Samantha Jenkins The Collectible part 2 by Shredhead The flames from their torches danced in the cool breeze and lit up the cave in its omnious glow as scores of men stood silent. With torches in one hand and primal, wooden spears in the other, they stood straight, their black bodies bathed in the afterglow of the moonlight coming from the entrance of the cave. They stood opposite to each other, in a perfectly straight line to welcome their queen. "Issa...Issa...Issa" The chants began as their queen emerged from the entrance, the loyal men slamming the base of their spears to the ground in rhythm with the chants. "alle hael koningin Issa" cried the man standing by her throne as the men descended to one knee to show their respect. Issa walked through the entrance wearing nothing but snake styled gold curls around her biceps and matching anklets, her nude muscled body oiled and glistening in the glow of the torches. Her long black hair trailed across the length of her back, swaying in rhythm with her shapely hips, strutting with flamboyant elegance. She walked with her back dead straight, one foot in front of the other in long, smooth strides. Her light ebony skin glowing in the light of the torches. She walked till the base of the stairs leading up to her throne and turned around. Her piercing, green eyes gazed across the room fixing each of the men with a cold gaze. All of slowly got up of their knees and resumed formation. Issa studied the men wearing wolf masks on their head and lion cloth across their waists. She cast her gaze upon the room until Issa found the one she was looking for. There in the formation, one of them stood out, his legs twitching with nervousness, he breathed hard as his hands shook. "Shoshone," she spoke in a calm, elegant voice. "Come forward and meet your queen" Shoshone moved out of the formation and took nervous, long strides toward his queen. His hands shook as he saw her, his trembling legs fumbling their way toward Issa. Issa smiled as they stood face to face and held out her arm. Shoshone trembled with fear and fell to his knees instead, as if asking for forgiveness. Issa's smile slowly faded away as she snapped her hand back and turned around, walking up the steps to her throne. Two men bowed as she took her seat on the concrete cathedra. She looked toward Shoshone with disgust and then turned her head toward the two men beside her and smiled. They bowed down and made their way down to Shoshone and took of his mask, revealing his pale, white eyes. They teared up as he saw the two men raise their spears. "Nee! Nee!" He pleaded as his cries echoed through the cave and then...nothing! Samantha Jenkins sighed as she looked at the small man before her. His large spectacles rested on his fat, flubby, freckled cheeks and moved up and down as he spoke in his annoying, nasally voice. "A limited edithion el diablo figurine in mint condithion," He beamed as Samantha suddenly tuned back in. His tongue appeared and disappeared between braces laden teeth and his overbearing lisp bored into her skull. "Told you not to piss off Jones" Jimmy whispered ribbing her playfully. "Me? It was your idea to go shooting with monkeys!" "You mean Lemurs?" "Oh shut up!" Samantha said not realising that the tone of her voice had increased a decibel or two. "What!?" said the man behind the counter in surprise. "Oh...nothing, Mr. Caldwell! Please continue" Caldwell adjusted his spectacles and stared at her for a while before continuing with a dissapproving nod. "Ath i wath thaying before i wath tho rudely interrupted" Caldwell looked at Samantha who wanted a dig a ditch in the sand and bury her head in it. "Thith limited edithion figurine wath almotht thtolen from me latht night" "Wait a minute, hold up! Last night?" Samantha ears finally perked up at something she thought she could finally use. "Yup! but i thcared them off!" Caldwell beamed adjusting his spectacles. "Uh-huh...err...how exactly did you scare them off?" Samantha's eyebrows were raised in disbelief. "Well there were two of em, dreththed like thome tribal cothplayer'th or thomething," Caldwell's short, stubby hands motioned to show Samantha how tall and wide the men were. He motioned at his equally stubby, short feet to tell her that he kicked one in the head and punched the other. Caldwell secretly hoped she would buy it but it was clear from the cold, unintrested gaze from her beautiful green eyes that she wasn't falling for it. "Geez! you believe this guy?," She whispered to Jimmy. Jimmy had tuned the world out and instead stared at Samantha's luscious, beautiful body. Her sleeveless, white crop top finished just below her firm, modest breasts and showed off her toned biceps and six-pack abs perfectly. Her slender, musculed legs were a sight to behold and her feet were encased in pure white Jordan's. Her shapely waistline and hips hugged the short jeans that she wore. "Jimmy! Yo, earth-to-Jimmy!" She whispered softly as his eyes slowly adjusted their focus on her divine face. Samantha's short pixie-cut jet black hair was a perfect contrast to her dusky skin and her cute dimples came into his view as she snapped him out of his daze with a hard poke to his ribs. "Awwww!," Jimmy cried as Caldwell looked at them both disapprovingly. "Okay, that'th it!...you two, outta my store now!" Caldwell yelled as he shoved them both out of the entrance. "Mr. Caldwell, wait..." Caldwell shut the door on Samantha's face before she could complete the sentence. "Geez! What was with that guy? C'mon Jimmy let's get outta here" "So ancient tribal cosplayer's huh? You buy that crap?" Jimmy shrugged as Samantha peered through her notes on a little notepad. "I don't know