The Downfall of a Reporter (Closed for CarnivalBarker)

[Evolutions]

“Get her back here by noon, I don't care what you boys do with her. Neither does Tony.” The words were enough to give Lester an ear to ear grin. While Lester wasn't the most physically intimidating man he was still more than enough to do whatever he wanted with Reagan. His talents had also gained him some power within the gang, and while he wasn't exactly a shot caller, the other members respected the hierarchy enough to take Lester's lead when Tony had left him in charge of something. Most of the gang members were thuggish brutes, the kind of men who didn't have the ability to keep a cool head in certain situations. Lester wasn't the smartest of men, however he was grounded enough to keep a leveled head, which was one of the reasons that Tony had given Lester a lot of the responsibility in training Reagan when he wasn't around. Lester stood in front of Reagan and looked her over as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat, a look that Reagan would have most likely gotten used to seeing at that point. While in the past she could have simply dismissed a man who looked at her in such a way, she was now in a situation where there really was no retreat for her. No matter how humiliating or degrading the situation, all she could really do was endure.

“Noon? That's plenty of time!” Lester said eagerly as he reached out and grabbed Reagan by her upper arm, pulling her with him as he left the unit, the three large men following close behind. He kept a tight grip on Reagan's arm until they got to the elevator. Once inside Lester turned and held up his hand before the three larger men could enter “Take the stairs and wait with the others.” Said Lester as he pressed a button inside the elevator. The three men just stood there as the door slowly closed. The elevator was barely moving for more than a second before Lester pressed the emergency stop button. “You.. Are going to be a busy little slut, but.. I think I deserve a little of you to myself.” Said Lester, and before Reagan could respond he grabbed her by her wrist again, twisting it until he had her chest pressed against the back wall. He immediately stepped behind her, his body pressing against her to where she was pinned between him and the wall. Due to his excitement his cock was already starting to press against the crack of her ass even through his pants. His nose pressed against the back of her neck as he took in a deep inhale, taking in her fresh scent. “Goddamn.. You smell so fucking sweet.. Ya know this'll be the first time I'm not fucking the leftovers.. That fucking Mayor had really pulled a number on ya... But fuck baby.. Don't worry, be good to Lester and he'll be good to you hmm?” Said Lester as he took a step back, not feeling the need tell Reagan not to move.

He fiddled around with his pants for a moment until he got his cock free, his breathing already low and heavy in anticipation for what was to come. He took the hem of the charmeuse and pulled it up over her ass. As he stepped forward his now erect cock rubbed against the crack of her ass as his body once again started to push against her. His head hovered roughly over the back of her neck, his warm breath cascaded onto her skin as he said “Lets start with that cunt of yours hmm?” He took a hold of his cock with one hand, the other gripping one of her hips as he held her steady. The head of his cock clumsily moving down the crack of her ass until it found her pussy. There was no hesitation as he pushed himself in. Letting out a loud exhale as his fat cock sank into her. He released the base of his cock as he pushed more of himself into her until the entire length was buried all the way inside her. He didn't waste any time as he started to thrust into her, not taking any time to go slow, or to warm her up. His hips pushed would push against her, slamming her abdomen tighter against the wall with each thrust “Goddamn Ten, you have NO idea how much torture it was watching you get reamed.. If I hadn't been behind that fucking camera I would have gone a few rounds myself.. But... Don't worry, from here on out we're gonna have some private time first before we start the show hmm?” Said Lester as he continued to thrust into her. His hands reached around her waist, going under the dress as they each latched onto her breasts. “Fuck, you're gonna love, love, LOVE today. Just about everyone has seen that video of last time, and only a handful of guys got to fuck you last time.. This time they're really gonna be fighting over you!” Lester continued as his thrusts started to get faster and harder. He was barely at it for two minutes before he came inside her, pinning Reagan against the wall tighter, and tighter, and tighter until he had finished completely unloading into her. He held her pinned for a few additional seconds before he withdrew from her, his cock already losing its erection even before he had finished pulling out completely. It took him a few moments to catch his breath and get his cock tucked back into place. “Shit... That was a big one..” Said Lester, still a little out of breath as he pressed a button to get the elevator moving again.

When the elevator door opened the three men were there and waiting, and from the state that Reagan was in teach of the men knew exactly what had happened, not that they particularly cared. “Get her started, I need to get the camera.” Lester said flatly as he pushed past the men, leaving Reagan at the mercy of the three large men. The man who was in front stepped into the elevator and grabbed Reagan by her upper arm, much like Lester then large man didn't give Reagan much time to react or even to cooperate on her own accord as he started to lead her down the hallway. Immediately Reagan could tell that it wasn't the same floor as her last assault in the emptied pool. Of course that wasn't to say if what was awaiting Reagan was better or worse than what she had previously experienced. Jessica's words “I don't care what you boys do to her, neither does Tony” engulfed her mind.

There was a door at the end of the hallway and as they got closer the noise from the men within got louder and louder. It sounded like half a dozen men, or possibly more, it was hard for Reagan to pinpoint a hard number. Just as they were about to cross the threshold a large black man stepped through. He was naked from head to toe, and as he jerked his arm a girl stumbled out. She was blonde and looked as if she was barely 18. There were dark rings around each of her eyes. The hair that would no doubt look beautiful on any other day, yet on that particular day it was knotted up and pressed tightly against her skull. The girl stood there and just stared at Reagan, and as Reagan looked back at the young woman she could see the bruises that covered her body, and as the man holding Reagan forced her closer to the room Reagan could see that the girl's left eye didn't have a black ring around it, but it was more a result of what looked like a hard slap, or possibly a punch. Just as Reagan was being taken closer to the room the young girl was being forced out. The man jerked on her arm again causing the young woman to stumble. She stepped forward and winced in pain, barely being able to walk straight, though her plights meant nothing to the men around her. As the young woman disappeared behind her Reagan was lead into the room that the other girl had exited.

The scent of sex, sweat, and shame hit Reagan even before she was pushed into the room. She stumbled as the man who had her arm released her. It was an old room, large enough to be a class room but empty of all furniture. There were sealed windows on one side of the room, however there was no ventilation. There were at least thirteen or fourteen men, all black, and all naked, and the instant Reagan entered the room all eyes were on her. They looked her over and even though she had something on the way they looked at her pierced through whatever she had on. “Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves the real fucking prize boys. It's okay baby, we saved plenty for you... Bunking down with the boss to boot! That must be some cunt you got there..” Said one of the men. There was scattered laughter from the other men. The man behind her pushed her back, causing her to take a few stumbling steps forward, stopping just short of the double frame mattress that was resting on the floor in front of her. The stench of it was overwhelming as Reagan felt bile rise up in her throat. “Let's not waste any time.. Your close... Take em off... NOW!” Demanded the man behind her. Unlike before where Tony had dictated what could and couldn't happen to her, she knew that the rule book had been thrown out the window. The girl that had left that vary room was barely in one piece and if Reagan wasn't careful her fate could be much worse..

The men all stood around as Reagan slowly started to undress the one piece of clothing she had on. “Thaats it bitch... Take it off niiiice and slow.” Jeered one of the men. Reagan swallowed hard though didn't stop what she was doing. A moment later she was standing naked in front of the men. The men whistled and howled at her. There was hours upon hours left before it would be noon, and Reagan knew full well that she wouldn't get a moments rest until then.. “Get on the mattress, and get on your fucking knees cunt... Now..” The man said behind her. Reagan jumped slightly which made some of the men chuckle. She stepped forward as the step pressed down onto the mattress.. The fabric was damp and as she pressed down she could hear the worn out coils of the mattress springs. There was nothing Reagan do to delay what was coming. She could see in their eyes that they wanted gratification, and they wanted it NOW. Slowly Reagan turned to face the men who was behind her. There were already tears in her eyes as she looked up his naked body, slowly meeting his eyes as she whispered “P-Please can I jus-” The man cut her off.. “The fuck did you just say bitch?” Reagan's heart was already starting to race a mile a minute, she was at one of those fight or flight moments where she had neither option available to her. “Please I-” Reagan began, while it was reasonable for her to do so given the fact that she was being thrust head first into something very intimate, the men around her were accustomed to getting things their own way. Even though Reagan was considerably more attractive than most of the girls that tend to go through 'training', it didn't make the men ease up in the least. Reagan's view changed from staring at the man in front of her to the ceiling above her, which was a result of the man having her a HARD backhand across her cheek. The pain didn't even register, nor did the fact that Reagan was falling back onto the mattress. She was knocked unconscious before she even hit the mattress..


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The rhythmic grunts seemed to be coming from the train she was on. The compartment she was on was completely empty. The tracks were bumpy which cause the entire cart to rattle. She could feel the train speeding up, the bumps and ridges on the train tracks causing the cable car to get a little more rough which scared her slightly. There was a loud WHOOSH behind her as a door slide open, the figure was shadowy so she couldn't quite see his face. What she could see was the man was naked, and as he approached her she realized that she too was naked. There was a bulb of light directly on top of her, and as the shadowy figure approached her and stepped into the light she saw that it was Jeremy.. Much to her delight. He didn't say a word as he bridged the gap between the two of them. He embraced her in his arms and just held her for a moment..

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The chants continued in the background as Jeremy pulled away from her, very gently he laid her down on his back. His hands moved down her body, resting on her thighs as he gently opened up her legs. He slid in between as his body arched over hers. His face hovered over hers as he gently slid into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips to help guide him all the way in. Just as quickly Jeremy started to pump away, gradually his movements got faster and faster in rhythm to the motions and sounds of the train she was on. Her own body getting worked up in rhythm to Jeremy's as she could almost feel his impending climax approaching. Her own body mirrored his and just as she felt him unload into her, her own body reached a shrieking orgasm as her body convulsed under his. Her head rose up to meet his lips for just a moment before it fell back. The pleasure felt electric, energizing her own body as she started to feel another daze of unconsciousness coming on.. Once again her mind went blank....





Jeff once again found himself at the gay club, waiting for Jeremy after receiving a text that said 'I have something. Meet me at the usual place. DO NOT bring her dad.' It was about 1pm in the afternoon, and Jeff had been waiting for a good half hour before Jeremy finally showed up. Jeremy found the booth that Jeff was in and sat down. There was no time for small talk or chit chat as Jeff asked “So? What is going on? I don't like the idea of doing this without Roger.” Jeremy gave a slight nod “I know.. I know.. Look.. You can fill him in before anything goes down, but we have to figure out some kind of plan about what we're going to do, which we can't do with Roger here..” Jeremy leaned forward a little, lowering his voice as he continued “I know where she is going to be tonight.. There's this guy who is a member at The Rabbit.. He isn't the kind of guy whos bad side you want to get on. He has had a hard-on for Reagan ever since he saw her, and apparently he set up some kind or private fuck fest. So... My boss told me to escort this guy to the location that Reagan is going to be at. It's my job to get him there and get him back.” Said Jeremy. Jeff listened intently until Jeremy had mentioned Reagan's whereabouts. “Wait.. So.. We know where shes going to be tonight? Fuck. Lets go. I'll take Roger with me to wherever this place is and we'll for Reagan and make our move!” Said Jeff.

Jeremy shook his head “No.. You can't just barge in there.. My boss gave me the address but I have no idea where this place is. It could be some kind of gang thing. Fuck for all I know none of this is even going down. It could be misinformation to try and lure US out.. These fuckers do know that there are people looking for Reagan.. This is a one time chance for us... Whatever move we make.. Has to be the smart play..” Said Jeremy. “Okay.. Fine.. So how do you want to do this?” Asked Jeff. “They already know that I'm supposed to be delivering the guy right? I'm going to head out to the address after we're done here.. I'm going to see what kind of place this is that they're meeting at.. If its safe.. I'll let you know and you and Roger can head over.. But.. We're still gonna have to be careful.. I have no idea of knowing if they're bringing Reagan with an entourage. If they show up with some kinda motorcade with a dozen armed men.. We're fucked.” Explained Jeremy. From what Jeremy had said Jeff could see that even though it was the first time where they knew Reagan's possible location, it still wouldn't be as easy as barging in and being able to rescue her. What worried Jeff the most was the feeling that this was a situation that was spiraling more and more out of control with each obstacle that they came across. Reagan was being abused and tortured with each and every minute that passed, and even if they did manage to rescue Reagan, he had no idea what the end damage would be.. The cost that would have to be paid.. “Okay.. I can hold things down with Roger.. If this is going down tonight.. It means we can't meet again.. Things will have to move VERY fast.” Said Jeff. Jeremy gave another nod “I know. I'll text you with the plan. Okay.. I gotta get going.. Hang tight.” Said Jeremy as he got up and got ready to leave.

Immediately after leaving the club Jeremy got into his car and programmed the address Sean had gave him into the gps. He knew roughly where it was at but didn't know the exact location. It was on the other end of the city, while it wasn't exactly a gang controlled area, it was an industrial area that had mostly been abandoned. The few factories that were still in operation were on the verge of shutting down. The mayor was actually running this campaign to re-boost the economy of the city, and one of his proposals was to rebuild that part of the city and get it operational again. Tax incentives so businesses would operate out of the city.. It was mostly the kind of BS that most politicians sprout out as it had been over two years since such claims and nothing had really changed. He stopped at the designated location, and as he looked up at where it was it looked like a shut down factory, though he couldn't tell what kind.. There was no distinctive sign or banner out front. It was a three story brick building, and from the looks of it there wasn't anyone around.. Perhaps Freddy wasn't comfortable being in some gang area and demanded a neutral location? Though that was all speculation on Jeremy's part.. Still.. It looked like the location was abandoned, which was good in terms of a location for a rescue attempt.. Jeremy was about to get out and check the place out when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Sean that read 'I don't care what your emergency was, you still have a job to do. Get your ass back to The Rabbit. You know how important this shit with Freddy is. I can't have you disappearing on me. This is ALL our asses on the line. Get back here, NOW!' Jeremy groaned as his hands slammed against the steering wheel “Fuck..” He said to himself. Jeremy really had no choice but to head back, after all Sean could just as easily decide to have someone else escort Freddy, which would not bode well at all. As he drove back he sent Jeff a text while he was stuck on a red light. '1808 Shelton Way. 3 story brick building. Looks deserted. I think we can make this work. I didn't get time to go inside. I'm supposed to have Freddy there by 6. Don't know when they're bringing Reagan. Fill in Roger and you guys find a place to wait for me. Even if Reagan is there first NONE of you makes a move until I get there okay? Remember what I said. We gotta do this smart!' A few minutes later there was a text that read 'Got it, Roger and I are heading out there now.'





She felt a dull ache between her legs though she remained in darkness... She let out a low groan however it felt more like a vibration, the ripples revealed another ache that seemed to run half way down her throat. The noise was the first thing that became coherent. The repetitive grunts seemed somehow familiar as her eyes slowly opened. She was still on her back, her body jerked back and forth as a large black man continued to fuck her. Standing overhead was Lester with his camcorder. Her eyes darted around in panic as she saw a group of leering eyes looking down at her. They weren't the same eyes from before, as a matter of fact it was a different group of men altogether.. Reagan had no idea how much time had passed, or how many men had used her.. What she did know was that her body had been in a constant stage of abuse while she was unconscious. A man knelt down in front of her head, giving her cheek a harsh SLAP he lined the head of his cock against her lips. A man that was standing watch complained “Bitch's up? The fuck.. Ain't that some shit, sleepin it off, c'mon man, I called dibs on that mouth.” The man who had his cock around her lips forced himself into her mouth and responded to the other man “Fuck you Ty, you've already fucked her ass twice, I've been waiting for an hour for this!”

The man that was fucking Reagan continued for some time as did the man who was fucking her throat. There were various men around her who were touching, groping, and pulling on every available part of her. Her body ached everywhere she was touched and from the sound of it the men weren't anywhere near being done with her. “Fuck.. Guys.. I'm not saying it again. It's fucking past noon already. Y'all don't get the fuck off of her and YOU guys can explain to Tony why she fucked her deadline. The men scoffed and bitched as if they had no intention of parting with her, especially the two men that were eagerly making use of her body in that moment. However the men knew better than to fuck around if the order came directly from Tony. Both the men who were fucking Reagan continued to do so, clutching at her harder, battering away at her body until each had cum. One inside her, the other down her throat. Both men pulled away as Lester stood over her with the lens of his camera. Her assault had momentarily stopped however none of the men were quite ready to move away. “Get up Ten, C'mon.. We're already late. MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS!” Lester hollered to get Reagan into shape.

Reagan strained just to sit up right, the moment she raised herself onto her feet she fell back onto the mattress and groaned out in pain. “Fuck.. We don't have time for this.. Ty, pick her up and take her back to Tony's unit” Ordered Lester. Ty scoffed “Fuck that.. I ain't picking that nasty bitch up.. Boss didn't say shit about us taking her back.. That's YOUR Fuken job Les” While it was true that Lester commanded SOME respect amongst the men, it was only to a point, and in the mind of the group he was already the bad guy from taking away their play toy. “Fuck... Fuck!” Muttered Lester as he set down the camera. He crouched down next to Reagan, the scent of cum, sweat and other bodily fluids was nauseating to Lester as he wrapped one arm around her back, and the other under her knee. He lifted her up and cradled her against his chest. The other men couldn't help but laugh it out as Lester carried her off.

Jessica was in Tony's unit when there was a loud kicking sound banging against the door. “I fucking swear that better be you Lester!” Warned Jessica. While it was true that even amongst the gang Jessica was treated like a common whore most of the time, when it came to orders given by Tony no one fucked with her, which was exactly why Jessica was talking to Lester the way she was. “Yah.. It's me.. Just.. Open the fucking door alright?”

Jessica quickly paced over to the door, unlocking it and swinging it wide open. Her eyes widened as all she could say was “Hooo leeee shit!” There was a moment of silence before Lester said “Hey.. This shit is on you.. What did ya say? Tony doesn't care what we do?” Jessica rolled her eyes “Yeah yeah.. I wasn't sayin shit about that” She quickly retorted back as her attention turned to Reagan “I don't care how badly you're hurting.. Your ass needs to clean up. Your little 'party' with Freddy isn't till tonight but Tony said to have you ready WAY sooner than that.” She then looked over to Lester and said “Bring her in.. Take her to the bathroom and make sure she doesn't touch ANYTHING.. Got it?” Lester gave a nod as he carefully started to navigate through the living room are while carrying Reagan who had been nothing but a cum dumpster for dozens upon dozens of men for the past few hours. “So where is Tony anyway?” Asked Lester. Jessica followed behind “Dono, apparently he has something going on. Said that you're taking her to the meet with Freddy. Better get your shit together. Fuck just keep your phone close, hes either gonna text or call with details.. All I know is Freddy wanted her for the night so you MIGHT be stuck babysitting.. Dono yet..” Said Jessica. Lester groaned “Ugh.. Fucking great...”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan cried as she returned to the room where she had previously been kept, her arms now around Lester's neck, thankful that the man who had raped her first this morning was now her lone savior from the room full of men. She didn't comprehend, didn't understand so much. Instinctively she knew why a man, or in this case men, would want to have sex with her. Her mind corrected itself....why they would want to fuck her. She did not understand the need to hurt her. Her face felt warm, a dull ache from where the first man in the room had struck her and where one of the last had reinforced the first's angry intent. She sobbed at the simple thought that she was so small, and never smaller, and that they had been so big and so harsh. She could still feel their thighs against the palms of her hands where she had tried to push away, the strain on her hips where she had tried to keep her legs closed to no avail. The slow, drooling drip of so many of them from the lips of her pussy, from her ass, and along her thighs. She was grateful the charmeuse had been returned in one piece and that Lester let her put it on for the walk back. It was the only armor she had. Her legs beneath it trembled as she tried to maintain a curled position in Lester's arms, though the pain in her body made it difficult.

"Thank you," her voice, trembling and scratchy from the abuse her throat had taken, trailed off as she spoke to Lester. "Thank you," she repeated, barely the sound of a whisper. She jolted with the first report of shoe against the door to her room.

“I fucking swear that better be you Lester!” Reagan felt more tears in her already red eyes at the sound of Jessica's voice. Jessica had been the reason this endeavor began. Reagan would never forget that. Jessica was the reason she had fought off Freddy at the Rabbit, and now it was Jessica who would feed her to him. She hated the girl she once knew, whether that was in reference to Jessica or herself.

Why bother? Reagan thought to herself. Why fight this?

“Yah, it's me," Lester shouted, reminding her all at once of everything and everyone she had experienced since she had been here. "Just...open the fucking door alright?” He said, reminding her she was not yet finished.

“Hooo leeee shit!” Jessica said, prompting the girl to bury her face in the crook of Lester's neck, fearing any assessment of whatever it was that Jessica was seeing.

“Hey," Lester replied. "This shit is on you. What did ya say? Tony doesn't care what we do?” Reagan made no effort to move. No effort to push onward through the moment. She had never wished for death though felt like she soon would.

“I don't care how badly you're hurting," she heard Jessica's voice high over her shoulder. "Your ass needs to clean up. Your little 'party' with Freddy isn't till tonight but Tony said to have you ready WAY sooner than that.”

"Don't make me go," Reagan pleaded, her face not moving from hiding against Lester's shoulder. Jessica ignored her plea.

“Bring her in. Take her to the bathroom and make sure she doesn't touch ANYTHING. Got it?” When Jess spoke, Reagan felt Lester move beneath her, carrying her once more. In moments, amidst a few final words between Lester and Jessica, Reagan found herself dropped in a heap on the bathroom floor.

"I hope Freddy likes you," Lester said just before stepping out. "He's not usually one for leftovers." Reagan felt a chill spread through her entire nervous system as Lester left her alone. A moment later, Jessica was at the door. Saying nothing she stepped past the girl reporter and filled the room with the sound of water running. In only a second or two, she commanded the girl into the tub. Reagan mustered every ounce of energy and lunged past Jessica who needed only put a single arm out at Reagan's waist to stop her since she had no strength from the day's events. Jessica gave out a cruel laugh as Reagan collapsed into sobs at the realization that she was going nowhere. Jessica turned her around and patted her hip, closer to her ass.

"Arms up, sweet girl," she instructed, to which Reagan did as she was told, too sore and tired to fight. Her eyes raised to the mirror as Jessica stepped back to take in her naked body. She sighed. "Baby you are going to have some bruises," she said.

No shit, Reagan thought, but only nodded to herself.

"Come on, get in the tub," Jessica said, her tiny measure of sympathy now finished. Reagan stepped into the tub and sat down, shivering at the freezing cold water. "Trust me," Jessica continued. "Cold water is going to help you be ready for later." Reagan looked up at Jessica with her green eyes and over chattering teeth. She felt a searing sharp pain between her legs and wondered if she had been torn already. She examined the water for blood and saw none, then curled her knees to her chest as she sobbed.

"What will he do to me?" She asked her keeper about Freddy.

"Anything he wants," Jessica replied, colder than the water surrounding her. "And if you play nice, he might play not-so-nasty." She stepped away to leave the restroom. "But don't count on it." She said. She turned just before leaving and gave precious few instructions. "Shave everything. Smell good. Your clothes are on the counter." She finally left, slamming the door with a terse pull. For the next hour, Reagan had the time to clean up thoroughly and rest, though no amount of time would be enough.

Jessica waited for her in the main living area, content to watch some nondescript daytime television, while waiting for further instructions. Suddenly the phone warbled and she picked it up.

"Hey Tony," she said, knowing nobody else would be calling. She took a nearby pad of paper and pen and wrote down some information. "Yeah, she's beaten up a little, but she'll be ready." She listened further. "No!" Jessica continued. "You said they could do whatever they want." She paused at length. "Well I'm sorry, Tony, you know these guys. You know that some of them like to hit us." She listened further as the conversation stopped. "Yes. Yes I got it. Yeah that too." And finally she nodded and told Tony she would be where he instructed her to go with Reagan. "I gave her some cute tan shorts and a little sporty tank top," she grinned at the sound of approval from the other side. "Yes," she continued. "boy shorts." She glanced at the direction of the bathroom where the reporter remained. "We are going to put ribbons in her hair too," Jessica paused, this time only for effect. "I think she'll look like she's about 15." She rolled her eyes once more. "Well, yeah, except for the bruises, but you know Freddy....he'll love her." She listened a bit more, then hung up the phone.

Two hours later, after helping Reagan fix her hair and put on makeup to cover up her battered face such that she looked both fresh and nearly new, the reporter came out of the restroom looking like a mid-teen aged version of herself, a thick leather belt over the waistband of her shorts, and some short socks and ankle boots that matched her black tank top. The outfit was something straight from the stages of the Rabbit, and perhaps straight from the local high schools' girls' wardrobe. Jessica took her in, head to toe.

"Freddy's going to like you," was all she said, prompting yet another face full of tears for Reagan. "Stop," her voice suddenly got terse. "You do NOT want to ruin your makeup," she continued. "Especially not tonight, unless you want Freddy to do worse than what the men did downstairs." She stepped near, taking a tissue and dabbing Reagan's eyes as she sobbed, unable to speak more words at the moment. When she had done so, she once again opened the door and called for Lester.

"I'm taking Little Bit here to the Delton and leaving her in the Presidential Suite," Jessica told the henchman. Lester put a look on his face as if to mock Freddy and the hoity-toity treatment he always seemed to receive.

"Perks of being number 2, I guess, huh?" Lester snarked. After a pause, he realized another shoe was about to drop. "What are you not telling me?" He asked the girl.

"You are meeting Freddy at the old social club on Shelton Way, sneaking him into the warehouse delivery garage across from the Delton, and he's going to take the tunnel over from the garage. Nobody is allowed to come with him or else he doesn't even go to the garage. Then we take them back when he is done, whenever that is" Jessica crossed her arms with a smirk.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lester asked the girl.

"Nope," she replied, still grinning. "Looks like both of us get to babysit tonight."

 

[Evolutions]

Special Agent Reid had been up all night going through the case files. The sex trade and human trafficking were generally crimes that were generated outside of the States, sure some of it trickled over however it was generally up to the international community to work together and cooperate since the ring itself involved various countries. What most people didn't know was the fact that in the last decade there had been a huge spike in the sex trade as far as America was concerned. Prostitution was certainly involved however this American based ring wasn't just in the business of selling sex but selling women as well. The FBI had lost two of its female agents that had gone undercover in the past three years. They're presumed dead however officially they are MIA. It was hard for Reid to tell where the case began and where it ended. The problem itself seemed a lot bigger than anyone was willing to admit, and due to the nature of the problem it seemed corruption impeded all progress. The case also showed a link between the sex trade and the drug trade. The dots were easy enough to connect, just hard to prove in a tangible way that would lead to the source.

While throwing someone undercover was still an option, it was a dangerous one.. Reid wasn't sure how much of the report he could trust. All of the evidence, all the trails seemed to lead to one city... THE city.. Just the day before a call had come into the bureau in regards to a contractor for the very city, a contractor named Angelo Cannavale. It was a case that the FBI and the Marshal's were working on together. While someone washing ashore chopped up into piece was par the course for someone in the drug trade, it was hardly a standard fate for a city contractor. What had initially gotten Reid interested in that particular case was the rumors that Angelo was in part connected with the budding sex trade. The message that the Marshal had left said that there was a girl who called Angelo's number, dropping the name Tony. The name Tony had never come up in the case files however it was a lead.. The Marshal had already gotten the call traced back to its origin. The number belonged to a Becky Davis, an eighteen year old, the account itself was under the name Sean Davis, who was no doubt the girl's father. “Davis... This is my starting point..” Reid said to himself....



