd and Messick..." She drops the iCee back into the pack and pulls out her yoyo... taking a ready stance... "I don't know who you are... or what you did to Chicky... but back off!"

Maxwell`Carpenter smirks as she called for help, letting her. He wants the Dolls to know he's hunting them he looks at the yoyo, smirking darkly. “Gonna beat me up with a toy? Pathetic.”

KunoichiKei flicks her wrist and snaps the weapon outward with unexpected speed and force, a blow likely to break his nose. “Hai!”

Maxwell`Carpenter dodges, though not quite fast enough, the yoyo thwacking against his shoulder, the sound of a bone breaking easily heard in the night. He grunts, spinning back to his feet and growls. “Lucky shot...”

“I tink lucky dodge!” Kunoichi Kei is still moving the whole time, catching the yoyo as it returns to her hand and whipping it back out at the overhanging streetlamp, swinging away like spidergirl, flicking paperclips from her backpack at him like dangerous shurikens.

Maxwell`Carpenter bites his lip as one paperclip gets through his defenses, burying itself in his right arm as he chases after her, leaping up, finesse was never his style, but he attempts a kick to her back.

KunoichiKei 's eyes widen in surprise as the man not only gets through her fusillade of paperclips, but proves much more spry and nimble than she expected from a guy in a zootsuit. She yanks on her line and swings around, his kicking wingtip catching only the flap of her lavender skirt, tearing it from her hips, revealing pink panties a size too small beneath. “Eek!”

Maxwell`Carpenter growls as he lands, but smirks at the reveal of pink panties, and perhaps an outline of what lies beneath. He leaps up again, this time grabbing for the girl’s legs, to bring her back down to the ground.

KunoichiKei is already running away down the sidewalk after swinging away, her volleyball-sized glutes seeming to eat the seat of her panties as they flex to drive the powerful thighs of her sprinting legs.

Maxwell`Carpenter eats asphalt after his failed leap, growling animalistically as he picks himself up, cursing at the tears and blood and dirt on his otherwise immaculately clean suit. He gives chase, tapping into his superhuman speed to catch up with, and attempt another shoulder tackle into her back.

KunoichiKei looks back, surprised to see the man about to tackle her. She swings her pack at him, trying to knock him aside even as she stumbles into the facade of the building. “What are you? No man can run that fast!”

Maxwell`Carpenter takes the pack to the face, stumbling aside but still reaching out, to grab at the fleeing girls shirt, or arm, whichever he can get a grip on. He grins at her, barely breathing hard from his sprint. “Ya really don't wanna know, Doll. How about ya give up, I got plans fer ya!”

KunoichiKei squeals as his reaching hand catches the flap of her blouse, buttons flying as he yanks it off her busty athletic frame, the revealed bra apparently part of a set with the pink panties, though it is seemingly two-sizes too small. “You sex fiend!”

“Ya should really wear clothes that fit, Doll, though I'm not complainin. It's a nice sight!” Maxwell`Carpenter chuckles, dropping the shirt to the ground and stalking forward, licking his lips as his intent is again projected in his eyes. “I'm gonna make an example of all you Dolls...It's nothin personal, just business.”

KunoichiKei can't help but wonder if he recognizes the undergarments as Chicky's. She whips her yoyo out like a zipline, her intent to make it whip around and around his body, pinning his arms to his sides. She turns and runs three steps up the facade of the building, hooking the loop over the marquee before flipping back to the sidewalk.

Maxwell`Carpenter reaches up, again displaying that inhuman speed and catches the yoyo this time, and gives it a pretty hard tug. “Ya know, now that I think about it...yer undergarments look real familiar...”

KunoichiKei dives aside as he yanks on the yoyo cord and pulls the marquee down where he stands, sparks showering everywhere as the lighted sign crashes down. “That's for Chicky!”

Maxwell`Carpenter growls, buried under the marquee momentarily, pain shooting through his body. He draws strength from his anchors, the small silver hammer buried deep somewhere safe, and the dangerous straight razor in his pocket, starting to rip the marquee apart, to free himself from under it. “Ok, now yer just pissin me off!”

“Good golly Miss Molly!” KunoichiKei gasps and runs for her life as he begins to rise up out of the debris of the marquee, hopping on the back bumper of a passing truck, gulping as she looks back.

Maxwell`Carpenter growls and pulls himself out of the debris, looking like a bit of a wreck probably. His suit is torn and tattered, covered in dust. Small scratches on his face, and a feral, darker look to his eyes. He just watches the girl go for now. There'll be other times to catch her. Besides, he's made himself even more known now. It's only a matter of time.

(March 2009)