Sin and Sadie

Sin and Sadie


A tear dripped down to her angry lips.  A line of clear liquid traced in crooked turns the sensual curve of her neck into the awe inspiring depths of her cleavage.  Shallow breathing rippled her tight abdominal muscles as she knelt on the hard and broken ground, savouring the delightful feeling of growing rage.  She had crushed the fragile boulder beneath her, falling hard from the ceiling after the Cryptia opened, splitting the earth under her knee.  Now she knelt in the crater, enjoying the pain, tasting the avarice.

Dirty pink drips slid off of her powerful knee, blood and water, shattered rock and mighty flesh.  Juhnka felt the urge to stand up and open her eyes.  She knew that god-dammed Cryptia was some sort of trap.  Now she was really pissed off.  Warm tingles of anger simmered under her gorgeous green skin.  Gritted teeth and clenched fists.  Looks like she was gonna enjoy this fun little field trip after all.

Doom, danger, deceit...now I understand the single droplet down her cheek.  The looming threat of death. a haunted mine, imminent conflict with unknown denizens of  the underworld?  Skull breakers like Juhnka would never dare shed a tear, unless they were really really happy.

Unforgiving pale blue eyes glared at her immediate surroundings, promising the walls themselves that she meant business.  If stone could have felt the bitter sting of terror, those rocks would have been trembling under their mossy blankets.

Filthy chiseled walls adorned with smoky torch-light.  A couple mangled skeletons impaled into the floor with goblin blades.  Screaming expressions eternally engraved on their dead mugs, sealed in this dingy tomb of a mine.  Sickly white spiders, glowing like pale wraiths, scuttling on the tall ceiling.  Their gossamer webs wafting in the stinky breeze, clinging to rusted iron chains dangling all over the expansive room.  Nice.  Her kinda place.

Before the sultry orc could be bothered to move a mighty muscle, the distinctive shriek of evil hell minions echoed in the darkness of the corridors.  Some sort of dank and deadly devils screaming ravenously at the smell of warm blood and flesh.  There were plenty of them.  And they were getting closer.  Her idea of a good time.

An impatient puppy, eager to go out and play, the heavy war hammer tugged playfully against her shoulder as she stood to face the approaching din of devilry.  She dusted off the firm curve of her backside, cracked her knuckles at her sides and stood ready.  Ferociously still.  Smiling.

Shadows presented themselves in the twisted dance of flickering light.  Whatever they were, they were small...no more than four feet tall.  Distorted over-sized ears poked out of their bobbing heads.  Three-fingered claws clutched jagged blades, broken on the bones of their previous victims.  Yup.  Blue Back Gremlins.  Bunches of 'em.  Her lucky day.

More than a mere irritation, the slimy and generally unpleasant Blue Backs are the bane of would be adventurers who choose to travel to the deep and dank pits of the world.    Named for the intricate patterning of bright blue lizard-like skin, accented with black spots that covered their icky bodies, making them look like a belligerent army of poisoned frog minions.  Encountered one at a time, their darting blades, pointy little teeth, and ill tempered agenda would put a serious kink in your plans - if you happened to survive the experience.  But when happened upon in large numbers, well, you might as well just check straight into a cemetery.

Jo, on the other hand, had different plans for the rest of her evening.

Coming into the chamber, scratching the ground on all fours, the first little shit shrieked annoyingly before it leapt impressively toward the beautiful orcs' lovely snarling visage.  A green blur, a powerful hand catching the pointy ears in mid air and then slamming it into the ground so hard that pale blue gremlin goo splattered hideously up and down her bare legs, and spattered to the far walls of the room.  Not a bone left unbroken.  Not just dead, but really really messy dead.

Practically crashing into each other as they screeched to a halt in front of the crouching, blue-blood-stained lioness, they stared wide-eyed at the carnage before them.  Icy eyes glared under long black lashes as she raised her blood-soaked hand to her lips and passionately licked the back of her fist.

"Mmmmm," Juhnka growled menacingly, letting her tongue sensuously lick her full lips.  "Dead gremlins are yummy."

Ear shattering squeals, as fearful as they were scornful, filled the room when the remaining pack lunged at the smirking green vixen.  A wet blur of green muscle and blue blood spun around violently.  High pitched shrill screams turned into bone-crunching grunts and shallow death rattles.  Pounding in rapacious revelry, the fine feral orc turned half a dozen gremlin devils into an expressionist painting of spattered hemoglobin in the brutal blink of an eye.

Cartilage cracked deliciously.  Femurs fractured melodiously.  And the ceiling dripped heavily with the sanguine rain of murderous malicious monsters of this most malodorous of mines.  You should have been there.  It was pure jade poetry in violent motion.

Her last killing strike came down so hard against the final blue wretch that the very pillar of stone behind him pulverized into atomized earth.  Gleaming fangs shone contentedly behind a cloak of cerulean plasma.  How she loved this.  How she lived for it.

