Beatrix Belladonna in B.A.B.S. : A Cyberpunk Adventure

Neon graffiti spray paint swamped the brick alley, the drawings lewd and the words even lewder. The stench of urine, defecation, alcohol, vomit, semen, and garbage mixed into a grotesque cocktail, not to mention the splatters of fresh blood that socked into the cracks and began to dry. “Fuck my arse,” yelled Babs Seed who ducked down, another hail of bullets whizzing overhead. Her skintight suit clung to her curves, sticky with sweat, her heart hammering all the while.

She was the leader of her mercenary unit, and as such took the lead...which meant her freckled ass was always directly on the line. Her plush curves gave way to taut muscles below, her sweaty mane half-shaven in its punk-style cut. She chomped on her cigarette, smoke pouring from it and the assault rifle slung over a shoulder, which she leveled and fired into the darkness.

The scream of bullets split the air. “Goddamn bitch,” came a yell, one of her pursuers dropping with a thud.

Babs tapped on her communicator, crackle and static making her wince. “Where the fuck is my backup?!”

“A little busy,” replied one of her squad mates. It was difficult to tell which over the confusion.

Realizing she was on her own with her unit otherwise engaged, and that her quarry had turned hunter and led her into a dead end, she cursed incoherently. “So this is it, huh.” She inhaled, breathed smoke from her burning, flaring nostrils, her weapon threatening to overheat. She was down to her last magazine, and didn't exactly have any cover here.

She tried not to think about what they'd do if she was caught. Take her away and torture her? Rip her clothes off and have their way with her before they put a bullet through her brain? No, likely worse. They would probably remove her organs and cybernetics that multiplied her reflexes, laughing all the while and leaving her to bleed out amongst the dregs.

Taking a final look skyward, at the rolling smog that cloaked the nightmarish city, she felt strangely serene, almost zen for once in her life. She'd never been good at much other than breaking things, tried her hands at being a mechanic, just to have her cutie mark spitefully spit in her face. Now she just lived to have a good time, thrilling in the moment, spiting the world at large.

A smoke grenade rolled her way. She shrieked out her rage, fired blindly in the direction it came from, coughing as her eyes burned and teared up. Silhouettes moved through the gray cloud, no doubt hopeful they could take her alive. For a moment she considered a pistol at her hip, knowing that at least there wouldn't be much pain if she painted the area with her brains.

Instead she remembered her spare grenade. Pull the pin and she'd take the bastards all with her. She chuckled and her half-finished fag toppled out of her lips. She whispered, “Come on, boys. Just a little closer...”

It happened all at once. Her pursuers opened fire in a flash of light. The air itself opened into a widening slit, a bluish-white portal shimmering and humming in mid-air, swirling and gobbling up the gunfire. “Oh crap,” came a feminine squeak from within the nexus. From it popped out several smoke bombs, rolling out and spitting out plumes of noxious, colored smoke.

Babs stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her attackers, a bunch of burly cyborgs, sputtering in confusion and spraying wildly. She ducked down, thankful the mysterious void between them continued to eat up whatever was thrown its way, and laid her own shots into them, screams sounding as their knees were cut out beneath them in a messy red spray.

“Perfect,” hissed a deep, sensual voice from above, crouched down like a slinky animal with leather bat wings unfurled.

“Flutterbitch,” mouthed Babs under her breath. “Finally decided to join the party, huh?”

The rather voluptuous vampire went completely naked, like she always did on the hunt, relishing the blood she spilled over her supple curves. Her eyes were scarlet, her pouty lips opened with a hiss that exposed sharp fangs, and she pounced down on a mortally wounded merc, straddling him in a suggestive manner and noisily, messily sinking her teeth into his throat.

Flesh tore and his messy discharge ran down her bulbous breasts. Happily she sucked on him, eyes rolling into her head with ecstasy, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyelashes fluttering, draining his body dry as it kicked and quivered.

Babs shook her head and carefully marched closer, weapon still at the ready in case while she confirmed kills and made certain the wounded wouldn't be able to pull any last tricks. From the communicator in her ear she could hear the battle dying down, certain that her mercenary company, B.A.B.S., would clean up the rest of this latest disaster.

That left the portal. “Hey,” she shouted into it. “Show yourself!”

After a moment's hesitation a witch stepped through, garbed in a cleavage-bearing leotard, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, high-heeled boots to her upper thighs, a cape attached by a stylized eye, and a wide-brimmed cone hat, all marked by the appearance of an Ursa Minor's coat. She raised her hands defensively. “Uh, hello! I'm Beatrix Belladonna!”

