The Hunt for Callisto

[franklincastle]

"Here's your target, gentlemen." The man in the suit said as he passed out folders bearing Callisto's picture and what little the man could find out about her. The recipiants of said folders were a motley looking bunch...obviously mercanaries, not part of any army or official group.

Stan grunted as he flipped through the folder. At 5'2" and 120 pounds, he didn't look like much, but he was an expert in martail arts and could probably take down everyone in the room. "I ain't impressed." he replied. "But if you want her...you got her. Though if she don't cooperate, no telling what kind of shape she'll be in."

The man in the suit shrugged. "Don't really matter. Long as she's off the streets and out of my hair, consider your contract fulfilled."

The men all grinned as they made their way to the van outside and drove to the address given in the folder as Callisto's latest hideout. The men had all worked together before and knew what to do. Two men entered through the back of the building, two through the front, and two through the basement, to cut off any escape. Then they began slowly searching the building, going room to room, searching for their target.

 

[BadForm]

Davey Stringer signalled his partner to head toward the study as he stepped silently into the kitchen. They called him "String", not just because of his last name but also his favourite method of torture - stringing a victim up by various parts of their bodies. That was especially fun when they were too heavy for that part of their body to hold and they ended up tearing off their own flesh. He'd gotten in trouble more than once with Stan over that, but there was always a tell in Stan's voice when prey was... disposable. He never did it when there was a reason to keep the prey healthy.

He cocked an ear at the sound of footsteps on a staircase to his right and ducked into deeper shadows. The footsteps were small though and he recognized them as those of a toy dog. When it entered the hall near the kitchen the animal began to growl softly. It hadn't seen the intruders, but it had smelt them. Davey moved fast. He pulled out a sealed plastic bag and opened it. Inside were several small chunks of steak. The dog caught the new smell and trotted into the kitchen eagerly.

"Here you go boy," whispered Davey, bending down to offer the steak to the dog. From its reaction he had made an instant friend. As the dog finished nibbling steak from his hand he patted its head softly. "Now, where's your mistress? Where's Callisto? Find Callisto."

Even if it was a nickname the dog had probably heard it. Panting in excitement, the dog looked towards the stairs and started towards them. Davey turned on his mike and spoke quietly.

"Dumb bitch has a dog. It's leading us to her... she's upstairs." He laughed, then added. "Such a good dog to do that before the sedative kicks in. Let's move."

Whether the dog would reach the room where it's mistress was before it fell over he had no idea. The dog probably wouldn't survive. There was enough sedative on the meat it had eaten to knock out two rottweillers quickly, let alone one toy dog.

 

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Callisto sat in her room in a chair playing with the invisible dirt underneath her fingernails, rolling her eyes as she heard the men coming into her house. Well, she figured they were coming in since she heard the cars park outfront and just laughed to herself. She saw out the window three men standing outside in the front and figured there were 3 in the back as well.

She heard the stupid dog barking. she hated that damn thing, that she just happened to have found in the house and didnt want to just let it die. She got up hearing footsteps approach she smiled and jumped out the window as men surrounded her as she zipped around them sucker punching them as they shot at the air missing everytime. She kept going until all of them layed on the ground covered in cuts and bruises. As she saw more men run out to get her...she ran as well.

Her movements like shadows but even lessvisible than that. She went downtown, in the less then reputible area. Walking around nodding to a few people as she went down to her 'back-up' place to hide out in a back aly way relaxing as she thought about how these guys were getting beter and arent just coming 1 or 2 at a time.

 

[franklincastle]

"Amateurs! Stupid fucking amatuers!" Stan railed at his men as they picked themselves up off the ground.

"Not quite, boss." Bob said with a grin as he held up the tracking device. "I got the bug on her pant leg as i was stopping her foot with my face. We know exactlty where she is now.

