Eternal Revenge

[RainingHeat]

This story is Closed for Se7en and myself
Enjoy​

It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.

<Sweet Sacrifice - Evanescence>


Amy turned the music down. It was one of her favorite songs, but Lissa was yelling for her from the other room.

The Prom. It was all about the Prom.

For a High School Senior, it was the most important, and most memorable, night of a teen's life. The night of the Prom. It marked the end of those "childhood" years and the emergence into adulthood, especially when it coincided with one's 18th birthday, as it did for Elissa, or Lissa as her family called her. Prom night, good friends, good food, dancing, a ride in a limo, and, if Lissa's wish came true, the night she would first make love with Jake, her new boyfriend. The night she would lose her virginity. Lissa was so excited.

Elissa Marietta Drakeson, the name engraved into the silver bracelet she wore about her slender wrist, that same name would be etched into her gravestone. Elissa Marietta Drakeson, "Lissa", born June 1st, 1994, Died June 14th, 2012.

June 1st, her 18th birthday. And, by some sheer turn of luck, her birthday happened to coincide with the Prom. The night would prove to be very special for Lissa. She could not stop talking about it. Amy, Amy Elizabeth Drakeson, her older sister, by a mere 15 months, had heard enough, that was for sure. Since the first of the year, that was all Lissa would talk about. The Prom. The Prom. The Prom. Would she go with Brent? Or would Jake ask her? Maybe even Hank? No, not Hank, he had a girlfriend, didn't he? Amy just shook her head with a smile. She never went to her own Prom. There were times when she wished she had.

But..............................

It was not to be. Circumstances had stepped in. Bobby, her boyfriend at the time, the very love of her life, had been killed in a horrible car accident. Even to this day, Amy did not want to think about it. Accidents happen, right? There was nothing she could do. Bobby's family sued the Police Department, and won a nice settlement. They should have stopped that high speed chase. It was too dangerous in that neighborhood. Never mind that Bobby was on his way to Amy's house for a date. Never mind that Amy thought it was all her fault. "Hurry up Bobby, we'll miss the movie" she had giggled over the phone, moments before the gut wrenching sound of metal twisting, of brakes screaming, Bobby screaming.

Who had the police been chasing? He was not caught that fateful night, speeding away from the crash he caused, even as Bobby's car burst into flames.

"Well sis, how do I look?" Lissa stood before Amy, dressed in her finest. Amy lightly shook her head to rid herself of those very destructive thoughts. Her eyes, moist with tears, she needed to stop doing this to herself, taking in the beauty that was her younger sister. The black silken gown clung to every curve on her young body. The thin, barely there straps caressing each milky smooth shoulder. She had not done her hair yet, it still, at the moment, fell down in soft, strawberry sunkissed waves about her face. Lissa's skin was flawless, smooth, flush. She needed hardly any makeup, her natural beauty was enough.

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Unlike Amy, who bore the darker red hair, in wild waves, and a face dotted quite prettily with freckles.

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Pulling her red mane back into a loose pony tail, Amy circled around Lissa, her gleaming sage green eyes taking in her younger sister's allure. Boy was Jake going to be a happy boy tonight, she thought to herself.

"Lissa sweetie, you look gorgeous. Jake is going to just about shit himself with he sees you" she offered with a grin.

"I hope so" Lissa replied, laughing out loud.

The dress was then slipped off, and Lissa bounded off to the bathroom to put up her hair. She had just about an hour before the limo, and Jake, would arrive.

Amy turned to the window, peering out. The sun was lowering in the sky, a light breeze blowing. "The perfect night for a prom" she whispered to herself, turning to look at the stunningly sensual black sheath of a gown that Lissa had just been wearing.

She couldn't help herself, she just had to try it on.

A few minutes later, she stood before the mirror. The black silk slithered about her form, as if it were a second skin. The deep midnight ebon of the silk accented the dark firey red of her hair, the slightly lighter crimson tinge of her lips. Her curves were not as, ample, as her younger sister, but the dress lovingly caressed what she had. As a cool breeze alighted the room, the gentle peak of her nipples awoke, making the dress look all the more sensual. Amy could not help but run her fingertips along the sheer softness. This dress was made for her.

"HEY"

Shocked back to her senses, how long had she been standing there, staring into the mirror? Amy turned. Lissa was standing in the mid of the room, and was obviously steaming mad.

"what the FUCK????"

"Sorry, sorry" she stammered, quickly slipping out of the dress. "I don't know.....I....." Amy trailed off.

"yeah, you don't know alright! That is MY Prom Dress! MINE"

Her sister could be incredibly spoiled and incredibly possessive.

"Yeah yeah, I said I was sorry, get over it"

"FUCK YOU" Lissa yelled "Get the hell out of my room. This is MY DRESS, MY PROM, MY NIGHT"

Yeah, it was all about Lissa. It always was. She was daddy's little girl after all.

"Oh Drop Dead" Amy shot back as she stormed out of the room.
That was the last thing she ever said to Lissa.

"Fine, let her have HER night! Fucking Princess" Amy grumbled, sitting in the den in front of the TV.

Jake arrived moments later, with the long, black limo. Glancing out the window, Amy caught a glimpse of the driver. He was rather handsome, she noted, but somehow rough and well, Amy could not put her finger on it. He seemed scary to some degree. Not the usual limo driver type, who, in most cases was a young, cute college kid, earning some extra money. There was something about him, about his eyes, his stare, that made Amy shiver, she wrapping her arms about herself. She turned back to the TV, trying to shake off that sudden chill in the air.

The obligatory pictures were taken, then Lissa was sent off the the Prom.

Lissa had just been sent off to her death.

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"It's 4:30 am, where IS she?" Mrs. Drakeson, Holly, turned to her Husband, eyes blinking, mouth frowning. She was not sure if she should be angry or worried. "She promised she'd make curfew, she promised!"

Mr. Drakeson, Ed, was pacing and not saying anything. His heart was pounding, his own anger already well near the boiling point.

Amy, barely awake, stumbling down the stairs. "Isn't she home yet?"

The phone ringing caused all three of them to jump.

Ed jerked the receiver to his ear. "Lissa, NO EXCUSES! GET HOME NOW!" his anger boiling over. A moment later, his eyes glazed over and he dropped the phone with a loud clunk.

Amy could not remember the rest of that particular night, from that moment on. It was as if the loud thud of the phone crashing to the floor just simply erased that memory from her mind. All she knew, was that it was horrible.

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Lissa looked almost as beautiful as she had on her Prom night, almost. She was not wearing the black silk sheath dress. In fact, that dress had never been found. Wait, that is not entirely true, a sliver of it had been found, torn off, and used to gag her. She was still gagged when she was found. Found almost 2 weeks after the night of the prom.

Elissa Marietta Drakson, 18 years old, found dead at the abandoned M & K Toy Factory Warehouse. That was what the headlines said. That was what the lead story on the news was. Raped, tortured, murdered. It was obvious she had been dumped there. Where had she been for those 2 long, long weeks, and what.................. what had she endured?

Jake, he had been found that very night. On the side of a logging road, throat slashed from ear to ear. There was so much blood, just so much blood, his formal tux shirt looked to be red instead of crisp white. There had been no sign of Lissa. No sign of the limo.

Lissa, Lissa had not been as lucky as Jake, if one wanted to consider having one's throat slashed, lucky. She had not died the night of the prom, the night of her birthday. She had succumbed 2 weeks later, just hours before she had been discovered.

She now looked almost as beautiful now as she had that night, as she lay in her casket. She wore a lovely pale blue dress, it had been her absolute favorite. Looped about her neck was a green and blue silk scarf. Scarves were not Lissa's style, but it was needed in this case, to hide the marks that adorned her throat, the bruises, the scars, the bite marks. There were similar marks elsewhere on the young girl's body, about her wrists, the silver bracelet gone, about her ankles, along her inner thighs, and both breasts. Her face, her face had, by some miracle, remained free of any marks or scars. She still had that soft, gorgeous, complexion.

Amy stood looking down at her younger sister.

"I'm so sorry Lissa, I'm so sorry" she could not control her sobbing, collapsing to the floor.

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"A suspect has emerged in the brutal rape, torture and murder of 18 year old Elissa Drakeson" the woman's voice droned on. She hardly showed any emotion, but then again, it was her job to report the news, matter of factly.

Amy didn't hear the name of the man, the suspect, but when they showed his face, she went pale.

It was the Limo Driver.

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"Guilty"

The gavel hit the stand.

"Guilty"

It was her testimony that sealed the verdict

"Guilty"

The jurors all agree'd!


Amy shook her head, trying to stand from the bench she had been sitting on in the courtroom. She tried to free herself from her daze.

It was over. It was really over.

She had closure.

She had just turned 21. Since that awful night, the night of the prom and Lissa's Birthday, she had lost her sister to that killer, her mother to suicide, and her father to alcohol. It was a wonder she had not lost her mind.

And now it was over.

She no longer had to look that man in the face, or into those eyes, again. No longer had to relive that awful night, or all the nights that came after that, until Lissa was found. She no longer had to hear his chuckle as the testimony hinted at what had been done to her younger sister.

It was over

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<click> The lock tumbler engaged and the deadbolt released, the door swinging open. Amy stepped in. It had been a long, long day. The house was quiet. Sometimes it was too quiet. She had thought about selling it. Letting go of the past and starting new somewhere else. Her father wouldn't know the difference, and, of course, she had no one else, anymore. "If he would just get sober" she sighed. Another long afternoon visiting him. Trying to convince him to come home. It never made a difference. It never would. He liked where he was, in the city, at the shelter. Days spent drinking on the street, nights on a cot in the shelter with the other drunks. It helped him forget. And when he did remember, all he could ever talk about was Lissa, as if Amy didn't exist.

"Lissa's gone Daddy"
"mom's gone"
"but, I'm still here daddy. I'm still here." He stared at her blankly.

Pulling her long red hair from its confines of the braid, she shook her head. "I need a shower and a glass of wine". Passing Lyssa's room on the way to the bathroom, Amy paused. A song tingles in the back of her mind. A song that both she and Lissa loved, and was so haunting now..........................

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

<My Immortal - Evanescence>



She missed her younger sister

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rrrriiiinnnnggggg

She had just climbed out of the shower, and the ringing of the phone had startled her.

"hello?"
" A date? Tonight? Hmmm, I don't know"
"My favorite restaurant? How can I resist Evan, sounds good"
"Ok, see you at 8"

She had been dating the young DA since the trial. Evan Cartier. He was nice enough, but a bit "stiff" for her, no pun intended. She certainly had not gotten close enough to him yet to see how "stiff" he was, not for his lack of trying. Evan was the first boy, well, man, that Amy had let close to her since, well, Bobby. And truth be told, Amy had not let Bobby do "that" either. Amy liked Evan well enough, but he reminded her of the trial, of her sister, and of him, the Killer. That was hard to wrap her head around some nights. But, she was alone. And Evan was so very nice.

Amy took some time getting ready for this particular date. She had it in the back of her mind that maybe, maybe tonight, she would invite Evan in. Invite Evan to spend the night. Maybe.

The deep, silken, emerald green dress she chose to wear would accent the sparkling green of her eyes. The lace straps that held the dress criss-crossing her back. There was no wearing a bra with this dress, her breasts left bare for the silk to caress, and caress it did, flowing over the swell and clinging. The dress fell in soft emerald waves, over her hips, to come to rest fairly long, actually, past the knee. Along the left side, a slit that bared her smooth thigh, when she moved in the right direction that is.

The matching lace shawl only served to accentuate the flame red of her wild mane, altho she had pulled her tresses back into a long braid, entwined with an emerald green ribbon.

She wore no makeup, other than a shimmer of lip gloss on her soft deep pink, full lips. Her freckles tickling her cheeks, with matching freckles adorning her chest.

When Evan arrived, ringing the doorbell, he was met with a vision of lovliness.

Amy noted, he looked quite handsome himself in his suit.

Maybe tonight, maybe.

Stepping onto the porch, she paused.

He had arrived in a limo.

A limo.

Amy felt a familiar shiver.

"I need to get over this" she said to herself as she slid into the back seat, closing her eyes for a brief moment, feeling the soft leather conforming to her body. Amy settled in, immediately comfortable. Legs crossing, the silk slit baring her thigh for a moment. This was luxury, that's for sure. Reaching down, she adjusted the strap to her heels, before setting back.

"Evan, what is the special occasion?" she asked as he presented her with a glass of sparkling champagne.

It did not take Amy long to realize, they were heading away from the City, not into it.

"Evan, what is going on?"

 

[Se7en_]

For fuck's sake, she is gorgeous! The limo driver, the killer; Dale thought as he caught a glimpse of the gorgeous Amy looking through the window. His grey eyes pierced right through her, clearly causing her to shiver, wrap her arms around her small body before turning away to shield herself from his eyes.

His tongue flicked to lick his lips in a slow exaggerated motion and his eyes lit up in a wave of lust. He wanted that girl, but as far as he could tell, she wasn't the target. The target wasn't a red haired beauty.

Before his thoughts carried him further away, Jake came with his lovely princess and date for the night. They entered into the back seat and began kissing almost immediately. Dale snorted and began to drive the luxurious limo along the road. Little did Jake and Elissa know that they were marching towards an untimely and cruel demise, especially for young Lissa.

Jake cut his kissing short and glared at the driver "What the hell man? Give us some fucking privacy!" He exploded in Dale's face as he realized the dark partition was lowered. The driver looked back at him with an empty expression "You have the controls for everything in the car Sir, except the wheel, the brakes, the..."

"What makes you think I want to listen to this crap?" Jake cut him short as he found the button to raise the partition. "Freaking drivers have no manners." He grumbled as he turned his attention back to his gorgeous date.

"Come on honey, don't be angry, it's our big night," Lissa said as she wrapped her lips around Jake's, but then cut the kiss short and her expression changed a bit. "But you're right, he has no manners. I am glad you put him in his place my big strong man!!!" She made sure her voice was loud enough to get to the driver's ears, so he knows his place.

Jake chuckled at her expression and pulled her closer and started showering her face, lips and neck with kisses while his arms wrapped around her small body, holding her in a tight embrace.

They kept on playing, kissing and teasing each other while making sure not to ruin their fancy clothing. At least for the time being. They couldn't reach the prom with their hair ruined, his tie in the wrong place or the tiny straps for her dress torn or twisted, so they kept it slow and sensual oblivious to where the car was going and sure that Jake's outburst had made the driver fear for his job and continue on smoothly.

As the couple were lost in sensation bliss, the car stopped suddenly with a hard slam on the brakes causing Elissa to almost fall off of Jake's lap. He barely managed to hold her as she clang to his neck, "That's it, I am sick of this bastard."

Jake started lowering the partition to yell at the driver when one of the doors opened. A large hand shot inside and grabbed the back of Elissa's neck pulling her out roughly...

