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Crimson Midnight	By : HellraiserMomma Category: +1 through F > Biker Mice from Mars Views: 2686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own the BMFM, they are the property of their rightful owners. This fic is strictly for entertainment only. The characters Jadelyn/Blade, Crystal, Justin, Damian, and Mathias are mine. The character Midnight belongs to Midnight. WARNING: This fic has Non consensual sex in it, language, and tentacles. DO NOT read if you are under aged.
Crimson Midnight
Chapter Three
by J. Hellraiser
August 26, 2006
Copyright J. Hellraiser, all rights reserved.
Two months have passed since the mice had encountered Blade, though the Arien girl had left a month ago. She’d told them something about a job that she needed to do, but said she’d be back as soon as she could. For Vinnie’s frame of mind, that was a good thing, since they’d received a message from Mars. Stoker, Carbine, and Rimfire were coming on the Stalker ship to Earth for a visit. The last thing the Biker Mice needed was a fight issuing between their Coach and the General. The group waited patiently for the ship to arrive for most of the day. Towards evening, they heard the sound of a descending ship and headed out the backdoor to watch the Stalker ship land. Smiles adorned their faces as the visiting Martians exited the ship, their own faces grinning in return. Carbine hugged Throttle briefly, though the two of them were no longer an item, they maintained their friendship. Modo gave Rimfire a bear hug in greeting, while Stoker socked Vinnie in his arm. Then it turned in to an all out brawl, with all the males involved. Rolling their eyes, Charley and the two females went back in to the garage. Once done, the boys joined the ladies in the garage, laughing.
Stoker took a good look at the dark furred Martian girl. Vinnie explained that he was seeing her and that she meant a lot to him. To Stoke, she was the epitome of what it meant to be female. Gentle, soft spoken, her demeanor calm. Vinnie couldn’t have chosen a better woman in Stoke’s eyes. He even approved of how Midnight took to Vin’s daughter.
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Elsewhere In Space…
It had been a quiet night at the Pluto Tavern. Bruce, the owner and bartender there, sighed in satisfaction. Nearly all the tables were full and other than a few arguments, no real fights had broken out tonight. It probably wouldn’t stay like that, but it was nice to enjoy it while it did. As he wiped down the bar, Bruce heard the door open and admit a visitor. He looked up, his eyes suddenly going round. A female anthro stood in the doorway, seemingly scanning the room behind her odd shades. Blood red hair was confined in a twist on top of her head, biker clothes covered a well muscled body, the weapons she bore had the look of experience. Bruce shuddered involuntarily, then noticed the ring in her right ear, high up. Those types of earrings were worn only by those who belonged to the Bounty Hunter Guild, which accounted for the girl’s formidable appearance.
Her eyes lit on him, causing Bruce to gulp. She walked purposely towards the bar, her stride both graceful and minimal. And silent. That was unnerving, considering she was wearing three-inch high-heel leather boots.
“Can I help you?”
Sitting first, she looked behind her, then back at him, “A beer, the strongest ya got.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow, but got her the beer. Some of the occupants glanced now and then at the girl, but thankfully, didn’t try anything. Bruce had a feeling they knew how dangerous she was too. Things were quiet for another half hour when the trouble he had been dreading walked through the door. Three hulking brutes, ones Bruce recognized as members of the slave traders came over to the bar and sat down. One of them, the burliest of the trio, leered at the girl, taking note of her curvaceous figure.
“Hey wench, whadda say ye come t’me place, ‘m sure I could rock your world.”
Silence met his question.
“I’m talking to ya, Bitch!”
Again, silence.
“I’ll teach ya a lesson!”
He swung at her, aiming for her head. Or at least he tried. A slender hand blocked his fist, holding it easily. Icy green eyes stared at him from behind the shades as she began to close her hand, crushing the bones of his. His shout of anger had turned in to a cry of pain before she released his hand, then gave a swift uppercut with her right fist. The punch sent him flying off the stool and on to the floor, moaning. His two pals charged her, intending to make her pay. Moving faster than any of the men there thought possible, she got behind them and knocked them out. As the first man came to, she knelt beside him, pulling out a long dagger and placing it on his neck, another on his groin.