Stan grinned. "Bob...you just earned the bonus on this one. This time...we go on foot and we call in backup. And we keep calling in more and more backup until the lady gets the message and gives up. She doesn't know who she's messing with here."

The squad did indeed proceed on foot until they reached the building indicated by the tracking device. "It's in there." Bob said as he pointed to the window.

"Fire." Stan said with a grin. This time, instead of trying to enter the building, they decided to try and flush Callisto out. Firing stun and gas grenades into the building, the men covered all the exits and waited.

 

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She layed in the building not noticing anything differnt, relaxing until her relaxation was interupted. She saw bullets and gasbombs and god only know what else flood in as she bolted out the door only to see it surrounded and she couldnt move looking to her other exits not being able to escape. Kicking one guy square in the throat watching him gasp for air as she felt a group of guys nearly jump on her throwin handcuffs on here.

"YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!!!"
She screamed as she fought getting a punch across the face as she kicked and struggled, all her muscles flexing as she fought back as hard as she could.
"Let me go, what business do you have with me!?!"

 

[franklincastle]

'Better.' Stan thought as Callisto ran outside and was tackled to the ground by his men. A few of his men fell, but Callisto was disoriented and outnumbered. "Ger her legs!" He ordered as she kicked out, but his men couldn't get the leg irons on her. 'Fine...we'll do it the hard way.' he thought as he punched Callisto in the face to daze her some more...then began unfastening her pants, intending to pull them down and tangle up her legs. "We'll let you go after your in your cell...as for what business we have with you...you'll have to take that up with the man who signs our paychecks...your just a job, lady."

 

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She gave a low groan and a yell as she felt his hand feel like it was breaking the bone under her eye. She kept struggeling as he tugged on her pants she stopped a bit, not wanting a bunch of men staring at the small black thong she was wearing. As soon as she slowed down, the ankle cuffs were on and she was pulled to her feet.

She stared at the man that spoke to her as she spit in his face. 'Just a job?' what was that about. She's gotten merc's after her but they didnt have a chance in the world. As they tryed to get her to walk they pulled her tight pants back up but didnt button them that securely.
"So Now what are you going to do with me? you ass hole!!"

 

[franklincastle]

Stan grinned slightly with satisfaction as she got the message when he started tugging at her pants and let them get the anke cuffs on. But she obviously didn't get all of the message as she spat in his face. He frowned sharply...then slapped her hard across the face. Then back handed her as he brought his hand back. Then...just for good measure...he planted his fist in her stomach. "Not nice, bitch. Learn some manners or this will go even harder for you." he snarled in her ear.

"Now I'm going to do my job. Which includes searching you...so just stand still." Stan told her as he started going through her pockets...searching her, true enough...but also taking an extra few seconds to cop a feel of her ass and crotch as he went through her pants pockets.

 

[BadForm]

So, she wasn't quite so stupid as he'd first thought. That was fine, thought Davey, she was fun. Now, laid where she was and defenceless, he knew she wasn't such a threat. He stroked a finger over his cheek where a bruise would be full-blown by tomorrow. Yes. Fun. What some of these fools didn't realize was that some people lived for pain... their own as much as any other.

Stan was groping her as he searched for any weapons. With her bound it wasn't like she would be able to move properly to draw any hidden weapons from her cavities, which could be the only reason he wasn't doing a cavity search. Not that that made the stupid naivity she was displaying in letting them bind her rather than remove her pants any less appealing. Did she honestly think she was going to stay fully clothed for long? Was she really that foolish?

Davey bent down by the womans ear and spoke softly. "Hey, boss, we better make sure it don't have no suicide pill in its mouth. A certain someone paid us good money for this."

He leant in closer, doubting that she would try to bite him now she was bound. "Open wide for me, bitch!" he said.

In the split second he gave her she didn't respond, probably because she didn't have time. He bit down hard on her ear, deciding to be kind and leave the ear intact but draw blood. Then he pulled shaply back and slammed his hand through her now screaming mouth, silencing her. His fingers raked the back of her throat and her whole mouth. Before she could respond he grabbed her tonge and pulled hard enough to yank her head forwards and then let go.

