"I already told you and I'm telling you again, this is a bad idea. Going after Liemanto's new associate. For what possible reason? Because you think she's... shady? Please Calista, don't do this."

It had been several weeks since my last job at the Boyston Club. In the meantime, Liemanto's cartel expanded with new partners. One of them had connections with evil people. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I decided to break into her residence tonight, looking for evidence. Wiecek did his best to talk to me out of it. He didn't know my stubborn side. 

 

 

            "I can feel it. This woman is hiding something. Tonight is my opportunity. Don't worry Wiecek, the burglary will be quick and clean, I'll find some evidence and then bail."

"Calista I'm begging you, stop it. What happens if you get caught or arrested? You think Liemanto will let this go? We'll both have a target on our backs."

"Enough with the theories. Do you really want to work with a guy who's keeping crucial info on his partners from you? I don't."

"And robbing a partner on a 'gut feeling' isn't that a little... far-fetched?"

Our little argument ended. I grabbed my mask, gloves and shoes and headed for the entry door.

 

 

          "Look Wiecek, I told you my story, you know what I went through. That's what I'm afraid of, being associated with slavers. I just need to know."

"I understand Calista, I don't want to lose you. And I will support you, no matter what. Please come back safely."

"Meet me in Goodneighbor in a week. I have an apartment there, on the corner right next to the Memory Den."

"Okay, honey. I'll see you there. I love you."

"I love you too Wiecek."

We kissed before I faded into the night.

 

 

            I put on my balaclava and went to the residence. It was located just below the Boxes district. Nobody around, I climbed the fence to unlock the door. I had one hour left before the end of the partners' meeting at the Red Seat.

 

 

            I discreetly entered, the house had some lights left on. All I had to do was find some tangible evidence. This would allow me to expose the cartel's illegal activities. Otherwise, I would just have to turn a blind eye to their newest expansion.

 

 

          The ground floor consisted of a kitchen, a dining room, a bathroom and a guest room. No proper place to handle business. I went upstairs, hoping to have better luck on the rooms I would search. 

 

 

            I was in the right room! An office with a huge bookcase. One of the drawers was locked, so I took the liberty to break it open. Inside there was an account book of all the transactions signed with the letters Q and I. Weapons, drugs and the part I was dreading, slaves. That's why she had partnered with Liemanto. She would bring in slaves from the south, sell them at a discounted price and the cartel would either take a cut from the sales or directly on the slaves. I was disgusted. I ripped out the page that mentioned the trades with Liemanto. It was time to flee and show this to Wiecek. 

 

 

          Well, fuck me... The upstairs living room light were on and the slaver was standing in her underwear next to the stairs. 

"What a boring night. Good thing the meeting was cut short. I'm going to get a drink, do some stretching and hit the sheets."

I disagreed with her plans. She deserved a little slap on the wrist.

 

 

            I jumped on her, my fist hitting her face. She didn't see me coming, I was in her blind spot. My surprise attack sent her straight to the carpet.

 

 

            I expected more resistance from a veteran slaver. One punch and she was already down? The vilains have lost their edge... I put my foot on her neck, she was still breathing. I had no interest in killing her, but I wasn't against tying her up and humiliating her for a bit.

 

 

            I looked around to see where I could find some bindings to restrain her. The slaver seized that moment when my guard was down to kick me in the belly. Damn, the bitch! She wanted a fight, she was going to get it!

 

 

          Perhaps I had underestimated her. The slaver quickly recovered on her feet. I tried to kick her in the head, she blocked my attack with her arm. She had a clear advantage over me, her body size was well above mine. I had to push on and find an opening.

 

 

          Damn, she knew how to fight. Even my attempt to punch her failed, she blocked it so easily. Maybe I should play dirty, stomp on her toes or something. That might work. 

 

 

            My opponent pivoted her body and extended her left arm to my chest. The blow was so fast and powerful that it sent me to the ground.

 

 

          Once on the ground, she stood over me, blocked my left hand and chocked my neck. I tried to stop her with my right hand, but I was powerless, she was much stronger and had positioned herself perfectly.

"Come on dear, stop struggling, let go."

Those were the last words before I fainted.

 

 

            A few minutes later.

I felt my bare hands and feed bound. My face was no longer masked. I regained my senses but I was in a perilous situation. 

"Wake up, burglar. I'm not done playing with you. Did you really think you could take on Queen Isabel ? Now you'll feel my knife as punishment."

 

 

          "What the fuck? Take that knife away, bitch!"

"I don't think you're in any position to complain."

"Cut me loose, I dare you!"

"Tempting. Need a reminder that you just lost to me? And with all the hassle I went through tying you up... I had to remove your hood, then you gloves and finally your shoes. But I'm curious to know what's underneath that bodysuit. Hold still..."

 

 

          The slaver enjoyed tearing my outfit with her blade. The ropes were so heavy and thick that I couldn't move at all. It was so humiliating...

"You're such a fucking perv!"

"Said the woman who came to rob me. You have a beautiful body and that little tatoo on your tummy... Yum yum. It looks like you're not wearing anything else underneath, do you mind?"

 

 

          She finished tearing off what was left of my catsuit, leaving my breasts and vagina completely exposed. 

"There you go! Oh wow... I'm jealous of your tits. Really, they're perfect. It would be a waste to harm them..."

"Are you done? You can't humiliate me any more than that... What's next?"

"Good question dear girl. But you're starting to piss me off so I'm gonna shush your mouth. Meanwhile, I'll think about what to do with you."

 

 

          She gagged me with duct tape and faced the bed. 

"You're even more sexy this way! Thanks for spicing up my crappy night but I still want to play. And I know exactly what I'm going to do to you."

Her gaze was on my bare feet. It didn't look good to me...

 

 

          She pulled my legs and tickled my feet. I held on for a few moments before I gave in. I couldn't resist her sharp fingernails.

"Those giggles are music to my ears ! You have great feet, of course I take care of them. And those ticklish soles are flawless! You're lucky, I might just keep you here..."

 

 

          Queen Isabel lay down on the bed, right next to my helpless body. 

"Just when I thought I'd found a perfect spot to tickle. It looks like your boob is more sensitive than your feet. I like it!"

If it could keep her off my soles, it was a tiny win.

 

 

          Time passed and I stopped giggling. The truth was that I feared what this abusive woman would do to me. She stood over me, slightly tickling my breasts while admiring them. 

"You are way too valuable to be killed right now. Such a pretty body... I'll have to get back in touch with an old raider friend."

 

 

          Queen Isabel searched in one of her drawers. She pulled out a syringe and injected it into my chest. My eyes closed as the drug kicked in. 

"Sleep well, missy. I'll get you ready for your new life."

 

 

            A day later.

Naked and hogtied, I was transported inside a crate to an unknown destination. My body struggled to wake up from the drug still active in my system. I heard two voices discussing nearby.

"Queen, what should I do with her?"

"Collar her and throw her in with the others. Make sure she's tightly bound. I'll dose her again, she'll be knocked out for one more day."

"Okay. Thanks again for the gift."

"Don't mention it. I've seen her kind before. Lost... Lonely... Nothing to live but the constant misery of meaningless survival. No one will miss her."

 

 

 

END OF ACT 4