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The adventures of Reggie Starr Book 2.9
The continuation of "The Haunted Clothing"
Reggie Starr is an unusual person. She could sense things. She wasn't a super human.
She couldn't lift cars or stop bullets. She just knew things. She could fight. She could
momentarily read minds. And She knew when bad things were going to happen.
Otherwise, Reggie Starr bleed like everyone else in the world. But now, she was up
against spirits who were determined to kill. Their advantage was the spirits didn't know
this world. So they were still learning. Every day they fought Reggie and the cops, the
more they learned. The next encounter would be completely different.
The bitches needed some research. So it was time to just lie around and read and watch
TV. IF they were going to fight Reggie and these cops, they needed to know more.
They had enough money to lie for a week. The thing the bitches were surprised was that
the gang members they possessed, were just as evil as they were. So there would be
some cooperation. These guys loved sex. So the Bitches decided to give it to them. The
only condition was that they would have to stay in the underwear. There had to be some
control over these humans.
Slappy was the boss, so he got first shot. He was still wearing the bra and girdle. He
dropped the girdle and exposed the old fashioned garters. He had a raging monster
between his legs. He didn't care that Droopy was in the body he was about to screw.
The nylons against Nylons were wonderful. In all his 19 years, this was the best and
kinkiest sex he had ever been involved in. He was thinking about becoming a drag queen
if things were this good.
He finished. He was exhausted. The bitch went to the bathroom and cleaned up. He
then got his turn to go to the bathroom.
He transformed back into the bitch. But this time, he could watch and feel. He just
couldn't control what was happening. Droopy transformed back to himself. He didn't
remember any of what was going on. He didn't like this at all. But it was his turn. He
was being offered a piece of butt and he thought about this carefully. He looked at the
real fine bitch and decided why not. He had to keep on the stockings and garters, and the
bra. Yes, stocking against stockings also turned him on. But he didn't enjoy it quite as
much. When he was done, he headed to the bathroom to clean up. When done, he
blanked out and the Bitch took back over.
The Droopy bitch walked over to the Slappy bitch. "Well human, did you enjoy being
fucked by your friend?"
Slappy was allowed to speak. "I loved it."
"You want more?"
"Sure. What is the game?"
The bitches had watched "A Clockwork Orange" on TV and it came up.
"You know Clockwork Orange?"
"Yea, I seen it."
"That is what we are about. You in?"
Slappy didn't get his name by being a good guy. He was an Evil dude. He was the
perfect killing machine. Only the part about getting caught by the cops held him back.
Now he could have fun and never get caught. He was in for the ride. Droopy on the
other hand, would never see the light of day again.
Slappy told the bitches what he knew about the world they lived in. He told them about
the FBI and the new sciences. He told them about cops and vice. And he told them
about drugs. The bitches were going to modernize. They were going to score some new
weapons. They were going to kill Reggie Starr.
The crimes that the bitches were doing were clockwork so far. The Bitches had been
watching TV and decided to have a little more fun. They started wearing skintight body
stockings, black Spandex and different wigs. They had automatic weapons. They had
new knives. And after hitting a couple of surplus stores, even some illegal hand
grenades.
They were bad. The next few bank holdups were daylight daring, big robberies. They
always killed the bank manager if he didn't open the safe right away. The assistant
manager would always open it after the manager died. They liked the new knives. They
used them just like the straight razor they used to use.
Reggie Starr knew who the robbers were. This was not getting better. Only worse.
Word was out. IF you saw the two ladies in black come in your bank, you were getting
robbed and someone would die.
The problem was that no one ever saw them come in until it was too late.
The bitches had also changed their ways about hotels. They had found crash space
somewhere else.
The gang that Slappy and Droopy ran was a tough group of boys. They would rape any
girl not attached to a gang. Even the ones who belonged to another gang were possibles
if they weren't careful. Slappy loved to do this. Droopy didn't do any of these rapes
unless it was a gang rival. He had his pride.