“Babs Seed,” she replied with a curled lip, weapon still trained on her heart. “No sudden moves, okay?”

Beatrix forced a nervous smile with a twitch. “Whatever you say!” She looked at the rift out of the corner of her eye, like she considered making a dash back into it, then thought better of it. “S-so...what's going on here?”

“Just a standard mission gone to shit. You might've saved my life, but it looked like an accident anyway, and it's not like I trust you yet. You're coming with B.A.B.S. For now,” she ordered with a thrust of her head to march closer.

Flutterbitch paused with a sensuous lick of her lips, practically bathing in blood that soaked into her nude flesh. “It stands for Bad Ass Bitch Squad. Name after our leader, naturally.” She tittered and leered at the new arrival. “Mmm, and you look like a rather delicious meal. Especially with that stray bullet you took in the side.” Her laughter turned mocking.

“B-bullet...?” Beatrix clasped her stomach, stared at her warm, wet, and rather bloody palm. In the confusion she and Babs hadn't even noticed, but with her movements the wound under her costume tore and the red splotch spread, the adrenaline coming down and a sickening ache gnawing at her torn belly. “Hee-hee...” She snickered in disbelief, then fainted.

Babs rushed forward and barely caught her slack body. “She needs medical attention, pronto. Stupid girl, wandering into a middle of a gunfight. No way am I letting her die before I get some answers! We both know how rare mages are!”

“Yes, fine.” Flutterbitch wiped her stained lips on the back of her palm and dropped the pale, drained corpse.

“Deliver her to home base and watch over her. I'll rendezvous with our unit.” All-in-all, they'd gotten lucky. She watched Flutters scoop up their guest, her shapely hips and rear swishing when she hurtled into flight with a beat of leather wings. Vampires were almost as rare as mages, and despite her personality defects she was fortunate to have her muscle.

Stalking out into the streets, the atmosphere thick with the smog of traffic and other pollution, Babs pushed through the aimless crowds in downtown. Buildings flashed a nonstop staccato of droning advertisements. She'd learned to drown them out, like most everything around her, focused to an obsessive degree on whether they'd been set up this time.

Her gaze settled on a skyscraper that towered above the others. A phallic monument that served as a profane testament to who truly ruled this city. Few were able to meet the mysterious 'Spike' in person, but B.A.B.S. had that dubious honor after all the missions they ran for him. Dirty work done under-the-table, often borderline suicidal, but she couldn't complain about the pay. Likely pocket change to him, but more than enough to improve their gear and keep them set for weeks, at the least!

With an exhale at another day survived, for the moment, her boots crunched on concrete as she headed homeward...

*****

Hazy eyes opened to bleakness, penetrated by the soft glow of computer terminals. Beatrix winced with a low whimper, cold and clammy, stripped nude save for rows of bandages wrapped around her midsection and a blanket. She drew it around her, sat up in the bed, and took in the room, tossed platinum locks with a violent tinge stuck to her cheek. “Where am I...?”

“Your new home,” came a familiar voice as 'Flutterbitch' stalked over, garbed in a leather dominatrix-style bikini that emphasized her curves. It was studded with shiny steel, barely able to contain her exaggerated figure.

Beatrix shook her head. This place was unlike any she'd ever encountered in her travels. From the little she'd seen they were over reliant on technology, violence was practically a way of life, and those connected to the supernatural were unusual. “My wound, it's...?” She traced her belly, surprised that the damage had already healed. “Magic?”

“Not exactly. A gel used for healing. Hardly cheap, but effective. But enough of that boring stuff.” With a swivel of her hips Flutterbitch closed in, past a table with a tray where the bloody bullet removed from her lay caked in dried blood. A pink curtain of hair half hid her face when she fingered a lock and asked coyly, “Do you think I'm beautiful?”

In truth Beatrix struggled not to stare. “Er, yes. Very much so.” She gulped when the vampire moved in, unable to break her gaze, those hypnotic crimson eyes pinning her in place. “Hey now, what are you-”

“Shh. Hush, little one.” Shy pressed her index finger over the witch's lips. “Let momma take care of you.” Gently well-manicured fingernails brushed over the blanket, and brushed it aside, exposing the flesh below, the curves catching the soft glow of terminals around them. One-by-one, she unraveled the bandages, and let them drop. “You're such a cutie.”

