HELLCAT

by Michael W. Huard

  Suddenly, Batto threw one of his knives, much to the surprise of his adversary and her corner. He had not done this in either of his two previous fights. The knife caught Mahira on the front of her left shoulder, and she reeled back in pain. Even though it hadn't cut her too deep, blood was starting to trickle down her arm. The crowd jumped about at the sight of Mahira's injury and loved it. Another series of chants rang out for the local champ, “Batto, Batto, Batto!”

  The local tough guy had the crowd behind him now. He grinned to all and raised his other knife up in salute, then inched closer to the bleeding woman. “It would be a shame to kill you,” he spoke out in a weird accent. “I would much rather enjoy your company later this evening.”

  Mahira kept her concentration, and as the knife was tossed at her again, she dodged it this time without suffering so much as a scratch. Now it was her turn to smile. “Looks like you are weaponless and facing my sword,” she teased the rather handsome if not gruff man before her. “As for tonight, I am actually looking for some good company, but I'm sorry to say it won’t be you,” she added, moving in at the man.

  Mahira had a huge advantage now versus a boxer. Her solid steel weapon was too powerful and too long to be defended by hand alone. He was planning to disarm her, that she knew for sure, but first she would have a little fun. She darted right, and then leaped left, slicing at his head all the while. She barked out one word, “Men!” Mahira almost cut his ear off with her frenzied head attack, and now he too had his own blood to deal with.

  He was not happy, and his entire demeanor shifted. She used his upset as an opportunity to cut him in the leg as she ran by him barking, “Ashi!” These strange names and loud yells had Batto all flustered. Mahira had learned of them from her Sensei at a very young age. These yells gave her energy and sharpness to everything she did, and it seemed they were working very well for her.

  Batto called out to her with a snarling attitude, “What is that you say, girl?” He flexed his muscles and added, “You are a little motherfucker, aren’t you?” He then put his fists up, wanting her to fight fairly. “Fight me, little lady. With your fists, come on, don’t be afraid.”

  Mahira nodded in agreement; she would accept his challenge. But not before one more little move. She chased him back some, so he had no choice but to backpedal away from her. Once she had him cornered near one of the big logs surrounding the center of the pit, and with the nervous yet excited bystanders watching the title fight right before them, she put her move into action.

  She circled to his right and ran up one of the other logs, and the person sitting on top had no choice but to dive backwards into the other spectators. The tough little gladiator leaped from the log and right back at Batto as her sword whipped in the air and came down directly into his right shoulder. The audience went berserk, and Batto went flying to his butt with a decent sized wound on his upper arm, his dominant arm at that. The dazzling show time technique wowed the crowd. They were starting to like this little hellcat.

  Mahira then tossed her sword to the turf and waited until the dark fellow stood back up. Tyne, from the far bleacher area, dropped her head in frustration. “Here she goes again, every time she has to turn an easy win into something more difficult.” Batto was now at a seriously injured disadvantage with his favorite punching arm limited. But they both squared off and a weaponless battle ensued. Batto was a tough son of a gun. He was the local hero here in Delaware, and people had bet a lot of coin on him to win. The noise level rose, and even though Batto was injured, they still expected him to kick some ass.

  Mahira was light on her feet, and she pranced about on her toes with ease. All the sisters were trained in Muay Thai and aspects of Tae Kwon Do; both sacred and ancient martial art striking styles. As the boxer came in, she circled away. He then stalked her again, and this time she kicked him in the stomach to upset his attack. Batto was impressed, but also pissed off. There was something this little girl did not know about, he was a wrestler too. He had been hiding this very fact throughout the competition.

  He sensed her evasiveness and slowed down. He eased forward, jabbing out with his left hand. Mahira went right and lifted a solid roundhouse kick to his ribs, but Batto was ready and caught the kick. He flicked the small woman up in the air and then tossed her to the ground. He was jumping on her before she could react, and even though she was as nimble as a cat, this gave her little advantage when her body was pinned to the ground.