The bitches had come to the crash pad where the gang stayed. They walked in with their
guns cocked and loaded. The gang didn't have a chance. The bodies were dragged to a
car that had just been stolen and hadn't been stripped yet. The car was driven to an
abandoned building, prime for burning. Gasoline was poured all over the place. The
match was struck, and everything burned. The gang was gone. The bitches had a new
home. And they were stocked up. They had a bunch of weapons and a place to crash.
The bitches did a couple of extra burgurlys and got some extra clothing and supplies for
whoring. After all, they still wanted their fun. But they had to be careful. They almost
got caught because of their lack of information about these times. The TV would be their
instructor. They would pull a couple of robberies off, then come back to the crash pad
and watch TV. They even occasionally found a pet. They would find a John and take
him back to the crash pad. There, he would be cleaned up and shaved. The bitches
would put garters and stockings on him. They would make him up and put a wig on him.
Then they would play fuck games. After a couple of days, they would kill the John,
dump him across town, still dressed up, and find another one. North Carolina would
never be the same.
The FBI and the other government agencies involved in this case were triangulating all
the robberies. There were about 12 robberies so far. It was very obvious that these girls
didn't care about being killed. They were ruthless and not gun shy.
Reggie was the team leader on this case. Mary Kate was running around doing the
administrative stuff and keeping the information channels open. Reggie had a good idea
what was going on and knew that a gang had the misfortune of meeting the "bitches".
This was going to be a tango.
Reggie had two teams locally. The bitches weren't going in a pattern, or so it seemed.
Reggie was just staring at the information when she got an inspiration. Something was
telling her about several banks and several warehouses. No one could attempt to look
around alone. Everyone had to have backup on this one.
The banks had extra security all over the place. As long as the robberies were happening
at the rate they were, the banks were going to make sure the extra security would run off
the "bitches".
This one wasn't what anyone expected. The Bitches picked the heaviest guarded and
most secure bank in the area as their grand play. They were looking over the bank and
picking a get-a-way route. The day of the robbery, Reggie looked at the targets and
decided that there were two choices. One was very improbable and one was a good
choice. Reggie decided to go to the one most unlikely.
The Bitches liked shock factor. When they walked into a bank, they were dressed as
dominatrix as they could. They liked the very high heels and the platform boots and the
lace up corsets and the latex hoods and long fingernails and extreme makeup. They had
all the chains and handcuffs and whips and just about every fetish item you could
imagine and a few you couldn't.
When they were ready, they would just drive up to the bank in a plane van and bail out.
When they hit the door, it was just too late. The guards were staring at full automatic
weapons and handgenrades. The girls were going to kill a bunch of people if one wrong
move was made.
It had been the experience of all the agencies that these girls would kill with absolutely
no hesitation.
It was 4 pm on a Friday. The bank robbery was about to go. Reggie was sitting in a caf?
across the street of the bank, drinking her favorite beverage, coffee, and just chilling
when all alarms in her head went off. She got on her radio and told the crew that her
location was the hit. She estimated that they had less than 5 minutes to get into position.
A bank manager got the call to clear the lobby. He was not happy, but the reputation of
the robbers was enough to do what he was told. Agents were behind the counters in less
than 3 minutes. They were just in time.
A plain white van came around the corner. A guy was behind the wheel, but that meant
nothing.
The agents had deposited dye packs and remote controlled explosives in all of the money.
This was going to be a bloody mess, but it was going to end here. (Or so they were
planning).
The girls were here. They came bounding out the van and ran on the 7-? inch heel boots
through the front door of the bank. An agent immediately got the guy out the front seat
of the van and drove the van around the corner. An FBI armored vehicle took the place
of the van. The girls were not looking back. They thought they had completely surprised
the bank. They hit the lobby and it was empty. There were only a couple of people
behind the counters. They instantly knew they were in trouble.
The roll down doors came down and there, holding two Ingram mach 11, 9mm sub
machine guns, loaded with military armor piercing ammo, and in all her glory, was
Reggie Starr.
The girls had met Reggie before. They knew that Reggie was a planner. They knew this
was one of those where they may not make it out. "Hello Bitches", Reggie smiled.
The main bitch spoke in a frightening tone, "we are going to kill you and everyone here".
