The Downfall of a Reporter (Closed for CarnivalBarker)

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan didn't make it to the door before she felt a steel-hard slab of muscle slam into her, forcing her to drop her clutch and her phone, as Tony's arm curled around her waist, virtually lifting her from the ground, her feet barely brushing the floor as he shuffled and carried her down a dark hall and to what appeared to be an elevator just waiting for this very moment.

"No!" She screamed, continuing to protest the entire way, trying in vain to pull away from his firm grip and run, flee, to anywhere that she could. When the doors shut as he pressed a button inside, she feared the glimpse of the hallway would be the last glimpse of the outside world she would ever have. In that moment, she wondered if she would live through the night. She began to fight and claw at Tony as a caged tiger might, but she was simply not strong enough. She hoped she could be throughout whatever he had planned. In moments, the bell sounded their exit, and the doors opened with a whoosh just before Tony marched with a mission into a hallway and then quickly into an open hotel suite door. With a forceful toss, Tony flung the little girl on a bed before she could even get her bearings. And in only another second, she felt his rigid fingers clasped tight on her throat, forcing her eyes wide and her nails to dig into his wrist immediately in an effort to get free.

"Shut....the fuck......up!" He shouted at the same time she saw the flash of light and an instant of blackness that came with the violent impact of his palm with her face. Her body went limp for only a few seconds, as she lay dazed from the force and the pain of what was more of a punishing strike than a simple hard slap. As it did, her legs parted only slightly, and only long enough to allow one of his knees to find purchase between her own just before she saw him reaching to undo his belt just as she re-opened her eyes, now with tears streaking her face amidst the reality of her situation. She began again to claw at his wrist, struggling for any air and trying to kick with enough force to throw him off her long enough to make any break to be free. But her efforts were futile and she felt her face flush as she sputtered and gagged, unable to breathe.

She rolled her eyes down and fought harder once more as she saw his cock revealed unnervingly close to a place she did not want it to be. She gauged it to be beyond large, and wanted none of it. She watched, beginning a sharp, choked whimper as his free hand then quickly ran over her firm thigh, pressing her dress up to her hips, revealing her panties to him for the second time of the evening.

"No!" she gasped and choked as he slid his finger beneath the gusset that covered her bare slit, and tugged it to the side, exposing her most prized treasure to his eyes. Tony paused a moment, causing her to close her eyes and stop struggling for a brief few seconds, mortified that he would not just access her, but also that he was lasciviously admiring what she had to provide. She tensed again when she felt a warm, thick and viscous glob land with a thud right at her point of entrance. Her hands on his wrist loosened a bit as she became a tiny bit resigned at her humiliation and what was about to happen. In that moment, Reagan regretted everything. The undercover work, the desire to take down the mayor, the decision to help a friend that was probably already long gone, the decision to follow Claire into this night, all would be something that would haunt her, if not cost her her very life. She also instantly knew what it meant, her fears confirmed a moment later when she felt Tony's bulbous cock began to press into her body.

Reagan was not naive. She had long been warned about certain men. She was pretty, blonde, with a fresh look, smooth skin, pretty eyes, and a firm, tiny body that she worked hard to keep in shape and decorated with cute outfits that accentuated her best features. She was the girl they wanted to use, that they wanted to have. She feared the pain that this man would soon show her. Her body wasn't ready for any invasion, nor one with such a monster invader. She clenched her eyes tight, awaiting for more, then felt her body grip and fight Tony's intrusion, making her squeal as his cock began to stretch and tug at her lips and walls as he pressed forward, his body now squarely between her athletic thighs. He pushed slow and steady, forcing himself inside, insisting she take him in, despite every effort for her to keep him outside. She jerked sharply as she felt him pop inside, his rather large head threatening and hinting at the destruction he could do to her most personal feature. And it was then that the hand on her throat let go, her gasp for air allowing her to fill her lungs, bringing her eyes open once more from their latest clench, as if relief was now here. The relief was short lived.

Tony gripped her neck tight once more, causing her tears to flow as she realized how he was simply playing with her, taunting her, teasing her, letting her know that he was in control of everything she needed and everything he wanted to give, for good or ill. She felt him pull back slowly, before pushing in again, stretching her more and pressing deeper, his cock threatening to brush her core, bringing a new level of pain that shot from her center through what seemed like every nerve.

“Fuck me," she heard him say amidst her tears. "I know you're not virgin, but fuck. You don't have much mileage do you?” She shook her head a tiny, tiny bit, not knowing what else to do, say, or give in response. She closed her eyes in shame again, horrified that she was now a commodity, reduced to how much use she had or could provide, and more terrified that whatever "mileage" she had left would be entirely his to consume. Her muscles in her thighs and stomach flexed and clenched, gripping him tighter in her futile effort to force him out of her body. She moaned as the sandpaper feel of his flesh against her dry canal tugged and pressed her, threatening to tear her walls, as he found a deeper purchase with every thrust he gave. She realized he was saying something, but did not recognize his words in this terrible situation before giving a squeal as he pressed harder, with more force, just before forcing her fingers off his own wrist and pressing them high above her head.

“Thaaaats it... Just... Let it happen," the man said as he sank every last inch of his cock deep inside her little body, unable to keep him at bay any longer. As each inch sank in, her humiliation increased, her tears grew more steady, her mind grew more repulsed, and her body grew more acutely aware of the pain it felt. And when he had become planted fully within her pussy, he looked down upon her and began to speak in the quiet moment before making her his own.

“Now," he said. "We're going to fuck."

"No," she tried to mouth her words between clenched teeth and gasping efforts to get air in her lungs. Tony ignored her and continued.

"I'm going to let go of your neck. You can cry and scream as much as you want. No one is going to save you. I'm going to rape you until I cum." Her mind exploded in horror at his graphic description of his plans for her. Without conscious thought, she viscerally tensed up at his threat. She didn't want him inside her. She certainly didn't want him to cum inside her. She knew he would have no mercy, and would not likely bargain. There was nothing she wanted less. "And then I'm going to do it again...and again...and again.” She had no doubt that he told the truth. And at the same time, she just wanted to be able to breathe. Her body grew calm beneath him, already pressed deeply inside her as far as he could get. She felt him pull out slowly, then winced as he pressed deep inside once more. She felt the warm place over and around her eye from where he had struck her, knowing that it would be bruised if it wasn't already. She felt the tears still stretched from her eyes, down the sides of her face and into her hair. And she felt exposed to the world, her dress pushed up, legs apart, and body filled with Tony's cock. And as he released his hand from her throat, as horrible as everything was, she simply took the opportunity to breathe, perhaps in shock and perhaps resigned to just try to survive the moment.

She pulled her hands to her eyes, palms wiping away her tears as any child trying to dry them might, yet also covering them briefly as Tony rose above her, his hands going to her waist. He began fucking her in earnest, his body slapping into her own in a steady rhythm. She knew that screaming would bring no one. She was on his home field. Reagan simply returned her arms above her head, wincing in pain with each strong, steady thrust of his cock in her tight body, and turned her pretty green eyes, still filled with tears, upward to meet his own.

"Please don't......don't hurt me," she plead, fearing no request she made would be heard.

 

[Evolutions]

There was a certain advantage to Tony having a reputation, in most situations if people knew who he was and what he was capable of, it would save him the trouble of showing them by example. As he looked down at Reagan with his fat cock buried deep within her, the fear in her eyes was VERY real. Reagan was a young woman, however she wasn't exactly a squeamish girl, after all she'd taken down an entire police department of corrupt men, not only that but she'd had the guts to try and rescue her friend from the sleaziest part of the city. It was that kind of tenacity that saw to it that Reagan knew exactly who she was dealing with, which was exactly why she should have been so afraid. Tony's name was very well known and established within the underbelly of the city, and while there had been many stories that had been created within the past few years, most of the stories about his exploits were actually true. Even though Reagan wouldn't have seen Tony kill anyone, she must have known that to kill someone was no big thing for him. While Tony wasn't a psychopath who enjoyed killing, he was certainly someone who would kill without a thought if he deemed it was someone who had wronged him, or someone who deserved it. Reagan unfortunately had definitely wronged him, one of the reasons behind her going undercover was to expose Tony's world, and to a greater extent to expose Tony himself.

While Tony had no intentions of killing Reagan, she had no way of knowing that. It wouldn't have been hard to believe how she thought that the only asset keeping her alive was her body. When he had threatened her he had told her exactly what he would do to her, that nothing would stop her from getting violated, and as he finally pulled his hand from her throat he really had no idea what her reaction would be, although whatever she'd do or say it wouldn't have stopped the outcome of what was happening to her. His hands moved onto her hips, holding her firm young body in place as he started to pump in and out of her as Reagan gasped for breath. His cock twitched inside her as she fearfully wiped the tears from her eyes all while she continued to get raped. At the very least she knew the rape was one thing she wouldn't be able to stop. As he continued to fuck her the eyes she had wiped clean were already filling up with tears as she spoke in a breaking voice and said "Please don't......don't hurt me," there was so much fear in her body and mind that she'd even raised her arms back over her head as if to show him that she really wouldn't fight him.

Tony kept up the intense pace, her tear smeared face only serving to arouse him further, a fact that Tony didn't hide as he looked into her wet eyes with a look that exuded sheer depraved lust. There was so much that Tony still had to tell her, so much information that Reagan simply wasn't privy to, the biggest part being that she had been set up from the start. Although all of that would come in time, and even though Reagan was cooperating in that very moment, it was more as result of her survival instincts kicking in and doing what needed to be done to survive. By no means was Reagan a girl that would break easily. Reagan was a unique young women, however Tony had broken girls with a far stronger resolve than her in the past, and in that moment Tony knew that no matter how much it disgusted her Reagan was in survival mode, and would do what she had to. Reagan's situation was so helpless that even if she'd managed to get a hold of a weapon chances were that she wouldn't be able to escape. The entire building was essentially Tony's territory, not to mention he came from a cold and hard world, his body and spirit had been shaped through various trials and tribulations and escape was something that simply wasn't on the table for Reagan.

The momentum of his body started to slow down until it came to a complete stop, though his cock was still buried deep within her. He didn't want there to be any confusion or even distractions with what he had to say to her. His left hand remained on her hip as his right pulled away from her, though it was out of view the other hand was in search for something as he spoke. “If I was going to hurt you... You'd know.. Tonight... I just want to see what little Reagan Tennnyson has to offer” He said softly, as he did his right hand finally reappeared, and in his hand was a pocket knife with a thick sharp blade. He could feel Reagan tremble as she let out a slight audible gasp. “Don't worry.. I'm not going to hurt you...” He said to her while in the process of raping her. He pulled his left hand away from her hip and pinched the elastic band of her panties, he lowered the blade as it sliced through the thin fabric on one hip. He did the same to the other end as he yanked the panties out from under her. From the waist up Reagan was still fully dressed, even though her dress was hiked up around her waist. Without another word Tony gripped onto the bottom of her dress and started to slice through the fabric. The blade kept moving higher and higher until it had sliced all the way through the front of her dress. Again he remained speechless as he peeled back each side of her dress to reveal her bra clad breasts. This time as he lowered the blade the cold tip pressed against her stomach as it rode upward, not nearly enough to cut her, just enough to trail her skin as it met up with the front of her bra. Not even a moment later there was a loud snip as he cut through the center of the bra. He pulled away the blade and tucked it back wherever he had gotten it from. He directed his attention back to Reagan as he slapped away the remnants of her bra, revealing Reagan's firm young breasts.

He smiled at Reagan as each hand planted on each respective breast. He let out a low groan as his body once again began to rock, his hands started to crudely massage each breast, making it clear that what he was doing was entirely for his own pleasure. He had already been fucking Reagan for some time, and just the sight of her, the way she was in a mixture of shock and fear was a look that he had always relished. He didn't have to tell Reagan that he was about to cum as she must have felt it was coming. His erratic pumping became harder and faster as he continued to grope her breasts in the same manner. It wasn't until he was on the verge of his orgasm that he leaned forward, without a word he pressed his lips against hers, violating her in yet another way. If intercourse was an intimate act, then the act of kissing was a close second. He moaned into her mouth as his entire body tensed, wave after wave of thick unfiltered seed emptied into Reagan, doing exactly what he had told her he would do before he had started raping her. It was a strong orgasm, and even for Tony it lasted longer than it usually did. He still had his lips locked onto hers by the time he came down from his orgasm. Despite her reaction Tony let out a soft moan as he almost affectionately kissed Reagan without her permission.

Even though he had just had an orgasm, his thirst for Reagan was far from sated. Much to her dismay his cock remained erect as he slowly pulled his lips away from hers, his head hovering over hers as he looked into the frightened girl's teary eyes. “No one knows you're here Reagan..” Tony said to her softly, and as he spoke he could still see a glimmer of hope in her eyes as if she thought she knew something he didn't. Tony continued in that same calm tone “I know you're probably thinking that one way or another someone will find you.. But you're a reporter, and a cocky one at that, I doubt you've given your editor much.. No doubt you were trying to get the full story before publishing any details?” He said to her with a grin as if he knew he had the upper hand. He leaned in and gave her a soft peck on her lips before continuing “Your place at 1596 Everwood Street, apartment 57 is being cleared out by my men right now. Everything that is related to your investigation will be gone by the time anyone realizes you're missing. As far as the world is concerned you're one of those young women that the world simply ate up.. Even if your boss knows better he wouldn't have the first clue about where you are... Just so you know... If there was a chance of me being exposed, I wouldn't think twice before slitting that pretty little throat of yours and dumping you in a shallow grave... I've done.... Much worse... To girls... Much prettier than you Reagan...” He said to her, making a chilling confession at the same time as he dashed her hope of some kind of rescue.

He could have very easily bluffed his way into making her think he had everything under control. However Tony wasn't the kind of man that made empty threats, and the fact that he had recited her exact address was an unmistakable sign that he was in fact telling the truth. For the time being he was enjoying her body, however it was clear that her life was still very much in danger, for all she knew he STILL planned on killing her after he was done, the only thing keeping her alive was her cooperation. As he lay on top of her Tony started to very slowly rock his hips, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss that lingered a few seconds before he pulled his lips away again. “You don't have to enjoy a single thing that we're doing, but if you want to make it through the night you'll have to do exactly as I say.. No matter how much it disgusts you.. You're not a reporter anymore... Your cunt... Your mouth.. Your ass... Are all mine.. You're my little whore tonight, and you're going to act the part for me... Okay Reagan?” Tony said to her flatly as he ever so gently continued to fuck her. Her situation was bad, though with Tony thing could get considerably worse, after all the rape itself had started with Tony choking her. Tony wasn't sugarcoating the fact that he would make Reagan do some very humiliating things, things that would no doubt make her shudder while looking at her own reflection in the mirror.. However Tony wasn't giving her much choice, not if she wanted to live anyway...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Indeed her request went for nothing, her body forced to accept Tony over and over, his firm, hard thrusts rocking her tiny frame over the bed as his waist slapped between her thighs. She closed her eyes, wincing as she had rarely, if ever, felt so full, his hard cock more than capable of reaching her in places that had not been reached. Occasionally, he would deliberately drive himself as deep as he could, enjoying the pain appearing on her face as he tenderized her cervix as nobody had before. With each sob and pained groan, she sensed his wicked grin and felt his cock harden, purely enjoying taking what she could give by giving all that she could take. Reagan's mind dulled in an effort to force herself anywhere but where she found herself. Her hands remained over her head, crossed at the wrists, as her body shook beneath the kingpin who rose above, more from frustration than submission. She had often heard stories of women and girls who had been raped, and they told of leaving their own bodies such that they could see themselves, as if from above, in some self-created method of self preservation, taking them away from the pain and away from reality for the time it took their attacker to finish. As Tony's violent use of her little body became his only purpose, she wondered when such a gift might befall her. Instead, she opened her eyes, unable to get away from the situation, just as Tony stopped fucking her, only a moment's reprieve, as his hand began reaching behind him for reasons she could not immediately tell. She felt his cock, still hard, deep in her raw pussy, now moistened and wet enough to make his efforts too simple for her comfort, and causing shame to boil her blood and blush her skin slightly.

“If I was going to hurt you," he said, as her eyes simply watched him, "you'd know." He looked upon her as if she were the only meal that would satisfy his hunger. "Tonight... I just want to see what little Reagan Tennnyson has to offer.” Her eyes grew wide and tears filled them once more as he revealed a small knife that still looked plenty able to do damage in the hands of a depraved sociopath like Tony. “Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you.”

For now, she thought as he moved the knife toward her, uncomfortably close.
She jerked with a squeal as he sliced through her panties and again when he tore them from her body. She cried silently as she berated herself for thinking, even briefly, how much she had liked that particular pair. Now fully exposed to him, her bald pussy sat stuffed, just below a firm, tan stomach, whose flat lines rose to a narrow waist above her firm, liquid hips, tapering to muscular thighs the envy of many girls her age and the desire of many men. In a slow, steady movement, Tony tore her dress from bottom to top, before opening it slowly, her breath catching a moment when she felt the cool air where it had not, a moment before, been. She began to breathe rapidly when the sharp edge of the knife contacted her smooth stomach, then traced up higher, to cut her bra away, leaving her now completely exposed to him and to the night surrounding them both. A moment more, she breathed deeply, giving a sigh as his hands gripped her breasts, and his cock again slid ever slightly deeper, prompting her to arch her back, no doubt suggesting to the terrible man inside her that, perhaps, she somehow enjoyed the terrible things he was doing. His hips resumed their rapid pace, beginning to fuck her hard again, as Tony grinned down at her, unspeaking at the fact that she was now his, and at his mercy. In moments, he began fucking at a more inconsistent pace, working hard to take her as he wanted, working to touch her even deeper, his breathing jagged, just before suddenly leaning forward. Her hands quickly rose forward in response, and they slammed, palms flat, against his chest hard, just before softening their force against him as she realized his lips were pressed to her own. Her core gushed a bit, when she realized the situation, and she felt another blush come over her as he kissed her.

"Mmmmmphhhhnnnnnn....." Her moan rose quickly, sharply from nowhere, then trailed off in defeat, when she felt him erupt rope after thick rope of salty cum deep inside her. She felt violated like never before, and perhaps was, as Tony unloaded what felt like an endless torrent of himself within her womb.

“No one knows you're here Reagan,” his whisper chilled her to her very core. And while she knew he was right, she knew people would soon be looking for her. She just had to survive long enough for them to find her. “I know you're probably thinking that one way or another someone will find you," his words struck immediately at her own thoughts, as if he could read her mind. "But you're a reporter, and a cocky one at that, I doubt you've given your editor much. No doubt you were trying to get the full story before publishing any details?” She refused to give him the satisfaction of any response, though still vulnerable feeling him remaining planted squarely inside her. She pressed against his chest once more as he kissed her again, then listened in horror as he described her address and the wiping clean of her existence from this very world. She felt more tears slide down her cheeks. Finally, the horror truly sunk in when he spoke the words that she had worried about the entire time he had been atop her.

“I wouldn't think twice before slitting that pretty little throat of yours and dumping you in a shallow grave. I've done...much worse..to girls...much prettier than you Reagan.” She simply nodded, her eyes peering up at him, his message clear. No sooner had she done so, he began fucking her again, then kissed her once more, causing her to whimper and begin to sob, the wracking shaking of her body making her complicit in his assault upon her.

“You don't have to enjoy a single thing that we're doing," he said, his hands running through the hair at the side of her head as a lover might, causing her to cringe. "But if you want to make it through the night you'll have to do exactly as I say.. No matter how much it disgusts you. You're not a reporter anymore." She opened her eyes once more, interested in what he was about to say. She was always a reporter. "Your cunt...your mouth...your ass," she felt his hand run over her side, her hip, and indeed her ass, goosebumps erupting along her entire body. "Are all mine." She tensed up at his words, though she was unable to challenge them. She had no leverage, no ability in the moment to fight him off. "You're my little whore tonight, and you're going to act the part for me... Okay Reagan?” She felt his cock sliding in, then out. In, then out. Stretching her still, as she did all she could to deny him access, which was clearly a failed effort. She could not imagine what all he had planned. She raised her eyes over her, looking away from him and from where his cock joined her body, penetrating every part of her core. She glanced around the room, looking for......something, she wasn't sure what. He began to raise up, her hands slid down his chest, over his abs, then rested on his hips just where his legs joined his torso, applying light, but firm pressure, clearly signaling she wanted him away from her, no longer inside her, but unable and without any strength to make that happen. She felt one of his hands slide along her firm side, then grip her hip. Then slowly, his other hand did the same. As if making one last preparatory move before going to work, they lifted her hips such that her thighs rested over his own, her ass elevated, giving him more leverage and deeper access to every treasure that was, before tonight, her own. She lowered her eyes and rolled her face to look at him once again. She hated him, and a flash of rage crossed her face, narrowing her eyes a moment before prudence informed her that she would do well to stay alive - just stay alive - as long as possible. She simply nodded, defeated until an opportunity to fight back presented itself.