Jimmy, I mean I have seen weirder things" "So let me get this straight! There are two cosplayer's running around who want a mint-condition El Diablo figurine?" "Actually Jimmy.." Samantha said as she peered at the open road before them "there maybe more" Jimmy looked down the street to see a line of chopper bikes approach the shop. They rode in formation, with five bikes on either side flaking two in the middle. The men wore primal loin cloths and wolf masks. On their backs were wooden spears and the two bikes in the centre had a wooden throne, balanced precariously on the shoulders of the two riders. On the throne sat Issa, now wearing a tiny loin cloth around her waist and an equally tiny tiger stripped cloth bra that did barely anything to hide her ample bossoms. She sat with her legs criss crossed over each other and her arms outstrecthed over the length of the throne. "Uh...Jimmy" Samantha said as she watched the little man stare is disbelief at the scene unfolding before him. Draping her transfixed partner on her shoulders, Samantha ran to hide inside their blue pickup as the bikes veered next to the shop. Issa got down from her throne and glanced at the blue pickup where Samantha and Jimmy hid. She smiled devilshly and pressed one finger against her lips in a seductive 'Shhh' before entering the shop. After a while, she came out holding the figurine, her green eyes gazing appetizingly at her prize. She sent two men back into the store before riding out with her posse again. "So now there are ancient tribal cosplayers who have a queen and ride on bikes?" Samantha told Jimmy to shut up as she watched the two men go back into the store brandishing their spears. "We have to go back in there" Samantha said as she opened the door of the pickup. "Are you crazy? Do you see the size of these guys" Jimmy's eyes went wide in shock. "What do you suggest? We sit here and wait till they kill him?" Samantha jumped out of the pickup and ran toward the store. "Samantha..Saman...fuck..." Jimmy jumped out and followed close behind "What am I getting myself into?" Both of them raced to the glass door of the entrace and saw Caldwell's small body dangling in one of the men's hands. The other lifted up his spear and aimed at his heart. "Shit...shit...shit! What do we do Sam? Sam?" Jimmy looked back at her only to realise that she had stood up and almost opened the door. "SHIT!" The door opened with a jolt as the two men looked back at the woman standing before them. "Oh hey there! I've heard this is the place to visit if you are looking for rare collectibles? Pretty neat huh?" The two men looked at her in awkward silence, Samantha studied the two of them carefully. Both at least 7-foot tall and made of muscle. Their hard, black skins glistening in harsh light of the sun. They wore wolf masks on their head and a small loin cloth around their waists. Without a word, one of them threw the spear at Samantha's head, she barely ducked in time as the spear whistled past her head. She stood up only to find herself face to face with the man who threw the weapon. "How the.." were the only words that came out of her mouth as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back first into the wall. Without releasing the chokehold, he punched her hard in her chiseled abs and followed up with a elbow smack in between her breasts. Samantha felt the wind driven out of her as she bent over and coughed. "That...fucking...hurt!" She said as the man primed a knee and sent it hurtling toward her face. She caught it at the last minute and flipped him around, driving a hard forearm into his back that staggered him over the counter. Wanting to press the advantage, she grabbed his face mask and bounced him head into the table but left herself open to a savage kick to her face by the other man that sprang her head up. He grabbed her and ran her into the wall, driving hard shoulders into her abs. "Ufff.." She grunted as she responded with an elbow to his back, "Ungh!" another shoulder rammed into her abs as she drove another elbow into his back flooring him. She stomped his back with her white Jordan's but felt herself pulled by her short hair by the other man. He sent her face first into one of the glass counters. "Ahhhh..." Samantha cried as her head broke through glass, she found herself on knee, slumped over the counter. The man sent a hard knee into her back with enough force for her body to break clean through the counter and land on the other side. Samantha had barely gotten to all fours when she felt a hard kick to her stomach flip her over. The man tried to follow up with a stomp but Samantha grabbed a loose shard of glass and stuck it in his bare feet as he cried in pain and limped back. She kipped up to a standing position only to find herself be flung back first into a shelf behind her with a hard kick to her abs by the other man. He followed up with a hard knee to the doubled over Samantha that connected flush with her nose and rocked her back. "Ungh! Fuck!" She grunted as two punches connected on either of her cheeks. He followed up with a knee to her mid-section but it was blocked and ate a ferocious punch that knocked the wolf mask off his head. Samantha jumped up bought both her knees to her chest before unfurling her feet mid-air and dropkicking the man through the wall and out of the store. She got up breathing hard but soon cried in pain as she felt glass cut through her skin, cutting into her top and drawing a line of blood on her back. She quickly flipped around and stopped the man with the wolf mask on from plunging into her belly. Unfortunately for her, he had come running toward her and the momentum took them both out of the store