Not Quite the Love Shack

As Rose pulled up at the place, I had to rub my eyes to make sure that I was seeing things right.

“Are you sure that this is the right place?” I asked as I stared forward at what looked like a sloven hovel. That was the best way to describe it. Another way to describe it was a shack that was put together with boards and nails sometime around 30 years ago. The place looked barely any bigger than a shipping container.

“Yep, this is their place, though I haven’t been here in ages, so I don’t know what’s changed,” Rose said.

“Exactly how long ago are we talking,” Regina asked as she peeked her head out of the window.

“Since before the war,” Rose said as she parked the car. She leaned forward and her eyes went wide. “Fuck. They’re Wuurts.”

“They’re what?” Regina asked as Rose tried to fiddle with the car, but it was too late. The door of the shack had flung open and two people stepped out, armed with what looked like laser guns.

“Don’t move if yer don’t wantcher faces blown to kingdom come!” the woman said, walking slowly towards the car with two pistols pointed at us. All I could do was raise my hands in the air. I could have tried to give myself some kind of power that would stop them, but I truly had no idea what these people were capable of. A good hero makes sure they know plenty about the situation at hand, even if it means waiting. “Outta the car.” The three of us obliged, hands still in the air. The next thing I knew, a bag was thrown over my head. There was some kind of strange odor in it, as I felt myself lose consciousness.

After some time, I woke up, the bag having been removed. I was clearly in some kind of basement area. My hands were tied above my head and I was strung up on a meat hook that was on a rail system so my feet couldn’t touch the ground. I looked to the left and saw Regina, then to the right to see Rose. Neither of them were awake yet. No sign of Paws, however. In front of me, however, drew my attention the most.

There was a man, hunched over and covered in rags and grease stains. He had a rifle of some sort of sci-fi tech resting on his shoulder, and was staring at me. His blonde hair was a complete mess, all disheveled like he had been sleeping in the dirt. His body looked pretty well defined, despite how run-down this shack looked. He had a smirk on his face as he stared at me.

“Well Shayna, whatcha think of ‘em?”

I turned my head to look at Shayna, the woman who had . She had greasy brown hair that came down to her shoulders. She had bags underneath her hazel eyes, which contrasted against her tan skin. My eyes went down, tracing over her curves. I couldn’t believe my eyes that she had probably DD cups, or maybe even larger. I gulped a little, a part of me wanting to stick my face right between them.

“I think that these trespassers need to learn who runs this area,” she said as she aimed a laser pistol at my face. “Y’all needs to quit sending them government dogs after us! Maybe y’all learn if we stuff yah into some body bags!”

“Uh, Rose? Rose!” I shouting, hoping to wake them up. Wait, why the hell was I hoping. I focused on the ring that Rose and Regina would wake up.

“Wha-what’s going on?” Rose said as she woke up, looking around. “Where am I? Oh, hey Shayna.”

“Right, you know these two,” Regina said, turning her head. “So, explain to me why we’re strung up in a basement?”

“Hey, Shayna. Would you mind letting me and my friends down? I’d really appreciate it,” Rose said with her best pleading voice.

“Oh, we’ll let y’all down,” Mark said with a chuckle. “But first, we’s gonna have some fun with y’all.”

“Uh, what kind of fun?” Rose asked, a little nervous. Mark and Shayna both licking their lips and staring at our bodies gave us our answers. “Ah, come on, you don’t have to do that. We can play later, right?”

“Can it, toots!” Mark said, turning his rifle towards Rose. “You gotta lotta gall coming back here after whatchu did.”

“The hell did you do?” Regina asked.

I sighed, trying to think of a solution. Then, hearing Regina’s voice, I had the perfect plan. I focused on Shayna to try and influence her away from Rose and towards Regina.

“Actually, we’re gonna start here with yer friend,” Shayna said as she walked over to Regina. “No matter how much she hollers, we ain’t opening up till we’re done with her.” The two of them pulled Regina into a separate room and shut the door.

“Whew,” I said before turning to Rose. “Well, we got some time to kill. Mind explaining what you did and why you brought us here?”

“First of all, can you get us down from here?” Rose asked, shifting her weight on the hook. “This is really starting to hurt my wrists.”

“Yeah, mine too,” I said. First, I elongated myself a little so that my feet could touch the floor. After that, I elongated just a little more so I could easily slip my hands off the hook, then returned to my normal size. Using my superstrength, I easily broke the bindings. Then, I walked over and lifted Rose off the hook. “Damn, you’re pretty light.”

“No, you’re just superstrong,” Rose said, lowering her hands. “Alright, break me out of these.”

“No, not yet,” I said, crossing my arms.

“But, they could be back any minute for us,” Rose said, looking at the door and hearing the grunts and moans. “We’ll go, come up with a plan to save Regina, and get back here.”

“Oh, it’s not Regina I’m worried about,” I said with a chuckle. “But, you’ve got some answering to do.