The Bitch reached for a grenade and Reggie let lose with the armor piercing ammo. She
caught them completely by surprise. They expected hesitation. Reggie wasn't going to
be caught by surprise. She just let them have it.
Guns were blazing. The Bitches were wounded. They had gotten off a few rounds and
had managed to get to one grenade, but had not managed to pull the pins.
Reggie had managed to put about 200 rounds into both Bitches and they were still
standing, but DEAD.
Reggie had done her planning well. There in the side room, were a couple of mediums
and they started their part of this job. They were working on exercising the demons and
containing them, or destroying them.
Everything went quiet.
Reggie fully believed that there would be more. This was not over. Each of the FBI
agents was wearing a medallion, which had been blessed by a priest. This medallion was
supposed to protect against possession. There, in front of Reggie, were the two baddest
demons on earth. They tried to jump into one of the agents. They encountered the
medallions and ran. No one in the room was unprotected. They fully understood that
Reggie was a force to be reckoned with. With that, they just vanished. They were gone.
On the floor in front of all the agents, Slappy and Dodger reappeared, bloody and dead.
The Bitches were gone.
The cleanup took 4 hours. In the meantime, a crew had found the warehouse where the
bitches had been staying. There, extreme caution had to be exercised. The items in there
were possessed and if not handled carefully, would give the bitches new life. In side the
rooms, were a couple of victims of the pair's kinky tastes. These poor souls were
wearing some of the possessed clothing and unfortunately, became transformed once the
two were forced to leave Slappy and Dodger.
The only mistake they made was that both of the victims were heavily restrained. While
they could change bodies, flesh could not move through metal. They were just stuck.
They remained in the male forms so that if the cops did show up, the cops would free the
pair. At that point, the bitches would be free.
Reggie stopped anyone from going into the building.
When Reggie got there, the hapless victims were just sitting there gagged in full bondage
regalia. They were decked out with just about every imaginable thing possible.
Reggie and the crew started removing the items one at a time.
The bitches were waiting for Reggie to make a mistake. But, there, the mediums and a
priest were present. There, the exorcism started again. Reggie instructed all the agents to
gather up all items and put them in the center of the big concrete floor. They started
burning everything. No matter what it was, it was to be burned.
Not one single piece of clothing could be left.
The two victims were freed of all the bondage appliances, including the internal ones.
They removed the piercing, which were elaborate, and all their rings and jewelry. This
was met with some resistance as wedding rings and class rings were keepsakes.
Fortunately, the priest could deal with the wedding rings and class rings and watches.
But the clothing was badly infected and had to go.
Reggie thought of something she had not covered. She asked the priest, "Can the smoke
of the fire hold any of the spirits, or will the fire destroy them?"
The priest looked at her as if he had not thought of it himself. "I don't think it's possible,
but with this pair, who knows?"
All Reggie could do was hope that it would end here.
They had rounded up everything and burned it all. Any metal items were cleansed by the
priest and then bagged.
Both of the men were sent to the hospital. It was midnight before everything was done.
Reggie had to file multiple reports and brief the local mayor and chief of police. This
was not a normal Situation so the rules of evidence here was suspended. They had to
eliminate this infestation.
Two miles away, a couple found a dead man, wearing lingerie, stockings, heels and done
up in makeup and a wig. He had been dead for a couple of hours. These were a pair of
locals who were down on their luck. They stripped the man of everything, and made off
with their prize.
This couple lived in a trailer, in a park just off the beach. They scavenged to eat and
make a living. They collected cans and recyclables to buy food. They also managed to
pay their rent on the trailer space. The trailer was their last possession. They had sold
the car that pulled it. You could say they were lucky they had a roof over their heads.
This was not their lucky day like they had thought. The man made the mistake of trying
on part of the clothing. The wife tried on the shoes. They didn't remember anything
else.
Reggie and Mary Kate went looking for bodies in the area around the warehouse. A
report came in that a naked body had been found. Fingerprints were all over the place
and it was apparent that this was one of the victims of the bitches. Reggie and Mary Kate
knew that it was the pair's way to dump the body in lingerie. So there was a good
possibility that they had escaped. But what would they do?
