"Should have thrown the bitches into trunk." Sofia grumbled. Reka soon returned with their loot, she found Sofia already sitting on the passanger's seat and clumsily trying to apply a first aid. She could spend some time and risk being around and help the biker, or she could prioritize getting away first.
"Hah! You-ah think -ih!" Helen hissed, in a surprisingly hot way, when a hand slapped her ass. Slap! "Conquerors take their prize~" Nobunaga chuckled. "Karolina, might you show the old woman where her tongue should be moving as you shut her up?" the man suggested.
[Kind of a heavy memory, but I've had this sort of abusive background in mind for her from the beginning. If anyone--I mean anyone--isn't comfortable with it, message me and I'll delete it.] Reka throws her bag into the trunk, slams it shut, and clambers into the driver's seat. She gets a good look at Sofia's injury while the brunette struggles to dress it. ---------- "Being a warrior means serving your cur and clan above all else, child!" The harsh voice of Reka's father shouts in her mind. Blood seeps from the long cut across her left eye made by the man's knife. "Let this teach you. Follow. My. Commands!" Reka wants nothing more than to turn her father's blade back on him, but the pain, the fear, and the knowledge that she isn't strong enough to do so are enough to prevent her from trying. All she can is clench her fists and curse her own weakness as tears join the crimson streaming down her face. ---------- Snapping out of the memory, Reka wraps a bandage around Sofia's wound, not having the time to do much more. The angry scar over her eye itches like mad, but she can't afford to show weakness. Not while I'm in command. Reka starts the car's engine and races away without a destination in mind, the act of driving bringing a modicum of relief from her anguish.
Soon, Sofia relaxed, as fresh dressing covered her wound. She nodded her head greatfully, then sunk in her seat. It looked like she would be out of commission for some time. From the distance, Reka heard sirens approaching.
Not now! Still rattled, Reka recklessly tears through the city streets, turning often to try evading her pursuers. She glances at the rear view mirror intermittently, keeping an eye on the two captives in the back as she drives.
After what felt an eternity, but was in reality just one hour, Reka was sure there was no pursuit, as she drove through the forest in the darkness. She left a city half an hour ago, and was now on empty road - only from time to time a car passed them.
Her mind finally at ease, at least for now, Reka pulls over onto the road's shoulder. She digs through the first aid again, withdrawing some antiseptic, gauze, and a replacement bandage. She unwinds the blood-soaked dressing currently around Sofia's shoulder and closely inspects the wound, praying to Tengri that the bullet isn't lodged in her arm.
As she looked it through, Reka realised that the bullet went through. She quickly dressed the wound with fresh bandages - and it looked that Sofia would be fine. "You seemed to be experienced with this..." She said tiredly her voice muffled as her mask still covering her face. "Let me rest a little and I will be as good as new!" She chuckled.
"A wonderful idea, my love." Karolina laughs, before raising herself up, straddling Helen, before lowering herself down so that her womanhood presses against the Mycenean beauty's face.
Soon, Karolina felt a skilled tongue of her mentor.... But unlike usual, this time Helen seemed to be unable to concentrate and make Karolina coil with pleasure. Each thrust of Nobunaga, seemed to distract her. Yet, her tongue was still great~
"I've had to treat these before," Reka says, grimly. "We're lucky; you shouldn't need a surgeon since the bullet went straight through and you're not spraying blood all over." She sighs, also fatigued, though she's more mentally exhausted than she is physically. "Do you know anywhere we can keep our spoils and rest? An abandoned building or something? We can't use the hotel since they won't want to be tied to this." She pulls the stockings off of her face and the mask off of Sofia's.
"There is an old abandomed factory a few miles from here. Not nice building, but it should do as a place of rest." Sofia said as she took of the mask to breath easier.
"It will work." Reka puts the police car back into gear, steering it off the shoulder and onto the road proper. "Tell me how to get there." She drives carefully now that the panic has faded as she follows Sofia's directions.
After about an hour, Reka finally arrived at the abandoned complex. She drove the car into an empty warehouse. "And... huh." Sofia sighted. "If you don't mind, I will catch some sleep." She leaned back in her seat.
Reka turns off the engine, shoving the key into her pocket. "Go ahead. I'll keep an eye on our guests." She climbs out of the car and walks to the trunk, taking in the dilapidated, decaying building. This is a real shithole. At least it's better than having to sleep on horseback. She lifts open the lid and looks over the jewelry Sofia and her got away with, estimating the haul's value. She looks at Sofia's reflection in the car's side mirror. I hope she knows someone who'll buy all this. Reka closes the trunk and searches the littered factory floor for rope, chain, or another way to tie the pair of prisoners in the car's back seats to a pillar.
As she opened the bags and started checking the valuables - it came quite difficult with a stocking on her head. But, after finding a few fakes along the loot, she decided that it was worth around ten...nish thousands of dollars. As she walked around she easily found chains... more then she could actually use. There were remnants of ropes, but the material seemed to have decayed quite much.
[I thought she pulled the stockings off earlier, but it's no big deal.] It's not a bad haul, considering out time inside was cut short. Reka pulls hard on the nearest metal chain, testing it's strength. Satisfied it will hold, she drags it to a pillar next to the police car. She does the same with a second chain, taking this one to a different pillar. She leaves the cops in the car for now, not wanting to move them alone since it would risk one of them escaping. To pass some time, Reka searches the building, looking for a way onto the catwalks above the factory floor or an office which overlooks the rest of the structure.
Karolina chuckles, riding Helen's face with gusto. "Mmmmh... You're not keeping up, old woman. I guess Nobu was right - he's stronger than you..."
It took some time and a little of gymnastics, but eventually, Reka did find a way up to the office on the high floor overlooking the factory. It was as empty as the rest of the factory. There were no chairs, desks or even shelves... it was just empty.
Helen grunted - Karolina could feel her tongue working, even if she seemed somewhat annoyed. She moved her hands up - only for them to be fought by Nobunaga. "Ah-ah, my dear." He tutted. "No using hands... for you~" He looked at Karolina. "For us... well, it's a different matter."