  Little did he know that all the sisters were trained in jiu-jitsu, a grappling style of martial arts, and one Mahira herself was pretty darn good at. Everyone watching and hoping to win some big money now leaned forward in their seats, some even jumped up screaming again in anticipation of something big they thought was about to happen. Batto was almost on top now. He would crack her skull and smash her cute face in. They all knew it and again raised fists in bloodthirsty screams of encouragement.

  Before he was fully on top of her, Mahira scuttled backwards and stuck both of her feet in his way. She then swung one of her legs over Batto’s injured shoulder and cranked down on it as she moved from under him to his side. This shoulder lock was wildly painful for him, and he immediately rolled out of it.

  Mahira followed him and executed a cross body arm bar before he could get back up. This lock isolated his elbow joint on her pelvis, so as she arched her body up, she was snapping his arm. A series of loud pops were heard around the arena as the joint was overstretched out of its socket. He fought his way out of the hold by clambering up to his knees. Mahira then wrapped her legs around his neck to shut off his carotid arteries. She squeezed her legs tighter and tighter, and reached up with both hands to yank his head down too. Slowly but surely, she put the local hero to sleep!

  The crowd became silent for a moment. They were shocked! No one said a word. Then a slow clapping sound bounced around the stands, and everyone knew the match was over.

  The champion of this tournament, of this death match, was a peanut-sized hellcat, and Mahira was her name.

  Chapter 3

  The two girls were now out to see what Delaware had to offer. A purse loaded with local money would go a long way towards an evening of fun. There were plenty of miles of beach to explore, and lots of corn with some yummy chicken made for a good dinner for this coastal adventure. The pair rode like the wind together on a souped-up roadster motorcycle. Yet, just like other places on their travels, the severity and destruction of war and greed showed clearly across the countryside.

  The state was a mere shell of what it used to be. Pollution was the least of their issues, contamination was abundant, and the changing wars had left the infrastructure of the entire city decayed and beaten down. But like all areas of the former united region, there were pockets of life, and of course, entertainment.

  Mahira and Tyne Gem easily found out where one such venue was. Tonight would be a good one, both the ladies were certain, but Mahira more so then her cyborg buddy. They stopped to eat, sight see, and drove for about an hour and a half before entering a region they had been told about earlier.

  A bar or club in the modern sections of the city today was unlike any such place from centuries ago. They found what they were seeking nestled in amongst a metropolis of busted up buildings. This place was an underground mecca for alcohol, dance floors, drug parties, and the weirdest of the weird when it came to robotics. All they needed was old-school money, and the two ladies had plenty.

  Down a narrow street, the road finally opened up to reveal a group of buildings. They parked outside on a hidden path and strode over to the entrance.

  At the door, Tyne registered an extremely tall cyborg, which greeted them as they approached. “No weapons, leave them in the room over there, and put your money in the hole.” This droid was at least seven feet tall with dark black hair, straight bangs cut oddly across his forehead, and the strangest of miniscule green eyes. The ladies had hidden their roadster and left their weapons behind already. The fa
ct that Tyne Gem could create weapons on the spot made both feel okay with this cyborg's demands. Tyne was not a big fan of these kinds of adventures, but Mahira had a crazy streak, probably the craziest of any of her sisters besides the alternative sky captain, Blu. Tyne could only suppose these 'nights out' were a necessity for her friend.

  The tall man welcomed them inside. “May all your fantasies come true,” he smiled.

  The two blonds made their way inside the club, Mahira in a black spandex catsuit and Tyne in a matching silver one. They were a sight to see. There were corridors and stairways all around the club, and people lingered at each turn of the hall, some human, others not so much. The owners had the place littered with sex bots, and Tyne and Mahira came across both male and female versions, each seeking the company of the new arrivals. The girls brushed off these advances and continued on. The ladies eventually found an open bar and sat down. The place had an array of sparkling silver balls on the ceilings, and lights constantly flashed all around them. Their vision was not all that great to say the least.

