Author's Notes:

Tirek is in his 'buffed up' form in this.

Pain.

Intense, excruciating pain.

After having his legs broken by Gilda, Forte barely registered being dragged back to his cell, chained to the chair and the following beatings from Gilda's accomplices. Barely conscious, and after what felt like hours, he felt a heavy weight on his lap. Gilda stood, arms folded, directly in front of Forte; looking down at with all the contempt and disdain she could muster.

"I bet you regret trying to escape."

A faint murmur left Forte's gagged mouth and he nodded his head.

"You should regret it," she hissed, "You'll continue to regret it. You'll regret it even more after I torture you further."

Tears continued to fall down Forte's cheeks as he shook his head, just wishing his nightmare would end quickly.

"No? You don't want me to torture you?"

Forte shook his head again.

"Why not? It's so much fun! But, I'll come back to you later. I have a new...'guest' to greet. Sit tight now, I'll be back to play with you later," she replied, adding insult to injury by giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"I better take this with me," she added, holding a key in front of Forte, "It unlocks those padlocks to your chains. We wouldn't want you checking out early now, would we?"

Forte again shook his head.

"I better put it in a safe place," Gilda added, unzipping her jacket and putting the key between her breasts, "Don't worry, I won't lose it. Not that it matters if I do. You're not going anywhere."

Gilda got up off of Forte and walked to the cell door, turning to the guard on watch, "If he tries to escape again, break his arms."

"Yes boss."

Forte looked up, catching the attention of Gilda as she left.

"Oh didn't I tell you? I got promoted. Good night."

Gilda left, closing and locking the door behind her, just in time before Forte drifted off to sleep.

The ear-splitting screams echoed down the bunker corridors, curdling the blood of any too thin skinned to cope. Walking into the room, Gilda watched with delight at the sight of Tempest tied to a chair, being tortured by the new Underboss.

"Who else was working with you?" asked the Underboss, holding a hot iron rod.

Tempest groaned in pain before spitting at the man in response.

"Such a dirty reply," the Underboss replied, wiping the spit off of his cheek with a tissue, "Ah, I see we have a visitor."

Tempest looked over to see Gilda approach.

"My my my," Gilda teased, "You look like your in a bit of a pickle."

"Get lost, little girl," Tempest spat, blood dripping from her mouth, "The grown-ups are having a discussion."

With some force, Gilda delivered a firm backhand across Tempest's face, "Don't take that tone with me, prisoner!"

"Tempest, or should that be Fizzlepop," the Underboss said mockingly, eliciting some laughs from the present guards, "Allow me to introduce you to our newest Caporegime."

"You must be getting desperate for members if this silly little girl is the best you can get."

Rather than immediately retaliate, Gilda turned to the Underboss, "Could I have some time alone with our new 'guest'?"

"Of course," the Underboss replied, "Try not to enjoy yourself too much."

"No promises."

The Underboss and his goons left, leaving Gilda alone with Tempest.

"How's the legs?"

"Piss off."

Gilda responded by giving Tempest's legs a small kick, prompting more prolonged screams from Tempest.

"Did that hurt?" Gilda asked mockingly.

Tempest hissed painfully through her teeth, "Is that the best you have?"

A feral grin crossed Gilda's lips as she picked up the hot iron rod, "Let's see how loud you can scream."

Sunset creeped silently in the shadows across the hardwood floor, having removed her boots to lessen the noise. Despite trusting the Justicars to do their jobs, she couldn't just sit on her backside and do nothing. She had to do something. Her first attempt resulted in her friends tying her to a chair to prevent her escaping. But this time, with the girls distracted watching TV, Sunset took the opportunity to 'get another coffee'.

Via the back door and the number 60 bus to the outskirts of town.

Quietly opening the door, she put her coat and boots on and stepped outside.

"YOU BROKE A PINKIE PROMISE!"

*UNDISCLOSED LOCATION*

"The personnel have arrived sir," Colonel Bronze Hammer said.

"Good," Lord Wellington replied, "And the officer to lead the assault?"

"Major Forlorn Hope, sir."

"Excellent. Damn fine officer is Hope."

"From the ranks, is he not?"

Lord Wellington nodded, "Raised him myself. Yet the Army Board still stifles me by sending coffee house fops who I wouldn't trust to run a bath, let alone a battalion."

"Should I send the Major to you now, sir?"

"Yes."

