In Too Deep...

JokerWild

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((this rp takes place in LA, it's a gangwar going on, there's two sides, the South Central Locos and the East Side Blades, I'm playing the part of a East Side Blade on his own turf, a female Loco(obviously latin or mexican) finds her way to the Blade's turf to finish her "initation by surviving for ten hours on their own turf with nothing but a switchblade, she gets caught and well...we'll go on from there...other players can join male or female alike.))

Name: Slash
Age: 25
Apperance: 6'3, 235 lbs bulky but muscular, lightbrown eyes and braided hair, tattos covering his right arm.
Clothing: Wears black baggy pants and a white shirt, carries two knives and a 9mm glock.

Slash lit up his philly blunt as he walked down the street. It had been a rough week, he had seen his two best friends gunned down at the movies and he had almost been caught by the police for shooting up a Loco's car and house. He smiled at the thought of having scared a Loco so badly he moved west side entirely. A female wearing a green bandanna caught his eye. "Aint this a bitch...fucking loco "puto" on the wrong side of town." he thought as he backed away in a alley to watch where she went.
 
Name: Daisy "DZ" Ochoa
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'7, 115 lbs. dark eyes and long wavy hair, always kept under a bandana.

DZ had been wandering the streets for about 3 hours now. So far, she hadn't found a single Blade. Not that she would mind facing one: her 7 inch switch-blade, La Bandita, was kept right under her wristband, and she as hell knew how to use it, growing up with 5 brothers and a bad neighborhood. In fact, she was starting to get a little arrogant as she made her way across Blade turf, ready to take one on and not playing the low-profile...
 
Slash pulled out his 9mm, even from the alley he stood in he had a clean shot at the trespasser. "Bang..." he thought as he imagined himself pulling the trigger, even from the baggy jeans she wore, the shape of her ass was visible. "Pretty fucking hot for a loco..." he thought. He waited until the girl got a few feet ahead of him, he slowly made his way across the street walking behind her. He pulled his hoodie over his head so she could barely see his face, and put his gun in the pocket of his jacket so he could just pull it out when the time came. "Hey chica you lost or somethin?" he said mocking the way the loco's talked.
 
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She had heard someone step behind her, her pace slowing as she sensed him pull closer.
At his call she spun around, her blade already extended and ready in her steady palm.
"Not lost...just huntin some mariposas...east side blades are the best kind," she threw back as she crouched a little, side-stepping as she tried to position herself to strike.
The sudden rush of adrenaline sent a thrill through her slim body as she slowly moved about, and she forgot to pull her bandana to cover her face as she squinted to make out the features of her well-hidden 'victim.'
She stopped moving, with half her body silohuetted under a yellow street light, the other half lost in the dark street as she waited to make a move.
 
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A deep laugh escaped Slash's throat as he heard the girls commet. "Hunting huh...well you gotta be careful baby, sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted." he said walking towards her, his gun still in his pocket but he didn't think he would need it, so he pulled out his switch blade instead, it was only four inches and thin but razor sharp. He twirled it making it open on it's own, as the lock popped in making it secure enough for him to handle it, he began to walk towards the girl tossing the switch blade from hand to hand.

Smirking he looked at her face. "Looks like I'm going to have to give you a little makeover chica." he said smiling. Even though he was walking towards her he was on his guard, he wasn't stupid enough to believe a loco would be walking around on his turf without a weapon.
 
The glint of his blade caught her eye, a yellow flash off cold metal, but it did not bother her.
She'd faced this before, and she'd always come out on top.

She stayed where she was, crouched a little with her own rather long blade still in her steady fist- on anyone else, the blade may be cumbersome, but with her short arms and skilled hands it was just the right weapon for the job.

They stood in the stand-off for a few long minutes, then he would come a little closer...
She knew she'd have to make a move, or else she'd find herself with a blade pressed to her side.
Taking a step out of the lamplight and into the darker street, she darted toward him, blade ready...
 
Brian ran towards her as she darted, holding his blade low enough so he could either slash at her leg or bring the blade up into her chest. Before he could attempt to cut her she slashed out cutting his left arm, it only slashed him deep enough to draw blood but not to cause any serious damage. Winching from the stinging that was coming from his arm he looked at the girl rage growing in his eyes. "No more playing around." he growled as he threw a punch at the girl's stomach.
 
She sent him a smile as the steel of her blade met his arm, slicing the shallow cut into his flesh.

But her little victory was short lived, as she was caught around the middle, the wind knocked out of her.

She fell to the floor, trying to keep in a fighting position with her feet ready to kick while she regained regular breathing, but she was in too much pain to do much and he easily pinned her to the street, the hood slipping from his face to reveal his expression of rage hanging over her.
 