  The bartender appeared to be an average guy and was dressed in an all-white suit with a silver tie, but Tyne whispered otherwise to her sister. “He’s a bot, he’s also recording everything he sees and has a laser rifle on a shelf directly in front of him.” Mahira expected nothing less. She ordered up a drink and Tyne, who was not a drinker per say, ordered a vapor smoke stick. They could hear loud techno music booming from various places, and the halls were filled with smoke from the fog machines. Massive wall-mounted computer screens also portrayed visions of orgies and space travel in various shades of blue and green.

  The women danced, mingled, and played for a few hours, and then the time had come to choose an attraction. Tyne Gem had a brain, and she had feelings and could think for herself. In fact, she was as smart, if not smarter, than anyone else parading about inside this club. So of course her brain would always warn her of immediate danger, and this place was full of it. Mahira on the other hand was drinking and not showing any signs of slowing down. This also meant, as usual, she was as horny as a bunny in heat. Tyne could not let them separate.

  The pair strode down a flight of stairs to look for something of interest. They passed androids without skin covers, humans with mechanical legs and arms, and various homemade robotic creations that were as odd as anyone could expect to see walking about the area. Humans were here too, and those they came upon would look them over with interest, some even followed them. Tyne explained to her sister that although many of them looked human, many of them were not. Mahira smiled and made note, “I don’t want a bot tonight. I want a real man, one who will sweat all over me.” Tyne figured as much!

  Orgy rooms, voyeur sanctums, gambling halls, fighting sectors, and many other choices were available here. There would be no fighting tonight; at least both of them hoped there wouldn't be. Mahira picked a room where dancers would entertain them. The ladies entered and sat before a dark red stage, laminated with glossy wood. A few other people were already seated as the show began.

  A raven-haired woman dressed in a golden fishnet body stocking came out. Her face was also painted gold, and she moved about with grace to an alluring, bluesy tune of sax music. “She’s not real," Tyne said to Mahira over the loud music.

  "She’s too perfect!” Mahira agreed as the stacked dancer continued her routine. Both women watched as the golden goddess used the center pole to swirl herself around. Her body was curved in all the right places, and she mesmerized the onlookers.

  Whether it was real or not, Mahira was heating up. The next performer now emerged from the curtain at the rear of the stage. He was an Afro-American man with skin as black as coal. He wore nothing apart from a pair of dark brown leather pants. The black man was greased up all over, and his chest and shoulder muscles looked highly defined. A broad smile came to his face as he spotted the two attractive blonds sitting by the stage.

  Mahira looked at Tyne, “Is he real? Man, I hope he’s real!”

  Tyne studied the man as he danced and moved to the intense rhythm of the music. She winked an artificial eye at her friend. “Yes, he is real,” she added.

  The black man did a kata of moves, dancing then jumping up and kicking high in the air. He spun about and ran close to the watching crowd, then dropped and did a full split to the surprised audience. He leaped up and punched out in the air, then slowly eased his prancing to that of mesmerizing tai chi-like hand swirls, doing so with a mile-wide smile. He had sexy green eyes, which now met Mahira’s.

  He licked his lips at her and blew her a kiss. Then he danced about, kicking and jumping like a black panther. As the song came to an end, Mahira finally remembered to breathe as Tyne slammed her in the shoulder, making her come to her senses. “Hey, wake up,” Tyne teased.

  A trio of dancers followed. Two droid women wearing pink wigs and white leather boots, followed by a smallish guy who was perhaps from Thailand. The women teased him as they stripped him naked. He kept trying to touch them but each time they moved away. The pink-headed droids would kiss each other, and then go to kiss him but again pull back at the last second. The audience of around a dozen or so laughed and laughed at these funny antics.