“You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would” Sean said to Jeremy as the time for Freddy's arrival got closer and closer. In the past Jeremy hadn't exactly been subtle when it came to how he felt about Freddy and his little 'influence' on the girls at the club. “Not like it would make a difference right? I just wanna get this over with” Said Jeremy who was at the bar, momentarily leaving his post to get the final details about escorting Freddy. The reality was that nothing had changed for Jeremy, he felt nothing but disgust for a man like Freddy, however he had to feign indifference in front of Sean since HIS plan was to rescue Reagan. What Jeremy would have liked to do was bring Sean into what he was doing as Sean had always seemed to be a pretty stand up guy in the past, however given the fact that Sean was in part arranging for Reagan to be used meant that Sean's judgment wasn't exactly in the right place as of late, and so Jeremy just played dumb. It was a little past 5pm and things within the club were still rather quiet, though they'd start picking up within the hour as the work day was ending.

“Ah shit.. He's here.” Said Sean as Freddy started to make his way over to the bar. “Hit me up with something strong Seany boy!” Said Freddy as he sat down beside Jeremy at the bar. “Let's just go, I'm sure you're anxious to see her right?” Said Jeremy as he stood up off the stool. Freddy however didn't change his demeanor at all. “Oh I've got all night with that little slut, right now I'm in the mood to celebrate.” Said Freddy as he downed the shot of whiskey that Sean had poured out. He gave Jeremy a pat on the back and said “Don't worry boy-o, you'll know when I'm ready.. Besides... Don't you have a job to do?” Jeremy gritted his teeth as he stood there though he didn't say anything in response. He turned to Sean who gave him a slight nod, after which he made his way to the entrance of the club. “So.. Who's working the stage today? Shit.. Where's Claire? Gotta tell ya man.. You need to get her out from behind the counter and on that stage more.. That girl has the right stuff.” Said Freddy as he motioned for Sean to pour him another shot. Sean had figured out some time ago that there wasn't any point in trying to argue or reason with Freddy, the best he could do was try to manage him, give him what he wanted, and get him out of the club as soon as possible. “Yeah.. Claire isn't too bad, shes out sick today. Crystal is getting ready for the stage now, got a new girl coming in tomorrow, we'll have to see how it works out” Said Sean. While Freddy was interested in the thought of a new girl, the moment Sean had mentioned Crystal, Freddy's attention was locked on her, as it had been some time since he had buried his cock in that tight young body.

For Freddy Reagan was still the prize, however Freddy was more like a petulant child who liked getting his way more than anything. To Freddy it was the victory and dominance he craved. Reagan had been something that he had been denied for some time, and the more he was deprived of her, the more he wanted her, even though for someone like Freddy he had an array of girls at his disposal. As far as Reagan was concerned he had already won. She was hidden away somewhere waiting for him, and once he finally got to her he'd definitely make good use for her. Yet in the time being he wasn't above gloating and warming himself up with an appetizer by the name of Crystal. Sean was getting ready to pour another shot when Freddy stopped him, instead taking the bottle from Sean. “Send Crystal to my usual booth, oh and I don't want any other girls on the stage.” Said Freddy, exercising a little bit of his will as he made his way through the relatively empty tables and towards the booths at the back.

Again, Sean didn't even bother to put up a fight, he was essentially throwing Crystal to the wolves, so to speak, though it was hardly the first time he'd done so. As Sean entered the changing room Crystal was just finishing with her makeup, sitting in front of the mirror in a red vest and matching thong. She noticed Sean in the mirror and gave him a beaming smile “Hey Sean. Did ya need anything, I still have 5 minutes before I'm up right?” She said softly, since Sean didn't abuse any of the girls they were all used to Sean coming and going from the changing room. “You're fine, but I need you in booth 6, now” Replied Sean. Crystal's shoulders dropped, as did her gaze from the mirror “Oh.. Is it okay if I take a few hrs off after?” She asked. All the girls knew how Freddy could get, It was one of those things that they just accepted. It wasn't ideal however if they weren't at The Rabbit they'd most likely be working the streets, and NO girl wanted that. So in retrospect Freddy was a necessary compromise. Most of the time Sean was very understanding when it came to Freddy so it wasn't an unreasonable request on her part. Of course she had no idea what kind of mood Freddy was in, however when it came to that particular man, all the girls expected the worse. Sean wanted to give her some time off however Freddy had specifically demanded that she go on straight after, no doubt to torture the poor girl even after he was done with her. All Sean could do was hope that Freddy would leave shortly after he was done with Crystal, after which he'd pull her off stage. Of course Sean couldn't exactly say that to her either. “No... There's no one else here tonight, you gotta work your shift regardless. Now get to that damn booth!” Sean said sharply. Crystal started saying “O” but Sean had already left, which prompted her to whisper “Kay” softly to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, letting out a big exhale as she stood up and left the dresser. She walked across the stage, glancing over at the tables, seeing a few occupants starting to slowly flood in.

The music from the stage was seeping into the booth, however the song itself was mostly unintelligible, the most predominant sound being the thumping base that bled through the wall. Just the sight of Crystal stepping into the booth was enough give Freddy a very wide grin. “H-hey Freddy..” She said with a forced smile. The girl may have been good when it came to moving her body on stage, however she was far from an actress, and still hadn't learned to fully mask how she was feeling. It was one of the reasons that Freddy liked her so much, in a lot of ways she was still very fresh, and even though he had violated her more than a handful of times, she still felt.. Pure somehow.. “I have missed that tight little cunt of yours, hell even those tiny tits are fucking amazing.. Take of that stupid fucking vest and get that ass of yours over here!” Demanded Freddy. “Y-yeah.. Sure” Crystal muttered as she pulled back the vest, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, standing there in nothing but her thong and heels. Freddy got up from his seat and met Crystal half way, he grabbed her by her upper arm which made Crystal squeal, however Freddy paid it no mind as he walked to the corner of the room and pinned her chest against the wall. He released her arm only to grab her by the back of her neck. The other hand impatiently slapped her inner thighs “Cmon, cmon.. Spread those fucking legs, I've got places to be!” Hissed Freddy. Crystal was in no position to disobey.. More than that she knew that it didn't matter if she obeyed or not.. To her Freddy was a man of no rhyme or reason, if he wanted to be soft and gentle, he would. If he wanted to punish her and hurt her, then that would be exactly what he'd do. She parted her legs as he had demanded, and no sooner had she done so did Freddy grab the crotch of her thong and yanked it to the side. He continued to hold her in place by the back of her neck, even though he had no reason to do so since Crystal really wasn't going anywhere.

Freddy huffed behind her, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone made her shiver, even though she had already known what was about to happen. Freddy was already fully erect as he grabbed a hold of his shaft, and as he held her by her neck he took a step forward, the head of his cock running along the crack of her ass. The precum already leaving a translucent snail like trail. Just like all of Crystal's other assaults at the hands of Freddy, a condom was completely out of the question. “Which one baby.. You want me to full up that cunt? Or should I just shove this dick up your ass hmm?” Freddy asked. Crystal remained silent, which only made Freddy chuckle as the head of his cock lined up against the entrance of her pussy. The mushroom tip pushed into her, and as clockwork her whole body shuddered in disgust. The head continued to push in until it had disappeared completely. Crystal's body adjusted the best it could as she remained pinned against the wall. The head of his cock throbbed inside her, and instead of beginning Crystal's punishment Freddy just held his cock in place. “No.. This doesn't feel right...” And with that Freddy pulled back, the head making a wet 'pop' as it fell out.

Crystal's palms were up against the wall, however as he pulled out her hands formed into fists. The head of his cock lined up at the entrance of her ass, and unlike before how he had taken his time, this time the head forced its way into her. Freddy's other hand wrapped tighter around the back of her neck, almost as if he were throttling her as more of his cock sank into her ass. “Have you... Been... Fucking around behind my back you little slut?” Freddy hissed with half his cock inside her. He released the shaft and gave her petite ass cheek a hard slap “Bitch! I'm talking to you!” Growled Freddy. “No.. No... I haven't” Crystal whimpered. “I'm just fucking with ya kid.. I know Sean puts that ass of yours to work.” Groaned Freddy as he started to pump his cock into her, feeding her more of his cock each time he thrust into her. “If my daughter had a tight ass like this... Better believe I'd put her to work” Huffed Freddy, his cock driving deeper and deeper into her, and just as he buried the entire length inside her his whole body leaned forward, pressing itself against her. Pinning her VERY tightly between him and the wall. “Feel.... That?... Do you... Fucking... Feel it?” Freddy whispered into her ear. Between the pain and disgust all Crystal could do was frantically nod her head. “I can't hear you!” Snapped Freddy. “Y-Yes... Yes!” Crystal squealed, her voiced laced with a heavy layer of pain. “Tell me to fuck that ass you worthless little cunt!” Growled Freddy as he started to pump into her, continuing to pin her with his body, and each time his hips thrust into her his body would SLAM against her petite frame. “Fu-Fuck me... Pl... Please” Crystal sobbed, no longer being able to hold her composure.

Her unwilling cooperation wasn't anywhere near close to what Freddy wanted as he wrapped his other fist in her hair and JERKED her head back causing Crystal to scream out at the top of her lungs, a reaction that no man had been able to evoke from her in all of her previous humiliations she had suffered. Though Crystal herself had never cried out like that, there had been a few girls in the past that had been roughed up, and the moment a girl cried out, or screamed for help Jeremy had burst into the booth and straightened out the men who were getting out of line. Freddy continued to pump away, not concerned in the least by Crystal's scream. A moment passed, then another... And another... There would be no rescue for Crystal as Freddy continued to slam into her like a relentless animal. “Louder.. I want this entire goddamn place to hear you... Now beg.... Beg me to fuck you Crystal.. BEG me to fuck that ass!” Demanded Freddy. “Please.. Please... PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!” Yelled out Crystal. To which Freddy growled again “You're starting to piss me off kid.. I said.. FUCKING..... LOUDER!!” As he pulled on her hair again, causing Crystal to let out almost a deafening scream. “Thaaats it... THAT is how I want you to scream out.. THAT is how I want you to beg!” Said Freddy. Crystal was on the verge of a breakdown already, and barely five minutes had passed. Before Freddy could add to her continuing assault Crystal SCREAMED out “PLEEEEASE FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS... JUST FUCK ME. RAPE MY ASS HAAAARD!”

Freddy obliged as he upped the pace, his thrusts were so hard, and so fast that there was a wet audible slap each time his cock disappeared into her ass, the wet slap was accompanied by the sound of a low thud as her body pushed back against the wall. Freddy continued to punish her, as Crystal screamed out all sorts of lewd and degrading things in an effort to just get Freddy to cum, so her ordeal would just end. Every so often Freddy would slap her body, or pull on her hair while thrusting into her, which would force her to let out another agonizing scream at the top of her lungs. The punishment went on, and on and on, to a point where Crystal had no idea how much ACTUAL time had passed, and as the punishment continued, the pain never dulled. The humiliation, the sickening feeling in her gut just seemed to get worse. Despite knowing better, despite knowing that things could get much worse, Crystal's body and mind simply couldn't hold out anymore. “HEEEELP. PLEEEEEEEEEASE!” Crystal screamed out in a screechy voice.

Freddy wasn't concerned in the least, as a matter of fact as Crystal's facade fell, his own arousal came to a head. Crystal was just a warm up, and as forceful as he was being with her, she really was nothing more than a helpless little fuck toy at his disposal, his REAL prize was still Reagan. Between Crystal's deafening screams, when she would let out a sob, or pause to take a breath, Freddy could hear scuffling right outside the booth, as well as some murmuring, however no one seemed to interfere. Without giving her any warning Freddy yanked his cock out of her completely, and as he released her Crystal's body fell to her knees, however her release was short lived as Freddy reached down and grabbed her with a fistful of her hair.

Crystal screamed out again, clenching her eyes tightly shut as she felt her head being pulled. A moment later she felt something hard and wet slap against her cheek. It was Freddy's hard cock. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!” Freddy huffed as he jerked on her hair again, his other hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock as he rubbed the head against her lips, trying to forced his cock into her mouth, the very same cock that had brutally been punishing her ass only moments ago. “OPEN. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH. NOW!!” Growled Freddy, not waiting for her to respond as he forced his cock into her mouth. He was mere seconds away from blowing his load and there was only one place he wanted to do it.. In her mouth. The head of his cock had JUST passed the threshold of her teeth as the shirt quirt shot into her mouth. Just as his semen hit the back of her mouth, it was assaulted yet again as his cock delved deeper into her mouth. Not stopping at the back of her mouth, and as he came his cock traveled deeper into her, the mushroom tipped head lodging itself into her throat as both hands clamped down onto her skull. Holding her in place.

“FUCKING FUCK!!” Freddy bellowed out as he unloaded into her throat. Each hand was like a vice on Crystal's head. Even when he felt her hands on his thighs, even when he felt her nails scratching at him, trying to free herself, even then Freddy wasn't phased. Her mouth was nothing more than a hole in which he wanted to deposit his cum, it didn't matter if she wanted it or not, or even if she could breathe for that matter.. He held her in place even after he was done cumming.. His cock throbbed in her mouth, and throat.. Crystal's tear filled eyes looking up at him, begging, pleading the only way it could. Her face reddened as her eyes widened.. She was almost at a point where she was seeing spots as she got ready to pass out, and it wasn't until THEN that Freddy finally released her.. His slippery wet cock slid out of her mouth like a wet snake as Crystal inhaled a deep breath, the exhale being almost an inhuman SCREAM!

Freddy had discarded her presence entirely for the time being as he caught his own breath, recovering from a very intense orgasm. A few moments later he huffed “Christ.. Stop being such a goddamn baby.” As he reached down and pulled up his pants. Freddy casually got dressed, making himself look presentable, all while feeling almost proud of the whimpering mess of a girl he had created just a foot away. As he was getting ready to walk out he looked over at Crystal one last time. He paused as if he was going to say something, however no words came out. As he exited the booth both Sean and Jeremy were RIGHT outside, it almost looked as if Sean was holding Jeremy back. None of which concerned nor bothered Freddy in the least, in his mind neither Sean nor Jeremy had the balls to make a move against him.

As Sean stood there he could hear Crystal's whimpers and cries coming from the booth, however he didn't make any acknowledgment of it. “Jeremy.. Get him where he needs to be..” Sean said flatly to Jeremy, after all that WAS Jeremy’s job for the evening. More than that Sean just wanted to get Jeremy out of the building. Both Jeremy and Sean had been standing outside the booth for a few minutes before Freddy had come out, and while they couldn't look into the booth, each of them had a VERY clear idea of what was happening in there given the sounds and screams coming from Crystal. Jeremy looked at Sean, then back at Freddy, as he remained silent. “Alright champ, lets go!” Said Freddy enthusiastically. “Lets go..” Said Jeremy, almost gritting his teeth as he turned and started to walk away. Freddy followed close behind. With the two gone, Sean let out a sigh, taking in a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for what he would see in the booth once he stepped in.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The black Nissan 370z rumbled through the city streets before turning onto the loop surrounding the city's outer boroughs. The two girls inside didn't speak until the one in the passenger seat began to sniffle, raising one of her cuffed hands up to line out a tiny tear welling in her eye. Jessica looked to her right, then looked back to the road.

"You are going to survive this," she said, her words of empathy failing to match her unsympathetic tone. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "We all do." Reagan looked at the girl she once new in disbelief, unable to be satisfied with the thought that it was her effort to save the person driving her to her next level of hell that took her down the path that got her here. She clenched her teeth, furious, before turning back to look at the road before them. Her words were soft, her fury now subdued as she spoke.

"We can leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jessica looked at her, saying nothing. Reagan spoke again. "We can get out of this life." The girl turned again to the driver. Jessica pressed her lips into a tight expression and watched the road again.

"No," she said.

"Jessica," Reagan replied. "We can! Just take the 95 to the Mill Plaza exit and we can go to the..."

"Shut up!" Jessica said, cutting her off. A tiny moment passed as she looked once more upon the captive. "It's out of the question." The girls drove in silence a bit more.

"Why is it out of the question?" Reagan asked. Jessica said nothing. It was her turn to clench her jaw, a detail that Reagan did not miss. "Tell me." A few more silent moments passed. Jessica's eyes turned toward an exit in a sparsely populated area, then she pulled off the highway, finding an old, shuttered gas station, where she pulled near the building and threw the car in park. She turned off the lights and turned toward Reagan.

"You don't know anything about Tony yet," Jessica said.

"Jessica," Reagan began. "We can get out...."

"No!" Jessica interrupted again. "Listen to me." She looked at her watch. "Tony is connected, okay?" She said, as if the junior reporter didn't know and as if her exposition of just that fact hadn't caused her so much pain.

"I know," Reagan said. "The mayor. Freddie. I know."

"No," Jessica said again. "I'm talking kings. Presidents. Sultans."

"Sultans?"

"Yes." Reagan tempered the sincere interest this information brought to her. The story was bigger than she had known, perhaps. She wondered if it were possible that Freddie and the Mayor were smaller fish than she had even considered.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked her driver. "We can go to the FBI offices, or across state lines to the police there," she again implored.

"The feds," Jessica said, haltingly. "They just turn away if you're not a terrorist or a murderer," she reported. "And the police across the state line? Who do you think secures the docks where girls like you and I are shipped in and out to the kings and the sultans in exchange for the occasional use of our services." She let the words hang in the air. Her eyes narrowed, and Reagan could not read the flash in them to know whether it was a thought that was shrewd or evil. She could not tell, in this moment, what side Jessica was on.

"What do we do?" Reagan asked.

"You go to the Delton and you entertain Freddie."

"He is going to hurt me," Reagan whimpered.

"Yes," Jessica said. "He will." She started the car and let it run softly before giving her final, definitive thoughts. "But I can't help you if you get shipped overseas. The men in the middle east will do things that will make you think Freddie is the best lover you've ever had." She got no response from Reagan who again turned to look out the window. "I mean it," Jessica snapped. "Those three girls that disappeared from the mall on their lunch break at the high school? The cheerleaders?" Jessica opened her phone's photo window and pulled up a screenshot of three young women, in various stages of repose and, for the men in the scenes, recreation. The final photograph showed their body parts strung along a wire above a pit of feral hogs, somewhere in a land far away, where no trace of them surely remained now. She put her phone away as Reagan recoiled at what she had seen. "You will disappear," Jessica said. "And it will happen fast. All it takes is for Freddie to see no further use for you, or for Tony to decide you're bad for his local clientele. Those girls?" She asked again. "They ran. They got too close to the sun." She said. Her tone suddenly changed to the closest thing Reagan had heard to something nice since she had been captive. "I can't help you get out of here, if you aren't here. So play along until something breaks." As Jessica pulled away from the gas station and headed once more to the Delton, Reagan wondered if the something was her.

*****​

Becky pulled a short, form fitting purple dress over her head, then smoothed it down along her hips and thighs. She thought it would be ideal for prom later that year. It was short, and cute, revealing enough to do the trick. And she thought if she teased her hair out a bit, before pulling it into something of a messy ponytail, then put on some lipstick, classic red, which would not go unnoticed against her lightly tan complexion, then her date, whoever it might ultimately be, would not be displeased. As she stood in the mirror of the dressing room at the mall, she heard her phone warble on the mantle built into the tiny quarters' corner. A thrill went up her spine. She wondered if the man from earlier had responded. She grabbed the phone, perhaps too eagerly, only to see it was simply some nothing message from a friend. She sighed before getting undressed and putting the dress back on the hangar, and hanging it up, prepared to purchase it once she got dressed once more. She reached for her discarded clothes and as she stood up, she took a moment to glance at herself in the mirror. She grinned at what she saw, not at all lacking in confidence. Her phone buzzed once more.

"Where are you at?" The text message from Sean read.

"At the mall," she replied, before sliding into her shorts and shirt again.

"Call me when you get home," Sean replied once more. Her dad was acting weird. She wondered if it had anything to do with the mysterious Tony and the more mysterious Angelo Cannavale. She didn't respond further, gathering up the dress and taking it to check out.

*****​

Jeremy nodded his head in the direction of the parking lot, and Freddy simply followed. The bouncer wanted to have no words with the degenerate, nor did he want to take him on this ride. What he wanted to do was bury a shell from one of the .45s under his seat in the man's skull and drop him off in the barrens just west of the city. But he knew that would not get him closer to his objective. He wondered what Roger and Jeff were doing at that moment, worried that Roger might try something dumb. The silence was broken as the two men approached Jeremy's vehicle.

"So," Freddy said. "Reagan Tennyson." He gave a sigh. He got into the car and looked at Jeremy, now sitting at the wheel. He gave a shit-eating grin. "You fuck her?" He asked. Jeremy resisted the urge to respond. Freddy laughed. "I'll bet you want to." He watched as Jeremy put the SUV in drive and pulled out of the Lucky Rabbit lot. "After I open her up, I'll bet you won't anymore." Jeremy's jaw clenched as he told himself to say nothing. "Where is she?" Freddy asked, as a kid might ask what Santa Claus was bringing him. Jeremy shrugged.

"Mayfield Heights," he responded.

"The apartments?" Freddy recoiled. "That place is a dump."

"That's all I know, Freddy," Jeremy's voice took a bit of an edge.

"Doesn't matter," the city bigwig replied. "So long as there's a bed and that little girl in there." He chuckled again. "Be honest," he began another question of the bouncer. "You think she's going to break like Crystal does? Think she'll scream when I fuck her in the ass."

"That's enough!" Jeremy suddenly snapped, before going silent. Freddy grinned, having won his little game. He sat back and looked out the window. He spoke without turning back around.

"You like her," he mused. "I thought so." He let the silence fill the cab of the vehicle again. "I like her too." He grinned once more at the idea of not only abusing the girl he would not get to abuse, but also at the idea that somewhere, out in the night, Jeremy would maybe agonize over the knowledge that Reagan was being used in the worst ways. "But I get to have her," he continued. "And if you think taking me on this little trip gets you closer to saving her, Indiana Jones," he smiled wider than before. "You're wrong." He watched the road as the closed in on their destination. "Tony's not stupid. She's not at Mayfield Heights." Jeremy thought this statement was odd. He listened carefully. "One of Tony's guys are there, and he'll take me to wherever she is." Jeremy thought of the remarks and felt he had been punched in the gut. He knew Freddy wasn't lying. He had done this before. "Never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing." The car pulled into the lot of the Mayfield Heights apartments, before another, dark maroon, older model town car pulled in nearby as Freddy exited. A window in the town car rolled down and a shaggy, smaller, frazzled man nodded at Jeremy's former passenger.

"Get in Freddy," Lester said in a resigned tone, as if giving in to something unpleasant.

"See," Freddy said to Jeremy before closing the door and getting into the car with Lester. "The left hand is going to enjoy every inch of your girlfriend," he mocked the driver and the man looking for Reagan. "And we know what your right hand will be doing tonight too." Freddy slammed the door and he was off into the night, with Lester, headed to the Delton hotel.

 

[Evolutions]

To Freddy it seemed like he had waited forever to get a chance at Reagan. A man like Freddy certainly wasn't accustomed to having to wait for things, especially when it came to women. Reagan was now closer than ever, and that fact alone was making him anxious, it was as if the closer he got, the more impatient he got. “You sure we're gonna have enough privacy Les? This show has been a long time coming and it is going to get pretty fucking wild” Said Freddy as he rolled down his side of the window. Lester kept his eyes on the road, he had dealt with Freddy numerous times in the past, and given the kinds of things that Lester himself had done at Tony's command, he didn't exactly have a leg to stand on when it came to any kind of higher moral ground, and yet even HE didn't like Freddy. Lester loved having a taste of the women that came and went, and while he had done atrocious things to some of those women, for Lester it wasn't so much about abusing or humiliating the women, it was more about his own pleasure. It was odd, but it was Lester's own personal standard. Of course that wasn't to say that Lester wouldn't lead women into being used and abused, after all he still remembered very vividly Reagan's first gang rape, the one that Tony had Lester film.

Freddy was a very interesting man in the sense that he had found a niche for himself. A transitional position that a lot of people needed to go through in order to get what they wanted. Sure Freddy had a hefty little saving from all the bribes he had taken, however what he took pleasure in was the use and abuse of young women, something he made no secret of. After all given his certain position, those in business with him would have no choice but to deal with him. Lester however wasn't sure if the distaste he was feeling was due to the fact that he was driving Freddy, or that he was driving her towards Reagan. He'd never admit it out loud, however a part of him was warming up to Reagan. There was just something about her, something.. More than just sex. Lester still knew just how dangerous a thought that was, and even with his budding feelings for Reagan, he would sooner crush the poor girl's soul than to go against Tony. Which was the very reason that he hadn't said a word when Tony had asked him to make his current little errand. “The name is Lester, and yeah.. Delton is secure.. You know we don't fuck around with this shit. Three entire floors will be empty, with you in the middle.. You've got all night, but this isn't like our normal transactions, and you know damn well that this isn't going to be a regular thing” Said Lester.

Freddy knew exactly what Lester was getting at, given all the press around Reagan, as well as all the heat around her. There was even talks in the media that the FBI was involved, which was exactly why Reagan had to remain hidden, and the fact that Freddy had all but demanded an audience with her, just showed that all Freddy really cared about was himself. If Reagan did get rescued somehow, it could have very well meant the end to everything. Freddy scoffed “Fuck that.. Shes a cunt, no different than any other. I read up on the little bitch, it's fucking over for her. She played her hand and lost big, all she'll ever be good for is spreading her legs and opening that pretty little mouth of hers.. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you fuckers hoard that prime piece of ass!” Freddy said crudely.




Jessica pulled into the empty underground parking lot, the vehicle coming to a slow stop at the entrance of the tunnel. “Looks like we beat em here” Said Jessica as she turned of the engine and got out. She walked around to the other side of the car, opened the passenger door and uncuffed Reagan from the car, of course just as quickly she attached the other end of the cuffs to her other wrist. “Let's go.. Lets go!” Said Jessica almost impatiently, the tone being cold and emotionless, as if the conversation that they'd shared during the drive over had never happened. As Reagan refused to move Jessica had to reach in and grab Reagan by her wrist and pull her out, causing Reagan to stumble a few steps as she heard the passenger door slam behind her. Jessica then grabbed Reagan by her upper arm as she led her into the cold dark tunnel. It was the kind of empty abandoned place that a woman would never tread. Yet there was Reagan, wrists cuffed together, being led through the dark tunnel as if part of some prisoner exchange program. It was a good five minute walk, the end of which led to a large service elevator, one without a bellhop. Jessica pushed Reagan into the elevator as she stepped in a moment after. She pressed the button for the 7th floor, after which the noisy elevator began its loud journey. Jessica knew that Reagan wouldn't make a move on her own so she grabbed her upper arm again and gripped her tight as the elevator door opened.