through the cracked wall and on to the dirt outside. The other man had barely come to his senses, lying on the floor when he felt Samantha's hard body land on top of him. On top of her was the man with the wolf mask as they struggled to take control of the glass shard in his hands. She flipped him off her and drove the back of her head into the face of the man she had landed on to knock him out again. Springing up to her feet, she saw the man in the wolf mask slowly get to his feet. "This is a $100 top asshole!" She said as she broke into a run and jumped up in the air. She kicked him hard on the side of the head and saw him flip over and land on his side. "Hah!" She exclaimed but her joy was soon cut short as she felt two large arms coil up around her waist and lift her up the ground from behind. The man without the mask sent her body sailing over the top of his bald head and back first into the floor behind them as she sat up holding her back in pain. The man floored her again with a drop kick to the chest. "Ungh!" She winced with clenched teeth as he stomped her hard in the stomach but soon found himself facefirst on the floor when she reversed another stomp and twisted his ankle from behind in an ankle lock. The man with the mask had now come around and kicked her savagely in her face throwing her couple of feet back as he helped his partner up. The two of them stared at Samantha who slowly got back up. "All right assholes..." She said catching a breath and bringing her fists up. "Let's play!" The three of them circled around each other cautiosuly, looking for an opening. The man with the mask moved first and his partner followed suit a second apart. He attacked with a fist from the left, while his partner aimed one of his own from the right. Samantha ducked at the last minute and watched as both of them collided their fists into each other in a brutal fist bump. She laughed as the two of them staggered back, holding their hands in pain. "Fucking idiots!" She snickered before she saw them rushing her with two fists aimed at her face. "Uh-oh, this..." She said as the fists were inches away from her face "is gonna hurt!" Two fists connected with the front of her face sending her flying back. While her body was in the air, the two of them rushed past her and timing their attacks, kicked her hard in the back, sending her flying face first into the steps next to the entrance door. "Arrghhh!" Jimmy cried in shock and split his legs to watch Samantha's head land inches away from his junk. "Seriously?" She asked Jimmy who just shrugged and quickly scampered away as the man without the mask grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her through the entrance door. Samantha's body went through the wooden door but she broke her descent mid-fall by rolling and landing on her knees, just in time to block a kick aimed at her face. Grabbing the man's thigh, she kicked him in the back of the head, sending his face tumbling into the cash register. "Ka-ching!" She said as she blocked a fist to her face by the other man and responded with a knee to his chest. As he slumped over, she locked him in a front standing headscissors slowly draining his consiousness away. The other man recovered and rushed her with a fist but she blocked it and held him in a side headlock, pouring on the pressure. Desperate, the man punched Samantha on the sides of her stomach and she loosened the hold, quickly moved behind her. Threading his biceps below her armpits and locking both his hands behind her neck, he applied a savage full-nelson hold, cranking the pressure on her neck. She loosened her grip on the headscissors, freeing the man with the mask and he slumped to the floor. Slowly getting up and shaking the blood circulation back into his brain, he smiled as he saw his partner hold her in a full nelson. Before he could do anything, he felt wood collide on his back as he staggered toward the counter. "All right, Jimmy!" Samantha cried as she saw him clobbering the man with mask with a hard wooden stick. Unfortunately for Jimmy before he could attack again, the man swiveled around and caught it inches from his face. He looked at Samantha and shrugged before his body went limp and he was out cold with a hard knock to the back of his head. Samantha struggled to break free as she saw him approach her with the wooden stick in hand. "Aaaahhh! Ufff! Argh! Ungh!" Samantha grunted as blow after blow from the stick landed in her abs and she stood there caught in a full nelson unable to fight back. After a few more hard blows to her stomach, Samantha finally drooped to her knees and the man behind her let go of the hold and walked in front of her. Both of them smiled at each other as the man with the stick lifted her head up by placing the stick under her chin. "'N Goeie stryd maar nou is dit tyd om dit te be�indig" He said as Samantha looked at him exhausted. He took aim at the center of her head and raised the stick up menacingly. "NO!!! YOU ASSHOLE! SAMANTHA!" said Jimmy as he came around and caught on to his legs. The two of them laughed and kicked him off. Before he could strike her down, he felt a kick connect with the side of his head sending him flying into the wall as his Samantha stared up in disbelief. "What the..." She said as she saw little Caldwell stand next to her, having just dropkicked a man twice his size. Jimmy grabbed Samantha and pulled her to his side as the two of them watched shocked as Caldwell ripped the two men a new one, beating them senseless. After he was done, Caldwell shot a hand out toward Samantha offering her his hand. "Now do you believe me?" he said as he helped her up. Samantha and Jimmy just nodded in response.