and Justice for all
“Razor, aka Cutthroat, Agent 77 or Dice. You stand accused of the following crimes against the Forest League. Two accounts of arson, six accounts of blackmail, thirteen accounts of impersonating an officer of the law and three counts of murder. How does the defendant plead?” Judge Supron asked the young man sitting at the defence lawyer’s table. The man was leaning back in his chair, head facing the ceiling in complete silence. The judge raised an eyebrow slowly, “How does the defendant plead?”
When Razor opened his mouth and drew breath he looked about to speak but instead a loud, rough, snore burst out from between the twin rows of gleaming teeth. Supron growled and slammed down his gavel,
“How does the defendant plea?!” he roared at the Razor. Razor’s head snapped upright and the chair fell back onto all four legs. Without even a second’s grogginess Razor folded his arms neatly across each other on the tabletop. He slowly surveyed the courtroom. It was virtually empty. He was one of only three people in the room. Although, looking at the prosecution lawyer it was plain to see that she was a Supe-bra-genius. He coughed and looked to the judge,
“I plead not guilty your honour.” He replied before yawning deeply. Supron looked at the prosecution lawyer,
“Prosecution may lead. Call your first witness.” he said with a kind smile. The Supe-bra-genius smiled back and walked closer to the witness box,
“Thank you, your honour. I would like to call the pokegirl who handed him in, a NurseJoy at our local pokecenter.” And as she spoke the aforementioned pink haired girl walked to the witness box and took a seat. The prosecutor smiled, “How are you today Gladice?”
The NurseJoy smiled back nervously,
“Very well thank you Catherine.” She replied, revealing the prosecutor’s name to an attentive Razor. Catherine smiled,
“You were the one who called the police yesterday afternoon at three fifteen, were you not?” Catherine asked, getting straight down to business,
“Yes I was.” The ‘Joy replied. Catherine nodded,
“And did he seem in anyway suspicious when he arrived at the pokecenter?” she asked beginning to pace up and down as she worked herself up to steam. A quick nod,
“Yes. He teleported in with an A-Bra but he was the one who was injured. Lots of cuts, bruises and some mild burns.” She explained. Catherine smiled,
“So he was the survivor of a bomb blast-? “
“Objection your honour!” Razor shouted, interrupting her, “She’s leading the witness.”
The judge nodded slowly before looking to the prosecutor,
“You were indeed leading the witness young Catherine. Do not let it happen again or I will be forced to set this case back until the morning.” He warned. Catherine growled under her breath but nodded. She turned to scowl at the defendant. A mere human was picking up on her relaxed mistakes in an attempt to show her up. She grinned suddenly,
“No more questions for the witness.” She announced before returning to her bench. He Judge nodded,
“Then will the witness please sit in the benches please. It’ll just be a bother to keep calling you back in.” he instructed the ‘Joy. Gladice smiled and quickly made her way to the first bench, “Call your next witness prosecutor.”
Catherine stood up with a fresh sheet of notes and stood in front of the defendant’s table,
“I call the defendant to the stand.” She announced. Razor smiled,
“Why I’d be delighted.” He replied before jumping up from his seat and going to stand inside the witness box, “You don’t mind if I stand do you?”
“Not at all.” Catherine replied with a grin that a Cheshire would’ve had a tough time beating. She looked down at her notes, “Let’s begin shall we? Your name is Razor correct?”
“No. Razor is an alias.” He informed her. But Catherine just smiled,
“To hide your identity from the authorities I presume. Just out of interest, but do you have any criminal offences attributed to your real name?” she asked, turning to him and pushing her chest forwards in an effort to distract him. Razor didn’t even blink,
“You wouldn’t find anything, not so much as a speeding ticket. Oh, and I’ve seen better. Nice effort though.” He said with a wink. Catherine scowled a little but continued with her plan,
“So why do you go out and engage in actions reserved for criminals and terrorists?” she asked, trying, and failing, to act sympathetic. Razor seemed to think for a moment before smiling,
“Because the pay’s good.” He concluded. Catherine frowned, genuinely puzzled,
“In all my experiences the life of a self employed killer is one of very little fiscal advantage.” She noted. Razor nodded,
“It is indeed but then I never said that I was self employed. I am an employee.” He explained. Catherine frowned again,
“Someone pays you to do these things?” she asked, excitement starting to get the better of her. She’d stumbled across a secret agency of killers! Razor nodded,
“Very handsomely actually. The Agency even loans me pokegirls if I need a specialist skills on a mission.” He explained. The judge coughed,
“Very interesting but I feel its time for a recess so if you’d-“
“Shut up old man!” shouted Razor. He turned back to Catherine, “Want to know why I told you all that?”