 

[Evolutions]

Reagan was a real gem, she wasn't the kind of girl who overtly flaunted her beauty, however it was something she couldn't really hide. Mayor Walker, the man who was responsible for getting the ball rolling, no doubt he wanted to put in place the reporter that had caused him so many headaches, but more than that Tony was sure that Walker would have loved to turn Reagan into nothing more than a common whore, a whore who he'd like to personally defile. After all that had to have been the real reason behind him orchestrating Reagan's downfall, as it would have been much easier for him to have had her killed off. There was usually a reason behind why women like Reagan turn out the way they did. She was a smart young woman, with a strong set of morals, no doubt she was someone who had a very strong relationship with her parents, her dad especially. Tony had no real way of knowing that except in the contrast between Reagan and all the other girls that had worked under him. Most of the girls who found themselves down on their luck, or on the streets selling their body were doing so as a result of having a bad father figure. To Tony however that didn't change the fact that Reagan's father was still a man, and as much as he had loved her, cared for her, and nurtured her throughout life, under the right circumstances even HE would more than eagerly bend his own daughter over and ravish her until his depraved lust was fully sated!

As enamored as Tony was with Reagan he couldn't afford to let her know just how grand a plan he had for her. He needed her to very much live in fear for the next few weeks, with the feeling that each day could literally be her last. The worst thing about a woman in Reagan's situation was that their bodies were designed to take pleasure in sex. Since the dawn of time males have been clubbing women over the back of the head and assaulting them, if anything its a trait of evolution. A trait that Tony had certainly felt in Reagan's body throughout the assault. Through the tears, through the pain, and even through the shame her body had reacted to his. It was something that Tony could have very easily mentioned to Reagan to further add to her humiliation, however he was sure that she was already aware.

Even while he was waiting for her response Tony was busy getting his own body in position, as if to say regardless of how she answered he would continue to do what he pleased with her body. Each hand held tightly onto each hip, and while he had fucked her forcefully before he came, what he was doing in that moment was lining her up to where he could delve deeper into her tight hole. Even though she wasn't, for all practical purposes she might as well have been a virgin. The deeper he went the tighter she felt, he hadn't fully penetrated her with all 10 inches before he'd felt the force of her cervix against the head of his cock. He was being greedy with her, as he knew most men would be in her future company. Reagan might not have known it, but there would be countless men in her life from that point on, men from her past, as well as countless strangers whos name she'd never know. Out of all those men it was Tony's job to stand out, Tony would be to her what those other men could not be. As much as she must have despised him in that moment, and as much as she'd grow to hate him over the next few weeks, he would also make sure that she'd be completely dependent on him, to rely on him, even to crave him.

His hands clamped tighter on her hips as his pelvis forcefully pushed against hers, his cock trying to violate her even deeper as the poor girl's eyes found his, at first even she couldn't mask the look of pure unfiltered rage, however that is all it was... Just a look... She had no other means to express what she was feeling, and for all practical purposes she was helpless.. Which was why the look disappeared all too quickly and was replaced with a gaze of despair as she gave him that reluctant nod to signal that she understood what was required of her. Tony didn't respond verbally, instead he let his body do the talking as he further pumped his body against hers. The deeper the head of his cock traveled the more resistance he felt. It was the kind of treatment that Reagan needed to get accustomed to, for all of her previous battles, all of the powerful men she had taken down, from that point on she would be at the mercy of every man that would come into her life. “Fuck... Reagan.. Open... Up... Give... Me.. A little.... MORE!!!” Tony grunted with each word, his roar echoed through the walls as he felt something within Reagan give. Before she could scream out Tony leaned into her once more and pressed his lips against hers, freely taking once again what she didn't want to give. Masking an act of brutal violation with one of passion. Even a simple thing as a kiss was out of Reagan's control. He moaned into her as he felt her entire body shiver under his as the head of his cock started to push into her cervix.

The new violation had come to an end as quickly as it had begun. Tony puled his lips away from her just as he withdrew his cock completely from her severely abused cunt. He sat upright once again, his hands released her as he stood on his feet, he reached down and rolled Reagan onto her stomach. A moment later he sat back down behind her. Within twenty four hours Reagan would be at the pit and her real ordeal would start. The men that would violate her wouldn't show her any mercy, they would take her in every way imaginable, and once again Tony need for Reagan's first memory of each violation to be with him.. As he looked down at her gorgeous ass cheeks and what lay between he was sure that anal was something that she'd never let a guy perform on her, and as she lay on her stomach she must have known what was coming. Tony grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back to where her leg were tucked underneath her, with her ass up in the air and her face still hugging the mattress.

As he moved closer he felt the whimper of her body, especially as the shaft of his cock rested up against her perfectly firm ass cheeks.. A woman of her intelligence would have known exactly what kind of violation was coming next. His left hand moved onto the small of her back to hold her, though he wasn't forcefully holding her in place, his grip on her back was more to hold her steady. Tony was counting on fear to cause Reagan to stay exactly where she was, after all there were violations that were far worse than anal. His right hand reached down and took a hold of the base of his cock, and as he pulled his cock away his head hovered over the crack of her ass as a thick wad of spit splashed onto her crack. The saliva had made it half way own as the head of Tony's cock pressed against her. The head crudely started rubbing up against her anus, using a combination of their own juices as well as his saliva as lubricant. “I've done this so many times I might as well have a PHD.. If you want this to go easy.. Don't fight it, the more you resist, the harder its going to be..” Said Tony, giving her all the warning she'd get. Having never taken part in anal sex Reagan had no way of knowing if Tony was telling the truth or not, the words simply might have been to calm her into cooperating. Either way Tony didn't waste any time as he let out a loud “HNNNNNNNNG” as he started to move his hips forward. While most men would have at least used a finger or two to get a girl ready, Tony wanted the first REAL anal violation that Reagan felt to be his cock. She was so tight that it was almost painful. “Relax Tennyson... Relax for me..” Repeated Tony, the strain in his voice showing just how much discomfort her tight entrance was causing him. His left palm pressed harder against her back, and as he used the strength of his body against hers he felt something within the young woman's body give. As if her body had no choice, his sheer size as well as the force that was behind his cock caused her to open up. “FUCK!! ME!!” Grunted Tony as he continued to guide his thick head into her. By the time he looked down his entire head was submerged within her, her muscles visibly straining and contracting around his head. If Tony held himself there for a few minutes he knew what Reagan's body was doing was more than enough to get him to cum once again... This woman really was something.

“Hard... Part... Is... Over...” Tony exhaled in relief as he released the shaft of his cock. He repositioned his hands to where each were once again on her hips, and as he locked her in place his body started to rock back and forth, each time driving deeper into her. Despite her please, her tears, as well as her screams Tony didn't stop. There wasn't a single soul to help her as Tony's body rocked back and forth. His cock sliding deeper and deeper into her ass, and as uncomfortable, as painful, and as humiliating as the act was, it was one that would be repeated on her over and over and over again.

The first five minutes of her anal violation was slow and steady. Tony kept an uncompromising pace as he worked the monster that was his cock deeper into her ass. By the time the five minutes were over Tony had managed to get the entire length of his cock buried deep within her. The state that Reagan was in at that moment was far beyond what she'd experienced while he had vaginally raped her. Sadly for Reagan the worst was yet to come. With his entire length within her Tony's body started to move back and forth. Again he completely ignored her screaming and begging as he started to fuck her, and it wasn't a gentle sensual motion. His cock was like a piston, moving back and forth, like a jackhammer. The difference in size and muscle saw to it that he could almost effortlessly hold her in place... Which is exactly what Tony did for the next twenty minutes as he showed her no mercy. His cock throbbed and ached, he fought past his own desire to cum as he continued to violate her. The act itself was so brutish and depraved that it wasn't even ten minutes in before Reagan passed out.. Though Tony didn't let that stop him. He continued for another ten whole minutes before he unloaded for a second time, this time it was into Reagan's unconscious body, and after he was done unloading every drop that he had to offer deep inside her ass, he released his grip on her hips and slouched over her, for the first time in the night being completely out of breath..



Slowly Tony pulled his poor aching cock out of Reagan's abused rear. Both their bodies were drenched in sweat, and as Tony stood up on his feet he walked into the bathroom to grab towel. He wrapped it around his waist as he moved back to the mattress. He reached into his pants and pulled out his wallet. He took out a dollar bill and walked out into the hallway, once again the door was left wide open, and even though Reagan was left unattended she was unconscious, and from experience Tony knew that she'd be out for a few hours at the least if he didn't disturb her. He briskly walked down the hall to the soda machine and bought himself a can of coke with the dollar. “No rest for the wicked..” He muttered to himself as he walked back to the room that Reagan was in. The carbonated soft drink was just what Tony had needed. It was cool and refreshing, and as he sat the half empty can on a counter he made his way to the corner of the room where there was a desk. There was an old mug that had an assortment of pens and pencils. Tony sifted through them until he found a black permanent marker. “Perfect...” He said to himself as he walked back to the bed.

He reached down with his foot and pressed the sole against her hip as he gently kicked her onto her back. It was enough to cause her to stir slightly but not enough to wake her up. He sat down next to her as he pulled the cap off the marker. On her stomach, right below her breasts in large capital letters Tony wrote “REAGAN TENNYSON, STAR REPORTER @ THE GLOWING TRUTH” He capped the marker again and discarded it onto the floor. He reached over into his pants and pulled out his iPhone. He held it over Reagan's unconscious body, he made sure that her face was in the frame, as well as her swollen pussy that was leaking cum. Though she was unconscious her face was still very much wet with the tears of her pain and anguish. He made sure the flash was on as he snapped a photo. The photo was sent to Mayor Walker with the text 'You don't have to worry about her anymore. I'll need you to handle the missing report sooner or later. It might take a while before she is completely broken'.

After sending the text he started making arrangements. The hotel was secure enough however it was still in the middle of the city. What he needed was to get Reagan back to The Pit, where her training could really start. After the calls were made Tony got dressed, his eyes glancing over at Reagan's naked body every so often. He grinned for a moment, the thought crossed his mind that it would be some time before she'd have a single article of clothing on her again. It was a little after 5am that his men arrived. Reagan had remained unconscious the entire time and as Tony let the group of men in, Darby was the one who was carrying the black bag. Tony took it off his hands and walked over towards the bed as the other men followed. He reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of cuffs, he reached down and cuffed her wrists to where her hands where in front of her. He then turned to his men “Her training starts tonight..” Tony said flatly. The men all exchanged looks with eager grins to boot, which was of course because they knew exactly what that meant. That they would all get a turn at the naked young woman laying unconscious on the mattress. All the men in the gang had taken part in countless rapes, however they'd very rarely done so with a girl quite as beautiful as Reagan. Her looks rivaled that of a movie star and a body that looked as if it was no more than eighteen. Before they they could celebrate Tony continued with “Take her back to the pit and leave her on the top floor. Make sure the floor is guarded. No one touches her until I get there. No food no water either!” The men knew better than to question him, though one of the men impatiently asked “So.. Boss.. How soon before... Ya know.. You're back?” Tony was well aware of why the question had been asked, the men were all too eager to play with the new toy, however he didn't have to answer to these men. A quick “Just get her to The Pit before sunrise!” was the only response he gave the men as he made his way out of the hotel room. He looked over his shoulder and called out “Darby! You're with me!” To which Darby gave a few quick instructions to the men to be as careful on the road until they reached their destination.

With Darby following close behind Tony made his way into the room that the card game had taken place the night before. “Her apartment... Taken care of?” He asked Darby as he found Reagan's iPhone that she'd lost during their encounter the night before. He stepped behind the bar and also located her purse. “All in the trunk of your car Boss. There wasn't much, but it was a clean job, no evidence left behind, no witnesses” Darby replied promptly. Darby was a man who had a certain sense of authority within the gang, however that meant every little when he was in Tony's presence, which essentially meant he had to tow the line like everyone else. “Good... Very good.. I need something else from you. I need you to track down Claire.. She left with Kellog. Let her know that.... Megan... Decided go overseas with one of my clients, won't be back for a few weeks at the earliest.” Darby was once again quick to respond “Got it Boss!” And as he turned, his hand was already reaching into his pocket for his phone as he walked out. Tony looked through her purse.. Even though she was undercover the silly girl was carrying her social security card, her insurance card, the security card from her work, as well as a photo of a middle aged couple.. There was a lot of very useful information that she'd left him with... More so than he could have imagined. He flipped over the photo and scribbled on the back was 'Always with you – mom and dad' Tony once again thought to himself 'Yup... Definitely a daddy's girl..” As he tucked the photo and cards into his wallet and left her purse behind.

By the time Tony made his way into the parking area his men were carrying Reagan into the black van with painted windows. From the looks of it she was still unconscious. Hanging out from the back pocket of one of the men was what looked like a little souvenir from the hotel room.. Reagan's cut up panties. Tony watched as the sliding door on the side of the van slammed shut. A moment later the van drove out of sight. The sun was slowly starting to rise.. Tony still had a few stops to make before he'd return to the pit...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

No sooner had she nodded, she regretted it, as Tony began fucking her as hard as it seemed he could, pounding her tight, little body in a way that he had not yet done.

"Ow-ow-oh-ohhhhhhhh," she whimpered and squealed, the pain erupting from her core and growing worse with each thrust. "Please, nooooooooooo!" She pressed her hands against his abs, just above his cock, pressing hard to relieve the force and the pain, but to no avail as he continued to fuck the little girl like she had never even imagined being fucked. His full length made her scream each time from the sharp pain it brought, and her legs ached as they spread wide in their first effort to accommodate him, then wrapped around him in an attempt to hold him close and prevent the pounding she was forced to endure. Neither method worked and she clenched her eyes shut as her head fell back on the bed, only able to take him again and again.


“Fuck... Reagan.. Open... Up... Give... Me.. A little.... MORE!!!” Tony grunted.

"I....I caaaaaaan't," she continued to cry just before Tony leaned in and kissed her again. With nowhere to pull away, she let his lips mingle with hers, her tongue even providing itself for him to swirl around with his own, another futile effort to make him ease up on the punishment he was giving. Suddenly, without warning, she felt goosebumps arise over her entire body, then she shivered from her stomach and core, her entire body quivering once, then again, before falling back, gasping for air and in pain like she had never felt. She hated that she let him kiss her. She worried that he might think she enjoyed this assault, even for a second. And she grew still as he finally withdrew from her battered pussy, her mind flashing back to a time when she was in college.

********

The boy she had met at a party seemed nice. He was big, in shape, much stronger than her, and at eighteen and stupid, she thought he was the type of guy she was into. A week later, she had dinner at an italian restaurant, where they split lasagna because he played baseball, could not have a job, and had no money. A week after that, and after another nice date, she found herself beneath him on the couch in his dorm.

"No," she mumbled, when she felt his hands press along her sides under her shirt.

"Come on, baby," the boy, David, had said. She kissed him again and smiled.

"I have class tomorrow."

"You can stay here, and I'll take you there in the morning." He gave her another kiss, and she felt his hand slide under her floppy, short skirt. Her hand went to his wrist and she gave him a skeptical look as she paused. "Trust me," he grinned as he raised above her. She nodded and watched her silky, little girl panties slide down her legs as the cool air brushed along her bare slit, while she pushed her skirt over her gap, modest still in her exposure. David laid down beside her once again, kissing her deeply, making her gasp when she felt two of his fingers jam inside her, without any preparation or warning.

"Oh!!!!" Her body tensed and gripped. "That hurts."

"It's okay," the boy whispered. His actions made to be more gentle, and he continued kissing her sensually, though the initial attack on her body had made her a bit cold and cooled the mood. At the same time, he was cute, seemed otherwise sweet, and he was now kissing her neck, a move that made her begin to smell the air in concern that her sudden wet core was obvious throughout the room. A moment later, the boy kneeled between her thighs, her skirt flipped up once more, slowly rolling a condom over his rather sizable cock, his eyes looking at her own as if she were fresh prey that he was about to devour. He was maybe 7 inches long, and thick enough, but perhaps nothing outrageous. And as he began threading himself deep inside her, her body seized up and began to ache.

"Unnnnnnnnh!!!!!" She groaned, wrapping her thighs around him. As much as it hurt, the pain was enough to make her feel alive and also felt just good enough to make her want more. And after she came twice, and he filled the rubber with his essence, she watched as he placed a hand on her stomach and withdrew. She let a low moan and her eyes grew wide when the faint, red hue of her blood mixed with her cream appeared on his shaft. He had torn her asunder and it was something she had not noticed, not even when she lost her virginity the night of her junior prom. She learned later that everything was okay, and in fact it was not uncommon. But in the moment, and amidst the dull ached of being used hard, she had never been so scared of sex.

********

Until now. Tony sat up and let go a moment before quickly and forcefully flipping her to her stomach. "Please don't," she whimpered in the quiet moment that Tony sat over her from behind, glancing at her ass with lustful desire. It was her best feature. A track athlete since junior high, she was always athletic, firm, and perky. Since she could remember noticing boys noticing her, she could remember them trying to grab or swat her ass. Her few boyfriends often had their hands on it, whenever they kissed or made love. And while she had occasionally entertained one of them slipping a finger inside her, sometimes even deeper than was comfortable, she had outright refused, on several occasions, their efforts to plant their cocks in her back door. She knew what Tony was thinking. But instead of replying to her, he simply grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to her haunches, raising her ass in the air, as her eyes welled with tears while her face remained pressed into the mattress. She jolted slightly when she felt his hard cock press gently, casually against the cheeks presented to him, and she took a deep breath when she felt his hand brush, then lightly press her lower back, clearly establishing he was in control. Her hands, stretched before her, gripped the bed sheets in horrible anticipation, gripping tighter, her entire body tensing up, when she felt a warm, wet drop on her tiny virgin pucker.

"Noooooo," she groaned, almost to herself, knowing it would be to no avail, when she felt the velvet head of Tony's cock begin its journey to her uncharted territory.

“I've done this so many times I might as well have a PHD," he said.

Oh, FUCK you. Her thoughts were all she had to fight with, as he continued chattering above her hesitant form.

"If you want this to go easy, don't fight it. The more you resist, the harder its going to be.” She cringed and clenched her eyes shut, annoyed.

This will not go easy, she thought. Who is he kidding?

“HNNNNNNNNG!!!” she heard a flash before she felt a searing, bludgeoning pain while she tensed her body, completely taken by surprise, never able to fully prepare for the fucking she was about to take. “Relax Tennyson...Relax for me.” He said, leaning over a moment as his lips pressed near her ear in a sinister tone. The girl began to cry at the humiliation, the use only of her last name reinforcing her sense that she was simply an object now. She did as he said, trying her best to relax, trying more to prevent the pain than to give him any pleasure. She felt his hand press harder against her back, and then as she squealed in pain, she suddenly felt torn open and then full. She groaned, then tensed up in fear, her breath coming and going rapidly as tears ran down her cheeks and smeared her makeup into the bedsheets.

“Hard... Part... Is... Over...” Tony said, his own breath speeding up.

"No....no!" she spoke up in terror when she felt his hands grip her tightly at her hips. In a moment, the horrible attacker inside her was fucking her harder and harder, tearing her in two, and taking unbelievable pleasure from her tiniest entry. She screamed with the deepest thrusts, trying not to, knowing the sociopath no doubt enjoyed every pained squeal she made. He began fucking her harder still, and she could not do anything other than squirm, squeal, and cry. The pain became more sharp and intense. The man she feared more than any was losing control, and her body jolted when she felt his hand occasionally slap her sides stinging her and knocking the breath from her lungs. She felt him squeeze and grip as he pressed harder and harder into her. She screamed once more and lowered her forehead to the bed, only a moment before the pain in her core took over and the world around her went suddenly black.

********

As dawn arrived, Roger Tennyson stepped down the driveway and reached low, the dull ache in his back starting early as he grunted to pick up his copy of The Truth. He pulled the plastic wrap from it and unfolded the paper to look at the front page. The headlines were pretty simple, and none of the bylines said Reagan Tennyson. His shoulders slumped a bit as he turned and headed to the house.

"Have you talked to Rae this week?" Roger asked his wife.

"I haven't," said his wife, Connie. "Not in a few weeks now. Why?"

"There's nothing in the paper from her today. It's been awhile."

"I'm sure she's working on some exclusive. She does this."