The floor was brightly lit however there wasn't a single soul to be seen, except for what looked like a black man in a suit standing guard in front of one of the doors. The floor itself was dead quiet as if a pin could be heard if dropped. Finally they stopped at the door that the large black man was guarding. The room door was wide open. “Damn girl. Since when are you doing these drops?” Said the black man in a heavy voice. Jessica looked up to the man that was a foot taller with a smile “Tye? Mmm it's good to see you baby.” Said Jessica in a sweet and chipper tone, after all she knew what was expected of her, and given what she had gone through, when it came to the men in her life, all she really knew was to portray obedience and willingness. She finally released Reagan's upper arm as she reached up and embraced Tye, who leaned in and gave her a wet kiss, one hand reaching around and groping her ass cheek before he finally pulled away. “Special circumstances, gotta keep this one on the down low, got it?” Said Jessica. Tye looked back at Jessica, then over at Reagan. Tye however wasn't exactly Mr. current events, so he had no idea who Reagan was, however he knew what his job was, which wasn't to ask questions, especially if it came from Jessica, as a lot of the time she was one of the few people who spoke for Tony himself. “Got it. Well. Everything inside is ready” Said Tye. Jessica gave a nod as she asked “Yeah? The special staff is ready? What about the phones?” Jessica asked, referring to the portion of the hotel staff that was on call for whatever Freddy might need. “They're ready, and the phone doesn't dial out, all ya gotta do is pick up the receiver and our staff will be on the other end” Said Tye. Jessica gave another curt nod, knowing just how important some of their security measures were. “Good” Replied Jessica as she took a hold of Reagan's arm again and forced her into the large suite. Jessica lead her to the bed area before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the key to the cuffs. “Give me those..” Said Jessica as she grabbed Reagan's wrist, undoing one wrist, and then the other.

Jessica stood there for a moment, contemplating taking the cuffs with her, something that she should have done.. However instead she walked over to the nightstand and dropped the cuffs and the key next to the lamp. She turned back to face Reagan, and after a small pause of silence she said “Remember what I said. You'll survive this, just.. Do whatever he asks okay? He's just one man and this isn't your first rodeo.” It was about all the wisdom that Jessica was willing to share as she turned and left her alone in her prison.



Tony had all his ducks in a row, or at least all but Freddy. The man was a loose canon, but had always been controllable in the past. Yet even then Tony had a feeling that Freddy's cooperation was more a result of his own interests more than anyone he was in business with. This most recent thing with his demands on Reagan only confirmed his point. Which left Tony with a rather complicated problem. Dispatching someone was easily enough done in his line of work, however Freddy knew things.. There was no telling who a man like Freddy would have shared such information with. Freddy didn't seem like the kind of man who had a contingency plan, however he did seem like a man who liked to mouth off. Still.. Tony hoped that his relationship with Freddy could continue. While usually he didn't cater to the whims of those in business who were beneath him, given that he was not only familiar with Reagan, but was threatening to make a fuss, Tony had made an exception. That wasn't to say that Tony had given Freddy a free pass. In part Tony had agreed because he knew what Freddy would to do Reagan.. However that would be Freddy's only chance. What Freddy didn't know was it would be a one time meeting, and IF Freddy chose to push thing further then Tony would have to take his usual measures.

Work had occupied too much of Tony's mind as of late, and even though he had plenty of women to choose from in the form of a distraction, what he wanted was something new.. Someone new. He'd be lying to himself if he'd said he wasn't thinking about Sean's fine piece of ass of a daughter Becky. He was on the road as he pulled out his phone and sent Becky a quick text 'You home?' It was barely a minute before his phone chimed with a text that read 'Uhh yah, why?' Tony smiled to himself as he sent her another text 'I'll be there in about 20 minutes, put on something sexy' after which he turned off his phone, something he rarely did. It wasn't until he had turned off his phone that it occurred to him to ask if her father was home, though in all honesty that really wouldn't make much of a difference, even if Sean was there, he wouldn't have been able to stop Tony from taking out Becky.



“Fuck.... Fuck... FUCK!” Becky muttered to herself as she looked through her wardrobe for what to wear. The option of refusing what Tony had asked hadn't even crossed Becky's mind. The girl was 18 and more than ready to start living life. While boys had always shown interest in her, that is all they really were... Boys. She knew what they wanted, and how bad they were at trying to get it. The boys around her who did show her interest were the types who were fumbling over themselves due to their inexperience, most of them wouldn't even say the word sex out loud, let alone tell her to dress up in something sexy for them. Becky was also a sharp girl, the kind of girl who could be doing one thing and having a plethora of thoughts going through her mind at the same time. Tony was considerably older than her, not only old enough to be her dad but was her dad's friend.. Or at least knew him anyway. Even though her dad hadn't said too much in front of her, she was quick enough to pick up on his defensive body language... He did NOT want Tony in their home, which made Tony that much more appealing to her. That and Becky had a few questions of her own, like who Angelo Cannavale was? It was most likely nothing, she knew that businessmen trade cards all the time, she'd just made the mistake of calling the number printed on the card first, as opposed to the number Tony had written on the back. Not to mention the message that he had written. That Tony could tell her more about what her dad did.. If she wanted to know.

In the past she'd never really given it much thought, her dad being secretive about his work was just.. One of those things. He had given her some line about how it is classified work for the government, but she never REALLY believed that. Any time Becky brought it up it was like talking to a brick wall, and what made things harder was that her dad never brought home anyone from work. She had no idea where things would go with Tony, but if nothing else at least it could shed some light on her own father...



It was roughly around 20 minutes later that Tony pulled up outside Sean's house. He beeped the horn twice, waited a few second before beeping it a third time. A very rushed Becky stepped out, wearing a tight purple dress. She was a slender girl, if she dressed up a certain way she could probably pass for younger than eighteen. As she walked towards his car Tony could see just how uncomfortable she looked in the somewhat revealing dress, of course for Tony he had seen a LOT worse. He leaned over and opened the passenger side door from the inside. Becky gave a soft smile as she got inside and closed the door. “Umm.. Hi..” She said softly, her eyes trying to draw attention away from the fact that the dress was a little shorter than she'd imagined, and rode up a lot more than she would have liked when she was sitting. “Hey yourself” Tony said with a grin as he pulled onto the road. “So uh... Where are we going?” Becky asked as her heart raced. “That.. Is a surprise..” Said Tony with a wink, after which he added “Did you bring your phone?” Becky gave a nod. “Let me see it” Said Tony flatly. “Uhh...” Becky replied in an unsure tone however she pulled her iphone out of her purse. Tony kept one hand on the wheel as he took the phone out of her hands with the other. He switched it off before reaching over and placing it in the dash. Tony could see the look of panic in Becky's eyes, that moment when a person realizes they've made a huge and dangerous mistake. “Relax.. We don't need your dad burning up your phone.. I mean.. You're eighteen... You're your own woman.. Right?” Said Tony as he kept his eyes on the road. “So.. Still wanna know what your dad REALLY does for a living?” Asked Tony. The question was enough to distract Becky from her frightened state as she turned her head curiously “Are you using me because of some thing you have going with my dad?” Becky asked. When she was in her own state of mind Becky was pretty sharp, and she knew that if dad had in fact kept his real profession a secret for so long, obviously he didn't want her knowing about it. Tony let out a quick laugh, surprised that the girl was so quick, though it really didn't change much. “Maybe a little.. But.. I know that you still wanna know..... Well... Do you?” Tony asked challengingly.

There was a small moment of silence as Becky considered how to respond. The truth was that she did in fact want to know, however her dad was the only real family in her life. Someone that had love her and protected her her entire life, she had no idea if Tony was for real or not, yet either way it would be betraying her dad. “I'd feel better if maybe you just told me?” Said Becky with an inflection at the end. They were getting close to the heart of the city as Tony replied “We're kinda in the same business your dad and I.. We both run whores... Except your old man does it out of a strip club.” Immediately Becky responded with “Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? There's like.. No way. If it was true.. That would be disgusting, and if you do the same thing, what makes you think I'd see you in a better light?” Tony shrugged, his attention still on the road “I don't really think you care that much about the whore thing.. I'm sure what bothers you is the fact that your dad lied to you about something that big.”

Becky was once again speechless and wasn't sure what to say. Tony was wrong about one thing, if it was true that her dad ran a strip club it would bother her, and yet Tony WAS right about her being bothered more by the lying. “Yeah... Well.. I still don't believe it..” Said Becky, though already the tone of her voice lacked any conviction. Even though The Lucky Rabbit was right on the outskirts of the redlight district, Tony had deliberately driven through it. Tony's attention glanced over at Becky as he drove, watching her as she tried to act as if she wasn't looking at the women walking the streets, surprised that it it was legal for some of the women to be wearing as little as they were. “Look... I think I just wanna go home k?” Said Becky, looking down at her lap, and in doing so she shut her legs close together. “Relax we're not stopping here” Said Tony as he continued to drive, the outskirts of the red light district wasn't anywhere near as bright. The Lucky Rabbit came into view though Becky didn't think anything of it. Tony pulled into the parking lot of the bar across the road, though he stopped with his vehicle facing The Rabbit. He gave a nod with his head “There it is... That is where your old man works” Said Tony flatly.

Becky scoffed “I soo don't believe you.” as she pulled her hands off her lap and crossed her arms over her chest. “Tell ya what... If I'm right... You have to do one thing that I ask... Alright?” Said Tony with a grin. Becky kept her arms crossed, and even though she was a very dangerous situation with almost little to no say as to what would happen, she still had to try to remain composed. “You're not.. But even if I agree.. I'm not gonna fuck you and I'm not taking my clothes off!” Said Becky, trying to sound as demanding as possible. Tony chuckled again as he pulled out his phone and said casually“Fine” as he put his iphone on speaker and dialed up Sean's number.

It took a few moments before Sean answered “This better not be about Freddy, I did what you asked, had Jeremy take him to the drop off or wherever the fuck.” Said Sean, responding accordingly since he saw Tony's ID before answering the call. Becky sat and listened silently as Tony spoke next. “Don't worry about Freddy, I've got him under control.” Said Tony. An irritated Sean replied “Yeah.. That's what you said when all this Tennyson mess started... That Reagan girl has been nothing but trouble, everyone around her is going down, and I'm the one who'll get fucked before all this is over!” Becky's eyes widened as she heard the name Tennyson, then attached to the name Reagan. Reagan Tennyson was one of Becky's heroes, not that her dad knew that since he wasn't exactly attentive when it came to her interests. Becky had been following Reagan for a while, someone who Becky thought was an amazing role model. To Becky, Reagan was young and cute, but had already showed the world that she wasn't backing down, and when she exposed the corruption in the city police department a lot of very important heads had rolled. She'd started a new investigation, she had red a few of her bylines about some kind of possible gang related sex ring, however it was shortly after that that Reagan had disappeared.. Or at least the owner of the paper had certainly thought so.. 'Is.... My dad involved with what happened to Reagan?' Becky thought to herself, though she remained as quite as a mouse while the conversation between her dad and Tony continued.

“Just do your fucking job and everything will be fine.. I'm not calling about that anyway.. I have an event coming up in two days and I need one or two of your girls.” Said Tony. “Fuck.. I really hate it when you do this shit short notice. What kinda party? With all this Reagan shit going down I'm trying to stay away from the off book stuff.” Said Sean, once again feeling the strain of the situation Reagan had caused for him. “I need... At least two girls, one that is ready to fuck and suck, the other.. Most likely just a hostess.. Think you can pull that off?” Asked Tony. There was a short delay as a female voice was heard in the background, Sean could be heard saying “No Claire.. If you're on the stage I have no one to work the bar. I already told Crystal that shes gotta stick it out tonight. Tell her shes got thirty minutes to get her shit together, then I need her on the stage!” There was a little back and forth before Sean's attention returned to Tony “Yeah.. I mean yeah.. I can swing that, you need anything else?” Asked Sean. “Nah.. I'll send someone over to the club with the details.” Said Tony as he hung up.

The vehicle remained silent as Becky sat there speechless. There was no denying that what Tony had said was true... Not only was her dad running a strip club, but from what he had said during the conversation he sounded like some kind of pimp as well. Not to mention they were also involved in kidnapping. It had made Becky's skin crawl the way she'd heard her dad talk so casually about Reagan.. It was the snapping of Tony's button on his jeans that broke the silence. Tony continued until his jeans were completely undone, his white briefs underneath coming into view, the bulge within seeming huge. “Wha.. What are you doing?” Becky asked as her heart raced.. From the conversation she'd heard it was clear that both Tony and her dad were into some really fucked up shit, and if kidnapping was the tip of it, it wasn't hard to believe that murder was right up there. The parking lot that they were sitting in was completely empty, and there was no way that Becky could get away from him even if she wanted. “Shut up and get on my lap!” Said Tony sharply, the first time he'd raised his voice to her. Becky was close to tears as she said softly “P-please.. Just take me home.. O-okay?”

Tony turned to Becky, a very serious expression on his face “I'm not asking.. I'm fucking telling you. Get your ass over here!” Tony wasn't the kind of man that needed to threaten a girl, usually if he wanted something he was accustomed to simply taking it. Even though she hadn't known Tony that long, Becky was very aware of the potential danger she was in. Tears silently started rolling down her cheeks as she put all her energy into not shaking, and as scared as she was Tony's threat had prompted her body into action. Slowly she crawled over to him, straddling him the best she could, with her head having very little room given the hood of the car. Tony grabbed the bottom of her dress with bot hands and in a swift motion the dress tore in the front all the way up to her stomach, revealing her pink cotton panties. It made Becky's body jump as a fresh wave of tears graced her cheeks, the girl at that point was physically shaking as Tony took her by her hips and lowered her panty clad crotch onto his cock that was still trapped in his briefs.

“Fuck.. That feels like a really tight cunt you got there” Tony groaned, however the moment he let go of her hips Becky stopped dead in her tracks. “I already told you I'm not fucking you, but that.. Is subject to change if you stop listening.. Alright? Now.. Keep grinding that tight little pussy of yours against me” Breathed Tony. Becky was in tears at that point, however it made no difference to Tony, after all he had fucked women that were outright fighting back during the act. Becky did what was asked as she started to mechanically grind herself against Tony's crotch. His hands moved to the neckline of her dress. He gripped tightly as he pulled back with each hand as he tore through the fabric. Becky let out a scream as her hands instinctively moved to cover her bra clad breasts. Tony gave Becky's cheek a hard slap “Stop acting like a fucking kid... Now move your fucking hands away” Demanded Tony, once again almost having to talk to her like she was a child. When she finally did pull her hands away Tony pulled her bra over her breasts. “A little on the small side.. But in a pinch.. They'll do” Tony said with a wink as Becky continued to reluctantly grind against him.

Becky was getting to the point where she was about to shut down, where the fear, and everything else that was going on was about to be too much for her, and while it really wouldn't have mattered if Becky was any other girl, Tony's plan wasn't exactly to abduct her and turn her into his own little fuck toy.. At least not yet anyway. “Becky..” Said Tony, to which he got no response, just her robotic grinding, so Tony repeated again “Becky..” And once again she didn't respond. Finally Tony snapped “BECKY!” To which her tear filled eyes darted over to his. “I'm not... Going to hurt you... You know I EASILY could if I wanted... Now just think for a minute... Have I lied to you about anything?” Said Tony in a lowered voice. Becky's body slowly came to a stop as she stared back at him. Given the situation she was in it was hard enough for her to keep it together let alone think about anything, and even though she didn't want to admit it, he was right. Of course she still wasn't at a point where she could physically speak, so she simply shook her head as a response.

Tony could see the way Becky's chest was rising and falling as if her heart was getting ready to bust out of her ribcage. “You're not a kid Becky... You're a young woman.. Despite what Sean might have you believe.. Don't be scared... Just.. Let your body take over Becky...” Said Tony, and as he did he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. It was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss. A kiss that was actually passionate. At first he got very little reaction from Becky, however slowly.. Very.. Very slowly he felt her starting to kiss back. She let out a very soft moan as her light young body began to move once again, however this time it was of its own accord. Her hands rested against his chest as she continued to kiss him. Her motions started to get faster, and faster until she was moaning continuously through the kiss. She broke away from the kiss to say in a faint and panting voice “I'm gonna.... I'm gonna....” Just as she arrived at her orgasm she pressed her lips against his. Her body shuddered and jerked until finally she pulled her lips away from him and curled up against his chest.

Tony wrapped his large arms around her, holding her in the now quiet vehicle. “See? Wasn't so bad was it?” Said Tony, though Becky still didn't respond. Tony chuckled to himself as he followed up with “Just imagine how good it's going to feel when I do finally fuck you...” Whispered Tony. Tonly let the moment linger before he pulled her away from his chest. He reached for her chin and gently raised her head to where she was at eye level with him. He gave her a very soft kiss on her lips and said softly “Lets get you home hmm?” To which Becky simply nodded. Slowly she climbed off of his lap and got in the passenger side seat. Her dress was torn not only at the bottom but at the top as well. She lowered her bra back into place however there wasn't much else she could do to cover up. As the vehicle got back on the road Tony reached into the glove box with one hand and gave Becky back her phone. He then wiped her tears away with his hand and gave her a once over with his eyes “Much better.” Said Tony. No more words were spoken the rest of the ride, Becky especially had a mountain of thoughts lost in her mind. The events that had just taken place, the way she was almost raped but in a way ended up enjoying it.. The revelation about Reagan Tennyson as well as the disgusting things her own father did for a living..

It wasn't until the vehicle stopped in front of Becky's home that Tony spoke. “Keep tomorrow night free, we're going out again.” Said Tony. By that stage Becky had her face buried in her phone however she did give a slight nod and mouthed very softly “O-okay..” Tony reached for her chin again, gently turning her head to face him as he gave her another soft kiss, and with that Becky stepped out, slamming the doors hut behind her. One hand clipping the bottom of the dress, while the other held the top in place as he rushed to her front doorstep as fast as she could.



Freddy had sated his lust with Crystal back at the club, however a decent amount of time had passed since then, at least in Freddy's mind anyway, and knowing that he was moments away from Reagan's presence made that all too familiar itch surface once again as he stood at the service elevator with Lester. The elevator had just opened up when Lester held out his arm to block the way, reading to give Freddy the terms once again however he knew if he didn't it would be his ass when Tony found out about it. “Lets go over the rules again.. You've got the whole night, and you're free to do whatever you want.. But no phones.. The room has a line that connects to the private staff, you good with that?” Said Lester. “Why the fuck can't I bring my phone? Trust me.. Ain't no way that little bitch is getting to my phone, so fuck that. I'm keeping my phone!” Said Freddy. Lester continued to hold his arm up “These rules aren't negotiable.” Said Lester trying his best to be assertive in the matter. Freddy finally just pushed Lester's hand out the way and forced his way into the elevator. “You've already wasted more than enough of my time.. We both know your job isn't to make demands but to get ME what I want.. So.. Get me what I want” Said Freddy, refusing to budge or compromise. Lester knew what was happening was just the tip of the iceberg, it was why Tony was always weary of the guy, though he was right.. Ultimately Lester's job that night was to accommodate Freddy's demands, he sighed and got in the elevator.

When the elevator door did finally open it didn't take a genius to figure out where Reagan was. The hall was completely empty with the exception of the one door that had a large black man standing in front of it. “Use the line in the hotel room when you're done, I'll drive you back to The Rabbit.” Said Lester. “Yeah.. Fine.. Whatever..” Said Freddy as he waved past Lester. His hands already working to undo his belt buckle as he made his way towards the room. Freddy didn't even acknowledge Tye as he stepped into the hotel room, kicking the door behind him as it slammed shut. Once inside it didn't take long at all for Freddy to find Reagan, sitting on the edge of the bed, and the moment her eyes locked onto his he could see her fear. There was a lot Freddy could have said, however as he looked down on her it was almost as if their past interactions had done all the talking for him. Freddy had all the time in the world though the last thing Freddy had in his mind was taking his time. He stood a few feet away as pulled out his cock, which was almost completely erect, though he kept his pants on. He walked over to her, his right hand grabbed the shaft of his cock as the left palm rested on her head. He grinned as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips “Better open that fucking mouth or this dry cock is going right up that ass” Freddy said slowly in a low voice. “Come on... Open that whore mouth of yours.. You can do it.. Like that.. Juuuuust like that.” Taunted Freddy as he forcefully pushed the head of his cock in her mouth. Slowly his hips started to move, doing most of the work as half of his cock fucked her mouth. “I fucked Crystals tight little ass niiiice and hard getting warmed up for you.. But.. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that.. Right?” Said Freddy with a wink as he started to push more of his cock into her mouth. Slowly Freddy stopped thrusting, simply holding his cock in her mouth as he said to her “Close your eyes and start sucking. You keep sucking and keep those eyes closed if you know what's good for you, you got that?!” Huffed Freddy. It wasn't like Freddy needed to threaten her, at least not more than once anyway. Reagan had to have known Freddy well enough to know that simply obeying him would no doubt be a lot better then the alternative.

Freddy watched as Reagan closed her eyes, squeezing out fresh tears as she did, and surely enough her head began to bob back and forth. “Mmmm... Good girl.. See? That wasn't so hard was it?” Said Freddy softly. As Reagan continued to work his cock with her mouth, Freddy reached into his pants and pulled out his iphone, and as Reagan continued to suck with her eyes closed, Freddy held up the iphone and began to record. Freddy was well aware that Reagan must have been exposed to humiliations much worse than that, yet none of them had been with Freddy. It wasn't anything he had don personally. “All that work, and for what? You ended up doing what you were born to do. I don't fucking care what anyone says Reagan, when men look at you.. REALLY look at you.. This is what they see.. Your friends, your boss.. Fuck.. I bet even your old man has pictured you like this once or twice.. Or... Shit.. Maybe he's the one that taught you to be such a good little cock sucker!” Said Freddy, almost as if he'd thought up the last part on the spot. Reagan kept her eyes closed, and continued to suck, however fresh tears started to roll down her cheeks as if he was already getting to her. Freddy however was the kind of man who would kick a girl while she was down. “Oh come on.. Don't be like that, a cock is cock, especially with your eyes closed.. Hell... This could be your dad's cock right now.. Couldn't it?” Teased Freddy as his right hand playfully brushed her hair.

It must have been the last comment that caused Reagan to flash her bright eyes wide open, and along with Freddy it was his phone that was looking down at her. “Oh baby.. Now why did you go and do that hmm?” Taunted Freddy as if Reagan was the only one to blame. He jerked his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by her hair, twisting her body until she was bent over the edge of the bed. “I see those cuffs over there.. You move a fucking inch without me telling you and I'm cuffing you to the bed, and you don't even want to fucking know what I'll do to you then!” Huffed Freddy. Though the phone continued to record Freddy threw it onto the bed, his left hand held her down by the small of her back, as his right hand yanked down her shorts and her panties down to her mid thighs. The view of her firm young ass was enough to make his mouth water, and unlike in the past there was nothing stopping him from getting exactly what he wanted! His left palm pressed down on her back as his right hand gripped the base of his cock, the head teased the crack of her ass until the tip started to nudge at her entrance.

Though Reagan's ass was tight in its own right Freddy had no problem at all sliding in as he pushed deeper and deeper, releasing his hand from the base as he allowed the rest of his cock to sink as deep into her ass as it would go. Each of his hands grabbed onto her ass cheek, holding her tight as he felt Reagan trying to compose herself the best she could, and even though Freddy had yet to really tear into her, it already looked like she was having a breakdown. “Goddamn girl.. How many cocks have been fucking this ass? I mean.. You're still an amazing catch.. For a whore.. Think that bouncer fuck will still want a piece after he realizes how lose you've become?” Said Freddy as he started to fuck her. Each hand dug into her ass cheek, the sight of which looked as if they would cut right through her skin. His body slammed back and forth, moving forcefully and crudely, pounding her slender frame against the side of the bed with absolute no regard to her comfort or safety. His grunts got louder as he pumped into her harder and faster, his right hand would release her ass cheek just long enough to give it a VERY hard slap before it would resume its painful grip. Having sated his lust with Crystal earlier gave him a little more control, as well as a little more time, giving Freddy the freedom to pump away as hard as he could without worrying about the need to cum. For close to fifteen minutes Freddy pounded into Reagan relentlessly, his cock throbbing and aching, and no matter what Freddy said, or how badly Reagan cried or moaned it seemed that Freddy's orgasm was nowhere in sight.

Freddy's attention then turned to his iphone, giving him yet another wicked idea. His thrusts slowed down, as did his grip on her ass cheeks until his body came to a complete stop, though the entirety of his cock remained lodged deep in her ass. He hunched over her for a minute as he picked up his phone, which he saw was still recording. He then threw it over to Reagan's face “Pick up the phone... If you don't help out.. I might never cum, and I might just end up fucking that ass all night long” Said Freddy. Again it wasn't so much of a threat as Freddy had already been brutally punishing her ass for the better part of the past fifteen minutes. It wasn't like there were a group of men either, Freddy was just one man, and the only reprieve, the only relief she'd get was a break in between Freddy's orgasms. “You even TRY to fucking calling for help with that thing and I'll stop being so goddamn nice... Now.. Pick up the phone and look into the camera...” Said Freddy, and as he did both of his hands once again found their way onto her ass cheeks. His hips began to move as he said “You're going to tell me a story.... The dirtier the story.. The harder I'll fuck you... And.. The quicker I'll cum.. The shittier the story is.. The longer I'll fuck this ass... Got it?” Said Freddy, not giving Reagan much of a chance to respond as he continued “Now.. You.... Are going to tell me a story.. About the first time your daddy made you spread those legs.. Tell me aaall about how you became daddy's little slut... Alright?” Said Freddy. Even after everything Reagan had endured, being humiliated by Tony and the mayor, being gang raped, filmed, as well as betrayed by Jessica, Freddy had managed to add something to her descent that the others hadn't. Now tasking her of making up a sick and twisted story about her own father so the man raping her would cum faster, and on top of that she'd have to stare into the phone while doing it, having no idea what Freddy would do with the little movie once their little night was over. As Freddy continued to fuck her ass he gave her ass cheek another hard slap “Start talking ya little cunt!” Growled Freddy, giving the same cheek a follow up slap even before Reagan had a chance to comply.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Becky closed the door and quickly locked it, as if Tony were behind her, knowing full well it wasn't his style. He had commanded anything he wanted, and she had provided. The words he said whispered through the dark house, still fresh in her mind, causing her to shiver as she recalled them over and over.

"Just imagine how good it's going to feel when I do finally fuck you.” He had said when. She had felt him pressed against her, threatening to take her in his car, only a tiny amount of fabric keeping them apart. His hands felt good on her body in a moment, and in the next he had slapped her, shocking her and keeping her on edge. His body was hard all over, and she pushed away the thoughts of the damage he might do. And quivered while thinking of the pleasure he might bring as well. "Keep tomorrow night free, we're going out again.” She shivered as she discarded her dress on her bed, her eyes darting for a place where should could hide it so that her father didn't find it in its tattered condition, now unusable for any future wearing. She smirked at the idea of her father, all this time lording over her as if he was some great protector of female kind, now knowing he was exactly the opposite and, perhaps to some, even a terror. In the moment she wished she hadn't gone with Tony. She wished her dad was just her dad and not someone she now thought a hypocrite. She kicked her shoes off her tiny feet, then stood entirely naked before the mirror in her room. She heard a car squeal away in the night before casting her eyes to the window, wondering it it was him, only now leaving the scene of what would not ever be thought a crime. She wondered where he would be going now, and what would happen tomorrow night. She shivered again before drawing a bath, where she sat until the water turned cold, not sure how to react, yet knowing how her body was already reacting still, at the thoughts of what might be to come.

