Seizing Cruel Intentions (closed)

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen Gendry closed the door behind him as he entered the holding cell of the next commodity. She was a bit shorter than typical, but also a blond, as was the norm. He was very happy about this one-she'd been the quickest trainee he'd had yet, and she was about to be sent to the block. "Sir," she spoke, as she sat on her bed, her eyes still cast downward, very obediently not looking directly at him. She'd learned that lesson well-her face had completely healed up days ago, which was important for selling her. He stopped a couple of feet from her and then spoke. "On your knees, bitch." Obediently, she sank down in front of him, her hands reflexively clutching behind her back as she waited. He reached down to unbutton his pants, dropping them to the floor and springing out his cock. The slut wasted no time, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it, moaning enthusiastically-just as she'd been taught. This one would end up in Japan, most likely-the market for blond Americans was always healthy there, and especially noisy ones.

The year was 2038. Allen knew that only a few years prior, a man of his talents would never have had a place in the world, and if he'd been born in the previous century, he wouldn't be here. The Syndicate's roots might have traced back to the old Italian Mob, but they'd grown powerful and expansive, beyond what any official could ever have expected. When the effects of the Second Depression had really hit home, they'd been able to turn their capital into legitimate businesses while eagerly evading tax laws, and they'd found plenty of people willing to work for the mob just to avoid the growing taxes. The incredible windfalls of capital had been a revolution for the Syndicate's criminal enterprises, and the weakened government couldn't even hope to keep up with it. Law enforcement agencies had no idea about the existence of this facility, hidden hundreds of feet below one of the city's most famous nightclubs. It was down here that he did his work, which was rewarding...and he was very good at it.

The girl had proved to be a really skilled cocksucker, to his immediate delight. Allen found his breath quickening as she ran her tongue along his length, still making delightful noises against him as she fondled his balls. He moaned and stroked her hair, and then he blew his load into her mouth, straight down her throat. She gagged at first, but swallowed, and then kept swallowing as he filled her, his chest heaving with pleasure. A bit of his cum dribbled down onto her lip as she pulled away, but her tongue darted out to scoop it up and she drank it down as well. He leaned down to cruelly pinch one of her nipples he pulled his pants back up.

"Very good, Slut." He gestured toward the camera hidden in the corner, signaling an underling to come and fetch the girl. She was definitely ready to go today. He had two others he'd been saving, and they'd be going with her, almost certainly overseas-the majority of American whores ended up being sold in Japan, China, and Africa. "Now get dressed, Slut. You're to be sold today-you'll have found your new master."

"If it please Sir," she said, obediently standing up and putting on her "clothes." They were really a mockery of such, consisting of a transparent blue gown and a ballgag, which she put into her mouth without question, turning to allow him to tighten down the strap on the back of her head. The door swung open, and Tommy took her by the arm and led her away to be prepared for the auction block.

Allen took his own route, heading up the long stairs toward the secret exit into the nightclub basement. He slipped outside, adjusting his collar, and glanced out at the rising sun. It was 7 AM, the start of a new day. He was smiling, pleased with himself, as he made his way back to his apartment.

Allen:
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[Ausus_girl13]

Quinn Blackwater shook out her blond curls; she bit lightly on her bottom lip. Frustrated, that she had called her friend Tina no less than fifteen times and still hadn’t heard back. She was getting worried. It had been a few days, but sometimes that’s what happened in a reporter’s life, they disappeared for days at a time. It didn’t help that this city had an underbelly that, well, to call it seedy would be a gross understatement. Quinn and her reporter friends kept trying to plunge into that world, without getting pulled into it. That degree of separation was getting harder.

Quinn fidgeted, trying to place her worried thoughts elsewhere. Her hands roved over her body, she could always.. no. Fingering her clit to abandon would not save her from thoughts that her friend was gone, snatched by- oh, fuck it. She ripped off her sweater, pulled off her pencil skirt and threw herself on her bed. Quinn couldn’t get overly worried or emotional. In taking on the crime syndicate that ran the city, they had hoped to expose what was happening to the disappearing women all over the city. But it wasn’t working. Quinn’s group of friends had been dwindling, as some of them fled the city and others, just simply disappeared.

Her fingers danced over her belly and she tried to find an image in her head that would save her from these worried thoughts, but nothing was coming. She wasn’t free to even cum, because of the city. Tina was gone. Tina, with her ready smile, easy manner, and quick lashing tongue, a tongue that Quinn had utilized several times with her legs wrapped around her friend’s head. There it was. The thought she needed, and her hand dived for her clit. She recalled the sounds they had made in the editor’s office while he was out, the soft whimpers of need and want. Her fingers rubbed her clit in tiny little circles, thinking of the time that Tina had slurped on her nipple in front of some drunken frat boys. They had whooped it up while Tina and Quinn made out, pushed on by the boys catcalls. Tina had laughed at them and told them the only reason they weren’t getting any is because they weren’t man enough. The boys had shut up then. Meanwhile, she had not stopped groping her friend sitting on the bar. Tina’s fingers had pushed into Quinn’s sex, while Quinn’s own fingers repeated the actions of her lost friend. Her lost friend. It was a sob, not a moan that erupted from Quinn’s lips, and she stopped, breathless and crying on the bed. She pulled the blanket over her shaking body, curling up into a ball while she tried to fall asleep.

Fuck this city.

The next day found Quinn hounding her contacts in the Underground about her friend. It seemed that Tina had simply vanished. People who had met her before, simply didn’t remember her now. Finally, Quinn went as deep as she could get. Roger Dupree. He was the dirtiest boss in the city. He was also the chief of police. Her media credentials got her into his office.

Appraising the girl in front of him with an eye for merchandise, he ignored her threats.

“Ms. Blackwater, the police are doing everything they can to find your friend. She could be miles away from here by now.” He smiled a smile full of thick bile and Quinn stopped herself from shuddering under the evil gaze of this man. She stood up, and stormed out of the office, he watched her backside happily. Calmly, he picked up the phone.

“Allen, I have another for you. Quinn Blackwater. She’s sniffing around and needs to be silenced. Can you handle it?”