"I like pain, bitch," he said. "I'm gonna enjoy finding out how much you do too."

 

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She felt herself get smacked around and then a fist planted in her stomach. And she groaned as the breath in her body was taken out and she coughed. This was the first time ever people came after her and actually got ahold of her. Her anger grew as his hands crawled over her body, pausing around her tight ass and in between her legs.

Another man yelling at her as his teeth sunk into the felsh that was her ear as she screamed, feeling his fist go into her mouth as she gagged and coughed her ears tearing up as it was now twice as hard to breath. And his mouth and withdrew and she felt the blood drip down her ear.

"Ohhhh..."
And she coughed spitting some blood out onto the ground.
"you like pain? why dont you wait till i put your cock between me pretty lips."
She paused for a minute mimicking a bite.
"So i can bite it off..."

 

[franklincastle]

Stan slapped Callisto again. "Don't make us put one of those clamps in your mouth. If we have to do that...then you'll swallow whatever we give you to swallow...and like it. Cooperate, and it won't come to that." Stan claimed as he squeezed her ass one last time...then as a parting gift reached inside and grabbed hold of the thong he'd glimpsed earlier, tugging it up in the crack of her ass so hard he lifted her off her feet. Davey had done a pretty good job making sure there was nothing in her mouth, so Stan started to check under her shirt, untucking it from her jeans and running his hands along her stomach and back, then squeezing her breasts carefully when he got to them, taking his time to make sure he didn't miss anything she might have hidden there.

 

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She clenched her jaw when she heard him speak of the mouth clamp. There was no way in hell she was getting that, she'd comply before she got that. But getting slapped was getting annoying as shit. His hands run up her skin once again groping her breasts and ass she attempted to pull away as the men holding her yanked her and watched in amusement as their boss felt her up. Granted a man hadnt touched her in ages, this was not the way she had wanted it.

Her eyes burned in a fire and wanted to murder every last one of them. But things didnt seem to be going well.

 

[franklincastle]

After exploring every last inch of her body...some sections more carefully then others...Stan nodded in satisfaction. "She's clean." He declared as he nodded over to Bob. He'd been the one to track her down, so he'd get 'prisoner detail' on the ride back to headquarters. "Davey...Bob. Stick her in the back of the van and keep a close eye on her. We didn't go through all this just to see her escape." Bob nodded and stepped up to Callisto. He drew back his fist and rammed it into her stomach. Then he drew up his knee and rammed it into her crotch. "That was just to remind you who's in charge of you now." he whispered in her ear that wasn't bleeding as he grabbbed her by the hair and started hauling her towards the van, not really caring if she could keep up or not with her ankles still cuffed.

 

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She gave him a sarcastic 'glad your satisfied' smile and rolled her eyes as a fucking rookie was in charge of her. Her idea of him changed as she felt his fist almost cripple her breathing as she gasped for som air and then felt his knee in her crotched and looked at the guy.
"I'm just like you...i dont got any balls so it doesnt hurt as much as you think." She said as they stareted walking, getting dragged by her hair, she couldnt get away, if her legs were restrained she couldnt work, her powers were no longer capable, and they obviously weren't mutants.
"fuckers."

 

[BadForm]

I shook my head. Bob was... well, Bob was and always would be Bob. The boss knew how to humiliate a woman. He kept coming back to me because of my skills in hurting people: when we had an interrogation to do he knew I would get the information. A couple of guys were hot on tracing someone through their contacts. And then there was Bob. He was probably the most reliable of all of us. Unfortunately he was the least inventive. Oh, nobody would escape with him on duty, he would stay awake for days if necessary to watch over someone. But when each of us saw him try our own specializations it was embarrassing. The boss had punched her a couple of times and all he could do was more of the same. Oh well.