As Slash pinned her to the ground with one hand he reached into his pocket pulling out his gun and pointing it into her neck so she could feel it as well as see it. "You're going to pay for that slut...now relax and drop your blade." he said. As she hesitantly dropped her blade he pulled her to her feet grabbing her neck and pointing the gun in her stomach. Looking around he saw a empty building, It was condemed because it was a former crack house. Pointing to it he walked towards it directing her towards it with his gun.

"Try anything and i won't mind blowing your brains out all over the pavement." he said as he lead her towards the building.
 
Still silent from having the wind knocked out of her, Daisy dropped the blade as she was told- humiliating as the situation was for the proud latina, she really didn't want to turn up dead.

As she was lifted from the pavement, his grip tore a large hole in her top, causing her to cry out, but she quickly silenced her anger...

She obediently followed along as she was led to the darkened building, her eyes starting to show the fear she'd tried so hard to hide...

A blade, even a gun she could handle, with no real fear....but what awaited her inside the old crack house?
 
Slash smirked at her, he could sense the fear from her, he noticed he had ripped her top, the top of her breasts hung out of the tear. "Damn...i might have to let her live...just for a little while." he thought. As they walked towards the door he growled as he tried to open it, it was locked, probably deadbolted. He pushed the girl to the side releasing her for a quick moment, in a flash he used his strenght to kick in the door busting it wide open.

"Go..." he said growling as he waved his gun at her directing her inside the house. As she walked in he watched her, the dim light giving him a nice view of her wide hips. "You're going to enjoy this." he said pointing up to the stairs he saw. It smelled of piss and other unmentionable things in the house but he was determined to get his revenge.
 
Her body tensed as she stepped into the small entryway, her eyes wide as she took in the old house.

She knew better than to run at this point, so instead she took another step into the house, sensing the gun still pointed to kill.

Without her usual arrogance, Daisy mounted the stairs, creeping her way upward.

Hearing something creak beneath her, she stopped dead, only to have him push her most unceremoniously from the rear and shove her into the first room on the right.

His body pressed against hers in the dark room, as though trying to keep her from losing him in the pitch-black, and she closed her eyes, ready for a bullet to pierce through her at any moment...
 
As the girl and Slash moved up the the stairs his body pressed against hers, his cock was hard, he didn't care if she felt it against her ass or not, she hesitated and he grabbed her ass pushing her to gon on. "What's your name puto?" he said pushing her up the last flight of stairs. Ahead of them was a empty room, there was a semiclean mattress on the floor, beercans filled the floor as he pushed her inside the room. "First off take your shoes off...and no i don't care if there's broken glass on the floor...deal with it." he said his eyes looking at her face.
 
With a most irritated expression, she did as she was told, taking off her worn ghetto sneakers as he supervised.

She remained silent, however, refusing to tell him her name.
He asked again, this time with more impatience, but she didn't care: she suddenly regained some of her old attitude, and felt confrontational...

"I'm not gonna tell no effin blade my name, chilito..." she sharply answered.

She paid for it as she was quickly clipped on the head with his fist, not enough to knock her out but enough to send her mind spinning, making her rather disoriented as he continued to push her toward the dingy mattress on the floor, amid the filth and grime of the transient drug dealers...

As she was so roughly pushed, she felt his erection press against her through his jeans...her heart started to race, and her breathing grew shallow at the thought...
 
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Slash grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back towards him, his bulging cock pushing into her rear. "Your...name...now!" he said. As her breath quickened Slash began to take off his hoodie revealing he only wore a black wifebeater, his right arm was covered with tattos of differnet colored knives and names. On the top of his hand there was a tatto of a long knive and the words "Blades for life!".

Slash turned the girl over pointing the gun into her neck, her top was already tore so he could clearly see half of her breasts sticking out the top. "You're a stubborn little chica aren't you...too bad you can't go back to your friends to say your survived your little field trip." he said grabbing her left breast with his free hand and squeezing it hard, he pushed the muzzle of his gun hard into her neck daring her to retilate.
 
Daisy cried out as he tightly gripped her breast, pulling it from her already torn shirt and holding her still, unable to move in his grip.

She glared up at him in rage for being humiliated like this, not wanting to give him her name, but her silence only drew tighter squeezes and a more insistent gun in her neck, so she forfeited, still keeping her dignity by staring into his eyes in defiance.

"My name...is..." she paused- should she give him her real name, or her gang name?

No one else knows my real name...

"My name is Daisy," she muttered, wincing slightly from the pang in her chest.

His fingers curled around her breast, tugging at it and pinching at the soft tan flesh...
 
Slash grinned at her, releasing her breast he leaned down into her ear. "Daisy...call me Slash." he said reaching into his pocket with his left hand he pulled out his switchblade, with a quick hand gesture he removed the blade came out and he finished cutting open her top releasing her tan breasts. Licking his lips he ran to tip of the cold steel blade across her brown nipples. "You're very talented...aren't you?" he said smiling at her, he knew she was humiliated and was even more pissed off.