More threatening whoops and dancing shadows approached, promising that round one had only been a curtain-raiser.  The fighting was far from over.  There were more of them this time.  And now they were pissed.  Good.  Let's get ready for the main event.

Quaking and warm in her hands, the giant war hammer slipped happily from it's leather straps, to be swung once again to the thunderous applause of fractured heads and broken stone.  Hardened steel was introduced to yielding flesh with symphonic melody.  A dozen scuttling snarling gremlin buggers flooded into the fray, only to be quickly knocked into oblivion.  Bodies piled prettily as a dozen quickly became two.  Now the odds were becoming truly dire.  Now Juhnka's gorgeous body faced almost insurmountable odds.  Now this was finally getting interesting.

The dance expanded to fill the room, blue bodies flying to and fro, a tantalizing emerald heartbreaker in the middle, swinging her war hammer with riotous glee.  A lucky scratch from a nasty little gremlin blade introduced few drops of orc blood into the mix.  The truth was that it kind of felt good.  The truth was that she kind of liked it.

A particularly fiendish gremlin attacker tried to jump on her back in a moment of distraction, but found himself cleft in two by the business end of her unforgiving weaponry.  Another pitiless imp experienced the pleasure of swallowing several of his own fangs before he was embraced by the cold arms of unconsciousness.  There were only a few left now.  Too bad.  Why are the fun times always over too quickly?

Always a fan of big finishes, the beautiful murderer of monsters roared with thunderous vengeance, and carved a final bloody swath through the snarling beasties.  

Cold air echoed with the sickening sound of metal rending gremlin hide.

Only three left.

Sticky sweet blue goo showered from above, like the deluge of the damned.

Only two.

No more shrieking, only rale of the fallen, and the involuntary twitching of severed limbs.

One left...and he was an ugly little bugger too.

The hammer hit the last goblin with such force as to have killed a sturdy mountain, but instead of the pleasing burst of periwinkle goop, Juhnka gasped at the eruption of sandy dust that exploded from the body.  

She couldn't see.

Another trap.  A god damned sand-man decoy trap.

A thieves trick.  An assassin's gambit.

Itching dust and haze ruse.

Powder in her eyes.  Blindness.  

Spinning shapes moving around her.

Not gremlins.

Something else.  Something worse.

Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, swatting wildly with her mighty hammer only to miss entirely and continue to loose her footing.

Cold metal clanking loudly against her wrist.

The green beauty countered quickly to kill whatever made the noise, but it rolled behind her strong thighs with impossible agility.  

Another clank clicked onto her opposite wrist, and another skilful tumble to avoid the imminent funerary swat of her fist.

Whatever they are...there's gotta be two of them.  And whoever they are...they're faster than even she is.  That's good.  It will make it even more fun when she crushes their heads.

The clattering sound of a spoke wheel, the inescapable certainty of shackles, and the beautiful Jo felt her arms being tugged inexorably overhead.  She flexed her powerful arms back to her sides, but the iron was a bit too thick for her to bend.  Damn...she knew she should have stopped by the imperial gym more often last term.

Blindness and rage blazed within her hot green body, while she gnashed her fangs and pulled against the iron chains with all of her might.  Furious roars echoed from her powerful pipes, while blue gremblin goop slid erotically off of her shining jade skin.  The sting of the powder kept her eyes clamped shut tight as she fought against her inescapable bondage and battled her unseen enemies.

Some sort of dammed magic words from some unseen caster, a quick sprinkle of another treacherous powder against the laces of her trusty animal-skin boots, and suddenly Jo's feet felt like they were tied to boulders.  A burden of magnitude spell,  adding impossible weight to any object, held her adorable big orc boots heavily to the stone floor, spread three or four feet apart.  With all the imposing strength of her fit, gorgeous, green thighs our orc brawler fought to lift herself up.  But they had her snared like a shark in a net.

As if to ram the point home, a strip of fine fabric was pulled sharply into her mouth from behind.  Some sort of cloth separating her back teeth, muffling her gnashing death threats.  Tasted elvish.  A god dammed gag.  Talk about insult to injury.  Jo was gonna have to keep their skulls as book ends for this.  Whoever they were.  

Small hands pressed carefully against her quaking, thrashing, blood-stained body.  Four of them.  Pressing something warm and wet against her glistening green skin.  What the hell?

She was gonna smash them into mushy puddles.

Gentle swipes felt their way around her body.  Something smooth.  Smelled kinda good, actually.  Like bubble bath.

She was gonna beat them with their own...their own...seriously what the hell were they doing?

With the utmost delicacy they wiped her growling face.  Warm water caressed her eyelashes.  Stinging decoy powder washed away with loving attention.  Juhnka glared at the two small figures in front of her through blinking blurry eyes.  Sight returned to her glowing blue peepers.  Two small female silhouettes stood politely before her.

She was gonna...wrench off their...

Wait...

As clarity descended, the mighty Juhnka recognized the two deadly beauties before her.  Her icy eyes widened in disbelief.  A surprising gasp muffled into her gag.

She was in big, big trouble.

It was Sin and Sadie.