The judge banged his gavel dozens of times but Catherine could no longer hear it as she stared at Razor,
“Why?” she asked. Razor smiled faintly,
“Because it’s part of my mission.” He explained. Both Catherine and the judge looked at him. Razor chuckled and reached into his back pocket. When his hand emerged he was holding a straight edge razor. With a quick leap however he was standing behind the judge’s chair, the razor pressed to his throat, “To kill judge Supron.”
The judge tried to squirm free but stopped when a drop of clear ruby blood escaped from a small cut on his neck. He went deathly still very quickly after that. Catherine screamed and the doors to the courtroom were barged open as an OfficerJenny and a Hound charged into the room. Both had stun guns at the ready as they ran past the benches of the courtroom. When they were about halfway down the room however Gladice, the forgotten-about NurseJoy, stuck her foot out into the aisle, tripping up the OfficerJenny and sending her falling face first. Catherine called out the officer’s Hound partner but her mouth went dry when the Hound jumped onto the ‘Jenny’s back and handcuffed her hands behind her back. The OfficerJenny struggled,
“What’s the meaning of this officer Glice?!” she demanded of the canine-like pokegirl. Glice chuckled,
“The handcuffs? Because you were trying to stop my master. The fall? Because you’re a real bitch.” She informed the officer with another chuckle. Gladice, the NurseJoy, giggled,
“You sure got her Glice.” She said before giggling again. Glice laughed,
“Can you stop messing with my head now Clare?” she said, still smiling. Gladice, or rather, Clare, smiled,
“I’ll stop messing with ALL of you.” She replied. Catherine watched in mute awe as the NurseJoy she’d known her entire life was suddenly replaced by a tall, busty, Ka-D-Bra. One second the pokegirl had been her friend Gladice and now she was a physic called Clare. Catherine’s head spun. This was all happening at such an alarming speed that she felt she needed to sit down. With her back to the judge’s box she jumped at the small cough. When she turned round she could no longer see the judge, only Razor. He smiled at her as he folded his razor and put it away,
“You figured it out yet Catherine?” he asked her, trying to encourage the super intelligent pokegirl to work something out to take away her initial shock. Catherine nodded slowly,
“If I am correct then you have two pokegirls. One is the Hound, who pretended to be a police officer assigned to protect the courtroom so that when you struck she’d be able to take out the ‘Jenny.” She replied, before waiting for confirmation. Razor nodded,
“All correct. Except you forgot the part about her being able to use the radio to tell the back-up unit that it was just a false alarm.” He revealed. Catherine forgot about the judge for a moment as she continued to think,
“And the Ka-D-Bra, Clare, is your pokegirl as well. You had her change her image in the minds of those that saw her so that she could also infiltrate the courtroom and give me a false story while you waited for the ideal moment to strike.” She paused again but Razor gave her a nod to continue, “So you were never in an explosion… it was all a cleverly constructed ruse.”
Razor nodded before jumping back down to floor level,
“Yes it was. I even made up a new code name for this mission. Oh, my real name is Alex Rebind if you wanted to know.” He informed her as he walked past the benches towards his pokegirls. Catherine followed him slowly,
“So what have you done about me? I’m a loose end…” she said, realizing that she was probably the kind of loose end that was ‘silenced’. Alex held a pokeball up,
“Nope. Found your tamer before I came here and traded for you.” He explained, “Although I had to make sure that you didn’t know about the trade before you came to court. Would have ruined the show.”
Catherine’s mouth fell open,
“I-I was traded… to you?” she asked, almost speechless. Alex nodded,
“Yeah, pretty much. Had to get the extra 100,000 and add it to my expenses when I contact the Agency. Normally ‘d have just killed him.” He stopped in front of Gladice and scratched her behind the ear lovingly and she let out a pleasant growl. Clare smiled and hugged him from the side. Alex returned the hug with one arm while he hugged Gladice with the other, “Welcome to our family of love Catherine. We’ll be leaving for the Blue League after we deal with our last loose end.”
He looked down into the eyes of a particularly hateful OfficerJenny,
“How ya doing down there puddin’? My Gladice says that you’re a real bitch. She thinks we should treat you like one and I have to say that I agree with her.” He said in a somewhat remorseful voice. The ‘Jenny swallowed, hard. Alex sighed and knelt down, rubbing the side of the controlling pokegirl’s cheek, “Oh, shh, shh… it won’t nearly be as bad as all of that. We’ve found that the best way to keep officers of the law from calling back-up is… put them in a certain state.”
“Y-you’re going to kill me?! Then get it over with!” she screamed at him and tried to spit at him. He smiled,
“A good way to keep you silent but I’ve got a better method.” He smiled at Glice, “You brought your ‘friend’ Glice?”