**********

"Roger, you have got to stay calm," Jeff said, from the driver's seat of the car as Roger pulled the door closed once more.

"We gotta get in there," the older man said. "If Reagan is inside and something is happening to her," his voice trailed off and he fought back tears. His daughter was beautiful, but she was also the sweetest thing in his life, the best thing he had ever done. He recalled the times when she had been younger, traipsing through the house in her underwear, or a bikini in the summertime, and a flood of all the times he advised her to cover up and worried about the future she would face came back in an instant.

"We will get inside," Jeff said. "Stop worrying." Roger's emotions were swallowed again, and he let himself feel yet another moment of rage. He reached across the seat and gripped Jeff's shirt in one fist and drew him near.

"Listen to me," Roger said. "And listen good. Do not tell me to stop worrying about my little girl." He paused for his own effect. "Do you under-"

A car horn interrupted his words as it pulled along side their car, parked what they thought to be a safe distance down the main road from the old apartment complex. The men both jumped in fear, their amateur sleuthing revealed in their trepidation. Looking left, they saw a familiar face, prompting Roger to release his grip on the news editor.

"It's the kid," Jeff said, turning to look at Roger once more. "What should I do?" Jeremy gave them both a look somewhere between pity and disdain.

"Open the window!" Roger bellowed, before Jeff did just that. "Are we ready to go in?" Roger said, his eyes leaning across the seat where Jeff remained. Jeremy shook his head.

"She's not here."

"What do you mean she's not here?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"This was just a drop point. Did you not see him change cars?" Roger and Jeff looked at each other briefly before Roger looked in the rearview mirror, seeing only a row of old hedges that blocked most of the parking lot view where the handover of Reagan's abuser occurred.

"Goddammit," Jeff said, slumping in his seat. "Do you know where they're going?" He turned back to Jeremy.

"Up that ramp," Jeremy pointed to the entrance of the highway that headed east along the outer boroughs of the city and to nowhere in particular. His voice was resigned.

"I'm not from here," Roger said. "What's that direction?" Jeff turned and broke the bad news.

"She could be anywhere in the city," he said. "They don't want her to be found. They know what they're doing."

**********

Reagan had comically been amused at how nice the Delton seemed underneath the dust and the darkness, as Jessica had escorted her to the room where she would experience hell for the next many hours at the hands of the man who had every desire for her body and every desire for revenge from not having it the previous time they met. The building had been built in the 1930s during the Great Depression and in the 1950s it had become something of a haven for the beautiful and the damned, the famous generation of men and women coming into wealth and suffering the ennui of the times after the war and the boring prosperity that came with them. Elvis Presley had stayed there, according to local legend, and in the 60s it served as host to the Kennedys during a visit to the state, nearly a year before Camelot ended in bloody terror at Dealy Plaza. But those were better days, and the building was now kept up only in certain areas, and only, apparently, when it played host to special events, such as the one in which she was now cast in a central role. She noticed a few windows on one of the upper floors lit up as she and Jessica approached the building, and her stomach sank, suspecting she knew what the rooms were for and, moments later, with a kiss for the large man guarding the door, Jessica put Reagan in the room for the night, leaving her with the words, "You will survive this." And when Jessica left, the area grew quiet, except for Reagan's light sobs. No matter how bad things had been, she still simply was not accustomed to being where she was and the terror remained real. She had barely quit sobbing as she laid on the bed, only to hear voices in the hallway. Sitting up, leaning on her hands, pressed atop the mattress where she sat, she felt her skin crawl as the door finally opened and she laid eyes on the man she had hoped never again to see. Freddy kicked the door shut, rattling the walls, making it clear to the guard and anyone else in the hallway that they were not to interrupt. Reagan started, making not a sound, hoping he would not make the inevitable turn toward the room in which she sat, which he almost immediately did.

Freddy began to smirk, his motions slowing as he began to slowly approach where she sat, stopping feet away from her, his eyes taking her in from top to bottom more than a time or two. With no further adieu, he opened his pants, his cock quickly finding his hand, before he stepped to her, grabbing her hair. She felt his cock on her lips as she tried to keep her mouth shut. A moment later, with the threat of violence that he and she both knew would become fulfilled anyway, the slight girl beneath him relented.

"Juuuuust like that,” the man said, shoving his length along her tongue and into her mouth, beginning to fuck her as he pleased, his foreplay much to be desired for her, and much to his desire for himself. Reagan winced, her brow furrowing at the tale of Freddy fucking Crystal before he had arrived. Reagan sobbed lightly at the thought of just how sadistic he was, knowing the night was only getting started. She endured his taunts and commands, as he had his way with her pretty face, the way he had been hoping for since he had seen her at The Rabbit. She continued her task, silent tears running out each eye and wetting her cheeks, a moment before she heard the beep of the recorder on the phone in Freddy's hand. Reagan blinked her eyes, verifying that he was now recording her, before closing her eyes and staying on her awful task.

“All that work, and for what?" Freddie asked. "You ended up doing what you were born to do. I don't fucking care what anyone says Reagan, when men look at you.. REALLY look at you.. This is what they see.. Your friends, your boss.. Fuck.. I bet even your old man has pictured you like this once or twice." Reagan gave a sob at the horrible suggestion. Her father had always been her protector, her champion. And in the last few days and weeks, every man she had encountered had only encountered her by penetrating her in every way. The fear and doubt crept in, and her thought of possibly gnashing her teeth as violently as she could, gave way with the molasses drip of sadness that maybe he was right. "Or... Shit," she heard him continue. "Maybe he's the one that taught you to be such a good little cock sucker!” Reagan's eyes, wet from her tears, found enough energy to openly glare at him once again, as if to warn him off of his comments and show her hatred for him. He could have her, but she refused to have her closest and safest relationship broken. She closed her eyes once more, her anger yielding in the see saw of perseverance and futility. Her tears flowed more than before.

“Oh come on, don't be like that. A cock is a cock, especially with your eyes closed. Hell... This could be your dad's cock right now.. Couldn't it?” Freddy said. She flinched as much at the thought as at Freddy's hand brushing her hair to give him a better view of the young girl's face as he violated her. Her eyes opened again, the flash of anger there once more alongside the resignation to her fate. She blinked as the terrible man continued to film her forced to worship him in the most primal of ways. She imagined the trophy he would take with him and how he would use it....who he would show it to. She squealed as he suddenly pulled away and tore her head up with a full, tight grip of her hair, bending her over the bed as she began to thrust and flail, trying to pull away. After warning her to be still, she felt his hand slide over her lower back, a typically exciting move, giving rise to the anticipation of carnal pleasures when she was in the moment, now fraught with peril and horror, her hands resting on either side of her face as she lay there, certain of what would soon come. Her body lurched as she felt her shorts and panties tugged low, her body now as vulnerable as ever. In only a moment, she felt him press into her ass, her voice rising in protest as he did.

"No. Nononono!!!" She squealed once more, her voice giving way to a low wail as he shoved his full member into her before his hands took a vice grip along her hind quarters, making it impossible for her to squirm far enough away to bring relief. She lay there, groaning momentarily as Freddy took in the view of the girl he had wanted for so long, the one he did not yet have, as she grew quickly accustomed to his invasion, and the notion that there was little she could do, being so much smaller than him and with no friends to protect her this tim.

“Goddamn girl," Freddy said. "How many cocks have been fucking this ass? I mean...you're still an amazing catch...for a whore." She felt nothing but disdain for him and his words. "Think that bouncer fuck will still want a piece after he realizes how lose you've become?” Reagan's shoulders rolled as she gave a sob at this new dimension of pain. She did not realize how much she had liked Jeremy, and in the moment, once more, she wondered if Freddy was now right.

"Fuck.....ugh......fuck you," she replied sternly, her only way to fight back. And as if powerless to her command, he began to slam in and out of her body, the pain sliding deep and wide as her body simply would not yield, making him force himself against her unconscious efforts to keep him out, making him feel like sandpaper tearing into the very core of her soul. She started to cry as he did, refusing, however, to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream, which she suspected he wanted as much as to use her to make himself cum. When he realized she was fighting back, and holding out, his grunts got louder and he began to pound her as hard as any girl he perhaps ever had.

WHAP!!!!

The sting on her ass made Reagan jump and squeal only long enough for her to bite her lip and prevent the noise from becoming the sound he so badly sought. He will not make me scream, she told herself as his hand landed across her ass once more.

WHAP!!!!!

"Mmnff!!!" She muffled herself, pressing her face into the mattress, refusing to give him the joy of her pain as much as possible, fearing still that things might yet become even worse. He continued, fucking her harder and harder, making her ache and sore all over. His hand found her hair trying to tug and pull her harder, deeper onto him. She smelled sex in the room, her body reacting only slightly, but unable to stop the faint whiff of sex from just below where he was jamming himself into her core. But no sooner had the violence increased, than it slowed, just before a cell phone landed on the bed in front of her face.

“Pick up the phone," she heard Freddy's voice fill the room as he slowed his hips behind her. She groaned when he told her that he might never stop unless she 'helped out.' She had no intention of participating in her own violation. “You even TRY to fucking calling for help with that thing and I'll stop being so goddamn nice," she gasped as he shoved deep and hard into her as if to emphasize his point. "Now, pick up the phone and look into the camera,” he said. She felt his hands square on her backside, rising up over her hips where his purchase was sound, just the place he liked her, and every girl he had, to be. She then felt him begin driving into her slowly once more.

"You're going to tell me a story," she rolled her eyes at his arrogance, facing the camera phone such that he could not see her impertinence, though she said nothing, not tempting her fate now that she was forced to be his. "The dirtier the story," he continued, "the harder I'll fuck you." Each phrase was emphasized with a driving thrust deep into her tightest quarter. "And, the quicker I'll cum." He took a pause only to fuck her for a moment more. "The shittier the story is, the longer I'll fuck this ass." She felt one hand move from her hip. "Got it?” he asked, causing her to jerk beneath him as it rained down hard once more square on her small behind. She gasp and felt a tear slide from her eye. She hated how much he liked to hurt her. How he liked to hurt all of the girls he was with. He wasn't finished talking, as she reached one hand up to brush the hair from her eyes and behind one ear. She listened as his words brought forth goose bumps over all of her flesh. “Now," he began with a deep thrust bringing forth a pain and a groan she hadn't yet given. "You...are going to tell me a story...about the first time your daddy made you spread those legs." Reagan gave a gasp, fighting back a sob, no doubt making her attacker that much more excited. Her father would never do such a thing and the thought of it horrified her while at the same time she wished he was there to help her more than anything else. "Tell me aaall about how you became daddy's little slut." She sobbed again. "Alright?” said Freddy, slapping her ass once more and gripping her hip to take his place again. She buried her head in the duvet while still holding the phone squarely upon where her face would appear if she simply played his game. It was then that her head jerked into place as Freddy tugged her blonde locks hard before slapping her ass once more, harder than ever, making her buck beneath him in pain. “Start talking ya little cunt!” She turned her eyes to Freddy, over her shoulder and shot him the most hateful and condemning glance through her reddened cheeks, before turning to face the camera once more. She paused a moment as she felt him sawing in and out of her little body, the pain tragic and yet not too much yet that she could not bear it. She thought about how much worse it could possibly get and her body shivered such that the man behind her, inside her, likely thought in his arrogance that she was somehow enjoying what he was doing, rather than fearing what might be to come. Despite her trepidation, she dug one fist into the duvet and refused to play his game. She bit her lip as she thought quickly, before opening her mouth to release the words he had demanded she bring forth into the camera. She felt tears trickle down both cheeks as she saw herself jerking in the screen in her hand.

"My.....unh!" She began, her breath coming slowly as Freddy thrust behind her. "My....daddy, one time saw me." She felt Freddy settle into a moderate pace, pounding her pert ass. "I was in my......unh....unh! My prom....my prom dress." She ducked her head and took what she was given before looking up again. "I was........my panties were off. Unh! They were in the floorboard of the truck."

"Good girl," Freddie whispered as she felt his hand slide around her hip, over her stomach, and up to her breast as his chest pressed to her back and his face appeared in the video. He rammed his hips to press himself deeper into her body.

"He.....unh.....unh!" She groaned. "He got in with me, where I was there, spread out on the seat." Her eyes closed and tears fell as she felt Freddie's cock harden, no doubt at the thought of little teenage Reagan soon to be abused by her own father. Her guilt at the very thought that she had led Freddie to this place upset her more than anything ever had and she committed once more to fight for herself, no matter the cost. She closed her eyes to say the briefest of prayers for her own safety before opening them to complete the story as it had occurred, with only a slight exaggeration to make the point to Freddie that she would not so easily be defeated. She looked into his eyes as they appeared in the camera before them, where he continued to rut into her from behind. Her next words snarled forth in the only defense she could make for herself.

"And he beat the shit out of the pathetic little boy who was trying to fuck his little girl."

 

[Evolutions]

Freddy had set up what he would have liked to think was a very beautiful scene, his cock continuing to throb within the tight confines of Reagan's ass. Even before she'd opened her mouth Freddy had begun to gently rock back and forth, eagerly anticipating the tale that she would weave. Freddy's motions sped up just slightly as Reagan began, and as she did he could picture her in a cute little prom dress, with her dad getting a nice view of his daughter without her panties. She was a reporter after all, which meant coming up with a story that would catch the eye wasn't exactly hard for her, and at the rate she was going it wouldn't be long at all before Freddy would shoot his load deep into her ass. He wasn't keeping his arousal and excitement hidden as he leaned forward, his right hand slid around her, coming up and groping her breast as looked over her shoulder, seeing himself on the screen of his iphone that he had essentially forced Reagan to hold up, making her capture her assault on video.

He could see her exact reaction on the tiny screen as she moaned "He got in with me, where I was there, spread out on the seat." The way her voice was breaking as she closed her eyes, and the tears started to stream, Freddy could feel how hard a task he'd given her, just as she could feel how hard she was making him. Despite whatever discomforts she was going through, it didn't stop Freddy from enjoying every second of it, his throbbing cock continuing to enjoy the way her body tensed up. Her teary eyes finally opened looking into the camera, looking right at him, the sight alone was almost enough to make him cum as she blurted out "And he beat the shit out of the pathetic little boy who was trying to fuck his little girl." Reagan had no way of knowing what she had done. Freddy was close to an orgasm, and while her ordeal would have been far from over, Freddy would have moved on to whatever his next twisted desire was. However... Her words had spurred something within him. Her one moment of rebellion would cost her..

Freddy looked back at her, however instead of a look of anger he just smiled at her. Her wrist trembled as the phone fell from her hand. Very slowly he pulled out of her ass, his hand also withdrew from her breast as he sat himself upright. He grabbed Reagan by her hips and flipped her onto her back, which caused her to squeal slightly. There was little to no resistance from Reagan as Freddy parted her legs, while he wasn't exactly rough, he wasn't gentle either. Again if anything it was the calm before the impending storm that Reagan had created, and perhaps that was the reason Reagan had calmed down slightly after her little verbal outrage. Either way Freddy was ready for whatever Reagan had in store. He reached under her ass cheek with one hand, propping her up just enough as he took a hold of his cock with his other hand. He let out a soft groan as he gently slid himself back into her until once again the entire length of his cock was throbbing as deep into Reagan's ass as it would go.

He held his cock in place, his arousal even more in bloom now than it had been when she was on her stomach. “You really have a thing for your old man don't you?” Said Freddy, almost sounding sincere as he gently started to move his cock back and forth. He continued “I know you never fucked him.. But you wanted to, didn't you? Can't tell me you didn't deliberately let your old man get a glimpse of you here and there, or maybe you put on something juuuuuust a little too revealing, knowing he'd get an eyeful” Freddy said with a grin, seeing a fresh set of tears streaming down. Freddy couldn't quite be sure if it was because his words were making her sick, or if she was now crying because there was some truth behind what he was saying. “You... Ever spy on your folks fucking?” The moment the words came out Reagan seemed to have an immediate reaction, almost as if he'd hit the mark spot on. “You little slut! You have haven't you?” Said Freddy, his hands moved up her body, gripping onto each of her firm breasts as he really started to thrust into her ass, now locking himself into her body even more so than before.

Freddy let out a condescending scoff, actively groping Reagan's breasts, now working to stimulate her body just a little more as he continued to sensually slide his cock back and forth into her ass. “You don't have to be coy ya know.. You know what men are like.. And you know what YOU look like.. You've seen it in the way your dad's friends look at you.. Hell.. I bet you've even seen that look in your boss... Fuck... I bet you've even used it to your own advantage at one point or another.. I'm sorry to disappoint you baby... But your old man.. Isn't any different.. And just because he hasn't fucked you, doesn't mean that he doesn't want to.. Or wouldn't fuck you if you offered your tight little cunt to him.” Said Freddy as he continued to work her. Freddy could see the change in Reagan's body, the kind of betraying reaction any woman's body would have after being stimulated the way hers was at that moment. Freddy's hands slid off of her breasts has he leaned forward, his bare chest pressing against her breasts, her erect nipples pretty hard not to notice. Even though he could have continued to humiliate her by pointing out how turned on she was while on the subject of her dad, Freddy's mind was on something different. His cock continued its rhythmic motions as he whispered into her ear “Did I ever tell you about my daughter? Shes always been the one good thing in my life. Straight A student, has been her whole life.. Which she sure as well better have been given all the fucking money I spent on her schooling and tutoring.. Treated her like a goddamn angel.. Even though I've been putting little sluts like you in place for years... I thought my Kimmy was different...”

He stopped for a few moments, pulling his lips away from his ear, lifting himself up just enough to look into Reagan's eyes. Before she could react or say a single word Freddy pressed his lips against hers, giving her a deep, wet kiss, his cock starting to move faster into her ass as he added some intimacy into the moment as he forcefully assaulted her ass. He could initially feel her trying to pull away however he didn't relent, and poor Reagan really had nowhere to go. He kept his lips locked onto her as his cock continued to thrust into her, his body hot, and heavy on top of hers. Even his thrusts slowed down at a point, a moment of gentleness in his kiss before he released her lips. He looked into her eyes and continued to fuck her, almost as if he himself had gotten lost in the moment. That the enjoyment she was giving him in that moment was so great, that all he wanted was for it to continue.

The moment... Was interrupted quick enough as Freddy began to speak. “Let me tell you about Kimmy.. Shes no different than you or any of the other whores at the Rabbit..” Said Freddy with more than a little malice in his voice. His pace once again picking up, the end of his thrust now carrying and extra jolt. “A few... Months ago...” Freddy said between grunts, his actions resembling a mixture of both arousal and anger, he continued “She'd turned eighteen maybe.. A month earlier? Fuck.. I don't even remember.. Anyway.. Where was I? Oh yeah... So.. One night I get a call from her, about one am? She was already in deep shit because her curfew was midnight. So she fucking calls... I can barely make out what shes saying but she sounds fucking hammered. Wants me to come pick her up, hangs up without telling me where she is, and the phone keeps going to voice when I call her back. Luckily the wife was already asleep, and I also had a GPS lock on Kimmy's phone. So I tracked her down about a half hour later. Looked like a frat party. Combed the entire fucking house, finally found her passed out in one of the bedrooms, she wasn't naked but pretty fucking close. Had no idea what she'd worn to the party but all she had left on was a blue tshirt and a matching thong, god knows where the rest of her fucking clothes where..”

Freddy kept the frantic pace of his thrusts going as his little tale about his daughter continued. “One look at her and I knew there was no way I could let her mother see her like that. There was no time to look for her clothes, I picked her up and carried her to my car. The kid was a fucking mess, and holding her that close there was no mistaking what she'd been doing with that mouth of hers... So.. I got her in the back seat.. The only place I could think of to take her was a nearby hotel that I sometimes take the sluts from the Rabbit to.. So I get a room and shes so out of it I'm having to carry her into the room.. The entire time shes crying, calling me Mark, the guy she'd been dating for a few years at that point. Telling him how sorry she was, practically begging him not to dump her. At least that is what it sounded like she was trying to say anyway. I dump her onto the bed.. And it wasn't until I saw her there.. Laying like that... That I realized.. My own daughter, who I damn well raised to know better.. Was really nothing but a whore.. I've seen enough whores to know what they're good for...” At that point Freddy's thrusts stopped completely, making sure his gaze was looking down into Reagan's eyes. “You know what I did? What whores are meant for. I made good use of that little ass..” The look of utter seriousness as the words left his mouth.

Being a reporter Reagan had to have a way of sniffing out the truth, more than that she seemed like one of those people that was very good at reading others. However could Freddy's story actually be true? If someone were to accuse him of being a despicable human being, chances were that even Freddy wouldn't deny the point. Could be that he didn't even have a wife, or a kid, something that wasn't exactly a stretch given Freddy's rather... Charming personality. All that talk about Reagan and her dad.. His story could have just been another level of perversion that he was trying to throw out at her. Even truly twisted men had a soft spot for their families, didn't they? Men in the world of organized crime, wouldn't think twice before tying weights onto a guy and throwing him off a bridge like it was nothing, yet when it came to their families there was some sort of sacred code.. Someone as twisted as Freddy, could he really betray his own flesh and blood in such a perverse and despicable way?

The way Freddy was talking it certainly seemed as if he believed it, however luckily that's all it was... Talk.. “Goddamn it feels good to say that out loud.. No one fucking knows.. Even Kimmy has no idea that her dear old dad has had his cock shoved deep down her throat and cunt.” He looked down at Reagan and gave her a condescending scoff “Think I'm pulling your leg don't ya?.. Hold on... I got something to show ya.” Said Freddy as he reached out with his left hand and picked up his phone which was still recording from earlier, catching all the audio however the video was off the ceiling since Reagan had dropped it. “Believe me.. I know how fucking stupid this is... But I just couldn't help myself.. Under the circumstances you're the LAST fucking person I'd show this to... But hell.. Who the fuck are you going to tell..” Said Freddy as if his words were more to convince himself than Reagan. He turned his attention away from Reagan as he started to mess with his phone. A few moments later he turned the screen around and held it in front of Reagan. He clicked the screen as the clip began to play..

The clip starts with Kimmy laying on the bed, she'd be stripped down to just her thong, her body shifted slightly but the girl looked far from conscious. The camera moves closer to her as Freddy's cock comes into view. He gets on the mattress and kneels down in front of her head. With his free hand he brushes his daughter's hair as he lines the cock against her lips, and just as hes trying to push himself into her mouth Kimmy lets out a low moan as she turns her head away from his cock. He grabs his daughter's hair in a fist, however gently turns her head to face his cock again. She lets out another verbal protest, though shes still barely conscious. She slurrs something barely audible along the lines of “Just... Don't.. Cum in my mouth.. Again” After that she did relent and opened her mouth. Freddy continued to hold his phone up with one hand, recording the entire thing as his cock slid into Kimmy's mouth. Kimmy unknowingly sucking her own dad's cock in a very drunken state. At first Freddy just let his daughter work on his head, however it wasn't long before his own instincts started to kick in, after all he did have a particular way he liked his sex, and letting the girl go at her own pace definitely wasn't it. His cock started to slide deeper into her mouth, even to a point where one of Kimmy's hands came into frame as she tried to push his cock out. The had was met with a slap, which caused her to pull her hand away, however a few seconds later the hand was back in frame, this time Freddy gave her hand a harder slap with a loud “CUT IT OUT!” After which point Kimmy continued to just passively suck on his cock. Her eyes seemingly closed the entire time.

The blowjob went on for a few minutes before Freddy pulled out. He moved himself between his daughter's legs, pulling them apart, something that took no effort at all. The camera zoomed in at the thong clad crotch for a second before he reached down with his free hand and pulled it to the side. “Goddamn baby.. Don't know where you got that.. Sure as hell ain't from your mom” Said Freddy with a chuckle. “M-mom? Wh-at Are you talking about M-ark?” Kimmy slurred again. Freddy didn't respond as he moved close, his cock resting over her sex before he started to direct the head towards the entrance. Freddy was far too tuned on fore foreplay as the next portion of the clip showed Freddy's cock sliding all the way into his daughter. Freddy wasted no time as he began to thrust in and out of her, no thought about what he was doing, or the fact that he wasn't even sure if she on any kind of birth control, though in that moment none of it would have stopped him. The lens panned up to her face, which was covered by her arm as her body bounced up and down given the way Freddy was fucking her. “Fuck baby... NOW you're daddy's little girl” huffed Freddy. “M-Mark.. That's.. Fucking.. Gross...” was all Kimmy was able to say as she continued to get fucked. For the next few minutes all that could be heard were low grunts from Freddy as the camera got shaky. He made the usual sounds as he came, his cock buried deep inside his daughter as he did. As he pulled out he made sure to hold the phone between her legs, waiting just long enough till a thick trail of cum started to leak out. The clip abruptly ended right after that.

Freddy threw his phone to the side as he looked down at Reagan.. “I fucked that girl two more times before I finally got her cleaned up. Been a month and she has no idea what the fuck happened. The little slut still depends on me for everything.. Maybe I should just make her my little fuck slave.. What do ya think hmm? What do you think your dad would do? I KNOW you had to be a fucking party girl” Freddy said with a laugh. “Think your old man ever copped a feel? Shit.. Who knows.. Maybe he did more..” Said Freddy as he resumed fucking Reagan's ass again, once again the conversation slingshot back to the subject of her and her father. “Fuck.. Would you even give a shit anymore? Bet you've fucked too many guys to care... Not that you're ever gonna get a chance now.. But don't ya think your old man deserved some tight young pussy?” His cock almost feeling at home within her as he felt himself getting ready. There was nothing but silence for the next few minutes, only the sound of their breathing and grunting was audible, with Freddy giving Reagan's body that cold, hard, emotionless fucking that it had gotten so much of. Finally he broke the silence “Ssss-ee? After a while it doesn't even matter who is fucking you does it? All you really want... Is to get fucked.. I've fucked enough sluts to know... You can't hide that shit from me.. I can... Feel it... You need to cum don't you? Just like you NEED to feel it when I unload in that perfect little ass if yours..” Said Freddy, his voice strained as well as rushed. “Come on baby.. It's just us... Us.. I'm.. Almost.. Fucking.. There.. All.. Fucking.. Most.. Baby...” Freddy grunted. Mere moments before he was about to cum he pressed his lips against hers. There was no room or reason to stop, moaning into her mouth as if he owned it as he came. His cock lodged into her ass as deep as it possibly could. He continued to thrust into her as he came. While it wasn't the strongest orgasm he had ever had, it was certainly the strongest he'd had since he'd fucked his daughter, and even then he could only enjoy Kimmy so much, and what he had done to her was nothing compared to what he was doing with Reagan.

He pulled his lips away from her, his face hovering over hers. His lips came down onto hers again, giving her a quick wet kiss, pulled away, followed by a second, and a third kiss just like the previous ones. He had gotten what he'd wanted from her, and at least in that brief moment there was no need for Freddy to taunt her. Once done kissing her he just looked down at her for a few seconds, while his cock wasn't completely erect anymore it also wasn't completely soft. He could have very easily just yanked his cock out of her, instead however he gently pulled out, getting off of her just as slowly as he rolled onto his back beside her. The two laying next to one another with Freddy staring up at the ceiling, momentarily wasting away the time that he had fought so hard to get. As he lay there one of his hands reached out and gently started to mingle with hers.