Roger set the phone down and motioned for his assistant to continue her ministrations from under his desk.

Quinn Blackwater

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen was in the middle of breakfast when his phone buzzed. He recognized the number (he wasn't foolish to attach names to his contacts in his phone, so memorizing numbers was an important skill) and he had to think for a second to match it up with Roger. That dumb bastard should have known better than to call directly from his office, but then again, he wasn't exactly in position where he had to worry about being investigated. Allen answered.

“Allen, I have another for you. Quinn Blackwater. She’s sniffing around and needs to be silenced. Can you handle it?”

"I take it that she's in need of my own...expertise?"

"Yeah, yeah, just do want you want with her, I've got to go." The call ended with an abrupt beep.

Allen sighed and then finished his breakfast. It annoyed him to no end that he was essentially taking orders from a moron like Dupree. His official position lent him a bit of legitimacy that he lacked on his own, but it was only his personal connections in the Syndicate which had given him his bureaucratic clout. The man needed to learn a few things about discretion-it was hardly a secret that the man was dirty, while almost knew one even knew that Allen existed. That was how he liked it. The list of people who could get in touch with him with a simple phone call was very short.

After finishing his breakfast, he slipped into his living room to examine his quarry on the big screen. "Get online. Perform a search. Quinn Blackwater, journalist." He waited while his system pulled up his search query, adjusting his collar, until the picture came up. That made him smile. Yes, she'd probably fetch a good price on the trading block-very well constructed. He read up, on her, cataloging all the information from social websites. There was no current address, but he did see a few articles that she'd written. Apparently she was one of the many writers attempting to make a name for herself by busting open the Syndicate-as if they were somehow going to be more successful than the FBI and ICE officials were. Now it seemed she was sniffing around HIS operation-well, it would be her last mistake as a journalist.

He downloaded the photo, and a couple more with different hairstyles for reference, and sent them to the men he had at the nightclub. If she came sniffing around the club, they would pick her up. He'd have to keep his eye open himself-he could hardly snatch her off street. Even though the Syndicate basically owned this town, you still had to use a bit of discretion-there was no telling when some idiot might decide to be a hero. It was going to be another busy day for him-he was setting up a transaction for a city councilman to buy one of the Asian women who had come from the overseas branch, and he needed to make a supply run for his basement facility.

He slipped into his bedroom to grab his overcoat, and smiled as Sally knelt down when she heard him com in. "Does Sir require me? Would he like me to suck him off?" she purred. He slipped over to her and stroked her head before pulling on his coat. "No thanks, I've already had one this morning." Sally almost pouted-she did love to suck his cock.

"Listen, I might be gone all day, so you will have the apartment to yourself again. Allow no one in but me, and you are not allowed to touch yourself."

"If it please Sir." It did. He smiled and slipped out to begin his day, stifling a yawn as he locked the door-he was going to have to find more sleep somewhere.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Quinn slammed the door on her apartment, every where she looked she hit a wall, it seemed. Her editor was unapologetic, saying something about how Tina had disappeared before and if they just waited, she'd turn up. Quinn didn't understand the level of apathy that was happening here.

She turned to her mirror and pulled her dress off. Fucking hell, she was going to find some answers tonight if it was the last thing that she did. She hunted through her closet to find the right dress, the right shoes, the right look. She wanted to be noticed but not so that she stood out too far. She was going right to the nest. The Keep. The nightclub that was rumored to be the haven for the worst elements in the city.

Quinn found it. A short black dress, she pulled on her red wig to hide her blonde hair, a pair of stilettos that were easy for her to remove and a small bottle of MACE that she hid in her cleavage. She wasn't going to bring her gun, but she did know how to fight if the need arose. She wasn't going into that bar unarmed.

A taxicab later found her at the door. One cursory glance and the doorman and practically shoved her in. She sauntered easily to the bar, feeling thirty pairs of eyes on her as she moved. Quinn tried not to shudder, she ordered a beer, a prop for her to hold, she had no intention of actually drinking it. She felt a body behind her before she actually heard him. She turned and smiled up at the large man standing so very close.

"Well hello there." She tried to smile, while he just leered. She moved slightly away, sitting in a chair.

"Miss. Welcome to the Keep, what is a beautiful girl doing in a place like this?" He tried to say smoothly. Quinn tried not to roll her eyes. Great. This one was big and stupid. She'd have to get rid of him without putting him off. She smiled winningly at him.

"Oh I am just waiting for a friend. Are you a regular here?" She asked. He nodded dumbly. She gestured for him to sit and nodded to the bartender to bring her "new" friend a drink. When the bartender handed set the drink down, the big man turned to Quinn.

"So this friend..." He began and Quinn brightened and pulled out her phone.

"Oh my gosh, she's like my best friend. She's so pretty!" Quinn was giving her best impression of the stupid girls, "here! Look at us last week!" She shoved the phone under his nose, he looked down and smiled.

"Have you seen her before?" She asked. He wavered a second and looked at the phone again.

"I think. I saw her-" He stopped when he heard someone cough on the other side of the room.

Quinn tried to not get excited, tempering her excitement as she looked around the room. Something was going on here, what was it? And was she in danger?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen had been napping in his spare quarters beneath the club when he was buzzed. He snapped his eyes open and shook his head to clear out the drowsiness. After working all last night, and then having so much to take care of today, he had to catch up on his sleep somewhere, but he needed to be at the club while that reporter was nosing around. Speaking of which.

"Boss, the girl's here, I just sent her in. Horry's talking to her right now."

"All right, then, Geno. Very good. Just keep her talking, Horry, and we'll get downstairs. It doesn't matter what, she's never leaving this place anyway." That made him smile-it was thrilling to know how powerful his effect over women could be. He quickly threw some water on his face and straightened out his clothes, then ducked up the back stairway leading into the basement. It was good that he was dressed for the club-he did have a great sense of style. He slipped in through the back room and ordered one of his cronies to get a rag soaked in their specially dense chloroform. "I'm going to get her on the dance floor, and then direct her into you. Just give her one quick swipe across the nose, and it should knock her out long enough to get her to the basement." He nodded and then slipped out into the club.

