PLOT

OOC: Takes place after this.

It was almost too easy. Janis glanced at Tadeas just to make sure he was still following along after her. It had crossed her mind to try to take his hands but that was too much of a romantic gesture. Janis knew she wouldn’t be able to stomach it. Besides, Tadeas didn’t strike her as the hands holding type. As they headed into the deep of the woods, Janis took another pretend sip of the vodka before hanging it off to Kriz. This time she didn’t make any protest as he downed most of it.

The flask was considerably lighter when it was returned to her hand and Janis made a show of pretending to drink more. Once they reached the clearing, Janis grinned at him. “Last drop is all yours if you want it”, she offered the flask again. Of course he wanted it. The moonlight glinted off the flask as Tadeas took it, downed the last of vodka sedative concoction and looked like he was about to toss the flask over his shoulder.

Stront ! “Hey!” she protested, moving forward to stop him and grabbing the flask back. “I have better things to do then go look in the forest for that”, she remarked as dropped the flask by a near by tree. Vergeet niet dat, het is niet de jouwe. Janis didn’t want to leave any evidence they had been there either. Meanwhile the octopus had decided to come out in Tadeas. Janis grinned and dealt with it, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him close roughly before planting one on him. Slordig, maar niet slecht, she silently rated the kiss but Janis wasn’t here to find out what sort of kisser Tadeas was. The kiss was a distraction as Janis went for his belt.

No doubt Kriz just thought she was eager but there was a reason she was going to the belt that wasn’t the obvious one. Salome had told them that he hated being tied up and Olivia had insisted on that. Even though Janis had said she could simply hold his arms back. Nope, Olivia wanted them restrained and held back. Once she had the belt off, Janis then had to stop him from going for the button on her skirt. A loud cracking noise came from the woods. Dank u Jezus. Janis jumped back away from Tadeas. “What was that?” En het deel van de bange meisje zal worden gespeeld door Janis Bech dames en heren.

Another loud crack, like a branch breaking. “You don’t think...there aren’t any wild animals in this place, are there?” As Janis asked, she moved behind Tadeas as though she was the weak woman seeking protection. Dat zal de dag zijn. While a another noise sounded and Tadeas stepped forward, Janis grabbed the discarded belt. Pressing herself up against Tadeas, back, she grabbed his arms. Gently for her and at first for him before she pulled them backwards and snaked the belt around his wrists. “I heard you like it kinky”, she murmured in his ear as she secured his hands.

The other two women came out from their hiding place. “Is this kinky enough for you?”

Salome was very close to biting her thumbnail and that just wouldn't do; the last thing she needed was other inedible items swimming around in her stomach and the thought brought another frown to her face. Who did that kid think he was?! Yo podría haber sido asesinado! Santa Madre, en caso de que el alcohol se había derrumbado en el estómago o la garganta como la sombrilla que podría haber muerto!

The Spaniard had not been pleased after her experiment with Quinn O'Regan, but had pulled herself together to focus happily on the task of turning Ms Softball 2010 Janis Bech into Ms Hot to Trot and You Can't Touch Diva, who was at the moment trying to convince Tadeas Kriz--the object of currently three women's loathing--to join her amidst the secluded trees of the training area. I doubt she'll have to try very hard. Salome and Olivia had hit a road block with heels but had stuck their own in convincing Janis that a skirt was a necessity in attracting el hijo de puta machista. Their new friend from the Netherlands looked smoking and Salome had no concerns over her success in this particular part of the plan.

But waiting was boring. So boring. And having nothing to do but wait for Janis and Kriz to come into the woods was grating on Salome's nerves so that all she could think about was that freak and what he could have done to her. Her perfect body, torn up on the inside by fucking porcelain! And she had been made to throw up in front of that asshole! And Jack had made a date with her through email! What was up with that?! Gracias a Dios for the pills. Si, a vodka/sedatibe concoction had been created for Kriz but the Spaniard had squirreled away the rest of the tablets for herself. That redheaded Doctor Knight had given them to her so Salome didn't believe they'd kill either Kriz or herself, but it would probably be a good idea to ask if they could become habit forming first before she herself took any. After all, Salome did have Maggie's gravol and the pot that Jacob had somehow slipped under her pillow. Almost made her feel sorry Victor was going to score with the woman Jacob wanted. Almost.