 

[franklincastle]

Bob frowned as he threw Callisto into the back of the truck. Apparently, his lesson on who was in charge hadn't sunk in. He'd have to change that. he climbed into the back of the truck after her and the doors were slammed shut. "Let's see how much this hurts then." He snapped as he pulled at her pants, which were already loosened, revealing her thong. Bob decided to leave it in place for now as he removed a tazer from his belt...and rammed it into her crotch, sending thousands of volts through her body. "So who's in charge now, slut?" he asked.

 

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She felt herself Thrown into the truck head first falling to the ground as this guy wripped her pants off and shoved a tazer onto her sex. Screaming in pain as her body convulsed. And she layed on the truck twitching and shaking almost in the fetal posistion. She couldnt speak and she tryed breathing as she just layed then and eventually flopping back onto her back looking at him acknowledging him, and then looking away. It hurt more than she thought it might ezpecially in such a sensitive area.

 

[franklincastle]

Bob grinned. "No smart ass comments, slut?" he asked as he shifted the tazer to his left hand and used his right to rub the area he had just zapped, then slowly moved up her stomach, shoving her shirt up and exposing her breasts. "Unless you want more of the same...I think you better start calling me sir." he told her.

 

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She clenched her jaws and fists once again as he rubbed the recently tazored part of her body as he lifted up on her shirt she didnt say anything. She didnt want to say anything, just be quiet and get to wherever they wanted to take her. She didnt know who wanted her in so bad, and why they'd send the bottom of the barrelly of dirty workers to pull her in.

 

[franklincastle]

Bob shook his head in mock dissapointment when his prisoner remained silent. "So you want to do this the hard way. Suits me. I've got plenty of time. He grabbed hold of one of her breasts with his right hand and squeezed it savagely, digging his fingernails into her flesh as hard as he could. At the same time, he brought the tazer into her crotch again, harder and longer then the time before. "This stops the moment you ask me nicely." he informed her as he gave her a brief respite with the tazer to catch her breath, though he continued to maul her tit.

 

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She growled savagely and in deep pain as he pressed it to her again and digging his nails into her skin. Her body quivered as he gave her a breathing moment and her eyes almost rolled back and things started to spin in the room. She tryed to get her lips to work to say what he wanted and get it over with, figuring the more she'd comply the easier the ride would be.
"sir.."
And she grimaced looking at her blood and bare breasts.

 

[franklincastle]

Bob grinned as he removed the tazer from her crotch without activating it again. "Wouldn't it have been easier just to say that in the first place?" he asked as he removed his hand from her damaged breast and ran it gently over her other one. "You have some nice tits, slut. Well, one nice tit, still, at least. Anyone ever told you that before? Do you mind if i suck on it?" he rested the tazer against her crotch again, just to remind her to give him the answer he was looking for.

 

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Her body kept twitching slightly as he then started to feel her up more. She looked away and then back up at him. She didnt like being called a slut, but being tazered she hated. She'd comply it was killing her inside, but she'd do it.
"i dont mind...sir."

 

[franklincastle]

"Very good, my dear. You learned your lesson well." Bob laughed as he laid down on top of her, kissing her gently on the cheek before he moved his mouth down to her tit, first licking it for several seconds before finally putting it in his mouth and sucking it as hard as he could, for almost two full minutes, before biting down on it. At the same time, he was moving his other hand to her crotch, and inserting his fingers into her pussy. "When was the last time you had sex?" he asked her with a grin as he came up for air. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

 

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He kissed her cheek and held back a grimmace, since her cheek was bruised and it was punched hard. She let him suck on her nipple she didnt mind but it did start to hurt and then she felt his fingers inside her. She tryed to pretend it didnt feel good. His questions came, she hadnt had sex in a few months and her body ached for it.
"a few months ago...and it's up to you sir...i'm your prisoner and all..."