It was a busy night, and the music was extra loud to compensate for the excessive crowd noise. There had been a tracking list of all the various VIPs who were there that night on the screen in the back, but he hadn't even checked it. The only important person was the blonde-no, wait, there she was at the bar, with red hair. She must have dyed it, or was wearing a wig. It hadn't been nearly enough to throw off his watchers, though. She could have done a more thorough job of disguising herself. He slipped in closer-apparently she'd been asking after a girl that had been ferried through here a couple of weeks ago. He let a grin paint his lips and then quickly banished it-this was going to be almost too easy. He definitely had his "in".

Allen approached the girl-Quinn he thought, her name is Quinn...for now-and intentionally brushed up against her, making it look like an accident. He whispered into her, quickly, "I know what happened to your friend...but you're not safe." He gave a motion toward Horry, whom she'd been talking to, and then said out loud, "Why not leave this creep and give me a dance, baby? Come on!" He gives her a head-bob which is supposed to look discreet, and his eyes seem to hold a warning look in them. He purposely moves to place himself between her and Horry, looking as though he's protecting her. Poor girl, she was surrounded by dangers, and the only person who acted like a protector was only going to take further advantage of her vulnerability. It was so deliciously beautiful.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"I know what happened to your friend...but you're not safe." The words surprised Quinn and she looked up at the handsome man with shock clearly written over her face. The stranger turned to the big man, and then back to her, "Why not leave this creep and give me a dance, baby? Come on!"

Dazedly, she was pulled off the stool, she looked back at the big man who hardly seemed fazed by what was happening. He didn't look jealous, merely bored, as if he was working.. or something.

Quinn was swung into the man's arms, and she gasped at his strength and nearness, she wanted to cling to him, but something the whole thing felt off. She stepped away from him, pushing him off her. Quinn needed to clear her head.

"Excuse me, ladies room."

She tottered off. The big man stopped her, looking concerned. "Did he do something, Miss? You look upset, here." He handed her his handkerchief for her to dab at her face. She took it and stormed into the bathroom. She locked herself in the stall and wiped her lipstick. And suddenly felt wrong. She gripped the wall.

"Fuck."

Then Quinn Blackwater hit the marble floor, completely cold.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen experienced a moment of irritation as she pulled away from him, evading the first trap. Again, not that it mattered-having willing ducked right into the club, the center of his own power base, she lacked even a hope of getting away. She said she was heading for the ladies room, but Horry stopped her and handed her the handkerchief. She actually the damn thing right out of his hand-that was pretty rich. Allen angled himself toward the bar, keeping an eye on Quin as she made her way toward the restroom, watching to make sure that she entered. As soon as he verified that she did, he ducked to the back, heading into the security room, and pulled up the hidden camera from within the ladies room.

He turned to Tony as he closed the security office door behind him. "Which stall did she go into?" he asks, and Tony simply pointed for him. Allen chuckled to himself as she dabbed at her lips, and then watched the inevitable reaction as realization dawned on her face-that made it so sweet-and she slumped to the floor. There was one other lady in there at the time, who appeared to roll her eyes at what she thought was a drunk bitch passing out, and she quickly left, vacating the room except for Quinn's prone body.

As soon as the room emptied, Horry and Vance slipped in. Allen watched them fiddle with the locked stall door for a minute, attempting to tug it open. Allen rolled his eyes and was about to shout at them before Horry got down on his knees and dragged her out from beneath the stall. Allen noticed that her wig had fallen off in the act of dragging her. "Vance, get down and grab her wig," he ordered. Vance then reached over and shoved it in his pocket, showing a finger toward the camera. The two of them then carried her out between them, arms draped across their shoulders, as though she'd simply drank too much. Horry made a great act of grumbling as they filtered through the crowd about needing to call her a cab, and then they pulled her into the back.

Allen slipped out of the security office, sending final directions to everyone on the frequency. "Acquisition made-keep an eye on the rear doors, and return to club functions as usual." He led Vance and Horry to the basement and then down the long stairway to his secret facility, letting them both carry her-it was easier for two people down the stairs, though not exactly necessary. He showed them to a vacant cell and they dumped her on the bed. "All right you two, good work. Horry, you can take the rest of the night off, and Vance, help out in the security office." The two of them left him alone with his quarry.

Allen glanced down at Miss Blackwater, enjoying his newest play piece. She really did have a great figure, and that cute face was going to look so nice wrapped around his cock. He decided to leave on her black dress for now, but he did frisk her to make sure she wasn't packing a knife or anything. His hands slid over her soft skin, dragging up and across her ass, feeling between her legs-none too gently either, and then her cleavage, where he noticed something moving. He found the bottle of mace she'd hidden and tucked it into a pocket. He took her shoes as well, and then reached up under her dress to peel off her thong as well. Then out came the nylon ropes-these chafed, which was why they were always the first securing methods used-make them suffer for their poor behavior. Velvet ties always came next, then none, once they got used to the proper posture. He wrapped her wrists tightly, hooking her arms behind her back, and wrapping up across the elbows as well in a secure tie that limited the arm motion-borrowed from the Japanese. It had a bit of artful appeal, as well. Then he bound her ankles together as well, tightly, so that she would be unable to walk (or more aptly, kick). The final addition was the ball gag, which he forced behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open, and then strapped around behind her head.

He then glanced around her cell. It really was a cell, much like a prison cell, with a few exceptions. Each bed was queen-sized...for rather obvious purposes. Eventually he'd need room the extra room for later training stages. As a result, it was bigger than a room in a stand state penitentiary. It also contained a single toilet, the tank below the seat rather than behind it so she could use it with her hands tied behind her back. A very necessary design improvement. Also, one whole wall was mirrored glass. The single high definition camera in the corner of the room was able to catch every bit of action from every angle, and it could even see if the "guest" was hidden beneath the bed. And the camera was not like the hidden camera in the ladies room-it was meant to be seen, for each woman to know she was being watched in every humiliating moment.