The storm had passed, at least momentarily anyway, leaving Reagan to think over all the poison that Freddy had tried to inject into her. As Freddy lay there, staring up into nothingness, he had no idea the chains of motions that had been set into effect. He knew that the bouncer Jeremy from the strip club had a thing for Reagan, however he had no idea that Jeremy had formed a ragtag group of vigilantes hell bent on rescuing Reagan, one of whom just happened to be Reagan's father. Of course in all fairness Reagan herself had no way of knowing if anyone was actually looking for her, outside the tiny news broadcast that she'd been allowed to watch while in Tony's little den. She had no way of knowing that her own father was actively involved in trying to find her, that how much danger she had inadvertently put him in. Those were all things that Freddy had know knowledge of.. What he did have however was a twisted idea..

After a brief intermission Freddy sat upright, picking up his phone, fiddling with the digital screen, not quite acknowledging Reagan as he talked to her. “I dono what the fuck that Tony guy has been telling you.. But you gotta know that this is probably it for you right? You're a knockout, not to mention a tight little fuck.. But they know how dangerous you are. No one is coming to find you, and even if they were.. Don't you think they would have found you before all the shit that's already happened to you? Hell.. All the shit that I just did to you.. I'd say you've got a few years before you're too old to be useful. You know too much for them to ship you off to some third world hellhole.. Once they're done they're probably going to kill you..” Said Freddy in a sombre tone.

He paused and looked over at her to try and gauge her reaction, then continued. “I've seen that video that those guys made.. Well.. Some of it anyway. After you're gone I bet those videos will be all over the place.. And lets face it... Half of it looks like rape.. The other half.. Looks like you're some cum hungry who who only wants cock. That.. Is what the world will see. Who knows how many fucking videos there's gonna be by then. Your dad.. That will be the last thing he has to remember you by...” Again Freddy paused, letting his words sink in. What he'd said hadn't happened yet, however Reagan was smart enough to know it was most likely true. If someone as feeble minded as Freddy could figure it out, chances were that the worst of her abuse was yet to come, after which they'd murder her and make her disappear forever.

Freddy turned his phone to her, with the tiny lens looking down at her “We still have a few hours to burn through, but I'm going to do you a favor, and I'm willing to bet Tony sure as hell isn't going to give you this opportunity. You let me make a little video of you, and just how you feel about your old man.. And I swear I'll make sure its on the net by the time we're done.. You just... Gotta make it sexy for me okay? I want my dick to be goddamn diamond hard watching the video... I wanna see just how much you regret not letting your old man stick his dick inside you.” Said Freddy, concluding his little proposition.

There was a chance that everything Freddy had said was complete BS, that all he really wanted was to make some kind of twisted video, something to remember her by when she was gone. Something he could jerk off. Of course there was also a chance that he was telling the truth. Even though doing something like that would invoke the wrath of Tony, in the short time that Reagan had known Freddy, she must have come to see what a loose canon he really was, a man who always seemed to put his own desires in front of everyone else. Hell, he'd practically proven to her that he was even willing to violate his own daughter to sate his own lust. If Reagan could play a convincing role, she could possibly throw some clues in for the authorities that could help lead to her rescue. Again, she'd have to do it in a subtle way, enough to outsmart Freddy, though that wouldn't necessarily be too hard. There was also the fact that it really could be her last chance to send SOME kind of message to her father. If everything goes south, and she did end up six feet under.. Freddy would have been the one man who would have given her family some semblance of closure, be it laced with perversion.. All the halfhearted affection Tony was showing her, chances were that her life would end by his hands, and in no moment would he care about the well being. Just in the past few days he'd even gone as far as to threaten the life of her parents if she didn't cooperate. As sick as it was, a man who had raped his own unconscious daughter would be Reagan's last hope, at a chance of both escape as well as peace...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan braced for pain. Perhaps a slap. Possibly an outright beating. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she felt the tight grip of Freddy's hands on her waist a split second before he withdrew from her darkest entrance and flipped her to her back where she lay, squared now to him and face to face. She didn't fight as he spread her open once more, settling into a calming sob as her eyes watched his take in her full, naked body beneath his own. She shivered at the thought of what he might do and what he had already done, knowing how much she had worked to keep him off of her at the club. She felt her leg lift slightly when his hand pulled her open beneath her leg once more, and she gave a slight gasp, more of a sigh, as he slid his full length into her little ass once more. She felt him throb inside her. She quivered again in disgust.

“You really have a thing for your old man don't you?” Freddy asked.

"Fuck you," she spat. She felt him begin to fuck her instead.

“I know you never fucked him.. But you wanted to, didn't you? Can't tell me you didn't deliberately let your old man get a glimpse of you here and there, or maybe you put on something juuuuuust a little too revealing, knowing he'd get an eyeful?” Her tormentor refused to stop. He sawed in and out of her body as her tears fell a bit more. She brought her hands up to cover her face momentarily, not wanting to think of the words in her ears. At the same time, she began to wonder herself. Her daddy was her protector, the greatest love she had perhaps known since the first day of her young life. Surely she was simply like every other girl. He had done nothing to cross any boundaries. Had she teased him? Had she given him thoughts in his mind that this evil man on top of her suggested. She felt her body stretch and pull with each thrust in and out. She quivered at the memory of all the pool parties where she and her friends traipsed about in cute bikinis, her dad at the grill or nearby. She trembled when she thought of the times he had smacked her ass and told her to go to bed after she had hugged him goodnight. And she felt her body ripple and clench at the terrible idea of him actually being her lover.

"No," she moaned quietly. "No."

“You... Ever spy on your folks fucking?” The terrible man asked.

"Stop!" she groaned, her hips rising ever slightly to meet his, hoping to get him off faster so that he might be sated and leave her alone.

“You little slut! You have haven't you?” Freddy's eyes grew wide. Her body erupted in goose bumps as his hands rose along her trim flanks and over her breasts. She whimpered as he fucked her harder and harder, each thrust rocking her body beneath his own. She felt herself threaten to tear, and her hands reached to his sides, pressing just slightly back against him, trying to keep him from taking her so hard as he continued to squeeze and twist her breasts as her tears now freely flowed. His words flowed over her as she cried. He reminded her that she was little more than a tease, a cute slut who had everything coming that she deserved, who had put herself here by virtue of simply sharing the world with men who wanted what they wanted and that what they wanted was a girl like her. She HAD seen her dad's friends glance at her. She HAD felt their eyes roam from her ankles over her calves, thighs, and then her ass when she had walked away from them since she was in her mid teens. She had, no doubt, used her wiles to her advantage as a girl, a woman, and even as a professional. Freddy was working around the edges of her truth as he took her as he wanted, bullying her and beating her with the idea that her father, who she had always loved so much, had been no different than him or any other of the men who had used her in recent days.

"And just because he hasn't fucked you," Freddy said, making her feel a chill and quiver beneath him and around his cock. "Doesn't mean that he doesn't want to...or wouldn't fuck you if you offered your tight little cunt to him.” Freddy reamed her again and again and his words, for the first time, made her thighs clench along his sides, her stomach grow tight, her pussy grip hard, and her body erupt as she came at the terrible idea, crying and confused the entire time. In a moment, Freddy was upon her, pressed against her now as he fucked her deep and with a steady, forceful rhythm.

“Did I ever tell you about my daughter?" He whispered. Reagan's body quivered once more as she bit her lower lip and pressed her eyes closed, praying he wouldn't. He proceeded to tell her all the things he had never told a soul, as she panted and writhed beneath him. She opened her eyes to see him rise up a bit as he stopped his story. Suddenly, Freddy's lips pressed against hers, their tongues mingling a bit as he began fucking her once more, making her both cringe and whine at his renewed assault. She pressed back, pushing herself away, and he simply gripped her more tightly and pounded her deeper each time she did. He pulled away once more, rising above her, as he took her, looking down upon her, lost in the thought of finally having her or the ecstasy of taking his daughter, she couldn't tell which. She wondered if she reminded him of her. She quivered again, this time in disgust, kicking her legs up at the knees, half pushing him away and half encouraging him to take her more, unsure of what would faster get him off of her. He slowed and then stopped altogether, briefly.

“Let me tell you about Kimmy," he began.

"No, you sick fuck!" She hissed. He simply grinned and reminded her that he was inside of her and at his mercy with a single, hard thrust.

"Shes no different than you or any of the other whores at the Rabbit,” he began to fuck Reagan again, her much smaller body his to own. She endured his attack throughout as he told the tale of taking his daughter, and she wondered if it had been just like this, in a position like this, perhaps not much different than herself. She found herself wondering about things that didn't matter just to get away....the girl's hair color, whether her body looked like hers, or Crystal's, or one of the other girl's she had encountered at the club. She wondered if the girl was in further danger. She felt her body shift and rock back and forth as Freddy had his fun and had his way. She came to when he paused to question her attention to the story.

“Think I'm pulling your leg don't ya?.. Hold on... I got something to show ya.” She covered her eyes again, lying still beneath him, as she felt him lurch to grab his phone again. Shortly, he was playing a clip of a cute, very young girl beneath a man, who proceeded to rape her mouth.

“Just... Don't.. Cum in my mouth.. Again,” Reagan heard the girl plea, perhaps unaware of who the plea was to. She knew how the video would end, knowing that the one thing Freddy always loved was the one thing a girl did not want to do. She watched the cock on the screen become more insistent and forceful, until the girl's mouth was simply a vessel for the man to take what pleasure he desired, which he did. A moment more and the girl was slapped once, then again, causing Reagan to clench beneath Freddy and recoil. Reagan teared up again at the sight of the man peeling the girl's panties aside and taking her.

"Fuck baby... NOW you're daddy's little girl,” she heard Freddy's voice.

"You're disgusting," Reagan said, looking up at the man who still rose above her, smirking at the conquest he had as much as the one he was having. He tugged her hair and made her watch the rest as he showed himself finishing, violently, completely, inside who he said was his own little girl. Freddy's response was typical for such a despicable, evil soul.

“I fucked that girl two more times before I finally got her cleaned up. Been a month and she has no idea what the fuck happened." Reagan felt him begin to slide inside her once more before again asking her about how much joy her father might find with her. "Bet you've fucked too many guys to care," he said, causing her to cry again. She had been a good girl. With a good family. And now, perhaps he was right...perhaps it didn't matter after the last several weeks. She felt him begin to breath erratically, his strokes less steady and more disjointed. She knew he was close.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!!!! The sound of flesh against flesh was all that was audible in the room for the next several minutes as Freddy got to work once more on taking just what he wanted, his eyes roaming over her still taut, still pretty form, his hands casual and menacing as they ran along her sides, her hips, and her thighs. Her back arched a bit, more to seek comfort than to be compliant, though Freddy took it only one way.

“Ssss-ee? After a while it doesn't even matter who is fucking you does it? All you really want... Is to get fucked.. I've fucked enough sluts to know... You can't hide that shit from me.. I can... Feel it... You need to cum don't you? Just like you NEED to feel it when I unload in that perfect little ass if yours.” Reagan shook her head at his words. She didn't want to be there. She didn't want any of it to be true. Yet her back arched deeper.

“Come on baby.. It's just us," her rapist continued. "Us.. I'm.. Almost.. Fucking.. There.. All.. Fucking.. Most.. Baby.” Her hips rose to meet his and her hand slid down over her stomach. She couldn't believe where she was or what was happening. It was all so confusing, and all too much. She slid a finger along her slit which begged for attention, then lifted it up to begin rubbing over her clit. She cried as she did, and her body arched one last time. She closed her eyes and moments later welcomed the kiss that pressed against her lips. Freddy groaned against her as her arms went around her neck. She hated him and yet she wanted pleasure, for this pleasure was all she could have now. She felt him slam as deep as he could once more, then twice, then a third and final time, where he seated himself as he erupted deep inside her body, failing to pull away even an inch as he unloaded everything he had. As suddenly as he kissed her, Freddy pulled away, then kissed her a second, and third time, as if she were a lover. She shivered beneath him as he withdrew and rolled to her side. She looked down in disgust as his hand began to roam to hers, seeking to take it as if they were some happy couple. Reagan's stomach turned. A few moments of silence later, Freddy sat up and spoke.

“I dono what the fuck that Tony guy has been telling you.. But you gotta know that this is probably it for you right? You're a knockout, not to mention a tight little fuck," he said.

"Thanks," she said, rolling away in contempt.

"But they know how dangerous you are," he continued. "No one is coming to find you." Reagan felt tears well in her eyes and knew Freddy was probably right. She was as scared as she had ever been. "I'd say you've got a few years before you're too old to be useful." Reagan attempted to stifle a sob. Years??? Years of......of this??? "Once they're done they're probably going to kill you," said Freddy. But he wasn't done yet. He rolled her back to him, her teary eyes on full display now. He lifted his phone, recording again.

“We still have a few hours to burn through, but I'm going to do you a favor, and I'm willing to bet Tony sure as hell isn't going to give you this opportunity. You let me make a little video of you, and just how you feel about your old man. And I swear I'll make sure its on the net by the time we're done.. You just... Gotta make it sexy for me okay?" Reagan ran her hand through her tousled hair and gave a sigh. She knew her makeup had run and that she looked like hell to anyone but an evil predator like the man she was locked in the room with. "I want my dick to be goddamn diamond hard watching the video," Freddy said, asking for a souvenir that he could enjoy forever. "I wanna see just how much you regret not letting your old man stick his dick inside you.” He sat back on his knees, beside her, proud of his offer. Reagan remained disgusted. But she raised one leg around where Freddy sat, so that he was once again kneeling between her thighs. Without saying anything more, she simply nodded her head.

Freddy gave a wide grin and turned the phone to record. Reagan's hands rose up to her breasts and she slowly, gently, rubbed her palms over them first up, then down. "Do you like this?" She asked.

"Yeah, I do," Freddy said, watching the girl beneath him. She slid one hand down and slowly grabbed his cock, her body getting chills in disgust at what she was about to do. She rubbed him once, then twice, making sure he was hard, and then lifted her hips a bit, getting closer to him, and anchoring him inside her. She felt him press firm against her, taking her deeply, making her groan.

"You're right," she mewled as her hands lifted high over her head. She watched Freddy place one hand on her side.

"Right about what, little girl?" He asked, smirking as he recorded and began fucking her slowly at the same time.

"I love.......unh!" she gasped. "I love my....my dad," she groaned beneath him. "He's the strongest man I know. He would move heaven and earth to protect me. Unh!!!" She groaned again as Freddy's large cock touched her deepest places. "He used to work here....at the Delton," she lied. "He did security here." She felt Freddy sliding in and out of her little pussy, as his free hand reached low to tug at her folds simply because he enjoyed the manipulation. "He would....unh! UNH!!!" Reagan arched her back, grinding now onto Freddy as she closed her eyes. "He would love to be here instead of you." She let Freddy take her a bit before she continued her tale. "He learned about the Rinkhalis when he took jobs with.....unh....unh....with some of the local police. UNH!!!!" Her body quivered, feeling sensations she didn't want to feel, yet unable to turn them away while she both got fucked and spoke of her father. "When I was a girl he would...unh.....he would run his hand behind my knee," Reagan's eyes opened to look directly at Freddy, making him speed up. "And up my thigh, when I hugged him before bed." Freddy began pounding her as her lies continued....she sat aside her compunction out of survival instincts. "Sometimes he would run both hands over my ass....usually if I was wearing some boy shorts, or maybe some running shorts to bed." She slid her hands to Freddy's waist. "He....unh!!! Unnnnh!! He never....he unh....never fucked me," she continued. "He never tried. Maybe his hands touching me were innocent. Unh!!!!" She gave a high pitched squeal as her body began to react more deeply. "But maybe.....maybe he wanted to fuck me.......like you're getting to fuck me now." Freddy gave a smile. He had what he wanted.....something that another man wanted but couldn't have. It was this power over the girls and other men that he wanted, nothing less. He turned the camera on himself, an error in judgment that made Reagan proud that she had been able to prompt it.

"You hear that, Mr. Tennyson?" Freddy grinned into the camera. "You could have had this little girl for years. Trust me," he said, sawing in and out of her velvety grip. "You would have enjoyed it." He turned the phone back on Reagan before setting it on the night stand where it could film the rest of their encounter. No sooner had he knelt back between Reagan's thighs he unleashed a powerful strike across the girl's face. Then another. Reagan began to sob like a little girl she had once been, her face lightly swelling and no doubt soon to be bruised.

"Daddy's not here now, is he, little one?" Freddy smiled. He turned the girl to her stomach and lifted her hips before slamming deep into her tight pussy once again. His hands tore into her hair, messy blonde wisps revealed between each of his fingers, his hand red at the tight grip he had as he arched her back. "But you wish he was, don't you?"

"Unh!" Reagan moaned at the thrust deep within. "Unh......y...yes!"

"What?" Freddy slapped her on the side.

"Yes!"

"That's right," he said as he bore down, fucking the girl beneath him as hard as he could. "Take it, little girl. Take it for daddy." He laughed at his own sadistic suggestion. "Take it just like daddy would give it to you." Reagan felt tears stream down her cheeks again. She could not move from the arched position she was in, and she could only feel the man behind her as he slapped against her and filled her slit over and over and over. Suddenly, she felt his arm around her waist as her knees gave out and Freddy collapsed upon her, now on her stomach. His hand still in her hair, he turned her to face the camera. "Tell daddy you love him." Reagan shook her head.

"I....I....no!" She squealed. Freddy's free hand slapped her face then her side once, and then a second time, bringing forth something short of a scream as Reagan refused to give Freddy that pleasure.

"Tell him!" Freddy raised his hand to strike her again.

"ILOVEYOU! ILOVEYOUDAD!! I.....I love you," the girl said. Freddy released her hair, both of his hands finding her hips once again, as he rode her a few more, violent moments, before groaning loudly and releasing another load, this time deep in her pussy. Once more he rolled off of her naked form and to his back beside her. As he caught his breath, the girl propped herself up on her forearms, still laying on her stomach where she had just been violated. She turned her head to the man, as if a lover, and through her weary form and her tears, she mustered her reporter's skill from somewhere deep within.

"Why are you like this?" She asked Freddy. The man smirked and looked amused. He took one hand in to her hair again as if to become violent again. Reagan's eyes went wide and she faked a sincere smile, as if she had simply gone along with his abuse and now the charade was to end with pillow talk. She amplified the role by leaning forward and pecking the man's lips, despite her better desires. "No....I mean....why rough sex? Crystal at the club? Me? Why the rapes?" she looked up at the ceiling as if pondering, though she surreptitiously checked to see if the camera was still on, hoping to get a confession of some sort. "I just mean.....why is that your thing?" She nailed one last question on....hoping for it to be the hammer, if the time came and the video was ever recovered. "And how many girls have been here.....like this.....like me?"

 

[Evolutions]

A whole week had gone by since Reagan's sex tape hit the internet. Freddy had waited less than a day after recording it before he uploaded it. Freddy might not have been the most tech savvy guy, but even he was versed enough in how to easily edit a video on an iphone, after which he downloaded an app that let you upload while remaining anonymous. Freddy had simply titled the video 'Reagan Tennyson Sex Tape' as he'd uploaded it to Redtube as the user Bdaddy6969. Within the first 24 hours it became the most viewed video on Redtube, shortly after it started spreading to other porn sites. The name had circulated enough to where the media had picked up on it by the third day. Before when you'd google Reagan Tennyson the first result was in reference to the article she'd written that had exposed the corruption within the city's police department. It was the article that had given Reagan a name in the reporting circle, or at least put it on the radar. Now when anyone entered Reagan Tennyson on any search engine the first four or five results were of her sex clip.

By the fourth day of the sex tape being uploaded Reagan's name was all over the local news. Generally when something like that happens it hits the tabloids, after which nothing much comes from it outside of bad publicity, which ultimately ends up as being good publicity since any publicity is considered good publicity. That of course wasn't the case with Reagan, especially not after the article that Jeff had published which suggested that Reagan was actually missing. While it's true that she had all but disappeared, the video itself seemed to contradict that she was missing. Given that the video was quite edited all anyone saw was a beautiful young blond who was getting fucked, and one who seemed to enjoy doing it. Even going as far as talking about how she wished her dad had actually fucked her, while moaning for her daddy as she got fucked. It was clear that the video had been edited since it would cut in and out here and there, and Freddy had been smart enough to cut out all the part that showed his face or had him talking.

The first paper that had published a story about Reagan was The Shinning Truth's rival. Jeff's paper had been competing with them for over a decade, and given that The Truth was considerably more credible and respected, the rival paper had been waiting for a chance to stick it to them. The article read 'Reagan Tennyson disappearance HOAX'. The very bias article claimed that the disappearance of Reagan Tennyson that had been published by The Shinning Truth was nothing but a hoax to drum up more sales, that Reagan was a photogenic young woman who's face they could plaster all over their front page. The article went on to say that given the video of Reagan that was out there it was likely that she used sex not only to get a job but for her exclusives as well. The article even brought up the legitimacy of Reagan's original article that had exposed the police department, trying to imply that Reagan's credibility was no zero in terms of her past, current, and future reporting.

Jeff was forced on the defensive, and while he was still focused on finding Reagan, he was the only one that could keep the paper from going off the rails. Jeff had a lot of details about what had happened to Reagan, a lot of which had been corroborated by the bouncer that worked at the strip club where Reagan had gone undercover as a waitress. The only problem was that Jeff still had no names, no locations, no faces to actually report on. As Reagan's employer he was also exposed, not just for having written the article about Reagan's disappearance, but of the allegation that Jeff hired a lot of his female staff after they'd given him some kind of sexual favor. Jeff tried to publish a few clarifications about what the truth actually was however the mainstream narrative seemed to be that Reagan Tennyson wasn't actually missing, and that it was a hoax perpetrated by her and her boss. Even when Jeff was invited onto the local news station for an interview, and while his initial instincts were to refuse, the false narrative that was being blasted everywhere didn't leave him much choice. Even though he had published what he knew to be true, the news station would just go on to announce that Jeff was invited to clear things up, but refused. Which in turn would make him and Reagan seem that much more guilty. Of course when he did show up for the television interview instead of a substantial conversation Jeff was on the receiving end of questions along the lines of 'Were you the one who made the sex tape with your reporter? Are the reports true that Reagan was hired only because she gave you sexual favors? And what of the reports that her father IS involved in all this? Witnesses that place him not only at your building shortly after her supposed disappearance, but the fact that the two of you have been together at the very strip club you claim is host to some sort of human sex trade?' The truth of what Jeff was saying was completely lost under the sensationalism that was the result of a scandal involving an attractive young blonde.





“I don't want excuses! I want to know how this sex tape shit happened with your supposed tight hold on her? All that shit about no iphones or devices while with her. I don't care what the news is saying, this shit can come back to us in the blink of an eye. That asshole from the newspaper.. He's already thrown out the name of that strip club you get some of your girls from.. Our names haven't shown up in his articles for the simple fact that he doesn't know them yet... But.. Tennyson does. You let that sex tape get out when you're supposed to have her under lock and key, if she manages to slip our names and identities her boss? What then?” Blurted the mayor as he essentially went on a tirade. A man like the mayor was far too dangerous of a man to let himself be exposed. It was rare that Tony was talked to in that manner, and if it hadn't been for the fact that it WAS Tony's fault, he wouldn't have remained silent as the mayor rambled on. Half a pause later the mayor let out a huffing sigh, his voice a little calmer as he added “Look... Shes a cute kid, and a tight fuck but shes gotta go. Shes too dangerous to keep around... It's time. Get rid of her.” It was the kind of thing that he'd never have said over the phone which is why the mayor had arranged for a face to face with Tony, yet it wasn't exactly the first time he'd pitched the idea.

Through Reagan had never seen Tony's murderous side, she was surely smart enough to know he had one, and in truth Tony was just as cold hearted as the mayor if not more so. He had killed for a lot less, and just about every instinct he had was agreeing with the mayor. She knew far too much, and while he had made some ground with her in the time she'd been his little captive, a part of him wondered if he could ever fully break her. “It was Freddy. He made the tape” Said Tony. “Parker? Yeah I know that slime ball. The question is how did you even let someone like that close to her?” Asked the mayor. Tony took a few steps closer to the Mayor and leaned in “It was a mistake. The moment he threatened to expose us if he didn't get a meeting was Reagan was the moment I should have put an end to this. I thought I could control him. I thought he was smarter than this.. If he can do something like this without thinking of the repercussions... He's a lot more dangerous than Reagan. Freddy needs to go first. Tennyson I'll take care of in my own time.” Said Tony.

The Mayor had to be careful with the likes of Tony, sure he was smarter than the regular pimps and gangbangers that he associated himself with, however he was still a temperamental thug. “He's a politician. I'm not saying he's off limits, especially if what you're saying is true about him. I just don't get the hesitance to finish off the girl. Shes just a piece of ass, you've got your own little harem over there... Get rid of her, trust me you won't miss her.” Insisted the mayor. “Reagan is dangerous, but I'm not done with her yet. At the moment shes too much of a hot button to keep in the city. I'm going to send her away until this media shitstorm dies down.” Said Tony as he took a step back, then turned away to face away from the dark alley they were in. “I still think you should get rid of her... But, if you can deal with Freddy then I suppose you can toy around with the girl a little longer. I don't want to make another one of these trips anytime soon, and I sure as hell don't want to be in the dark about what your plans are for Freddy, and where you're sending Reagan.” Said the Mayor.

“Freddy might be a politician, but he is also a piece of shit, something everyone around him knows. They bite their tongue because he has a little bit of power. Reagan told me that Freddy has a video on his phone. A video he made fucking his daughter who was drunk at the time. I have a guy who can go through his phone, making sure there's no trace of the video he made with Reagan. Afterwards I'll make sure the authorities find the phone after Freddy disappears. As far as Tennyson goes.. How are your connections at Stone Hill prison?” Asked Tony. “Still costing me a fortune. The old police chief and his cronies that got taken down are still there. They kept their mouths shut so I'm taking care of them.” Replied the mayor. Tony turned back to face the major with a grin “How about sending them a little care package?” Said Tony. It took the mayor a moment to get what Tony was implying, his eyes widened a little as he said “You want to send her in THERE?” almost in disbelief. Tony gave a nod “Yeah.. You think you can swing that and keep things quiet?” Asked Tony sounding indifferent. The Mayor thought for a while, his mind couldn't help but go through all sorts of scenarios that would no doubt unfold with a girl like Reagan in a place like that. “Yeah.. I mean everyone will want a piece of her, but that place is a fortress, not to mention nothing around it for miles. On foot it would take a good two hours to get back to the city if not more. Not that I'm worried she'll get out. That place has been running for a few decades now, and not a single escape.” Said the mayor. “The only guarantee I need from you is you wont have her killed while shes in there. Shes MY property, and I'll want her back at the end of this, and if for some reason I don't.. Well, I'm sure you know that I don't make threats without following through on them.” Said Tony. “It's a fucking prison, even with my guys running the place things still happen, but believe me a girl like Tennyson.. She won't be left unattended. I'll make sure she makes her way back to you in one piece.. Physically anyway” Said the mayor with a chuckle. “Good.. Have your man fill me in on the details and how we can make this happen.” And with that the meeting was over.