The Colonel nodded and left the room, leaving Lord Wellington to think on to the battle ahead, but was quickly interrupted by his secure landline phone ringing. He walked over and picked up the receiver.

"Yes?"

"Sir, Chief Superintendent Lord Tirek is calling."

"Patch him through."

"Yes, sir."

After a couple of seconds, a deep booming voice came through the phone.

"Good evening, Nosey."

'Nosey' sighed, tired of that old childhood nickname, "Tirek. What do you want? I'm rather busy."

"I know. I heard about what's happened to those two kids. Lex informed me."

"To think that bastard has the same mother as ourselves."

"I take it you have plans in place to rescue them?"

"Yes. Major Hope will lead the assault."

"Then victory is assured," Tirek replied, feeling a sense of relief, "Hope and his band of Merry Men have a knack of completing the most impossible of tasks."

"Indeed," Wellington confirmed, "Don't let our step-brother or his scum-of-the-Earth followers know."

"I won't. Our dear step-brother does enjoy surprises after all. I wouldn't want to deprive him of one."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"I must go," Lord Wellington said, "I'll speak to you again later."

"Of course, good night to you, Lord Wellington."

Wellington rolled his eyes, "To you also, Lord Tirek."

Wellington placed the phone back down on the receiver and called out loudly to the door, "Enter."

The door opened and in Colonel Bronze Hammer, "Field Marshal Iron Duke, Major Forlorn Hope has arrived."

"Send him in."

"Yes sir."

Colonel Bronze Hammer walked over to the door and opened it, allowing another officer to walk in. A tall man with blonde hair and with a rough and ready appearance; he stood to attention in front of the Field Marshal's desk.

"Major Forlorn Hope, reporting as ordered sir."

"We have another mission for you, Hope. Very dangerous and death is likely. Are you interested?"

"Very much so sir," Hope replied, an eager smile crossing his face.

"Excellent. Are you familiar with the criminal gang leader known as Storm King?"

"I am sir."

"What do you know about him?"

"He is responsible for drug dealing, drug smuggling, profiteering, prostitution rackets, kidnapping, murder, arson, theft amongst other crimes, sir."

"Did you also know he's my half brother?"

"I did not, sir."

"We share the same mother, as does Chief Superintendent Lord Tirek. He may be related by blood, but he is no brother of mine. I will not be satisfied until that tyrant is swinging from the gallows."

"We shall succeed sir. The Chosen Men are ready for any fight."

"They better be, because you will be assaulting the Sarcanas Estate tonight. It will be a tough assignment Hope. I would use words like dire and dismal but that would only cheer you up."

Hope smiled, "Thank you, sir."

"If you succeed in this Hope, I'll see to it you are made Lieutenant Colonel."

"Thank you, sir."

"Dismissed, Hope."

"Hi Sunset!" Sonata said happily, as she watched Sunset being dragged on a chair into the room, "Did you ask to be tied up again?"

"No."

"Then why are you tied up?"

"She tried to leave the safe house to save Forte," Applejack answered.

"I thought you Pinkie Promised you wouldn't?"

"I did."

"There you go Sunset," Applejack said, positioning Sunset directly in front of Sonata, "The girls have decided it's in yer interest, and ours, to keep yer tied up until Forte is found."

"Untie me! I promise I won't run away!" Sunset screamed, struggling to free herself, "Again."

"No can do sugarcube," Applejack replied, making sure the knots were tight, "Besides, yer if enough trouble. Yer broke a Pinkie Promise."

After confirming the knots on Sunset were tight, she made her way to the door, "Now you girls sit tight now. We'll pop in later with fried chicken."

"Can we have tacos?"

"Aria says you can have taco's the same day she unties you."

"But that'll be never!"

"See you later ladies," Applejack said, closing and locking the door.

They're really not taking chances this time. Damn Pinkie's Pinkie Sense!

Turning her attention away from the door and back to Sonata, she couldn't help but stare in bewilderment at how happy Sonata was, even though she was in the same situation.

"So you broke a Pinkie Promise?" Sonata asked, "That's kinda stupid. Even I wouldn't be that dumb."

Sunset scowled and clenched her jaw, not liking being reminded by the slow-witted Sonata how stupid her actions were, "Yes. I foolishly forgot about Pinkie's Pinkie Sense. And now I'm here. Again."

"Oh it's not so bad," Sonata replied, smiling, "You have me to keep you company."

"Oh how wonderful," Sunset deadpanned, "Hey, I know, you could ask them to untie us? They might listen to you!"