“I have a few questions to ask ya. I want to find a Martian named Malice, where would I find him?”
“What makes ya think ‘d know anything ‘bout ‘im?”
“He traffics in drugs and you boys seem pretty well off in that department. So tell me where he is,” she emphasized this statement by drawing a bit of blood at his throat.
The man licked his lips, realizing she had the upper hand. One wrong move and he’d either be dead or singing a permanent soprano.
“Earth, ‘m not sure where, but tha’s where e’d be.”
She stood, satisfied, and sheathed her weapons. The men backed away as she turned, heading for the door.
The man sat up, “Hey, who the ‘ell are ya anyway?!”
She turned slowly, a smirk forming on her face, “Crimson Blade.”
Blade closed the door to the bar, smirking still at the many staring eyes. The walk to her ship was a short one. This spaceport, like so many others in this part of the universe, was small.
They may be small, but at least they’re efficient. Jade thought with a smile, noticing her spaceship, Stargazer, had already been refueled and restocked.
[Start the engines, Star, I’m almost onboard.]
[Acknowledged.]
Stargazer was one of the few ships in the universe that was also equipped with an AI chip, freeing up the pilot to do other things while on board. Blade had built Star while she’d been training on the planet Taros, wanting a ship that could be like a partner.
[Where are we heading, Blade?]
“Set a return course for Earth, Star,” she told the ship once onboard.
The almond-shaped black ship started up its engines, then lifted off the ground, pulling in the landing gear before shooting off in to space.
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Midnight was having a great time, finally relaxing around the three strange Martians. She had hoped that maybe Irisa or Clayton would snag a ride, but she hid her disappointment well. A week had passed since Stoker, Carbine, and Rimfire had landed, the visiting mice enjoying their time on Earth. As usual, Midnight was up early and decided to start breakfast. Just as she was finishing the bacon, Mid heard a familiar engine. A smile came to her face as she watched the Arien woman known as Blade ride in to the bays. Blade removed her helmet after shutting down Shadow, returning Mid’s smile. Then her eyes caught sight of all the food.
“Wow, Mid. Are you feeding an army?”
Mid laughed, “No, some friends of the boys came to visit. I’m surprised you didn’t notice the ship out back.”
“Came from the other direction. Is there enough there for me? I’m kinda hungry, but not enough to try to stomach any concoction I make.”
That comment made the dark furred Martian giggle, “There should be plenty. Can you put glasses on the table while I get the drinks?”
While Blade was helping Mid, the rest of the garage occupants joined them in the bays. Vinnie blinked twice to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, then let out a whoop before vaulting the railing and catching Blade up in a hug.
Blade laughed, “Nice to see you too, Big Bro!”
Stoker paled under his fur. Big Bro?
Vinnie smiled, giving her another hug, “I’m just glad you’re safe, Little Sis.”
Little Sis?
Stoker stared a Blade, wondering who she was. That is, until his eyes came to the heart-shaped birth mark on her neck. The formidable Freedom Fighter felt his eyebrows arch up before coming down over narrowed eyes.
“Jadelyn.”
Blade froze, her eyes going wide behind her glasses. She turned slowly, facing the old warrior standing next to Throttle. Everyone else in the garage froze, hearing the heat in that one spoken word.
“So, you finally decide to return, after fourteen years. What’s the matter, Jadelyn, get lost or just didn’t want to deal with responsibility?”
Blade stared at him, fuming on the inside. There were two ways to handle this: Politely or the Fuck It approach. She decided to go with choice number two.
“Well, sorry it took so long. Traffic is a bitch sometimes and gas prices are getting high. Not to mention Bounty Hunting doesn’t offer paid vacations, though there is a dental plan,” she grinned, watching Stoker’s face go red under his fur, “Plutark isn’t exactly a hop, skip, and a jump from here, Father.”
“FATHER?!?!”
Blade winced, putting a finger in her ear and wiggling it around a little, “Damn that was loud. My poor sensitive ears.”
All eyes turned from Blade to Vinnie, who laughed rather sheepishly, “Eh, heh. What can I say guys, Stoke thought it better if no one knew we were, ya know, father and son.”
