More fun
Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 7 by micdan282 micdan282

What's next?

That Night

Nightingale swung over the city landing on a rooftop, she’d spent the night interrogating the Westerns only to get nowhere. They were just the buyers of the guns from the previous night which meant she’d have to talk to the Corpses to find out where the guns came from.

She stormed their base, fighting off gang members with ease. One thug barely raised his bat before she flipped over him, landing a kick to the back of his head that sent him sprawling.

“Get her!” someone barked but she was already moving. A blade slashed where her ribs had been a half-second earlier. She ducked, slid between his legs, popped up behind him and elbowed him hard in the spine. He crumpled. The third one came at her swinging wildly. She sidestepped, caught his wrist mid-arc, and used his own momentum to flip him onto the ground.

The last two hesitated, their mistake. She leapt into the air and landed with a spinning heel to one’s jaw. The final thug turned to run. She aimed her baton, ready to throw it when she noticed someone running for an exit. She froze, it was her parolee, Devin.

Devin what are you doing here?

Unfortunately, this was enough of a distraction for a gang member to sneak up behind and hit her over the head with a bat. The world spun. One second she was upright, the next, the rough ground rushed up to kiss her cheek. Voices swam somewhere above her, garbled, like shouting underwater. Her vision narrowed to a pinhole. She blinked. Once. Twice. Everything was fuzzy. Two muscular thugs grabbed her on either side, pinning her too her knees. The thug with the bat walked to the front of her, smiling wickedly.

“Did you really think you could come in here and fuck with us. We’re the Corpses you stupid bitch.” He reached down and gave her boobs a squeeze.

“Damn, those are a nice set.”

“Where did… get…guns?” Nightingale mumbled, trying to regain her strength as her breast continued to be fondled. The thug with the bat laughed.

“Honey, the question you should be asking is what you can do to get out of this in one piece.” He grabbed her head and pushed it into his crotch. The thugs broke into laughter at Nightingale's humiliation. The lead thug swung at her, knocking her out cold. “Get the chains. We’re gonna have some fun.”

What's next?

More fun
Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)