"Yeah," Roger replied. "But you know I don't like that story she's been writing about." He was sincere in his concern. Their only daughter, and their youngest child, she had been his little girl. Since she was about twelve, he protected her endlessly from the roaming eyes and intentions of boys and men she encountered, even and especially those who thought they meant well. As she grew older, she was like any precocious girl who was blessed and cursed with good genes. She was beautiful. He didn't deny it. A man shouldn't look at his daughter that way, and he didn't, or at least tried not to. But there were times when his buddies from the factory were around, and it was impossible to overlook their gazes and stares if she pranced through a cookout in shorts and a cutoff shirt, or jeans that framed her tiny little heart-shaped butt, elevated and round from the knee high boots she wore. She was not just pretty. At the same time, she was also special. Sharp, independent, and driven by a righteousness and sense of justice that most weren't, Reagan truly gave him very little to worry about. However, that didn't stop him. Connie patted him on the shoulder as she brought him a tall styrofoam cup filled with black coffee.

"She's a big girl," Reagan's mom replied. "I'm sure she will let us know if anything is wrong."

"Yeah," he said. "You're probably right. We should call her this week though."

"I will," Connie said.

********

"Darby," Sean said, seeing his kitchen hand walk in well after midnight. "I need you in the kitchen."

"Okay, boss," the Rinkhal enforcer said, before turning his eyes back to Claire, standing behind the bar as Sean walked away.

"So," Claire asked. "What kind of job was it?"

"I dunno," Darby said. "Private contract overseas. Some sort of thing with one of Tony's big guns. Promised her 5k for maybe three weeks."

"What are you guys talking about?" Jeremy asked, stepping closer after hooking up a fresh keg beneath the bar.

"Megan," Darby said.

"What about her?" the bouncer asked.

"Ain't workin' here no mo'." Darby said. Jeremy's heart dropped.

"That true?" He asked. Claire shrugged. Jeremy had not had any reason to doubt Darby's story. He had seen girls come and go. And he had seen them fall into shady shit that they didn't know they were falling into. But Megan had seemed....different. She had obviously fought off Freddie and had not been interested in any money or privileges he might offer. She had only worked certain shifts and had not even been convinced to cover a shift on the topless stage when commanded to do so. It seemed odd she would vanish for payment now, no doubt for things far worse than showing her body to some drunks. And her body was nice. VERY nice. One of the best he had seen. She had no interest in him, perhaps, but she had been kind and she had seemed sweet. At most, he expected she would be up front about coming in, giving notice, or at least telling him and Claire goodbye. He walked off, disappointed, and shortly found Sean.

"You know anything about Megan?" Jeremy asked the manager.

"She's coming in Tuesday and again Thursday," he said. "Why?" The manager broke into a grin. "You sweet on her?" He asked. "I'm telling you, boy. Don't buy into the shit these skanks peddle. You don't want it."

"Well," Jeremy didn't know how to respond. He did like Megan, but that wasn't the issue. "Darby said she quit. Says she's working for Tony." Sean's eyes got big.

"No," the manager said. "Get Claire in here, NOW."

********

Reagan slid her hand along her thigh before raising it over her head. The cool, white sheets and thick pillows felt nice in the split second before she felt a pain in her lower back and the muscles in her thighs exploded in pain from having been stretched to their limit the night before. And with the pain came the memory of the night itself. Her eyes flared open, and her hair swayed around her shoulders as she looked around the room, instantly afraid of where she was or who might be with her. Seeing nobody, she collapsed back on the bed, before rolling over to her side, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes as she curled up in a small ball, sobbing. Her ass felt raw and sore, and she felt dirty all over, inside and out. Her sweat had dried over her firm skin, and she knew she didn't smell great. In the low light from the early morning hint of the sun, she noticed deep, purple, small bruises around her hips and stomach, and others over her breasts, each dull and sore. After a few moments, she rose up on her elbows and again scanned the room. She ran her hands through her hair as she looked for a phone, or some clothes. She saw neither. What she did see could be described as ghetto elaborate. The walls and flooring looked old, as if she were in a building from the 80s, or even 70s, one which had been around a while. At the same time, the interior decor and fixtures were elaborate, clearly expensive, and fit for street royalty. The bed was large and the room larger. She climbed off the sheets on which she lay and set her feet on the floor. Stepping across the room, she could see around an opening in the wall and stared into a large sitting area near an ornate kitchen and bar.

Where AM I? she wondered, her body sore all over, and perhaps in shock. She peered through the drapes, which were thick enough to black out the sun outside, and she could see she was on a higher floor of some building, for below was an expansive, beautiful view of the entire bay from east to west, and the beautiful vista featuring the city's buildings along the hills leading down into the central downtown district. She instantly knew two things: She was miles away from where she was last night, and she was near Ellery Heights, a rundown area on the North Central point of the city, where gang activity was rampant and where a number of petty criminals not typically involved in anything as nasty as the sex trade resided. She remembered a number of times listening to police scanners and learning of any number of drug arrests, break ins, and assaults arising out of Ellery Heights. But its distance from the red light district or the interstate corridors seemed to inoculate it from any of the things appearing in her reporting. The Heights had a place often referred to as The Pit. Perhaps she was there. She never knew why it was called that, thinking of it only as an epicenter of the city's drug trade, which was not overly elaborate or nefarious as such things go. The City wasn't as bad as, say, Baltimore or Los Angeles as drugs go. Her reporters instincts kicked in instantly. The Rinkhals had been hiding in plain sight. The Pit was a snake pit. She wondered how she could get out of the room and where she would go, if she did.

 

[Evolutions]

Tony was on the road when Reagan's phone beeped, as he drove he pulled out her cell and read the latest text 'Reagan where are you? I've been calling. What did you want to tell me about The Darlington Hotel?' The message was enough to force Tony to pull over to the side of the road. It seemed that Reagan had told someone about where she was last night. The first thing Tony did was go through Reagan's phone history with 'Jeff'. He was relieved to see that the last outgoing message simply read 'The Darlington' That in itself was cryptic at best, not to mention that there really would be nothing that would link Reagan to the hotel. Tony continued to go through the rest of the messages and as he did he realized that Jeff was in fact Jeff Miller, the man who owned the paper that Reagan worked at. It was all in the information pack that Mayor Walker had sent him when he had originally approached him about dealing with Reagan. As Tony sat there he realized the first thing he needed to do was dump the phone, though there was a lot of valuable information on it. Tony remained parked as he manually started transferring all of Reagan's contacts onto his phone. He could have very easily just send them from her phone to his, however he was trying to avoid leaving any digital fingerprints. Typing out each contact and phone number onto his cell was tedious and took over an hour, and once he was done he sent one simple text message to Jeff that read 'Working on something big, going off grid for at least a week, maybe more' With that Tony wiped down the phone, snapped it in half and threw it out the window as he got back on the road. Once Reagan was discovered missing chances were they'd try to use GPS to track her phone, something that would have meant trouble if he'd taken her phone back to the pit, now of course that would simply be a dead end.



'Working on something big, going off grid for at least a week, maybe more' Jeff scratched the back of his head as he sat at his office, reading the message over and over again. His gut was telling him there was something wrong since Jeff had made it very clear to her that not only did she have to check in regularly but had to give him something for the paper. She couldn't afford to disappear for a week or two. It was exactly that kind of recklessness that made Jeff worry about Reagan, it was also why he wasn't quite sure what to make of her message as it wouldn't be the first time Reagan had chosen to go rogue. While Reagan was certainly dedicated enough to go deep undercover for a week, it wasn't like her to do so without giving Jeff some details as to what she was doing. The last time Reagan had given him a lead it had turned out to be a bust, however he owed it to Reagan to at least check up on her. He had been foolish to let her go out on her own, especially without keeping a closer tab on her. He'd talk to her in person, make an assessment and then decide if he was going to let her continue with the story or not. Jeff wasn't going to spend any more of the paper's resources on Reagan's leads, however that didn't mean that he couldn't track her down himself. At 65 Jeff was a little old for investigative journalism, however yet again.... He owed it to Reagan to try and look out for her. The only lead he had was The Darlington hotel, and that was where he would start!



The Lucky Rabbit had been open for a few hours however since it was still morning the club was rather quiet. The loud music echoed within the empty walls as Crystal walked back and forth on the stage, wearing nothing but a skimpy white g-string, working on her routine for later that night. When Crystal first started working at The Rabbit the last thing she'd wanted was to become a sex worker, but in essence that is what she had become thanks to Freddy. Not only was she catering to his sexual needs but also for the premium members of the club. She was still thankful for Sean for giving her the job, and in a way she felt he was still trying to look out for her, however she couldn't help but hope for a way out. Out of everyone that she was around she'd found that Jeremy was the only one that she really felt safe around, when she was in the booths and things got out of hand, Jeremy was the only one that would step in to make sure she wasn't being roughed up. Crystal had heard rumors about Tony, she of course knew who he was as he came to the club every so often, however what made him interesting were the rumors about how he could change a girl's life forever. It was all hush hush of course but she'd overheard things here and there, how there were girls who worked for him for a few weeks and got a huge payout.. It almost seemed too good to be true.. She'd contemplated asking Claire about it but could never quite work up the nerve to do so. As she continued to work on her routine she thought that maybe she'd ask Jeremy about it, he'd know for sure if there was any truth behind the rumors about Tony!

“Yo Boss? You wanted to see me?” Claire said as she walked into Sean's office, closing the door behind her. Sean was quick to respond “Don't yo boss me, what the hell is this shit about Megan going off to work for Tony?” It was a tone that Claire recognized and did not enjoy being on the other end of. “Well.. Shes not really working FOR him. I dono.. I mean I didn't actually talk to her about it, Darby told me that shes umm over in Europe or something for a few weeks with some guy? Tony set it up but I don't think shes working for him” Claire said, trying to bring more calmness into the conversation they were having. While Claire might have eaten up what Tony was shoveling, Sean knew better, and while Megan was relatively new at the club he knew what kind of girl she was, and what kind of girl she wasn't. From what Claire had just told him it seemed like the girl was in serious trouble. As Sean sat there Claire told him the whole story about the card game that Tony had set up and how Claire had gotten roped into it. Of course Claire left out the part were she had to sleep with one of the players at Tony's request, but did mention how she left early, which must have been what got Tony and Megan talking. As much as Sean wanted to blame Claire he knew it wasn't her fault, if anything it was his fault for keeping Claire in the dark as to the kind of man Tony really was. Sadly since Sean had a business arrangement with Tony it wasn't exactly wise for him to let the girls in his employment to know what kind of man he was.. 'Shit...' Sean thought to himself as he tried to figure out what to do about Megan. “This shit is on you Claire.. I have Megan on the roster for this week and I don't have enough girls who know how to run bar... Dammit.. You know what? You're working the stage this week.. Prime time, every night!” said Sean angrily. “WHAT!?!?!? You know I hate being on stage Boss. This... Is.. NOT fair!” Claire said with gritted teeth as if she were a rebellious teenager who was being confronted by her father. “I don't care if you think its fair or not, if you want to keep working here, you're going to do as you're told!” Sean fought back. There wasn't much Claire could say or do. Sure she helped run the club, however on paper she was just another employee. “Fine!” She said after a short period of silence before she stormed out of Sean's office, slamming the door hard behind her.


Tony was back on the road when his phone rang, as he pulled it out he wasn't surprised at all to see it was Sean calling. “What is it Sean?” Tony answered. Even though it was over the phone Sean got right to the point “I thought we had a deal when it came to the girls that worked at The Rabbit, if you want a girl.. You go through me. Megan is MY employee not yours.. I just gave you two girls this week, I-” It sounded like Sean had a lot to say and Tony really didn't want to have the conversation over the phone, especially with what he had to say. Which was exactly the reason that Tony cut him off with “Hold that thought.. I'll be there in the next thirty minutes”. Tony hung up as he started making his way toward the club. Sean was someone who was very deeply involved with Reagan, it was another reason he had gotten Darby to fill in Claire about what was happening, in hopes that the news would travel to Sean soon enough. He had kidnapped a woman, not just a runaway or a stripper, but someone who would be missed, someone that people would look for. For that reason it was important for Sean to know exactly what was happening.

It was a little over a half hour later that Tony pulled up at the parking lot outside The Lucky Rabbit. From the look Jeremy gave him at the entrance Tony was sure that he already knew that Reagan was working for him. Of course Jeremy also knew better than to confront Tony about it, which was why Tony just walked passed him as he made his way into the club. Sean was behind the bar as he made eye contact with Tony. He motioned for Tony to follow as he made his way to the back and into his office. Tony had given a nod in recognition as he followed behind Sean. As irate as Sean was, he made it a point not to stir drama out in the open, especially when Tony was involved. Tony closed the door behind him and as he turned around he said simply “Megan... Isn't who you think she is... Her real name is Reagan Tennyson” As he spoke Tony pulled out his wallet and started digging through it. “So? Half the girls that work here give me aliases. Independent cash contractors, you know how this works. It still doesn't give you a right to steal my girls!” Said Sean. A moment later Tony threw something onto Sean's desk. Sean looked down and picked up the small card. It had Megan's face on it.. Well, Reagan.. Since apparently that was her real name. Once he actually read the rest of the card he was stunned into silence.. It was Reagan's security pass for the building at The Glowing Truth, showing her status as a reporter. Sean just stared at the security card as he tried to think about the repercussions of what it meant.

It was all starting to make sense. The way she wanted to work at the club but seemed reserved about some of the things that actually went on. Refused to work the stage or the booths. What Sean wasn't sure of was why she was working undercover at his club. Surely there were bigger fish to fry, though whatever the reason was, Sean knew he was fucked. While it was true he had gotten into the business with good intentions, that didn't change the fact that he was mixed up in some very illegal activities. Not just the deal that he had with Freddy that had allowed them to use the property, but the way Freddy could use the club as his own harem where he could pick any girl for his own sexual gratification. Then there were the premium clients who also got to fuck the strippers as well as having the option to hire them for private fuck parties. While Sean had been very specific about what he had and hadn't told Reagan, he had essentially given her a lot of access to his club by employing her. After all he wasn't always at the club, and its not like Claire was exactly big on locking up his office when she is managing the place.. He shuddered to think exactly how much information Reagan had compiled while working at The Lucky Rabbit.

Tony could see the color draining out of Sean's face, he could only imagine what was going through the man's head. “I have it under control...” Tony said calmly, though as he spoke he could see the look of concern in Sean's eyes, despite knowing that Reagan had pretty much fucked him over, he still didn't want to see harm come to the girl. Tony continued “Relax.. I'm not going to off her, but that is the most you can expect. What you need to do is keep your people in line, I have no idea how big the fallout is going to be from this thing, you need to make sure that everyone understands that Reagan never worked here.” There was a small moment of silence. It was a relief to Sean that Reagan's life wasn't in danger, however given the fact that she was a reporter, and no doubt had been trying to expose him and Tony.. Wherever she was, chances were that Tony wasn't exactly treating her with kid gloves. Regardless Sean gave a nod of acknowledgment “Y..Yeah.. I think I can do that...” Sean said in a quiet voice, before he cleared his throat and reiterated “Yeah.. I'll take care of it” in a more stern tone. “Good.. I'll keep you updated if there is anything else you need to know” and with that Tony departed from the club.

Tony was finally on his way back to the pit when he got a text, this time it was the mayor's aide. He wanted to meet.. It was rare that they met during the day time, even before responding he figured it was about Reagan. 'The usual place won't do, meet me at the following address' was the first text Tony sent, followed by the location he wanted to meet at. After all an alley way in the middle of the day wasn't exactly inconspicuous. The location he'd given was a McDonald’s in a run down part of town, and by the time he got there the aide was already waiting in his car. Tony pulled up next to him and lowered the window. The place was deserted enough to where they could talk with plenty of privacy. The aide lowered his window as well and asked “How is she?” To which Tony replied “Reagan? About as well as you can expect.” The aide nodded and said “The Mayor wants a video”. Tony was a little unsure about how to respond “A video? He DOES know what we're going to do to that girl right? I can't just throw THAT kind of evidence out there, if anything it'll give her leverage if her gang rape video gets out” said Tony. The aide didn't seem convinced, as he said in the same tone “You're a smart man, I'm sure you can figure out how.. The question is.. Will you do it or not?” Tony wasn't the kind of man who was swayed by flattery, nor was he the kind of man who would bend over backwards to please others. However.. In that particular situation it would serve his interest to be on the same page as mayor Walker. Tony thought about it for a minute before finally responding “Yeah.. I'll get it done... I'll have something for him by tomorrow... But I'm not sending something like that out over the net, you'll have to pick it up from the pit”. “Fine Fine, just send me a text when its ready” said the aide, as he proceeded to pull out of the parking lot.

Tony drove through the drive through and ordered a bigmac combo, he proceeded to make one more stop at a party store and picked up various masks as well as a HD digital camera. By the time he actually got to the pit it was late in the afternoon, the sun would no doubt be setting within the upcoming hour or two. Even before Tony had made it into the building he was approached by one of his subordinates who all too anxiously asked “Hey Boss.. So.. When are we starting with this one? The guys have been on edge all day.” Tony motioned for the man to follow “We're going to do things a little differently this time. Look in the back of the car, everyone who wants to hit that piece of ass needs to mask up. Oh and there is also a camera back there, get Lester to set it up, we're going to record every minute of Reagan's first fuck fest” Said Tony. “Where you want us to set all this up boss?” he asked, to which Tony replied “The Pool”. The man gave Tony a nod as he started walking towards the vehicle. The Pool that Tony had referred to was the indoor pool that was on the fifth floor. The water had been emptied out years ago and never refilled. It was one of the rooms they used to break in new girls. The only thing occupying the Olympic sized pool was a large king sized mattress that had seen A LOT of action throughout the years. It would no doubt be the same mattress that Reagan would experience yet another type of assault.

Once inside Tony took the elevator right to the top floor. There were rough looking men standing outside the elevator, and as he made his way down the hall there was a man right outside the door. “Tell Lester to have everything set up in the next fifteen minutes” Said Tony. The man at the door wasn't exactly sure what needed to be 'set up' but he knew better than to question the boss. “You got it Boss” He responded as he started making his way towards the elevator. Tony was anxious to see Reagan, and no sooner did he open the door did he lay his eyes on her. He gave her a soft grin as he closed the door behind him. She was on the sofa, still naked as the day as she was born. As he walked towards her he could already see her starting to tense up almost as if she expected him to assault her again. He didn't make any sudden movements since the girl was already scared despite her best to try and keep her composure. He sat the paper bag on the coffee table in front of the sofa she was sitting on and the soda next to it. By the time he'd actually gotten to his apartment the burger as well as the fries were completely cold, not to mention the ice in the soda had melted and the drink itself was barely above room temperature. It was far from an appealing meal, however Reagan was a woman that had been brutally assaulted the night before, she was sitting in front of her rapist stark naked, and on top of that she wouldn't have had anything to eat or to drink in at least twenty four hours, if not more. “That's yours by the way.. You don't have to eat it but that's the last 'food' thats going in your mouth until tomorrow” Said Tony.

Tony had barely finished talking before Reagan almost ravenously reached out for the McDonald's bag and placed it on her lap. She pulled out the burger and took a huge bite, it barely looked like she had time to chew let alone swallow before he saw her take a second bite, then a third. She proceeded to wash down the food with the lukewarm soda as she continued to attack her food. As Tony watched her devour the food he started to think about what was planned for Reagan. Most of the time when a woman was being trained Tony would spend a good week with her alone before letting the other wolves ravish her, however Reagan was different. She must have known the power her beauty held, especially when it came to men. Tony couldn't afford to let her think that she was different from any other woman he'd victimized, or that he felt sorry for her in any way. By that point she must have known just how dire her situation was, the fact that she most likely wouldn't be escaping. Sure she could have had all sorts of fantasies, maybe using her charms on one of his henchmen into helping her out, however realistically that wasn't much of a possibility.

It barely took five minutes before Reagan had downed the entire burger, all the cold fries, as well as the beverage that came along with the food. Even after the drink was entirely gone she was making slurping sounds with the straw as if her thirst was far from sated. “Easy Tennyson...” Tony said in an amused tone as he gently pried the cup from her hand, letting his presence be known once again as he sat the empty cup on the coffee table and sat down at the end of the sofa she was on. Tony knew that there was no need to threaten her again, at least not in the same way he had before. After all it was one thing to cooperate when you knew your fate was sealed and to let one man have his way with you. It was something else altogether to have unprotected forceful sex with a group of violent men, which was essentially what was in store for Reagan. Tony reached over and pressed his hand on her upper thigh, it wasn't in a sexual way but his own not so subtle way to let her know that even in that moment her body was still completely his. His eyes slowly roamed her naked body before they met with her gaze. “For now.. Your life on the outside world is over, you're no longer an independent young reporter with a promising career. You're a whore...” Tony said flatly, quickly correcting himself “You're MY whore. Your boss Jeff tried to contact you this morning. I was kind enough to send him a text saying that you're going undercover for a few weeks... So even if... And that is a BIG if.. Someone starts looking for you, it won't be for at least a week or two. Not a single soul in the outside world knows you're here.. Even if they start looking they'll never find you. Not that any of it matters.. As long as you're here you'll have to pull your weight and your dance card for the night is going to be completely booked..” Finally he released her thigh and stood up, he reached down and grabbed Reagan by her upper arm, forcing her onto her feet.