Allen looked at his guest, half curled up on top of her bed. He considered inserting her with the aphrodisiac accelerant now. No, he thought, much better if she's awake and aware of her predicament before we get started. I'm going to have fun with this one. He nodded, and left the room, listening to make sure that the automatic lock engaged after he left. He smiled and began to whistle as he went back to his quarters within the facility. She would wake up sometime in the next ten to twenty minutes. He'd observe from the cameras in his room there. He decided to call Sally to let his Slut know that her Master would not be returning tonight.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

All black. It was all black. And tight. Her head swam. She moaned, her tongue feeling like it was full of cotton, and her stomach heaved and she fought down the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her. She moaned again and her eyes slid open slowly, she tried to close her unhinged jaw, but something was in the way. She tongued the object, and when she tried to move to pull the ball from her mouth, she realized she was bound, and that's when she started panicking.

"Aaauuuggghhhh!!" She screamed as loud as she could. Sitting up on the bed, which took some work, she managed to get up and look around, she couldn't really see anything in the dark room, just the red light of what seemed like a camera, and a mirror, where she could make out her dark outline.

She tried to slide off the bed, and ended up in a pile on the cold concrete floor. She could hardly see through her eyes, which were pouring tears, her nose was running as she sobbed on the floor, and her drool dripped down her chin.

Fuck. Where was she? Get it together Quinn! She screamed again, struggling into a sitting position, before fighting-using her body against the bed to get to standing, she hobbled to the door, unable to take long steps, she thew her body against it.

"Haaay!"

She threw her body against it again. Nothing. Once more she slammed her aching body against the door, and then she hit the ground sobbing and she laid there, wondering where she was, what was happening, and what was going to push her away from the door.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen noticed when she started stirring on the bed. It was show time. He secured a needle of the aphrodisiac and an alcohol swab-important to keep these things sterile-and began making his way to her cell. He found himself whistling the same tune he had when he left her cell. As he approached the door, he heard a slamming noise against it, and then sound of a body falling to the floor followed by some light sobbing. Ah, this one was going to be a noisy one-he almost looked forward to the challenge.

He stopped in front of the door, place his hand in the palm scanner, and then nodded as the door clicked. He gave a tug and pulled the door open, finding Quinn just where he expected her as the lights sprung on-in a puddle in front of the door. "Well, someone's up, I see," he said condescendingly, a rough hand reaching down to lift her up. He tossed her roughly toward the bed, watching her land oddly on it. The door closed locked automatically behind him.

"Now, time for an explanation. You see, you've stumbled onto the big story at the heart of the mob-the human commodities industry. Or you could think of it as the slave trade. You actually walked willing right into the heart of it-rather foolish of you, in retrospect. Fortunately, you measure up to our standards, so you're now receiving the opportunity to join the project!" Allen grinned and then leered at her, waiting for his words to sink in. She obviously wasn't about to interrupt him, with the ball gag in her mouth. He resumed his dissertation.

"Now, you were looking for...Tina was it? That's right. I wasn't lying earlier when I told you I knew what happened to her." His lips curved upward sinisterly as he pulled out his mobile device. He hit a single button and then glanced down at it, pulling up a picture of Tina tied up just as Quinn was now. "Is this your friend?" He laughs evilly after showing it to her, then pulls up a still photo from the cell's camera, showing Tina sucking his cock. "Here she is again." He pulls up another photo, showing the auction where she had been sold to the Japanese ambassador. Here she was completely unbound, kneeling on a stage, and looking almost unbelievably pleased.

"You see, she took very well to our reconditioning program. It's a-well, you'll see very soon. The important thing to know is that at the end, you'll be a willing, obedient cumslut, and will care about very little beyond pleasing your Master's cock. I had your friend for three weeks, but she was essentially broken by the fourth day." He nodded at her, waiting to see how she was absorbing all this information, before he proceeded. "Now, you'll be fed when you need food, and you have a toilet," Allen nodded toward it, "when you need to service other needs. But before either of those kicks in, you'll have another problem."

He moved very suddenly, his body pressing into her, pushing her back into the bed, pinning her weight beneath his own before she could react. He swapped at her arm with an alcohol swap and jabbed the needle into her, injecting her with the substance. "This is a powerful, rather new, aphrodisiac. It builds up gradually, but within an hour, you'd be begging to fuck your worst enemy." He smiled very sinisterly at her as he left his weight off of her. "Which, believe me, you will. So I'll see you again shortly." He stepped back toward the door, then paused, glancing down at her.

"Oh, let me make you a deal. Your friend lasted four days. If you last a month, I'll let you go. Good luck to you." He smirked at her as the door acknowledged his presence, cracked open, and then allowed him to exit. He didn't know why he'd said that last part-perhaps part of him wanted to see hope shining in her eyes, fading away gradually into need and subservience.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Quinn was shoved out of the way as the door opened, her assailants hands roughly grabbed her and she was tossed to the bed. The breath was knocked out of her as she landed awkwardly, her hair stuck to her face, while she tried to roll over so that she could look at him. Whoever it was, he was already talking.

"Now, time for an explanation. You see, you've stumbled onto the big story at the heart of the mob-the human commodities industry. She gasped. She had known that something like this was up. She listened intently, wanting to make sure that she memorized his words. It would make a great soundbite. She was going to get out of here. Or you could think of it as the slave trade. You actually walked willing right into the heart of it-rather foolish of you, in retrospect. Fortunately, you measure up to our standards, so you're now receiving the opportunity to join the project!"
Quinn moaned on the bed, she would get out. She would get out.

Her mind was racing, how to get out of here? She barely heard his next words, he had mentioned Tina, and then flashed pictures of her friend looking like a dazed slut. "You see, she took very well to our reconditioning program." That couldn't be Tina! That couldn't be her! Quinn would get out of this. She would get out. That had to happen. They could do it.


Suddenly, his weight was on her, and she had to stare into his beautiful green eyes. He swabbed her arm and stuck a needle into her, rather sadistically, while she whimpered beneath him. She already hated him, and the tears that continued to pour down her cheeks. "This is a powerful, rather new, aphrodisiac. It builds up gradually, but within an hour, you'd be begging to fuck your worst enemy." He got off her, and then stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, let me make you a deal. Your friend lasted four days. If you last a month, I'll let you go. Good luck to you.