Reggie was an investigator. That is what she started to do. There were witnesses that
had seen a couple digging around. Word was out where they lived. So the next morning,
Reggie and Mary Kate went to the little trailer. Inside, there was nothing usable. The
couple was gone. The clothing and some other things were obviously taken. The two
bitches had picked up and walked out.
Three days later, several burglaries had been reported. The kinds of things missing were
just up the bitches ally. It was obvious that they had found replacement items and were
right back where they had started. Reggie also believed that it would be much harder to
catch them this time.
The bitches had found another crash space. A few miles from where they originally
found the warehouses were another group, but unoccupied and mostly run down. They
set back up again. They started their little burglaries again and quickly were back up to
what they were used to. It was indeed fortunate that the dead guy had been wearing
something they had once worn. So they decided to spread around some things. They
were again going to try to kill Reggie Starr. Or even better, possess her.
The signs were there, the bitches were back. But they were just doing their little
burglaries and getting ready for something. They had even gotten back some guns. It
didn't take long to figure out where they were operating. Reggie had spies all over. And
the FBI was watching things too. But Reggie smelled a trap. So She told the crew to
back off and not go charging in.
Reggie was right as usual. The building had been wired with crude explosives. How
they had managed to obtain them was a complete mystery. Obviously one of the gun
stores that the pair had gotten in to had some illegal stuff.
The site was cleaned up and gone through. There was nothing to tell where they had
gone or what was on their minds. They were getting better and learning. IF they were
not caught soon, they would indeed be a handful.
The bitches had decided to watch the proceedings from a nearby rooftop. They wanted to
know how Reggie worked and if there was a way to pull one over on her. They got
nothing but disappointment. Reggie was indeed good.
What they didn't know as that Mary Kate had been assigned the task to survey the area.
The bitches had set up a new hideout and Mary Kate was watching from the most likely
remote viewpoint. Mary Kate had indeed spotted them and zeroed in on their location.
Everyone left, and went to the staging area. The bitches just stayed where they were.
Four choppers descended on the deserted warehouse and let go with multiple miniguns
blazing. The bitches had been caught completely by surprise. The bodies were dead.
The backup bodies had not been fully acquired yet. They had maybe one spare body that
was available. All the cops were wearing talismans and that was out. The mangled
bodies had no life. They had to go.
Reggie now had what she wanted. The pair was split up. One was in a body of a local
hooker. The other one was floating around looking for someone to make the mistake of
picking up or handling anything that the two had possessed. It wasn't working out.
The hooker made a beeline for the two's backup position and there, picked out some
things for some of her girlfriends to try out. The cops were on to this and started picking
up anyone who was into this kind of stuff. It was a massive undertaking and had every
available local cop out and working.
Their work paid off. They again had one of the bitches. They had all the clothing.
Reggie and Mary Kate got to the hooker, took and burned all the spare clothing, and this
time, all the spare stuff that had been stolen.
Just before they started taking off all the hookers clothing, the bitch started screaming at
Reggie. Profanity wasn't even close to the vile things spoken. It was like Reggie had
opened the door to Hell and was listening to what came out. When the final piece of
clothing had been removed, the poor hooker had returned and didn't remember a thing.
She was shocked to find herself in a holding cell with 20 agents surrounding her. The
final blessing by the priest was enough.
The entire backup crew had done their jobs. They had gone over everything and had
exercised the spirits and contain the damage they could. When it all was done, anything
the pair had touched was destroyed.
The bitches were gone. Reggie felt like it was over. Mary Kate took that to be good
enough.
The bitches had come in like lions and left like quiet mice.
The poor couple who had made the misfortunate mistake of robbing a dead man in
lingerie had paid with their lives. The couple who had found the original chests had
indeed paid with their lives. Several people had died and there was nothing Reggie or
Mary Kate or any of the other FBI agents could do.
The local North Carolina authorities had fully thanked Reggie and Mary Kate for solving
and fixing the problems. They had made friends and names for themselves. For the
others who had been involved, they just went on with their lives.
It was cheering up time. Reggie really wanted a cup of Caf? Olay and a beniet.
There was only one good place. Caf? Dumond.
They were going back to New Orleans.
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