"Why would I do that?" Sonata laughed, "I asked them to do it. I like being tied up. So do you!"

"I DO NOT!"

"Then why are your cheeks burning bright red?"

Sunset fumed silently all the while staring deadly daggers at Sonata.

"Hey, Sunset?!"

"What?"

"Wanna hear about the history of tacos?"

"No."

"Well it all started-"

Sunset sighed and resigned herself to her fate.

Couldn't they have at least gagged her?

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Back in Forte's cell, Forte could only squirm uncomfortably under the watchful gaze of the guard, not in a good mood as guarding Forte also meant changing his soiled nappies whilst he slept, as he had just done in the last half hour. Something he was most repulsed to do and as such resented Forte for it. Hour after hour drifted by until the door suddenly opened and the guard on duty immediately stood to attention.

"Hello there, Forte," the Underboss said with a cheerful smile, as though he was selling sweets to children and not in the middle of torturing them, "How are you my boy?"

Forte could only scowl in response.

The Underboss shook his head, "Kids these days are so disrespectful."

He walked over to Forte and removed the gag, placing it on a table behind Forte along with various other 'tools' not intended for use on the human body.

"Would you like a drink?" the Underboss asked, "I like rum myself. Have you ever had it?"

Forte shook his head.

"Then you should try some."

A few seconds later, Forte saw a glass filled with rum in front of him, its strong smell overwhelming his already worn senses. He barely had time to refuse before it was forced down his throat, the strong beverage causing him to cough which in turn caused further pain to his abdomen and chest.

"Good stuff, eh? Have some more."

The Underboss shoved the neck of the bottle into Forte's mouth and pinching his nose, forced him to swallow. After several seconds, Forte had downed a good portion of the bottle, the alcohol's effects already evident; light headed and barely able to hold a coherent thought together, Forte's head swayed from side to side.

"Wow," the Underboss said, "You really are a lightweight. No wonder you're still in nappies."

Forte tried to respond, but in his heavily intoxicated state his response was nothing more than an incoherent mumble.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I...I want...to...go home..."

The Underboss smiled and leaned in close to Forte's face, "This is your home now. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to visit your girlfriend."

Forte looked up to the Underboss, fear evident in his eyes.

"She's a lovely girl. And I'm going to show her my own interpretation of 'breaking and entering'."

"No...no...don't hurt her..."

"Hurt her?" the Underboss laughed, "Since when has making love hurt anyone?"

"You bastard."

Forte was punched hard on the nose which was soon followed up by several more hard blows.

"YOU! LITTLE! PIECE! OF! SHIT!"

Fresh bruises covered Forte's face as blood trickled down from his nose.

"Why...do you...hate...me?"

"Shut up!"

"What...did I ever...do to...you?"

"I said shut up!" the Underboss bellowed, punching Forte hard in his gut.

Forte cried out in pain again, his screams echoing throughout the room. The Underboss however, was not at all impressed.

"Fucking kids these days. You're all a bunch of lightweights. In my day kids took their beatings without a word, and if they gobbed off you gave them another."

He walked back over to the tool station and picked up the gag, fastened it tightly back into Forte's mouth, Forte still crying.

"You're a pathetic little mummy's boy. You deserve every single beating we give you. And you have many many more to come."

How is she still talking? Sunset wondered, She's been talking non-stop about tacos for hours!

Her taco history torture was interrupted by the unlocking and opening of the bedroom door, giving Sunset the first bit of relief she had felt in hours.

"Hey Sunset," Rainbow said, holding up a bucket of fried chicken, "I got food for you."

"Finally! I'm starving!"

"What about me?" Sonata asked.

"I'll be feeding you," Aria replied, holding another takeaway bag.

Sonata's eyes lit up with unbridled joy, "You brought me tacos!"

"No," Aria replied, smirking in delight, "The tacos are for me. You have chicken like the kinky minx over there."

"Hey!"

"But I want tacos!"

"Not tonight sister," Aria replied, holding a chicken drumstick in front of Sonata, "Now eat up and I may give you tacos tomorrow night."

"But you said that last night! And every night before that!"

"Hey Dash?"

"Yes, Sunnykinks?"

Sunset scowled at the nickname, "If you untie me I could feed myself."

"Sorry. I Pinkie Promised I wouldn't untie you."

"So?"

"So? You're in the situation you're in because you broke a Pinkie Promise. And if I break a Pinkie Promise too...well, you'll have a new room mate."