And with that, he was gone. The lights went out, and Quinn laid there on the bed, sobbing. Thirty days. She could make it thirty days. She could do it. Deep breaths. She forced herself to be calm. She wiped her face on the bed cover, breathing calmly. She would get out of here. Leaning back, she slid her nail down the wood on the bed. She glanced back, she had marked the wood lightly. One. Day one. She shifted as she began to feel warmer.

Day one.
Quinn shifted again. It was so warm. Her cheeks were heating up. She panted lightly.

What was wrong?
Day one.

Quinn shifted again, and noticed a tingling in her clit, almost like when someone lightly touched her there.

The drug!
Day one.

Quinn's lip trembled and she forced herself to breathe, she focused and breathed in deep breaths. Her mind got hazier, and images of sex flooded her mind. The act of even biting her lip, had her moaning. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. And even that made her notice how the flesh of her tits moved and she moaned again.

Damn. Day one. She could do this. Quinn told herself to get angry, to get pissed at the man who had her locked up. She did. She was angry as hell, gnawing on the ball between her lips. But then she imagined slamming him against the wall and fucking him. Damn. Damn. Damn.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen was fixing himself a glass of tea and keeping an eye on his monitors. The girl in #2 was sleeping, having had a very full day-she'd pleasured no less than three different men in the past 24 hours. Quinn was the only other inhabitant he had at the moment, in cell #4. He took stock of the subtle signs as the drug took hold of her-a bit of squirming, then he could her breathing growing heavier. It really was insidious-having her hands tied kept her from the most direct method of addressing her problem, and with her legs tied together so tightly, she couldn't even squirm in any way that might bring a little relief.

He smiled and watched the time ticking away, from 45 minutes, up to an hour. He sipped on his tea and let her simmer a bit more. He was passingly curious as to what was going on in her mind at this point. Perhaps with the next girl, he'd have to find a way to make her start chattering at this point-maybe there were were some new drugs from the narcotics division, he'd have to look into it. Yes, something to keep in mind. His grin spread as the clock kept ticking. Finally, at the 90 minute mark, he decided she was well plied. He finished his tea, rose, and made his way toward her cell once again.

After scanning his palm, the door clicked as the lights came on and he quickly slipped inside, letting the door automatically close and lock behind. Allen smiled as he glanced down at her on the bed-her squirming efforts had already done their part in hiking up her skirt a bit, and he got just a peek at the treasures between her thighs. She appeared to be a little bit wet already, which made him smile. He stepped over to her side and ran his hand perversely through her hair. "Hmm, how are we doing so far, Miss Quinn? Holding up well?" He chuckled as he locked his eyes with hers and leaned in ominously closer, his free hand dropping down to trace along her knee.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

It felt like the minutes ticked by. Each second taking her deeper and deeper, and making her crave hands on her flesh, cocks inside her, she was assailed with images in her brain of the worst porn she'd ever watched and even that appealed to her. She moaned softly and clenched her fists.

The lights came on, and he came in. All evil smiles and power. She wanted to kill him. Well, fuck him and then kill him. She jerked when he touched her hair.

"Hmm, how are we doing so far, Miss Quinn? Holding up well?"

His hand fell to her thigh and it felt like her neurons were firing on all triggers. She could barely breathe, but tried to focus, tried to look at anything besides him, think of anything besides his touch. She closed her eyes and groaned into the coverlet on the bed.

Pain. She needed pain to clear her head. Rearing up with a scream behind the ball gag, she rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. The resulting wash of pain cleared the drug somewhat from her head and dulled the throb between her legs.

Well at least she had a way to get past the drug. Now if she could just keep hurting herself, she might make it. She actually smiled up at him from the floor, she could do this.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen tried not to get too carried away in enjoying himself. Oh, he loved his job-who wouldn't?-but he but it was still a job, and the only reason that he had his position was because he was good at it. It did require focus, as well as the proper application of his skills. Still, as his hand brushed at her thigh and she groaned in response, it did send a perverse chill through him, one that made his cock stir and seemed to heighten his senses. He'd never been dosed with the insidious drug himself, but he'd had sufficient experience with the women who'd been dosed with it to understand the power of its effects. Perhaps that was largely was made him appropriate for this task as well. He was powerful, held all the cards, and it was thrilling to watch women in the moment that they decided to fold.

Thus, preoccupied, he was slightly surprised when Quin screamed at him before rebelling far enough to drop off the bed into an inglorious puddle. Only slightly, though, because he'd known this one would put up a struggle. He rose and looked down at her as she splayed on the floor. Her eyes were smiling at him, and he could almost feel a challenge on her lips behind the gag, even though she was unable to make more than muffled sounds at him. He loomed over her for a moment and then smiled slowly back at her, attempting to look as sinister as he could.

Pain, was it? He'd seen this approach before, with girls-with mixed results. Several of the girls he had already enjoyed the pain to different extents, and almost all of them came to enjoy it immensely during their time with him. He wondered if Quinn might turn out to be one of those who would get wet just from being struck.

"Oh, so it's like that, is it? You enjoy playing rough, do you, slut?" It was always good to start with the demeaning names early-they eventually felt so happy at having their real names used, or even cuter pet names. "I think we can accommodate that, bitch." He kept his voice neutral, trying to portray neither anger or excitement, only control.

He reached down and scooped at Quinn's hair, getting a handful of it tangled with his fingers and hauling her roughly to her feet by it. He turn her toward the wall and pressed her up against it, her cheek shoved roughly against the concrete while he reached down and hiked her skirt up messily. His bare hand came down hard across her ass, the sound of it filling the small room. "Let's see if I can help with that."

Allen allowed himself to smile as he turned her again, bending her over, pressing her face against the mattress, hips tilted up toward him. He slapped her ass again and allowed himself to bark a short laugh.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

The drug that thrummed through Quinn's veins shoved a moan through the gag, her ass wiggling against the hand that smacked her repeatedly, the sting of it singing through her body. She closed her eyes to the pain, the humiliation, her captivity, and the degradation of her body and mind, she was sure that it was only going to get worse. He had promised that it would.