He started walking her towards the door still not telling her exactly what was going to happen. “These guys... Can get pretty rough... If you play nice... IF you play nice... Maybe they'll take it easy on you, but I can't make any promises.” Tony said ominously with just enough of a hint of what was coming. What Reagan couldn't have know for sure was that once she arrived at the destination of the 5th floor, not only would she be gang raped by a large group of masked men, but the entire thing would be recorded.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan listened to Tony's words, while giving every effort she could to put on a brave face and at the same time trying to identify any means of escape. The word "whore" hit her like a freight train, for never in any time she had spent on this earth had she thought of herself as anything like that. Hadn't she been good? Hadn't she done what was right? Hadn't she tried to shine light on the dark places so that the mold and bacteria and disease would clean itself up in the bright light of day? Hadn't she fought for the innocent and those who could not know or do for themselves? Her little, lower lip quivered only a tiny bit, enough to betray her fear and wonder about what she had done to deserve this, this being only a hint at what she was soon to endure. A single tear welled in her eyes, and she fought hard to not let it fall, which it did not do until Tony forced her to stand and began walking just a step to her side and behind. Her hair covered the tiny streaks down both cheeks, and she had no other immediate response as she slowly, painfully put one foot in front of the other, wanting with each step to turn and run wherever her legs might take her. In moments they took her to the elevator, where Tony stepped in behind her, pressed the button for the fifth floor, then stood behind her once again as the tiny room began its descent. Each floor it passed was indicated by a small bell tone, and she could not imagine if getting stuck in the elevator with this monster would be worse that whatever plan he had for her or not. The unease of her stomach was magnified as the elevator made its sudden and rapid slow down, turning her knees to jelly and making her begin to feel ill only a moment before the whoosh of the doors was met with Tony's hand on her lower back pushing her gently toward a fate suspected, but unknown.

Reagan looked across the expansive area that was the fifth floor. Set up like its own, singular location, free of typical hallways and rooms, it was immediately obvious that they were in what had been the pool area. And they were not alone. Reagan saw a number of men, none with good intentions, each with an expressionless, plain, black or white mardis gras style mask covering their faces, and she immediately turned, her arms raised in a defensive position, to face Tony, pressing into him as if to get away by melding into his chest.

"No," she squeaked, her voice cracking in fear. "Please, I'll do anything. Please. You can...you can have.....anything...." her simpering was cut off by a gasp as Tony rapidly moved his hand up as if to strike her, stopping short, his hand brushing back her hair, pushing it behind her ear as she directed her eyes down from his own, first to his chest, then to the ground at their feet, then back up, even as he said nothing. "Please," she said one more time.

"You will do anything," the darkness of the man before her blackened out all hope, just before his hands went to her hips, turning her around to face the seven men standing near the pool.

"Gentleman," their leader said. "Meet Reagan," he grinned over her head from where he stood behind her. One of the men, a short, rather ugly troll, stepped forward quickly, grabbing the girl by the arm. She resisted a moment before Tony patted her on the butt as if a mother might toward a child, indicating she needed to go if she knew what was good for her. Reagan stepped in the direction of the troll's pull as tears broke loose, crying commenced, and full-on sobbing appeared soon to come. He watched as she walked toward the pool, where another, giant of a man stood near the steps of what had been the shallow end. "You have 5 hours," he said, noticing another of his soldiers practically rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation. "Make her feel like you had ten." The evil man smiled as the troll walked the young reporter to where the giant stood, just before the larger man picked her up at the waist.

"Please don't do....."

"You'd better shut your god damn mouth right now, little girl," the giant said, stepping into the pool and walking her to the farthest, most difficult and deep end from which escape would be difficult. As he did, the others leapt into the pool, quickly surrounding the girl as the largest man tossed her onto a filthy mattress on the hard concrete ground. As the tears blinded her vision, she felt her scalp sear in a burning pain from one of the men pulling her hair until she was upright on her knees, though certainly held there by the force of the hold the man kept. And immediately her next nightmare had begun.

Reagan reached to wipe tears from her eyes a split second before her hands were pull from her face, and only another second before she felt the dull thunk of an open palm against her temple. The shot somewhere between a slap and a strike made her open her mouth to cry, and it was immediately filled with what was certainly one of the men's cocks. Almost at the same time, she felt weight on the mattress behind her as two hands rose along her sides and her breasts were covered by them, just before her nipples, hard from fear and adrenaline, were pinched as if to only test their resilience. She felt a nibble on the back of her neck and gave a gasp around the man's cock as one of the hands slid low over her stomach and two of its fingers slammed forcefully into her raw, bare slit.

"Boys, she's everything we hoped for," the voice of the man behind her said with a chuckle, his fingers moving farther inside her, as if trying to feel her very heart from below. Tears and sobs streamed from her face, as the man in her mouth planted his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her deeper onto him over and over in and effort to fuck her lips at the pace he, and not she, wanted. A moment passed, and the man withdrew from her mouth and, as if to approve, looked to some of the others, who she saw were now stripped down themselves, and confirmed for them what they wanted to hear.

"She's ready." Some of the men hooted and cheered, and Reagan instantly felt herself pulled over the man who had been behind her, as he laid back, sliding her hips over his, and lining his cock up to the home he wanted it to have. Her weight was dropped onto him, and in a second, her dry pussy was speared on the length of his cock, and she screamed a scream that had to be heard on every floor in the building. The man below her laughed.

"You like that, baby?" He asked, brushing her hair back as Tony had before. "Yeah, you're a sweetheart," the man said. "I'll bet your daddy enjoyed fucking you since you were just a precious little thing." Reagan sobbed more, horrified at the idea of the man's words.

"No," she whimpered, unable to say more. "No." The man grinned, leaning forward, and sucked on her nipple.

"Shhhhhhh, little girl," he said. "Daddy's not here to hurt you anymore," he grinned.

"No," she whimpered again as the man raised her once, then dropped her weight back onto his cock.

"But we're gonna hurt you bad," he said, his voice taking an ominous tone. He fucked her for another two or three strokes. "Come on boys." No sooner had he said the words, than she felt herself pulled forward to the man's chest. The man pushed her head upward, and she saw another, slightly larger cock in her face.

"You know what's good for you, you open your mouth," the man who belonged to the cock said.

"Let Lester in," the man below her said, looking up over the young, smooth skin over her neck and over her cute, if tear stained cheeks. She nodded and opened her mouth, doing what she was told, then gagged as the searing pain of the man thrusting immediately as deep as he could before fucking her throat. Another moment into her violation, the man in her mouth pulled out, then pulled her hair, raising her head high, making sure he could see her. Amidst her tears, she did not see the camera, hidden but nearly directly in her face over the man's shoulders. She did see the man nod, and in less than a second felt a palm on her ass, the thumb of the man behind her pressing open her cheeks.

"Noooooo!" she squealed again. She could notice the snake tattoo curled and wrapped around "Lester's" arm, and that of two of the men standing behind him. She pressed her eyes shut a moment before the man in front of her spoke up once more.

"Oh yes, honey," he said with a grin and a snarky tone of ownership. "Open your eyes." She shook her head no, then felt a hard slap once more. "Open them." She did as she was told and again, noticed the man look up, over her back, and nod once more. No sooner had he done so than she felt the searing pain of a molten steel rod shoved up her tiny rear entry.

"UggghhhhhhhOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" She screamed, her brow furrowing and her body tightening into a clench, fighting the very large, giant man's cock from entering further. She felt him slap her sides, nearly knocking the breath from her body, while the man beneath her started fucking her pussy. In seconds, her mouth was back on the cock before her, and her body was rhythmically pounded by the two men between her slender, firm thighs.

"Pretty fucking sweet back there?" Lester asked the giant.

"The best," she heard the man say as he paused long enough for sweat to drip from his brow onto her lower back, causing her to jolt in surprise and then whimper in pain from the jolt itself. She felt the giant's hands on her hips once more, just as he began fucking her ass with an abandon unseen.

"Yeah?" Lester asked.

"Oh yeah. This is the best score we've had." The troll stepped toward the pile of bodies in the center of the pool pit.

"She looks young," the troll said. Reagan was at their mercy, gagging, sobbing, choking, and crying as they simply used every entry she had. "And tight."

"Yeah, she..." the giant said. "She is." He pulled back as far as he could then slammed home, causing her to jump as his hard thrust touched her in a deep place, battering her insides to her core. "She.....fucking.......is," the man said, emphasizing each thrust with the full weight of his power focused on her tiny little ass. "And.....she....can.....really......take.....a cock," he marveled before pausing long enough to humiliate her. "Can't you baby?" He slapped her side, just at her hip once again, before her jolt nearly made him cum, forcing him to fuck her harder still. Moments later, the man they called Lester erupted, sending a geyser of his essence deep in her throat.

"Oh, fuck, baby." He said. "You guys step up here." She heard him say before her hair was pulled once more, this time by the giant, arching her back, as one of the others stepped to her pretty pink lips, sliding himself deep in her throat. For what seemed like nearly an hour, she remained this way, back arched, hands outstretched to allow both men inside her to thrust at her in the only position that gave any mild sense of relief, though that was truly nonexistent, until first the man below, then the giant from behind, erupted blast after blast into her tiny package of a body. She collapsed on top of the man who lay beneath her, catching her breath and then squealing in pain as the giant behind her tore his cock from her ass, letting a small chuckle of his own.

"Who's next boys?" the giant asked. She felt the man beneath her roll her, then she landed on her back, just in time to see another of the men kneel before her, his cock taking aim for her already used pussy.

"No, no more," she pleaded. BAM!!!! The man between her thighs slapped her with a force she had not yet felt. BAM!!!! He did it again, then again. Reagan cried like a teething infant, a full throated, unwieldy wail. BAM!!! Another slap.

"Shut up, cunt," the man said. BAM!!!! He hit her one more time. "Dry it up," he said. Reagan sobbed, forcing her sobs to slow, afraid she would die from the beating the man was beginning to administer. BAM!!!! He struck again for good measure, before jamming himself deep inside her as she finally turned off the tears, if only for a moment. She brought her hands to her face, brushing off tears and feeling the slightest trickle of something wet from her nose. She looked at the blood on her fingers, then sniffed in an effort to keep it from falling along the side of her face, fearing anything unattractive or ugly might make things worse. When she did, the man raised up with a dark, threatening look, ready to strike her once more, then realizing her sniffing was not a sob, before concentrating on fucking her as hard as he wanted.

For hours the men passed her around, her movements limited to gripping them tighter with her thighs, using her hands to stroke their cocks, hoping to get them off before they planted themselves in her body once more, and swallowing copious amounts of cum each time one of them wanted her to do so. And over the course of the night, as the hours grew late, the men became either satiated or raw, unable or unending to continue. And when they were done, the girl had been violated in ways she had never imagined. One by one they disappeared onto an elevator in various stages of re-dress, until she was alone in a room with Lester, who seemed to have orchestrated the events of the night with a cold, precise, hand. When they alone remained, Lester pulled her hair once more, making her eyes meet his own. He looked to her face as if to study her deepest soul through her eyes. He grinned, then suddenly and violently spit in her face, before shoving her face back toward the mattress, leaving her lying in a sobbing heap, heaving for air and relief where there was none.

"No, no, I.....I can't," she cried as she felt her hips lifted into the air.

"You will," is all the man said, only a second before slamming his hard cock deep into her little ass, violated now for what had to be the sixth or seventh time. In a flash he was fucking her, his pace and rhythm speeding up, until he was enjoying the ride of her ridges inside gliding along the length of his shaft. The man looked up as the elevator opened.

"Hey....unnh.......boss......unnnh!!" he said between violent thrusts deep into the girl's core.

"Almost done?" Tony asked.

"Unnnnh.......unnnh........yeah," the man said. Reagan felt him grip her hips tighter, his motion speeding up and his grunts getting louder. "Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!" The man let a final groan, pressing and slamming his hips hard against her ass as he unloaded a torrent of cum into her tiny receptacle. His hand pressed against her lower back, and he pulled his cock from her one last time for the night. He reached nearby for a towel, wiping himself off, then wrapping it around himself. He stood up and walked out of the pool past where Tony stood, looking down on the little angel, cast to the ground from the heavens above.

"I'm surprised you let us have this one," the man said to Tony. "Best one you've found yet. Girl next door, you know?" Tony looked at the man with an annoyed, but agreeing nod. He then nodded once more, this time in a motion telling the henchman to hit the road. The tiny, 110 pound heap on the mattress in the center of the pool barely moved now, beneath where he stood. Reagan could feel nothing but pain in every part of her body. She felt like her hip had been snapped, like her ass had been torn apart, and like her breasts would never not be bruised. And at the same time, she was still alive, but for how long she didn't dare think about.

"What," she began to ask, too weak to quickly finish, leaving a long pause before she could get out her thoughts. "What do you...what do you want?" She asked her captor. She did not know if she had any more to give.

 

[Evolutions]

The show so to speak had started playfully enough, while the men were eager to ravish Reagan's petite and timid young body, they also hadn't just dove in like they had done with most girls in the past. There was no denying that everything happening was being done against Reagan's will, however the men were less interested in punishing Reagan and more interested in the use of her body itself. That was until her cooperation started to drop. It hadn't taken long at all before the men had started to force their hand so to speak. Her hair being pulled, body groped, and even outright slapped when she was sluggish with their demands. While Tony didn't take part in the gang rape he had been there for most of it. Watching as the men ravished Reagan over and over again, stretching her throat, her cunt, her ass.. Sometimes all three at once, and as the men showed little to no mercy, the entirety of Reagan's humiliation was caught on film. Even if she was aware of it there wasn't much she could have done about it, not to mention it wouldn't have changed the outcome of what was happening to her.

Tony watched as the hours passed, Reagan herself went through a few phases, at first she was resilient, at least as much as she could be. Some of the men had simply forced her body to do what they wanted, while others had slapped Reagan around until she did what they commanded. Towards the end Reagan looked like a soulless puppet. She had to still be aware of what was happening to her however there didn't seem to be an ounce of fight left in her. By the time the last man was done with her eight whole hours had passed, and as Reagan lay there on the soiled mattress it seemed she barely had the energy to lift her head as she said "What do you...what do you want?” with an all too defeated tone.

The ordeal that Reagan had just been through was no doubt the worst thing that had ever happened to her, and while she might have thought that it would the greatest problem to overcome, she should have also started to realize that by no means would it be the last time her body would be assaulted in such a way. Hopes of escaping unscathed had to have been dashed the first night Tony had raped her in the hotel, and after what she had just endured, there was a big question of not only IF Reagan would escape, but what would be left of her when and if she did. Reagan didn't know it at that moment, however the next time she was assaulted like that, she wouldn't be nearly as resistant.

Tony didn't respond to the young woman at first, just looked down at her. She was covered in a mixture of cum and sweat with even a few streaks of blood here and there. Some had dried and knotted into her hair. It was a sight that Tony was more than used to seeing. “We're done with the fucking... For now...” Tony said to her flatly as he reached down and grabbed her by her upper arm. He ignored her wincing as he pulled her onto her feet, a moment later he grabbed her by her hips and hoisted her over his shoulder. She was ripe with the smell of sex as he carried her back to the elevator that she'd arrived in. The elevator made its way to the top floor once again, and when the doors opened there were once again guards not only in front of the elevator but in front of Tony's room, in way reminding Reagan that she really wasn't going anywhere. Tony didn't say anything to the guard at the door as he carried Reagan into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

Tony walked her into what looked like a guest room and threw her onto the bed. Attached to the bedroom was a bathroom, something that Reagan would be making use of in the next few hours. “Sleep it off Tennyson..” he said to her, knowing that when she woke up the marks and dried fluids on her body would be a very real reminder of what had happened to her. He continued “The bathroom is stocked with all the feminine products you'll need. I've already set the alarm for 6am.. By 6:30 I want you cleaned, shaved, and looking like a pretty little slut.. For now.. Rest..” He concluded as he departed the room, closing the door behind her.


Once Reagan was taken care of Tony got on the phone with the Saudi prince that had bought Jessica for a week. Tony informed the prince that he wanted Jessica to return a little early. The prince wasn't exactly happy however Tony assured him that he would make it up to him the next time he had a girl. The conversation ended with the Prince letting Tony know that Jessica would be flying back and should arrive sometime in the morning. The only reason Tony had sent Jessica away was that he didn't want Reagan running into her during her investigation. Now that Reagan was under his control it was time for Jessica to return. Once that conversation was over Tony sent a text to the Mayor's aide letting him know that Reagan's sex tape was ready to be picked up.

It took the aide an hour to get down to the pit, and by the time he got there Tony had the tape ready. The man was led into the building then escorted up to the top floor. It was actually rare that outsiders were ever invited into the pit, however with everything that was going on with Reagan it seemed that Tony's partnership with the mayor would be strengthened. It was still strange to Tony that the mayor was willing to spend so much time and effort on the girl's downfall, he still thought that it would have been easier just to kill her off. Yet at the same time even Tony couldn't deny that a girl like Reagan was better off alive than dead, especially as one of his assets, which was exactly what Tony was going to turn her into. The man entered Tony's apartment and immediately he was surprised by the interior. While it wasn't exactly classy it was very well kept, it even looked modern. Regardless the man was quick to ask “The tape?” Still wanting to spend as less time in the place as possible. Tony let out a soft laugh “Straight to business huh?” he said as he walked over to the man and handed him the memory card with the video footage. The man tucked the card into his jacket “So.. Where is she?” he asked curiously. Tony nudged his head towards the closed door “sleeping it off. The aide looked at the door, then back at Tony “So how much does she know.. Have you told her yet that the whole thing was a setup?” Tony simply shook his head “No.. I'll get round to that tomorrow morning.. Though while we're on it I'm going to need some information. Reagan's parents.. I plucked their names from her phone before I dumped it. Roger and Connie Tennyson, I need their background, financial situation, address.. Anything you can dig up.” Said Tony. The aide gave a nod as he pulled out his notepad and jotted down the names “Not a problem, shouldn't take more than a few hours. I'll email you something later tonight.” He cleared his throat, his tone a little more serious as he continued “You're on point with the fallout of this girl's disappearance. How do you want us to go forward?”

For Tony it really wasn't much of an issue as he didn't have any doubt that he would break Reagan, however that didn't change the fact that Reagan's boss would come looking for her eventually, if he hadn't started already. “Her boss might be an issue if I can't get Reagan in line.. We have at least a week before its an issue. If the mayor has any connections with the new Chief of police use it to get the missing person put on the back burner when its eventually reported. Without any real evidence I doubt her boss will print anything about her disappearance. Either way it is a moot point for now” Said Tony. The aide gave Tony a nod “Alright.. I'll be in touch, if you need anything just drop me a message. Miss Tennyson is very important to the mayor” he said, essentially saying something that they both already knew. With that the aide left, escorted back to his unmarked vehicle after which he drove off.


Meanwhile.......


It had been some time since Jeff had done any investigative journalism, he had paid his dues and had never actually planned to return to it. Sadly with Reagan missing it was now up to him to try and find her. Jeff wasn't the kind of man who smothered his employees, yet he had always been protective of Reagan, it was something she knew, and on a few occasions had even used it to her advantage. It was because of that familiarity that Jeff knew Reagan was in trouble. If she honestly had a lead that would force her to go undercover for a week or two she would not only have told him what she was working on but would have given him more info in case she'd gotten in too deep. The last abrupt text she had sent was a very sharp sign to Jeff that the girl was in trouble. He knew just how ruthless some of these men could be, and it was no stretch to think that Reagan's very life was in danger.

That morning Jeff checked over everything that needed to go to print, all the work that came in throughout the day would be checked when Jeff returned in the evening. The second to last message Reagan had sent was the Darlington Hotel. That was his first stop. As he approached the hotel building it looked legitimate enough, it definitely didn't look like the type of place where men from the sex trade would be operating. There was a certain art to getting information from people that didn't want to give it. The hotel might have looked legitimate, however appearances could be deceiving, and if that was the case there was no way they would willingly tell him what he wanted to know. He approached the clerk and started making small talk, acted as if he was out of town. The idle conversation went on for almost ten minutes before Jeff got to the subject of why he was in the city, specifically that he was looking for his daughter whom he thought might be in trouble. A moment later he pulled out a photo of Reagan and held it out for the man. Immediately his demeanor changed. He tried to hide it of course, shaking his head, letting Jeff know that he hadn't seen her or anyone that looked like her. Shortly after the clerk pointed out how he had a few matters to attend to and asked if Jeff wanted a room. Jeff declined the room, however instead of leaving he found a few other staff members, using the same approach he chatted them up before showing Reagan's photo. While some looked as if they genuinely had no idea what was going on, there were others that gave the same reaction that the desk clerk had.