"Fine!" Sunset grumbled, "But before you go could you at least gag Sonata? I swear if I hear the word 'taco' one more time-"

"But who doesn't like hearing about tacos?"

"She's out cold, ma'am."

Gilda stared in disappointment at Tempest's unconscious body, the torture too much for her to cope with.

"For crying out loud, just as we were really getting going, "Gilda scoffed, "Oh well, I'll go and see the horse-fucker. Let me know when she regains consciousness, so we can continue our electrifying playdate."

"Yes boss," the underlings replied.

Gilda left Tempest's torture room and made her way to Forte, having already decided what she intends to do.

Bursting into the room, the banging of the door echoed around the room, startling both the guard and Forte. Gilda made a beeline straight for him, straddled and un-gagged him and immediately thrusting her tongue into his mouth, giving what she thought was a passionate kiss for several seconds before pulling out. Forte, battered and bruised physically and mentally, could barely put a coherent thought together.

"Did you like that?"

Forte gave no answer, still too out of it to barely register his surroundings.

"I know, right? You're so amazed you have no answer."

She again began to 'passionately' kiss him on his mouth and bite his lips, ignoring his clearly repulsed feelings, caring only for her own satisfaction; and began sliding her hand down his groin area, massaging it soon resulting in a natural biological response. One that sickened Forte, but delighted Gilda.

"You're really into this bondage shit aren't you?" Gilda asked mockingly, "What would Sunbitch say if she knew you were getting off from me?"

Gilda continued to molest Forte, who despite his best efforts to think of other things, gave off involuntary moans of pleasure. Even through his nappy, Gilda could feel his member stiffening quickly.

"You're a sick freak," Gilda snarled before it formed into a grin, "I think I might actually start to like you."

Gilda went in to kiss Forte full on the mouth again, still massaging his groin.

In the other cell, Shimmer continued to shake in terror as the Underboss caressed her cheeks and sniffed what was left of her hair like a creepy old pervert, "Such a lovely girl."

She tried to squirm away but was held firmly in place by the chains.

"Oh come now sweetie," the Underboss said, "I know you prefer the boy, but he's Gilda's toy to play with now, as you are now mine."

Shimmer shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks.

"No? You don't wish to be my toy?"

Shimmer shook her head again and stared at the Underboss, watching with increasing horror as he began unzipping his trousers.

"Unfortunately for you," he replied with a feral grin, quickly changing Shimmer's ball gag for an O-ring gag, "You don't have a choice."

"So Sunny? Wanna hear the rest of taco history?"

A muffled response left Sunset's mouth, the duct tape preventing speech. Aria 'misinterpreted' Sunset's request to gag Sonata to allow her peace and quiet and gagged Sunset instead. Much to toe former's amusement and the latter's anger.

"That's great! I love you Sunny-Bunny! You're such a great listener!"

Sonata began her long lecture once more, oblivious to Sunset's disinterest and burning internal rage.

I'm going to get you back for this, Aria!

"YOU FUCKING ANIMAL FUCKING BASTARD!" Gilda spat, slapping Forte as blood trickled off of her lip, "FUCKING BITING ME?!"

"Not...nice...to be...hurt...is it?" Forte wheezed out, feeling proud he finally managed to hurt Gilda.

"You'll fucking pay for biting me!" Gilda screamed, walking over to the tool table. Grabbing what she needed, she walked back to Forte and held in front of him the implement she intended to use.

"I'm going to make sure you can never bite anyone again!" she snarled, relishing in the look of abject horror in Forte's face.

"NO! NO! NO! I'M SORR-"

Gilda shoved the pliers into Forte's mouth, immediately gripping a molar and pulling and twisting tightly. Gilda continued unfazed through Forte's blood curdling screams, the latter unable to even thrash around even in the slightest due to chains tightly binding him. Forte tried in vain to shake his head free, but the guard on duty only held his head in place, allowing for easier work for Gilda.

"If you're going to bite like an animal," Gilda said, still pulling and twisting Forte's tooth, "Then you can't have your teeth!"

Gilda twisted the pliers even more, prompting louder screams from Forte.

The only thing stopping her was a loud thud on the door.

Turning back to Forte, she was about to start torturing him again when another thud hit the door. Quickly followed by another and then another.

"See who's disturbing my fun and tell them to piss off," she ordered the guard.

The guard walked over to the door and began to open it.