Charley blinked a few times, “Well that explains a lot.”
Stoker growled, “Apparently you’re still as…inconsiderate as ever.”
Blade blew him a kiss, “I learned from the best, Father-Dear.”
Fur bristling, Stoker stalked over to Blade and raised his hand, ready to strike her. However, the green-eyed Martian had other ideas. Before he could even pull his hand all the way back, a laser was leveled at his face. The old warrior blinked in surprise.
“Let me give you a quick news flash, Stoker was it? I’m one of the top ten Bounty Hunters in the UG. In other words, I’m labeled as lethal. I suggest you think twice before attempting to slap or injure me in any way. And that includes humiliation.”
“I’m your FATHER, Jadelyn! Or have you forgotten that little fact?”
Blade raised an eyebrow, “NOW you’re claiming responsibility for me? Where the hell were you when I was born? Where were you when I needed you most? Too busy obsessing over some missing Princess! You didn’t want to deal with me because I was everything she was not. On top of that, you viewed me as a failure, just because I was born a mute!”
Glaring still, the Arien girl pulled out her cigarettes and put one in her mouth. She lit it and took a long drag off of it to calm her nerves. Stoker watched, his hands clenched in to fists at his side.
“You’re smoking too? I suppose you drink as well don’t you?”
“Yeah that’s right Stoker. I’m royally fucked up. Happy?”
“Um, what princess? Mars has a princess?” Charley asked, rather timidly after seeing Stoker’s rage.
Blade made a dismissive motion, grabbing her helmet, “If you wanna know about that, I’m outta here. I heard ‘nough when I was younger.”
Midnight watched sadly as Blade took off out of the garage, her posture stiff. Stoker must have a big obsession for this princess if it made Blade that mad. Realization finally set in. Stoker was Vinnie’s father! Mid’s large, golden eyes got larger in surprise. Vinnie looked at the expression on her face and led her to a seat.
“Don’t worry so much,” he whispered in her ear, “My father likes you, so be happy.”
He sat down next to her, smiling, before digging in to his meal. Vinnie didn’t pay much attention to Stoker, having heard the story before. Everyone else ate their food while listening to the old mouse.
“The story starts about eighteen years ago. The Plutarkians had begun buying up the land and buying off some of our own people. King Gunfire was making trouble for the Plutarkians and many of the Martians who started working for them decided to get rid of him and all those close to him. They attacked Firestorm Palace and killed everyone except for the youngest daughter, Myadi. I was head of the Royal Guards, but we were overwhelmed, we thought it best to get as many people out as possible after the Royal Family had been murdered. My second in command took Myadi, setting out for a remote outpost to keep her safe, but they never made it. We found his ship and his corpse, but there was no sign of Princess Myadi.”
Carbine looked at Stoker, surprised, “I didn’t know you served the Royals. You never spoke about it.”
“I thought it best to keep a low profile.”
“But what about Myadi? You never found her?” Charley asked.
Stoker shook his head, “No, not that I’ve given up the search. I WILL find her and help restore Mars as it should be.”
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Blade stopped at a fast food joint to pick up something to eat, wolfing it down quickly. Now was a good time for her to get to business. The red-headed Martian pulled out her laptop and began running the files. Green eyes narrowed as a familiar file came up on screen.
Name: Mathias Krimson
Alias: Malice
Age: 32
DOB: Unknown
Occupation: Drug Dealer
Skills: Training in genetics, Self Defense, Medical Training
Relatives: Damian Krimson (father); Holly Lightbringer (sister, deceased); Mouse (brother, deceased); Mouse (sister, deceased); Ticodey Lightbringer (brother); Justin Krimson (brother).

Justin. She missed him, everyday. Wondering what he liked, what he looked like now.
Blade shook her thoughts clear. She had to concentrate on the task at hand. There’d be time later to think of Justin. Typing quickly, Blade entered the Limburger computer system remotely, taking a little peek at the files. Mathias was nearby, nearer than she was comfortable with. Her tail rubbed absently at the scar on her back, remembering when Mathias had whipped her brutally.
