Cyborg Girls

by Jane Brooke

  Cops are cops as they instantly reverted back to hard core mode.

  With Venus back to her usual hero status, and leading point, they began to move cautiously past more open doors. More sexual madness was echoing from the caves.

  As they cautiously patrolled open cave door after open door they both felt like vomiting. In the shadows they glimpsed a Cyborg Girl in full rage, as other Droid, men and woman in the shadows watched her bull whip a massive Droid man shackled in chains.

  With each lash of the whip on his back, the Droid whimpered in pleasure. Baring it no longer both cops moved nearer to the end of the tunnel, where a massive carbon steel door was welded into the walls.

  With the music thumping and the lights strobes blinking, and with screams, moans and wails of sexual and sadistic madness coming from each door they passed, Adray finally stalled in front of the carbon constructed door.

  Looking at Krull, who was gripping and re-gripping his 357 magnums, she silently counted from three, as her hand lay on the door handle.

  3, 2, 1.

  He nodded as she pushed the level slowly and, then with as much stealth as she could muster, slowly opened the door.

  Edging through the door, they both went into crouches. Krull held out in front of him both silenced magnums. Adray Venus had her swords struck in an offensive position above her head.

  The room was cave like, vast, high domed ceilings with dirt floors and walls.

  On the walls were several burning torches filling the room with a smoke filled atmosphere.

  Every few meters there were other tunnel openings, screams, strobe-lights throbbing, music blaring and filtering out of their bowels.

  On tables scattered everywhere there were chains, saws, whips, axes, spears and knives.

  Staked to the earthen walls were rusted chains with wrist, ankle and wrists shackles welded to them.

  Hanging from them, bloodied, savaged and very dead were three naked young human females.

  Two of them had no feet attached to bloody stumps, one had no head.

  Crouched at the door, staring at the end of all that was ever good about life, Venus pushed the closed closed.

  Far off to their right, they could see what looked like a railing that appeared to be surrounding some kind of subterranean pit, which appeared as if it had the beginning of a staircase descending down in to it

  Venus stood as did Krull.

  They exchanged looks of not only rage, but for pity for the obtuse world they were now witnessing.

  Taking a step, Venus hesitated as she saw new shadows begin to grow larger moving towards them from the tunnels. They heard more screams as then from the mouth of the tunnel, three huge Droid men, naked, and carrying blades and axes appeared at the door.

  They were dragging two young, diseased and naked females by chains ripped to their wrists.

  Instantly, one of the Droids saw them. His red eyes went oval, and as he began to say something, Krull lifted his Magnums.

  “Psssst, Psssst, Pssst, Psssst, Pssst, Pssst.” Whistled through the room.

  With two hollow points centered into their huge skulls, both giants fell to the earth dead.

  Adray looked at Krull, nodded, he nodded back at her.

  Sweeping the smoke filled room of shadows with her infra red optics, Venus moved with Krull to the two naked girls. They were beaten and bloodied, yet still alive.

  Venus quickly un-clamped their wrist and ankle cuffs. With the girls moaning in some kind of drug induced coma, she dragged them to the door, opened it, and placed them in the tunnel.

  Knowing that they would probably be dead within the hour, it was at least something she could do for them.

  Moving back to Krull, she tilted her head towards the pit and railing surrounding it.

  Music, acid rock, smoke and a bright undulating glow from more fire torches could be seen exuding from the pits edges.

  As they approached the edge cautiously, Krull hearing something, and with his reflexes honed from a life time of war, whipped around into a crouch.

  With a sword raised above her head, a naked Cyborg Girl was just meters away walking towards them. Her eyes were red, her multiple scarred Platinum skin was now purple from The Pink.

  As Venus began to raise her own sword, Krull lifted his magnum and fired.

  “Pssst, Pssst, Pssst.”

  The hollow points impacted her breasts, stomach and shoulder pushing her back. Because of the durability of pure Platinum, the bullets only partially penetrated her body. The force of the bullets thump, thump, thumped her back three steps.