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"It was clear the victim had been raped multiple times, very cruelly while restrained tightly as is clearly seen by the marks on her wrists and ankles. The victim was raped and violated many times by this man, and in unnatural ways. Traces of his semen were found in her womb, belly and rectum and the DNA matches the ones of the victim your honor. That, plus the testimony of Miss Amy Drakeson, the sister of the victim as seeing him driving the limo that was supposed to take Amy and her boyfriend Jake to the prom, but instead ended in this horrible incident. This solidifies that the suspect Mr Dale is indeed guilty. A life sentence sounds about right for this heartless criminal your honor."

The expression on Dale's face was one of pride as the young DA, Evan, had summarized the facts at the end of the fifth session in the court, just ahead of the jury going to make their decision. The smug expression never left Dale's face every time some of the brutal acts he did were briefly mentioned. That expression stayed on his rather handsome features long enough for the next tidbit to come, renewing the images in his sick mind.

Evan went to Amy's side to comfort her while the jury went to make their decision. Not surprisingly, they didn't take long, the evidence was solid, the expression on the culprit's face all but solidified his fate, not even bothering to hire a lawyer. It was like he wanted to be sent to jail for life. However, one with a sick mind like Dale doesn't think like normal people. That was one sentence that was repeated while the jury discussed his fate. His fate was sealed by the synonymous voting of the jury.

"Guilty!" A simple word sending a man for a well-deserved life sentence. His eyes followed Amy as she stood up and prepared to leave. His gaze never faltered as he looked right through her soul. He tilted his head a bit and licked his lips as a sinister grin formed on his lips.

Sent to a life sentence? Was it ever that simple?

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"Why the FUCK would you let her see your face you ignorant jackass??!!! More importantly, how the fuck did you get caught? Why did you let them catch you? You've been doing this for years, you never killed your slaves and never left a trace of evidence." The man's voice thundered in Dale's ears in the soundproof room in the Jail.

Dale looked at him with his usual empty expression and menacing eyes. "Why indeed? Let's see, someone is famous now all of a sudden. Oh isn't that person you? Mr District Attorney? Aren't your pictures filling the newspapers, on the front page even, aren't you on the news Evan? The rising star in our city, the force against crime and corruption?"

Evan swallowed hard and sat down managing to understand what his lifelong friend wanted, he wanted fame for him on his first case making him swallow hard again wondering how could a cruel man like Dale do him such a favor. He ran his fingertips through his smooth hair as he thought of a solution.

"Don't worry bro, there is always a solution! I will contact Derek and you know he can fix this."

Snorting in derision, Dale looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow "Contact who? Derek? That lowlife? What is the world coming to? Since when do I, Dale, need a favor from that scumbag?"

A smile curled his lips as he thought it over. "Derek you say? Hmmmm, you know that's the man for dirty jobs like this."

Derek dealt in the buying and selling of, well, pleasure. Not just for one night, Derek was not a pimp. He sold permanent pleasure, for any with the money to buy.

A little blackmail, a bit of a bribe, and even better, as Evan listened, a present for his friend once he was free'd.

This would be priceless.

"Good job getting me in this prison by the way Evan, you know you can get me out as easily as getting me in." Dale continued still holding the same vaguely empty expression.

The two friends shared a knowing grin; the warden of this prison happened to be a perverted old bastard, give him a little slave girl and anything within the walls of his prison can happen. Even something as bad as bringing a slave girl for a round with the prisoners and guards. One of the harshest punishment to bestow on one of Derek's slave girls. Usually made for the entertainment of Derek, the warden and the two plotting friends. A rather odd group, a prison warden, a DA, a serial rapist and murderer and a modern slave trader.

This was the most corrupt prison in the country, but the warden was more or less an evil genius, showing it as the best prison in the country.

In a couple days, a slave girl was shipped to the warden. Her screams echoed throughout the soundproofed room. While Dale enjoyed his freedom once more after a few weeks of confinement during the trial period. The outside world was none the wiser, a serial killer was on the run while everyone happily thought he was in.

A master in disguise, Dale easily managed to blend in and sneak to one of his 'safe houses' undetected. His face being a well-known quantity now, he never drove, never drank and never entered a public place. Evan saw to all his needs till he got to where he needed to be. The place were Elissa was used, abused and tortured before being thrown, a lifeless corpse at the abandoned M & K Toy Factory Warehouse to draw all the suspicion to that place.

As Dale entered the house, the events of that fateful night and the two weeks that followed came back rushing to his mind; his eyes closed, his body shuddered, lips curved and released a groan of pleasure and his manhood immediately stood up at attention.

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Dressed in a fancy suit, Evan awaited the lovely Amy in a limo. It was the promised night. He saw her coming out of the door, and boy was she gorgeous in that green silky dress hugging her curves. It was probably too long for his tastes, but she won't have the luxury of having the silk wrapping her young body for long. He resisted the urge to grin, instead smiling at his date as she froze in front of the limo. He could almost read her mind. She was scared, it was a similar limo that took her sister to a horrible fate, and now she was struggling with the thought of entering such a vehicle.

Evan didn't pressure her, giving the time to make her choice, only giving her a warm comforting smile to coax her into getting in. He was a DA after all, and a popular one at that. He knew full well how to fake smiles and show warmness that his cold heart could never reflect.

Moments later, and to Evan's good fortune, Amy made her choice quickly and got in the luxury filled vehicle. The ride started pleasant to Amy, just like it did to Elissa before her. Evan's arm wrapped around her shoulder gently and the other hand presented her a glass of expensive champagne.

"Evan, what is the special occasion?" She asked as she took the glass.

"The special occasion, my dear, is my need to spend more time with my princess. Is that wrong?" He smiled as he stroked her soft cheek as the limo started on the long way to their target, his target.

Amy quickly realized they weren't going in the right direction, they were going outside the city, certainly in the opposite direction of her favorite restaurant, and she was sure to voice her concern "Evan, what is going on?"

Evan smiled at her and gently pinched her cheek "What's going on is I need to cheer you up, so we're going somewhere new, somewhere to have some fun. No pressure though sweetie. Won't do anything you don't want to do. Now come here!"

Without giving her a chance to reply, he collected her in his arms and laid back on the leather seats pulling her to lie over his chest. He stroked her back and stole kisses from her cheeks and neck. That didn't last long though, as he reversed their positions and was laying on top of her instead, his warm smile never leaving his lips as he leaned down and pulled her lower lip in his mouth for the first time. She had never allowed him to kiss her lips or see her naked and definitely not allowed sex either. She only let him sit her on his lap or cuddle in bed or on the sofa and allowed him to fondle her breasts or bottom through clothing. Knowing that, Evan made his kiss very brief, only holding her lip for a few moments before releasing it.

This time it was no different, he straddled her and began fondling her delicious and relatively-small breasts. He was always fascinated with her luscious mounds, always seeming to want to cup them and mold them in his large hands. This time he was more intense though, maybe even a bit rough as he groped and squeezed them in earnest. It wasn't painful though, he had made sure to maintain eye contact and ease up the moment her expression changed from one of pleasure to that of discomfort.

The ride wasn't long, or at least it didn't seem so to the playful couple. As soon as the car stopped, Evan was on his feet, out of the car and gently pulled Amy out. As soon as her feet touched the ground, he scooped her small body in his arms and proceeded to the entrance of the rather fancy looking restaurant on the outskirts of town. It was the only building in sight, but there were lot's of cars parked around, some soothing music seeping to the outside and to their ears.

A burly man stood in the way, but nodded as he saw Evan and grinned at the girl cradled in his arms, gazing down at her hungrily. Evan met his gaze and didn't seem to care, only giving him a nod in return.

As they got in, Evan moved down to the basement, instead of going to the restaurant. At that point, he knew he can't keep her in his arms like that. It was time to guide her or force her in if need be.

Evan lowered her to her feet, and quickly grabbed her upper arm, not holding tight but guiding her inside the door at the end of the stairs.

As they entered the hallway, they barely had to move a few feet before an ear shattering cry rocked the place. It was one of pain, extreme pain. Apparently someone was sampling one of the girls and she did something stupid, or she was just unlucky and it was a sadist who didn't mind hurting his slaves.

Evan knew the time for gentleness had ended with that cry and his grip tightened around Amy's slender arm forcing her inside, "Perfect timing, Come on girl so you don't end up like her!!!"

He had no intention to listen to whatever protests she had or allow her to escape his grip. Luckily, he didn't have to do that long as they were at Derek's office. He pushed the door in and entered "Oi Derek. Here is the girl, get her ready quickly!!!"

Sitting behind a large desk that seemed to serve absolutely no purpose, Derek groaned as the door opened and then bent over while his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he slumped on the desk trying to catch his breath, "Get the fuck out slut! You'll be punished later for this horrible blowjob. Is this how I trained to suck cock?!!! Fucken' whore, I didn't even get a decent orgasm!!!"

A naked blonde girl appeared from under the table, shooting the new visitors a look of disgust followed by sympathy before disappearing through another door at the back of the room. Evan received the look of disgust and returned it with a smirk.

Derek nodded at the burly man sitting beside the door and he moved quickly for his size. His large hands seizing both Amy's arms right above her elbow and pulling them together behind her back. After that, one of his hands wrapped around both her arms at that spot. The other hand quickly shot down under her knees and pulled her up and off her feet. The man was simply huge, being almost two feet taller than her and a foot taller than Evan, not to mention being very muscular and gruff. He had gathered her like a doll and carried her in, towards the large desk.

"That was the last piece of shit you brought me Evan. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do with that piece of meat? She has no clue what she's doing!" Derek grumbled at Evan about that blonde girl.

Evan was amazed at Bob's brute strength and the ease with which he handled Amy, but then looked at Derek with a grin "Train her, you fool, isn't that part of what you do? Sell trained and untrained girls? Or are you losing your edge? Speaking of training, we want this one untrained and unbroken, and I am guessing you need to examine her body now to slap a price tag to her virgin pussy eh?" Evan continued pointing at Amy, speaking about her as if she was a piece of meat, not a human.

 

[RainingHeat]

The feel of the wet grass was a shock to Lissa. Funny to think THAT would be a shock to Lissa, given she had just been yanked out of the back seat of the limo. Maybe it was her way of compensating. Lissa was never one to face anything "tough" head on. That had been Amy. Amy faced all the challenges, Lissa simply reaped the rewards. It was the wet grass she focused on, not the hand tightly clamped on the back of her neck.

But any rewards she would reap this night, other than the fact that she did not die (if that could be considered a reward, considering)all came before, while still in the limo, long before she made that strange observation about the wet grass.

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"Come on honey, don't be angry, it's our big night," she had whispered in his ear, her lips trailing down along his jaw to find his lips, hers parting, tongues slowly entwining. God, she loved kissing him. Jake was a damned good kisser!!! "But you're right, he has no manners. I am glad you put him in his place my big strong man!!!" that was not whispered. Lissa has already decided she did not like this limo driver one bit. She thought she had caught him staring at her! This was her way of stating, she belonged to Jake!

Jake reacted just as she knew he would! She had a way of getting what she wanted from boys!! A flash of a leg, a wink, the toss of her strawberry blonde hair, she was sooo glad she lightened it, it looked so much better now, that would always bring the boys to her, all clamoring for attention. Jake was no different.

She welcomed his kisses, the feel of his lips tickling at her own parted lips, flicking at the curve of her throat, his strong arms wrapping around her, drawing her onto his lap. "Mmmmm Jake" she barely murmured, no longer thinking about the limo driver. The motion of the limo, the feel of Jake beneath her, his arms around her, tongues entwined, that was all Lissa felt or thought about. Heck, it had even occurred to her that the seats in this limo were large enough to have sex right here. Right now!!!

Obviously, Jake was thinking exactly the same thing. His hand had slowly, almost without notice, slid under the silk of her dress, ever so lovingly crawling upwards, fingertips taking in the feel of her skin, so supple, so warm, so inviting. Lissa, another soft purring sound escaping her lips, parting her legs, silently giving permission to Jake, and to herself. She wanted to give in to him this night, she so wanted to loose her virginity to him, to become a woman.

"please Jake" Lissa had just whispered, pulling from a long, sensual kiss to look into his eyes, when the limo came to a sudden, violent halt. Lissa's cry of shock and dismay was cut off by Jake's cursing "That's it, I am sick of this bastard."

Wait, had they been in a accident? NO, no, Lissa had not heard a crash, surely she would have heard a crash, right?

Her thought was cut short, as the limo door was thrown open and she was yanked from the backseat.

"why is the grass so wet? So cool? Why was she out in the grass?" her mind trying to explain what was happening, and ignoring the hand at the back of her neck, holding her there.

Inside the limo, a song started playing............

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll gonna stink and burn

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Rape me

<Rape Me - Nirvana>

~ ^ ~

It was funny to think that Amy's night now, was paralleling Lissa's from the past. Sure, Lissa's was prom night. This was just a date for Amy. But, there were similarities. Both were/had been adorned in silk dresses. That was one thing the sister's had in common, they both loved silk. Both Amy and Lissa were riding in a limo, even tho Amy would much prefer not to. Lissa had considered, and in fact, was acting on, having sex that same night. Tho it was never known if Lissa actually did have sex, with Jake that is, that night. Amy was seriously considering asking Evan to stay the night tonight, seriously considering, at least she was at the beginning of the night.

Amy, at this very moment, was almost in the same position as Lissa had been, upon Evan's lap. Well, Lissa had been on Jake's, of course, but the de ja vu was quite haunting. Amy was enjoying the feel of Evan's lips tickling, tip of his tongue licking at the curve of her throat, just as Lissa had enjoyed Jake's.

When Evan moved her beneath him, perhaps that is where the similarity stopped. Oh did it? Lissa, that night, may not have ended up beneath Jake, but instead, writhing beneath someone else. Had that thought crossed Amy's mind as she felt Evan boldly kiss her, tugging at her lower lip? Actually, at this moment, no, that thought did not cross Amy's mind. If it had, she probably would have started screaming, like Lissa had.

No, all Amy was thinking about, at this particular moment, was Evan's weight atop her and the feel of his playful kiss.

"MMmmmmm Evan" she allowed herself to get lost in the sensations, as Evan, straddling her, began to fondle and caress her breasts. She had always enjoyed that, the touching, caressing, fondling of her breasts. Her breasts, altho smaller than what her sister's had been, had always been sensitive, the nipples particularly. She remembers sitting with Lissa a couple years ago, comparing their breasts and laughing. It had been a fun night of bonding between the 2 of them.

There would be no more of those.

Evan had a fascination with her breasts, which, Amy had thought, back when she first met and started dating Evan, made him such a perfect match for her. That and the fact that he was the man that had put away that ........ Killer. Amy did not even want to remember that man's name. Ever!! Evan, was kinda her hero. That was why she had accepted that first invitation to dinner.

Another similarity, the limo lurching to a hard, sudden halt. As soon as the limo stopped, Evan was on his feet, the door opening, leaving Amy blinking for a moment and a bit embarrassed, her silk dress having slipped down to expose one breast. As she was readjusting herself, he reached in to pull her out.

"what's the hurry?" the question formed in her mind, but never made it past her lips. Evan scooped her up into his arms. Taking in what was happening, her slightly worried gaze took in the cars parked, including several more limos, and the entrance to a rather high end looking restaurant. Where was this place? Where were they? This sure was not anywhere near the city, but Amy had no recollection of a high end, fancy restaurant outside the city. Not at all.

