Nora yelped as crop landed on her. She swayed on her legs as she made a few steps back, now looking at Reka with surprise and fear. "Wha-?" She asked uncertainly. "You are sick." Julia interrupted, as she looked up, her hair covering her forehead. "A coward who gets of on beating the weak." She chuckled. "You are wet, aren't you?" She glared at Reka. "What made you that why - did you discover that you liked your dady beating your ass after you were bad?" now it was mockery in her voice.
"Ma'am! Please calm down." The policeman said as he looked at her. "Are you the owner of this club?" He asked as he held her by arms.
Unable to contain her cold rage, Reka silently punches Julia in the gut--hard--in order to shut the officer up. There is no shred of amusement in her voice or on her visage when she steps backwards and commands Nora. "Last chance, bitch. Whip her or suffer." The Hun offers the riding crop to the white-haired woman. Reka's demeanor is assured and domineering, but simultaneously distant and muted as she relives yet another of her father's plethora of beatings--each and every blow feeling as fresh as the day it was inflicted so many years ago.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... It was so horrible..." Karolina presses herself against the officer, hugging him tightly, pretending that she's on the verge of hysterics. "I am - I own the club. I don't know what happened. One moment I was in my office looking at the f-financials, the next there were people s-shooting on the dance f-floor. It looked like some kind of g-gangsters!" In truth, she has no idea who the shooters were, but planting the seed in the minds of the police that this was a gang related shooting should take the attention off of her.
"Gha!" Julia spit, as a fist buried into her stomach. She coughed and breathed heavily. Then, she started chuckling. "Hit a sore point, eh?" Spoiler: Social 63 +20 Nora actually took a step back, her eyes wide, as she was afraid of Reka. But after a moment, something in immortal's demanour compelled her to follow instruction. She grabbed the crop and started raining the whips on Julia - the blond hissed now and then, and Reka could see that she felt the stings of strikes, but it was nothing extraordinary. The lack of experience showed.
"Ma'am, I need you to calm down." He said with authority. He waved his hand. After a moment an armoured policewoma walked up to her. "Ma'am, I need your help. Can you tell me about your club? Do you have some security center with cameras?" She asked - and far away, Karolina could make out a tactics unit preparing to enter.
[I don't think I want to have a flashback here, but I also don't think Reka would snap out of this so quickly and easily.] Still only half-present in the moment, Reka stares at Julia, deadeyed, while Nora finally hits the taunting girl with her weapon. The immortal wants to correct the white-haired officer's technique, to make the crop really hurt, but how can Reka do so when her own martial prowess isn't good enough--could never be good enough? Lost in thought, she stands silently. The sight and sound of the whip on the blond cop's skin seem to have the Hun almost entranced.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry..." She mutters, letting go of the male cop and turning to the woman. Shit, they're going to shoot up my club even more! I'll skin the bastard responsible for this! "There's a security office in the back with access to the camera feeds." Of course, her computer in her office also has access to the cameras, but though she doesn't exactly have a file on her computer exposing her as an immortal, she'd rather not have the police poking around there.
... "Reka?" The immortal almost flinched as Sofia touched her. As she looked around, she realised that Nora finished whipping and was looking at her, curiously. It seemed that Reka got too much into her thoughts.
As she lead the police, the officers seemed to be only interested in finding the bandits. But soon it becomes clear, that the only people present were the guests the wounded and the bodies. The rest seemed to have escaped. So the police started securing the 'place of crime'. Worse, it looked like in next couple of days, Karolina's club will be closed.
Reka's awareness returns to her. Her breathing slows to a steady, normal rate as the fear fades. The anger, however--the anger always remains. Recognizing Sofia and the officers, the Hun buries her feelings, limiting her expression to a scowl. "Ask about it later." She whispers to the other biker before turning her attention to the captives. "It's obvious you haven't done it before, Nora..." The tanned immortal inspects the marks left on Julia's body. "...but you did alright." Reka takes the riding crop back from the white-haired girl. "Let me show you how it's done. Ha!" She vents her frustration on the bound blond, freed breasts swaying as she strikes the cop's back again and again. After twenty lashes, she stops to check the damage.
Crack! "Ah!" Julia exclaimed as whip landed on her tits, leaving a red mark. Crack! "Uh!" She groaned as Reka struck her back. Crack! "Ah~" the red mark was left on her stomatch. Crack! "Oh!" She arched as the whip struck her ass. Crack! Crack! Crack! Reka struck again and again and again, her anger, her fury - washing away in the flurry of strikes and screams of her captive. Her body slowly relaxed and her mind cleared. Finally, she paused, as Julia hanged limply from her bondage. Her body was covered with whip marks, her sex juices flowing down her thighs and stockings. A low moans escaped her, whimpers, as her sweaty body cooled down.