  Impervious to pain from the drugs, she leered at her fingers that were touching her wounds. Blue blood was stained everywhere on them.

  Touching the blood to her lips, she grinned, leered at Krull, took two steps and then:

  “SWISH.”

  The sound of Adray Venus’s blade whistled through the air.

  In one stroke she had cut the girls head from her neck.

  Krull looking at the dead Cyborg, looked at Venus.

  She shrugged her shoulders, got a small rye smirk on her lips and whispered. “Girls can be girls.”

  Krull half smiled.

  It lasted for a micro-second as they heard muffled screams and wails some twenty meters in front of them apparently coming from the pit.

  Tip toeing to the edge of the pit, they both went to their stomachs and peeked their eyes over the edge of the pit.

  Through the smoke and the dozen burning torches stuck to the walls, they both silently gasped at what they were seeing.

  No longer a huge pit, they knew it was a torture and sex dungeon. They had seen them before, but never to the degree of morbidity they were now witnessing.

  Everywhere there were the implements of torture on tables and on the walls. Saws, whips, leather belts, axes, chains, clamps, knives and blades were on the tables.

  Sitting at two tables, were a dozen men and obese Droids and two Cyborg Girls. They were drinking beer, a rarity in The Zone. They were gorging voraciously on some kind of magic meat.

  All of them were semi naked, filthy and sweating profusely. They we’re garlanded in Sadomasochistic leathers harnesses, chains, belts and neck bracelets with chrome studs on them.

  Hanging around the room by chains on their ankles, were three dead Cyborg Girls. Buckets were placed under their corpses, allowing the blue blood to gather from their fingertips.

  Virgin blue blood from the Cyborg Girls was a valuable commodity in The Zone world.

  Rumor was that it was an aphrodisiac and many drank it when they could.

  Venus winced, felt the rage in her body growing as she began to nudge forward. She felt Krull’s hand warp around her wrist. She looked at him. He nodded NO.

  She sucked in oxygen through her burning gills plates, exhaled and stared off at the men, droids and CB girls eating and drinking at the table.

  On the tables also were their weapons. Axes, blades, spears and they even had the rare weapons, hand guns and two laser cannons as well.

  As they ate, they numbly watched the show being performed before them.

  Centered in the room was chromium slated bench affair with various Chromium tubular bars on it. Attached by Chromium (One of the hardest elements on Earth) thick bracelets to her wrists and ankles, attached to the sturdy bars was a naked Cyborg Girl.

  On her thighs, spread eagling her legs out, were also two heavy bracelets, thus exposing her blue vagina to The Machine that was savaging her.

  A huge hydraulically powered machine, with a pumping Chromium battering ram on it, and a thick knobbed dildo attached to the tip, was smashing into the sex-insane blue cunt of the CB girl.

  Venus watched as the girl, teeth barred, and eyes bright pink, covered in sweat (a rarity
for a CB) howled and screamed as over and over she climaxed. As she did, the entire floor seemed to tremor as with each orgasm, her skin turned deeper purple.

  Venus knew, that was The Death Color as she watched her muscles, tendons and veins seem to be popping right out of her skin.

  As The Machine never stopped fucking her, and the girl went ballistic, she nudged Krull. He looked at her as she tilted her eyes to an offset part of the dungeon, some twenty meters from the dying Cyborg Girl.

  They then saw him, King Mohammad.

  He was literally sitting on a golden thrown seeming bored as he ripped his black teeth into some kind of meat on a bone.

  He was a monolithic sized man, six-foot-eight and three-hundred pounds of sweating grit, fat and muscle.

  A long filthy black beard fell down to his gut mingling with his black, thick tangled hair. On his obese fingers, there were gold rings and on his wrists were gold bracelets, and he was naked from his gut up.

  In his ears and nose were large gold rings and wrapped around his thick neck was a collar of gold chains.

  Tattooed on his face was a King Cobra in greens, red and yellows. The snake’s body traveled down his neck, and wound around his torso and back many times until disappearing into his stout black leather pants.

  Peering through the Cobras tattooed eyes, were his eyes. They were numb red, and held the tint of a pure sociopath within them.

  He seemed oblivious to the screams of the Cyborg Girl as the machine never stopped fucking her.

  Looking to her right, Venus saw the half spiral staircase that wound down to the dungeons floor.

  Computing the time in her computer brain it would take for Krill to maneuver the stairs to the entrance of the dungeon she tilted her lips and whispered to him.

  “I shall go over here. I will take the King, alive if possible. You do your thing, once down the stairs. Yes?”

  “Sounds right to me, doll.”

  Krull looked at her, smiled, felt his silenced automatics burning in his hands.

  She leaned in and pecked his lips with a kiss.

  “Fifteen seconds from here Krull, the stairway. Ready?”

  He gave her a wink, telling her that he was.

  Reading her blades, she waited for Krull to move.

  Moments passed, as in a crouch he moved to the top of the stairs, and without hesitating began to move down them.

  10, 9, 8, 7.

  Venus rose, went into a crouch feeling the blood pounding out of her heart and throbbing in her neck.

  5,4,3, 2, 1.

  And, then there was Krull at the bottom of the stairs, peeking around a wall. In a single leap she flew over the balcony, found air. Hitting the mud floor and in her warrior crouch, both blades now were pointing directly at King Mohammad.

  She was so cat like that for a moment no one even knew she was there.

  “Pssst, Pssst, Pssst, Pssst, Pssst, Pssst” and more gun reports flashed from both of Krulls magnums as he charged across the room towards the creatures feasting at the tables.

  As hollow points ripped up the food and wooden table, five of the Droids and men were torn apart by Krulls hollow points as the others scrambled grabbing their guns and weapons.

  With a muscle twitch off the charts, Venus moved at an unbelievable speed towards King Mohammad who now as fumbling with a hand gun slotted on his lap.

  Ten meters from him she rolled, stood, stared at the Cyborg Girl moaning still being fucked by the machine. In en eye blink, she slammed her palm on the button. The machine stopped and the girl moaned and seemed to fall into a coma. Venus went into a crouch facing King Mohammad

  He raised his magnum and fired.

  “KABOOM, KABOOM, KABOOM.” flashed with smoke and fire from the tip of his magnum.

  Almost able to see the lead as it bored directly at her, she felt an impact in her shoulder. She immediately went in to a roll, and within a micro moment she was on her feet running.

  With screams and blasts from Krull magnums and Mohammad’s crew erupting all around the place, Venus leaped. With swords raised, she straddled King Mohammad. Leering into his shocked eyes, she raised both blades and, then the pierced them directly through his shoulders, impaling him to his golden thrown.

  They locked eyes as Venus smiled as she seethed.

  “Ozone, you’re under arrest.”

  Before King Mohammad could swallow the Magic Meat lodged in his throat, she gave him a vicious temple shot, knocking him unconscious.

  And then her world turned into a slow motion holocaust of bullets, blades, and blood.

  Her man’s blood.

  Standing, she whipped around and with her blades impaling The King against his thrown, she pulled out her 357 magnum.

  And, then her world moved to individual slow motion film clips.

  Five of King Mohammad’s crew were alive, including a Cyborg Girl, who had both of her own swords drawn.

  Adray’s eyes, in rapid twitch mode scanned the two men, two Droids and the CB girl as they began to rush Krull guns blaring, voices shrieking, and two swords flashing.

  Dropping his duel empty Magnums to the floor, he was just raising his Laser Canon, blue side bar light blinking in the direction of the running maniacs.

  Venus leaped four meters into the air and five meters out, standing off the attackers, hoping to be a flax jacket for Krull.

  Krull managed one shot as a flume of fire erupted from his laser cannon. Un-friendly fire of bullets and laser canon blasts exploded all around him. Fire, smoke and the odor of cordite reeked through the dungeon.