The hypnotic sound of music slowly moved and twisted thru the air as they approached the entrance, her eyes widening at the big, very big, burly bouncer at the door. What kind of place was this? Why would a fancy, high end restaurant want, or employ someone who looked like him? He would scare the customers off, she thought. Even tho that was not the case, as evidenced by the cars in the parking lot.

The music continued to weave around her and Evan.

Diamond life, lover boy
He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start

No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago, Western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo, love for sale

Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels, his heart is cold

No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

<Smooth Operator ~ Sade >

Once inside, Amy expected to be seated in the main dining room, but apparently, that was not Evan's plan. If she had gotten a look into that main dining room, she would have realized that something was very, very wrong. At one end of the room, a girl, adorned in red satin and silk, danced to the music, a collar her only piece of jewelry. At a majority of the tables were men, some alone, observing the dancer. Others were not alone, not at all. If she had looked closer, she would have seen at the table closest to the door she had just entered, a table of 4 men, and one girl. The girl was not seated at the table, she was tied down to it, upon her back, legs spread. One of the men was standing between her legs, his pants open, pumping his large, thick cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Another of the men was standing on her right side, head down, suckling, biting, and alternately mauling her breasts. The third man was straddling her head where it hung down the opposite side of the table, fucking the girl's mouth as hard as the man between her legs was fucking her cunt. His cock was a bit shorter, but just as thick, her mouth and lips opened wide around it, as he shoved it in and out of her throat. The last man, his cock was in his hand, as he watched what was happening. It was obvious he was awaiting his turn.

This same scene, in varying degrees, was happening all around the main dining room.

But, Amy saw none of that, Evan turned her away and lowered her to her feet. Taking her by the arm, he lead her downstairs. What was down there? She thought to herself. Perhaps a private room for a private dinner?

But when the door opened it was just a hallway. Amy was beginning to get confused, and was not liking this at all anymore.

"Evan" she started to say, before her words, and the music above, were interrupted by an ear splitting, heart rending scream. That stopped Amy in her tracks.

"Perfect timing, Come on girl so you don't end up like her!!!"

What? End up like her? WHO? The questions never got past her lips. Feeling his fingers digging into her arm, Amy finds herself shoved thru another door, into a dimly lit room.

"Oi Derek. Here is the girl, get her ready quickly!!!"

Everything seemed so surreal at that point. Why had Evan just called her "girl" ? Who was that nasty man at the desk and where the hell had that naked blonde come from?????

"Get the fuck out slut! You'll be punished later for this horrible blowjob. Is this how I trained to suck cock?!!! Fucken' whore, I didn't even get a decent orgasm!!!"

Blowjob??? What Blowjob??? Amy's mind was reeling. What the hell was going on? Too shocked to even speak, she could only stare, trying to get a handle on what was happening and how the hell to get out of there!!!!!

"what?? WAIT!! NO!! Any struggling that Amy tried at that point was moot. Caught off guard, and completely in shock, she was pinned, grabbed, and lifted by a huge behemouth of a man that she had not even seen when she had stepped in there. "let go! LET GO OF ME! EVAN HELP ME!!!!!!!"

"That was the last piece of shit you brought me Evan. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do with that piece of meat? She has no clue what she's doing!"

"Train her, you fool, isn't that part of what you do? Sell trained and untrained girls? Or are you losing your edge? Speaking of training, we want this one untrained and unbroken, and I am guessing you need to examine her body now to slap a price tag to her virgin pussy eh?"

Both men were talking as if she were not even there, until she heard the words "virgin pussy". Whose virgin pussy???

"what, what are you talking about!! EVAN GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Amy was not screaming. She was not one to scream, but she was demanding, that much was evident in the tone of her voice. "EVAN!!!!!!"

The song heard when they entered had finished, and another had started...................

End of passion play
Crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction

Veins that pump with fear
Sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death's construction

Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master

<Master of Puppets - Metallica >

 

[Se7en_]

Cock in hand, squeezed and stroked by Dale's large fingers in an attempt to alleviate that need for sexual release. He grunted and groaned as he came in the toilet for the fifth time since he had entered this place. He had the sex drive of an army of rabbits and no good way to vent all that frustration. "Why the fuck am I cumming in the toilet instead of some slave's ass or pussy or mouth for that matter? Why that fucker Evan, he knows I didn't have pussy for three weeks, so why on earth did he remember to put everything in this place except a slave girl???!!!!"

Dale's thoughts were all over the place, he had been unable to focus in the relatively short thirty five hours he had been in that place. To him, it felt more like thirty five long years. He was unable to take his mind off Elissa and the 'quality' time they had spent together.

He sighed as he remembered how he killed her, but then shook his head quickly and a grin immediately fell upon his lips and his face lit up in pleasure, tongue escaping his mouth to lick his suddenly-dry lips as he remembered the events of the night when he kidnapped her.

~^~​

"Come here girl," Dale's voice entered Lissa and Jake's ears. His voice was a harsh menacing deep tone while his grey eyes were oozing of the imminent threat as he pulled Lissa roughly to her feet. Hands moved quickly seizing her wrists in one hand and securing them behind her back as his other hand returned to her neck. Strong thick digits wrapping around her throats killing her air supply and smothering her screams in the process.

Jake had snapped out of it and got out of the car, his fingers balled in a tight fist as he lunged at Dale. "Are you insane? What the fuck are you doing?" Jake yelled as he attacked.

Moving swiftly, Dale let go of the girl's neck, slapped Jake's arm, directing the rather strong punch away. That same hand shot forward grabbing Jake throat, much more roughly than he did with Lissa. After all, he didn't care whether Jake lived or not, in fact he wanted to kill him, but playing with Lissa's emotions a bit before killing him should be fun.

Hand tightened up around Jake's throat as he tried hard to loosen the vice-like grip, and barely managed it before he lost consciousness. As soon as the grip was loosened, Dale let go immediately and lunged at Jake with a hard punch directed right at his jaw while he was busy coughing and catching his breath. The Punch, combined with the lack of oxygen were more than enough to send Jake down to the ground. "You wanted some privacy huh?" Dale spoke vemously.

Dale wasted no time, clearly Jake was going to put up a fight, and holding Elissa and fighting him at the same time was going to be a fun challenge, but he was too much in a hurry to fuck her brains out to do that. Quickly, he pulled the girl roughly to his left, leaning down beside her. Still holding tight to her slender wrist, he grabbed her right ankle and pulled it up behind her, bending her leg at the knee. A large steel cuff closed around her leg. That cuff was attached to a rather long chain, at least five to six feet long. After locking the cuff, he let go of her and turned his attention to Jake.

Dale knew she could move around a small area, and he didn't care. In fact he wanted her to move around trying to escape or help her partner. He wanted her to struggle while he beat her date within an inch of his life and then kill him anyway.

Jake was recovering when Dale was over him, but he didn't attack. He only looked down at him from his vantage point a sinister grin splitting his handsome gruff features.

Swallowing hard, Jake stood up and lunged at Dale again. Another good punch was thrown, and was just as easily deflected. A second later, Dale's large strong fist crashed against Jake's jaw again, sending him back down to the floor. Dale just shook his head at the lack of challenge. Jake was by no means a weak guy, it was just that Dale was a martial arts expert, not to mention being taller and bigger as well. "You didn't want to listen to my crap eh chump? Tell me that again? What was it? I have no manners? Well, let me teach YOU some manners asshole."

Straddling Jake, Dale clenched his fist tight and directed three powerful punches to Jake's face in quick succession causing him to cough teeth and blood before slumping back down. The fight was lost. Dale didn't even bother watch what Elissa was doing, was she hitting him? Pulling at his shirt? He had no clue. He was way too focused and the girl's tiny fists surely won't do any damage to him and her meager strength won't be able to stop him either.

Pulling Jake to his feet, Dale brought him to a large column, pushed him hard against it and wrapped a collar around his neck binding him to the unmoving object. "Bastard was it? That was what you called me right? Look who's laughing now!!!"

Jake had no power left to talk, he was beaten badly, and had no intention to pissing the guy off anymore. "Maybe he wants some revenge, let him have some revenge and maybe he will let us go, or else we're fucked. I will be killed and Lissa will be raped. Please let it be some sick psycho's way of teaching us manners." Jake thought as he looked at Lissa and shook his head.

"Now little girl, let's have some fun. Basically, you are fucked, literally in fact. You will be fucked sore, but first of all, you have a decision to make. How poor Jake here dies. Yes, how he dies."

Clapping his hands once, Dale's grin had widened up. His menacing eyes promising a world of trouble as he stared into Lissa's innocent eyes. He walked towards the delicate maiden as he was telling her about his sick game. His tone low and serious, dark and sinister. His eyes were no less threatening with their unfaltering stare deep into her core. He reached her in a few steps and grabbed her hands again putting them behind her back and his large palm locked around her jaw preventing her from speaking, screaming or even breathing properly as he continued.

"I will kill him now, and you get to choose how, see how generous I am? So what will it be, choking to death? Beating him to death? Electricity? A knife to the heart? Slashing his throat? Or some other option you can come up with."

Releasing her jaw, his hand slid under her chin "So what will it be girl?"

~^~​

"what, what are you talking about!! EVAN GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Evan cut his conversation with Derek short and he walked in front of his girl. His hand slid to cup her chin as she was held in that brute's arms. "Get you out of here? Now, why the hell would I do that? Actually don't answer that because it's not going to happen. You have no say in this, starting now, you are a slave. Yes, you heard me a slave to be sold for pleasure."

He waited for the words to sink in a little and then continued. "Your body will now be examined, so my good man Derek here estimates your worth, which I assume is quite high since you're a virgin beauty, but nevertheless, an examination is necessary."

Evan nodded at the large man and instead of putting her on the table as was originally planned, he put her back down to her feet. One huge hand quickly encircled her slender wrists trapping them behind her back and the other hand wrapped around her legs just under her knees, trapping her legs together and preventing her from kicking.

Hands rested on Amy's shoulders, Evan's hands which were smaller than the brute's hands, but still big enough to be felt clearly on her smooth bare shoulders. The hands quickly slipped the lace straps from her shoulders, letting them fall on her arms. The brute man moved quickly, holding on to one hand, he let the strap slip freely off one hand before exchanging hands and then collecting the small wrists again. He was too fast considering his size giving Amy no chance to get her hands free for long.

Evan was in a daze though, his eyes fixated on Amy's chest. Her breasts had been freed of the silken embrace of the dress and exposed to the cool air of the room. Her nipples poking forward proudly almost asking to be tweaked and played with. And tweaked and played with they shall.

Licking his lips Evan grinned and dove into Amy's bosom, hands cupping her small breasts as his hungry mouth locked around one nipple taking it between his lips, sucking and gently biting on it while his hands kneaded her breasts, finally not through some pesky article of clothing.

He took a small break to look into her eyes "Girl, you've been holding out on me, hiding those delicious breasts from me, that's a crime that deserves punishment, don't it Derek?"

Not really waiting to hear the reply, his teeth latched onto the other nipple biting down on it.

Derek shook his head and tapped Evan's shoulder "Yes, yes it is, now don't bite that hard, you'll ruin the goods, you asshole. Let me examine her first and put a price."

Evan realized it was right and he reluctantly let go, his hands sliding down her sides to the hem of her panties. He yanked them down forcefully to gather around her knees just over her dress refusing to continue down by the large hands trapping her legs.

Nodding at the brute again, he let go of her legs and wrapped his arm around Amy's slender waist, pulling her up like a feather, the dress and panties passing her feet. Moments later she was forced to lie down on her back on the large desk.

The three men were on her in a second, Derek grabbed her waist to hold her onto the table, Evan took her hands and stretched them over her head to waiting cuffs that quickly claimed her wrists. A similar fate awaited her feet as the large man took her ankles, spread her legs wide, and trapped her ankles with similar cuffs. He then took the time to slip her shoes off baring her feet as well. She was now completely naked in a room with two perverts and one large man. Evan knew it didn't need three men to hold her down and restrain her, actually one should be enough as she was a small girl, but it was fun to severely overpower her like that ensuring she realizes the dire situation she's in.

The large man left the table and took his seat, Evan's hands took Amy's breasts again and roughly squeezed and rolled them around enjoying every moment of playing with those pleasure mountains. Meanwhile, Derek circled her body, hand gliding over her thighs, belly, her now-exposed pussy to land on her pubic hair, trimmed but not shaved. His fingers roughly grabbed a few small hairs and yanked them up painfully "Who on earth would buy a slave with this forest? You gotta shave her Bob!"

"There is no need. The buyer I have in mind would most likely want to shave her himself." Evan said as he continued to fondle the luscious mounds in his hands, fingers digging into the tender flesh.

Derek nodded, his own thick fingers resting on Amy's virgin pussy and roughly opening her up. He leaned down to look in and see if she was actually a virgin. "Ever been fucked before slave? In your pussy, ass or mouth?"

He waited for her answer and then looked at Bob "Get her ready and send her to the show room. We have a round of buyers now who would definitely like to take a look at this gorgeous little girl." Derek said as he left with Evan, leaving the tiny girl in a room with the behemoth of a man that was Bob.

Quickly, Bob stood up and went to Amy. He leaned down on her and grabbed her chin, almost gently for a man his size. "I will now untie you and take you to the preparation room. You have two choices; you will be a good girl and cooperate and in turn I will try my best not to hurt you and will even make your first bondage position a little comfortable and less revealing. Or, you will not be a good girl, but you will still be prepared and restrained, only I will hurt you, and will put you in a very exposing and painful position, your call." Bob said in a calm voice, he seemed different than the others. He didn't even as much as look down at her breasts or pussy. He continued to hold her chin as he waited for her decision.

 

[RainingHeat]

<Lissa>

"Come here girl,"

The words broke thru the fog that her mind had created in it's desperate attempt to not deal with what was happening, or about to happen right in front of her, and what was about to happen to her.

That was when she screamed. Surely someone would hear her. Surely someone would stop this maniac and rescue her and Jake. Wait, Jake! Jake would rescue her, right? RIGHT?

It was obvious that she was very easy for the big man to handle, and before the scream could even die in the night sky, before she could even comprehend a thought or idea about running, struggling, or anything else for that matter, he had her wrists pinned in one impossibly large hand, the other, curled and tightening about her throat, ending that scream with a low, crying gasp. And it was not just ceasing her scream, he was ceasing her ability to breathe. Lissa's pale eyes widened, her mouth still open, desperately trying to draw in any semblance of air.

Jake, Jake, where are you?? Save me!!! JAKE SAVE ME!!

The words scrolled across her mind, as if she were reading a book, and they kept repeating *Jake Save me! Save me Jake* as the tears began to slowly form and glide from her fluttering eyes. The tightening hand giving no release, she having no way to breathe at all.

"Jake.............." Consciousness was slipping, and slipping fast, it was a very slippery slope afterall, until she heard his voice. Her saviour!!!!

"Are you insane? What the fuck are you doing?" Jake lunged at the man.

Insane!!! That was it! This guy was insane, and Jake was going to save her! SAVE HER!