"Meu Deus, onde estão eles?" Salome muttered softly, rolling her head back with a frustrated sigh. She had had to borrow some of Olivia's darker clothes for the covert operation and they weren't all that comfortable and who would have thought simply trying to embarrass the Russian woulc have ended up being so much work?! Maybe it would have been better to push him into the pool and see how that worked out. Olivia was paying more attention than she however, and Salome took her cues from the Latina as voices could suddenly be heard coming closer. Salome beamed. It's them! Finally! Finally that bastardo would get what was coming to him!

The pair moved forward like they had planned, and, after a few beats, Salome smirked and snapped the first branch over her knee. Oh the gorgeous Latina had planned this so well! Ser niño pequeño tiene miedo, que miedo! Listening as Janis played the part of the damsel in distress, Olivia broke the second branch. Salome heard Tadeas loudly hiss in Russian if anyone was there and to come out before he kicked their ass. Salome had to swallow a laugh but they were ready to make their appearance anyway.

The Russian didn't struggle. At first. And Salome thought he might actually believe this little rendezvous with Janis was turning into a foursome. But he must have seen something in Olivia's face because sure enough he started to try and violently pull away from Janis, twisting in her grasp while also attempting to keep clear of Olivia. Of course, the woman had super strength. Tadeas Kriz wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh I think we can do whatever we want to you Tadeas," Salome smirked, unimpressed with his threats. And I'm the only one who can understand them, idiota! There was a strange sensation in the back of her skull but as Salome shook her head it quickly faded away. Hijo de puta! That must have been Kriz, trying to worm his way into her head!

"As pílulas estão funcionando. Ele não vai encontrar seu caminho em uma das nossas cabeças." The pills are working. He won't find his way into either of our heads. She repeated it in Dutch for Janis' sake--yeah, that had been another embarrassing interlude. Of course it all depended on how long the sedatives lasted. Just because Dr. Knight had said it should work for four, five hours on her stomach didn't mean they would last that long on the Russian's mind. But there were several pills in the vodka. We'll be fine!

Olivia was crouched behind a tree with Salome, waiting for Janis to lead Tadeas down to training area. They hadn’t been waiting too long but it felt long since both women were on pins and needles. Could they pull this off? Would the drugs work? Would the filho da puta be stupid enough to think a woman like Janis would truly let him between her legs? Ela vai funcionar. Ele é apenas aquele estúpido. Filho da puta pensa que é presente de Deus para as mulheres. Mais como a maldição de Deus.

Salome was asking about them, clearly having the same doubts as Olivia had a moment ago. “Eles estarão aqui. Não se preocupe”, she whispered back, glancing over at the woman in the darkness. Even in Olivia’s mannish clothes, there was no mistaking Salome for the beautiful woman she was. For the moment Olivia’s mind moved to other things besides revenge and thought it’d be a more pleasant evening if she was leading Salome down her for some alone time. Mantenha a mente focada!

She heard voices then. Janis clear, feminine voice and his gruff, mangled tone. Olivia returned Salome’s smile with a far more sinister grin. She carefully moved forward to peek through the branches and watch Janis in action. Eca! Vou ter que fazer isso por ela, Olivia thought as she watched Janis lay a kiss on Tadeas. He didn’t deserve such attention but it was necessary. Olivia wanted the fucker bound just to add to his fear and this was the way Janis had to do it. From what she could see, Tadeas wasn’t complaining. Enough. I can’t watch any more. Carefully picking up a dried while Salome snapped the first one, her eyes stayed on Tadeas.

She waited a heartbeat before snapping the second branch and giving Janis the distraction she needed. “Let’s go”, she whispered to Salome as Janis worked on binding his hands. He didn’t look worried when Salome stepped out, had probably even been thinking she was going to join in but that changed when he and Olivia stared at each other. She was more likely to rip his dick than suck it which Tadeas knew. “Are we interrupting?” she asked sarcastically, tilting her head with a big, wicked smirk on her face. “So sorry Kriz but you and I, we’ve got unfinished business and it can’t wait”. He yelled in Russian but Olivia ignored it as she strolled forward.