He especially hated the fact she gave him her real name, he wanted to be able to tell his friends her street name so it would get back to the locos real quick. Slash put away his blade and gun, glaring in her eyes he saw a small spark of hope appear in them. "If you even think about trying to run away I swear i'll fucking blow you away." he said before taking her tore shirt into his hands he tied her hands together above her head.
 
A look of pure hatred crossed her features as he sliced away the rest of her top, exposing her body to a most despicable foe.

She muttered a long list of curses under her breath, but dared not fight back- she had no weapon, nor anywhere to go, especially not like this...what would her gang think if they saw her crawling back topless?

DZ struggled a little when he moved to tie her wrists above her head, leaving her even more vulnerable, trying to wrest loose from his grip, but it was no use pinned the way she was...

Her glares could have melted ice as she sneered at him, her defiance hardly making up for the indignity of having her rather attractive figure discovered and so easily explored by one of her most intrinsic enemies...
 
Slash laughed as she stuggled to get free, he was so used to tying people up he could actually give classes to the local college. He looked at her eyes, he returned her angry glare with a smirk, knowing it would very well piss her off. Hearing her curses he shook his finger at her as if scolding a child. "If I were you I'd be very nice right now..." he said as he began to move down sucking on her right breast. Her nipples began to harden in his mouth, as he sucked her soft and tender body part he ran his tongue over her nipple. He looked up into her eyes, in his head he smiled as he read her fear, pleasure and humilaty.
 
"No...stop!..." she demanded, with more panic than she'd intended.

Her tone and expression made it all the more clear how nervous and afraid she was....not only of being pinned by a blade, but of enjoying it as her body responded so irritatingly to his caresses.

Though her mind willed not to allow it to pleasure her, not to allow him to get under her skin, her body was pleading a different case, the flesh growing tender and her nipples firming to every flick of his tongue over the mocha-colored flesh.

She continued to writhe in her bonds, wanting desperately to escape back to her own turf, away from the humiliation...

but deep inside she knew it had only begun...
 
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Slash looked up releasing her tender breast from his mouth, his slavia glistening off of her nipple. "You say no...but your body says yes." he said getting up. He stood above her in her sight so she could watch him undress, taking off his boots he kicked them to the side, he pulled his switch blade out laying it above her head before he took his pants off to reveal his blue boxers. Even with the boxers on his 9 inch cock was visible, Slash looked down at her as he got on his knees and began to unzip her pants.

She tried to kick him but with a slap to her side she stopped but kept trying to wiggle free. Unzipping her pants slowly Slash undid her button and pulled them off to reveal her pink thong. "Nice...very nice. If i weren't mistaken, i'd think you'd wanted to get caught...guess those loco playas aren't all that in the sack." he said running his index finger over the visible print of her pussy.
 
"Ai! Estancia lejos!" she cried, sounding desperate now as he pulled away her pants.

Her caramel cheeks shone pink as his fingers teased around her channel, drawing from her panicked cries...she'd never been so fearful in her life.

As much as she hated him, wanted to kick him and slash him with her blade, there was the small voice inside her, telling her to enjoy it...his touch was making her body betray her before her very eyes, her nipples firm and her cunt starting to moisten as he worked her, adding to her humiliation as she could could only look on, helpess under his gaze, unable to stop the 'attack'...
 
Slash couldn't help but laugh aloud at her response. "What's wrong...wishing you would'va stayed home and played house with the other little chicas...next time you'll know...if there is a next time that is." he growled as he snatched down her thong. A sly smile came across his face as he observed her shaved cunt, he ran his finger up her thigh, his eyes never leaing her face as he did this. "You're loving this aren't you...and don't deny it, you're so wet you're about to create a river." he said as his fingers ran up her thigh and into her pussy.

Slash could barely control himself as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her moist cunt. "You might as well enjoy it my little loco slut, you're not going anywhere anytime soon." he said taking his fingers out and tasting her juices. Licking his lips he smiled at her. "Tasty." he said.
 
Her body twisted on the thin mattress, her legs failing in kicking him away, trying to avoid his invasive fingers.

She knew better than to like it, it was against everything she stood for...anytime a fellow Loco had even tried to make a pass at her, he found himself beaten in a back alley.
Yet here she was, bound and bare on the floor of a dingy crack house, her body being most disgracefully violated by the enemy's fingers, which continued to piston and plunge into her now-slick cunt...

DZ screamed, wanting to resist, humiliated as he tasted her warm fluids, her body sore from the initial punch to the stomach and now from squirming so sporadically in her bonds...

..and all the while, her body was giving in to her smug captor...
 
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