The SUV stopped at the railway tracks, dark and desolate. And dangerous.
The driver was the first one out, then Lady, and then the man with the baseball cap climbed out. “Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand.
Lady hesitated before she took his hand. He escorted her around to the hood of the vehicle and pushed her against it with her back to the grill. She hadn’t seen the others come out of the car, but now they were at her sides, holding her still. She tried not to panic.
The driver and the capped man both laughed while removing their pants. The driver pulled a condom from his jacket pocket, while the other one touched himself, preparing to go.
Lady didn’t struggle. She had to remain calm. “So, about that orgy. If you guys go easy on me, I’ll give you a discount.”
They all laughed at her then, snorting and cheering. The driver stepped forward. “We don’t pay, baby face. See, you’re just a fucking whore, and you’ll do your job. Us? We don’t have to pay. We’re doing you an honor.”
They intend to rape me?
Lady wouldn’t take it. She struggled, the men moving toward her, half-naked and dangerously horny. They were like a pack of animals, the stench of alcohol and body odor rancid.
“Hold her.”
Their grips tightened as the driver moved in first. Lady could feel his parts touch her leg, and one of their hands was slipping under her skirt. If they went any farther, they’d find what she’d been trying to hide.
“Wait,” she whispered, desperate for some kind of distraction from the horrific act of abuse. “I can use my mouth, too. All of you can have my mouth.”
They paused, looking at each other. The capped man started to protest—wanting most of her to himself—but the two holding her down made their intentions heard.
“You can still have what you want, man, but if we can get blown we will.”
The capped man snarled before stepping back. “Make it quick. And don’t blame me if she bites your dick off.”
The two men holding her let go and dropped their pants in a hurry. Lady began her show by biting a nail and slipping her finger down her front with a teasing smile. The men were growing already as they watched her inch toward them, her hand going down, down, and underneath her skirt.
Acting fast and feeling lucky, Lady wrapped her hands around the Colt .25 she’d stowed in her panties before heading into the city. It was lucky she’d had murderous intentions, and now the perfect victims were caught literally with their pants down.
“What the fuck?” the driver yelled, tripping back and landing in the dirt.
Lady had the drop on them. She shot the first man in the eye, shocking all those around her. The other two— the driver and the one who’d grabbed her arm—each took a bullet to the knee, falling and clutching their legs with wild screams.
Only the one with the cap remained.
He held up his hands, tears forming in his eyes. “Please. I was going to pay you. I-I was. I swear. Here, my wallet’s in my pants. Just let me get—” He made a sudden move for it as she squeezed the trigger. A puff of dust exploded at his feet.
“You do not get to do what you want to women,” Lady snarled, grinding her teeth. “That embarrassing little dick of yours will never go near another woman again. You hear me?”
His lips quivering, he bobbed his head in short sharp nods.
Lady wanted to shoot him, and was going to until she heard the electric hiss from the nearby railway track. It gave her ideas she could never have dreamed of. She coiled her finger around the trigger and shot a bullet into his leg, making him squeal in agony.
“What the… Please…” He was sobbing now.
Pitiful.
Lady marched forward, flipped off his baseball cap, and dragged him by his thick wavy hair. They were going to the track, and he was totally powerless. “You strike me as the kind of daddy’s boy who’s never had to deal with consequences. Am I right?”
The man only managed a whimper.
“Of course I’m right. You’ve never had to work. You’ve never been humiliated. You do what you want, when you want, right?”
The train was in sight, its whistle howling through the night. The hissing sound sizzled off the tracks, announcing its imminent arrival.
“You’ve never felt pain!” Lady screamed over the deafening noise of the train, its lights illuminating her demonic, furious face. “Until now!”
With all her strength, she threw him backward onto the track. At first came a high-pitched screaming sound as the electricity tore through his body. A split second later, the train impacted with his torso. His blood spattered all over her as his body was carried away in what could only be described as a buffet of meaty chunks beneath the speeding train.
Lady could feel electricity of her own—raw, excitable adrenaline. She licked the dripping blood from her face and cackled, shaking like a leaf in a wild storm. Yes, she thought, laughing. Yes, yes, yes!