Earlier that week-


Upon Regan's return from her little date with Freddy she looked like a walking nightmare. She was still in one piece however it was clear that she had been the subject of various forms of abuse, far above and beyond what Freddy's usual tastes were. Tony gave her some attention, even some praise however at that time Tony had no idea about the storm that was to come. It was Lester that had brought the video to Tony's attention as Tony wasn't the kind of guy who spent any amount of time on the internet. To say Tony was furious would have been an understatement, and since he couldn't have gotten his hands on Freddy at that moment the only person he could direct his rage towards was Reagan. It was close to 3 in the morning, which was the usual time that Reagan's day would come to an end. She had cleaned up and had finally gotten to bed.

Tony barged into her room, flipping on the light switch as he stormed over to the foot of the bed. He grabbed the bed sheet within his fist and jerked it to the side. His hand gripped tightly around Reagan's ankle, jolting her awake as he pulled her down towards the edge of the bed. The torn tshirt she had on rode all the way up revealing her somewhat bruised yet naked body into view. She was startled and understandably so, yet Tony gave her none of his usual coddling. He released her ankle and just as she was raising her head his arm reached out, grabbing the top of her head with a fistful of her hair as he sat her upright. With one hand gripping tightly onto her hair the other brought the screen if the iphone directly to her face. “THIS!??! THIS is what you've been doing with Freddy? You let him fucking tape you? This shit is all over the internet you little slut!” Not letting her get a single word in Tony continued as the video continued to play in front of her eyes. “You know what this means? This means you're fucking dead! It's one thing when you've just disappeared without a trace.. But this?!?” He pulled the screen away from her face as he looked down at her terrified face. “This.. Makes you too dangerous to be alive, you understand? Not only are you going to die, but everyone you know, and don't know will remember Reagan Tennyson as some deviant whore. I hope that's the fucking legacy you wanted for yourself!” He jerked her head back, letting go of her hair as she flew back onto the mattress.

Tony turned and walked back to the doorway where Lester was waiting, it was well within an earshot for Reagan to hear every single word however Tony couldn't care less in that moment. “No more clients. That little cunt stays in the building. I want her to get plenty of use, the only thing I want her to see when she opens her eyes is a fat cock in front of her face. When shes done for the day shes all yours, and if she so much as looks at you wrong you do WHATEVER you need to to get her in line, you understand?” Tony growled at Lester, going on to say “This shit is going to get worse, there's no way to tell what direction this video will go in..” He then turned to Reagan one last time as he says “Stupid little cunt..” Before walking out.


If Reagan had thought her time with Freddy was bad it was almost nothing compared to what she had to endure the week that followed. Tony had all but abandoned her as Lester was the one who was given charge of her. Every morning she was thrown onto the same dirty, soiled mattress where the gang members would rape her over and over again. From when the sun came up to when it went down Reagan remained in the same spot. Only given a few moments to herself when the men were regrouping or coming and going. It wasn't until late into the night that Lester finally called off the men, by which stage Reagan was far beyond exhausted. He'd take her back to his room where he'd feed her, usually something leftover from earlier during the day or a burger from a drive-through that was also cold. Lester would watch as Reagan would hungrily scoff down whatever was put in front of her since it was the first and only meal she'd get the entire day. Afterwards Lester would make her clean herself off and 'ready' herself for him, so she could thank him properly for feeding her and taking such good care of her. While Lester wasn't a particularly cruel or abusive man, he was still a hardened criminal. Sometimes all he'd want was for Reagan to lay on her back as he jumped into her until he was done. Other times he'd have her dance for him, ride him, and on a few occasions he'd even get a little rough with her, though Lester's definition of rough was pulling a little hair and slapping her tits and thighs, the kind of abuse that Reagan could take in her sleep.




Current time-



About a week had passed when Tony had given Lester some new instructions, to get Reagan cleaned up and back to her room in his apartment. It was the first time she'd have returned since Tony had shown her the video. It would also be the first time in a week since she'd have seen Tony. While she'd been subject to all kinds of abuse from Lester and the other gang members, her one silver lining was that she was still alive, which must have meant a lot given the last few sets of word he'd exchanged with her were about how he'd be forced to kill her. Lester hadn't told Reagan much other than she needed to get herself cleaned up, after which he took her up to the top floor where Tony stayed, leading her to her room and telling her to simply stay. The entire floor seemed quiet, eerily so, even Jessica wasn't around, someone who'd also been absent from her life the past week. She was left alone for a few minutes before Tony entered the room. Lester hadn't given her an option to dress so she sat naked at the edge of the bed. Tony had on nothing but a towel around his waist, which was soon discarded as he approached her. He motioned with his finger for her to get on the bed and lay down. Given the look in her eyes it almost seemed as if she wasn't sure if he was getting ready to fuck her or to kill her. He got on the bed with her, parting her legs as he got between them. Even after a week of nothing but abuse the girl still cleaned up damn well. The base of his cock rested up against her sex as he looked down at her practically perfect form. His left hand reached out and grabbed her right breast, he squeezed gently as he took hold of his cock with his other hand. He positioned the head at her entrance as he slowly pushed himself into her. Even before his cock was half way in he could feel and see her body writhing underneath him. In part it could have been due to his size, or the fact that it was the first time in almost a week that someone was being gentle with her. It was a sign of just how pathetic and abused her life had become, that her body would react to simply not being raped. “That's a good girl” Tony said to her as he pushed himself deeper into her. Her body began to move in rhythm as he started to pump into her, it didn't take long for her to orgasm after which Tony really picked up the pace. He leaned over her and for the first time in a while he placed his lips over hers, embracing her in a deep kiss as he continued to pump into her. Her body dwarfed in comparison to his yet able to take every bit of punishment he could give her. His lips remained locked onto hers as he pumped into her over, and over and over again until he finally came.

After his orgasm he pulled his lips off of hers, he sat up with his semi erect cock still buried within her. “If I wanted you dead.. You would be. Especially after what you did. I can guess why you did it, and maybe... You thought this would spark some kind of search for you... But that's not what happened. That fucking clip is all over the place, and most people think that your entire disappearance was a hoax. Even your boss from the paper was on tv. Your face is all over the tabloids. They're even saying that your dad was somehow involved in this, there are news vans camped outside his house.” He paused for a while to let the words he'd spoken sink in. Sure he could have been lying, feeding her another false narrative to keep her under control, however as he'd said earlier, if he wanted her dead all he had to do was go through with the act. He already had her, and her body, there was no real reason for him to lie to her. “Reality doesn't always match our fantasies does it?” He said to her as he slowly withdrew his cock from within her.

He got off the bed and walked over to the doorway, he picked something up and returned back to the bed. It was a backpack which he threw on the bed next to her. “You.. I'm not going to kill, but Freddy.. That fucker will be dead before the week is over. Now.. What you're going to do is prove to me that I still have a reason to keep you a live. You're going to take a little vacation. A week, maybe two. Where you're going, and who is going to be there is going to be a surprise, but I'm sure you can guess what kind of work you'll be doing for me.. Pick out some lingerie, whatever you know you look good in, and whatever toiletries you need and stuff em in the backpack. Everything has been arranged. When you're done Lester is going to blindfold you, and drive you to where you need to go.”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Freddy never gave her the answer, content only to continue to use her as he desired. Eventually it ended, though she knew none of it would ever end. When he was finished, mercifully finished, she was recovered by one of Tony's men, one of his many men, and returned to wherever it was that he wanted her to be. She felt nothing but pain, though in reality, she felt nothing at all. Darkness took over as she collapsed that night, her body clean but never fully away from the scars, the bruises, the things Freddy had done. And the night ended abruptly when the door seemed to explode in upon itself, the bright light glaring in her eyes as it was turned on. She slid down the bed as she saw Tony there, his face a mask of rage, his hand gripping her ankle and pulling her toward where he stood. She winced as his hand tugged her by the hair into a sitting position.

“THIS!??!" He screamed. "THIS is what you've been doing with Freddy? You let him fucking tape you? This shit is all over the internet you little slut!” Reagan began to cry, the humiliation before unknown and now known to be in the proverbial "out there." His next words chilled her to her very soul. “You know what this means? This means you're fucking dead! It's one thing when you've just disappeared without a trace.. But this?!?”

"No!" She scrambled beneath him. "No, please!" She begged, as he ranted about the danger she now presented through no fault of her own. He threw her back to the mattress after painting a dim picture of what could soon be a very short future. She tried to get up, but before she did, Tony returned to the doorway, now speaking to the ugly, wiry man who had been something of a keeper for her and for Tony. The boss said the words he said, seemingly turning Lester loose upon her, freeing him to make decisions for her, decisions she would never make for herself. She felt her stomach turn as Tony, who until now she felt to be something of at least a protector in the smallest sense, called her a cunt and left the room. Lester's eyes looked at her the way a wolf looked at a rabbit. She felt every bit the same kind of prey. It was the same look he gave her the next seven days, as he fucked her himself, his own sort of prize, for doing the job of seeing her used by the others, and doing it well.


The following week, she found herself showered, shaved, and clean once more, her body no better for the wear, as she sat on a bed on the top floor, looking up at her superior captor. She didn't know why he was so furious with her. Freddy had been in charge. But she felt Tony's wrath still as he approached. As awful as he was, as terrible as her days and nights had been, she felt herself stir as Tony, the man who could save her, who could decide to help her, who was in charge of so many of the others around her world, approached and removed his robe. Her eyes traveled down his chiseled form and glanced at the sizable cock, growing in her presence as it had before. She averted her eyes and felt herself blush in disgust at herself, feeling too a wetness in her core that had not been present moments before. Tony motioned for her to move, and she turned to lie across the bed, her eyes now looking at his once more. She gasped as he entered her. She always did. He always filled her and this time, she let herself enjoy it when he did. She tensed and lifted her legs, then gave a groan as he approved of the way she took him once more.

“That's a good girl,” he said, almost a whisper, taking her. She began to thrust her hips upward, feeling him press into her as he started to fuck her. In moments she tensed again, releasing herself over him, her body quivering as she gave a loud series of groans and gasps before coming down from her climax, trying to catch her breath. She kissed him back as he kissed her, letting him fuck her harder, wanting him to enjoy her if only so he would keep her here, alive on this planet, for another day, another week. She enjoyed his kiss and felt herself cum again, tightening her grip on him, as he erupted inside her, planting himself deep over and over, until slowing to a halt and rising up to look down upon her.

“If I wanted you dead," he said, "you would be." She grinned and ran a hand along his neck, nodding humbly and content as he continued to abuse her of any notion that anything she had done with Freddy was okay. She had no plans other than to survive, and she found it odd that Tony would accuse her of some master plan to be found by letting her tormentor film her taking the worst abuse she had taken since this ordeal began. She felt tears well in her eyes as he told of the pain she had apparently caused Jeff and her dad. She sighed a deep sigh.

"Then let me go home," she pleaded. Tony began to pull himself from her seedy slit, tugging from within her with the most vulgar of sounds as his tool and her juices separated entirely.

“Reality doesn't always match our fantasies does it?” he said. She began to weep quietly, rolling to her side, hoping he could not see her face any longer. Suddenly, she felt something heavy land beside her, and she turned around. She saw a backpack and wondered what was happening as Tony told of how Freddy would soon be no more. "What you're going to do is prove to me that I still have a reason to keep you alive. You're going to take a little vacation."

"Where?" She asked after Tony told her she would be leaving the compound and intimating the abuse would continue. He didn't tell her. And she wasn't sure she was ready for the answer.

**********​

Three days later, Sean had received a call from Freddy letting him know he'd be in late and that he wanted Crystal on the clock when he got there. Some choice words later, Sean agreed, but couldn't find it in his heart to let the girl suffer again at the hands of that son of a bitch. The events of recent weeks had really interfered with the days when Sean could just run the joint, let Freddy take a girl home here and there, and not be more involved than that. But Reagan Tennyson and all of her fucked up reporting, Tony's desire to make her pay, Freddy and the mayor at the edges of it all trying to remain discreet, and the recent appearance of Tennyson's father made Sean wonder what the hell he was still doing here at all, and how it all could end. He saw no way out that worked out for him. Until he did, or could, he knew he could only keep doing his daily grind, hoping things would die down, no matter how awful it might be for that to happen.

"Crystal, go home!" He said, when the girl walked past the bar, soon after Freddy's call.

"Sean, I need the tips," she said.

"I said go home," he gave the sternest of stern looks. "NOW. Do you understand me?" The girl huffed away toward the dressing room and moments later stormed past, wearing sweatpants and carrying her duffle bag toward the parking lot. She said nothing and slammed the door as she left. Sean retreated to the manager's office, and it was there that he sat when the knock on the door came.

"Go away!" Sean said. The knock came again. "I said," he said, standing and opening the door. He halted immediately, his face growing red as he gripped the arm of the barely legal teenager standing before him, tugging her into the room and closing the door. "What in the hell are you doing.......here?" His daughter looked up at him.

"What is all this?" Becky asked.

"Who told you I was here?" her father demanded.

"That doesn't..."

"It does matter!" He shouted. "I have worked hard for you, for us. And I have made sure there was no way you found out where I worked. Who told you?"

"Tony did." Sean's face grew red.

"That motherfucker had no right," Sean stopped in his tracks, his focus suddenly shifted as the thoughts hit him like a truck. "Did he put his hands on you?" Becky lied.

"No!"

"Good," Sean said, willfully unbelieving Tony would do such a thing anyway. Sean started to gather his phone and keys before opening the door for the girl. "Come on, let's go. You can't be here." As he opened the door, Claire stepped into the back hallway from the back of the main stage area.

"Freddy's here," she said. "And Crystal isn't." Sean made eyes at Claire, suggesting she not talk shop in front of the girl by his side. "Oh, sorry," she said.

"Keep him occupied," Sean said. "We have to go."

"I don't know if I can Sean," she said, "he's shouting for Crystal and not pleased with the girls on stage." Sean looked at Claire as if she was insane, once again warning her.

"It's okay, dad," Becky said, knowing more than even she let on. "He likes strippers, I get it."

"I'll handle Freddy," Sean finally said. "You get her out of here." Claire nodded.

"Come with me," she said, opening a curtain that lead to the dressing area behind the stage. Sean couldn't believe it and gave one more look.

"What do you want me to do, Sean?!" Claire said. Sean said nothing as Claire hustled the girl backstage. Sean went to the floor to find his worst best customer.

"Where is she motherfucker?!" Freddy shouted across the sparse, early afternoon weekend crowd.

"Freddy, come over here to the bar," Sean motioned. "Now." Freddy stepped near, kicking a stool to the side as he stood close, furious at the man who was furious with him. He lowered his voice, hoping Freddy would follow suit. "Crystal got sick," he said. Freddy interrupted.

"Oh fuck you, Sean. The hell she did!"

"Freddy. Lower your voice." Sean looked anxiously at the stage area as one song wound down and another began, another of the girls taking the stage as Sean saw no sign of Becky and Claire. "You know I have no control over these girls sometimes."

"Bullshit," Freddy said. "All I have to say is you better have something good to replace her," he turned to scan the room. "And god help that little girl," he continued to no one in particular. Sean nodded to Danielle, a newer girl, a brunette with a cute body, now on the third stage.

"How about Danielle," he asked. "You haven't been with her," Sean said, as polite as he could sound when talking about Freddy raping the girls. Freddy looked at the girl.

"Fuck that," he said. "Maybe if she lost twenty pounds and...." Freddy's eyes were caught by a rustle of the curtain off the main stage, and he turned to see Claire with a girl stepping quickly down the steps behind her. "Oh....wait a minute." Freddy nodded to the crowd where two men stood up, just before Freddy stepped away from the bar and toward the door.

"No!" Sean said, unable to get around the bar before Freddy intercepted Claire.

"Who's this?" he asked, Sean and the two men approaching quickly from behind the girls.

"Freddy, she doesn't work here," Claire said.

"Well, who is she then?" the man demanded. Claire looked at Sean, who shook his head no, almost imperceptibly.

"This is........ah," Claire stumbled.

"Boys," Freddy said, looking at the two men who quickly separated Becky from where Claire stood.

"Freddy, don't...." Sean was interrupted as one of the goons with Freddy punched him alongside the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked up as the man pulled a weapon and pointed it at the club owner.

"Daddy!" Becky squealed, prompting Freddy's face to light up with delight.

"Daddy?" Freddy asked, Sean, now helpless. "Oh this will be fun."

"No Freddy," Claire said. "Come on. She's too young. Take me back there. You can do anything you want. I'll fight you, let you take what you want and make you work for it. Just how you like."

"You're a little past your prime, don't you think?" He asked, taking Becky by the arm as she tried to pull away. "Come on honey. Time to play with Freddy." Sean bolted up from where he sat and came at the man, only to be struck again by the man with the gun, this time knocking him nearly unconscious as he went to the floor. Freddy turned the corner to the private booths, dragging little Becky with him. "Boy," he said in the direction of Darby, who had come from the kitchen to see what the ruckus was. "Bottle of whiskey for me and the whore. Beers for my guys." Darby nodded slowly and removed his kitchen apron before heading to the bar. All the while the usual crowd, familiar with these antics, took in the girls on stage wanting to get their own. Freddy threw open the door to a booth and shoved the teenager inside. As she turned, he pressed his hands to her sides, lifting her up to sit on the small table, where he stepped between her legs. Becky began to shiver, afraid that Freddy would take what she had hoped Tony might, afraid of this terrible person in front of her, afraid all of this was somehow related to the missing reporter and that she might be missing next. Freddy ran his hand through her hair, before running it along her shoulder, her sides again, and the outside of her thigh, not covered by the little shorts she wore beneath a blue tank top.

"What's your name?" He asked, pressing his lips to her neck, taking in the scent of youth and innocence as his cock grew as hard as it had been in years. When she hesitated, he pulled back and slapped her once, hard enough to stun. "I asked your name."

"B-becky," she said.

"I'm going to enjoy you, Becky," he said, stepping back to open the button on her shorts, tug down the zipper, and reveal the front of some silver, red, and black striped panties she would soon not need. She wondered how many girls had been here before and gotten away, or if any had. He next opened his own pants, sliding them down to his ankles, revealing his cock. Becky began to panic and he grabbed her arm and her side, holding her in place. "Shhhhhh," he said. "You can scream when it hurts," he grinned, ready to abuse the girl at his mercy. "I hope you do." He kissed her neck again as his free hand roamed over her tight stomach and began to slide into the top of her panties. His fingers brushed the top of her slit and the girl tensed up.

"No," she began to cry. "No please!" Freddy continued his assault. He pushed the bottom of her tank top up and looked down, content to take in the sight of her firm, taut body, writhing beneath him and peeking from out of her clothes. He paused to anticipate a girl like this, young, fresh, tight, unblemished, a first timer, the kind he so rarely had anymore but wanted all the time.

"Yes, baby," he said. "Time to play with Freddy." He tugged her shorts down and off, stepping once again between her legs. He leaned over, ready to nibble her neck, wanting to listen to her gasp as he entered her, enjoying her fear almost as he would enjoy her body.

The room suddenly filled with a booming thunderclap, and Freddy's weight pressed her back, into the table more, and the girl screamed. She didn't know what was going on and she felt Freddy slide along her arm on his way down, slumping to the table and eventually to the booth beside it. Through her tears she saw an outstretched arm, covered in the tattoo of a snake, the 9mm handgun poised to fire again if necessary, though it wasn't. Darby took in the sight of the girl, no angel himself, before turning and leaving the room and returning to the kitchen. Sean crashed through the door as she tugged her shorts back onto her body.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Did he...."

"No, dad." She said, as disgusted in her father as anyone else in the room. She saw through the door the feet of the guards where Darby had put them down. She no longer heard music and could tell the patrons had cleared out when the shots were fired. "Can we go home?" she felt a release as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She had never felt so afraid. And she was confused why she had thought about Tony and why she felt....something stir within at the thought.

"Yeah baby," Sean said. "Let's go home."

 

[Evolutions]

The storm had rolled in quite late that evening, thundering and lightning, with strong gusts of wind that caused the rain to slant left, right, and every which way imaginable. The gunshots were enough to clear out The Rabbit, but not enough to do much else. The clubs regular patrons were far from the type that would enjoy being grilled by the authorities about what most assumed was some form of violent altercation. None stuck around to find out for certain. Sean had taken off his jacket and draped it around his shaken daughter's shoulders as he started walking her out. Before they could quite make it out the front door Claire grabbed Sean by the upper arm, pulling him aside from Becky. She pulled him far away to where the girl couldn't hear. She nudged her head in Darby's direction who was already on the phone. She released his arm as she leaned close and whispered to him “Sean, you can't just leave... Darby is already on the phone and I'm sure you know who hes calling. You NEED to be here when they figure out what they're doing with... Him..” As she then turned her eyes in the direction where Freddy and his men were laying.

As much as Sean wanted to get his daughter away and make sure she was alright, Claire was right. He didn't trust Tony, and he wouldn't put it past Tony to try and pin the whole thing on him. Even though that was unlikely given the things Sean knew, with a man like Tony it was best to stay as well informed as possible, after all it was because of Tony that the whole Reagan mess had fallen on his lap. “I can't just leave my daughter here to see this, shes already been through more than enough” Whispered back Sean. “Keys” Said Claire as she held out her hand, followed by “Don't worry, I'll take her home, okay?” Sean's eyes remained on Darby, and though he couldn't hear what was being said he was sure it wasn't good. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, handing them over to Claire. “Fine, just let me talk to her for a minute, and for fucks sake put some clothes on” Sean said to the half naked woman.

He made his way back to Becky, giving her a big embrace, holding her in his arms as he said to her “I need to stay here and take care of... This... You need to get outta here, Claire will drive you home okay.” Becky pushed against his chest and pulled herself away from his embrace. “What? No! You're just going to leave me after what happened, what almost happened to me?!” The anger within her was starting to rise and Sean was making it all too easy for her to direct that anger towards him. She paused for a moment as if she was going to say something else, she opened her mouth before closing it again. Then a second later she added “You know what, fine. I don't care. I'm outta here!” She hissed out as she turned and made her way towards the front exit. Sean wanted to go after her, to calm her down, to comfort her somehow but there was no time. He had no idea if anyone actually HAD called the cops, the strip club that HE managed was in that moment occupied with three dead bodies, one of which was a politician. It was then that Claire rushed past him, looking back for a moment “I got it” She said as she turned towards Becky and called out “Hey! Slow down sweetie!” as she followed Becky into the rainy parking lot.



It was about a half hour later that Tony finally showed up, by which stage the three bodies were wrapped up in a mixture of carpeting and whatever else they could find. Tony was almost soaking wet as he made the short walk from the parking lot and into the club. Lester was a few steps behind as he shook off the rain almost like a hunched chubby dog. Sean was the only one that was out of the loop about what was going on as he rapidly approached Tony. “It wasn't Darby's fault, he was about to rape my daughter, if he hadn't I would have!” Sean declared, even though the truth was that Sean was almost knocked out, and most likely would have been completely unconscious if Darby hadn't stepped in. “Relax.. Freddy was on his way out. This just isn't how I wanted it to happen.. Or where. Other than everyone in this room, who else saw what happened? And of the other girls, andy of the customers? I need to know what our fallout is here.” Tony said very methodically. Sean ran his hand across his jaw as he replayed the events in his head. “No... Just my daughter and Claire. No one else was back here and the place cleared out pretty soon after the shots rang out.” Said Sean, who still hadn't forgotten about the fact that it was Tony's fault that his daughter was there in the first place, however that would have to be a conversation for later as in that moment they still had 3 dead bodies to deal with. “You better be fucking sure!” Tony said to Sean as he turned to Darby and said “His phone.” Tony had instructed Darby to find Freddy's phone while they were talking earlier and Darby already had the phone in his hand as he threw it over to Tony. Tony started to swipe through the phone, and it didn't take him long to find the clip of Freddy raping his drunk daughter. He also saw that Freddy had also kept the unedited clip of the sextape he'd made with Reagan. He turned and handed the phone to Lester who had been brought for a very specific purpose. “Freddy going down like this fucks with what I had in mind, but we can still make this work. I want you to forward the movie he made with Reagan to your phone, afterwards I want you to forward the other clip he made with his daughter to everyone in his contact. His wife, his daughter, friends, family, all of his business associates. Afterwards destroy his phone, got it?” It was an easy enough task to which he gave a curt nod “Sure thing boss” Said Lester as he took the phone and got to work.

Tony then turned his attention to Darby “Go back to the pick and bring back one of our black vans, park out back. One good thing about this storm is it cleared up the streets, even the alleys should be empty. We'll make sure these fuckers are never seen or heard from again.” Said Tony. Darby gave a nod as he left the back area leaving Sean and Tony alone for the time being. “This was the last place Freddy was seen alive, but you probably don't have to worry about any of your customers talking. It'll look like he accidentally forwarded the tape he made to everyone on his contact list. That's more than enough to not only end his marriage and career, but to land him in prison. After that.. I don't think anyone will be surprised that he disappeared. As long as pieces of him don't start showing up.. Which I'll make sure they won't... This Freddy problem is in the past for us.” Tony said to Sean. He went on to add “When Darby gets back with the van and we take the bodies, you need to clean this place up. You need to open up in the morning like business as usual, got it?!” Sean was far from thrilled about the plan, he had no idea where they were taking Freddy's body, or what they were planning to do with him and the other two, and given the mess that was made Sean would be there till morning cleaning up. Of course Sean wasn't exactly innocent in everything that had happened. While he wasn't a killer he was neck deep in everything else, and had no choice but to take Tony's lead. “Fine.. But we have A LOT of things to talk about when all this is done.” replied Sean.





The plan was to take Reagan to the prison after Tony's little moment with her, however given Darby's phone call about what had happened to Freddy it had delayed things a little, which gave Reagan a little more time on her own, though in the end it really didn't make much difference at all since she still had no idea where she was going. Lester had returned about an hour later after he was done forwarding the videos and destroying Freddy's phone. When he returned Reagan was waiting, having had plenty of time to shower and clean up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing skimpy pair of red sheer panties and nothing else. Lester looked her over from head to toe, a body that he'd become all too familiar with as of late, tempted to enjoy her body one last time as he knew it'd be a while before he'd see her again, and as inviting as she looked he knew better than to fuck with Tony when he'd been given a direct order. “Grab your backpack and lets go” Said Lester. He led her down the hall and into the elevator, the storm still roaring outside as they got to the ground floor. Lester grabbed Reagan by her upper arm and led her outside. The rain drenching them both once again “Ahhh fucking dammit!” Lester muttered to himself as he pulled her over towards the back of his car. He released her arm as he popped open the trunk. He then turned to Reagan and simply said “Climb in.” Reagan looked back at him in shock “Wait! What?! Tony sai-” Lester didn't let her finish as he gave her a firm backhand across the cheek, which was enough to knock her onto her back. “You either get in, or I'll tie you up, blindfold you, and gag you the entire trip. Don't fucking making me repeat myself!” barked Lester. It wasn't how Lester usually talked to Reagan however in the past week Tony had all but given Lester ownership of Reagan, and he felt as if she was his when the two were alone. Regardless of how Reagan might have felt Lester's backhand and threats were more than enough for her to climb into the trunk. After she got in Lester threw her backpack in with her. He looked over her wet body one last time with a smile “Keep that whore mouth of yours shut if you know what's good for you” Said Lester as he slammed the trunk shut.