Quinn finally gave in to her despair, and sobbed. Not the quiet gentle tears of a woman hurt, but the body wracking sobs of a person throughly fucked. Quinn would fight again, but in this moment she wanted only to crawl into a hole and die. With each new smack to her ass, a new sob was ripped from her throat. Her nose ran over the bed, her eyes swam with mascara, and her throat became raw from the tears. Whatever this was, where-ever she was, chances were good she wasn't getting out, with her body and mind intact.

Ever the analyst, Quinn ran her odds. Fight it and continue to get it rough? Or give in and pretend docile little cow-whore? In the moment, at least the pain, the sting from her ass, the heat was clearing her head. She felt raw and exhausted from the evening, but wasn't sure if he was going to let her sleep or rest. Her thighs clenched over her craving sex, but she ignored it.

For now she just went limp and silent. He had the upper hand, she would let him have it, at some point she wouldn't be chained and would have a chance at him. For now, she would just let it happen to her.

Hopefully.

If she could stay still long enough, be patient enough, and not try to kill him.

Yeah, kill him. There's a pipe dream for ya. Quinn almost laughed at herself, but a bite to her lip stifled it and she lay there motionless and silent, except for the tiny gasps that followed a long, hard cry.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was apparent to Allen that her situation was just now settling in to her, as she began crying out. It was desperate and pitiful, devoid of hope. He'd heard it before. Usually it made them more pliable when they very quickly realized that they were in this for the long run. He smiled as he looked down at her ass, reddening it with his palm at the moment. This was a very pleasant angle for him, and the way her ass reddened up was absolutely fucking gorgeous. There was also something that he'd always found exciting, even hot, about the sound of flesh smacking flesh. Perhaps it explained how he'd gotten to be where he was. He barely felt the pain in his own palm as he continued slapping away at her ass, much longer than he'd originally intended, intoxicated by the bitch's ass.

Quinn had gone quiet. Probably used up all her energy crying her little eyes out. Well, she thought she did. Regardless, her body still wanted a good fucking. Her sweet little pussy was framed perfectly from here, no way of hiding it with the way her legs were tied up, and in spite of her pain, he could tell that it was dripping wet. It was the drug, sure, unless she was already a total fucking pain slut-which, hey, if she worked in journalism in THIS town, perhaps she was-but it still meant that she'd enjoyed being spanked like a little bitch, even if she couldn't admit it. His lips curved up into a sneer.

"Ohhhh, Quinnie!" he called her, mockingly. He leaned forward, the hand on her head gripping hard on her hair and pulling her head back as she was still leaned forward in this humiliating position. "You still awake, darlin'?" he asked condescendingly, laughing sadistically. "We're still just getting started here, bitch. I've still got somethin' for ya."

Allen reached down with his free hand and then unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them, letting her hear the audible sound of the zipper being undone, his cock being freed. The sight of a pretty little red ass like this one always made his cock hard, and he let her feel his hard cock against her ass before he slapped her with it. "You like that?" He slapped her ass again and then his lips were on her neck, licking, kissing.

Allen had plenty of skill in working with female bodies and arousal, honed through extensive experience. It was time to utterly manipulate her body, see how she responded. He kept his gripped on her hair, his other hand wrapped around her to peel down her dress, baring her breasts. He skillfully ran his hands around them, fingers intensely working the soft globes, drawing sensation toward her nipples. Then he pinched down on one, playfully twisting it around in his fingers, then rubbing and stroking it with a delicate grace almost reminiscent of a lover. Meanwhile, his hard cock had slipped between her thighs, and he was letting her feel the surface of it dragging back and forth against her pussy and thighs, giving her the beginning of stimulation without penetration.

As tempting as it was to just thrust into her waiting hold, thrust home quickly, and get himself off, he had to take his time. Not only did she have to orgasm, but it was important that he not let her orgasm until she was desperate for it. He could make her cum quickly and let her settle down, and for her it would just be the reaction of her body to appropriate stimulation. No, he needed to tease her long enough that she forgot where she was and wanted it, and then she would be forced to spend the next several hours feeling the same of having wanted it. Shame was a very powerful tool.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

She wasn't satisfied. Quinn listened to the zipper lower, her breathing deep, fuck that, she was panting to get that cock in her. The realization sent her reeling. Normally, she loved sex, but this felt, it felt like she was going to die if he didn't fuck her right now. Both sets of lips drooling for his tool. She wanted to fight it. The internal battle of attempting to get the slut calm, only resulted in a long low, torturous moan from deep in her throat. It sounded like a caged animal, and indeed, in this case, Quinn was.

Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the man who was engineering her body to react to him in what he deemed were positive ways. Torture and bliss, bliss and torture, her nerves confused by the pain and pleasure as they swam in the endorphin cocktail that her brain pumped through her veins. She had never felt this way, so much pleasure causing so much pain. She cried out from it, still wanting more. He bent to his task, his hand red from smacking her sore ass, a trickle of sweat on his cheek. She wanted brush it away, wrap her legs around his waist and let him pound her cunt away till they were both satisfied. Till they couldn't breathe, and then she wanted to leave.

To leave. She didn't know if she'd ever get out of here. To leave. The repeating words in her head teasing her, tempting her, but not as much... no not as much as the temptation of that thick, corded cock just out of her hand, no her mouth, no her cunt's reach.

There was nothing in this moment she wanted more, than that inside her, buried to hilt while she moaned around the man it belonged to, not even her freedom compared. Quinn needed to be fucked. She wasn't a girl to be teased along till she begged for it.

"Fuck me, now." Her voice was muffled behind the gag, but there was no mistaking the words, and she wasn't pleading. She was telling him.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Such a sweet body. She was writhing under the influence of her circumstances, her entire length bent before him, her crinkled dress barely still covering any part of her. He took in the moment, her hands still neatly tied behind her back, and the feel of her smooth, reddened ass against his palm, the sensuous wetness of her pink pussy as his cock was squeezed between her eager thighs, her hair disheveled as shook with her passion...beautiful, that was the only word. he had had many women in this position, certainly, and all spectacular, but this one still outshone them all, and might prove to be his greatest conquest. In fact, since they did already have a purchaser lined up for her, owning this one became a tempting thought.