He did save her!!! He did!!!!! When Jake lunged, the Insane Man released her throat.

Lissa gasped loudly, drawing in the cool air, into her throat that felt as if it were on fire. Long, deep inhales, coupled with her sobbing cries. It took her what seemed to be minutes, many minutes, to realize that Jake was not saving her at all. In fact, in her daze, she had missed whatever had happened and when she finally saw the reality in front of her, Jake was on the ground, the Insane Man's hand now closed on his throat, choking him!!

"No, NO!" Lissa thought she screamed, was convinced that she did. But all that escaped her lips was a low, strangled cry.

Did Jake hear her? Did the Insane Man? Did anyone?

Speaking of the Insane Man, he still had an iron grip on her wrists, and apparently he did hear her. But, Jake didn't stand a chance, nor did he hear her, and Lissa again begged him to save her, did she yell out loud to him? Sadly, her voice would not cooperate, and the only sounds she could make were soft mewling cries. Poor Jake never even heard her, he was too busy getting the shit beat out of him, the Insane Man punching him square in the jaw. Lissa thought she heard teeth breaking. Jake wouldn't be very cute with missing teeth, her mind told her, he will look quite funny in the school pictures. As if either of them were going to get any school pictures taken. They would not be that lucky.

"You wanted some privacy huh?"

Jake was sputtering and gasping, clearly he was outmanned in this fight. But at least he as trying.

The Insane Man turned to Lissa. As soon as those grey eyes bore into hers, her mind started singing, slowly. *Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder what you are*. The song slowly played in her head, she blinking, but not putting up any kind of fight. *Twinkle Twinkle Little star*...... Look at all the stars out tonight Lissa mused to herself, he was beside her, over her, too close, too fucking close!!! The clang of a cuff securing about her leg made her blink and look down for a moment. What was that? What the fuck was that?

Lissa looked up at the Insane Man, over to Jake, then the stars caught her attention again. Look at all the stars, so pretty, her so very confused mind thought. It would be so romantic to make love under those stars. The sky looks like it is dotted with diamonds. So many diamonds. It was as if Lissa had tuned out the vicious and bloody fight going on right in front of her.

If Amy had been there, she would have understood what Lissa was doing. Lissa was the baby of the family, daddy's little girl. Their little princess. Nothing bad would happen to Lissa, nothing bad should happen to Lissa. Daddy will save Lissa. Jake will save Lissa. Amy will save Lissa. That was how it was. Lissa knew that. Nothing bad will happen to her. Nothing bad at all. Jake will save her. Of course. Jake or Amy. Right? Right?

Lissa had a moment of clarity, brief, but it was there. The Insane Man was beating the hell out of Jake.

"You didn't want to listen to my crap eh chump? Tell me that again? What was it? I have no manners? Well, let me teach YOU some manners asshole."

The distinct sound of chain on chain was foreign to Lissa's ears. Where was that sound coming from? Me? But her focus again turned back to the Insane Man, beating Jake. Did she jump on him to try and stop in, amazingly YES!! *Amy would be proud of me*, she thought to herself as she clung to the back of the large man, trying in vain to pummel him with her fists. But he took no notice of her, none whatsoever and she fell to the ground, crying.

Amy would be so much better at this, she thought, retreating back into her own little world. So much better at this.

"Amy? Where are you Amy?" Lissa cried out as her eyes glazed over again.

"Amy?" Where was Amy? Why wasn't she here?? Amy would save her. Amy was her big sister!!! Big sisters do that. They save their younger sisters.

"Jake?" she whispered. "Jake?" Things had gone quiet, she thought. Too quiet. How long had things been quiet? Or was she just not hearing anything anymore?

"Bastard was it? That was what you called me right? Look who's laughing now!!!"

Lissa blinked back to reality once more. Her eyes, blurred, staring at Jake. He was bound to a pole, was that a flagpole, or some kind of fence column? Lissa's muddled mind could not fathom what it was, not that it mattered. What mattered was, Jake was unable to move. He couldn't save her, not in that condition. He was bloodied and beaten, how were they supposed to get school pictures with him looking like that, her confused mind wondered.

"Now little girl, let's have some fun. Basically, you are fucked, literally in fact. You will be fucked sore, but first of all, you have a decision to make. How poor Jake here dies. Yes, how he dies."

What? Wait.... What did Insane Man want her to do?

The sharp clapping of his hands dragged her back fully to reality, back to the hell that was the here and now.

Lissa, her eyes caught in the steel trap that was his stare, tried to back away.... had she been on her feet this entire time? Why hadn't she run? *why didn't I run???*The question flashed across her mind. Because your chained, to HIM.

"no, no please no" she begged as he closed the distance between them. He grabbed her, pulling her close, restraining her. Lissa's breath caught when he slid his hand beneath her jaw, tightening, holding, but still allowing the barest amount of air to get thru.

He smelled awful to her. Dirty, sweaty, musky. Not like Jake, Jake smelled clean, athletic, sexy. Insane Man did not smell in the least bit sexy.

"I will kill him now, and you get to choose how, see how generous I am? So what will it be, choking to death? Beating him to death? Electricity? A knife to the heart? Slashing his throat? Or some other option you can come up with."

"generous?" she whispered. What did he mean by that?? She seemed to not acknowledge the fact that he admitted he would be raping her. Oh she had heard him, loud and clear. Her mind, confused, terrified, just refused to acknowledge what it deep down knew was going to happen. After all, she did want to loose her virginity this night, and she would be!!!

"generous??" her voice quivered, trying to think of what he was asking her.

His hand cupped her chin, thick fingers slick with Jake's blood, the beating had been a bloody one, leaving red smears on her smooth, pristine skin.

"So what will it be girl?"

"Slashing his throat?" the words came out as a question, not a choice. Just a question!!!!! Her mind refusing to understand or comprehend the horrifying decision that had been left up to her.

Lissa screamed, high pitched, heart rending, the sound piercing the night, before cutting off as she collapsed to the grass, the cool wet grass. She liked the feeling of the cool wet grass.


~^~

<Amy>

A slave to be sold for pleasure.....

Amy focused in on those words, amidst everything that was happening, she focused in on those words.

It was not like she had not heard of this sort of thing. In reality, she had read quite abit about it. Fact was, it was all over the news. Of course there were no "slave stables" in public. Of course not. But the news had clearly stated that underground, this kind of thing was quite prevalent and even rampant. The stories had even gone on to suggest that the Officials at the highest level of government, owned slaves.

Amy had recently read one long, detailed article in a not so mainstream magazine, that detailed the life of an enslaved girl in this day and age. Actually, it detailed the lives of several. There were major differences in how a slave is treated, depending on several factors. Who they were sold to, what they were expected to do, and, well, to be honest, how much they were sold for. The sad truth, this particular article had pointed out, was that a slave sold cheaply, was more often than not, treated poorly. It was not like the Owner would be out that much money. It was like buying a cheap pair of shoes. One didn't care if they got wet and torn. You hadn't paid that much for them.

This particular article told of the lives of a sexual slaves, as well as non-sexual slaves (work slaves). The first fact that was quickly determined was that the majority of slaves were female and sold as sexual slaves. "Go figure" Amy had said to herself at the time, shaking her head. The 2nd fact that was quickly determined was, some sex slaves were "lucky", purchased for the use of one man. In a good number of these "lucky" situations, punishments were minor, or non-existent. Some of the men did not even own a whip or a crop. Punishment would be a spanking, using one's hand, or solitary in one's room. Alot of the time, the article continued, the man fell in love with the slave, the slave with the man, and they lived happily ever after, the end.

Happily ever after did not happen for the "unlucky". Females sold into sexual slavery to not so "nice" men, or groups of men. These girls were used brutally, used often, and punished almost as much as they were fucked. Punishments for these "unlucky" girls entailed being bound, and oft times struck with a bullwhip, cat-o-nine tails, riding crop, switch, cane, or whatever else pleased the Owner. Many times this was done as a form of sexual pleasure for the Owner and his friends. There were stories of parties between several of these types of Owners, which were none to pleasant for the slave.

The article hinted at even worse treatments, punishments, but would not go into detail. It had made Amy shiver, at the time. To think that something like this still went one, and even was tolerated.

A slave to be sold for pleasure.....

Now she was in the middle of it.

"Your body will now be examined, so my good man Derek here estimates your worth, which I assume is quite high since you're a virgin beauty, but nevertheless, an examination is necessary."

"You Bastard" Amy growled, her voice low. If she could have broken free at that moment, of course she could not, but if she could have, she would have ripped Evan's balls off and shoved them down his throat. It was clear from the look of pure hatred in her eyes, that she was thinking of something horrible to do to him.

She was set to her feet, not released in any way, just set to her feet. If she could have, she would have charged right at Evan with the intent, as she had been thinking, to make him swallow his balls. But there was no way she was going to break away from the brute that was holding her, no way in hell.

Swallowing hard, she watched, eyes narrowed, as Evan approached her, the sickest grin on his face. His hands slowly, almost wickedly, slipping the silken straps of her dress from her smooth shoulders. The silk fluttering slowly down, to bare her small, softly curved breasts. Pinkened nipples beginning to emerge in response to the cooler air touching the, caressing them.

Without any fanfare, and with no chance for her to even think of struggling, the silk drifted to the floor at her feet, leaving her with just her lace panties and heels. And she was a vision. Her long deep red hair was still pulled back in the long braid, it falling over her left shoulder. Amy's skin, pale, pristine, with a light dusting of freckles along her face, the very tops of her shoulders, and her chest. Large green eyes and full deep pink lips. Her sister, Lissa had looked alot like a pretty procelin doll, Amy was a much more fresh faced, natural beauty. And this was not lost on Evan, who, licking his lips, proceeded to fully touch, taste, and pleasure himself with her now bared breasts.

"no, NO" she stammered thru gritting teeth as Evan seized a nipple in his mouth, suckling hard. The pink peak responded, arousing, swelling slightly at the attention. Amy's body squirmed in the embrace of the brute, her head falling back slightly as she fought the sensations that were racing thru her, biting almost viciously at her own bottom lip. "Evan" her words were slightly gasping and still full of venom "stop it, Bastard!"

He looked up into her eyes.

"Girl, you've been holding out on me, hiding those delicious breasts from me, that's a crime that deserves punishment, don't it Derek?"

Amy had all but forgotten the other guy in there, so focused she had become on Evan and the brute holding her.

"AHHHHHHH" she could not help but cry out at the pain that shot thru her when Evan bit down, the whole of her form tensing.

"Yes, yes it is, now don't bite that hard, you'll ruin the goods, you asshole. Let me examine her first and put a price."

When he pulled back, her nipple was pulsing and colored an almost angry red, glistening in wetness from his mouth. Amy was gasping, almost panting, she having closed her eyes tightly, desperately trying to fight off the pain, and to fight off the tears that threatened to come. She would get thru this, she told herself, having no real idea what was in store for her. She would get thru this and then happily feed Evan his fucking balls!!! And he was close enough to do just that, as he reached and yanked down her panties, but the Brute had a hold of her legs and there was no satisfaction to be found in kicking him. "Get away from ME!" she spit at Evan, her voice almost vibrating from her anger and fear.

The words had only just ripped past her lips when she was lifted and laid on the large desk. Her heels were slipped off, there went a weapon she could have used, she thought in the back of her mind, leaving her bare assed naked, and splayed on the desk, arms and legs easily secured, arms over her head, legs widely thrust open. Struggling did not good, and only tired her out, so she went completely still, tightly closing her eyes. Her fear showed thru tho, as she chewed at her lower lip, unable to halt the slight quivering of her body.

"ahhhh...sssss" she groaned when she felt hands on her breasts again, kneading her, squeezing. But it was the hand that began gliding along her thigh, and coursely yanking at the soft, red hair that framed her mound, that made her snap open her eyes, another "NO" slipping past her lips, she arching her back slightly as if trying to draw away from the hands that were groping her. Her fingernails digging into the palms of her own hands, pulling in vain at the chains that held her.

"Who on earth would buy a slave with this forest? You gotta shave her Bob!"

"There is no need. The buyer I have in mind would most likely want to shave her himself."

The.............................. Buyer?????????

Amy went completely still and cold, for the moment oblivious to Evan still mauling her breasts as he spoke. She actually did not even move when Derek roughly opened her cunt lips with his thick, dirty fingers, her mind still reeling. BUYER?????????????

"Ever been fucked before slave? In your pussy, ass or mouth?"

"I, am NOT a slave" she growled, each word coming out with a low breath, spitting, and completely refusing to answer the question. Of course she was a virgin, she had told Evan that not a week ago, during a rather long conversation they had while picnicing on the town common. Her thoughts went back to that day, the sun shining, warm, a late afternoon picnic with wine and fried chicken. Evan had been so sweet and so attentive, the perfect gentleman.
He even had brought her flowers, her favorites, daisys and tulips. He had even told her that tulips reminded him of her lips, soft, smooth, lightly moist, and so pretty. Amy had actually blushed at that. And she actually blushed again, right now, at the memory, and the question, despite her growling answer to Derek. That reddening of her cheeks told them both what they needed to know.

"Get her ready and send her to the show room. We have a round of buyers now who would definitely like to take a look at this gorgeous little girl."

The door slammed shut and Amy finally breathed, really breathed, a deep, deep breath. "Ohhhh God" she whispered to herself, almost bursting into tears at that very moment. She was terrified, absolutely terrified! But that was not going to help her and she knew that. "calm down Amy" she coaxed herself, "Calm down"

A shadow, a very large shadow, loomed over her. It was the Brute.
"I will now untie you and take you to the preparation room. You have two choices; you will be a good girl and cooperate and in turn I will try my best not to hurt you and will even make your first bondage position a little comfortable and less revealing. Or, you will not be a good girl, but you will still be prepared and restrained, only I will hurt you, and will put you in a very exposing and painful position, your call."

His touch was actually gentle, large fingers resting beneath her chin. He did not poke, or tighten. Amy's eyes met his, and she saw a slight glimmer of compassion. He did not oogle her, or leer at her, even tho she was completely exposed to him. And he made no move at all to touch her in any way. If Amy had been a more experienced submissive or slave, she would have wondered why. Maybe there was surviellence. Maybe he was gay. Maybe he had his own slave. Maybe he just was in this for a paycheck and had a family at home. Amy didn't wonder why, not yet. She was not used to the world of men and slavery. To her, the Brute was just a man, and most men did not oogle, grope, leer, rape. She put the Brute into that category, of most men. Except, he was not "most men" he was the enforcer at a slave stable. But again, Amy had not thought ahead that far.

Instead she would try to reason with him.

"Just, just let me go" she quietly implored. "please" There was no running, there was no escape at that moment, she was trapped, bound, and helpless. Her best and only option was to try and elicit his help. Beg for his help.

"please, " she again whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, she was near panic now.

What was his name? She did not know his name. If they had said it, she could not for the life of her remember.

"I won't turn you in" she offered

"just let me slip out the door, and I will never say anything to anybody, I promise" of course that was a lie. If she got out, she would be bringing the Army back with her to rip this place apart.