Olivia nodded in satisfaction. “It’s safe”, she told Janis in English. “Kriz can’t do shit, can you?” she asked as stepped in front of him. He spat at her, hitting her chest which only made Olivia’s grin wider as she slapped him across the face. “Manners Kriz. You don’t want to piss me off any more, not when you’re done here alone with us”. Olivia grabbed his face roughly with one hand, another reaching into the back pocket of her jeans to pull out her shiv. This was the part she hadn’t warned the girls about but Olivia knew neither would stop her.

“I made something a while ago. I don’t carry around with me, guards you know”, she said with a careless shrug. “But I brought with me tonight. Thought it would remind you of the old days you talk so much about”. Her shiv was a disposable razor attached to an old pen called a slicer or a garrotte, which she held up to Tad’s face. It wasn’t good for stabbing but it was effective for slicing. “My brothers taught me how to make this. It is fitting, yes?” she hissed. “I am going to talk and you are going to shut the fuck up and listen. Understood?”

Things had been going so well.

She walked just slightly ahead of him into the woods, her ass taking shape in that skirt nicely while a toned pair of legs trailed below. Janis offered more vodka and he took it, not giving her the chance to dispute his 'share.' How far were they going to go? It wasn't like the guards actually spent time combing the forest for residents out in search of a quick lay.

"Da," he grinned, licking his lips at her before downing the rest of her alcohol. Tadeas thought she was going to get mouthy when he went to toss the flask away--nyet, it was only an excuse to get closer and the Russian did, sliding one hand along her ass as the other went to cup her breast. Yeah baby, let's go. Janis started the kissing and went for his belt which was perfectly fine to Tadeas, who could have gone for some oral action before the main show. But all her moving around was getting him hard and Tadeas pinched the button on her skirt.

"Chto?" he asked with an edge of frustration. He wasn't in the mood for a fucking tease; it had been a bitch of a day. While Janis wondered about wild animals and got behind him, Tad humoured her.

"Allo? Kto tam? Nu, poka ya udar svoĭ grebanyĭ zad!"

He grinned when the brunette pressed up tight, but faltered slightly when his own belt was suddenly wrapped around his wrists. "Chto--" Kinky? He looked over his shoulder. Da, he could do kinky. Nothing this one could think of would match Laja after all...What the fuck is this? Victor's little Spanish slut was coming out of the woods, looking for all appearances like the cat that ate the canary. Well if she was looking to eat something else she better get down on her knees quickly.

But then Olivia stepped forward. Tadeas made one last look back at Janis and then started to pull forward. Why the hell couldn't he get away? He tugged harder and harder.

""Chto yebatʹ eto, suka?! Otpusti menya, poka ya sokratitʹ chertovski golovu! Vy ne mozhete tak postupitʹ so mnoĭ!"

The Russian glared at Salome. That's what you think whore! He had pushed his powers today, knew more of what he could do. And if Estrada thought losing memories of her brother was bad she was going to hate living the rest of her life as a fucking vegetable. Screw Wilson and his zombies, Tadeas was going to wipe the powers of speech and movement from the three of these sluts and then--Gde voda? Pochemu ya ne mogu chuvstvovatʹ yee ume?!

Tadeas didn't wait, just spat at the Latina as she stepped up. Estrada slapped him hard in return and Janis held on all the while. They were dead, these bitches were fucking dead--His eyes flashed as Olivia grabbed his face with one hand; they narrowed with false bravado quickly when the glint of metal was suddenly thrust in front of his vision. He'd seen better but this wasn't prison with it's own set of rules and system of revenge. Once again he made a move to wrench his hands away from Janis but her grip was too strong for the average--Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! His heartbeat kicked up a notch and Tadeas tightened his jaw. Maybe with a little slack he could--Nyet. Olivia wasn't loosening her hold either. And they had him bound. In the fucking woods.

"What do you want Oliver?" Tadeas hissed through his teeth, unwilling to let the Latina have her way. "You want to kill me? What will Wilson say to that? Or do your bitches even know about our deal?"

Janis was prepared for the struggling and held fast to Tadeas. A month ago she would have no doubt squeezed to hard and probably broken his arms but Janis had learned to adapt to her increased strength. She still had accidents but Janis had a good sense of just how tightly or softly her touch should be. To her the grip was light but to Tadeas it no doubt felt like he was in a vice grip.