The reactions told him two things. The first was that the hotel was somehow involved in the sex trade, and that it was something that only certain members of staff were privy to. Which meant that whatever activity was taking place was being done so without the owners knowledge. The second thing Jeff had figured out was that the operation itself was far too tight knit for him to get any real answers or leads. Jeff returned back to his car and wrote down some notes. He pulled out his phone and started going through some of the emails that Reagan had sent. While she had been very careful not to name any establishments in her bylines, she had been a little more candid in the messages she'd sent him. She'd talked about a strip club that was just outside the red light district. It didn't take long for Jeff to find The Lucky Rabbit online. The website was ambiguous at best, and for all practical purposes it looked as if it was any other strip club, however if Reagan had a lead there it almost certainly meant that the business was dirty.

Jeff drove to the address that was on the website, and as he approached the establishment he was actually surprised at how classy the place looked from the outside. Jeff had passed through the red light district on a few occasions in the past, and it was the kind of place where one could get mugged and carjacked very easily. The location of The Lucky Rabbit seemed safer.. If that word was appropriate to use in the situation. Whoever thought of opening up a club there certainly had a decent business sense. He parked in the designated lot and made his way towards the entrance, as he did he began to think about his approach... He knew he couldn't pull the same act as he had at the hotel. The bouncer was a big guy, and a thought occurred to him that if the business was involved in the sex trade then the bouncer would certainly be in on it. Jeremy didn't give Jeff much trouble and allowed him to enter.

Jeff looked around once inside... The place was dimly lit, something that could be said about all strip clubs, though even he had to admit that the interior was nice. It was early in the afternoon so the place was pretty empty. The music was playing however it wasn't blaring. There were two girls on stage, one of which barely looked 18. The girl had on black heels and black gloves... And nothing else. She was a petite young thing, and even though Jeff was there on business, he still couldn't help but admire the view that the young lady was so eager to provide. He sat up front and was very quick to make eye contact with the dancer. Jeff pulled out a few twenty dollar bills and waved them in the air to get the girl's attention. She walked over with a smile, leaned down as she teasingly started to tug on the bills. “What's your name sweetheart?” He asked her. The girl gave him a smile with a simple “Crystal” as her response. Jeff leaned in a little closer “Well... Crystal.. How about a private dance hmmm?” Crystal pulled the bills, looked em over to see there was sixty dollars in total. The man looked as if he was in his 50s or 60s.. He also looked like an easy mark as she gave him a nod “Sure hon.. But its gonna cost ya more than that!” She said with a wink. “My wallet is full sweetheart” said Jeff giving the impression that he was willing to pay a LOT more. Crystal tucked the bills into her glove as she hopped off stage. She took Jeff by the hand and led him through the red curtains that led to the booths. Once inside one of the booths the girl didn't need to tell him that dances weren't the only services being provided as the room smelled ripe with sex.

Crystal closed the curtains behind her, and as she turned the man was still standing there. “You're gonna need to sit down for this hon” She said to him. Now Jeff had actually contemplated getting a dance from the young woman, after all she was pretty much completely naked and even if he did indulge in her body for a little while no one would be the wiser. That wouldn't help Reagan though. That was when Jeff took his right hand and moved it to his pant pocket, as if he was getting ready to take something out. “I think you better take a seat kiddo... If I have to pull out my badge.. This chit chat will quickly become official.. Which will mean that I'll have to take you down to the station.. Now.. Sit” Jeff said calmly.

Crystal might have gotten used to being a stripper and even being assaulted by the likes of Freddy and other men, however she was still young and naive. She knew full well that exchanging sex for money even in a strip club was soliciting.. Something she was guilty of. Her eyes widened as her slender frame started to shake, and in front of an authoritative figure she did what any scared young woman might have done.. She obeyed his instructions. She walked over and sat down, her one hand resting on the top of her lap to cover her crotch while the other tried to cover her breasts “Wha...What do you want?” She asked in a shaky voice.. If it was one thing she knew it was that pretty much all men are corrupt... She could only imagine what he wanted to do to her. Jeff could have very easily taken off his jacket and given it to the girl to cover her up during the 'interview', however he decided against it. His eyes couldn't help but wander over her supple young body as he asked “Good.. I'm not here to get you in trouble.. I'm looking for a girl... To be specific THIS girl” He said calmly as he pulled out a photo of Reagan. Crystal had to lean forward to get a better look at the small photo under the dim red lighting of the booth. She obviously recognized the photo.. What she didn't know was how to respond.

The night before Sean had held a meeting with all the staff members, while he hadn't gone into detail he had seemed very serious when he told everyone to forget about Reagan, not to mention her, not to talk about her, or to acknowledge her existence if any of the old customers asked about her. Of course what Sean couldn't mention was that he had only recently found out that Megan as actually a reporter in the line of exposing corruption. She hadn't understood why nor had she asked questions.. But now... Now that some cop was looking for her.. It couldn't have been good.. The only thing she could think to say was “I.... Is she okay?” Which told Jeff that she definitely knew the girl.. Yet at the same time he didn't want Reagan's captors to know he was onto them. He ignored her question altogether as he said in a more authoritative tone “You're going to tell me EVERYTHING you know about this girl RIGHT now or I swear blowing pervs on a daily basis will be the least of your troubles!” said Jeff. It was almost odd that the words were coming out of his mouth. This girl was clearly scared, the kind of girl who was a victim, the kind of girl that he had tried to give a voice to in the past through his newspaper.. Yet some part of him.. Some primal part of him was getting the best of him, and the fact that she was naked wasn't helping.. The entire time he kept telling himself that he was really doing it for Reagan.. That her life was in danger, and he had to be cold to this young woman or else he'd never track her down.

Crystal did not like the way the man was looking at her.. She knew that predatory look all too well, and she also knew that there was nothing she could do. She was quick to blurt out what she knew, that the girl's name was Megan and that she'd started working at the bar a few weeks ago. Mid way Jeff had snapped and asked if she was stripping, and as Jeff had asked his mind couldn't help but imagine what Reagan would look like naked and on a pole.. Crystal however was quick to point out that Reagan only waited tables and worked the bar. She told him that she thought the bouncer had a thing for her and also told Jeff about that incident where Jeremy had essentially rescued Reagan right before she'd gotten raped. She concluded by saying that Megan didn't show up the last few days and that the night before her boss had told the staff to forget about Megan.

As Jeff listened he felt anger starting to brew up within him... Partly at the thought of Reagan almost having been raped, and partly he was angry AT Reagan for being so damn reckless. Jeff reached for her wrist and pulled her hand away from her breasts. He held out his hand against her chest, between her breasts and pushed the chair back, causing it to tilt back and hit the wall, though not quite tipping over. He moved in front of her and leaned down “You breathe a word of this to ANYONE and you're going down for soliciting!” His hand moved down her chest, grabbing onto one of her breasts as he playfully groped her. It was only for a second before he pulled his hand away and walked out. Crystal just sat there in silence as tears started to stream down her cheeks..


The next morning......


Tony was up early, the first thing he did was shower, and after he dried off he wrapped a fresh towel around his waist. The tattoos on his chest and upper arms that were usually covered were now completely exposed.. He had started to get inked up quite early in life, and while he didn't mind it he was thankful that he'd never gotten any on his face. A suit was usually enough to cover up his tattoos and give him a more sophisticated look as long as he had his hair brushed back. Tony could actually be quite charming when he needed to be, though that was a skill he rarely ever used. It was close to 6:20am by the time Tony stepped into the kitchen. He got a pan heating as he got ready to fry some eggs and bacon. The previous evening Tony had given Reagan some pretty strict instructions about what was expected of her the next morning. No matter how exhausted and sore she'd been, no matter how deep a sleep she'd been in, the alarm would no doubt snap her out of her unconscious state. By the time 6:30am rolled around the entire apartment was filled with the smell of bacon and eggs. That alone should have been enough to draw Reagan out of the guest room, even though Tony had ordered her to come out at around 6:30am.

Tony was behind the kitchen counter when he saw the guestroom door open, a few moments later Reagan very slowly stepped out.. She was wrapped up in what looked like a clean bed sheet. Even from the kitchen he could see her face... She had brushed her hair, as well as applied some makeup, even lipstick.. While she didn't exactly look like a 'whore' so to speak she definitely looked desirable, which was obedient enough Tony thought. The toast had just popped up from the toaster “Take that thing off and come eat” he said to her as he placed the slices of toast on a plate for her along with some bacon and eggs. After what had happened the night before Reagan must have known better than to disobey Tony. It should have been very clear to her that at any moment he could discard her to the wolves where she'd be raped on hours upon hours, something that would be more likely if she decided to make waves..

A few moments later it seemed she reluctantly pulled off the sheet she was wrapped up in. She was completely naked underneath... She had washed off what he had written on her stomach with the permanent marker.. She looked amazing though the bruises were still very much visible on her body. There were bruises on her hips and thighs in the form of hand prints. There were bite marks on her breasts as well as around her nipples. Even her pussy still looked a little swollen, of course none of that changed the fact that she was still very much desirable. Once again Tony motioned for her to come and sit down. He could tell she was still uncomfortable, though after what she'd been forced to take part in the previous day nudity was hardly that big a deal. Again Reagan was slow to move but eventually she sat down at the kitchen counter, not long after she dug into the food, once again as if she hadn't eaten in days. As Reagan devoured the food in front of her, Tony poured out a nice cold glass of orange juice. Reagan once again being quick to wash down the food, and not even five minutes had passed before Reagan had emptied her plate without saying a single word. From the looks of it Tony could have prepared a second, or even a third serving and she would have eaten it all up..

Tony gave her a few minutes of quiet and peace, simply standing behind the counter as he slowly unwrapped the towel from around his waist, letting it fall to his feet. As he stepped out from behind the counter Reagan would have been able to see that not only was he completely nude but erect as well. He walked over to her and grabbed her by her upper arm. She squealed and let out a wince as Tony dragged her towards the living room area. “N...no..” she said as she tried to pull herself away from him but Tony was considerably larger and stronger, and even if she did break free there was literally nowhere for her to go. “Cut it out... Just relax..” He huffed. Even after everything Reagan had been through she was right to be scared of Tony as he was the first one that had raped her, and it was far from gentle at that. He dragged her to the couch as he sat down, he forced her onto his lap to where she was straddling him “Relax... I'm not going to hurt you... You're still VERY tender... I just want a nice... Gentle fuck... If I have to REALLY fuck you... Our first fuck will seem like nothing!!” The words were enough to calm her down a little. He reached down between them and grabbed the base of his cock, with his other hand he grabbed her by her underarm and lifted her up slightly. He lined the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy “Eaaasy... Eaaasy now..” He said to her as he started to lower her onto his cock.. Even after all the hours of relentless fucking she'd endured the night before she was still tight, not to mention dry as fuck.

“Thats it... You're getting it” He said softly as he lowered her onto his thick cock. It took some time, though eventually she was sitting on his lap with his cock buried completely within her. With his cock fully inside her Tony reached down and gently gripped Reagan's chin with one hand, the other pulled her close, her firm young breasts pressing against his bare chest as he pressed his lips against hers, giving her a soft, warm, and an uncharacteristically gentle kiss. He coaxed her tongue to play with his as he felt Reagan's body beginning to react. The kiss lingered for a few moments before he pulled away. The hand that was on her back slowly moved up to the back of her head, gently he pulled her head down to where it was laying against his chest. His cock continued to ache inside the gorgeous woman. Instinctively his hands moved onto her bare hips, and ever so slowly he started to grind her back and forth “Just keep moving like this Reagan.... Don't stop..” He said gently, it was the first time he had called her by her first name and hadn't referred to her simply as Tennyson as he had done numerous times in the past.

A lot had happened since Tony had kidnapped Reagan, and throughout all that he had barely had an opportunity to talk to her. In a way it was important for things to happen in the order they had.. Tony needed Reagan to experience some of what the other girls had been through. In part to understand that even she could be reduced to nothing but a common fuck toy. Tony rested his hands gently around Reagan's hips as she slowly continued to grind on his cock. Tony needed Reagan to be in a very vulnerable state when he told her about what he had in mind, and she was most vulnerable while naked, and while fucking the man that had essentially destroyed her life. His left hand slowly moved from her hip and placed itself on the back of her head as she leaned against his chest. He started to stroke her hair as he spoke. “This is going to be a lot to take in.. So just listen..” He said firmly before continuing “After what you went through yesterday I think you deserve the blunt truth... The truth is Reagan... This is always where you were meant to end up...” Tony said to her. In a way it was a blanket statement, also the kind of bullshit that most people say when talking about fate and whatnot, though Tony was about to go into specifics as he had promised her the truth with no cushioning. As Reagan kept up her gentle pace on Tony's cock, he continued “I know about the reason you started this investigation.. I know about Jessica... I know she is who you've been looking for.” That in itself would have been a huge revelation to Reagan since she hadn't told anyone about Jessica, not even Jeff. She was the one who had received the anonymous letter that had started her descent. “Faster... Move faster..” Tony commanded Reagan as he yet again continued “Mayor Walker arranged this whole thing after he found out Jessica's connection to you. Poor Jessica was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.. Shes been here for months, even if you had managed to find her shes no longer the person you knew... She wouldn't leave this life even if she could.. In time you'll be the same.... You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this, why I'm incriminating the mayor...”

Tony let his words linger as he paused for a few moments to enjoy the motions of Reagan's body, despite what she was feeling she was still obeying him... Perhaps she knew if she kept at it Tony would keep talking... If he kept talking it meant two things. One, that she wouldn't be gang raped, and two, she could actually get more information as to what was happening.. Already he had thrown more than a handful of revelations at her. Finally Tony resumed his little speech. “The truth is that it doesn't matter what you know because you'll never return to your old life... I've arranged for Jessica to return a little later today.. I want you to see the change that she has gone through.. I want you to see the change YOU will go through.. More than that I really do know ALL about you.. Your boss Jeff... Before I destroyed your phone I send him a text saying you'll be undercover for a week or two.. Even if he does start looking for you and reports a missing person, the mayor's connections at the precinct will make sure that no one is actually looking for you.. Forget that you were ever a reporter.... Even if you did manage to break away somehow... There are many MANY ways in which I can punish you... Your gang rape was recorded.. Once that is on the net it really won't matter if its legal or not, all anyone will need to do is google your name and it won't take long before they'll be able to find a marathon worth of footage of you getting raped... Thanks to one of the mayor's associates I also know everything there is to know about your parents... Roger and Connie Tennyson, who if I'm not mistaken live at... 1599 Chariot Road? How they've only very recently finished paying off the mortgage for the house that you grew up in? What do you think Reagan? Will you ever be daddy's little girl again? Think how proud he must be of you.. You don't want him seeing you raped by a bunch of gangsters do you? More than that you don't want to endanger their lives by trying to pull something do you? What happened to you yesterday is nothing compared to what will happen to you in the future, but your life is just one life.. All the people you love in life... Your parents, your boss, even your friends... To keep them safe, all you have to do is give me your life... Be a good little fuck toy for me Reagan.. You can do that can't you...” he reached down for her and gripped her by her chin again, pulling her face off of his chest as he looked into her eyes and said softly “You WILL do that... Won't you? Getting fucked for a living isn't a bad thing.. Your body was built to get fucked, even now I can FEEL your body responding to me... After all your protests, all your struggling and fighting... Your body knows the one simple truth that you don't want to admit... The reason you've been avoiding this all your life is because you like it, you want it.. Sooner or later your mind will accept what your body already knows... That you were born to be a whore... And nothing else...”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Tony did not answer her, and the next thing she felt as she cowered beneath him was his hands lifting her, and tossing her as if she were nothing upon his shoulder. Her weak legs would not have carried her weight anyway, and she simply accepted the comfort of her transport over remaining in the horror she had undergone. She had lost track of time and noticed there was no light behind the blinds as he stepped back into his suite. She flinched as the door closed behind them, and whimpered in fear when she felt herself bounce a couple times on the bed upon which he had thrown her.

"Sleep it off Tennyson..” he said. She looked down at her wrists, noticing bruises and rings around her upper arms from where she had been gripped and pinned. She rolled her wrists, sore from pressing back against the men, or having them twisted to ensure compliance as the men had enjoyed their way. Tony nodded in the direction of the next room. “The bathroom is stocked with all the feminine products you'll need. I've already set the alarm for 6am.. By 6:30 I want you cleaned, shaved, and looking like a pretty little slut.. For now.. Rest..” She simply nodded, a moment before he left, saying nothing more. The silence around her was deafening. For the first time in hours, she was alone, and safe. Her body was no longer theirs, but it didn't feel that way, as she felt disgusting, filthy, used, and something in far excess of anything that could be described as violated. As tired as she was, as exhausted as she was, and as sore as she was, there was no waiting for the girl. She got up and padded into the bathroom, where she saw that Tony had not lied. An elaborate array of products awaited her. A large basket filled with a number of fine things sat on the counter. As she fingered a small, gold trimmed box, she glanced upward toward the mirror for the first time. Her face gave way to pained staring at herself the instant she saw what she had become. She saw the abused girl that she had been and recognized nothing of herself from before. There was no getting away easily, and she only knew that she did not want to live in this world any longer. No more than a minute after she got in the shower, she leaned herself against the far wall, then slowly sank, to her knees, then collapsed to sit under the warm, cleansing spray, her body giving way to full, wracking sobs, as she realized once more just how bad her situation was. Her body stung in places she had never been even aware of in the past, and she watched as the maroon trickle of blood ran from beneath where she sat, as if her very life, slid down the drain. She remained there for what seemed like hours, and likely was, as no amount of scrubbing and soaking would cleanse away the vile experience and filth that sat in layers upon her body and in her hair. The water and tears slowly brought her back to where she wanted to survive, her mind becoming clear, and once she dried off, she collapsed on the bed, wrapping herself in the sheet that covered her, finding bliss in the darkness of sleep.

**********

"Jeremy, goddamn it," Sean said, leaning back in the chair of his office. "I told you to forget it." The bouncer stood across the room, steaming.

"You're not telling me everything you know," Jeremy said. "I just want..."

"You just want to get your dick wet in the little thing that everyone wants to get their dick wet in!" Sean shouted. "You need to listen to me. And you need to let her.....let this die." Jeremy didn't like Sean's attitude, and it mystified him because he knew that Sean was typically a decent guy. He would often protect his girls no end, and it was odd that little Megan, the girl who was perhaps the most sweet, and worthy of protection, was the one he would not.

"No, fuck you Sean. You know something that you're not telling us," Jeremy responded. "Girls have quit here before, no problem. They've left and gone to the red light, and some have left and gone to wait tables, and you never say anything. This girl won't fuck Freddie, and so you want to act like she what? Never existed?"

"She wouldn't.......yeah....it's because she upset Freddie. We can't have that around here," the manager said. Jeremy quickly caught the deceit.

"No! Fuck that. You didn't even know that until I just told you. You were surprised! So Freddie hasn't said a word to you. If it's not the city since Freddie is their guy here, this has to do with Tony doesn't it?" Sean clenched his jaw tight, irritated that the boy was too smart for his own good. He leapt from his chair and got in his bouncer's face.

"Jay," the boss said, using a nickname he used at times when he got serious. "I mean it. Do NOT get into this any deeper."

"Get into what?" Jeremy asked.

"Let it go." Sean put his hand behind the boy's neck, as he might a son. "Look," he lowered his voice. "I get it. An ass like that, some nice handfuls. Firm thighs and stomach that could pass for sixteen. I get it. Every guy in this place wanted to fuck that. I. Get. It. But she's off working somewhere else now. Just let her go," Sean concluded. "And this has nothing to do with Tony." The late additional comment didn't convince Jeremy.

"You're lying." He said, turning on his heel. "Why were the cops here looking for her today?" He asked, turning back to Sean.

"The cops?" Sean seemed legitimately surprised.

"Yeah. Asked Crystal about Megan earlier. But don't worry, she didn't tell him anything." Jeremy left the comment to linger as he closed the door. Sean wondered who had spoken with Crystal. No cop was looking for Megan, Reagan, whoever. They were controlled by the mayor. Unless it had been a fed, maybe, but that seemed unlikely. Sean wondered what to do, and whether he should call Tony or speak with Crystal. As he sat perplexed, Jeremy was thinking of just how he could track down the girl he liked, and who he suspected was in more trouble than he might even imagine.

