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Betrayal!	By : BrittyBee Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 15347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saints Row or any character mentioned in this story. I do not make any profit from writing this.

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Due to the lack of Saints Row fics on this site (at least ones that tickle my fancy, tehe) I've decided to take a crack at it! The events that happened in the game may not line up exactly (time wise) with what I'm writing, so don't expect 100% accuracy DX It's about to get kinky in here! Oh, and watch out for possible spoilers X.X Just can't believe there aren't more stories in here! For a game that has so many sexual themes and no actual sexy...it's a travesty! D:
Otay and for the warnings: This is a noncon/rape fic (might turn into a reluctance thing...). There may be more than one guy on just one girl, not sure yet though. I'll let you know what each chapter has! But this story won't have gore, death, nec, or any nasty stuff like that so...no worries! Enjoy :D
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Chapter 1: Betrayed!
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Shaundi's room in the Saints HQ lay quiet, as most did during midday. The walls matched the the carpet, which matched the sheets, which matched...well, just about everything else in the Saints HQ. A shiny, bright, purple. Shaundi's room was special however. A strong minded individual like Shaundi couldn't have what everyone else was had. No she had to be unique in some way, just like she was within the Saints. Everyone knew of her promiscuous days, so naturally her personal items were a bit different than the others. Instead of the normal bed with purple covers that just about every other Saint had (except maybe Oleg), Shaundi had a larger than usual heart-shaped one. The sheets lay messily on the mattress and the fuzzy, almost pink pillows lay on either side of the ridges of the heart. Oh, how Shaundi loved to be just a tad bit too kinky for a girl who's in this much media spotlight. That tight, low-cut pinkish shirt she wore along with the skin tight latex pants would make anyone, guy or girl, turn their head. But between Gat's death and the Saints constant endeavors against the Syndicate, she barely had time to fool around with anyone. She couldn't be bothered while her mind was concentrated on the Syndicate's downfall.
But despite all the things that had to be done, here she was, stuck in the fuckin' HQ. Shaundi stood, leaning over the balcony, gazing at the city of Steelport. The Boss and Pierce were out bullshittin' as usual when real things had to be done! Her face was slightly flustered at the thought of all the things that could be done to avenge Gat's death as she wasted time. Her mind drifted to the thought of Gat, her emotions changing in an instant. A slight sparkle appearing at the corner of her eye. Oh, how she missed him. She missed his big strong demeanor, his confident personality, and she missed the nights that they had spent together. Shaundi's mind continued to drift, she hadn't had sex with anyone in weeks. She hadn't even had the time to touch herself, not with the Syndicate and all these other problems. The memories of Gat combined with the longing for release got something going deep inside her. She felt the need to almost...get laid.
Shaundi turned and walked away from the balcony, leaving it open. Several different emotions of anger, sadness, and ansgt clouded her mind, she needed to clear them so she could think properly! Almost in a rushed manner, Shaundi stormed over to her closet. She looked at her body in the mirror hanging from the door, her eyes drifting down to her own massive breasts. Gat always did like the way they were so oversized for her body...or at least that's what he said. That's it! If she was going to just sit around the HQ all day, then she might as well enjoy herself, right? Shaundi opened the closet door, walked inside, and dropped to a knee when she reached end. Behind the assortment of purple clothing hanging on the wall, was a cabinet that acted like a door to another room. This "other room" however, wasn't another room. It was about half the size of the somewhat large walk-in closet. It was used for storage. And boy did it it store something.