Amy slowly swallowed. Her mind was reeling, working, trying to think of what to do, a way out, and it was coming up empty. The only thing that made sense right now was to cooperate, until she could find a way to break free.
There had to be a way! Those slaves in the article she read, they had gotten free, hadn't they?

"I" her voice wavered, she struggling to gain control of it "I will cooperate" she softly whispered. If he had not been standing right over her, he probably would not have heard her.

She then went quiet, her mind thinking, working, planning, and trying not to completely melt down.

 

[Se7en_]

"Just, just let me go, please, please." Bob listened to the poor girl trying to win her freedom by begging him and giving him those looks. He just shook his head and sighed hoping she would change her mind and decide to be a good girl. Her tricks wouldn't help her, not with him. He's been doing this for over ten years and girls had begged and pleaded with him more often than he can count. Thus, the effect of begging on him was more or less non-existent after all those years. Still, something was different in this one, she seemed more pure, more innocent than any of the other girls, and he had to be honest with himself, every time one of those girls had begged him, he couldn't resist but feel some sympathy towards them. However, no girl ever escaped under his watch, and this lovely little redhead wasn't going to put a black dot on his otherwise white record.

"I won't turn you in, just let me slip out the door, and I will never say anything to anybody, I promise." He was about to get violent with her when she said that. That was a new one 'I won't turn you in,' he had heard that before but in different wording, always accompanied by that promise or swearing on her father or mother's name not to tell anyone. A clear lie if there was ever one.

Before he could cut that train of thought and begin using force to subdue her and make her cooperate whether she liked it or not, she changed her mind and announced "I, I will cooperate."

'Finally,' He thought to himself as she mouthed the words he so wanted to hear. He almost breathed a sigh of relief but held it back, not wanting to show any weakness; he had to stay intimidating. Handling those young girls and forcing them into slavery was bad as it is without having to resort to violence. This made every girl that decided to cooperate with him a Godsend. It seemed they mostly cooperated due to his massive size clearly telling them that they couldn't handle him. Heck, most of them couldn't handle a man half his size.

He gently patted her cheek, "Good girl, you will not regret this choice." Bob said as he quickly and efficiently removed her restraints. She was again free on the large cold table, but he wasn't really going to stare at her all day. His large hands moved almost automatically to seize her slender waist. The fingers from one large hand almost touching the fingers of the other. He lifted her up as if she were a small doll and threw her over his strong shoulder. He had done this more times than he could count. He knew this wasn't as comfortable as cradling a girl in his arms, but it wasn't appropriate given the situation, so he found that throwing a girl over his broad shoulders is easier than dragging her around behind him or lifting her by grabbing her neck and forcing her feet off of the ground.

Draping the small girl over his shoulder, one hand moved to rest on the back of her thighs and the other moved up to rest on her lower back to steady her and keep her from falling or struggling. He always tried to avoid touching the slaves sexually to avoid exciting them and more importantly himself. He had damaged and hurt way too many girls with his overly large body and manhood.

He carried the delicate maiden out of the room and back into the hallway. Their short walk eventually got them to the 'Prep Rooms'. That's what the sign said, simply 'Prep Rooms' as if it were a Hospital.

Inside, there were several rooms to choose from, including one larger room, with several bathing pools, a row of showers. Then there were the more private rooms for slave preparation. Inside these, a bathing pool, and all needed for thoroughly cleaning a girl, as well as chains, cuffs, collars, and various toys and discipline devices, for that perhaps unruly slave girl.

A young blonde was suspended from the ceiling, chains dug into her wrists and ankles putting her in an upside down position. Another of the enforcers, not nearly as large as Bob, but still a big guy had his cock shoved deep in the girl's throat while he cleaned her pussy roughly with washcloth. She was moaning and screaming behind the fleshy gag, but found no mercy.

Bob patted Amy's thigh gently, "This is what happens when a girl isn't obedient, hurts a client, refuses an order or doesn't want to be cleaned as it seems to be the case of this girl. I am sure you want to be cleaned differently?"

It was a rhetorical question as Bob stopped long enough for her to watch what was happening in hopes of keeping her docile with him. After having her watch the cruelty unfolding before her eyes for a good long minute, he continued on to one of the private rooms to minimize her humiliation; she would be getting tons of that later.

As soon as they got in, Bob put Amy back on her feet and locked the door behind him. His hand gripped her slender neck and tightened just a small bit. The grip wasn’t strong enough to be painful, but it wasn’t weak enough to be gentle either. He looked down into her eyes "I hope you meant it and you will behave."

Without another word or waiting for her reply, Bob let go of her neck and took her hand instead. He guided her into the center of the room where there was a circular washing pool filled with warm water. It was a beautiful tub, the only things marring that beauty were cuffs and chains hanging all over its edge and over the tub. Even the bottom of the tub had some well-hidden cuffs to ensure that there are more than enough cuffs and chains to keep one or more slaves completely secure while they are being washed and prepared.

The walls were also dotted with chains and cuffs of various shapes, spaced randomly and at various heights to allow for a variety of bondage positions with the help of the chains dangling from the ceiling. A corner of the room had a small cupboard filled with a small sampling of whips and canes, cuffs and chains, dildos and plugs, not to mention collars. The room was equipped with all that was needed to keep a slave strictly under control.

Bob guided the girl to a stone pedestal close to the tub. His hands took her waist again and he lifted her up easily to sit on the cold pedestal. Her bare feet were a few inches over the ground. Just like anything else in this room and in this place for that matter; it was filled with an assortment of cuffs to secure a girl tightly and keep her where she is wanted.

Having the girl on the pedestal, Bob moved to get measuring tape. He took one of her small hands and extended her arm in front of her. He took the size of her wrist and her upper arm right above her elbow.

After that, he took hold of both wrists, pulling them behind her neck. Her arms extended to the side like wings. "What's your name kid?" Bob asked in his deep strong tone as his large hands held her arms in place. Nodding as he got the answer, he took Amy's chin in his fingers again "Don't move your arms from that position for any reason, if you do, I will hurt you and then restrain you to this pedestal and still get my job done. It's your choice."

It was again a rhetorical point as he proceeded to take more measurements of her body, her neck, breasts, waist, hips, thighs and ankles. His hands had touched some rather sensitive parts of her body, the measuring tape clinging to her curves and limbs as he scribbled down the notes of her measurements without talking to her.

When he was done, Bob moved to the tub and made sure all the supplies for cleaning were there before looking over his shoulder at Amy. "Come here Amy. Get in the tub and stretch your arms up to the waiting cuffs and chain above the water. It is not allowed for us to wash a girl without restraining her. Since you were good, I will use minimum restraints and try to keep you as comfortable as possible considering your situation." He didn't want to force her to come over. Also, he wanted to see whether she will actually be obedient as she promised or not.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Good girl, you will not regret this choice."

Then he patted her cheek. PATTED HER CHEEK, as if she were a youngster and perhaps he were her big brother. Patted her cheek like a coach would an athlete who had done well. Patted her cheek as if a father were comforting or praising his child.

He was not doing any of that. Was he?

As she was draped over the Behemoth's shoulder, the thought occurred to Amy.... Was he just a normal human being, doing a job? If so, how could he be so, deaf, to her pleas? Did he have a wife? A child? A daughter? What if his wife or daughter were slung over a big man's shoulder, just as she was, about to be "cleansed" and sold into slavery? Could she use that to her advantage?

These thoughts actually distracted Amy as she was carried from the room she was in, to an area deemed the "Prep Rooms".

Then, all thoughts went blank as her large eyes widened to take in what she suddenly was seeing before her. Blinking, she had to stifle the audible gasp that came to her lips when she saw the blonde girl, inverted, suspended, another very large guy, "but not as large as mine" the strange thought surprised her, this other very large guy, was thrusting his thick, engorged cock, into and out of the girl's mouth. Amy's gaze met the girl's just for a moment. The girl's eyes were red, wet, she was obviously crying, the sounds were a haunting variation of sobbing, groaning, and begging. The cock muffling all those sounds, as it rammed into her throat again and again. If she could have helped her, Amy would have. If she could have. But she was as helpless as that little blonde, just not being raped as she was.

The Behemoth, obviously feeling Amy's body tense in that moment, paused, allowing her to take in what was happening in front of her. Time, for Amy, and surely for that poor girl, slowed to a crawl. It was almost obscene to Amy, that large cock pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, the shaft gleaming wet from the girl's mouth and lips.

"I'm so sorry" Amy mouthed to the girl. "I'm so very sorry" she felt tears welling in her own eyes. That girl, that girl reminded her of Lissa. Any girl younger than her tended to remind Amy of Lissa. That girl, she had a family, someone who loved her, someone who missed her, someone who was looking for her.

She held her breath, trying to stop the tears that suddenly filled her own eyes. She, had no one. No one to miss her. No one to look for her. Not even her father. His only interest was booze and memories of Lissa.

"This is what happens when a girl isn't obedient, hurts a client, refuses an order or doesn't want to be cleaned as it seems to be the case of this girl. I am sure you want to be cleaned differently?"

His voice made her shiver just slightly. It broke thru the tears and emotions she was feeling, until she was back into the reality of what was happening to her.

"I, I do not want to go thru that, please" she quietly stated, almost bursting into tears again.

"Get ahold of yourself, Amy" an inner voice crooned. "Calm down and just roll with it, until you can run. Until you can get away" the words gave her some comfort. She was not dead yet, so that, in and of itself, was a plus. She just needed to see where this was headed, and if she could effectively get away, at some point. Altho, deep inside, a chill was forming. There was no way out. There would be no way out. She was trapped, caught. That chill, those thoughts, threatened to spread.

Just as that chill snaked from the very mid of her belly, a serpentine caress of near ice, she was set on her feet again. For a moment, Amy almost went down. That chill weakened her, and it took her a moment to gather her strength again and try and cage that icey sensation.

"I hope you meant it and you will behave."

"Of course" she turned to look at him, as his hand tightened about her throat. He released his grip, reaching down and taking her hand, again as a parent would cradle the hand of a child.

She did not struggle when he lifted her to the stone pedastal. The room was rather ornate, with it's large, and really quite unique, bathing pool, the stone steps that descended within and pedastal she now sat, naked, upon. But it was not lost her on, the various chains, cuffs, and other implements that adorned the room. In her eyes, it quickly went from a rather pretty bathing room, to a torture room. This place was not meant for pleasure, not meant for enjoyment, at least not for one like her. This place was meant for binding, for pain, for punishment, for rape, for torture, for enslavement. The words, one at a time, scrolled across Amy's mind, and again, that cold touch from deep inside began to snake it's way thru her, slowly crawling, devouring any warmth she had.

So lost was Amy in those horrifying thoughts, that the fact that the Behemoth was measuring her, took her by surprise.

"What's your name kid?"

Name? Had he just asked her name? Maybe that was a way of getting him to see her as a PERSON and not just some, thing, some animal, some possession, to be bathed, prepped and .................... sold.

"Amy" her voice did not waver. "Amy Elizabeth Drakeson" Just saying her name made her feel a little better, just a little.

"Would you tell me your name?"

It was if they were having coffee together at the local cafe. Perhaps having just met, never mind that she was naked, her hands behind her neck, looking like some crazy, red-headed doo-doo bird. And the small fact that, even tho she was hiding it well, she was terrified.

"Don't move your arms from that position for any reason, if you do, I will hurt you and then restrain you to this pedestal and still get my job done. It's your choice."

He was still taking a variety of measurements. Amy knew better at this point than to struggle, question, of fight what he was doing, so she just let him do as he wished. He was not hurting her, or even sexually touching her. Just taking ...................... measurements.

He was silent for a bit, allowing Amy to get lost in her thoughts, and heaven knows, she was having plenty of those.

One thought suddenly flicked across her mind.................. where the hell was Evan??

"Come here Amy. Get in the tub and stretch your arms up to the waiting cuffs and chain above the water. It is not allowed for us to wash a girl without restraining her. Since you were good, I will use minimum restraints and try to keep you as comfortable as possible considering your situation."

Amy blinked, for half a second, thinking it was Evan talking to her. But it wasn't, it was Bob, Bob the Behemoth. Wait a minute, was that his name?? Bob? Had he told her his name? Or did she just remember from hearing it earlier?? Did it matter?

"Bob" she quietly said as she approached him, glancing up at the restraints. Her long mane of red, so nicely prim and proper in the long braid, was beginning to come loose, the twists loosening, long crimson tendrils sneaking free to lightly frame her freckled dotted face.

"Bob, tell me something" her head canted to the side just slightly as she stepped into place. Running, fighting, screaming, was not going to get her out of here, maybe, again, she could reason with him, get him to see her as a victim, that needed help. Maybe to see her as his wife, girlfriend, daughter!!!

"tell me, does your wife know what you do for a living? Does your girlfriend? how about a daughter? Bob, I'm somebody's daughter Bob, what if I were your daughter?? Would you want someone, anyone, to help her?"

Amy didn't want to lift her arms into those cuffs, and she was having quite a hard time keeping her voice steady and not letting her fear, her terror, come thru.

"please Bob, help me"

She stood there, trembling.

From somewhere above, another song begin to play. Loud and raucous up in the main dining room, down here it was muffled, but the words and tune could still be easily discerned....

Welcome to the jungle, we got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want, honey we know the names
We are the people that you find, whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your kn-kn-knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl whose very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get them for free

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here everyday
You learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want but you better not take it from me

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your kn-kn-knees, knees
I'm gonna watch you bleed

And when you're high you never
Ever want to come down
So down, sucked down, so down, yeah

You know where you are, you're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your kn-kn-knees, knees

In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my, my serpentine
Jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your kn-kn-knees, knees

Down in the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees....

 

[Se7en_]

"Amy, Amy Elizabeth Drakeson," That was the name Bob got as he asked for it. It was a beautiful name, he thought to himself as he proceeded with taking her measurements.

"Would you tell me your name?"

That surely caught the large man by surprise. Usually, the girls didn't really care about that even though he asked every single one, what was her name; Amanda, Rebecca, Monica, Nina, Emily, Lisa, Mary, Linda and so much more, all young girls, all beautiful, most virgins and he had helped send all of them into slavery. He looked down at that thought, a small pain appearing in his chest as a result.

Some of those girls were reported dead weeks or months later, others weren't so lucky, some others were relatively 'lucky' and a few others were indeed lucky, actually being bought by very nice men, falling in love with them and their owner falling in love with them as well. Living a happy life after that. Some of them finding their inner submissive and embracing it, entering a new life willingly and happily, even if forced or reluctant at first.

"Bob, Bob, tell me something," Amy's soft voice pulled Bob out of a state of daydreaming and sadness as he remembered the many slave girls that he bathed and measured in this very room. He looked at her, his emotions well-hidden deep inside, well behind his stern strict eyes and emotionless expression.

"Tell me, does your wife know what you do for a living? Does your girlfriend? how about a daughter? Bob, I'm somebody's daughter Bob, what if I were your daughter?? Would you want someone, anyone, to help her?"