Reka hands the riding cop off to Sofia. "Why don't you go pick out what you want to use next?" Demeanor returned to normal, the immortal's voice regains it's color. She takes Nora by the hand, leading the woman to her abused fellow officer. The soldier places the white-haired cop's hand onto the angry bruises borne by Julia's breasts. "Feel how much more defined the marks my lashes gave her are? That's what your goal should be. Mostly, you just need to use more force and fix your posture, understand?" Reka's hand drops from Nora's. "Now, I want you to kiss those marks. Start with her stomach. Help the poor slave feel a little better, Nora."
Karolina contains the pure fury she feels at the disruption of her business activities, pretending to still be dazed and traumatized, as she answers questions and tries to plant the idea in the police's heads that this was a gang shootout that had nothing to do with her. "If you learn anything about the people who did it..." She says when she has a moment alone with the male officer. "Could I please be informed? The thought of not knowing is terrifying."
Spoiler: Social 84+20 - 100 crit. success Nora almost eagerly obeyed the command. Was it fear or Reka's persuation, the immortal was not sure. But it seemed that with time, she would be able to train the woman to be... compliant. Maybe, even loyal. A pet to keep her entertained for next few decades. "How about those?" She turned to see Sofia with a strap on in one hand.... and a taser in another.
Spoiler: social 74+20 - 94 The man hesitated a little, but one look from Karolina, and he easily agreed to her request. It was almost funny, as the man all but melted in her hands. After some time, the police finished it's procedures and left, leaving Karolina alone... with an empty club, marked by bullets and blood stains. It was clear that it would take at least a couple of days before the place was to run again.
"Fine by me!" Reka shouts back to Sofia. "And bring a gag too!" The blond turns her attention back to the policewomen to see Nora latched onto the other slave's teat. Smiling at her captive's lack of hesitation, Reka grabs the obedient officer by the hair. "Good girl~" The Hun pulls Nora away from Julia's enormous tit, guiding her head downwards. "Kiss her cunt. Lick as much as you want, but don't let her cum, understand? I promise, you'll be rewarded." Reka amuses herself with Julia's breasts--groping and sucking them--while waiting for Sofia to return.
Nora nodded and started kissing the breasts, electing moans of Julia. Then she knelt and her head disappeared between blond's thighs. "Ah~" Julia moaned as her body twiched, she arched and threw her head back. She kept moaning as her breasts bounced, waves of pleasure wahed over her. Sofia walked up to the duo. She smiled wickedly as she heard Reka's instructions to Nora. As Julia was moaning, trashing with pleasure, Nora seemed to only lightly lick the woman, bringing her nowhere near the peak of pleasure.
Reka, leaving Julia's breasts unattended, takes the gag Sofia had retrieved--a simple, red ball gag--and affixes it within the bound slave's mouth, the black strap cinched tightly around the prisoner's head. "Babe," She addresses the other biker, smiling wide. "Nora's doing such a good job that I don't want to interrupt her. Do you mind taking the disobedient one's ass for now? Feel free to shock her as much as you want." No matter Sofia's response, Reka strolls to the stockpile of toys. She collects an array of things--a pair of blindfolds, tape, bullet vibrators, a few different dildos, a couple butt plugs, and some clothespins--before returning. Assessing Julia as an artist would a canvas, the Hun attaches a wooden clothespin to both of the writhing girl's nipples. The painful pinches cause the officer to jolt and stiffen. The cruel immortal proceeds to tape a bullet vibe to each teat as well, the stark contrast confusing Julia's senses. While her victim moans into the gag, Reka wraps the black blindfold around the blond's eyes, forcing the woman's body to emphasize its feelings of pain and pleasure in the face of the lack of vision. The tan warrior kneels beside Nora. The officer diligently teases her former partner's pussy while Reka whispers, breath hot in her ear. "You're being such a good girl~ I think its time for you to get some pleasure too." Softly sliding a hand down the white-haired woman's spine, Reka kneels behind her. The immortal takes an asscheek in each hand, spreading them apart, before lowering her mouth to Nora's back door. The Hun's tongue eases it's way into the hole, gently yet persistently preparing the tight passage for later.
Sofia chuckled and easily agreed to Reka's request. She stud behind Julia, and without ay hesitation rammed the strap-on into woman's ass. The blond screamed and arched, her breasts bouncing as Sofia started fucking her. At first, she was visibly uncomfortable, in pain... but soon, she started enjoying ass fucking... then Sofia raised taser... but stoppe.d The fellow biker had other ideas. She stimulated the blond, as she fucked her... slowly, gently almost, She gropped her teased her... until finally, the woman climaxed. Sofia smiled, almost cruelly. "Well, well... and here you were about to be rewarded~ weren't you supposed to make sure not to make Julia orgasm?" Sofia chuckled as she looked at Nora cruelly. It seemed that she would not let go of being shoot that easily... "I guess... that means a punishment for you~" her voice was almost joyus.