“Tee-hee. Thanks,” replied Beatrix, whose head swam with delirium, like she was in a drunken stupor, brought on by the pheromones emitted by the impossibly beautiful vamp. Her violet eyes never blinked, her heavy bosom rose and fell, and her painted nails clawed into the bed in anticipation, a dopey expression plastered on her face.

“Good girl.” Shy started to undo the buckles that held together her fetish costume, undoing her top first, her swollen tits bouncing loose from their prison and knocking together with an audible slap of flesh. The heavy pear-shaped orbs sagged a little from their sheer size and weight, the width of her inverted pink nipples almost overtaking their swollen tips.

Drool ran from the corner of Beatrix's mouth. “Can I...?”

“Touch them? Oh, yes.” Shy cupped them with her palms and squeezed, rivulets of milk squirting from them. “Drink deep. I know you want to.” She undid more belts while Beatrix moved in to a stiffening nipple that peaked out, taken into the witch's mouth who encircled the perky nub, suckling down the impossibly sweet nectar that ran down her chin.

Now fully denuded, Shy clasped the witch to her, and crawled onto the bed with her, kneeing open Beatrix's thighs. A tuft of pubic hair decorated Shy's pussy, which she pressed to Beatrix's own moist, inflamed cunt, and gyrated her hips in subdued motions, the hum of machinery now dulled by wet schlicks and slaps each time their pussies connected in rhythm.

Strings of juices connected them, heart-shaped swollen clits kissing and rubbing, glistening and trickling down their thighs. Belladonna lost herself completely in a haze of pleasure, uncertain why she was doing this and especially so soon, other than the fact that it felt so damn good. She felt herself surrendering her entirety to this woman she barely knew.

Flutters increased her pace, groaning in a bestial manner while humping her hapless prey. “You want to be mine,” she whispered into her ear. “I'll give you thrills beyond your imagination!” She humped her faster, their asscheeks jiggling and slathered in perspiration, clapping with each violent impact which made their nethers clench in anticipation of release.

Glazed-over eyes turned to hearts, Beatrix's mind dulled from overwhelming, all-consuming bliss that rushed throughout her entirety in tiny electric tingles. She shivered and moaned in delight, huffing, her nowhere near as impressive but still quite bountiful tits bouncing each time their twats met in another sticky, gooey kiss that ran down the cracks over their asses and over their puckered pink assholes. She cast back her head and wailed in delight, creaming all over herself and her lover.

“You're mine,” announced Flutters in triumph, all her pet's defenses broken, and she sank her fangs into one of Belladonna's tits, suckling on the fleshy globe, blood running messily down it as she squirted all over her to, more from the act of utter dominance than the sheer pleasure which she was used to. She ground into her, drawing all their multiple orgasmic releases.

A click sounded and Flutterbitch was forced to paused. She looked to her side, Beatrix still quivering under her, breasts expanding and contracting with each heated breath, her skin glistening. “Back off,” warned Babs who held the pistol to her head. “Even your regenerative powers won't matter if I splatter your gray matter all over the floor!”

“You don't know that,” mocked Flutterbitch with a low, childish snarl.

“Let's not find out, huh? She's under my protection! You've got no right to make her a thrall!” Babs had seen her go through dozens of them, addicted to what she provided like pathetic junkies, until she grew bored of them. They were often sacrificed on their missions, but much as she hated to admit it, that had saved their asses on countless occasions.

“You're no fun,” said Shy with a pout. Licking down the rest of the blood she'd taken, she rubbed down her shiny nude skin, and stepped back into her bondage gear which she clicked into place. “Where are the rest of the crew?”

“Around. We all made it, little thanks to you. Anyhow, I've got an appointment with Spike later tonight. You'd better behave while I'm away.” The boss insisted she come alone, and used B.A.B.S. In secret to help wipe out the crime epidemic. But no merc unit, no matter how good, could hope to stem the tide. At best they were another small clean up crew.

She hoped the rest of her team could keep her under control. Her eyes wandered back to Beatrix, who might be too tempting a snack left unattended. She decided someone would man the security room at all times, cameras placed all over the base, thankful that the fables about vampires not appearing on film being untrue. Granted, few of the myths applied to Flutterbitch.

Returning to her cramped room, mostly stocked with military gear and supplies, Babs stripped down completely and casually tossed her stuff aside. She ran her hands over her body, soft freckled skin over well-toned muscle, the enhancements in her so subtle they were almost impossible to detect. They made her stronger, faster, able to take more punishment, but at a cost, for they also increased her heart rate when she pushed herself, to the point where she might someday have a heart attack.