My father just THINKS he knows me. HA! He has no idea what I’ve been through, had done to me. And he most likely never will because that would mean actually showing that he cares, even a little.
Blade had no illusions when it came to her father. Most people didn’t know it, but he was obsessed with perfection. And if you didn’t measure up, you weren’t worth his time. It was admirable, to some degree, since it made the Freedom Fighters the kind of force they were. But it was also driving a large wedge between father and daughter.
Once, just once, I’d like him to look at me and be proud of who I am.
Wishful thinking. The red-haired Martian packed up her stuff and jumped back on to Shadow. Mathias she could handle, he wasn’t THAT much of a fighter and she wasn’t a scared little girl anymore. No, she would get the information she wanted and just be on her way. After making sure Mathias couldn’t tell his dear father anything that is.
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Blade walked up to the warehouse that Mathias had claimed as his own and peered inside. Her target was hunched over a makeshift table, a rat she didn’t recognize sitting across from him. One look at the rat told her that he was on something, a glance at his arms told her what. Along his arms there were needle holes, though only someone with her vision could see them. The rat was a heroin user and was buying off of Mathias. Not surprising. Blade stepped forward, walking up to her target. Mathias looked up, startled to see his father’s old test subject not a foot away from him. He sneered at her, hiding his surprise.
“Well well, if it isn’t little Jadelyn, all grown up. Girl like you shouldn’t be wandering around on her own, it could be dangerous.”
Laughing, he stood up, only to find himself pinned to the wall, Blade’s luminous green eyes boring in to his, “I’m not here for small talk, Mathias. Tell me where your father is, I have business with him first.”
Mathias growled at the Arien girl in front of him, her claws slowly digging in to his neck. Truthfully, he didn’t know where his father was. Blade glared at him, tightening her hand more. She was so focused on Mathias and getting an answer from him, that she missed the person coming up behind her and the blow to the head that sent her in to darkness.
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Blade came to slowly, her body stiff and unresponsive. As her vision cleared, Blade saw the reason behind her bodies lack of motion. She had been tied up by…things. The Arien girl wasn’t sure WHAT they were, but she knew that they were uncomfortable. A sadistic laugh to her right made her turn.
“Ah, little Jadelyn. I see that you have woken up. How do you like my pet? I made it myself.”
“It reflects your personality, Damian. Twisted and disgusting,” Blade felt the tentacles tighten on her ever so slightly, as though responding to her words.
“Now, now. Be nice or my pet just might squeeze you to death. And that would ruin all the fun.”
Blade’s eyes went wide, watching him remove his clothing, realizing her own clothing had been removed at some point. The tentacles holding her tightened painfully, spreading her arms and legs wide, leaving her body exposed. Damian leaned down, running a hand almost lovingly up her thigh and in to the blood red curls that nested above her entrance. Blade clenched her teeth, hate burning through her body. The Martian grinned at her, then sat back, stroking himself. Confused for a moment, Blade realized too late the other purpose of the tentacles.
Blade choked on a scream as the first tentacle rammed in to her hard, the slithery thing coiling itself before plunging back in again. Two more tentacles mauled her breasts, bringing an involuntary moan to her lips. A fourth tentacle was caressing her backside, sliding between to reach her other opening. This time Blade did scream, the pain beyond comprehension, never having been touched there before. Damian smiled.
“Don’t worry, little Jadelyn. When I made you what you are, I made sure you could not only withstand pain, but enjoy it.”
“Bastard,” Blade told him through clenched teeth, tears running down her cheeks.
Unfortunately, she realized he was right. The agonizing pain soon turned in to an odd form of pleasure. Blade could feel a warmth starting in her pelvic region and spreading out. As the tentacles continued to ravish her, the Arien girl felt her excitement build, the need to release becoming almost unbearable. Feeling the tentacles remove themselves from her, she almost cried out in frustration. Something larger and harder replaced the tentacles at her pussy. Through lust fogged eyes, she saw Damian above her. His hands grabbed her hips and with one swift movement, he thrust deep in to her. Blade’s cry was of both pain and pleasure. Damian grinned, pounding in to the Martian girl, his balls slapping against her. Blade felt betrayed by her body, how she gave herself up to Damian so easily. She was further betrayed by hearing herself beg him.