**********

Reagan hit the alarm and stretched out, groaning in a sharp moment of pain as her body seized up, sore from the day before. She went to the restroom and did as she was told, fearing the wrath of the man who held her captive. She occupied her mind, thinking, scheming of ways that she might escape, or get word to the outside world, to her boss or her parents, as she lightly patted concealer onto her face to cover the bruises and marks from where she had been hit. Her chin quivered and she fought more tears, willing herself, commanding herself to fight down the feelings that were just beneath the surface, fearing if they came forward she could not survive. A few moments later, she was as Tony commanded, clean, bare, her typical cute self on the surface, uncertain of what was in front of her, as she stepped out of the room, wrapped again in the sheet in which she had slept.

As she stepped into the kitchen with hesitation, the scent of food immediately made her crave breakfast which until now had not been a thought. And a moment later, she noticed Tony, the chef of her nightmares. His body was on display from the waist up, and he was certainly fit, muscular, and decorated. She felt her nipples harden a bit at the thought of how attractive he would otherwise be had he not been the architect of this nightmare.

“Take that thing off and come eat” he said. She looked at the sheet around her, wondering what other option she had, then unwrapped it from herself, leaving it where it fell. She was ashamed of her body, undeserving of being naked in front of him, though she had before. She was ashamed of the bruises visible on her body, though she didn't know why vanity would matter now. She stepped quickly to the counter and sat, hoping it might give her some cover. She ate the plate in front of her with abandon, thankful it was provided at all, trying to take it in before it was taken away. The entire time, Tony said nothing, simply watching her as a lion might watch its dinner. And it was then that he slowly, but certainly pulled the towel from his hips. Reagan's eyes went immediately to his large cock, erect from the plans he had for her, and tears welled up as she tried to fight them off. When he grabbed her by the arm, she panicked.

"No....no, please," she whined, pulling back from his grip.

“Cut it out... Just relax,” his tone was stern and she closed her eyes, as if willing it all to go away. She felt herself pulled to the couch nearby, and complied, opening her thighs as he pulled her to straddle him, his hands gently but firm on her waist. She felt his cock bump against her thighs, then against her still raw slit, angry from the day before. “Relax," he said again, "I'm not going to hurt you." She closed her eyes again as the tears slowly dribbled down first one cheek then the other. "I just want a nice...gentle...fuck."

"Please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse and creaky.

"If I have to REALLY fuck you, our first fuck will seem like nothing!!” She heard him and then just nodded, an unpleasant okay. She gasped as he lifted her, then began slipping himself inside her, another cock she would endure. She winced as he tore into her dry center too slowly, almost making her wish he would simply take her in one quick motion and tear the band aid off. She leaned forward, her nipples hard, pressing them against his chest as his hand wrapped around her lower back, gently moving her body over his the way he wanted. She rose a bit as he pulled her near, then gave in a bit, her hips wriggling and her pussy growing moist, as she felt his evil kiss on her lips. She hated every bit of him, more than ever.

“Just keep moving like this Reagan, don't stop," he said. She heard her name, and it reminded her she was someone once again, that she was more than this object she was soon to become. And she did not stop. She slowly ground herself on him, back and forth, her bald slit wrapping tight around him from tip to base, one long, smooth stroke after another.

He started to stroke her hair before speaking to her again, his breath growing deep and labored from the simple exertion and attraction of fucking a beautiful woman. “This is going to be a lot to take in," he said as she fucked him. "So just listen,” she nodded, grinding him deeper into her once more. As his words continued, she let go of who she was for a moment, contemplating the world for her as he told her it would be. She began to grow wet, at the same time cursing herself for doing just that. She felt his cock run along a small ridge inside her, over and over, hitting a spot that felt amazing despite wanting nothing of the sort. “I know about the reason you started this investigation," she gasped amidst her tears. "I know about Jessica. I know she is who you've been looking for.” Her body clenched a bit, and she wondered, marveled, at just who was this man and how was it that he knew so much.

“Faster. Move faster," he said. And she did. She wanted to know more. She wanted him to keep talking. Talking was information. She was a reporter again even as her body was his. “Mayor Walker arranged this whole thing after he found out Jessica's connection to you. Poor Jessica was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.. Shes been here for months, even if you had managed to find her shes no longer the person you knew. She wouldn't leave this life even if she could. In time you'll be the same. You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this, why I'm incriminating the mayor.”

"Uh huh," she said, with a whimper as his blunt rod pressed deep, and she felt his hand ride over her hip, to the low center of her back, one of his fingers sliding down the crack of her ass, threatening to penetrate her again. She turned her head, then nipped at his ear, encouraging his story to continue, maintaining the pace with which she let herself be fucked.

“The truth is that it doesn't matter what you know because you'll never return to your old life." She backed away, her eyes meeting his, as if the look of a disappointed girlfriend more than a captive. A second more, he had pulled her back against him, and continued. She listened to the tale of Jessica, and how he had alerted Jeff of her undercover disappearance, and her heart sank at the thought that her phone was gone and for all anyone knew, she would be too. She listened to his warnings, and as she kept fucking him, she both hated him more and settled into a rhythm that satisfied her, that made her feel good in the bleakness which she faced.

"Unh....unh...unh," she gave tiny, little gasps as she rode him without pause. And it was too good to be true, as she then heard his voice in her ear mention her parents, bringing her quickly back to hell.

"What do you think Reagan? Will you ever be daddy's little girl again?" She heard him, hearing the grin in his voice. She was repulsed.

"Please don't do this," she whispered. "Just....just enjoy this," she said, fucking him more.

"Think how proud he must be of you," Tony continued.

Fuck you, she thought. Isn't it enough that you've got every part of me right now. Anything you want, and you have to do this. Fuck you.

"You don't want him seeing you raped by a bunch of gangsters do you?" Tears came to her eyes at his words. She didn't want that. Ever. And he was right that he did not want anything to happen to them. She cried more, burying her head in the space between his neck and shoulder as he warned her that she would endure more than she already had. "To keep them safe, all you have to do is give me your life." She gave a sob and a gasp, then pulled back again, tears covering her cheeks as she looked into his eyes, unaware of what else she could do at the moment. "Be a good little fuck toy for me Reagan." She nodded, giving in, fearing anything that could come next, then burying her eyes in his chest. "You can do that can't you." He lifted her chin from his chest. “You WILL do that... Won't you?" She nodded again, hating herself. Hating him. He smiled at her compliance.

"Getting fucked for a living isn't a bad thing. Your body was built to get fucked, even now I can FEEL your body responding to me." He wasn't wrong. She felt herself growing more wet than before, unbelieving that his body, his cock, battering her deeper than the others and ruining her, had this effect. "After all your protests, all your struggling and fighting...your body knows the one simple truth that you don't want to admit...the reason you've been avoiding this all your life is because you like it, you want it. Sooner or later your mind will accept what your body already knows. That you were born to be a whore. And nothing else.”

"Unnnnnhhh!!" She squealed and squirmed, her body clenching around him, every muscle in her womb and in her core, gripping then releasing, gripping then releasing as she came hard, releasing herself upon him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling her chest to him, as she slowly came down, trying to catch her breath, her heavy eyes, pulling back to look into his, knowing she had crossed a very dark line, into a very dark place, as she wondered what would happen next.

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Jeff marched into the city police station and submitted a request under the Freedom of Information Act, seeking the missing persons files for the last year. The woman up front looked at the request.

"This will take us a while," she said. "Hours."

"I'll wait," he said, taking a seat, showing he was serious. And while the woman had not lied, the documents were eventually forthcoming. He took them immediately to the office and pulled the photographs from the files. All of them looked so young, so innocent. Where were they? He wondered. Were they all involved in the same ring? Were these the girls that Reagan had been seeking to help? Were any one of them the girl Reagan had been searching for. He looked through the information sheets. It wasn't until the last one that he saw the name.

Jessica Monroe. 22 years old. Missing for months, with no trace, and hardly any information in the file. The lack of a file was suspicious. He flipped through the others and about half of them had no information, in a similar fashion. As if the police had not searched for them at all. He pulled out the photo of Jessica Monroe once again.

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Jeff marveled at how young she looked. He placed it on a print sheet, next to a picture of his star reporter.

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He poured a glass of bourbon over a single, large ice cube, then sat at his computer, weighing whether or not to do what he was about to do. A publication might help find her. And it could tip off whoever held her, putting her in greater danger. But he had to do something, and tonight, this seemed all he could do.

Truth Reporter Missing Searching for Missing Woman

Reagan Tennyson, beat reporter and subject of significant attention arising from recent articles implicating corruption and vice in various city circles, appears to be missing. Tennyson was working on a story in pursuit of another missing girl in the metropolitan area, Jessica Monroe, shown above. Tennyson had recently engaged in undercover work of an undisclosed variety, and The Truth offices have not heard from her in days. Efforts to locate her at her home and with her family have.....

"Goddamn it," Jeff groaned. Those efforts had not been done at all. This story is fucking premature. He sipped his drink, then rubbed his temple in thought. Where are you, Rae? He closed his laptop, unaware of where to look next.

 

[Evolutions]

It was the second day in a row that Reagan didn't have an article up in the newspaper. Reagan had always been a rather independent child, which essentially meant that Roger didn't exactly have an easy time keeping track of his daughter. Connie was the type of woman to worry, and as a result Roger had made sure that Reagan would call home at the very least once a week, and even though Roger didn't talk to her every week it was a relief to know that his wife had. On top of that he also knew that his daughter was alive and well since something of hers was usually printed on the paper everyday. The past few weeks especially it seemed that Reagan had been working feverishly on something big. Roger would have been lying to himself if he'd said he was happy about what Reagan was reporting on. Sex crimes, human trafficking, gangs.. Those were the kind of things that you generally watch in movies or tv shows. It had been enough of a headache when Reagan was investigating the corruption within the city's law enforcement, Roger had thought it couldn't get worse than that, yet he had been proven wrong. Roger knew better than to try and convince his daughter not to meddle in such dangerous affairs, in the end all he could do was support her. The work she was doing was important, and her work would result in the world being a better place. Roger was proud of his daughter in that regard, and hoped that her investigation would have been a quick one..

That of course was before Reagan stopped contacting him or his wife. Roger and his wife were at the last event where Reagan had won another journalism award, it had given Roger a chance to meet Reagan's boss. He seemed to be a good enough man, and being that they were both around the same age they had more than a handful of things in common. Roger had stressed just how worrying it was for him and his wife that Reagan was doing such dangerous work. Jeff had been quick to reassure both Roger and his wife that Reagan was a smart kid, talented enough to keep herself out of trouble. In the end Jeff had promised that he would keep Reagan safe, which was something that Roger had to reluctantly settle for. Roger had scanned the paper for Reagan's article on the front porch, as he usually did. When he didn't find an article by her he stepped back inside and called out to his wife “Hey Hon, you remember where I put Jeff's number?” Connie was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready as she hollered back “Jeff who?!” Roger started walking towards the kitchen as he called back to her “Jeff.. Reagan's boss”. Now that Connie knew who her husband was talking about she was quick to reply “Ooooh Jeff! Should be in your study, I'd put his card in the rollerdex months ago.”

Roger found the number quickly enough, it was Jeff's business card with his cell number in the back, up till that point Roger had never had the need to call Regan's boss. He stood at his desk as he picked up the receiver and dialed Jeff's number. The phone rang a few times before an impatient sounding Jeff answered with “Hello?” Roger replied “Hello, its Roger Tennyson, I haven't seen anything from Reagan in the paper in a few days, that and she hasn't called home in over a week, is everything alright?” Jeff muttered under his breath “Dammit..” as he had hoped he could get Reagan's situation resolved before her parents found out. He was in a rather precarious situation as he couldn't exactly tell Reagan's father that the girl was missing, and at the same time he also couldn't outright lie to the man either. For all Jeff knew Reagan was either kidnapped or even dead, neither was news that he wanted to deliver to Reagan's father. “Yeeeeah shes fine, I have her working undercover, she is supposed to get back to me later this week.” Said Jeff. It wasn't exactly the news that Roger was hoping to hear. “Undercover? Shes reporting about human trafficking and the sex trade.. What the hell do you have her mixed up in Jeff?” Roger asked, already he could picture exactly what Reagan was doing undercover... He tried to shake his mind free of the filthy thoughts as he waited for Jeff's response.

“Roger... Shes fine... Look I really am quite busy this morning... Tell ya what... If she hasn't contacted you by the end of the week let me know and I'll get on her case and make sure she calls you” Jeff said as he abruptly ended the call without waiting for Roger's response. It wasn't ideal but he had bought himself a week. As he thought about Reagan his mind once again flashed back to the missing persons article he had started to write the night before.. He wanted to get the word out that Reagan was missing. Being in the news business Jeff knew just how important those first few days can be in a missing person's case.. The only thing that was holding him back was the fact that he knew putting out that article would do more damage than good. If Reagan was still alive and he plastered the papers with her face, it could certainly put her life in more danger than it already was. Jeff had gotten some decent leads from The Lucky Rabbit, but the girl he had talked to couldn't tell him more. The whole 'I'm a cop' routine worked with her but he knew damn well he wouldn't be able to pull that off with the man who ran the place. He'd have to show credentials, something he didn't have, and if he presented himself as a reporter he knew that he'd get stonewalled quick. Jeff set down his cell and rolled his chair closer to his desk. He pulled out his pad from the previous day and started going through his notes. The name Jeremy was circled twice... Jeremy, the girl had said the bouncer's name was Jeremy.. The guy she thought had a thing or Reagan and who had stopped her from getting assaulted.. He'd be going out on a limb if he came clean to the bouncer, worse case scenario being that he'd tell the owner of the club and word would spread that someone is looking for Reagan... Yet Jeff didn't have much of a choice... The clock was ticking and he knew the boss of the strip club wouldn't be of any use... That and he had the name Tony but no face to go with it.. There was no last name, and for all he knew Tony could have just been a street name... He'd have better luck finding Elvis than he would trying to find a street thug with only a first name. The bouncer Jeremy... That would be Jeff's starting point. Jeff would have to tell him the truth in hopes that the bouncer was a decent guy, more importantly Jeff hoped that Jeremy would be able to give him SOME kind of lead that would point him in Reagan's direction before it was too late.


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Tony didn't need to do a thing once Reagan's arousal hit, and after having endured so much torment and abuse her body was quick to cling to the pleasure that was rapidly approaching. Reagan was a very passionate and energetic young woman, something that was coming out in her as she took control of the situation for the briefest of moments. Her body was determined to reach at least one orgasm, something that Tony didn't stand in the way of as Reagan used his cock. Tony's grip on Reagan had become soft and gentle as Reagan moaned out her first orgasm, and as Tony held her he could tell that it was something that she had felt throughout her body, and as she finally came down from her orgasm she pulled her head back slightly to where her eyes could meet his. He could feel the grip of her soft hand on his neck, and as she started into his eyes Tony could feel the change within her in that moment. He knew it wasn't something that would last, however in THAT moment the two were connected, and as Tony looked back into Reagan's lust filled gaze he could see that it didn't matter to Reagan who he was, or even what he had done to her, what mattered was the pleasure he had brought her.

As Tony looked into her eyes he gave her a soft smile, not a moment later he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers as his cock continued to throb inside her. He let out a low moan into her mouth, not even needing to coax her into returning the kiss as Reagan was clearly still riding the high off her orgasm. Tony's hands started to teasingly grope and massage Reagan's ass cheeks as he kept his lips pressed against hers. He kept waiting for her to break the kiss but she didn't, and again he could feel her body starting to move on its own without being prompted by him. Finally it was Tony that broke the kiss, his lips hovered in front of hers as he looked back into her eyes “Mmmmm lets see if we can make that happen again hmmm, Reagan?” Almost immediately Tony felt Reagan's body responding as she quickened her pace, fucking herself once again using his cock. Within minutes Reagan was on the verge of another orgasm, Tony would have ridden her into yet another orgasm as his cell that was left on the kitchen counter began to rang. Under normal circumstances Tony would have simply continued with what he was doing, yet with Reagan's situation he needed to keep himself updated on information as quick as it came. Tony looked into the girl's eyes and as his hands moved away from her firm young ass cheeks and onto her hips “Hold that thought!” He said to her, and without any additional warning he lifted her up, withdrawing his cock from her in the process as he sat her back down on the sofa next to him almost as if she were his child.

Tony rose to his feet, his cock still erect with attention as he stood in front of Reagan for a moment before making his way around the sofa and towards the kitchen counter. Just as he reached his cell it stopped ringing. The missed call was from the Mayor. “I'm sure he can wait a few minute” Tony said to himself as he walked back around to the sofa. Reagan was a vision in her own right, especially when naked, however she looked even more enticing when she was in a state of arousal. It was obvious that Reagan was no virgin, however she was also someone who had very little sexual experience with men. He was sure that she had to have enjoyed sex in the past, as most young people do, yet he was certain that she'd never been with a partner with whom she had really explored her sexuality. That lack of experience was also something that Tony would use against her.

For a moment he just stared at her, and as Reagan looked back at him it was one of the few times where she hadn't tried to hide herself from him. The two really could have been lovers given each of their body language. “Lean back on the sofa, open your legs a little and put your heels on the edge of the seat” Tony said to her firmly. As she did this Tony held out his phone in front of her. In her old life something like that might have been a big deal as she was a successful as well as a somewhat known reporter, and a lewd photo might be something that would have impacted her career, however that was before Reagan's gang rape which had all been captured on film. That and Reagan had to have known that she didn't have much of a choice around Tony. Once Reagan had positioned herself in the position he had asked, Tony snapped a quick photo with a grin he added “Now that would be quite a photo for the front page of your paper hmm?” Said Tony as he looked at the captured image.. In the image Reagan was looking at the lens with a look of sheer lust. No one who looked at the image would have guessed that Reagan was being held hostage against her will. “I need to return a call” Tony said to her abruptly as he walked out of the living area and into the privacy of the master bedroom. He shut the door behind him as he dialed back the mayor. “Calling direct? This must be important” Tony said as the Mayor answered. “I watched the video.. Looks like you definitely knocked her down a few notches.. But the reason I'm calling... How long before shes taking customers?” Walker asked.

Tony let out a low laugh “Got the fever for that piece of ass already huh? I don't think she'll be making a fuss about single clients if its a choice between that and being gang raped again. Shes strong though.. I can put her to work but it'll be a while before I can take out of the pit. Can't afford to have her make a run for it.” Said Tony. “Right.. Right. So.. If I made a trip out there.. You'd be able to accommodate me for a few hours?” Responded Walker. The Mayor was someone who was a VERY cautious man, and while the two had been doing business together for a while, the two very rarely talked directly. It was usually through the aide, that and the Mayor NEVER made a trip out to the pit.. The video of Reagan getting gang raped really must have set something off within him if he was willing to drive out all the way to the pit to have some one on one time with her. It was a risk for sure, not just for Walker but for Tony as well, yet again for the time being it was in Tony's best interest to keep the Mayor happy. “Yeah.. I can swing that.. I have a few guest rooms for special clients that drop by for.. Sensitive.. Product” Which was pretty much a delicate way for Tony to say that there were some well off men who came to the pit specifically to rape women. Tony added “When did you want this little appointment with Tennyson?” Walker responded “I've already canceled all of my obligations for today.. I can be there within the hour.” Finally Tony said “Your aide knows which building, I'll have a man meet you at the entrance and direct you to the room. Take as long as you want with her” Said Tony as he hung up, more or less pimping out Reagan without even her knowing it.

Tony's next phone call was to Lester, letting him know that they had a VIP coming within the hour and to have one of the rooms set up asap. Tony had wanted to finish what he'd started with Reagan however there wasn't that much time.. That and Reagan wasn't going anywhere, he could just as easily pick up where they left off a little later that night. He walked out of the bedroom, walking past the sofa that Reagan was on. His erect cock bobbed up and down as he walked behind the kitchen counter and picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist again. He returned to the sofa, the towel being enough of an indication that for the time being their little 'fun' was over. “Tennyson” Tony said in a firm tone, the playfulness and tenderness from earlier had disappeared altogether as he continued “You need to shower and clean yourself up.. There is some lingerie in the guestroom. I'm sure there is something in your size.. Put on something appetizing, Mayor Walker is coming down for a few hours and its YOUR job to keep him entertained. Right now its in your best interest to not put up a fight. You're going to be here for a while, and you're going to be doing this for a while. If you can't handle it, I can very easily throw you to the wolves and have you gang raped over, and over and over again until you break completely” Tony concluded. Giving her two very VERY bleak options. To either play the whore for the mayor or be gang raped repeatedly for days on end. Tony looked at the time on his phone as he said to Reagan “He'll be here within the hour, when you're read Lester will take you to the playroom.” After which he left the apartment, leaving Reagan on her own, as one way or the other she'd be getting fucked. Either she'd do it willingly in some sexy lingerie, or she'd be dragged kicking and screaming.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The girl stepped out of the shower, her delicate feet dripping water on the mat that had been laid out for her. She was anxious for the night ahead, knowing now what had been planned for her. She ran the white, fluffy towel over her firm body, the cool air bringing a chill over every inch that was newly dry. Moments later, she wrapped the towel beneath her arms, covering herself before stepping before the mirror where she looked herself up and then down.

