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Mistress vs Ironclad
Topic Started: Dec 29 2016, 02:34 AM (32 Views)
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Inside the smoke filled clubhouse of the Hells Angels, the jukebox is blasting music loudly. Beer is being consumed repeatedly by the glass in a victorious manner. Outsider women are bent over the pool tables being forcefully restrained while being raped repeatedly. The mood is loud and boisterous.


Ironclad comes out of the back and the bar erupts with cheers. The leader of the group just oversaw a secret drug transport that netted five hundred thousand dollars. But the look on Ironclads face wasn't of the cheerful mood as it was all about business, not pleasure.


Ironclad scans the group and settles on his target. He starts his way over as guys are patting him on the shoulder as he passes. He reaches his target and stops. A woman looks up at Ironclad with a look of fear in her eyes. The noise dies down to silence as everyone looks on. Ironclad grabs the woman by the back of the head and slams her face into the wall. The woman cries out in pain as blood streams from her shattered nose. He turns her around and unleashes a slap to her face that echoed throughout the building. The woman falls to the ground writhing in pain as blood flows from her face like a slow river.


Ironclad: This is what we do to those who cannot keep their fucking mouths shut. Because of this slut, we are being watched. Moles will not be tolerated, understood!


He looks at a guy standing in front of him, and walks slowly in his direction. The husky guy has a name patched onto his cut, which reads Knuckles. Ironclad looks at the husky guy, and grabs him by the throat.


Ironclad: I told you to keep your bitch in line. This isn't the first time she has done this. I shrugged it off the first time, but because you couldn't control your woman like a man should, now means her blood is on your hands. An example will be made out of you, your woman and your unborn bastard of a son.


He releases his grip around Knuckles throat, and the guy drops gasping for air. Ironclad turns back to the weeping woman who is still on the ground. He rears back and punts her in the midsection repeatedly until silence is heard. He picks up her limp body and tosses it in the direction of his fellow club member. The woman is on the floor in front of her man,with the occasional whimper escaping her bloody, weak, lifeless body. Ironclad makes eye contact with the Knuckles, and walks back over to him and glares.


Ironclad: Next time, I won't be so forgiving. Keep her in line, or you and the bitch will die. I hope the pain that you feel inside you will make you understand where you and your whore stands in this club. Now clean up her mess before the same happens to you.


Ironclad is looking out the window of his makeshift residence in the woods.


Ironclad: You have to assert dominance in order to make sure everyone knows their place. But every once in awhile, someone decides that it's best not to stay in line. There is always one that likes to push the boundaries, but it is always met with consequences.


Ironclad turns around and looks straight ahead, a grim expression is draped across his face.


Ironclad: It all started with Adam and Eve. Eve was created to be the support for Adam, but she decided that she was going to think for herself. But it was met with consequences. You see Destiny, you decided to go rogue just like Eve. Nothing is more insulting than having a woman thinking that she's equal to a man. In my world women were regulated to the background. They knew their places, only to be used for dinner and sex when the urge hit, and to show off in front of others. If they knew their place, they were protected. Other than that, they were worthless pieces of trash like you Destiny.


Ironclad takes a breath and walks to his table, pulls out a chair and sits. On the table is a continuous games of solitaire still in progress. He picks up the cards and continues to play, flipping one card over at a time in a methodical manner.


Ironclad: I know all about your background, Destiny. A dominatrix who took pleasure abusing weak minded males into submission, while getting your rocks off at the same time. You claim to be in control, but it is all a mirage, a farce. You hide behind your slutty outfits, your toys, and your weak willed slaves. Behind all of the illusion, stands a weak woman, who in her mind, is a tough lady. You are a whore to your own thoughts, falling victim to the ideas that invade you. It is sad that your mind is tougher than your will is Destiny. Just proves that your mind is a scary place to live in.


Ironclad pauses for a second, stands up and walks to the fridge. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, pops the top off and takes a big swig. He heads back over to the table. He sits at the table, and continues to play his game


Ironclad: I must admit I have been impressed with your rise over the past few weeks. Top talent have fell at your feet. With each victory your confidence grew, and I'm glad it did. You will need every bit of confidence this week. I am going to show you what true dominance is like. You wanted to go rogue, now I must put you in your place. Destiny, your quick ascension will turn into a free fall, just like your pathetic life. I am going to hurt you, make you suffer, cry for help, and bleed. I will treat you like the whore your portray, and abuse you, then I will beat you within an inch of your life for your stupidity. No safety word is going to help you, your weak willed slaves won't help you. The world will see what happens to a woman who oversteps her boundaries.


Ironclad stands up and walks back to the window. He puts his hands on the wall and stares out into the dusk. He speaks with a stern, soft tone


Ironclad: You will be unrecognizable and a shell of your former self, and you only have yourself to blame. Be prepared Destiny, your time is coming to an end. After its all said and done you will be nothing more than an afterthought. Mistress Destiny will be tamed once and for all, and relegated to the background, where you should have stayed in the first place. I hope your ready Destiny…..because I will be.


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