The ride itself was a long one lasting almost two hours, about 20 minutes of which seemed as if it was off road before the car came to a stop. The engine was still running and while it sounded like there was some conversation going on Reagan couldn't have heard much due to the pouring rain and thunder. A few moments later the sounds of metal scraping could be heard as the gates opened. Lester drove in as the gates behind them closed. He walked around back and opened the trunk, he reached in and helped Reagan out, he then pulled her backpack out and handed it to her. Standing next to Lester was a large black man who was in his guard uniform. As she looked around it wouldn't have taken Reagan long to figure out exactly where she was. “Can I get the fuck outta here already?” Lester said to the guard who let out a heavy chuckle “Yeah yeah. I got her from here.” Said Jones as he took Reagan by her upper arm and led her inside. Lester quickly got in his car and drove back to the gates, which slowly began to open. Lester of course started to speed off even before the gates were fully open.

All inmates were within their cells at that time of night, and while Jones didn't walk Reagan in front of any cells, all the guards glared as he walked her past. The most shocking thing of all was that none of them seemed surprised at Reagan's arrival, almost as if they were expecting it. Jones led through the various corridors which were all electronically locked and had to be opened, then closed one by one as they passed through them. Reagan didn't say a word, and nor did Jones as they finally made it to what looked like a reception office. There was a woman in her 40s sitting behind a desk, no doubt the only woman in the entire prison. If Reagan was hoping for some sympathy it looked like she'd be disappointed as the woman looked Reagan over “So... This is her huh? Gotta say.. Never thought a girl that looks like that would end up here of all places.” Said Denise. Jones chuckled “Yeah you're not kidding. The Warden still here?” He asked. She nodded “Yah he is. A little pissed.. She was supposed to be here what... Over two hours ago?” Jones once again nodded “Yeah, but I don't think he'll stay pissed too much longer” Said Jones as he opened the connecting door and pulled Reagan into the Warden's office.

The Warden was a man who looked to be in his mid 50s. He sat behind the desk in a dark tie and white shirt. His jacket draped over the back of his chair. His eyes glanced over Reagan before shifting to the guard “Wait outside till we're done Jones” Said the Warden. Jones gave a nod “Yes sir” as he left the office, closing the door behind him.

He remained seated as he spoke “Reagan Tennyson.. You've certainly caused your fair share of trouble young lady.” He said with a chuckle, while the bruises on her body were mostly faded, they still stuck out like a sore thumb on her pale white skin that hadn't seen the sun in a very long time. “Still.. I'm guessing you've done your part since Tony got his hands on you. Gotta tell ya kid, you fucked with some very powerful people. For Tony to send you here? You must have REALLY fucked up.” He said, pausing for a few moments as he admired her practically naked body. “I don't know what Tony told you, if anything, but there's no timeline for how long you're here.. It could be as short as a few weeks, or... It could last months. This is a maximum security penitentiary, with a smaller population on average with close to two thousand inmates. There's a lot to get through, and even after everything that you must have been through I'm sure you're still a sharp girl so I won't repeat myself. Now.. You're under my care while you're here, and while you're a prisoner, I know a little something about the behavior of those who are behind bars. Again I'm not sure how much Tony told you, but I'm guessing he expects you to cooperate? Of course you either will or you wont, since you have absolutely nothing to lose. What I'm going to do, is give you something to lose...” He said with a soft smile.

He continued “Lets start off with the good shall we? Conjugal visits are extremely rare in max security prisons, however we do accommodate the inmates on rare occasions. There's a room that's used. It's designed like a bedroom, it has an adjoining bathroom fully equipped with a sink, bathtub, and shower. The bedroom has a television as well as a mini refrigerator. If you give me a list fo what you prefer eating I'll make sure the main kitchen is stocked. I'll even let you cook breakfast and dinner for yourself. Your shift will start around 6am, and you'll be working until.. Lets say midnight, after which you can return to the conjugal room which will be yours. You used to be a reporter.. I'm sure we have an old laptop lying around somewhere. No internet, but you can use it to get some writing done. You're going to get fucked.. You don't have any say in that, but as long as you cooperate, you'll get some time to yourself. The conjugal room will be your own, and as long as you follow the rules you'll get at least 6 hours to yourself every night. Now.. Lets get to the subject of your work. I said that our population is close to two thousand inmates, and during your stay you'll go through all of them. About eighty percent of the population is black. Of course you'll be spending most of your time in section A of east wing. It's where we keep the inmates who used to be law enforcement. You'll be seeing more than a few familiar faces, including the former police chief that you got fired then sent here. They might be in prison but they still have some powerful friends, due to that reason they have some influence and some special privileges that the regular inmates don't. Of course your job is to do anything and everything these men ask. While most of the inmates you'll only fuck once or twice, the majority of your time you'll spend in section A. Of course I'm going to give you a list.. You can choose up to 5 inmates as additional visitors. Just because you'll be fucking most of the time you're here, doesn't mean you can't fuck someone you like, or choose. Just remember.. These are all privileges, and if you fuck up.. Your little bedroom disappears.. Your bathroom disappears, instead of your own food you'll be eating the same mush the inmates eat, and instead of having some time to yourself you'll be spending each night in a difference cell with a different inmate... You might be in prison, but that doesn't mean your life can't get worse.. Alright?” He paused for a moment to gauge Reagan's reaction, though given what he'd told her, and the fact that she was told she'd be repeatedly raped by up to almost two thousand violent criminals, there wasn't much to say.. “Every Sunday it'll be your job to give the guards some love. We have a few hundred employees along with a designated swat team. Same rules apply for them. You do what my boys say, and we won't have a problem.” He finally concluded.

He pressed the intercom and told his secretary to send Jones back in. “Jones will take you to your room. Rest up, you start tomorrow at 6am.” Said the warden as Jones entered the office. “Take her to her room” He said to Jones.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"What now?" Roger asked, stirring cream into his coffee and shoving aside the copy of The Beacon that sat on the small restaurant table in front of him.

"What do you mean what now?" Jeremy asked from beside him. "We go find her." Jeff looked at the boy with incredulousness.

"You got some hot new lead?" Jeff asked. "Because you delivered Freddy to her and that's as close as we've been." Jeff's words stung, thinking of the terrible things he suspected Freddy had done.....was maybe doing still. Since the drop off, they had seen or heard of no activity involving the girl, Freddy had not resurfaced, and The Beacon was making the story out to be some odd publicity stunt to no clear end, perpetuated by the two men in the booth with him. He looked down at his plate and didn't reply. "She might not even be in the state by now," Jeff turned toward Roger once more. "I've read and re-read Reagan's stories before she was abducted, looking for clues, the names of people to talk to. I can't think of anything." Roger struggled with his emotions. He just wanted his daughter, his little girl, to be safe. He tried to block out thoughts of what she might be suffering, but trying not to think of the pink elephant never worked, and he could only see filthy gang member after filthy gang member atop her, inside her, abusing her. He sipped his coffee so as not to collapse into it from above.

"Do we know anything about these guys' network?" Jeremy asked. "Who they talk to? Where they escape to when they're avoiding the law?" Jeff fought down a chuckle.

"The law? The point of this story is that they are the law. Walker is running this thing." He said. "At least that's what it appears to be."

"So print that story," Jeremy said.

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked. "We don't have that story."

"We don't have Reagan," the younger man replied. Jeff and Roger blinked at him, confused. "We don't have her either. What's more important right now?" He paused to see if they were picking up what he was putting down. They weren't. "Look....we don't know where she is. We have nothing pointing to the mayor since she went missing. The trail is cold. We could spend months creating a new investigation to find someone that can get us back into that scene with the hope that something shakes loose, which may not happen if we talk to the wrong people. Or, they can come to us."

"How are they gonna come to us?" Roger said. Jeremy turned to Jeff.

"You divide them," he said. "You write that story. Outright say that Walker is linked to an international syndicate that traffics in drugs and girls, that he is the monster head of the corruption that Reagan was reporting. Put him in these videos of her that are now out there - say it's Walker. How does he survive that?" He paused while the two older men caught up. "Either he doesn't, in which case we get the feds to pinch him for more information, or he flips on the cartel and gives them up. If the rats have to scatter off the deck to live, then they'll have to do something with her. We hope to find her then." Roger's blood pressure shot up.

"And what if what they do with her is kill her?" He asked. "You thought of that?" Jeremy blinked, giving no response immediately. Roger was right. That was a risk. Jeff interrupted.

"I have a better idea," Jeff said, before pulling out his phone and hacking out a text that would change the equation for each of them.

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Some guy got killed at my dad's work. The text from Becky to Tony read. She wondered if he were involved somehow. She got no quick answer, and chose to wait by taking a shower before slipping on some boys' boxer shorts and a little t-shirt, before going to bed. She wanted to escape, to run away. She wondered if she would like being with Tony. She wondered if he even wanted her for more than a night. She wondered if maybe just a night with him would make her feel better about things...about anything. He seemed so dangerous, but nothing as dangerous as what she had seen and almost been forced to do. He seemed like he would protect her, but she didn't know if this would could protect her at all. Her emotions were all over the place and as she drifted off to sleep, she hoped she could just run far, far away. The next morning, she rose, went to the kitchen to make some coffee and found Claire groggy, rising from the couch where she had stood guard all night.

"I'm fine you know," Becky told Claire. Claire yawned and then took in the demeanor of the girl. She did seem fine. She seemed mature for her age. But Claire had no way of knowing how deep Becky had swallowed her emotions from the night before.

"I know," she replied. "But your dad told me to wait here until he got home." Becky huffed a bit and returned to her room with her coffee, slamming the door. It was then that she got on the computer, looking for any mention of any story about the killings that had occurred downtown, in her father's club, before her eyes. There was none. How was that possible? How had nobody reported it to the authorities, who would have alerted the media by their activity alone. Unless her dad and others didn't report it. She was so disappointed in him. He had not told her what he did for a living for so long. He was now wrapped up in something bigger than she knew, she was a bit player in some sort of brush with a man who now intrigued her and laid some claim to her body and affections, and her father was covering up a triple homicide. She had no way to make sense of it. She opened a word document on the computer screen and did what her instincts told her. She wrote about what happened.

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Brandon Carter sat at his desk at the Daily Truth, bored and unable to track down any serious lead for any story that he could write quickly and find his day over soon enough to catch a day game downtown. Until he did, work had to get done and the paper had to be put to bed in time for Jeff to approve it and have it publication ready for Sunday's print. By 10am, he was 400 words into a story about some black mold making residents ill at a harbor side tenement, bored even as he wrote it and knowing it was just going to be a slow news day. It was then that his phone warbled with an email alert. The subject was simple, but notable: I saw three men killed. He opened it and read the contents, his eyes growing wide as he put two and two together from what it said. Without consulting with Jeff, Brandon threw on a baseball cap and headed to the club mentioned in the email. He hoped to have a story of his own for tomorrow's front page.

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“Grab your backpack and lets go” the man she heard the others call Lester said to her. Reagan did as she said, pulling a small jacket over her shoulders, covering herself along with only her panties. The indignity never ended, and she wondered where today would lead. The man grabbed her arm firmly before he opened the trunk of a car and insisted she get in. Instantly, she thought she would be killed and began to plead.

“Wait! What?! Tony sai-” her words were greeted with a pain across the face that felt like she'd been struck by a two-by-four. She instantly got quiet. She climbed in when the man told her to a second time, crying the entire time as the trunk darkened everything around her in the confined space. The car ride seemed to take forever, during which Reagan could only sob and think of a hole in the ground in the deep upstate woods that would be her final resting place once they arrived. She missed her father. The thought about Jeremy and wondered if he was going to still look for her. She wondered if her body would be eaten by animals or ever found at all. And when the car stopped, she was grateful for fresh air to fill her lungs even one more time, as Lester tugged her from the car. She blinked once in the day's light, then twice, realizing she wasn't in the woods, but inside the parking yard of what looked to be a prison. She was confused.

“Can I get the fuck outta here already?” Lester said. She looked at him, perplexed as the guard grabbed her arm. Lester took off and Reagan wondered why she was, for the first time, out of the sight of Tony's henchmen.

"Please!" She immediately said to the guard. "Please! People are looking for me! Please let me go home," she began to cry, thinking she had a sympathetic ear in this stranger. She realized she was not when the man simply began marching her into the facility. She felt like animals were watching her, awaiting their chance to feed as she walked past the guards, her thighs and legs exposed all the way down from the edge of the little jacket she wore. She knew that the men in this place would view her with a hunger unimagined.

“So... This is her huh?" A woman guard said as they approached, her eyes looking Reagan up then down. "Gotta say.. Never thought a girl that looks like that would end up here of all places.” she said. Reagan felt her eyes well with tears as the guard asked the woman about the warden before taking her in to meet a rugged, husky man who was clearly in charge.

“Reagan Tennyson," his voice boomed when they were alone. She let the sound sink in. It was the first time in a while she had been addressed as a complete soul, with a name and a being. That impression would not last. "You've certainly caused your fair share of trouble young lady.” She listened to him talk about Tony, and realized this was not a new opportunity at all, but merely a new chapter inside the book that the gangland was writing with her as the main character. "For Tony to send you here?" The warden continued. "You must have REALLY fucked up.” She looked down at her feet as she felt the man's eyes admiring her body. She shivered visibly as he spoke.
She felt terror at the man's idea that her gift to lose, to protect, to savor, was a conjugal visit room inside a prison. She wiped away a tear as the words washed over her, the torment breaking a bit at the idea that she would get a laptop to write. If she could make words on a page, she had hope she could get them to someone outside.

"You're going to get fucked," the man's words broke her tiny reprieve.

Big surprise, she thought a split second before realizing before the man had to tell her who was possibly in the prison with her. "No, please...." she barely got out.

"You don't have any say in that," he continued before telling her there were not hundreds but perhaps thousands of men to whom she was at their mercy. She began to sob, wondering how she was to survive. A woman's body could not handle it. And when he confirmed the former law enforcement inmates were there, she knew exactly which prison she was at and how much she had been delivered here for the purposes only of revenge. She knew how terrible her ordeal was about to become.

"No.....no," she wept, if only to herself. She heard of the privileges she would get, and was amazed he would think of them as privileges. "No.....no," she continued to weep.

“Jones will take you to your room," the man finally said. "Rest up, you start tomorrow at 6am.” The guard, Jones, indicated for her to turn around and she did, before he wrenched one, then another, arm behind her back, placing her in handcuffs as he might any other inmate. He led her around a corridor and down a hallway to a wing of several rooms, much like the room the warden had described. On the far end, he opened the door and allowed Reagan to walk inside. The room was much nicer than she expected, but it was still simply no more than any bare bones hotel suite. She waited for Jones to take off her handcuffs, but instead he just closed the door behind him, then walked around in front of her, where he sat on the full sized bed against the wall.

"Come over here little girl," he grinned.

"The warden said I start tomorrow," she said, compromised on his turf and without her hands.

"Warden ain't here," he said. "And you're the cutest one we've had in here in a while." He opened his pants. "I ain't gonna say it again. Get over here. On your knees." Reagan stepped gingerly, a little girl hesitant to see what she was about to get in to. Seconds later, Jones forced her to her knees before him. An hour after that, he left her sprawled out on the bed, a stomach full of semen and her pussy filled for the first of many times inside her new temporary home. She cried the entire time she was in the shower, and never stopped crying, unable to sleep. She finally, through red eyes, looked at the clock built in to the wall. It was 5:45 am. She did not want the day to start at all.

 

[Evolutions]

While waiting for Darby to get back with the van Tony and Lester worked on moving the three bodies to the back entrance while Sean got started on the cleaning process. A lot of shady things had happened in the club and while Sean knew the kinds of things that Tony was involved in, at the very least Sean had managed to stay away from most of it. That moment was the first time Sean had been involved in someone's murder. While Sean himself hadn't pulled the trigger, his hands were almost as dirty. It had happened in the club he ran, after which he was involved in covering it up. There were two big splatters along the wall that led to the booth where Sean's daughter had almost been raped. The head shot on each of the two bodyguards saw to it that they went down instantly, however the blood loss that resulted from the damage was massive to say the least. Freddy himself had taken multiple hits, and along with the pool of blood on the floor there was blood splatter all along the mirrored walls of the booth. Without a helping hand Sean knew he'd be there for hours, it would be a miracle if he got everything cleaned up before opening time in the morning.

“So.. How'd she take it when you dropped her off?” Tony asked Lester as the two waited by the open door at the back of the club. It was still heavily raining, and the lights in the alley were all broken, which essentially meant that it was pitch black out there with the exception of the light that was streaming out from the open door. “The little slut thought she was going to be rescued until she realized where she was, and what was going to happen to her” Said Lester as he stared out into the darkness, his mind already conjuring up all sorts of twisted images of what would be done to Reagan. Lester went on to ask “So how long are we really leaving her out there?” Tony stuck his head out into the rain for a second so he could see down the alley, however it was still dark. “Goddammit.. He should have been here by now.” Tony muttered to himself as he pulled his head back from out of the rain. “Fucking hate this rain shit” He said before addressing what Lester had asked. “Tennyson? Not sure.. Any other girl and she'd be dead already. The Mayor was pushing that pretty hard, but I'm not done with her yet.. Shes starting to break, I can feel it each time I fuck her. A few weeks at the prison will do her some good, by the time I pick her up she'll be begging to come back..” Tony was about to go on until a bright light flooded the alley as Darby pulled in. “Well about fucking time!” Said Tony. The three men loaded the bodies into the van which only took a few minutes, after telling Darby and Lester to wait in the van Tony went back inside, following the thick trail of blood they had created while dragging the body to the back. “I'll take care of the bodies, you get all this shit cleaned up.” Tony said to Sean who was in the process of scrubbing the wall in the hallway that was right outside one of the booths. “I don't think I can get this all cleaned up on my own, especially before morning.” Said Sean. The last thing Tony wanted to her was excuses, especially since Freddy's exit was considerably more messy than he'd originally planned, and in large that was Sean's fault. “I know it was my guy that offed Freddy and his thugs, but you need to remember that I'm the one saving your ass here. This isn't the first mess of yours I'm cleaning up, don't forget that it was YOUR bullshit that unleashed all this Reagan trouble on us. If that girl had escaped knowing the things she knows, I don't think she'd see you as some innocent bystander who got mixed up with the wrong people. That might be the image you have of yourself, but we both know that's far from the truth. Get this shit cleaned up!” Said Tony, not waiting for a response as he turned and made his way back to the exit.

Brandon Carter fought through the rain as he drove towards the strip club. The Lucky Rabbit was well known within their paper by that point, most of the writing staff were very familiar with Reagan, what kind of reporter she was, as well as the kind of person she was. She was the kind of girl who worked hard, and played just as hard, though it wasn't like any of the staff knew about the latter. More than a handful of the male staff had tried asking her out at one point or another, including Brandon, all of whom had struck out. Brandon saw through all the reports and articles that suggested Reagan was part of some publicity stunt, much like Jeff, Brandon was well aware of the very real danger Reagan was in. While Jeff was the one who was leading the charge in terms of trying to clear Reagan's name and locating her, Brandon had tried to give as much insight as he could. The email he had just received could have been some kind of trap by those that had kidnapped Reagan, just as it could have been a while goose chase that one of the other papers had orchestrated to waste his time. That was the main reason that Brandon had gone out on his own, the last thing he wanted was to pull Jeff into something that turned out to be a waste of time. It was about 3am by the time the senior reporter made it down to the club. Instead of pulling into the parking lot he parked across the road. The rain had let up a little however it was still hard to see what was going on inside. Just like with any strip club it was next to impossible to tell what was going on.. However the fact that the parking lot was almost completely empty was telling in itself. These places were usually open well into the night. Reagan had been undercover for weeks from what he'd been told.. He was certain that she was writing up notes within that time. He wished he could have gotten his hands on those notes... Some names at the very least would help him. The only real name they had was Sean Davis, the man who supposedly ran the club, with the exception of that, everything was up in the air. While the authorities were doing their so called due diligence they had questioned Sean, who had seemingly told them he'd known nothing about what had happened to Reagan, which to Brandon seemed as if Sean had picked a side already..

Brandon had one of two options, either investigate himself, see if he could get someone to answer the door, or possibly break in to see if the email he'd gotten was legit or not. Neither of those options seemed appealing to Brandon.. “C'mon Brandon... Think.. Think..” He said to himself as his palms slammed against the steering wheel. It was then that he had an idea. He got out of the car and made his way towards the phone booth that was a few feet away from where he'd parked his car. He dialed 911, placing a call about hearing gunshots coming out of The Lucky Rabbit, and also reported hearing a young girl scream. He hung up shortly after before the operator could ask for further details. He hurried back to his vehicle, his eyes on the strip club as he waited.

Almost ten whole minutes had passed before a squad car pulled into the parking lot of the strip club. By that stage there was barely a light drizzle which gave him a better view. He pulled out his camera and zoomed into the entrance. He watched, snapping photos as one of the officers knocked at the front door. A few minutes passed without a response. One of the officers then pulled out his baton and locked it against the door a few times, after which it looked like the officer called out louder for an answer, however Brandon was still too far away to hear what had been shouted. A few more minutes passed before the door finally opened. A few words were exchanged as Brandon continued to click away with his camera. Suddenly without any warning something changed and and Brandon could see the two officers changed their demeanor. One held out his hand as the other pulled out his gun. It looked like Sean was trying to push at one of the officers before the officer pushed him back into the club. After which all three disappeared inside with Brandon having no way of knowing what was going on. It was still too early for Brandon to make his own presence known. He was sure that there would have been little to no radio chatter at that point, and while he was in no way implicated, and was only following a lead, he knew for the time being the smart play was just to watch. What had happened to Reagan went deep, very deep. After Reagan's expose into the police department there weren't many who trusted the police force, even after it had supposedly been 'cleaned up'. Either way if they were going to find Reagan, they'd have to do it in the way that forced the hands of the authorities.. Which meant digging up a story that the media couldn't ignore, nor could the authorities. A few more minutes passed before the front door flew open as one of the officers ran out and into the squad car. Unlike the call he'd made where it had taken the cops a good ten minutes to show up, it only took about three for 3 additional squad cars to show up after the officer made the call. Brandon watched as more officers went in. They continued to go in and out for the next few minutes before the two that had gone in first finally came out, with them they had the manager Sean who looked as if he had his hands cuffed behind his back. Brandon continued to snap photos of Sean being put into the back of the squad car. The place now looked like an active crime scene, and while there wasn't a coroner's van, nor were any bodies being taken out, it seemed that the email he'd gotten was legit. The question how became who had sent him the email, and what the hell was going on. It was close to 4am at that stage as Brandon pulled out his phone and sent a text to Jeff 'Sean Davis just got arrested at the strip club that Reagan went under cover at. Get back to the office asap and I'll fill you in on everything!'



It was a little after 6am when Reagan was startled by a loud bang, followed by the sounds of keys jingling as the guard opened the door, it would be a sound that Reagan would get all too accustomed to hearing. The man who greeted her wasn't Jones but a different man, someone who gave her a cold smile as his eyes moved over her naked body. He was just one of many men that had looked over Reagan like she was nothing but a piece of meat, more than that she'd been used in that vary manner, something that Reagan was forced to endure. “No time to eat today, get up and put something on, you've got a long day ahead of you.” The man said to the girl, adding “And for fucks sake clean up your face” referring to the tried tears on her face. He watched as Reagan got up off the bed, taking the backpack she had arrived with as she made her way to the bathroom, she was just about to close the door behind her when the guard called out “Uh uh, door stays open.” Just to make things that much more uncomfortable for Reagan he walked over to the doorway of the bathroom and stood there.

The abuse that Reagan had endured at the hands of the gang members at Tony's little lair had never gotten any easier for Reagan, however in a way she had at least gotten used to the repetition of it, here however she had no idea what to expect, and as bad as Tony was there seemed to be a part of him that was her protector, and she could see the fear he instilled in his men, where his word was not to be gone against. Where she was in that moment was far far away, at the mercy of the Warden, a man she couldn't yet size up, however he was most likely far from a class act given the way he ran his prison. Her stomach was already rumbling and as she tried to think back she couldn't even remember the last time she'd eaten, each of her memories seemed a nightmare after a nightmare. As much as she didn't want to she washed off her face, looking over at the guard she could tell that there wasn't much more time than to dry her face and put something on. She picked up the backpack off the floor and placed it on the edge of the sink. She opened the zipper, plunging her arm in and pulling out the first thing that her fingers latched onto, which happened to be a sheer red g string. She quickly slipped it on and was about to dig up something else when the guard just shook his head “That's good that's good, let's go already!” As he stepped into the bathroom, grabbing Reagan by her upper arm and pulling her out of the bathroom, then out of the bedroom area.

The moment she was pulled into the hallway she was blinded by the fluorescent lights. Instinctively she raised a hand and covered her eyes, a part of her simply not wanting to accept what was happening, nor see it. The floor was cold against her bare feet as the guard led her down the hallway, they paused for a moment as they got to one of the gates, the man on the other side buzzed him in he looked over at Reagan, still holding her by her upper arm, he reached out with his other hand and pulled her hand away from her eyes “Remember, your job is to act the part of a whore” He said to her coldly as if he really believed that's all she was. Even though the sun was slowly starting to rise there were no windows in the hallway, other than the bright lights. While none of the guards touched her, it seemed all of them looked her over in a similar way to how Freddy had looked at her. That look of crude satisfaction knowing that they'd get their chance with her soon enough. It took about five minutes of walking through corridors and hallways before they finally got to section A.

They stopped at a large door with a glass window, which was no doubt bulletproof. It took a moment before there was a loud buzz, the guard opened the door and led Reagan forward. The opening of the wing was huge, each side had two sets of cells, one on the ground floor and the other on the second floor. Not only were all the cells open but the inmates had all gathered around to watch the spectacle. “Alright alright.. Back up, back up!” The guard demanded. While the men in that particular section got special and preferential treatment, there were still protocols that the guards had to uphold. Reagan had been asked by Tony to play along before she'd left, and even the Warden had told her how she was to act, what was her job, and even after everything she had endured there was no way for her to hide the sheer fear and panic she was feeling in that moment. The gang members were one thing, whereas all the saw in Reagan was a nice piece of fuck meat for them to take pleasure in. The mean there were leering at her in that moment.. For a lot of them she was the reason that they were there, it was her reporting that had exposed them. Her reporting that had taken them away from their friends, family, her that had taken away their freedom. Sure they were still men, and each of them wanted to use her, yet she could see these men wanted more..

Reagan let out a yelp as the guard yanked on her arm, pulling her back to reality as he led her up the staircase, the inmates followed a few steps behind. Once on the second floor they walked past each of the empty cells until they got to the one where the former chief of police was residing. It was then that the guard released her arm. “Shes yours today, do whatever you want, just keep your men in line.” Mike simply gave the guard a nod. “Alright alright.. I'm sure you'll all get a turn, just get the fuck outta the way” said the guard as he made his way past the inmates.