I wonder if it will be horrible, she thought. I wonder if he is going to hurt me. She opened the cabinets beneath the sink and there she found a brush, hair dryer, and an assorted array of products available for her to use as she decided she might need. She plugged the dryer into the socket, and stood in a bit of a daze as the hot air blew across her head, the rush of its noise and the air it spat drowning out, for a moment, all of her fears and the outside world surrounding her. She applied the brush to her long locks, slowly, carefully making them bounce and curl around, framing her angelic face in a way that made her look far younger than even she was, cute but sexy, sexy but cute, a perfect blend of youth and appeal that had gotten her in many ways into the very place she found herself. As her hair fell into place, she sat aside the hair dryer, then opened a drawer nearby, where she grabbed a small pencil, a tube of mauve lipstick, and a tiny compact with coloring that would make her look a bit more tan and a bit more pink than naturally appeared on her face at the moment. She attributed her pale pallor to her anxiety, even fear, as she began to apply it across her cheeks, forehead, then bridge of her nose, the tiny glitter specks sparkling across her cheeks, just below her eyes. She wondered if she looked like a stripper. She wondered if the man she would be with later would even care. Leaning forward toward the mirror, she applied a smoky eye just beneath her brow and around the edge of her eyes, then withdrew the pencil again, darkening her lashes into a sharp contrast that made her both sultry and sinister. She stepped back and looked at herself once more, before applying the deep red lipstick and smacking her lips just enough to smooth out the color and texture that would soon press against the man she would service later.

Reagan turned around and opened a walk in closet, and stepped inside. She took a short, emerald green dress from a rack of clothes, and held it up to look at it before putting it on. She sat it aside for a moment, then grabbed a tiny yellow thong, stepping into it and pulling it up, gently over her thighs before discarding her towel and turning to take a look at her ass in the nearby mirror.

He's gonna like this, she thought, unbelieving how brazen she was feeling in this moment. The pulled a matching, strapless bra around her chest, then draped herself in the dress she chose, taking yet another look at herself in the mirror before slipping her feet into a rather elegant pair of charcoal silver heels that made her look much taller and elongated than her diminutive stature really was.

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Stepping from the bathroom, she looked at herself again. Her body was tight, she looked good even if her stomach was queasy and she was uncertain as to her next move. She was unsure of what the night would hold and unsure that she was up for it, but she knew she had to do it. She knew there would be no choice, perhaps no mercy. She did not hide her own fear from herself, and she had never been so afraid. But ready she was. At least, she was ready as she could be. She hoped it wouldn't hurt, but feared it would be more painful than anything she had done before. She didn't know why, only that she did.

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Reagan stood in the bathroom unsure of what to do now. She looked around and noticed the sparse conditions, and began to braid her hair. Perhaps it would turn him off. Or perhaps it would turn him on so much he would finish quickly. She couldn't say. She had no clue. She only wanted it to go away. She wanted it all to go away. As she turned her long locks into a messy half crown braid, she felt a tear slip down her cheek as she thought back to the time she was the girl in the green dress, the only other time she had been perhaps as afraid as she was now.

That girl had been sixteen, her first time on the homecoming court, of which she would be named queen two years later. Then a sophomore in high school, she had taken to working as a hostess at a nearby steak restaurant, where she had become captivated by Cory Beel, an assistant manager that sometimes worked with her on nights and weekends. An "established" older man, worldly at the age of 21, he had convinced her that he could get her the shifts where tips would be large, supervision would be lax, and she could quickly pick up shifts as a waitress and earn even more money, which she often coveted to spend at the mall on weekends with her friends Chely and Tina. But soon Cory became protective, some might have said possessive, seeking to make sure she was on shift each night he worked, offering her rides home from work, and suggesting she owed him for the schedules he gave her and the opportunities he provided. At sixteen, her naiveté led her astray.

Late in the summertime, the restaurant had held a staff pool party at the manager's home. And somewhere in the night, Reagan had shared a kiss with none other than the guy she thought she looked up to for guidance. She had only been a girl who wanted a part time chance, but hormones took over, as they could do, and she began to have feelings that were not what she thought they were. And the moment had passed as fast as it had come. Thereafter, the two flirted. Sometimes, Cory would push too far, before she truly understood what a boundary was. A squeeze here, a tickle there as they passed in the hall. She even tolerated the occasional smack on her ass, her body growing warm as she felt herself blush, grinning at him as he continued past her, unable, and unwilling, to tell him not to. And each tiny event drew them closer, even if things remained arms length, their connection unsaid.

As school began, Reagan received word she was nominated to the homecoming court. She requested off work two weeks ahead, so that she could appear at the game on Friday night and do her job, looking pretty on behalf of the Sophomore class. Honored and flattered, excited by her first year in high school, her thrill was tamped down when Cory refused. Broken hearted and upset, Reagan could not hide her disappointment, nor could she know it was part of his dirty game.

"Tell you what," Cory told her. "I'll let you off. But you spend homecoming with me." He sidled against her in the manager's hutch, his arm coiling like a serpent around her hip and over her lower back, her stomach pressed into his. His message was very clear, his intentions perhaps not so much until days later, when he informed her he had purchased condoms. "For our date," he had said. "I mean....if you still want a day off," he reminded her. She simply nodded, a virgin afraid of the cost of living her life. And it was that fear that she had felt, the girl in the green dress, staring in the mirror, wondering just what she would feel and just how much trouble she was in, that night so many years ago.

Now, as she stood in a mirror reflecting a similar situation, her mind raced, looking for any way out. Then, she held her fear, saying nothing, worrying the entire time, unable to enjoy, now barely able to remember, her name being called as she stepped to the stage on the fifty yard line, arm in arm with the starting tailback, number thirty-seven, Max Kent, who handed her roses before they stood and watched the rest of the court. She recalled Cory finding her, there on the sidelines, as she stepped out of the convertible that had carried her around the track surrounding the field, him eager to begin his evening. She recalled giving an excuse, putting him off. There were things the homecoming court had to do. They had to take pictures. They had to stay and be present until the end of the game. And while they didn't, she had no other story to tell. And Cory would wait.

At the end of the game, there he was again. "Ready to go?" He asked, a predator, having found her isolated and away from any crowd. Before she could answer, he reminded her of her situation. "Deal's a deal," he said. "Unless you don't want to work anymore." Her shoulders dipped and she felt lost, alone, and helpless. In hindsight, those feelings were not hard for a sixteen year old to suffer. Very little would trigger such things. And for that reason, she knew very little how much trouble she was in. She just nodded, and followed him to his truck. Moments later, she found herself pushed back, her seat reclined as far as it could go, Cory's hands sliding over her thighs, her dress being pushed up, the yellow thong slowly being revealed. He had spent too long kissing her, leaving marks on her neck, marking to the world that she was owned. She felt his hands grip the hip strings of her thong, and the wolf above her seemed to salivate as he told her just what he had planned.

"I can't wait to open you up, little girl," he said, his knees bracing between her own. When he did, her hands pressed beneath her dress, gripping her panties in an effort to keep them on, a final determination to turn back away from the path she had gone down.

"No, wait!" She said.

"Oh no, baby. Too late now," Cory Beel, her assistant manager at work, told her. "We're doing this." She screamed. As Cory Beel reared back, pants unzipped, his hand poised to come down and strike her pretty face, leaving damage untold, the door to his truck flew open, bathing them both in light from the overhead panel.

"You're not doing anything," the voice said, causing Reagan's heart to leap and her sobs to begin, as she was safe, and now able to release all her fear as the man atop her was pulled from the truck and thrown violently to the ground. "You motherfucker, you stay away from her. If I even think you are coming around Reagan you will not exist." Reagan pulled her dress down, embarrassed at what her rescuer might have seen, sad that he had to be here in the first place, and scared of what he might do to her as well. Cory Beel nodded, scrambled on all fours to the other side of the truck and tried to crawl back in to get away. The man who now held the girl in the green dress, brushed her hair away, as she apologized over and over, promising never to do anything like this again.

"It's okay, baby," the man said. "Shhhhhh. It's okay." Her sobs fell against his chest, and in that moment she vowed to respect herself, to respect him, and to never let either of them find themselves in this position ever again. Now, years later, she stood in the bathroom, scared as she was so many years before, and she noticed the dress she had chosen for this night. It was emerald green, a similar cut to that when she was sixteen. There had been others in the closet - Tony had left her an assortment to choose from. All were beautiful. Some perhaps more than this one. But she saw the green one and immediately knew she could choose no other. Green had been her lucky color years ago. Perhaps it was superstition, but perhaps it meant her savior would ride in once more, to again pull her from a nightmare she never imagined would be hers to endure. She thought for a moment and then softly repeated the words she had said to that man back then, the homecoming court beauty rescued from the grips of a bad, bad man.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

 

[Evolutions]

Jeff had assured Roger that his daughter was safe, and that one way or another he'd make sure that Reagan would call home by the end of the week, and yet Roger had a sinking feeling in his gut that he simply couldn't shake. It wasn't a feeling that he'd gotten often, especially in regards to Reagan, however if it was one thing that Roger knew, it was to trust his instincts especially when Reagan was concerned. His mind flashed back to one of those particular occasions. Reagan was 16 at the time, the memory itself was filled with both good and bad emotions for Roger. Roger and his wife had always been very conscious in how they'd raised Reagan. While they came from a middle class family, it was important for them to teach Reagan what it meant to be responsible, as well as the value behind earning something after working hard for it. That was the main reason behind Roger insisting that Reagan get a part time job once she got her learners. The deal was that she'd work and save up enough till it was half way towards the car that they had picked out. Roger and his wife would pay for half while Reagan would have paid for the other half. While Reagan hadn't exactly been happy about the prospect at first, it wasn't a situation where she'd put up a lot of fight, especially since it meant she'd be getting a car when all was said and done.

The restaurant itself wasn't too far from where they lived, it was a family owned business that had been in town for generations, that and Reagan didn't really seem to mind. It actually looked as if being a part of the work force suited her. That and it was also somewhat of a relief to Roger as it meant his daughter had to juggle school, cheerleading, as well a part time job, which essentially meant she'd have less time for boys. While Roger saw Reagan as his little girl he also knew that he also knew that she'd have to grow up sooner or later, and even though she was dating Roger hoped that Reagan had enough sense to be smart, and that the guidance that he and his wife had given Reagan would ensure that she wouldn't end up as a teen mom.

The job seemed to suit Reagan, and everything was going fine until a few weeks before homecoming. The change in her was very subtle, and being the intelligent girl she was Reagan had tried to keep up appearances. However when it came to his daughter Roger was one of those dads that paid attention. He knew what Reagan was like when people were watching, and he also knew how to catch her when she thought she was alone. He'd tried talking to her however he had guessed forehand that she'd deflect. That and it wasn't like Roger had something solid to go on, it was just instinct. On top of that Roger and his wife had raised Reagan to be a strong young woman, at least that had been the goal anyway. As a result Reagan was the kind of girl who tried to solve her own problems as opposed to running to mommy and daddy for help at the first sign of trouble.

Eventually the night of the homecoming had arrived and on a whim... Or perhaps it wasn't on a whim, as Roger made a trip to the restaurant that Reagan was working at. He figured on the way back he'd drop by at the game just to make sure Reagan was alright. It was at the restaurant that Roger heard some of the staff talking. Even at sixteen Reagan as a knockout, more than most girls that age, something that Roger had actively tried to ignore as Reagan just happened to be HIS daughter. Of course it wasn't what they were saying about his daughter that disturbed him as Rogers own friends had made comments about Reagan on an occasion or two. No, what bothered Roger was what they were saying about the manager Corey and how he had confided in them about a little deal he had struck with Reagan that would get Corey something that the guys at the Restaurant had been dreaming about ever since Reagan had started working there. As they were talking amongst themselves they even said how Corey had said he'd try to snap a few photos on his phone for their viewing pleasure. It was more than enough information that Roger needed as he got back on the road.

By the time Roger got to the lot the game had already ended, and as Roger parked and got out he just hoped that they hadn't left.. If they'd left the lot they literally could have been anywhere, and worst of all Reagan wasn't answering her phone, which wasn't a good sign at all. He could feel the anger within him rising with each frantic step as he passed vehicle by vehicle until he came across Corey's pickup. Her voice was buried within the surrounding noise however to Roger his daughter's voice was very distinct, especially when it was frantically protesting "No, wait!" Roger turned in the direction of the voice, hoping that he wasn't too late. Roger yanked back the passenger door and from the looks of it he hadn't gotten there a second too soon as he caught Cory's hand by the wrist just as it was in motion to strike his daughter “You're not doing anything” Roger said in a slow and deliberate tone as his grip on Cory's wrist tightened. He reached into the pickup and with his other hand he grabbed Cory by his collar. It didn't take much effort at all to drag the 21 year old out and knock him on his ass. Roger had always been a fit man for his age though it had been some time since he'd been in a physical altercation. His heart raced as he growled out “You motherfucker, you stay away from her. If I even think you are coming around Reagan you will not exist.” In that moment Roger wanted to do a hell of a lot more to Cory however his main concern was Reagan. He turned to his daughter before she could compose herself. Her dress was still hiked up all the way up to her waist, the thong had been pulled down half way, not enough to expose her pussy but enough to show him that her mound was completely hairless.

A split second later Reagan's hands came flying down along with her dress, it was enough to snap Roger out of his perverse thought as Reagan jumped out and leaped into his arms. Immediately Roger's arms wrapped around his daughter as he said to her soothing “It's okay, baby. Shhhhh... It's going to be okay” as he heard her muffled sobs against his chest. Roger was so caught up in his daughter's emotions that his mind had barely registered Cory scampering back to his pickup and driving off. “I'm sorry Daddy” she said between sobs. Roger simply held her close. Roger knew he couldn't simply forget about what had happened. It was a close call however the experience would have no doubt changed Reagan, just as it had changed Roger. A conversation between the two would need to be had, however they could do that later, as all Roger did in that moment was hold his daughter in his arms and repeat to hear that it was going to be okay, that she was safe.

The experience had taught Roger a few things, the most important being to trust his instincts when it came to his daughter. There was a reason for Roger's trip down memory lane, it was due to the fact that he was once again starting to feel that something was wrong.. Roger however had no way of knowing just how much danger Reagan was really in, the nightmares she had endured, as well as what was to come for his dear daughter...





While Tony had his share of high profile clients visit the pit, up till that point Mayor Walker had not been one of those clients. Though it was a bit of a stretch to say that Walker was one of Tony's clients since the two had a more mutual business understanding that had benefits that went both ways. Walker was content that Reagan wasn't going anywhere, and given what he knew about Tony, Walker was confident that Reagan would be nothing more than a street walker in the near future. While Walker had all the time in the world to taste the fruits that Reagan's body had to offer, the video that Tony had sent over of Reagan's gang rape had spurred something in him. Which was the reason behind him making the trip to a neighborhood that was notorious for gang activities.

His aide had made all the arrangements on his end which essentially meant that the Mayor was driven in an unmarked vehicle without his usual entourage. Tony had assured Walker that everything would be in order by the time he arrived, that Reagan would be good to go and that he could spend the entirety of the day with her or until he was completely satisfied. As the vehicle came to a stop, Lester was waiting for him in front of the complex. The Mayor informed his driver that he could be a while and to return to the office until he called. “Miiister Walker! Please.. Everything is ready, the girl is a knockout if I do say so myself” Said Lester. Lester had been the one who had put on all the final touches, and once it was time it was Lester who had gotten Reagan from Tony's apartment to the play room where Reagan lay waiting. Walker had never met Lester before but he recognized the voice, it was the same voice as the cameraman from the video of Reagan's gang rape. “Where's Tony at?” Walker asked as he was led into the complex. “He is seeing about Jessica” Replied Lester. “Oh right right.. I forgot about that girl.. Guess she can finally come out of hiding now that her job of luring Reagan is over. I'd love to get both those girls in a room..” Walker said as his mind began to reminisce about all the possibilities. Lester smirked, adding “That can be arranged in the near future, Sir.”

The interior of the complex seemed just as rundown as the exterior, however Tony had assured him over the phone that certain rooms had been renovated to meet the requirements of Tony's more premium clients. Given the shoddy interior Walker wasn't going to hold his breath. The elevator was small and cramped however it wasn't long before Walker was led do the door behind which Reagan was waiting. “Can I have your phone please Mr. Walker?” Asked Lester. “I'm sorry?” Walker replied. Lester cleared his throat “It.. Isn't usually an issue, but Reagan isn't like the other girls just yet, and wit that girl especially we've been very careful about outside communication.” The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, and it wasn't until Lester pointed it out that Walker realized what a danger his phone could have been. Especially if Reagan had managed to sneak off with it. “Yeah.. Good call.. Alright.. So... Any other rules?” Walker asked curiously as he pulled out his iphone from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it over. “No sir. Tony tells me you've seen the video.. So... If she gets out of line... You know what to do” replied Lester with a slight laugh as he turned and made his way back to the elevator.

Without much delay Walker opened the door and stepped inside, and upon entering he couldn't believe that the interior was actually very well kept. It was as if he had stepped into another world. As beautiful as the room was however it most likely didn't hold a torch to the young woman that lay within. He kicked the door shut behind him as he walked deeper into the empty room. He began to loosen his tie as he walked towards the only other room in the apartment. The door itself was open and as he stepped into the bedroom he saw Reagan who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked amazing... After seeing the video of her rape, Walker wasn't sure what shape he'd find Reagan in, and yet as she sat there it was almost as if she was an innocent young flower. Gone were the dark rings around her eyes, and her tangled hair. Everything seemed to be in perfect place, and while he had fantasized about her for some time, it took Walker a moment to realize that she really was his for the taking. A girl that had started an investigation that could have had him end up behind bars, and yet he had outsmarted her.. Shown her that at the end of the day she was nothing but a whore.

His eyes glanced over her body, and as he stood there he could feel the tightness in his pants. The erection that was forming would have no doubt been visible to Reagan since Walker wasn't exactly trying to hide it. Walker didn't say anything as he resumed taking off his tie. He pulled it out from around his neck and let it fall to the floor. His jacket was the next thing to come off and hit the floor. Walker was relatively attractive for a man of his age, although he was also a man who liked to indulge in certain aspects of life, as a result he had a slight belly that showed his glutenous side. In terms of a couple Reagan and Walker would definitely be a huge miss match, however Reagan wasn't exactly a match for the men he had seen rape her. Walker was fully aware that by the time Tony was done with her Reagan would be working the streets, hell he might even make her one of his regulars.. Of course that was something to think about way down the line..

On the drive over Walker had thought about just what he would do with Reagan... The idea that seemed the most fun was to toy with her first.. Make her realize not only how hopeless her situation was, that not only was he responsible for her current predicament, but that he would eventually rape her over and over again. That of course was before Walker had actually laid his eyes on her, and while Reagan didn't say anything as she sat there, it wasn't exactly hard to decipher the look of fear and disgust in her eyes. The situation she was in was obviously clear to her, it was something that Tony must have pointed out to her. After all if she hadn't been forced into submission to some extent, chances were that she wouldn't have dolled herself up the way she had. Walker finished unbuttoning his shirt however didn't actually take it off. He walked over to the bed to the point where he was standing right in front of her. His hands moved to his waist as he undid his leather belt. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. His hands hastily fumbled at the waist as he pulled down his pants as well as his briefs down to his mid thighs. His fully erect fat cock sprang up and hovered right in front of Reagan's lips.

He reached down and held the back of Regan's head as he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. It was clear that she wasn't exactly thrilled with what she was having to do, and while he felt some resistance at first it didn't take long before she opened her mouth and gave his head entrance. Very gently he started to move his hips back and forth, and as he felt her actively starting to suck he released the back of her head. “Godddamn Tennyson.. You do pick things up quick don't you?” Walker said to her as he tried to keep his voice composed. He stood over her as his fingers approvingly brushed through her hair. Both Walker and Reagan were aware of one another. Reagan had made it onto Walker's radar when she'd made her big precinct bust, and in turn Reagan had mentioned Walker in a few of her articles. It was quite a victory for Walker to be able to walk into a room, not only meet Reagan for the first time but have the satisfaction of her opening her mouth for his cock in that very same meeting.

