There are only eight people in the world who know that The Damsel strip club has a hidden second basement. Other than Cherry and her Six Nines, Gillingham, the man who owns the club, is the only other soul aware of the small space. Sometimes however, that number grows, but only briefly.
The small room was burning hot. A dozen
hanging light bulbs and lamps caused every possible space to be lit up. Freddy
Forever hung shackled from an exposed pipe. Blood mixed with saliva drips from
his mouth while blood mixed with sweat and oil covers his face. One eye was swollen
shut. Cherry reared back with a bloody fist and went to work on the other eye.
"P-p-puhleesss," murmured Freddy.
Cherry stopped, it was the first Freddy
had said since his arrival. His lips were a puckered asshole when he arrived
but it looked like he was relaxing a bit.
Cherry briefly left the room and came
back with her six other friends. One of the girls picked up a knife from the
table of instruments and sliced a "C" into the side of Freddy's face. He
screamed a little followed by a whimper. The blood oozed and Freddy's eye
deflated. He blinked half a thousand times until the bright room became
somewhat clear. The girls all stared and waited.
"Alright Freddy, it's confession time.
This is your chance to not end your life like the asshole you've been while you
lived it," announced Cherry.
Freddy tried to speak.
"No, no, no, not just yet. I want to
introduce you to the women who helped bring your reign of terror to an end."
One of the girls stepped forward. She
had short blonde hair that stopped at her jaw line. Her eyes were large and
beautiful but dark, "This is Ellie Grey, my second in command. If I'm otherwise
indisposed she's the one who fucks you up. When I give commands, she acts the
out."
Ellie stepped back and another girl
stepped forward, "Janice Killdragon, tougher than nails, she'll give you a lap
dance that'll set you on fire." The girl had deep, red hair that flowed down
her back. Her skin was milky and smooth, and her eyes were a light hazel. She
stepped back and another girl stepped forward.
"Zelda Zee," said Cherry. The girl had
long curly blonde hair but everything else about her was long and lean. Her breasts
were small and pointed.
"Trixie Revolver," a blonde with a
cowboy hat, chaps, and two revolvers. "Men think their props, they're real. If
you knew a man named Long Barrel Darrel, you'd know these two were destined for
each other."
"Lacey Lu, she is my little half Chinese
half Japanese all American badass. And last but certainly not least is Dame
Leslie, who has two talents. She can make men cum in their pants by whispering
in their ear, and she can...well...you'll see soon enough. Well, that's it for me.
I just wanted you to meet the women who are going to kill you."
Freddy's eyes bugged and he began
shouting and spitting. "I'm sorry. I did it. I'm sorry. I killed those
children. I raped them. I'm sick. I have a sicknesssssss."
Cherry popped him hard in the jaw. "Now,
now, I don't care about any of that. We caught you in the act Freddy. We
already know. My Six Nines will take good care of you. Ladies, skin this
fucker. I have a show to do in five minutes and I look like hell."
"Yes ma'am," said Ellie, "Leslie?"
"Right," said Dame Leslie.
Cherry walked out of the hidden door in
the basement wall, and closed it behind her sealing in Freddy's cries.
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