Bob took a deep breath and looked at the ground and away from her to the right. All to avoid the building rage within him as she had hit a rather sensitive cord. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and noticed she was in the tub, but not raising her hands for the cuffs to claim, not obeying him and not living up to her promise. This enraged him even more, and it was getting harder to maintain self-control with every second and every word uttered by the angel in front of him.

"Please Bob, help me." That was the final straw, breaking any lingering resistance, killing any sympathy Bob had for her, or was it igniting that sympathy? Either way, he looked at her with a very different expression, his eyes almost red, his face taking on a shade of angry red as well as he lifted his arm up high and then brought his huge fist crashing against the pedestal she was sitting on mere moments ago. The blow cracked the the heavy smooth marble, almost shattering under his massive strength if it wasn't for its large thickness.

Having vented a good amount of his rage into that pedestal, he walked to her, one hand grabbed her neck and the other wrapped around her wrists. The combination of his hands raising her to stand on the tips of her toes in the large tub. He glared at her "Why did you have to do this Amy? Now I am fucking pissed!"

Holding her wrists painfully still, he reached up and grabbed the chain and cuffs linked to them, wrapping the soft leather cuffs around her wrists, tightening them up more than it was needed needed, then moving to the wall to click a button. The slack in the leash disappeared quickly, and he kept his eyes fixed on her toes. When they were about to leave the ground, he stopped the chain. Without adding another word, he left her straining in the tub, teetering on tip toes.

He then went to the corner of the room and returned with a large red ball gag. One large hand grabbed Amy's chin, fingers digging into her cheek to force her lips open to accept the ball gag being thrust into her mouth, pushed behind her teeth and the straps secured around her head.

A few minutes later, he came back into the bathroom, only he was no longer alone. His large hand was tightly gripping the hair of a tiny blonde woman, dragging her inside the bathroom. His other hand grabbed the small woman's throat and the other took Amy's chin forcing her to look at the shivering small woman.

"This is my wife, my slave, my slave wife actually. Does she know what I do here? Does she know what I do for a living? I don't know, let's ask the little slut!"

He directed his anger at his wife, slapping her cheek with his large hand causing her to cry in pain "Do you know what I do here slut?"

The woman swallowed hard and nodded fervently even before he finished his question before stuttering and whimpering, "Yes, yes Master, I do."

Hearing her reply, he pushed her back and away from Amy, "Alright, fuck off slave, get back to your work."

Without adding a word, the small blonde scampered outside glad that this was all. Bob's eyes met Amy's again, not nearly as angry now, but still not as calm as before. "This is my life Amy, do not insult me by asking for help, or I swear I will beat you to death right here right now, and just pay your price to Derek from my salary. Do NOT make me do that Amy!!!"

Bob didn't know how he managed to say those words, he knew he couldn't and wouldn't hurt her, but having her too scared to talk would be better than hearing her begging and pleading again. She had a much stronger effect on him than most other girls ever did, and he wouldn't be able to handle her begging much longer.

Leaving that behind him, he approached Amy. Without adding another word, he grabbed the shower head and some washing cloth and began to wash her body. Bob made sure the soft wash cloth glided over every inch of her silky young body, focusing on her neck, breasts and sex. Not for perverted reasons, but more as part of the washing process in that place.

He had not uttered a single word while washing her, but he was more than gentle enough during it, seemingly blocking out Amy's face and words and just focusing on her body below the neck, making it as clean as they get. She was definitely clean though, clearly a shower was taken before leaving, but he had to wash the traces of the table and Evan and Derek's hands from her perfect little body.

As he was done, he released the cuffs around her wrists, pulled her out of the tub by a strong grip on her waist. He then led her to the weighing scale, as she got to them, his hands once again took her waist and picked her up to sit her small feet on the scales. He looked down between her feet to read her weight, also scribbling it down with the rest of the notes. Next, her height was taken as well before she was again led to the pedestal and lifted to sit on it once more. Only now it was cracked a little from the strong punch earlier.

He was in a hurry to get rid of her, anxious to get this troublesome little girl out of his sight and hopefully his mind as well before he did something he would surely regret. Acting on that, he quickly moved to the cupboard to get some stuff to dress and restrain her. He looked over his shoulders and glared at her threateningly "Don't you dare move Amy." He knew she was probably too scared to move after his outbreak, but he had to be sure.

Coming back quickly with the needed equipment, first he pulled her hands up high over her head and helped her put on a light green babydoll nightgown. It was too short, almost transparent allowing her perky nipples to show as tiny shades of pink behind the think silky material. The gown was also barely covering her ass, but it was surely better than being naked.

He had lived up to his promise and gave her some covering, some modesty. No underwear though, of course. After that, a soft leather collar was wrapped around her neck. Leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists.

Finally, the metal rings on the wrist cuffs were attached to the back ring on her collar forcing her to keep her arms up with her hands attached to the back of her neck. He then discarded the clamps, large butt plug and additional cuffs, deciding she was suffering enough without them. Instead, he will be cuffing her in place in the show room.

Quickly, his hands claimed her waist again and threw her over his broad shoulder, carrying her to the show room where she would be shown off and sold. The walk to the show room was short, he hadn't said a single word to Amy during that time. He was hoping she would be sold that day so he wouldn't have to deal with her again.

Entering the room, there were six other girls inside, each restrained differently. The one in the middle of the room. A blonde model was naked, gagged and blindfolded. She was spread on a large wooden table in the middle of the room. Her data was showing on a monitor over her head including; height, weight, virginity status, training status such as broken, trained, unbroken untrained and so on. The screen also showed the asking price. The price for the blonde bombshell was ridiculous at ten million, but apparently the girl was a model and not easily kidnapped. Her kind was rare in the underground world of slavery. Her bodyguards were viscously killed by none other than Dale himself before he was captured and jailed.

The other five girls were all beautiful, all virgin as well with their data and stats displayed on screens over their heads. One were restrained on her back, another on her belly, another sitting and another two standing. The only thing common between them was that they were all naked, all gagged and all spread wide showing off their virgin treasures. Next to each of them was an assortment of clamps, whips and crops just in case a potential buyer wanted to test pain tolerance of his future purchase. This hall was of course an elite hall and there was a hefty entry fee, so only serious buyers or people with a lot of money to spare entered. This was to avoid unnecessary tampering with the goods which was a common occurance where non-virgins were displayed.

Bob took Amy to one of the free bondage spots in the hall. It was an elevated pedestal, similar to the one in the bathroom, only this one was wider and had a single array of cuffs allowing only one position which is why it was rarely used as it didn't allow enough exposing of the girl in question. A chain dangling from the ceiling was attached to the back of her collar making her hands even more uncomfortable in the tight confines of the cuffs. He then pulled her legs wide apart. Her feet, which were at least a foot above ground were claimed by cuffs built in the stone pedestal. This allowed her to close her legs a little bit offering her a semblance of control and modesty.

Finally, he started filling in her data, height, weight, breast size, waist, hips, virgin all holes, not trained and not broken. The price slot was left empty.

Bob smiled at her and patted her cheek. "Good luck kid, any more clothing or less restrictive bondage for you and I would lose my job." He patted her cheek again and smiled at her once more, waving goodbye.

A few minutes later, the buyers started entering. Most of them were rather interested in the super model splayed on the table in the middle of the room. Still, none of the other girls, including Amy, escaped random gropes, leers, comments and touches to sensitive places on their tender young bodies.

Another fifteen minutes into the show and a familiar faced showed up. Dale was standing on the doorstep, a sinister grin on his lips as his eyes scanned the faces, finally finding Amy's angelic one.

He walked with long strides towards her, maintaining eye contact, not even caring to throw a look at any of the other women, including the model.

Finally, he stood right in front of her. He looked at the ceiling, raised his arms in the air, and growled audibly, the shuddering of his body visible to everyone as memories came crashing into his mind.

~^~​

"Slashing his throat?" Lissa whispered, more like a question than her decision.

Dale's eyes lit, an insane look shot towards Lissa as he laughed loud "Slashing his throat is it? An excellent choice my dear, an excellent choice indeed, I knew you were smart and mean." He glared at Jake, still bleeding and completely beat up "See boy, your girl is really something, or wait she isn't your girl anymore, she's MINE now fucker, go figure"

With those words another punch was directed at Jake, and another insane laugh left his lips. This time the punch crashed against his stomach as he was trapped with a collar holding his neck to that column in the garage of that abandoned factory, so abandoned that grass was growing all over the place.

Dale's hand went to work quickly, releasing Lissa from the chain and pushing her roughly to stand before Jake. A rough thick noose was wrapped around her neck and before she could do or say anything about it, a weight fell from the other end forcing her up, hanging her by the neck.

Dale backed off as if in fear "Oh man, her neck, its about to snap I suggest you grip her waist tight to support her weight boy."

Jake was taken by surprise at the sudden motion and development. All but reinforcing his fears that there was no leaving this place alive. He still tried though, his arms shot to grab his girl's waist so the noose doesn't kill her trying to buy some time and hoping someone shows up to help them or the insane man suddenly meets sanity and stops this madness.

Chuckling at that action, Dale unzipped his pants and walked behind the hanging girl, his hand moved to lift her dress up and his twitching hard shaft stood at the ready perched at the entrance of her virgin young pussy. His hand went between Lissa's legs to stroke her almost gently, getting her just a tiny bit wet was the plan, just so he could enter her easily. Her comfort wasn't an issue but his comfort was. Apparently she was already wet enough from her playing with Jake earlier. Dale shook his head and gave a strong thrust with his strong hips, impaling her on his thick long member. Lissa's cherry was popped, her virginity history and her pain so very real as her blood was mixed with her earlier arousal.

Dale was in a hurry, his hips moved in a frenzied pace, fucking her like there was no tomorrow, hips pumping in and out of her tight virgin love hole. He was groaning loudly as he raped her without mercy. His thick steel member spearing in and out of her helpless body.

Moments later, his orgasm was building, he was holding it ever since he laid eyes on the other sister, Amy, earlier that night. His cock was buried deep inside Lissa's satin sheathe and his thoughts were on the redhead beauty.

Soon, he exploded in Elissa's body, emptying his double barrels down her womb, coating her love canal with his seed whether she liked it or not. Crushing her dreams of losing her virginity to a gentleman who would make it a memorable experience. He chuckled in between his groans, grunts and moans as he realized this WAS indeed a memorable experience as well.

As he shot inside her. Jake was still holding on to his girl's waist for dear life, unable to let go of her to stop Dale from raping her, the collar around her neck not allowing much movement, not to mention the earlier beating left him weaker. The look of hate and frustration was clear on his expression as he grunted with the effort of supporting the young girl's weight.

Dale withdrew from Elissa's tight canal, a smug expression colored his face as he basked in the helplessness of both his captives. A knife was passed to Elissa, certainly not strong enough to cut the rope, but more than enough to slit a throat. His strong hands immediately grabbed Jake's arms pulling them away from Lissa's waist leaving her to hang with a knife in her hand.

"Slit his throat girl or I leave you like this till you die, you will be sentenced to death and hanged for your actions little one, so repent and slit his throat, and salvation might embrace you."

His voice was calm and low, serious and menacing. He said it as if he was ordering food or chatting with a friend, no change in expression or tone as he awaited Lissa's reaction to it.

~^~​

"AAAAAAAAAAH" Dale screamed in the middle of the hall as he remembered the events of that day. He looked down at the ground trying to catch his breath. His breathing was loud and erratic as if he had just ran a marathon. He then licked his lips and tilted his head up slowly, eyes closed. When his face was level with Amy's, he opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were wide, filled with malicious sinister intents, pure insanity. His grin was wide, from ear to ear, sharp white teeth appearing clearly through the open-mouth smile.

He leaned down at the little girl, one hand grabbed her throat and cut her air supply without a second thought and the other slipped between her legs and cupped her virgin pussy "Finally, you're mine, the second virgin Drakeson girl I will be fucking, relieving her from her cherry and forcing her to live for my pleasure. You're mine Amy, MINE!!!!"

His voice was deep and low, more like a primal animalistic growl as he sneered into her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck and shoulders.

Dale was having trouble keeping calm as his hands tightened around the girl, one hand forcing the air out of her lungs and the other holding her pussy painfully. Suddenly, he tore himself away from her and looked to the left and then right, spotting a wide eyed brunette next to him. She was standing naked and spread in an uncomfortable position.

Moving behind the brunette, he undid the zipper on his pants and quickly thrust into her virgin pussy causing her to scream in pain behind the gag. One man quickly rushed him and tried to pull him off, to no avail. He was quickly pummeling the screaming girl's helpless body without mercy.

The man was then sent off by Evan and Derek entering the room. "How many virgins is this asshole friend of yours is going to open?" Derek grumbled as Dale mercilessly fucked another of his premium virgins once again after losing control.

"Oh shut up, he pays for everyone he opens, besides he kidnaps most of your slaves, including this one and that ten million super model, so drop it Derek, you'll be a small slave shop without him." Evan replied as they watched Dale ejaculate in the poor girl's body before he looked at Derek speaking in a low exhausted voice from the rough fucking and strong orgasm as he tried to catch his breath again.

"Hey fuck face, send this one to the prison, but tell that fucking warden to try and have this little girl stay alive more than two weeks there. Something like let the big black brutes fuck her later, or not at all. Or maybe have them learn some gentleness?" Looking up, Dale reconsidered and he grinned wickedly "Oh screw that, watching them being fucked by those brutes is half the fun."

He then walked back to Amy and growled in her ear with a hand on her throat "You're mine pet. Forever!!!"

 

[RainingHeat]

~Amy~

She hit a nerve. That was more than obvious. Bob, Bob the Behemoth, went from a somewhat gentle giant, to a raging bull of a man in mere seconds. That nerve was raw, very very raw!

Amy shuddered as he slammed his fist into the marble pedestal. The sound reverberated thru the room and the pedestal, which didn't stand a chance in hell against this man's anger, rage, or was it something else, guilt maybe? But the pedestal didn't stand a chance, cracking and nearly splintering from the sheer strength and force of his fist. Amy's eyes widened when he turned his angry crimson laced eyes to her, his face as red as coals on fire.

Oh yeah, she hit a nerve alright. He was PISSED that she has pushed as she had. And she would have kept on pushing. Anger breeds errors, mistakes, and error or mistake just may allow her to escape. The more nerves she hit, the more likely a mistake would be made.

"Maybe he'll make a mistake in his anger! Maybe I can goad him into a mistake" her thoughts slowly scrawled across her mind. "Anger clouds judgement, remember that Amy, anger clouds judgement" That could work to her advantage, but then again, it could also work against her. That, would be a very bad thing, indeed.

But, it was Amy who made the mistake, unfortunately. So lost in her thoughts for those couple of minutes, her only opportunity to goad Bob, and hopefully cause that mistake she so desperately needed, passed, and passed quickly.

His eyes still on fire with his anger, and stress, Amy swore she saw stress in his gaze, Bob grabbed her wrists. For a moment Amy thought he was going to vent that anger she had stirred in him on her. He could have easily, without thought, crushed both her wrists, hell he could easily wrap that large ham like hand about her throat and crush her windpipe, and infact, she thought he was going to, as his other hand did indeed take her by he throat, tightening.