Twisting the small latch, Shaundi opened the wall-sized door and flicked a light switch. In front of her was one of the contraptions that the Boss had seen while fetching Zimos. The machines that allowed the user to simply lie down and have a phallic-shaped object thrust into them at a varying speed. That phallic object being "The Penetrator" that the Boss happened to have...uh, "misplaced". Zimos had so gracefully used her room as a sex pad upon his first arrival into the Saints HQ and had left this little invention in Shaundi's room. At first she was disgusted, angry even, but instead of destroying it, why not save it for a rainy day. A rainy day just like this one. Shaundi began pulling the not-so-heavy machine over towards her bed. She lined it up perfectly at the pointy part of the heart, ready to start undressing. Shaundi casually drops her black, leather jacket to the floor and kicks it aside with her foot, leaving her in high-heels and tight purple clothing on. Just before she is able to grab the bottom of her shirt, she is interrupted. A phone starts going off, and with Shaundi being the only one home...
Adding to her frustration, Shaundi looks around her room, unaware of exactly where her phone is ringing from. She searches until she realizes...the closet! She sprints into the room and sees her cel buzzing on the floor. In the knick of time, she manages to answer it. With her hair a bit frazzled from searching, she holds the phone to her ear with a big breath.
"I don't know who the fuck this is, but it better be good", Shaundi said sternly.
"It's about time someone answers me! Listen, to me, it's Viola, I just received a tip concerning Killbane's whereabouts tonight. I need you to go!", her words were rushed, as if she was panicked.
"Oh yeah? Why couldn't you call the Boss for somethin' like this? I'm sure he'd like to break the bastard's chin", Shaundi said plainly.
"He won't answer his god damn phone! I'm pretty sure Pierce is with him. You're the only one that can do this. There's gonna be a helicopter waiting for you outside along with a sniper rifle and a pilot. You're gonna fly over the undisclosed location, take your shot, and fly away. Cake walk. But listen I can't talk now, get this done!", Viola hung up the phone abruptly, leaving Shaundi stunned on the other line.
What the fuck? She is expected to go take out a key player in this hole shin dig, without the Boss even knowing about it? Something was wrong. But shit, what could she do? She can't turn down this sort of opportunity. With a sigh of frustration, Shaundi accepted her fate and began prepping for a big night.
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It was a quiet night in Steelport, at least for a city. The noise from down below was minimal and the glowing light from the building were dimmed. The HQ was dark aside from the moonlight that shown through the windows and the lights from the helipad.
Shaundi was sitting in the living room of the Saints HQ, her eyes gazing at the moon and the stars. She was patiently waiting for this helicopter to come so she can get this thing done. The sooner the better. Her eyes were locked on all the ambiant lights in the sky. Despite the city's massive glow, the stars could easily be seen by such a perfect view. Once again, she was reminded of Gat. The nights that they would spend, watching the stars, making love. Those were such good times. Shaundi's body remained in a state of sexual tension from it's previous preparations. But no, this bitch Viola had to call at the perfect time. Like some Luchadores were really worth her time. Hell, what does Viola even know? This source of hers is probably sending her to kill some poser in a mask.
Eventually Shaundi heard the noise of the helicoptor blades chopping the air. She rose to her feet and there it was. A purple chopper was waiting for her on the helipad, it's blades still moving.
"Well...here we go", Shaundi sighed.
She walked impatiently around the pool and towards the helicoptor, no weapons in hand. A sniper rifle should be waiting for her onboard anyway. She walks over the the helicopter, hair blowing back, and her leather jacket almost falling off her body. To her surprise, the doors were shut.
"Hey! Open up, I wanna get this over with!", she yelled.
She couldn't tell if she was banging on the window, or the door. Despite the light, it was still very difficult to see. The helicopter door slid open, but it wasn't a Saint that greeted her
"You're even better looking in person".
Before Shaundi could respond, she was knocked out with a swift blow to the head.
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Well there's the start! I apologize for it's short length .___. But next chapter will be longer! I have to admit, I feel this was somewhat rushed and I totes don't feel like re-doing the whole thing, so it'll have to do! Let me know what you think (even though I don't think much people come here for Saints Row fics D:). All feed back is appreciated since I didn't really spell check this...I might add more to this chapter, nothing dramatic just details but since this is kind of the intro I don't knows. Oh wells, hope you liked it! :3
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