“We've all gotta go sometime,” she reminded herself with a wince. Part of enhanced musculature had torn. The pain she could deal with, but the expenses to repair it would set her back, almost make her break even after everyone was paid up. “Damn. Hopefully Spike will give us another hefty bonus. Sure could use one.” She collapsed onto her back with a sigh.

*****

Gradually her senses returned, and Beatrix sat up, her bare bottom smooshed on the still moist sheets. She flushed and nervously fidgeted, barely able to recall what had just happened. Her nails traced over the bite marks on her bare tit. Much as it shamed her to admit it, that had felt quite wonderful. Her body still burned from that unspeakable thrill.

Otherwise she felt like a fish out of water here. She had no allies, not really, and the counterparts of those she knew were unlike any version she'd met. At best Babs had the rage and self-destructive nature she'd know, although she'd never really known her that well. “I really messed up this time, huh? Oh well, that should be easily fixed.”

She traced a circle in the air, calling on her special power to tear a rift between realities, ready to slip away in the night. Nothing happened. She grumbled in frustration, tried again, with the same results. “What in Tartarus?!” She felt more helpless and vulnerable than ever.

Fumbling about for her costume, she found them stocked in a messy pile nearby. She dug through her cape, felt about the hidden sleeves, then breathed a sigh of relief to realize her tubes were still there. Each one contained a potion she'd crafted with alchemy in case of emergencies, plus there were a number of small smoke bombs.

“Finally some good news,” she muttered to herself. “But what should I do now?” There appeared little choice but to stick with B.A.B.S. For now. Hopefully some of their other members were a little friendlier. She'd had about enough grief already.

Most of the time she craved adventure and freedom, rarely settled down anywhere for long, unable to sate her boundless curiosity. Right now she desperately wanted to return home, to see a familiar face, her family, her mentor, anyone she could love and trust. She choked out a few tears, curled up in her blanket, all she'd seen of this world a dystopian nightmare.

After taking a few moments to wallow in self-pity, she forced herself to stand and slipped back into her attire. Somehow, she had to discover a way back, figure out why her ability had abandoned her at the worst possible moment. She wiggled her fingers, which radiated with sparkles, and weaved a simple spell as a test, making tiny fireworks pop at her fingertips.

“Whew.” She wiped her watery eyes on the back of her hand. “At least I'm not totally useless here.” She hadn't trained with weapons or in unarmed combat. Without her magic, all she had were her wits, and while she could be clever she was hardly a genius. In truth, even the mere sight of firearms made her jumpy, despite all she'd been through in her short life.

“Maybe I should've stayed on that paradise world.” She shrugged, knowing it was too late for regrets now. At least her sister Bellatrix would be safe there, until she returned. And she swore she would, no matter what it took.

With a hand on her hip she announced, “Okay, Beatrix Belladonna, it's time I saw what else this crazy place has to offer!”

With a newly discovered confidence that matched her mother's, Trixie Lulamoon, she redressed and for the finishing touch doffed her hat. Then she slipped outside the room, made a cross with her upraised arms each gripping a smoke bomb, and let them drop and roll amidst the base.

Clouds of colorful, noxious smoke billowed out in plumes, and with a mischievous chuckle she slipped through, past silhouettes on duty who coughed and strode towards the nearest emergency exit.

“Sorry about that, I'll be back soon!” She winked and push the door open, and an alarm screamed overhead.

Out onto the streets she went, the crimson illumination from the alarm still cast on her when she emerged. Quickly she wandered away, bathed in the flash of neon, surrounded by stimulating advertisements that made a sharp contrast to a drear, run down city in parts. She nearly choked on the foul air with a shake of her head. “Alright, now what?”

She took her first step into the road, heels clicking on the pavement. A vehicle sped by, and she screamed, barely able to jump back while it struggled to swerve around her. “Crazy bitch,” shouted the man inside.

Her heart skipped and she shook. “Must be this world's equivalent of a wagon.” She watched more race by in rapt fascination. They weren't unlike some of the devices she'd seen, such as steam trains, but these were far more advanced. Further on she could see the nicer portions of the city in the distance, a stark contrast where no doubt the elite lived in relative luxury.

A taxi cab pulled to a stop beside her and opened. “Good timing,” said Babs Seed from inside in the back seat. “Get in.”