"noooo Bob" her voice was cut off as he lifted her to her tip toes, fingers restricting her air, a sudden wave of pure fear, fear that he was going to kill her for pushing, that he was going to just snap her neck like so much kindling, and leave her dead in a pile on the floor. Please, not that, please, the begging thoughts flashed in her mind, please Bob, don't kill me.


This was not what she was trying to accomplish when she pushed him. Not at all. She didn't just hit a nerve, she realized, she poked it with a scalding hot cattle prod, that was what she did, which had awakened the monster inside Bob, instead of illiciting the compassion she needed.

"Why did you have to do this Amy? Now I am fucking pissed!"

Would she have apologized? Should she? Perhaps yes, if she could speak. But that small option had just been taken from her. Bob was not going to kill her, he was restraining her, and he gagged her.

The ball gag was repulsive. He so easily forced her lips open wide, and shoved the disgusting thing in. Amy bit down, trying to fight the gag, but of course it was a loosing battle from the start. The gag snugly in place, the only sounds she could make now were low groans and the occasional mewling sound. Her jaw already began to ache, and for a moment, Amy lifted her eyes to Bob, and began to cry. Her emotions getting the best of her. Maybe he would think she was tying to gain more sympathy. Maybe not. But Bob took no notice of her tears, or at least did not show her that he did.

Raised to her tip toes, he left her there.

Where was he going? Why was he leaving her? What was happening? Amy's fear took hold, between the gag and the tears. Her face flushing, her body beginning to quiver.

But he was back in a moment, behind him he was dragging a petite blonde woman. She was naked, trembling. She would have been quite pretty, Amy thought, actually very pretty, if she was not so terrified. The fear and shame she felt was written all over her face, and especially in her eyes.

"her eyes are dead" Amy thought for a moment.

He wrapped his large hand about the poor woman's throat, just as he had Amy's earlier, the other took Amy's chin forcing her to look at the shivering small woman.

"This is my wife, my slave, my slave wife actually. Does she know what I do here? Does she know what I do for a living? I don't know, let's ask the little slut!"

Not only were the woman's eyes dead, her soul was dead, Amy thought as she gazed into those dim orbs. Where Amy's eyes had the spark of life, glittering, focused, the blonde woman's had none, at all. Just dim darkness. Amy felt bad for her. How long had she been here? How long had she been with Bob? How long had she belonged to him?

The sound of flesh on flesh, that smacking sound, drew Amy out of her thoughts. Bob had viciously struck the blonde, her cry echoing in the room "Do you know what I do here slut?"

The woman swallowed hard and nodded fervently even before he finished his question before stuttering and whimpering, "Yes, yes Master, I do."

Hearing her reply, he pushed her back and away from Amy, "Alright, fuck off slave, get back to your work."

The blonde visibly cringed when he said that, and Amy felt bad for the woman. She was clearly older than Amy, probably in her mid to late 20's, and again, would have been quite the stunner, if given the chance. But instead, she was a trembling, terrified, shell of a person, who went quickly scuttering out of the room. She turned for a moment and looked back at Amy, and what Amy saw was relief in the woman's demeanor. It was obvious from that look that Bob, the Behemoth, was not the gentle giant Amy had thought, did not have the compassion she had hoped to use to get free. She could only imagine what kind of hell, horror, he put her thru on a nightly basis.

"This is my life Amy, do not insult me by asking for help, or I swear I will beat you to death right here right now, and just pay your price to Derek from my salary. Do NOT make me do that Amy!!!"

Amy realized at that moment, was she in store for the same hell, the same horror?

She could not answer Bob, save for a soft whimper, but she was complacent as he went to work cleansing her. Surprisingly, his touch was quite gentle. She had managed to stop the tears for the time being, and Bob's soft touch relaxed her. It did not alleviate the fear she felt and she suddenly wished she had not pushed Bob so hard. If she were not gagged, she would be able to at least ask what was going to really happen to her.

Oh she had read the article. It had detailed the entire process, from the slave girl's point of view. Amy, at the time had doubted what she was reading. Surely it was enhanced to make it more dramatic, for selling more magazines of course. But the words now came back to haunt her. Bathing, preparing, binding, stable, slaves chained, open for viewing, for touching, for sampling, various instruments available for testing on a perspective purchase, collars, whips, leather, naked, men, so many men, crying, begging, screaming, money exchanging hands.

All color left Amy's cheeks. She felt a cold grip in the center of her belly.

It almost seemed as if all life drained from Amy for a bit. The thoughts that now haunted her had certainly dimmed her spark.. she felt it and she was sure Bob probably did too. But he did not let her know that he had. She had no conception of how long he took bathing her and prepping her. She did as he wished, stood when he told her, and did not put up any kind of fight. She was drained, emotionally drained.

She sensed that he was in a hurry to get rid of her, anxious to get her out of his sight. Again, she knew she had hit a nerve when she had begged him for help, despite his violent reaction. In fact, that reaction, as extreme as it was, cemented it for her.

"Don't you dare move Amy."

He looked over his shoulder and glared at her threateningly as he quickly moved to the cupboard to get some stuff to dress and restrain her. Coming back with the needed equipment, first he pulled her hands up high over her head and helped her put on a light green babydoll nightgown. It was too short, almost transparent allowing her perky nipples to show as tiny shades of pink behind the think silky material. The gown was also barely covering her ass, but it was surely better than being naked.

The silken material felt almost luxurious to Amy. The softness washed over her skin, which had gone pale in her fear. The more she thought about what was happening, what was going to happen, the more that fear grew in her belly, the chill spreading. She felt the tears threatening again, but managed to keep them at bay.

Bob had lived up to his promise and gave her some covering, some modesty. But very little. Panties were obviously not allowed. The thought froze Amy to the bone as the words from at article had read again raced across her mind....

Bathing, preparing, binding, stable, slaves chained, open for viewing, for touching, for sampling, various instruments available for testing on a perspective purchase, collars, whips, leather, naked, men, so many men, crying, begging, screaming......

Slavery

Sold

Owned

Forever


Please no, the words fought to come out around the gag. Please NO. The ball in her mouth keeping her silent, again the only sounds were a soft whimpering, almost a gentle moaning. She shook her head ... No.. PLEASE NO.

But all he did was bring forth a soft leather collar wrapping it around her neck, tight against her throat. Leather cuffs were encircling her wrists.
Finally, the metal rings on the wrist cuffs were attached to the back ring on her collar forcing her to keep her arms up with her hands
attached to the back of her neck. The position was vunerable, submissive and Amy's fear heightened another notch.

"get a grip, Amy" her inner voice clearly stated "You can get thru this, you can get free and save these girls" the thought gave her some strength "just stay calm" She had to get thru this, she had to. She had no one who would save her, she would save herself, right? She would save these girls. She could not save Lissa, but she could save them.....

RIGHT?

Amy watched as Bob discarded several clamps, a large butt plug "what was he going to do with that?????", and the additional cuffs, deciding she was suffering enough without them.

Quickly, his hands claimed her waist again and threw her over his broad shoulder, carrying her to the show room where she would be shown off and sold. The walk to the show room was short, he hadn't said a single word to Amy during that time. Amy found that telling as well. He was feeling guilty. GUILTY!!! She knew he had to be. His reaction was guilt, not anger!!!! But Amy could not build on that. He had effectively controlled her and his own reaction by shoving that ball gag into her mouth.

"MMmm Mmmm nooo" she shook her head, not wanting to be carried anywhere, not wanting to be displayed, to be groped, to be sold into slavery. For a moment, the briefest of time, she screamed in her mind, the sound coming thru the ball gag like a deep, desperate goaning plea "DADDY" the word indistinguishable, the sound nothing more than that groan behind the gag.

~ The "Room" ~

Amy lifted her head as she was carried across the room that Bob had now entered. Her eyes found and focused on the focal point in the mid of the room. The blonde. The naked blonde. Not Bob's blonde with the dead eyes and empty soul. This blonde was absolutely breath-taking. She was quite obviously as new here as Amy was. But truth be told, she had been kidnapped some time before. When Amy got a look at her face, she immediately recognized her. She had seen the news reports, had heard of her missing, the death of her body guards.

She was a model, that was it, a model that had gone missing, the story was pretty sensational. Amy could not recall her name, which isn't surprising, given her mind was quite busy trying to deal with so many other things and not loose itself.

The model's hair was perfect, the light gold color reminding Amy of the noon day sun. She could not see her eyes, the poor girl was blindfolded, but Amy imagined them to be a bright blue. Most likely she was remembering that from seeing her picture on the news. Her skin was flawless, smooth, creamy, pale. As Amy was carried past, she saw that she was trembling, and sobbing, tears slipping from beneath the blindfold, her body lightly shaking, large, heavy breasts moving with each intake of breath she could manage around the gag that filled her mouth, much like Amy's gag. The model had large breasts with large, dark nipples, which were peaked, as the room itself was actually a bit chilly. Or was Amy just feeling the cold from deep inside her, she was not sure. Amy also noted that the model's pussy was shaved
clean, the lips light pink, her legs spread wide to show off this feature. Was she a virgin? Amy was not sure, that was not something that was reported in the news. Amy got her answer when she read the stats quickly as she passed, virginal, and a selling price of 10 million!

WOW

Wait, a selling price? Would she have a selling price as well???

Amy counted 5 other girls, besides the model, in the room. All beautiful, and apparently all virginal, as that was prominently displayed above each, along with their other stats.

One lay on her back, restrained of course, her long dark hair falling down over the edge. Yet another ball gag shoved in her mouth. That, that was why it was so quiet in here. All the girls were gagged, just as she was. There was no screaming, or crying, or even begging, because none of the girls could do any screaming, crying, or begging.

Amy took stock of all the girls.

The one that apparently was the top seller, and the most expensive, was obviously the Model in the middle of the room, the blonde bombshell.

Then there was the dark haired girl laying on her back, her body arching slightly as she struggled. It was obvious she was athletic from the toned muscles in her legs and arms, and the tan to her skin. She spent alot of time outside. Maybe a swimmer? Amy thought.. maybe.

There was another blonde, tho her hair did not have the silken sheen the model's had, and it was cut much shorter, standing chained to the wall, almost directly across from where Bob now stood with Amy. That girl, actually, was really cute. Amy could see tears running down the girl's cheeks. She had small, pert breasts, and her pussy was bare just like the model's

Yet another girl with long blonde hair, it seemed blonde was the popular choice for men, was was seated, tied tightly to the chair, legs spread, off to Amy'e left. The girl's pussy was covered in trimmed soft downy curls. She had large breasts, with one nipple pierced. Amy wondered if she had done that before she had been kidnapped, or did they do it to her? The thought made her shiver.

Laying in her belly, across from where the model was restrained, was a girl with long, curly, black hair. The curls fell in ebony waves, all but obscuring her face. She was breathing very hard, from what Amy could see, obviously hating the gag that silenced her. Across the cheeks of her ass were several red marks, not deep, not scarring, but obvious signs of punishment. She was a stunner just because of that dark mane of hair, Amy thought to herself.

Next to where Bob was about to restrain Amy, was a dark haired girl. Quite pretty, with large chocolate brown eyes and long chestnut colored hair. She had a wild, terrified look in her eyes, that was for sure, and focused on Amy for a moment. For some reason, the girl, just the fear that was evident on her face, reminded her of Lissa. Did Lissa have that same fear on her face when she met her Killer? Did she?

Why... why would that thought occur?? Amy wondered. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Why am I thinking about Lissa all of a sudden, did she go thru this? There were signs that she had been restrained, and signs that she had been beaten, beaten with a whip or a crop, not with bare hands, not a beat up, but more of a punishment. Those signs had been all over Lissa's body.


~ LISSA ~

"Slashing his throat?" Lissa whispered, more like a question than her decision.

Dale's eyes lit, an insane look shot towards Lissa as he laughed loud "Slashing his throat is it? An excellent choice my dear, an excellent choice indeed, I knew you were smart and mean." He glared at Jake, still bleeding and completely beat up "See boy, your girl is really something, or wait she isn't your girl anymore, she's MINE now fucker, go figure"

It happened so fast, that Lissa had no real time to think, not that she was thinking all that clearly to begin with.

First off, it hadn't dawned on here where they were until now. Why? Because her eyes fell to a large clown face that was hanging in the shadows, seeming to laugh at her and Jake. Laugh and laugh and laugh. She knew that face, it was the clown for M & K Toys. She knew that clown, she had one when she was growing up. Lupo, Lupo the Laughing Clown, that was what she called it. Lupo. That clown was her best friend growing up, well next to Amy of course. Why, why was Lupo laughing at her now???

The thought was cut off by the noose tightening around her throat. Before she could react, she was being lifted into the air, the noose slowly strangling her.

"JJJJake...... ahhhh, jjjjjjjaaaaaaa" the words cut off, all air was being cut off. Eyes wide with panic, she tried to scream, to cry, to beg, and nothing would come out as she hung there, until Jake, Jake came to her rescue.

"Oh man, her neck, its about to snap I suggest you grip her waist tight to support her weight boy."

Jake saved her, even in his sorry state, he saved her, wrapping his arms about her quivering, hanging body, and supporting her. As soon as the pressure was taken from her throat, Lissa took a deep, sobbing breath.

She could not see what was going on behind her, but some sixth sense told her something was about to happen.

Sixth Sense. Wasn't that about seeing dead people, her confused mind thought. A little boy seeing dead people. Yeah, her and Amy had gone to see that movie, together. Her and Amy...... Amy..... Where was Amy? Why wasn't she here protecting her as she always did? WHY?

"WHY??" Lissa screamed out, suddenly comprehending what was happening to her body. She felt his rock hard member impale her, tearing into the very inside of her. "NOOOOOOO" her scream echoed, unanswered as a wave of blinding, ripping pain shook thru her. Her muscles tightening, cramping, grasping onto the hard, thickness that now was buried inside the heat of her body. Lissa shook violently as he tore her virginity away, the blood flowing, bright red, mingled with the wetness that her body produced for him, even if it was against her will. Her body spasming in Jake's arms as the Insane Man, Dale, viciously pumped in and out of the tightness that was her pussy. The warmth, despite the violence of the rape, coating him, slick, dripping, flowing pink with her virginal blood. Lissa was keening, her scream continuous, interrupted only when she gasped in yet another breath. Her cheeks were flush deep red, her breasts painfully bouncing as her body shuddered with every thrust from behind. She felt as if he were tearing her apart.

She felt him cease for just a moment, a low groan, a heated chuckle, he was practically growling, assaulting her ears. When he ceased, Lissa thought it was over, but he was still buried deep inside her wet sheathe, and then he exploded. Lissa's howl nearly deafened Jake, who was still holding onto her for dear life, still supporting her. She was clawing at the air, clawing at her throat, and then, as the Insane Man emptied himself inside her, she grasped Jake's head, for support, for comfort, she loved Jake, she loved him, she really did. He was saving her, right???

She felt him withdraw, her body almost sighing in relief. The pain fading as her body slowly relaxed after the assault. She still ached, but the sharp, ripping, cutting pain, that faded. She felt a warmth, a soaking wetness between her abused pussy lips, slowly gliding down her inner thighs, his seed, mingled with her blood and her own juices, coating her skin.