Glice smiled from behind the ‘Jenny and pulled a strap-on dildo out of a bag she’d been handed by Clare. Glice grabbed the ‘Jenny by the hips roughly and slammed the dildo into her unlubed asshole. The OfficerJenny screamed but no sound came. Clare had her hand out stretched, the fingers glowing faintly with a purple light. The OfficerJenny struggled but Glice had her claws dug in slightly and enough power to keep forcing the ‘Jenny’s hips back and forth on the dildo. Glice panted and gave a chuckle,
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck a Jenny like this… you’ll be my bitch soon enough tight ass!” she vowed as she slam-fucked the Jenny. Alex frowned a little,
“You sure have changed from that loyal little officer I found two months ago Glice. You might want to tone it down a little…” he suggested with a small smile. Glice grinned,
“You ‘fraid I’ll be too tired to have you as well?” she teased. Clare frowned,
“It’s my turn tonight Glice.” She stated mildly. Glice growled and increased her force, hurting the ‘Jenny even more. Suddenly Glice stood totally rigid and upright, her spine totally vertical. Clare’s eyes narrowed,
“You forget your place Glice. I’m Alpha.” Her fingers twitched and Glice groaned in pain, stopping herself from crying out by sheer willpower, “Remember that fact Glice because it isn’t about to change.”
Alex shook his head and stroked the OfficerJenny’s cheek softly again as she lay sobbing quietly on the floor,
“Getting back on topic… you let yourself get carried away Glice. She’s not enjoyed this and we need to follow the exit plan.” He stressed. Catherine raised a hand slowly until all eyes were either on her or drowning in salty water,
“Excuse me but what is your exit plan…?” she paused and took a deep breath, “Master.”
Alex smiled,
“You can call me Alex when we’re on our own.” He sighed and stroked the ‘Jenny again and she moved towards his fingers for their forgiving touch after the pain she’d received. He smiled gently, “The idea is to give her an orgasm so mind-numbing that she forgets we existed for a couple hours.”
Glice grumbled, free from Clare’s physic grip,
“But I want to punish her some more…” she protested. Alex turned to her,
“We have to finish up on our exit plan or we’re not gunna make it far. Even with teleport.”
“No, I want-“
Alex took two menacing steps towards Glice, making her back up against one of the benches,
“You are not in a position of power Glice. You will do what you are told, exactly when you’re told or I’ll leave you to rot in a prison somewhere.” He heard her whimpering at his harsh words and he knew she’d totally forgotten that she could either fry or snap him in seconds. He growled, “We’ll speak later Glice.”
Glice hung her head as the red return beam from her pokeball hit her. Alex sighed,
“We’ve lost a lot of time Clare. Speed this up will you?” he said sadly before walking back over to Catherine. Clare nodded and the dildo levitated off the ground before slowly beginning to work its way into the ‘Jenny’s pussy. Alex patted Catherine on the shoulder as she watched the OfficerJenny getting physic fucked,
“Don’t worry Catherine. She does that to Glice so I’m sure you’ll get some of it as well at some point.” He said, patting her on the ass gently but hard enough to make her squeak a little. When Alex turned round again the OfficerJenny was writhing around on the floor in pleasure as Clare stood over her, hands outstretched. She glanced at Alex with a smile,
“She’s done.” She predicted seconds before the Jenny twitched violently before going rigid, her scream obviously powerful but not powerful enough to break Clare’s physic shield over her mouth. Alex smiled and tapped Catherine’s pokeball on her head gently. The Supe-bra-genius was taken by surprise but it wasn’t a reluctant surprise at all, she just knew that it meant that she had indeed been traded. With another loud sigh Alex walked over to Clare and they shared a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling. When the fight was won (Clare had the advantage of being able to make Alex’s stop moving entirely) they stood their in each other’s arms with a passed out ‘Jenny at their feet. Clare sighed contentedly,
“Yet another successful mission. You ought to be due a bonus by now.” She noted, speaking almost like a wife or long-term girlfriend. Come to think of it, she was the second. He chuckled,
“You and I both know it doesn’t work like that.” He said, for the second time that week. Clare wrapped her arms around Alex tighter, loving the way that she could rest her ear against his chest and fell, as well as hear, his heartbeat,
“And why’s that again?” she asked. Alex smiled,
“Because they don’t like the idea of one member becoming too powerful.” He reminded her. She grinned and they swayed together,
“If they’re worried then it means you’re doing your job well.” She explained. Alex nodded slightly but frowned when something vibrated in his pocket. He pulled out the Agency communicator and looked at the e-mail on its small screen. Clare frowned slightly,
“What do they say?” she asked, both of them knowing that the Agency was the only one who communicated with Alex on that communicator. Alex sighed,
“They want me to take down a Team. Some kids called, Team Blitz. Apparently they’re running around with guns and pokegirls.” He scrolled a little bit more. He swore, “And Love balls.”
Clare shuddered,
“So this is it huh?” she asked slowly. Alex nodded,
“It seems I’ve been labeled as a threat. This is how they intend to get rid of me.” he rubbed his right temple slowly, “Teleport please.”