Powerdog16
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Location : Downtown Las Vegas
He watched as the woman he had sitting at his side in the back of the SUV desperately struggled not to hyperventilate inside the black cigar bag which had been forced over her head. He smiled to himself as he recalled the hours he had spent with her and his goons raping her till she was passed out and covered in a pool of sweat and cum. Had it only been a mere 3 hours ago?
Mr. Smith, as he had told her, grabbed his bitches' hair through the back and said, "Now listen here you fucking cunt... I will only say this one more time... You took a loan from me to pay for your grandfather's medical expenses or some shit like that and now you decide try and skip out on my payment? Fuck you whore!"
Mr. Smith slapped the side of her head, sending her skull cracking into the window of the vehicle as it raced along. He checked her handcuffs behind her back and ankles and checked to make sure they were good. He grabbed her tit through her tube top shirt and pulled her back towards him and said, "The way I see it... you owe me $50,000 bucks... I am giving you three days to come up with the money. Three... nothing more... nothing less..."
The dark haired sunglassed man picked up a purse which matched her prostitute attire and said, "Your bag has a cell phone in it. It is prepaid so don't bother tracing it. I will call you every 12 hours at 7 o'clock and you will answer it. If you don't, your grandfather dies..."
He heard her whimpering in terror. He looked in the purse and said, "You have some makeup from your cabinet in here too..." He pushed the purse into her lap and then leaned down and uncuffed her ankles. He said, "The rules are simple, your grandfather is being moved to a secret location right now... if you tell anyone about what is going on... we kill him. If there is a whisper of a cop or private security, he dies... if you fail to get me my money in three days... he dies... get the hint..."
He listened to her whimper and nod as well. He reached behind her and uncuffed her wrists. He pushed his pistol to her temple as she brought her wrists to her lap and rubbed them. "mmmph..." he heard her mutter from under her cleave gag but did nothing to endanger herself.
He watched the SUV pull up to an intersection, turned left and then came to a screaching halt. Smith said, "You will keep the bag on your head till you count to 25... if I see you even try and look back... grandpa dies... "
He opened the door and pushed her out onto the sidewalk. Smith glanced back and forth a moment and then said, "Enjoy your stay miss..."
He glanced up at the street sign and it read, "Las Vegas Blvd." He turned to his left and spotted the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. He slammed his door and said, "Get us out of here... now..."
The SUV squealed away...
Location : Downtown Las Vegas
He watched as the woman he had sitting at his side in the back of the SUV desperately struggled not to hyperventilate inside the black cigar bag which had been forced over her head. He smiled to himself as he recalled the hours he had spent with her and his goons raping her till she was passed out and covered in a pool of sweat and cum. Had it only been a mere 3 hours ago?
Mr. Smith, as he had told her, grabbed his bitches' hair through the back and said, "Now listen here you fucking cunt... I will only say this one more time... You took a loan from me to pay for your grandfather's medical expenses or some shit like that and now you decide try and skip out on my payment? Fuck you whore!"
Mr. Smith slapped the side of her head, sending her skull cracking into the window of the vehicle as it raced along. He checked her handcuffs behind her back and ankles and checked to make sure they were good. He grabbed her tit through her tube top shirt and pulled her back towards him and said, "The way I see it... you owe me $50,000 bucks... I am giving you three days to come up with the money. Three... nothing more... nothing less..."
The dark haired sunglassed man picked up a purse which matched her prostitute attire and said, "Your bag has a cell phone in it. It is prepaid so don't bother tracing it. I will call you every 12 hours at 7 o'clock and you will answer it. If you don't, your grandfather dies..."
He heard her whimpering in terror. He looked in the purse and said, "You have some makeup from your cabinet in here too..." He pushed the purse into her lap and then leaned down and uncuffed her ankles. He said, "The rules are simple, your grandfather is being moved to a secret location right now... if you tell anyone about what is going on... we kill him. If there is a whisper of a cop or private security, he dies... if you fail to get me my money in three days... he dies... get the hint..."
He listened to her whimper and nod as well. He reached behind her and uncuffed her wrists. He pushed his pistol to her temple as she brought her wrists to her lap and rubbed them. "mmmph..." he heard her mutter from under her cleave gag but did nothing to endanger herself.
He watched the SUV pull up to an intersection, turned left and then came to a screaching halt. Smith said, "You will keep the bag on your head till you count to 25... if I see you even try and look back... grandpa dies... "
He opened the door and pushed her out onto the sidewalk. Smith glanced back and forth a moment and then said, "Enjoy your stay miss..."
He glanced up at the street sign and it read, "Las Vegas Blvd." He turned to his left and spotted the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. He slammed his door and said, "Get us out of here... now..."
The SUV squealed away...