The woman nodded with a grim smile. “Got it”. While she could stop him from getting free, Janis couldn’t stop him from spitting at Olivia and didn’t try to stop Olivia from hitting him back. Bastard verdient een goede klap. Ik ben zo ga een douche nodig hebt wanneer dit allemaal voorbij. Having to let Tadeas feel her up made Janis feel slightly unclean.

“Let’s get this over with”. It had been a fun idea but the longer Janis stood there holding back Tad’s arms, the more she worried that something bad was going to happen. She really didn’t like that look in Olivia’s eyes. Ik dacht dat dit was te veronderstellen gewoon een grap. It was taking too long for a simple prank and it got worse when Olivia pulled out the shank.

“Neuken”, Janis breathed but she didn’t let go of Tadeas. No, she held on as Tadeas struggled again, tighening her grip ever so slightly. Though Juvie hadn’t been as bad as regular prisons, Janis had seen her fair share of homemade weapons there. Toothbrushes and bedsprings were everyone’s favorite, mostly carried for protection against the lifers. The kids who most likely to end up in prison. Janis had a feeling Olivia would have been a lifer.

Deal? What deal? “We’re not going to kill you”, Janis blurted out because she sure as fuck wasn’t killing anyone tonight. This had not gone the way she had thought it would. No plans to back out yet but Janis looked at Olivia and Salome, a look that said ‘what the fuck?’ “Niemand is stervende, nietwaar?”, she looked at Salome for confirmation since she could speak both Dutch and Portuguese.

Salome wished she had brought a camera, or had had a camera to bring...in fact she should probably put that in to Felicia as a request, the Spaniard could have a lot of fun with a--¡Mierda!

Tadeas spitting on Olivia could have been expected, and si, the Latina getting some physical pay back of her own was completely understandable; Salome had even entertained slapping the bastardo around a few times herself, why would anyone not take that opportunity? But Salome hadn't expected the blade. Unlike Olivia and her new friend Janis, Salome knew nothing about hand-made shivs, sharpened bed springs or other uses for toothbrushes, or the world from which all those things were created. From her place behind Olivia her mouth opened to speak then closed. What the hell was happening here? This hadn't been part of the plan! Olivia hizo el plan, Olivia quería vengarse de - ¿para qué?! Oh, mierda! No, Salome hadn't asked any specific questions about this evening and that was her own fucking fault.

Though she didn't let go of Kriz Janis obviously hadn't been let in the darker details of this 'prank' either. And deal? Her eyes zig-zagged from the back of Olivia's head to Tad's enraged stare to Janis' confused one.

"Ingen!" the Spaniard shot back, then immediately bit her bottom lip. She certainly wasn't going to kill anyone tonight but--but if Kriz died they would all be accountable. Hva faen har han gjort med deg Olivia?! Her mind still running on Dutch Salome began to speak lightly to her friend then shook her head and went back to Portueguese.

"Ingen kommer til å---Ah---Ninguém vai morrer esta noite, baby, né?" Nobody is going to die tonight, right baby? The brunette wanted to reach out to touch Olivia's shoulder, shoulders she had touched before always in affection, but dropped her hand at the last second worried about what the Latina would do if distracted so suddenly. Salome forced an easy laugh. "This is all part of the joke, si? Teach him a lesson. Scare the asshole and then...then let him go." Her humour had left her half-way through. "Querida?"

Yes. That was exactly what she wanted and how sweet would it be to slice the cocksucker’s throat and watch him choke. Olivia gave it serious thought. Why not? He’s the threat. The only one Wilson can use against me. If I let him live he’ll just do worse. The Latina’s grinned evilly at Tadeas. “Deal’s no good if you’re dead”, she murmured but then Janis and Salome were chickening out her. Olivia’s eyes moved from Tadeas face to Janis when she insisted they weren’t going to kill him. She wanted to tell her new friend to shut the fuck up but then Salome chimed in.

She wanted to yell that no, this wasn’t a joke and that fucker deserved to die but at that moment Olivia’s anger frightened her enough for her to step back. To reconsider. “Não”, she finally said. “I’m not here to kill you cocksucker. I’m here to take. You took something of mine and now I’m gonna return the favor”. With those words, Olivia went for his pants and jerked them down to his knees, exposing his boxers. She pushed his head back so he couldn’t look down. “Don’t worry, you’ll be the only who will miss it. I’m sure your meretriz Strauss won’t”. With a skilled hand, Olivia swiped at Tadeas’ privates.