“Please, harder. I want to come.”
The Martian’s grin grew and he picked up the pace, his hands roaming over Blade’s heaving chest. She felt the pressure building to unbearable levels before suddenly releasing violently. Blade screamed out Throttle’s name as her orgasm hit her. Damian growled, but couldn’t stop himself from releasing in to her. He slapped Blade hard across the face.
“Next time, you will scream MY name! Just as Throttle does when I take him!”
Blade spat blood at him, having cut her lip on one of her fangs. Damian wiped it off his face, staring or glaring down at the captive girl. Her flushed skin, flashing eyes, and taunt body caused his penis to stir again. He leaned down, sucking one of her erect nipples in to his mouth. Blade clenched her teeth shut, tears coming to her eyes when he bit a little too hard. It wasn’t long before he was fully erect again. Damian reclined back, the tentacles acting as a cushion for him as they also moved Blade so that she was kneeling in front of him.
“I want you to suck me, hard. And don’t try anything funny, my little pet will take care of you if you do.”
Gorge rising in her throat, Blade did as she was told, nearly gagging on him. Damian groaned as her hot mouth caressed his length, her long tongue dancing over him. Tiring of this, he removed himself from her mouth and forced Blade on to her hands and knees, pulling her tail to the side so that he could enter her tight ass. Blade’s claws dug in to the ground as he pushed in to her, the saliva on his member providing a little lubrication. It hurt. Oh Ares how it hurt her, he was so much bigger than his tentacle pet. Once in all the way, Damian barely gave her time to adjust to the new feeling before pulling almost all the way out to slam in to her again. Tears came again to Blade’s eyes and began to fall as he continued to ram her, the pain ebbing in to pleasure. Damian pulled out of Blade all the way, making the girl gasp at the sudden loss. He reclined back once again, taking Blade with him so that she straddled his stomach.
“I want you to put me inside of you. I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to come for me,” he had gripped her slender throat tightly, Blade’s eyes growing wide in fear, “You WILL scream my name or else I’ll snap your neck like a twig.”
He released her neck and laid back, waiting. Shaking, Blade took his member and impaled herself on it, stars dancing in front of her eyes a moment. Once she took him all the way in, the Martian doctor grabbed her hips and rammed up in to her, making her gasp. Grinning, Damian put all his strength in to it, watching Blade’s breasts bounce in time to his thrusts. He felt Blade tense before throwing her head back and screaming his name, tears streaming from her eyes. Grunting, Damian thrust a few more times before releasing in to her. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, thrusting his tongue in to her mouth. A smirk came to his face.
“Perhaps you and I will have another child now.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Hmm, that can be arranged my dear.”
Blade smirked at him, “You wouldn’t kill me, Damian. After all the time and effort you put in to making me what I am, that’d be wasteful.”
He grabbed her in an almost crushing grip, “You are as perceptive as always. And right. But now I must go, I’ll leave you to my little pet. It should please you until I get back to finish the job.”
Blade watched him go, her body relaxed. The tentacles, thinking she was submissive now, loosened their hold on her, especially on her left arm. That was all Blade needed. Her fan-blade emerged from her arm, connecting with her palm to form a saw blade. Moving quickly, the Martian girl sliced through the tentacles holding her prisoner and moved away from them, limping slightly. It didn’t take long for her to find her clothes and weapons. Once dressed, Blade decided it was best to leave this hell hole, till a faint, but familiar scent reached her nose.
It can’t be!
Following her nose, Blade came to a cell, the owner of the scent inside. Without thought, the Bounty Hunter blasted the lock off and grabbed the startle child by the arm. Together the two of them made their way out of the warehouse, not speaking until they were safely away. Blade stared at the child as he stooped over to catch his breath.
“Are you all right?”
He looked up, startled, then stared at the woman in front of him. Blood red hair surrounding a tawny colored face dominated by two almond-shaped luminous green eyes. The last time he’d seen that face he’d only been a baby. He ran forward, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I’m fine, I really am. I missed you, Mother!”
Blade laid a hand on his head before hugging him back fiercely, “I missed you too my little Justin.”
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