Beatrix chewed her lower lip. “I don't know-”

“Now.” She jerked her thumb and Beatrix sighed then settled in and shut the door behind her. They rode in silence, past the nightlife that started to come out as the sun dipped, and Belladonna stared out the window at the sights.

“Wow. What a place. Hey, is that...?!” She spotted a concert flier for Cerise Silhouette, the raver unmistakable even in a human form, her skin dark and her hair in bright neon pink pigtails to match her eyes “She exists here, too?!”

Babs lit up another smoke. “You're like an overactive child.”

“Can't help it.” Beatrix rocked back-and-forth on her bottom, antsy. “Where are we headed, anyway?”

“You'll see soon enough. Ah, we're about there now.” They pulled to a stop, Babs slid her credit chip, and they abandoned the taxi. Before them loomed the tallest building, marked Dragon Lord Industries, and men in suits arrived to meet them. She raised her arms and Beatrix followed her lead, where they were patted down for weapons.

A number of firearms and knives were taken from Babs, and the smoke bombs from Beatrix who bristled, but they failed to find the much smaller tubes in her hidden sleeves, likely due to the magical nature of her cape which helped keep them concealed. She whistled and followed the mercenary leader inside, past the reception area, and into an elevator.

Muzak played overhead for several minutes while they crossed countless floors until they reached the very top. The doors opened with a ding and in the dim, spacious room was a wide desk where a man with spiky hair sat. He wore a purple, pin-striped suit, his eyes a bright green, and his smile was warm. “Welcome back, Babs. And you must be Beatrix!”

“Yes I am. Nice to meet you!” She tried a boastful swagger she didn't really feel to approach him.

Laughing, he rose from his chair and turned to the tinted windows that overlooked the city. “You know, my corporation's built this empire under my instructions.” He rested his hands in his jacket pockets, tall and lean.

“You look pretty young to have built all this. No offense,” quickly added Beatrix.

“None taken. You're right. I've always been ambitious. These are my people, after all.”

While he certainly didn't appear to be a dragon in any way here, Beatrix couldn't help but think his investments were akin to his treasure horde. Perhaps he maintained the same instincts, at least. “Rarity?” She spotted a woman near the bookshelves.

Rarity traipsed over with a sway of ample hips and a bounce of her breasts, both barely contained by a form-fitted white dress with a plunging neckline and bare back that left the dimples of her buttocks and quite a lot of her bottom cleavage exposed. She was even taller than him, a statuesque model, her purple locks perfectly coiffed and her eyes like sapphire.

“Not exactly.” Spike frowned and took Rarity's slender, manicured hands. “A perfect, synthetic facsimile. The real one I lost. That's why I called you here. You're an enchantress, aren't you? I want you to bind Rarity's soul to this doll.”

Beatrix licked her lips, uncertain how to answer. “I'm...not sure I'm capable of that.”

His eyes narrowed. “You'll find a way. I have an idea where Rarity's soul is being held. B.A.B.S. Will hit the place and recover it for me.” He nodded to an innocuous jar on his desk. “Once it's trapped there, you can begin your experiments. Hey, don't look so nervous! I'll make sure you're paid a fortune. Whatever you need. But I must have her back, no matter the cost.”

Babs nodded. “I'll see what my team can do, after we take care of the usual upkeep and maintenance.”

“Don't worry, I've sent the usual pay, plus a real fat bonus this time. You did good. I'll send a briefing to your headquarters. I don't know where you came from, Beatrix, but mages are pretty much extinct around here..” He looked her over.

Beatrix swallowed and nodded. She dared not tell him what little she'd been able to conjure up so far. Almost like the atmosphere of the planet itself interfered with her abilities. She couldn't even summon up her unicorn horn, like she usually was able to in her human shape, which further limited her ability to successfully cast. “W-well, I'll do what I can! Tee-hee!”

“That's all I ask.” He slumped back into his chair and Rarity started to massage his shoulders.

Realizing their business was finished, Babs headed out and Beatrix raced to keep up. The witch felt he had a certain boyish charm, like the Spike she'd known, but there was a predatory, dangerous side to him too, and she dared not disappoint him. Yet on the elevator ride back down she couldn't think up a way she could possibly bind a soul to a construct.

Her talents were mostly in illusion, and thanks to her teacher, she'd excelled in some offensive, elemental spells, too. The closest she could come was her alchemy, but she wasn't certain the right ingredients were here, and while she was competent in that area she doubted the far more skilled Flurry Heart could achieve what he wanted, let-alone her!

But she had to try. Because somehow, maybe he in turn could help her finally escape this place...