Allen then heard the muffled words from her gag. Oh, he understood them. He also understood the tone. She was telling him what to do, practically giving him an order. He of course could not grant that-she would learn who gave the orders here, and it was not him. But the implicit process behind her words...that was a surrender. Surrender was good, and appropriate, and would get what she needed. But not immediately, not on her beck and call.

His lips pressed down to her neck, and he tasted both sweat and tears, as some hand run down from her face. Then he curled his hands into her hair and tilted her head back slightly, arching her body lewdly back toward him in the gesture, and spoke. "Bitches don't tell me what to do," he whispered in an unconvincingly sweet tone. With that, he continued to tease her poor, strained body.

The drug was bad enough. It was the height of modern chemistry, brilliantly engineered to drive its victims insane with lust-and highly illegal. Even the higher ups in the mob were very uncomfortable with having such a supply of it. In fact, the only reason he was still supplied with any of it at all was because they appreciate the income from Allen's commodities...otherwise even the most corrupt city officials would have clamped down on any attempts to continue supplying drugs. Their enjoyment of the products he supplied kept them turning a blind eye to his process, and the means.

Making things worse for his hapless victim, though, was that she was practically being offered what she needed, what her body's hapless biological imperative was aching for, and only being used as a means for further torment. Allen was trying to make her realize the horror of Tantalus, and he was remarkably skilled at his craft. Still, though, he could not keep her body dancing on the knife's edge forever because she had already voiced her surrender-and that was to be rewarded.

"Well here you go, slut." With that, he straightened up, one hand still clamping down on her breast, and thrust his cock into her tight, wet snatch with a grunt.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Well here you go, slut."

In one simply violent thrust, her captor slid into her body, pushing the moan that had hovered on the brink of her tongue past her lips, she heard his stifled moan in reaction to the tight, wet, pulsing heat that he was now enveloped in.

Slut.Such a shaming word. Meant to turn the power of her sexuality against her, but in this moment she owned it, she was that slut, needing, craving and wanting everything this man, any man with a working penis could give her. Her eyes were closed, but her body burned with every single touch of his to her overheated and sensitive skin. When he reached up to pull her hair, she just moaned and felt the wetness between her legs begin to slide down her thigh. In any other moment she might have been embarrassed at her wanton sluttiness, but not now. Not with this drug pulsing through her veins, creating a sticky need that had her panting for more.

Quinn wanted so badly to fight it, in her logical mind that demanded she assess her situation. That she think rationally, that she demand to be freed, that she, that she, fuck... she wanted more. His hand closed around her throat and she gasped for air even as her pussy tightened around his length, squeezing him as he cut off her oxygen. When he freed her, she pulled in as much air as she could, still moaning at the hard pounding her body was receiving. Quinn wanted more.

"Oh.. please, fuck me, please..." The begging whimpers fell from her abused lips faster than his cock rammed her cunt. Quinn felt like she was dying, but she couldn't stop begging.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

This one had a sweet little pussy. He had sampled several different types, different flavors of pussy, he knew them just with the feel of his cock. Quinn's-No, no her name is not Quinn now, her name is slut-this slut's pussy was fairly tight, and very hot, and she had a lovely, musky sense rising from her juices. She was wetter than average, and she had good vaginal control, clamping down tightly on his intruding organ, sucking it in greedily. He had a feeling that she had always been greedy in bed-that was good. Overall, he gave this particular pussy an A-. Would recommend to a friend.

Allen was laughing to himself softly amidst the typical moaning that were always part of his fucking. He wondered if she could even hear him over the sounds of her own crying out and begging. He suspected not. His hand slid up to her throat, squeezing it for a second, cutting off her airflow for a moment. she made some slight panicked sounds for a moment, then none, and then he released her throat, letting her get back to her pleading. His hand was still yanking on her hair as his cock pounded into her. Good for her. She was having a great time at the moment-let her remember this later, as she was stewing in her cell, fuming at being kidnapped and imprisoned. Let her remember that she had really, really enjoyed herself thoroughly.

Still, there lessons to be taught here. He knew he would last a few more minutes. Pleasure and pain-she'd already started that path. He reached down to where here breasts were swaying freely, and he caught one in his big grip. He captured her nipple between two fingers, pinching down on it harshly, and twisting slightly as he continued to pound away in her pussy. He let go of her hair, his hand dragging down her back, until it rested against her ass. Then he started slapping her ass yet again, which was still slightly red from having been abused earlier.

He slowed down the pace of his thrusting, just slightly. It was unfortunate for her, right now, that she couldn't do a thing about it. Her ankles were still tied, even though her thighs were spread, and her wrists were very well tied. She had no leverage at all on him. Not that her hips weren't gyrating as well as they could at the moment. Allen took his time treating her nipple rudely, squeezing, pinching, twisting as he spanked her.

With a grunt, Allen realized that he was going to cum inside of her. He gasped, and then grabbed her hips roughly with both hands, holding them in place as he started pounding away, harder, faster. He used her roughly at this point, his hips slapping as they met hers each time. Still, he needed to make sure she came with him, since he had not bothered to keep track of whether she had cum yet-it was the antidote to the drug coursing through her veins. She did not seem to be complaining at the moment, but he still bend her forward further, and dragged a hand inward toward her core until he found her clit. He stroked it with her finger even as he used her hips, furiously pushing both of them toward orgasm. He pushed in one last time, with a gasp, and then held his cock, letting it spasm deep inside her pussy.