The former police chief Davis had been stripped of his position, and while he still had some sway in the prison, all he'd been reduced to was a number. Those that he was close to called him by his first name, Mike, while the others who were a lot lower on the totem pole simply referred to him as Mr. Davis.

Mike sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a plain gray shirt that was part of the prison attire. It hid the size of his body to some extent, however his protruding stomach was still very much visible under the fabric. He sat completely naked from the waist down. His thick hairy thighs fully visible, as well as his semi erect cock that he was stroking at the view of the terrified young reporter. “Ricky, bring her over!” Said Mike. There was no warning as Ricky grabbed Reagan by the back of her neck and walked her into the open cell, he pushed down on her neck, forcing her onto her knees in front of Mike. Just as Ricky let go of her neck, Mike reached out with his free hand and gently ran his fingers through her hair until his fingers were resting along the back of her head. He forced her head closer as the expression of disgust grew on Reagan's face. Reagan raised her hands and pressed each of her palms against his inner thighs as if she was getting ready to use all the strength she had to push away. Yet she didn't quite push back, that signature look of fear was one that Mike had seen in the eyes of a few of the girls that had been brought into the prison, none however were quite as satisfying as the one he was looking at in that moment.

Mike didn't ask for her permission, simply pulling on her head until the head of his cock rubbed up against her closed lips. “Come on baby open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He said softly as he began to rub the head of his cock along her lips, savoring the moment, her reluctance, as well as her helplessness. He released the base of his cock, the head pulled away from her lips just long enough for Mike to thrust one of his fingers into her mouth, past her lips, forcefully prying her teeth open as he slowly started to force his cock into her mouth. “That's a good girl, see? That's what you want, it's okay, be a good girl for me baby” He whispered to her as he slowly pulled his fingers away, his cock pushing into her mouth. Tears started to stream down Reagan's cheeks at Mike let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as he felt Reagan's mouth wrap around his cock. “Thaaaaat's a good girl, just use that mouth of yours.” He continued.

Just as Reagan had started sucking Ricky reached down and grabbed Reagan by her hips, forcing her onto her knees, forcing Reagan to dig her fingers into Mike's thighs to keep her self leveled, though Mike didn't mind, at least not in that moment anyway. Ricky wasted no time as he stripped down, a man who's face she only knew from memory when he was in court. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side as he started to force his thick cock into her. “Fuuuck, bitch might be tight but you're not going to believe how wet the little slut is!” Ricky said with a sneer as he jerked his hips forward, the weight of his body forcing more of his cock into her, pushing Mike's cock deeper into her mouth. It had been some time since either of the men had gotten any pussy, and while Mike was showing some restraint, the moment Ricky had his cock inside her his hands dug into her hips tightly as he began to ruthlessly pump into her. What had been excited chatter from the men who were watching had turned into cheers and crude insults. While the sound wasn't quite deafening it was certainly close.

At that point the tears were freely streaming down Reagan's cheeks, and as the men continued to cheer and yell, Mike leaned forward, close enough to where he didn't have to whisper, however due to the noise what he was saying would only be heard by her. Instead of letting her suck of her own accord Mike's hand that was resting at the back of her head turned into a fist, gripping her by a big chunk of her hair as he began to pull and push on her head, fucking her mouth at his own pace, much like the way Ricky was doing however the two men were far from in sync with each other. Each was simply using her at their own disposal, with not a single concern for her well being or pleasure. “I've been dreaming of this moment for some time kiddo.” Said the 56 year old man. “It'll still be a few years before I get out.. But I've been dreaming about what I'd do to you.. What I'd say to you.. Bet you never thought I'd get my hands on you huh?” Mike went on to say as his cock continued to pump in and out of her mouth, her mouth twitching as every so often he'd push so far that the head of his cock would hit the back of her mouth, even forcing it's way into her throat. Reagan had been forced to endure much worse, but the fact that Reagan was completely lacking in control wasn't helping. She had no idea when he'd just push his cock into her mouth, or which thrust would try to force it's way down into her throat.

“I bet you've heard the word cumdumpster before. That's.. What you are Reagan... No one wants to get to know you, they don't care about how you feel, all they want is to stick their cock inside you, and empty a load, afterwards discarding you as if you were nothing but a dirty, used, dumpster. No one will bring you home to meet their parents kiddo, this is all you'll ever be good for..” Mike said coldly before letting out a laugh “But don't worry.. It just so happens you're still young.. Hell you don't even have to do anything.. You've got years left, and I'll make damn sure that being a cum dump is ALL you ever amount too!” Only a few minutes had passed before Ricky's grip on Reagan's hips tightened “Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck! I'm gonna cum!” He cried out, to which one of the men watching the show added “Fuckin' A Mike just blow your load already!” The men let out scattered laughter as Ricky kept a hold of one of her hips while releasing the other. Just as he was cumming he began to slap her outer thigh, each each load of cum that he'd shoot into her he'd slap her harder and harder, forcing Mike to tighten his grip on Reagan's hair to keep her steady as he worried about his own pleasure.

Ricky gave her another crude slap before he pulled his cock out, out of breath he slowly rose to his knees, looking down at Reagan's ass as it moved back and forth, the motion of her body caused by Mike fucking her mouth was forcing the cum that Ricky had shot into Reagan's cunt to ooze out. Mike gave her no warning at all as he began to cum, the first shot bursting out just as the head of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth, he released her hair though not before another shot burst into her mouth before Reagan was able to pull away. Mike continued to cum as thick jets of cum shot onto her face, followed by her hair as he continued to cum over and over. He didn't give Reagan so much as a moment to rest before he grabbed her by a fistful of hair, forcing her head up so he could see her cum smeared, tear filled face. A cock that was still practically rock hard staring back at her as he said with a smile “You have no idea how beautiful you look baby.”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Cumdumpster. She had heard the term before. Crude boys as far back as junior high used it. She never had imagined she would live it. Yet here, at the mercy of Chief Davis and the men that shared his cell block, there was no better word to describe who she was. She of course recognized the police chief the minute she saw him, her stomach sinking low with the knowledge of the sadism he would likely inflict, given she had been the singular reason he had been incarcerated here. Indeed, payback was hell. And hours later, the man who had taken her to him, escorted her back, sore and bruised as she always seemed to be, back to her little room, where she tried in vain to clean the filth she felt from her skin, and cried herself to sleep as she had so many other times. She began to wish for something worse. Or perhaps better. She wondered if death would be preferable. She feared never seeing her father again. She thought about Jeremy. And locked away from the world, she thought about a freedom she never thought she would have again. She fell asleep, already terrified about the next day, and the next. And she knew also that it was time to look for a plan to escape, something - anything, to survive. She began to bang on the door until the man who had been her escort arrived once more.

"Yeah?" He said. "You better get some rest little girl."

"I....I cleaned up," she said, bowing her head, saying the unspoken invitation. The man grinned. She felt his hand caress her face briefly. She hoped he would play along, that he would be seduced. What was another cock in her body if she could distract him and get outside? Rare was it that she was ever alone with one person. Lester always knew her predilections and movements, and was cautious. This cop, perhaps was not. Her eyes lifted to meet his.

WHAP!!!!!

The man slapped her as hard as she felt he could, sending her staggering back into her room.

"Stupid whore," he said. "I'd love to have a shot at you. Goddamn right I would. Not often I've gotten one who could pass for my daughter or her friends." He turned to close the door again. "And I'll get my shot," he said. "But if you thinks you can get me hot an' bothered, and you get out of here alive?" He grinned once more. "Think again." He slammed the door once again and walked off. Reagan pulled herself to her bed, and lie down, finally allowing her muscles to relax after tugging on some small sleep shorts and a baby tee shirt from her pack. Tears slowly rolled over her cheeks, only single drops, as she realized an escape would not be simple under any circumstances - a reality she had known before, but which hope she had been naive to let rise to the surface. A welcome sleep settled her into darkness, where she saw her daddy's face in her dreams, her rescuer mixed with her tormentors in her mind, so that sleep would not be peaceful again.

*****​

Jeff's text had been to a woman at the District Attorney's office, a contact he had sourced over the years. He asked for any information about any investigation that was ongoing as to the police or the mayor. The response had been quick to come.

Police prosecutions ongoing. Nothing on Walker. Give me a lead on F and I'll get you something you can print. Jeff's shoulders slumped. A dry hole. Of course people had talked shit about Freddy for years. Of course he was corrupt. But he was good enough to avoid prosecution. And thus far, the only evidence Jeff could share would be Reagan's research into Freddy getting kickbacks from a prostitution endeavor with the Rinkhals, of which Reagan herself might be part. Problem was to give that to the D.A., then to run some report after corroboration by prosecutors of new information, meant Freddy and the Rinkhals might shut the operation down, destroy evidence, and ship the women out of the states. Or worse, kill them. Which meant they would eliminate Reagan, the very girl Jeff was trying to save in the first place. He tossed his phone and didn't respond further. Only an hour later, he received a message from Brandon Carter, one of his cub reporters.

Sean Davis just got arrested at the strip club that Reagan went under cover at. Get back to the office asap and I'll fill you in on everything! Jeff was mildly interested, though it seemed that Davis had been largely out of the loop on Reagan's whereabouts for some time. But the mention of filling him in suggested there was more to the story, and Jeff decided to call Roger and Jeremy, both of whom had gone home, or perhaps to drink their fears away, when the party had split up from the diner. The three planned to meet at the Truth offices as soon as possible, and Jeff headed his car through the streets as fast as he could, wondering if the information he would soon get merited this excitement.

********​

Early afternoon, Tony's phone warbled with a message that was simple and concerned.

My dad isn't answering his phone.

Becky had tried, after several hours, to reach him. Despite her anger and fear, she wanted to make sure he came home safe, having witnessed the deaths of three men who would not. And if, for some reason, he didn't, her only suspect would be the man who had intrigued and scared her. She sent a second message.

Why not?

She dared not accuse him of killing her dad, but her fear was real. Home alone, sitting at the kitchen table and wondering what to do now, she eagerly awaited a response - any response. And she waited to see news from the Truth or any other outlet about the scoop she had sent in. She didn't know if it had even been received. She sat at the dining room table, just worrying.

"Honey, it's going to be okay," Claire said, still standing watch.

"How do you know?" Becky sneered. Claire didn't. "Where's my dad? Have you heard from him?" Claire had not.

"No," was all she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. Becky got up and went to her room. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wanted to get away from this hell. At the same time, she wondered if she wanted to run to it by being with Tony. Perhaps what she had was simply a schoolgirl crush, dangerous though it was. She thought about her prior messages and the indication that she was alone without Sean. She texted him once more.

Claire is guarding me. Where is my dad??? She sighed in frustration. She thought about everything. Her dad's career. Reagan Tennyson's disappearance. Her undercover work. Her own assault by a city official. His death along with two other men by a known associate and Rinkhal, bearing the same tattoo that this man....the man who had just recently touched her like a man would want to touch a girl....had. The picture wasn't quite clear to her, but the pieces all seemed to be from the same puzzle. She fell asleep, wondering what would happen next.

 

[Evolutions]

Tony had gotten Becky's text but had chosen to ignore them for the time being since he had his hands full at the moment. It wasn't until he got texts from Claire as well saying that Sean wasn't responding to her texts either that Tony realized something must have been up. The last time he'd seen Sean he had said that they needed to talk. After all a lot had happened and Tony still needed details. Even before Tony could pull into the parking lot he could see the cop cars. While he didn't pull into the parking lot he had a good view of what looked like was going on. The entire area seemed to be closed off, with yellow tape plastered around the front door. Tony had seen more than enough crime scenes to know what was going on. They must have gotten Sean, the only thing that Tony couldn't understand is how. Sure there were customers when the shots hand rung out, but none of them would have been stupid enough to call the cops. The thick rain that followed after had been more than enough to cover their tracks. That and they'd loaded up the bodies from the back, and there was no one around. Regardless, it didn't change the fact that Sean had gotten picked up.. Given how neck deep Sean was with everything involved Tony knew that he'd keep his mouth shut.

From the looks of it Sean hadn't managed to get all the blood cleaned up by the time the cops showed up. Where Sean lucked out was the fact that there were no bodies, and Tony had seen to it that the three bodies would never be found. Tony sent Claire a quick text. 'Sean got pinched. Don't tell Becky. Go home and don't go anywhere near the Rabbit until I tell you. Make sure the other girls stay away as well.' Tony then sent a text to Becky. 'Pack an overnight bag, I'm coming to pick you up.' It took about a half hour before Tony was parked out front. He barely beeped the horn before Becky came rushing out. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts, a tshirt, and a backpack slung over one shoulder.. She could have easily been a school girl. She got in and slammed the door shut. “What the heck is going on? My dad isn't responding, Claire just up and left without giving me any kind of explanation, and then you show up?!?” Becky asked. “Becky.. Calm down.. Okay?” Said Tony, raising his voice. Becky quietened down, at least enough for Tony to get back on the road. “Your dad got picked up, somehow the cops found out about what happened..” Said Tony, his eyes still on the road. Becky went completely pale as she heard the news. Of course she knew why her dad had been arrested, or more specifically how they'd found out.. She'd tipped off a reporter. Given the way Tony had said it, she wasn't quite sure if she should tell him that the reason her dad was in jail was actually because of her. “I-is he going to be okay?” She asked. A part of her was being genuine, after all Sean was still her dad, yet another part still felt as if he were in part to blame for what had happened.. What had almost happened to her..

Tony didn't want to give her the details of what had happened, after all Becky still had a very fuzzy image of who Tony really was. “I'm sure he'll be fine. Hes smart enough to not say anything without a lawyer. For now I think what you need is to get away for a while. I've got a place you can stay at.” Said Tony. Once again Becky wasn't quite sure how she felt. She was attracted to Tony even though she shouldn't have been, and at the same time she'd also never just run off with a guy, so why was she doing it with him? The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. It wasn't long before they pulled into the city. He took her to the high end of the city where his condo was. It wasn't exactly one that he used often, half the time it was for when one of his high end clients needed privacy, the other times it was whenever he had a girl that he was grooming. Becky's eyes were wide in surprise as Tony pulled into the underground parking lot. She was both nervous and excited as Tony led her out of the car and into the elevator. Becky was even more surprised when the elevator ride came to an end, and the doors slid open. Tony led her down the hall, it wasn't a long walk before they were at the door. Tony opened the door and led her in, flipping on the light switch as he walked her in. The small hallway opened up into a large living area, two corners of the room were glass panels with a beautiful view of the city down below. Becky dropped her backpack as she paced over to the glass. Her palms pressed against the cold glass as she peered down. “You... Live here?” She asked, not quite able to hide the bewilderment in her voice. Tony let out a soft chuckle “Why, where did you think I stayed?” Asked Tony. “Oh.. I.. I didn't mean.. I mean it's just that.” Becky said in a softer voice, somewhat embarrassed at her assumption. Becky was of course right, given Tony's lifestyle the place he spent most of his time in was less than desirable. “It's fine kid.” Said Tony as he walked up to her. Becky didn't turn around as she huffed “Hey.. Don't.. Call me kid.” Tony took her by her wrist, pulling her hand off the glass as he yanked her over to him. He wrapped one arm around her back as he pulled her close.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He let go of her wrist as his hand found her ass cheek. His grip was firm as he squeezed. The kiss deepened as he continued to press her body against his. It wasn't the first time he'd kissed her, and just like the last time it was something he just did. Becky had resisted the kiss somewhat at first, however as Tony trapped her in his arms, as her body pressed against his, she couldn't help but react. A soft moan escaped her as Tony continued to grope and kiss her. Tony kept his arm around her waist as he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. “I-Is this why you brought me here? To..” Becky said in a squeaky voice, not quite ready to say the words out loud. “I told you last time.. That.. Isn't going to happen until you're ready.. Until you ask me for it... But.. As long as you're here.. You ARE mine..” Said Tony, his voice firm as he unwrapped his arm from around her back. There were no more words, nor did he give Becky a chance to speak as he started pulling on her shirt. Becky didn't seem to give much resistance as she raised her arms, allowing him to pull her shirt off altogether. He reached around her back, unclasping her bra without much effort. Gently his hands pulled down her shoulder straps before pulling the bra off completely. He looked down at her young frame. He crouched down in front of her, his hands moved onto her shorts, once again he tugged on the fabric, pulling them down easily enough till they were past her knees, and as he let go her shorts fell down to her ankles. The only thing she was left wearing were her panties. His hands rose again, working their way up the back of her legs until each and gripped her ass cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips against the crotch of her panties, giving her a long. The wetness of his mouth soaking through her panties as he felt her body shake, so much that her hands pressed against each of his shoulders.

Without much warning both Tony's mouth as well as hands pulled away from her. He moved her hands off of his shoulders as he stood back up on his feet. “Get on your knees Becky.” Tony said to her in a calm voice. She didn't say a word as she lowered herself onto her knees. Tony reached down, unbuckling his belt before undoing his jeans. He didn't have anything on underneath, which made it effortless for him to pull out his cock which was already semi erect. He looked down at Becky who could do nothing but stare at the thick organ throbbing in front of her face. “You've never done this before have you Becky?” Tony asked. Becky didn't say anything, nor did she look up at him, simply shaking her head back and forth. Tony let out a low chuckle. “You want to?” He asked. There was a moment of silence as if Becky didn't know what to say or do. Finally she gave a nod. “Good girl, start with your mouth, then your hands, lets see if you can get me hard all the way first.” He said with a grin. Her eyes flashed up to him for a second, her cheeks visibly flushing before her gaze returned back to his cock. He reached out with one hand, placing it at the back of her head as he moved her closer, and closer, until the head of his cock was pressing up against her lips. His other hand took hold of his shaft as he began to rub the head against her lips. “I'll talk you through it Becky, now be a good girl and open your mouth.” He said to her softly, without waiting for a response he started to push himself into her mouth. There was slight resistance at first before he felt her lips part. “That's a good girl.” He said to her as the mushroom tipped head disappeared into her mouth.

Tony continued to coach her, telling her what to do, what would make it better for him. When to look up at him, how to use her tongue, how to use her hands. The entire time he continued to gently keep his hand pressed at the back of her head, once or twice he felt her trying to pull away however he didn't let her, and both times Tony didn't give her much choice but to continue what he'd asked her to do. It would have been clear to anyone that Becky was very new at what she was doing, it was something that Tony knew he could not only take advantage of, but make some money off of. Things went on for a good ten minutes before Tony was ready to cum. He slapped her hands away and told her to close her eyes and to look up at him. Tony's hand once again found it's way to his shaft as he began to stroke himself, it wasn't long before he shot his load all over Becky's face, hair, and her chest. He took a few moments to recover, his semi erect cock hanging in front of her face. It wasn't until Tony told her she could open her eyes that Becky used her fingers to wipe the streaks of cum from her eyelids before she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He gave her a smile “That wasn't so bad was it.” He asked her. Again she shook her head. “Good.. Because the next time it's going in your mouth.” Said Tony, his hand moving over to her head, tussling her hair almost as if she were a child. “Why don't you get cleaned up, there's something I need to talk to you about.” Said Tony as he tucked his cock back into his jeans, and even though Becky might have been worked up it was clear that nothing else was going to happen, at least not at that very moment anyway.

Becky went into the bathroom, taking her bag with her as she took a quick shower. By the time she returned Tony was in the kitchen area, standing behind the counter, he asked her to sit down at the stool on the other side of the counter. He took out two bottles of beer, popping the cap both he slid one over to Becky as he took a swig from his bottle. “Becky, you know what I do right?” He asked her. Becky nodded. “You work with girls, like my dad but..” Said Becky, not sure how to continue. “But?” Asked Tony. “But your girls are prostitutes..” She said finally, her mind not knowing a more delicate way to put it. Tony laughed at the way she responded before taking another sip from his beer. Tony had sized her up the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, his suspicions confirmed the first time he had a real conversation with her. She was shy, timid, and even a virgin, though sex wasn't so much the issue with her as honesty. He'd seen the way she had reacted when she first found out what Sean really did. While it might have disgusted her that her dad worked with Strippers, what had bothered her more was the fact that he had lied to her all those years, and in part that was why Tony had been open with her about what he did. Of course his honesty was also selective. He'd told her that he worked with girls, what he hadn't told her was just how he acquired those girls.

“Becky... It's not how it is in the movies. I don't have girls working the streets, I don't beat them, or steal their money. The girls.. At least my girls.. They've all come to me.” Said Tony. His words surprised her as she stared back at him “Wha.. What do you mean?” She asked. “Let me try to explain things in a way that you might try to understand. Young women these days don't see sex as that big a deal, and they want to be independent, they want to be on your own. I mean look at you. You're 18, but you've never been out in the world have you? And you don't want to keep depending on your dad, right?” Asked Tony. Becky thought for a while, finally shaking her head. “Exactly. You want things for yourself, you want to be on your own, and that's all my girls want. So.. What I do.. I set things up for them. They get to make money, and it's safe. Some of my girls are in college, others are just happy working, and when they don't want to work anymore they go their own way.” Said Tony. It was a lot for Becky to take in, and while Tony seemed to be romanticizing the business, she really didn't have any way of knowing otherwise, and in that moment she also didn't have much reason to doubt Tony, after all he had been pretty honest with her, at least from her point of view anyway.

“I'm not sure what's going to happen with your dad but you need to start thinking about yourself. If you want I can help with that.” Said Tony. Becky's eyes widened “Wait.. Are you saying.. You want me to..” Becky said in disbelief. Tony let out another chuckle. “I don't want you to do anything, if you want to.. It's on you.. What I am saying is this. I know you probably don't want to go back to your place, and I'm sure you also don't want to just stay here at my expense.. You don't strike me as that kind of girl. I can set something up for you, a date.. If you want to call it that. It'll be safe, and you can make five grand in a few hours work.” Said Tony. “Five GRAND?!” Said Becky, her voice louder than she'd intended. “But.. I'll have to fuck him? I mean.. I've never..” Said Becky as her voice trailed off. Tony shook his head. “No.. You don't have to do anything you don't want, I told you.. It doesn't work that way. I know a guy who is in town. He's one of those business types. He'd take you out, probably a fancy restaurant, all you'd really have to do is keep him company, maybe end the night with a blowjob, which you've already done now. So it'd be easy, if you want to do more you can. I'm sure he'd pay for it. Or after if you decide this isn't your thing, that's fine too. As I said, this isn't something you have to do. Everything is your choice.” Said Tony.


Meanwhile......


It wasn't long at all before word had spread throughout the prison that the infamous Reagan Tennyson was their newest guest, even though she was restricted to a particular wing for the first few days. Mike had heard when Reagan had supposedly gone missing, and when he finally heard that she was in their prison, his heart almost sank. He knew what it was like for the girls that went through that place.. He couldn't imagine the teenage girl he used to know having to endure something like that. Reagan had always been such a smart and sweet kid. Mike had known Roger for the better part of three decades. He had lived next door to the man for quite some time. He and Roger were close, and while he didn't have any kids of his own he almost saw Reagan as his own child, even having her call him uncle even though they weren't actually related. He'd seen her grow up throughout the years, and when she hit this later teen years even Mike couldn't stop his mind from the fantasies that would play out in his mind when he'd happen to see Reagan in a bathing suit, or those tight little shorts she loved to wear.

It had been years since he'd seen her though, and how he ended up behind bars was a story in itself. Mike knew that sooner or later he'd get his chance with her, a part of him wondered if she'd even recognize him. When he was on the outside Mike was a pretty clean cut guy. Strong jaw line, piercing eyes, a fit body with a military style hair cut. Things had changed quite a bit since then. In prison there wasn't too much to do other than bide your time, work out, or start using. Drugs had never been Mike's thing, which saw to it that he spent most of his time working out. While in prison he kept his head shaved, as well as let his beard grow out. His face had also hardened, which seemed to suit his nickname. The Brute.

From the cheering and clamoring that morning he already knew who was in their block. One of the guards still owed him a few favors, one of which he'd cashed in by asking to be the first to have some time with Reagan when she was brought over to their little block. Mike sat on the side of his bed, a single bunk room as the bars began to slide back. The cheering and hooting got louder as they got closer. Reagan was standing there in nothing but a pair of red heels and a matching thong. She looked clean, obviously she was still untouched that particular morning. Her body however was covered in what looked like bruises and bite marks. As he sat there his body couldn't help but react. Yes, Reagan was like a daughter to him, he'd loved her, and at times had even treated her and spoiled her as if she was his own. Her father Roger was one of his best friends... Yet at the same time he had been locked away for close to four years.. Sure a few women had passed through in the past few years, yet none were as young, or as gorgeous as Reagan. His body couldn't help but react in the same way any man's would. She seemed indifferent as she stood there, he wasn't sure if she recognized him or not.. Or maybe she did and simply didn't care, it was hard for him to tell. “Think I can get some privacy man?” Asked Mike. The guard just chuckled “Yeah.. Sure. You've got 10 minutes.” He said as he took out his baton and nudged Reagan's back to push her into the cell. “10 minutes? Come on man.. how about 20?” Asked Mike. “Ehh.. Fine. But it's a one time thing, after this you get 10 like everyone else” Said the guard as he smacked the bar, calling out to the control room “SHUT IT!” A moment later the bars started to close before shutting completely. The guard stood there for a moment before he walked away.

The way she looked at him it was clear that Reagan didn't recognize him, and as much as he wanted to clear things up, it was hard for him to ignore the fact that she was standing there practically naked, served to him on a platter so to speak. Without thinking he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her slender frame as his lips pressed against hers. He moaned into her mouth as his hands gently began to move over her body, one hand moving down her back until it grabbed onto one of her ass cheeks. His actions were sexual however they weren't aggressive, chances were it was the first time a man hadn't all out grabbed at her and raped her. Sure Mike hadn't given Reagan much of a choice, however he was being gentle to an extent. After he broke the kiss he took a step back, telling her to lose the thong and lay down on the mattress. Mike stripped down as Reagan did as she was told. It wasn't long before Mike was on top of her, his cock gently sliding into her as his body hovered over hers. He kissed her as he began to pump into her. Again it wasn't like the other guys who would go at it like a jackhammer, his actions were softer, and more sensual. Of course it barely took him three minutes before he came inside her. He continued to kiss her as he softly jerked his hips, his semi erect cock continued to throb before he felt his erection return. Once again he found himself thrusting into her, the second time it took him a good ten minutes before he came. His cock was still inside her as he hovered over her.

His right hand pressed over her mouth, which seemed to startle her, it was the first aggressive thing he'd done with her. “Reagan.. You need to be quiet and NOT freak out.” He said to her, though as she looked back at him he could tell that she had no idea what he was talking about. “It's me.. Mike.. Uncle Mikey.. Remember.. I lived next door remember?” He said to her, his hand remained pressed against her mouth as her eyes widened. “I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have..” He stammered. He'd always been her favorite uncle, or at least that's what she'd told him, and of course in her teenage years she'd flirted with him countless times, however it was mostly just harmless fun, both had boundaries and Mike had mostly seen her like a daughter. “I'm going to try and get the word out that you're in here.. No one knows I'm connected to your dad... Or to you.. It might take me a few days.. I'm going to get you out of here.. Okay?” Mike said to her as he slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth.