502: Slapped in the Face
“And that’s when I slapped her face with my big fat cock!” a moustache sporting, wrinkled Purple Cape guard laughed.
“Would never have guessed!” the youngest of the present guards rolled his eyes.
Five men were sitting at an improvised table that consisted of a couple of barrels and a wooden board over it, playing cards.
The youngest guard looked at the cards on the table, then back to his two cards. He flicked the corner of one card a couple of times, threw a studying glance at the third guy present at the table, and then dropped the cards face-down. “Fold.”
“Ha! Didn’t want to get slapped around by my big sausage?” moustache man laughed and then turned to the last man still in the game and asked, “And what about you?”
“Holy fuck!” the man jumped up and nearly knocked the entire set-up over.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” the moustache man shouted. But when he got no reaction, he looked at where his card buddy was looking and saw a most peculiar group approach their station.
Three women with sunken postures and with their hands behind their backs were led across the long, narrow stone bridge by three Purple Cape soldiers: one on each side of their captives and the third behind them.
All five guards got on their feet and searched for their weapons as if they only now remembered what their job was at one of the gatehouses to the Pits.
The three Purple Capes and their captives crossed the bridge and stopped just short of the guard post. The female Purple Cape slowly—almost nervously—walked forward.
“Ava?” the moustache man asked.
“Are you so drunk that you can’t even recognize me anymore?” Ava asked with disgust. “I’m here to lock up the suspects of the Underground Massacre, murder of Captain Rivaldo, and the burning of the Beaver District.”
“You apprehended them?” moustache man asked, clearly doubtful that Ava was capable of such a feat.
“Yes, Charles,” Ava replied in kind. “So how about you stop wasting our time and let us pass? I need to lock them up as quickly as possible and inform Captain Flavna.”
“Holy Cock, this is serious, Charles!” one of the other guards said to the moustache man.
But Charles wasn’t listening. Instead, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Beatrice. Those giga-tits. That strangely colored hair. The tail around her waist that dangerously rivaled the thickness of his cock.
“Haven’t I seen you somewhere?” Charles asked Beatrice as he took a few steps closer.
“Back off!” Ava said strongly and put her hand on Charles’ armored chest. She applied enough force for the moustached guard to notice and stop, even though he was over a foot taller than Ava, and she had to look up as she spoke. “They’re my prisoners! And you’re wasting everybody’s time.”
“Still talking as if you hold rank over any of us,” Charles laughed. “Hoping for Mimi’s spot once she gets her promotion?”
“I swear to all the gods and demons that if you don’t let us pass right now…” Ava practically snarled while air quickly cooled around the hand she had on Charles’ chest and a thin layer of frost formed on his armor.
“What?” Charles called Ava’s bluff. “You think you got your ticket? You forget your place! But don’t worry—we’ll take it over from here.”
“Ha! I’m almost tempted to—"
“Cough-cough,” the redhead captive suddenly coughed, hiding her face.
“… Yeah, sure!” Ava said loudly after a pause. “Take them and go straight to the Captain! And while you’re on your way use that time to figure out an explanation for why you reek of booze while on active duty.”
“Erm… Charles…” one of the five guards nervously tugged the moustache man on the arm.
“Cards, huh?” Ava asked as she looked at the table behind the men. “How about we all invite the Captain for a couple of rounds? I heard she loves the game.”
“No, she doesn’t!” Felix suddenly spoke up.
Ava and everyone else looked at Felix with the exact same expression: “Duh!”
“Hurry up,” Charles all but choked on the words as he stepped aside and gestured toward the small gate. Two guards instantly rushed to the arched doors and pulled on the metal rings to open them.
“Thank you!” Ava said and then gestured to Felix and Joshua to lead the captives forward. “Oh, by the way, did you remember to water my plants?”
“Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?” Charles asked.
One of the other guards next to Charles suddenly lightly hit him on the back, “You forgot!? Ava was right! You drink way too much!”
“No, I don’t, I have a great memory!” Charles stood his ground. “Hit me again and I’ll knock you on your ass! I never watered any plants in my life and I’m not about to start! Now take your prisoners and get out of my sight!”
“Don’t worry, Ava, I’ll take care of it!” the younger guard said. “You just get the prisoners locked up.”
“Y-yeah,” Ava nodded and walked past the guards while the redhead captive whispered something to the shortest of the three prisoners with the bleached hair.
“Hey, no talking!” Charles shouted to the young women. “Or do you also want to get slapped with my big fat-DHUAGHK!”