She blinked when he passed a knife to her, certainly not strong enough to cut the rope, but more than enough to slit a throat. The Insane Man's strong hands immediately grabbed Jake's arms pulling them away from Lissa's waist leaving her to hang with a knife in her hand.

"no.. NOOOO... JAKE.... NOOO" Lissa started sobbing, until the tightening noose began slowly cutting off her air once more. One hand, the empty one of course, reached up to claw at the rope that so cruely seemed to want to strangle her again. She hung, her body shaking, struggling, but unable to find the strength or resolve to try to cut herself free, or to turn the knife on the Insane Man. That's what Amy would have done, but Lissa was not Amy. But then again, what good would that do? He held all the cards. He could just walk away and leave her to hang there and die, slowly, painfully which was exactly what he voiced to her, low, in her ear.

"Slit his throat girl or I leave you like this till you die, you will be sentenced to death and hanged for your actions little one, so repent and slit his throat, and salvation might embrace you."

His voice was calm and low, serious and menacing. He said it as if he was ordering food or chatting with a friend, no change in expression or tone.

Salvation. Lissa needed Salvation, that meant saving, right? The air was slowly waning, and Lissa felt herself beginning to float, that's what it felt like, floating. Would Jake save her? Was Jake her salvation? Was Amy? Where was Amy?

"Amy??" she gasped "Amy, help me" the words would barely come.

Salvation, she needed salvation from the Insane Man. But he wanted her to kill Jake, so slit his throat. No, no she could not kill Jake, she loved Jake. "Jake....... I..... love you... Jake" she managed to whisper, her body spasming, her brain starved for oxygen, Lissa panicked at that last moment, flailing, the knife in her one hand slicing outwards, it slipped across Jake, not enough to slice open his throat, but to slit him enough to hurt. Lissa's eyes snapped wide open as she tried to breath, before she went limp, losing consciousness. Her breathing slowed dramatically, which helped to keep her alive, slowing down the strangulation of the rope about her throat.


TO BE CONTINUED..........

 

[RainingHeat]

~Amy~

She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Fear, abject terror, had a way of doing that to you. Amy was not sure how much longer she could endure. Would there ever be a way out? Her thoughts of Lissa had distracted her to a point where, for a moment, she was confused as to where she was, what was happening, thinking it all a dream. And the fact that she had been thinking about Lissa, wait, she was thinking that Lissa had been here? Had she? Had her baby sister gone thru this hell? It would have broken her. There was no way that Lissa would have, or could have, survived this without losing her mind. Hell, Amy was dangerously close to losing her own, and she was the stronger out of the 2, that was for sure.

Amy squirmed a bit, the thoughts she was having were uncomfortable to say the very least, and just adding to the fear, the terror, that was swirling around deep inside her, but she had limited movement.

Another strange thought came to her... Funny that she was the only one that was clothed in any way, her lithe, sleek body bathed in pale green silk, the shimmering material barely concealing the curve of her breasts, the pink of her nipples, spilling down to brush the very top of her creamy white thighs. Why was she clothed while all the others were bared for the Buyers to see? It was as if she were a wrapped present, for someone very special. For him to find, and tear open.

Why had that thought come to her????? She felt her heartbeat quickening in fear. A coldness began creeping over her, a serpent's touch that wound it's way thru her bones, to encircle her very soul. Amy could not seem to control that chill, and the shivering that came with it.

The music was raging, loud and harsh.

Pathetic (benign)
Accept it (undermine)
Your opinion (my justification)
Happy (safe)
Servent (caged)
Malice (Utter weakness)
No toleration
Invade (committed)
Enraged (admit it)
Don't condescend (don't even disagree)
Desire (decay)
Dissapoint (delay)
You've suffered then, now suffer unto me.

Obsession, take another look.
Remember, every chance you took.
Decide, either live with me
Or give up - any thought you had of being free

(Don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hate.

Anyone (NO) Anything (YES) Anyway (FALL)
Anybody (MINE) Anybody (TELL ME)
I want (YOU) I need (YOU) I'll have (YOU)
I won't LET ANYBODY HAVE YOU
Obey (ME) Believe (ME) Just trust (ME) Worship (ME) Live for (ME)
Be grateful (NOW) Be honest (NOW) Be precious (NOW) Be mine (JUST LOVE ME)

Possesion (feed my only vice)
Confession (i wont tell you twice)
Decide - (either die for me)
Or give up - any thought you had of being free.

(Don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hurting you.
(Don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hate.

(Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh)
Stay inside the hole, let me take control. (Dominate)
You were nothing more, you were something less (innocent)
Something has to give - something has to break (omnipresent)
Fingers on your skin, let my savage in
YOU DESERVE IT.
YOU DESERVE IT.
YOU DESERVE IT.
YOU DESERVE IT.

(Don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you (i wanted you)
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hurting you. (was hurting you)
(Don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you (i wanted you)
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hate.

You're mine (you are you are)
You're mine (you are you are)
You're mine
YOU'RE MINE

<The Nameless ~ Slipknot>


The men, where had they come from? There were a couple dozen, not a real crowd, but enough, that had filed into the room just as the music started.

The model at the mid of the room definitely attracted the most attention, the men gathering around her, touching, pinching, probing, as she struggled and squirmed. Amy could see them all quite clearly from where she was bound. Men in suits, business suits, was this a business to them? She could see the men in business suits, hands groping, one man squeezing and kneading a breast, another man was bent down, between her outstretched and spread legs, opening her pussy lips, inspecting, he flicked a finger against her clit to see her reaction, she arching her back and groaning behind the gag. That made him laugh. "she's wet" he announced, a huge grin on his face as he licked her droplets off his finger. Several other men began pushing to touch and taste her as well, the attendants stepping in to maintain order. It was clear the model was sobbing, and sobbing hard, behind that gag and blindfold, but the men, they just laughed, and continued to grab at her. Amy thought she heard some offers being made...

"6 million, I will have it in your account within 10 minutes"

"7.5 million"

Some of the men, the price being a bit too rich for their blood, were now filing around the room, and Amy, seemed to be the second contender for attention.

Cringing, growling beneath the gag, she endured the pinching of her nipples, several of the men pulling down her babydoll, one man rolling her left nipple between his fingertips, licking his lips as he did so. He leaned down, taking that pink, erect bud into his mouth, Amy gasping around her gag, her body tensing, eyes tightly closing against the assault. The attendant, having been a bit distracted by the model, turned to shoo him away, pulling the silk back up to cover her now moist nipple. Another came past, stopping to slide his hand between her legs, but was quite unhappy to find she was not shaved, and pulling his hand back loudly complained for all to hear....

"Why the fuck does the red head still have hair??? Derek, what the FUCK!!!"

She found herself groaning, trying to pull back from those hands, and mouths, that sought her nipples, her skin, her pussy, even one who wanted to suck on her toes.

Several offers were made for her as well. The price in the thousands for the beautiful red head. But all were turned down by the Attendant. For now. He had been instructed to wait for one, one particular Buyer. If he turned her down, then she would be sold to the next highest bidder.

Amy, not quite knowing, or really understanding what was happening in regards to her, she could not shake that lingering cold that enveloped her, and that cold seemed to almost insulate her to what was happening around her and to her.

You're mine
You're mine
You're mine
YOU'RE MINE

The words to the song rang in her ears.

She felt him....

She felt him before she even saw him.

A dark, foreboding sensation, that seemed to crawl along the floor, directly to her. It was as if that cold chill that had been dominating her, had come alive, and it was slithering over her, possessing her. A snake, a chain, a leash that claimed her eyes and drew her gaze across the room... to Him...

Amy froze. Her eyes slowly widening. She went completely white, and for a moment, heard nothing, felt nothing, except for the terror, the loathing, and the cold, so very cold, that nearly stopped her heart. That serpent's chill curling languidly around her belly, her throat, her soul, as her glittering green eyes met his cold steel grey stare.

It was HIM

HIM

Lissa's Killer




The room suddenly went silent. It didn't really, the music still roared, the guys still snickered and snarled, tossing out insults, offers, vulgar remarks, and various other gems of conversations, the girls were still whimpering, crying, muffled moaning and begging, depending on what was happening to said girl at said moment. But for Amy, all was silent, all was dark, all was cold, except for that steel glare, those cruel, dark, grey eyes.

~^~

"Amy"

"Amy... help me"

"Please Amy"

The words were soft, sobbing, filled with terror, filled with pain, filled with desperation.

"help me Amyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her name transformed into a blood curdling scream. The sound reverberating thru her very soul. It was Lissa. Lissa was screaming, crying, howling, in pain, in fear, in................. pleasure.

Amy blinked, shaking her head as if waking from a dream, no, a nightmare. She could see Lissa, tied to a bed. Restrained...her long slender arms were stretched over her head, cuffs tight about the wrists. Her hair was wet, from her heated exertions. Her body, naked, glistening with that same moisture, shaking as she took a labored breath. She was crying, sobbing, tears streaking down her flush cheeks.

"Lissa, Lissa, I'm here" Amy cried out to her sister, trying to get to her, unable to move, pulling frantically on the chains that held her in place. Amy could reach out to Lissa, but could not get to her. Her arms were free, as were her legs, but, around her throat, a chain, much like a dog's chain, tight, the gleaming links snaking to a hook securely embedded in the wall.

She could not save her sister.... from him!!!

~^~

The vision was gone as quickly as it had invaded her thoughts. But during that quick, horrific interlude, she had not broken eye contact with him, the Killer, as he strode towards her.

His growl, his heavy breathing, his presence, seemed to encompass her, surround her, binding her, possessing her, claiming her. Amy could not retreat, could not move, trapped as she was. Her heart was thundering in her chest, a thousand miles an hour it felt like, and still, other than him, Amy could not see nor hear anyone. Her entire being was focused on the Killer that now looked her in the eyes.

He leaned down, one hand grabbed her throat and cut her air supply without a second thought and the other slipped between her legs and cupped her virgin pussy "Finally, you're mine, the second virgin Drakeson girl I will be fucking, relieving her from her cherry and forcing her to live for my pleasure. You're mine Amy, MINE!!!!"

His voice was deep and low, more like a primal animalistic growl as he sneered into her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck and shoulders. The sensation sent another icey wave over her soul.

Amy did not even have the chance to draw in a breath before his hand had wrapped about her throat and tightened. It was now that she realized that Bob, Behemoth Bob, had been gentle with her even when he had grabbed her by the throat. The Killer, there was no gentleness in his grasp, in his eyes, in his voice.

Her entire body went stiff, tensing in her fear, unable to grab at his arm to loosen his grasp, unable to fight, or even to try and fight. Hell she could not even beg for her life, the ball gag prevented that. But it did not prevent the scream that managed to build in her throat at his words, the scream that vibrated thru the ball gag, over her lips, and against the palm of his hand as he squeezed her windpipe.

And to be honest, his hand at her pussy was the least of what she was feeling, at least at this moment. Her entire will, her entire focus was on her strangling throat, and his eyes.

Amy was the one who broke eye contact, as her eyes rolled back, the lack of air slowly bringing forth unconsciousness. She felt the world swimming, felt the abject horror she was feeling racing thru her veins, and the nightmare she was living swirling around her. When he released her throat, she was at the very edge of blacking out. It was the girl next to her, her gurgling scream that dragged Amy back to the reality that was her personal hell at that moment.


~^~

The girl next to Amy, the one with the pretty chestnut hair and dark chocolate brown eyes, who had not really garnered alot of attention this particular night, what with the Model and the Red head, could only watch that drama that was unfolding before her. Somehow, that redhead knew that man. Chestnut was glad it was not her he was focused on, because the look in his eyes scared her near to death. Even tho that look had not been directed at her, yet.

That changed a moment later, he attacking her, ripping into her virginity. Her howling screams reverberated thru the gag. He was huge, she was small, and tight, and it felt as if he were tearing her apart from inside her. The blood from her virginal barrier coating him somewhat, but the pain, the pain was too great to afford the girl any pleasure what so ever. He slamming into her, her cunt straining to take the pummeling, the impaling of his rock hard cock into the slender grasp that was her sex, felt to her like a baseball bat being shoved inside her. Her entire form shuddered, shook, her long hair falling forward to shield her face for a moment. Sweat gleamed on her skin, as Chestnut endured his vicious attack. Her dark eyes met those of the redhead's, who could only look on in horror.

~^~

Amy's horror was written all over her face, and in her staring eyes. Her fault, the girl was suffering because of her!!! If she could have yelled, if she could have screamed, she would have. She would have begged him to stop and take her instead. Why should Chestnut have to suffer??? WHY????

"How many virgins is this asshole friend of yours is going to open?"

"Oh shut up, he pays for everyone he opens, besides he kidnaps most of your slaves, including this one and that ten million super model, so drop it Derek, you'll be a small slave shop without him."

Amy, as she watched the rape happening right next to her with an almost blank look in her eyes, how had he gotten out? How? How an I stop him from hurting that poor girl? LISSA, how could I stopped him from hurting, killing Lissa??? The thoughts raced wildly thru her mind until she heard that voice, Amy suddenly snapping her head around .....

EVAN!! Her eyes went from blank, terrified, horrified, to disgust and hatred in the matter of seconds. She was not afraid of Evan, not like she was of the Killer! She wanted to rip Evan's head off and shove it up his ass. For a moment, a blessed moment, the Killer was forgotten as her mind focused on Evan, as if seeking some kind of sanity in this nightmarish hell.

"BASTARD" the word never got past the gag, but if it had, it would have trumped any scream any of the other girls would have uttered, gagged or not.

~^~

Chestnut, she was lost to anything that was happening except for the rape she was enduring. The pain was excrutiating, cascasding thru her in waves as he pounded over and over into her. A moment later, she, as well as Amy, knew that Dale had spilled his seed deep inside that cunt. The girl, of course, felt it, Amy, having turned back when Chestnut screamed, or tried to behind the gag, saw the look of pure carnal satisfaction on his face.

"Hey fuck face, send this one to the prison, but tell that fucking warden to try and have this little girl stay alive more than two weeks there. Something like let the big black brutes fuck her later, or not at all. Or maybe have them learn some gentleness?"
"Oh screw that, watching them being fucked by those brutes is half the fun."

His words were sickening to Amy, and she turned her eyes to the poor girl, who hung limp in her chains, tears soaking her cheeks, blood gliding slowly down her thighs. Amy had no idea what prison they were talking about, but she was smart enough to know it would be nothing short of torture for the Chestnut haired girl.

When he, the Killer, approached her again, all thoughts of Evan were forgotten, her eyes pulled to his, watching, desperately trying to control the cold terror that gripped her once more. It oozed from him, that cold, that frost, that serpent, slithering back over her, again as if seeking to possess her, the embrace was tight, smothering.

"You're mine pet. Forever!!!"

The words rang in her ear, echoing.

You're mine pet. Forever!!!"
You're mine pet. Forever!!!"

Amy could not hold back the tears that formed and slowly fell from her glistening green eyes. The gag silencing her sobs, but not the tears.