  He was a frustrated little nude man, who was now chasing them comically all about the stage. They dropped to the floor in white garter and hose lingerie, embraced and rolled about together. The small man went to each droid woman and tried to mount them, but they kicked him back, and again his attempt at love was of no success. The women formed a sixty-nine position on the stage, faking love making while he again tried to join between them. The funny duo made sure all his attempts to have a threesome failed miserably, but did so with humor and silly music to boot.

  The show finally ended and the lights on the stage dimmed down.

  It was time for another drink, so the women made their way back to another bar area in the club. Tyne Gem wanted to find love. She wanted to experience it so much, yet these weird nights out left her with little satisfaction. She was programmed, first and foremost, to help the elite sisterhood, so when it came to things of an intimate nature for herself, she had to draw the line. Mahira was too important to her fellow comrades, so she would have to be the watch dog, the one looking out for trouble while Mahira let her hair down.

  She then ran her intricate computer brain and thought, one day, I too will find time for love. My body might be manufactured, but my mind is human. She really did hope such a dream would come true.

  Then the black dancer from back at the show pulled up a seat beside her and Mahira. He was facing her friend, so she knew tonight would not be that night.

  “This drinks on me,” the black man insisted as he sat facing Mahira. She blushed and was happy to see the dancer had joined her. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asked as Mahira nodded that she did indeed enjoy the show.

  “I enjoyed the show, but I enjoyed watching you more!” she teased.

  The muscular, well cut man was still topless, and he smiled to show off his big pearly whites. “You ladies are new here. I've never seen either of you about, so perhaps I can make your evening better than it already is?”

  Tyne Gem rolled her eyes. Here we go, she thought, time for watch duty!

  Mahira was interested. This guy was hot! “That's something I would love,” she replied. Tyne motioned for her friend to go ahead; she would be fine to not participate herself.

  Mahira and her guest talked for quite a bit, laughing and flirting as they chatted. Tyne scanned the bar and surrounding halls, constantly looking for any signs of trouble. Her enhanced microchip-powered brain could calculate odds of just about anything these days. Sinaye, her scientist and robotics expert friend, had worked on making her level of intelligence even better over the last few years.

  Nothing and no one alerted her, so she left the conversation to go on without interruption. His name was Evon, and he, this black-as-coal stud, had her friend giddy and happy in conversation. Soon eno
ugh the plan was made for them to find a room. The establishment certainly had play rooms, but it cost a ton just to enter. Never the less, Mahira and Evon walked hand in hand into one of the rooms.

  Tyne knew her role and took guard duty outside the door. She was not interested in sex if it meant putting the sisterhood in danger. She thought, one day, I will have intimacy, I know I will. Evon had offered for Tyne to join them, but she declined and insisted for them to have at it themselves.

  The inside of the room was filled with the décor of African tribesman, with all sorts of relics and statues filling the shelves. There were also masks on the wall painted in vivid oranges, yellows, and reds. The large bed was topped with a bearskin of brown and light tan colors, and magical light torches shaped into tiki faces were spewing out a soft red light. It took no time at all for the couple to embrace.

  They kissed passionately, probing their tongues inside burning mouths of excitement. Evon lifted Mahira up and she wrapped her legs around him, floating in his grasp. Their eyes met, and their bodies became one. He tossed her to the bed and jumped between her legs. Mahira moaned out in lust as he pressed his loins against her. They quickly tore away at one another’s clothes. She ripped his pants down while he whipped off her bodysuit, and once nude, they made love, fucking like animals as a sensuous passion filled the room.

  He was good, real good. “Oh yes!" Mahira cried out. "That’s it, do me, do me hard, take me!” Sweat coated them both, and the slick feel of sex and heat lathered their nude, muscular bodies.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Evon insisted as he pounded into her. “You like a strong man, one who can handle such a strong woman.”

  “Yes, that’s what I like," Mahira called out. "Yesssssssssssssss!”

  Tyne could hear them now, knowing that Mahira was not one to hold back! Tyne shook her head and carried on shaking it for quite a while.