"Fuck, yeah, slut, take it." He grunted that as he keep his cock squirting in her pussy, feeling his cum sliding out of her lips and dripping onto the bed and the floor.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Quinn felt him cum inside her, or she imagined she did. What she really felt was their mingling fluids sliding down the inside of her thighs. The next thing she felt was her pussy clamp down on his cock, and her entire body shake with a violence that she had never experienced. It didn't hurt, but the scream that tore from her throat made her think that she was dying. In her logical mind, which at this point was barely a whisper she was thinking, "La petite morte, my ass," . What Quinn was doing, was most definitely NOT thinking coherently, she was completely gone. Her body and nerves frayed to the point of breaking. She had stopped breathing, and her eyes did not see anything, the only thing that was working on Quinn Blackwater's entire body was her cunt, which was busy massaging the last of her captor cum from his cock.

"Oh fuck."

These were her last words, past those crimson lips that were still moaning. She slumped to the bed.
Gone.
Passed out in the arms of a stranger, a stranger that otherwise Quinn would hate.

She dreamt.

Of her body laying there prone on the bed, so vulnerable.
Of her friends and their disappearances.
Of why she was here, and what might happen to her.

And she dreamt of fucking this stranger again, while he pounded her, harder and harder. Quinn didn't even attempt to stop herself in the dream, pushing him to call her dirtier names and follow him around like the submissive needy cunt that he said she would soon be.

What Quinn didn't know is that while she dreamt of him fucking her, she lay on the bed moaning for him.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Allen kept pounding the newest acquisition until his cock had gone limp. Then he finally, slowly pulled his cock out of her and glanced down at her pussy which he had just fucked raw. It was a bit red from the rough beating, just like her ass was still rough from her rough treatment, but she still looked delicious, especially with drops of his cum still dripping out of her. Fortunately, the drug also served a contraceptive-important that the bitches don't get pregnant and ruin their appearance before they go up for auction. He then realized that the slut had passed out. He laughed softly, depositing her on the bed.

Before leaving, he stopped to clean out her pussy. He wouldn't abide it getting smelly and nasty down there, and there was little she could do about it herself. She would ask, and perhaps get, a shower later, but not before he fucked her again. He wasn't putting his cock in a nasty little slut's smelly hole. She was still moaning, even as he was working, before he finished up, tucked the bottom of her skirt back down to cover her hips, and left her laying on top of the bed.

He stepped back, putting his hand onto the palm scanner once again to leave as the door locked behind him, heading back to his control room. He'd wait for her wake up before proceeding any further. As it was going to be a long night, he put on another pot of coffee, pouring himself a cup as he settled back into his chair to watch his sleeping prisoner. He sighed, regretting not having Sally around to keep his lap warm, as he watched and waited.

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After a few hours, he noticed as she stirred a bit in bed, apparently waking up. She didn't rise from bed instantly, and her face as not exactly where he could make it out on the camera, but then, there wasn't much for her to do at the moment-unless she needed to puzzle out the difficulties of using the toilet. Hmm, time to feed her. Feeding time, of course, was also training time-every time was training time.

Since she wasn't privileged enough to have her wrists untied yet, even to eat. He heated a bowl of chicken stew for her, and then a bowl of water for her to drink from. Eating and drinking would be awkward with her hands behind her back, and she would have to accept the shame of eating much like an animal, for now. He also mixed in a few drops of a special liquid he kept-it too was a contraceptive. She would receive some of that mixed into her food every day she was here, to avoid becoming pregnant.

After taking the few minutes to prepare her food, he took the tray, and then stopped outside of her door. He opened on slat, about face high, and then another, the size of the tray, in the bottom of the door, before he spoke.

"Are you hungry now, Quinn? I suspect you are. Well, here's how this will work while you are here. First, I will assure you that the food is not drugged-it will not make you sleep...or anything else. You will be forced to eat as you are, with no hands-so sorry. To receive food, you must kneel in the middle of the room, with your head pressed down against your chest. At that point, you will say, 'Master, Please.' If you comply, you will eat. If not...you will not eat."

He gave a rough smile and watched her, waiting to see just how she would respond. Nothing wrong with forcing them to miss a meal or two.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Quinn's skin felt sticky, she stretched, or at least attempted to. Her frame was still bound, still she attempted to shake those bonds and blow her hair out of her eyes. Her skin felt sticky. She tried to stretch. She couldn't.

Wait.

Hadn't she already figured this out?

What time was it?

Ugh. She had the feeling of her sticky skin and how she couldn't move. Wait. Where was she? Shaking her hair from her eyes she looked around. Still in the room with the big bed, the concrete walls, the cold creeping over her exposed and sticky skin.

Clink

Her eyes darted to the door, two slats opened on them. She could see the pants of the man who had fucked her earlier. What was his name? He spoke.

"Are you hungry now, Quinn?" Yes. She was. But she couldn't move. Wait- he was still talking, she struggled to focus on his words.

"-you are. Well, here's how this will work while you are here. First, I will assure you that the food is not drugged-it will not make you sleep...or anything else." Quinn's stomach sank, this reminder was rather stark and she felt the bile rising in her throat, along with hot tears in her eyes, but he continued to talk..

"-forced to eat as you are, with no hands-so sorry. To receive food, you must kneel in the middle of the room, with your head pressed down against your chest. At that point, you will say, 'Master, Please.' If you comply, you will eat. If not...you will not eat."

The point wasn't lost on her, and she most likely would comply at some point, but right now she felt too weak, too sick, and too terrified to move from her perch on the bed. Wide eyed and fearful she stared at him, until he moved away from the door, she think he took the tray with him. She couldn't believe where and how she had---
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It hurt.
But the dream was glorious.
Or at least she thought it was.
Being passed along a row of cocks, sucking and fucking each one till they came in glorious spurts over her already semen covered body. Her tits were shining with cum, while it dripped from her holes, leaving puddles whenever she knelt. There was no other thought other than pleasing.
Then, it hurt.

She stretched and found she couldn't. Her eyes flew open. Laying across the big bed in the cold room, it all came flying back at her. She had been drugged, fucked, tied up, humiliated and left to rot in a puddle of cum. It was too much for anyone.

"AUGGHHHGGGHHG!!!!!! Let me out of here! I will never call you master! I fucking hate you! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Fuck you! Fuck this!

There was no stopping her, she sobbed between her screams, dying inside and wondering if she'd ever be free again.