  Instantly, a massive lead Droid was impacted and almost vaporized from a direct hit.

  Going into a crouch, she raised her Magnum.

  “KABOOM, KABOOM” and seven KABOOMS blasted out of the tip of her flaming gun barrel, but she was too late.

  As the men and droids fell in hale of her hollow points, one of the Droids squeezed off a wild shot from his laser canon.

  She heard a moan, turned and with terror stricken eyes, she looked at Krull. He was DOWN, his right arm just above his elbow cauterized off from a Laser Cannon direct shot.

  She heard a shriek, turned, and with no ammunition left or blades, she stood just as the Cyborg Girl shrieked. In a full Pink Panic mode, swords raised above her head, she leaped at her.

  Venus went into a role, as the blades swished just missing her head. Standing, she faced off the Cyborg Girl, who was again running at her screaming.

  Instantly, her own senses red lining, and knowing that closer was paramount to her own survival, she leaped on to the CB girl, wrapping her legs around her waist.

  Gripping the girls head in her hands, she leered into the girl’s eyes. She saw the very epicenter of complete insanity and madness. Their eyes locked. Within a micro moment they shared something as then marshaling her tremendous power, she violently wrenched the Cyborg Girls head right off of her body.

  Covered in blue blood, Adray fell to the ground, went into a defensive crouch.

  Frantic, she turned, and leered at Krull withering and moaning on the mud floor.

  She moved, evaluated him as she did. Ripping a leather strap from a table she moved to a crouch to him.

  Red blood, tissue, cartilage, burnt bone were everywhere.

  Though the blast had cauterized most of it, he was still bleeding profusely.

  Without hesitation, she knotted the leather belt above his elbow and made a tourniquet. She touched his face and looked at him with panic, love and grief stricken on her face.

  Sweeping him up in her arms as if he were a child, she turned and began to run to the stairs. Once up them, and running across the expanse of the cave, she exited the door.

  As she ran down the tunnel, she hit the switch on the small remote radio
transmitter on the lapel of her Silver Skins.

  ”OZONE DOWN, KRULL...OZONE DOWN...EVAC...EVAC SECTOR 35-36...REPEAT...EVAC SECTOR 35-36...”

  Racing down the tunnel, she reached the exit door, opened and flew outside.

  Once on street level, she lay Krull to the ground as mobs of people began to gather around them.

  Going into a crouch, she whipped around in a circle, hissing, seething and bellowing at the crowd as she did.

  “BACK...BACK OR I WILL KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKERS.”

  Seeing a Cyborg Girl in full rage was always something as the crowd began to pull back.

  Calming, she laid her hands on Krull’s forehead, monitoring his condition. He was alive, but for how long she could not tell.

  She lifted him and allowed him to rest in her arms.

  As she lovingly touched his blood stained face, she heard sirens and then in the air she heard rotor blades and saw red, blue and green lights in the sky.

  As the EVAC CHOPPER neared, and as she tried to wipe blood from the man she loved face, she felt a blue tear fall down her cheeks.

  As she sat there morning, what she did not know, was that as violent and as horrific as what just had happened was, it would be nothing compared to what awaited her once moving through the darkness and void of a black, deep space.

  Perhaps within those moments she would learn what all Cyborg Girls have known from the day they were created.

  And that was, once a Cyborg Girls heart dies, it dies forever.

  Almost Four Years Later

  Jane

  “Moon River, wider than a mile / I’m crossing you in style someday / Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker / Where ever you’re goin’ I’m goin’ your way / Two Drifters, off to see the world, there’s such a lot of the world to see / We’re after the same rainbow’s end / waitin’ around the bend/ My Huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me.”

  The Violins, Oboes, Chellos, Flutes and orchestra’s magical and ethereal world of music seemed to match the pain, and sadness of a female weeping.

  Adray Venus watching the end of Breakfast at Tiffany’s on a video monitor felt the blue tears gather in her collar bones.