That got a scream.

Olivia just nicked the skin. Enough to scare but it was just a simple scratch. She was careful and Tadeas still has his manhood intact. The cut was above, near the pubic bone area. A little bit of blood on the razor which Olivia showed him. “Next time, next time you go into my head and I will cut you to pieces!” Olivia yelled before punching him again and then slamming her knee into his groin. Hard.

Between the sedatives, the scare and the blows, Tadeas slumped forward unconscious. “He’s out, you can let him go”, she said to Janis, stepping back as the Dutch girl let the man fall. Olivia let out a ragged sigh, “I feel a little better”, she admitted as she stared down a Kriz.

One final humiliation came to mind. “Let’s take his clothes back with us”, she suggested and grabbed the pants, pulling them off completely.

Myatezh. Dissention in the ranks and secretly Tadeas was placing his hopes on Janis and Salome's weak stomach's for this type of work. He was also terrified that Estrada was actually going to use that razor on him, take out an eye given how close the fucking thing was to his face. But if her bitches were getting cold feet then maybe they could convince--

Olivia had backed up but the Russian's smirking relief was short lived as she pulled down his pants despite his kicking and struggles--in hindsight probably helped along by this. Tadeas' eyes peeled back, all snow white as her intention became clear and yet he couldn't get free of Janis' grip, was push tight against the woman as Olivia took hold of his head to limit his vision. Over the Latina's shoulder he could see Salome had her hands up to her mouth but that wasn't going to save the cunt now. Nyet, if Tadeas' came out of this alive they were all dead women!

He screamed as the shiv flashed down, never doubting that Estrada wouldn't mean what she said, the sting of metal meeting flesh...not at all what had been expected. His mouth was open and he was panting when Olivia screamed in his face. Ona ne vyrezatʹ yego. Svyatoĭ poblagodaritʹ yebatʹ, ya vse yeshche chelovek! Tadeas couldn't duck away from the punch through, which knocked his head back hard, and there was no thinking after the bitch kneed him, all Tad's nerve ending lighting up and a screeching pain rushing over him. The Russian moaned, gave a dry heave, and then slumped over in Janis' grip. Between Olivia and the drugs, the damage was done.

Tadeas is now unconscious.

Janis wasn’t reassured by Olivia’s words even though the Latina promised she wouldn’t kill Tadeas. If she wasn’t reassured Janis could only imagine how Tadeas felt. When he tried to pull Janis felt a fleeting moment of pity for the man. It crossed her mind to let him go but in for a penny, in for a pound. Janis couldn’t back out now when she was in so deep and kept her grip tight.

Oh God dit gaat te slecht. Janis flinched as Tadeas screamed. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ze sneed zijn pik af! We gaan om te worden gedood! Once Wilson and those fucking guards got word of this Janis had no doubt that the punishment would be severe. The screaming was going to attract the guards but before Janis could move her hand to clamp it over his mouth, Tadeas stopped. Janis looked down. Ze deed het niet. Oh God zij dank!

Oh. My. God. Janis gapped at Olivia. No wonder the woman was so fucking angry at Tadeas but she still had no idea what exactly Tadeas did. Whatever it was it had to be bad enough to deserve this. Janis hoped it was. Olivia didn’t hold back with the blows and soon the Czech man was out. Janis let him drop to the ground and looked at Salome then Olivia. She let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Talk about intense! “Now what?”

The Dutch woman looked at Olivia and then down at Tadeas. Who Olivia had started to strip. “He deserved this, toch?” She waited for Olivia or Salome to confirm it before nodding to herself and undid his hands before pulling off his hoodie and wifebeater at the same time.

With the shirts and belt in hand, Janis groped around on the ground to find Olivia’s flask while the girls finished with the rest of his clothes. Once she was sure it was empty, Janis screwed the top back on and looked at Olivia and Salome who had the rest of the clothes. “Are we finished here? Good. Let’s get out of here before the guards come around. Someone had to hear that scream”.

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