Walker was a man who saw women differently than most people, for him it was more that women only had a few purposes, and being a nuisance wasn't one of them. It didn't matter to Walker that ultimately he was the one who was behind Reagan's life being forever damaged, and while he was never particularly cruel with women, Reagan had proved herself to be a headache, and as a result Walker saw her as somewhat of an exception. He'd only let the blow job go on for a few minutes before he pulled back, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. He reached down and pressed his palm against her chest and pushed her onto her back. He slapped her thighs open as her dress flew back, revealing her yellow thong. Once again he couldn't help but just stare at her, and while Reagan had been in a similar situation in the past wearing something very similar, the outcome this particular time would be vastly different. Her father would not be barging in to save her at the last minute.. He had failed to do so the first night where Tony had raped her, just as he had failed to do so the numerous times it had happened after that.

He reached down and without a thought his index finger curled around the crotch of her thong and pulled it to the side. “I really didn't want to start off like this... But goddamn.. The way you look.. The way you dressed.. You really do know how to get a guy going don't you?” He moved closer between her legs as he spoke, the head of his wet cock pressed against her crotch. There wasn't much ceremony as he grabbed the shaft of his cock with one hand, as the other held her down by her stomach. Within moments his cock was buried within Reagan. His hips started to thrust against her as his instincts took over, and a man like Walker wasn't one to treat his women like a delicate flower. He reached up and grabbed her strapless dress and bra by her chest, it was effortless for him to yank both down to reveal her breasts. “Come on Tennyson.. Play with those beautiful tits.. Help me finish!” Walker groaned as his thrusts got harder and harder. His hands gripped her hips, giving him a better stance to thrust into her with more force.

What had helped was the fact that Reagan was aroused when Walker had thrust himself into her, a fact that Walker hadn't overlooked, however for that moment the only thing he was concerned about was cumming. “Fuck.. I'm close... Just.. A little.. Fucking.. Longer!” He groaned as his fingers started to practically dig into her skin. He was in her barely a few minutes before he came. The moment he finished he fell forward and collapsed on top of her, essentially crushing her with his weight for a minute before he pulled himself upright again. His cock was still inside her and still semi erect. Even if Reagan hadn't liked what they'd just done, it had still happened regardless and for Walker it gave him a certain sense of comfort around her.

Finally he pulled back from her and as he did his cock withdrew from her. He looked down at her with a smile as he took off his shirt. He moved off the mattress and got on his feet as he finished taking off the rest of his clothes. “Goddamn Tennyson.. Don't give me that look... If there's one thing I know its women.. And YOUR cunt was like a goddamn river” scoffed Walker as he made his way across the room to the minibar and pulled out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. He looked over his shoulder to Reagan and said casually “Lose the clothes, we still have a few hours to burn” letting her know that their little exchange was far from over. Walker's orgasm seemed to have bought her some time, at least until he was ready for round two. Walker made his way back to the bed with a glass in each hand “So.. Exactly how many of those... Videos has Tony made so far?” Walker said with a grin as he held out a glass for her. Even though Reagan was very occupied while the video was filmed, she had to have been aware of it, at least in Walker's mind anyway, and with what he'd just said it was enough to tell Reagan that Tony and his gang had at least shared the footage of her assault with Walker.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

As Reagan finished cleaning up and getting ready, she hated herself with being complicit in her own assault. But the feel of the water, the smell of the shampoo, the hiding of bruises beneath makeup, and being able to fix her hair was the closest thing she could have to normal, and it gave her a focus on something other than the evil things she had to, and no doubt still would, experience. And moments after she had tied her dress in the back and stepped from the bathroom, the filthy henchman opened the door and the evening began.

"Time to go little girl," Lester said. Her stomach turned. That's what she was to these men, no more than a little girl - small, pretty, and completely at their mercy, without a will of her own. No doubt many of the men she had been with, or would be with, had horrible thoughts or fantasies of girls much younger than her. Perhaps they were in their families, or simply young girls in college or high school with their children, or simply the daughters of friends for whom they lusted. And now, in this building, she came to embody the opportunity for each of them to have what they wanted, which was to control and command those girls, each on the business end of their rigid cocks. And it was for those girls that Reagan was being sacrificed, and she knew there was no place for her to go. Tears came to her eyes as she nodded, but refused to move. She would be damned if she volunteered further for the humiliation and pain. Without hesitation, Lester grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard and jerking her in the direction of the hallway outside.

"I said, let's go!" He barked, pulling her with a jerk that pulled her feet from the ground a second before she stumbled after him. And within the few moments it took to be dragged to a room, she was there awaiting what she could only imagine. She stepped a few steps back as Lester slammed the door on his way out, and she sat on the firm, uncomfortably hard bed. She knew why she was there, and she knew what the bed was for. She gave herself a smirky grin at the thought that it was, at least, not the bottom of an empty cement pool. She was moving up in this ugly, new world. A long thirty minutes later, the door to the other room opened closed, and then, in a brief, swift step, the Mayor of the city came in the bedroom where she waited. He paused a moment as his eyes ran from her head to her feet, dangling just off the bed and just off the floor. Reagan felt a shiver up her back from the lower part of her core, at her spine, just over her hips, as if her body began already to feel what she was about to feel. Mayor Walker stepped closer to where she was, and she shied away.

"You don't have to do this," she thought, as if he might hear the voice inside, knowing anything she said would be useless. The mayor merely devoured her with his eyes, as he removed his jacket, casting it to the floor. Reagan noticed he was heavier, certainly, than most any guy she had been with. She found him disgusting on so many levels. She clenched her jaw, anxious about what was about to go down.

She then watched as Walker finished unbuttoning his shirt, then stood over her, with it merely resting on his shoulders. Tears continued to wet her eyes as the moment that she would be his grew more near. He moved closer, then stood before her. After a pause to take her in with his eyes, he began undoing his belt, followed by his slacks. A second later, his cock stood hard and ready, only inches from her face. It was in this moment that she again became sickened, and tears fell from her eyes. I don't want this, she thought, screaming in her own head. A second later, she jerked her head back against his hand, where he began to grip the back of her head. After a second, she realized she had no sanctuary, and she opened her mouth for the large man before her, who promptly filled the void with his length. As he did, she thought perhaps she could get him off quickly and spare herself further horror, and she began to suck his cock in earnest, lightly at first, then harder, deeper with steady, slurping motions as she allowed him to thrust in and out of her lips.

“Godddamn Tennyson," Walker said. "You do pick things up quick don't you?” She cringed and thought about biting his cock. She felt his hands in her hair, worried he would soon become rough, anticipating it would come. As she tasted the musky dick in her mouth, she felt embarrassed and defeated, knowing the man she had sought to take down had brought her to her lowest point through his connections and graft, and here she was, now at his total mercy. No sooner had the thought pressed across her mind, the mayor pulled his cock from her mouth and suddenly pushed her square in the chest against the bed. As she raised her head to look at him tower over her and step toward her, she felt the sharp, crackling sting of his palm across the inside of her firm, athletic thigh. She squealed a bit and held her legs open, turning her eyes high over her head, as if to escape what was happening, if only with her soul. She waited, anxiously, as he took her in from above, and she enjoyed the silent moment she was untouched and at peace while being seconds from hell.

Her body jolted as she felt his finger slip beneath the gusset of her panties and reveal her to his world, exploring her for the first time. She imagined the rush of power and lust he felt, having a nemesis on her back and open to his every need and desire.

“I really didn't want to start off like this... But goddamn.. The way you look.. The way you dressed.. You really do know how to get a guy going don't you?” She ignored his words and simply closed her eyes as he stepped near. She flinched again as his tip pressed against her slit. Her breath caught when she felt his hand on her stomach. She had always, in the past, enjoyed when her lovers pressed down on her like he was. Her mind always clicked on, knowing that in that moment, the men she loved was soon, imminent even, in his effort to take her. She especially enjoyed it with the few who liked taking her rough. It was a last, gentle feeling, just before she began to take the abusive passion they would give. Her mind raced with confusion as her body responded to the illicit, sexy feeling that had been trained in her mind and body, even though she felt repulsed at the same time. She gave a loud moan, revealing more pleasure than she truly was feeling, as he buried himself into her womb. He started rocking her body with strong, steady thrusts, and within seconds, she felt her breasts exposed to the room. Grunting as she lay there, getting fucked, she let him talk about her breasts and give her instruction as he started to pound harder and harder.

"Help me finish!” Walker groaned. She noticeably rolled her eyes, risking his wrath. His cum was the last thing she wanted as she felt his strong hands grip her hard just over her hips and onto her waist. He started fucking her harder and harder, now filling the room with the powerful slamming of his body into hers.

“Fuck.. I'm close... Just.. A little.. Fucking.. Longer!” He groaned. She winced from the pain from his grip on her body. She tensed a bit, her legs going straight out in disgust as he grunted a few more times and planted his thick, viscous load deep in her tiny body, joining the other men in her ruin since she had befallen to Tony. Mayor Walker collapsed atop her, and she pressed her hands against his chest, pressing him away, but unable to press him far.

He pulled from her body with a slurping sound as his still large cock peeled itself from her slippery grip. She stared in silent horror as he removed more of his clothes, worried now that there would be more. The mayor did not appear ready to have tasted her wares and leave her be.

“Goddamn Tennyson," he grunted as he tried to catch his breath. Tennyson, she thought. There it is again....just an object.

"Don't give me that look," the mayor continued. "If there's one thing I know its women, and YOUR cunt was like a goddamn river.” She blushed, unable to deny that her body had reacted as it had, preparing and entertaining the man as he raped her. She continued to say nothing, afraid, unable to make words, instead watching him as he walked to the bar nearby and poured some drinks. She saw him as he turned over his shoulder.

"Lose the clothes, we still have a few hours to burn.” She turned away from him and began to sob in earnest, though quietly. She wanted her mother, or her father. She wanted to be home in her apartment, writing a puff piece on the pleasures of the city parks and playgrounds. She wanted a simple date with a guy she liked, talking over a snow cone at the AAA baseball game on a Thursday night. She made no move to remove her clothes, unable and unwilling yet to give in to her captors. It was the only sense of self she still had. She felt him sticky between her thighs as she sat up while he approached her once more. “So, exactly how many of those...videos has Tony made so far?” Walker said, offering her a glass with a yellow alcohol filled to the brim. She remembered vaguely a tripod in the pool room when she had first been fed to the animals who had owned her at Tony's demand. She shrugged, not giving away the fact that this was the first she had really realized that a video had actually been made, one of her, getting filled and drilled by any number of men. She wondered what Tony had done with it, or why it was taken. She had no doubt it could be sold, but that would set off a storm of media coverage. But she knew that, at least, Walker had seen it. She doubted Tony wanted a manhunt for her. She took the glass and downed it quickly, her face twisting into a sneer as she coughed and gagged. Scotch had never been her drink. It nipped at every hair and nerve of her body, and it bucked her up a bit, the searing liquid burning her throat. She would not let this despicable person ingratiate himself to her, not with alcohol, or with any threat that he knew of some video which she had no control over creating or making. She slowly offered the glass back to him and gave him the first words she would offer in response to any of his taunts.

"Fuck you."

**********​

Jeff opened the small, brown package on his desk. The mail had included it, though it had no return address or attention line. It found his desk because of the unusual handwritten lettering and the stenciled snake along the fold on the back. He pulled from within the package a tiny flash drive before firing up his computer and installing it to the USB port. After a sputtering moment when the media player fired up, there appeared a somewhat grainy video of a girl, the back of her thighs, hips, and ass visible over the arch of her lower back. A man sawed back and forth as he fucked her, very hard, from behind, then pulled her hair hard, arching her back more just before a filthy looking man stepped in front of her, slapping her, then a second and third time, before laughing as he shoved his cock in her mouth. From the angle of the video, he could not make out the girl's features. He could not tell who it was.

"Reagan?" he whispered aloud, then grabbed the paper featuring the information requests featuring Reagan and Jessica Monroe. He thought the girl in the video could be either of the girls in the information file. It almost certainly had to be one of them. With no return address, and no information further, the video shut off after only two minutes. The girl clearly appeared in pain throughout, and the men around her numbered at least seven or eight, but the voices on the audio suggested it could have been more. Without time to waste, he set about preparing an article for the following day. He had no idea about the content yet, but the headline was decided.

"Tennyson Missing, Feared Abducted."

 

[Evolutions]

Walker was under no illusion as to what had transpired, after all it was he who had engineered the whole thing, even if it had been done from a distance. So when Walker returned to the bed with the glasses of scotch in each hand it wasn't a surprise to see that Reagan was in tears. While she was hardly a blubbering mess of tears, it was still enough to where she couldn't hide the fact that she'd been crying. She was clearly in need of some help and in that moment the only courage she was going to find anytime soon was what was in the glass he was holding. She took the glass from his hand and downed it in a single motion. No sooner had she emptied the glass did she cough and scrunch up her face similar to the way a child would have done who had no experience with alcohol, it was actually a rather cute site, at least from where Walker was standing anyway. He let out a slight chuckle as he watched Reagan's reaction. As she held out the glass he gently pried it from her fingers as Reagan gave a rather all too defiant “Fuck you” as a response.

Walker stood there for a moment as he downed his own glass in a similar fashion to Reagan, however scotch was something that went down rather smooth for him. He walked back to the bar and sat down the empty glasses as he slowly returned back to where Reagan was sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl had spirit that was for sure. There she was, helpless in every way that mattered. She'd been raped by countless men in the past few days, not to mention she was forced to have sex with the man who was standing before her. No one knew where she was, and even if they decided to 'off' her, there was a very likely chance that not only would her body never be found, but that those responsible would never see justice. KNOWING all that Reagan chose to be defiant.

There were a few options that Walker had, the easiest of which was to rough up Reagan and force her to do his bidding, after all he had seen it in the video that had been delivered to him and he'd be lying to himself if he'd said he wasn't aroused by the way he saw her getting treated. At the same time Walker knew there was plenty of that in Reagan's future, and the way she'd responded was a result of the anger and defeat she must have been feeling. He stood over her for a moment, his semi erect cock hovering in front of her, her scent still coating his cock as Reagan tried to hold back her tears. He sat down beside her, and as he did he very gently unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it down to her waist. He reached around the back once again and unclasped her strapless bra, removing it carefully as if he were unwrapping an expensive present. The fact that she was now sitting next to him topless after being raped caused the tears in her eyes to freshen. Walker ignored her reaction momentarily as he yanked on the dress further to where it was down to her mid thighs, finally he pulled past her knees and let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving Reagan in her yellow thong that was still pulled to the side. Between the time he'd fucked her and the time she'd pulled herself to the edge of the bed, a small portion of what he had emptied within her had started to ooze out.

“Goddamn kid.. You're getting me hard again” Walker groaned as he grabbed her by her wrist and placed her palm over his cock, which made Reagan physically shudder. She remained motionless on her own, as such Walker carefully wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft. “As much as you might hate doing things.. I'm sure you'd hate it a hell of a lot more if I roughed you up.. I don't want to.. But I'll do it, and just like the men from the video, I KNOW I'll enjoy it just as much..” Walker sad in a whisper. It was obviously a threat, but one that Walker could very easily act on. Given the way Tony had let her be treated by the other gang members, it wouldn't be a stretch if Walker was also given permission to mistreat her however he wanted. It was soon after that Reagan's hand very slowly began to move, stroking his cock gently, if not reluctantly. Walker let out a soft sight “Good girl” Once again talking to her as if she were an obedient child.


“Tennyson Missing, Feared Abducted.” Was the headline that Jeff kept staring at as he sat at his desk. The article itself was easy enough to write given he knew that Reagan was in real danger, however what he WASN'T looking forward to was calling up her father. Jeff knew there was simply no way around it, and since Roger was an avid reader of The Truth thanks to Reagan, chances were it wouldn't take long before he read the article and realize that Reagan was unaccounted for. The last thing Jeff needed was for Roger to drive out to the city and raise hell at the office, which was exactly what the man would do. Jeff might not have been close with Roger Tennyson, but he had met him enough time and had learned about him enough through Reagan to know exactly how he would react to the news of his daughter missing. Of course Reagan's father wasn't the only tough situation that Jeff would have to deal with. There was the task of actually alerting the authorities about Reagan's disappearance. Granted the corrupted elements within the police department had supposedly been rooted out after Reagan's expose, that still didn't change the fact that Reagan was known, and most likely not in high favor of the current police department despite them being corrupt or not.

There was another possibility that Jeff had to consider, which was that the men involved in Reagan's disappearance were involved with law enforcement, and last of all was the concern that publicizing Reagan's disappearance would actively put Reagan's life in more danger than it already was.. It was a tough situation for Jeff to be in, yet a situation he couldn't avoid. He had a few leads of his own of course but they weren't exactly concrete. First... He'd call Roger, followed by the police department, after which he'd finalize the article about Reagan and make sure it was the headline for he next day.

Jeff let out a heavy sigh as he picked up the phone and dialed Roger's number. “Hello?” Roger said on the other end. Jeff cleared his throat “Evening Mr. Tennyson, its Jeff from the Truth.” Roger responded “Jeff.. Right.. So whats the word on Reagan? She still undercover?” Roger asked. It was the lie that Jeff had told Roger the last time the man had called asking for his daughter. At that time Jeff had asked Roger to give him a week's time in which he'd hoped to track down Reagan. Barely a few days had passed however and for Jeff the situation was much bleaker than he had anticipated. “Roger... Are you sitting down?” asked Jeff. They were words that Roger had heard a few times in the past, none of which had followed with good news. Roger gripped the phone handle tighter in his grip as he said in a low, almost deliberate growl “You tell me where my daughter is RIGHT now goddammit!” There was no real way to soften the blow as Jeff went right out and said it “Reagan is missing. You know how the kid can get when shes after something.. I wouldn't be calling you if it wasn't serious. I'm not going to tell you how to react, but you have to understand that right now our top priority has to be getting her back. Shes involved in something big and every second counts.”

For a moment Roger felt as if his entire world was falling apart. It was the same fear he had felt after Reagan's story about the police precinct had come out. He couldn't believe how goddamn reckless she had been. After finding out Roger had been the first to yell at her about how that kind of corruption runs far deeper than most would imagine, that even though she had thought everything was neatly wrapped up, it wouldn't stop someone from putting a bullet in her head. Despite his warnings Reagan had been adamant about knowing what she was doing. Telling him over and over again how she was doing the right thing, that some evils had to be exposed no matter what the cost. Truth be told it wasn't an argument that Roger could argue with, after all it was HIM who had instilled Reagan with such ideals, and at the same time he didn't want HIS daughter to be the end cost. Now... Now as he stood there in his home office it seemed that his worst fears had come true. “I FUCKING KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!? You goddamn remember what you promised me?!?! You'd take care of her, you'd protect her? I TOLD you this would happen after that goddamn precinct article. You shouldn't have allowed it to be published. Now you've fucked my daughter. GODDAMIT JEFF!” Roger was yelling so loud that Jeff's phone could barely handle the decibels, some words sounding like static hisses. “I'm going to find her.. You have my word. I'll update you as soon as I have something.” Jeff said. “GODDAMIT.. Your word means next to nothing to me right now. You can shove your updates up your ass Jeff. I'm driving over right now Jeff. You fucking hearing me? You don't leave that goddamn office. I should have never trusted you with Reagan. I'm sure as hell not making that mistake twice. When I get there you're going to tell me EVERY GOD DAMNED thing you know, after that I will find my daughter!” Roger yelled through the phone, slamming the phone before Jeff could give any kind of response.

“That went really well” Jeff muttered to himself after Roger had hung up. There was still the issue of that video clip that had been sent to him in that package.. Reagan was an attractive young woman, and while even Jeff's mind had fantasized about her on an odd occasion here and there, it was all fantasy. He had never seen an intimate side of Reagan, and since the clips had deliberately not shown the entire face of the girl being fucked, it was hard to tell if it was Reagan or the missing girl Jessica. The video had been sent to specifically intimate Jeff. Jeff couldn't definitively prove who the girl was in the clip, and even if he could there was no real evidence of the girl being forced to do anything against her will. It was the very same reason that Jeff couldn't show the clip to the authorities. Jeff himself had analyzed the clip a few times since his first viewing. As far as he could tell there were no definitive marks on the girl that gave a definitive answer to her identity. Worst of all he knew that he'd have to show Reagan's father the clip. Jeff wasn't sure which outcome would be better, if Roger could confirm that the girl was indeed Reagan, or even if he could tell it wasn't Reagan, the fact that Jeff was showing him a clip like that would tell him the kind of danger his daughter was in.. The kind of danger that Jeff himself had put her in, though not entirely by his own fault...


Tony was in his apartment when he'd gotten the call that Jessica would be arriving shortly. It had been some time since he'd had the pleasure of Jessica's company, and with Reagan on the case it was pretty much a necessity to temporarily have the girl sent away. Jessica herself had a lot of value, not just in the terms of her looks and how much money she could earn, but also because of the relationship she had with Reagan. While Reagan's training was just beginning to so speak, Jessica had been through it all quite some time ago. In reality the girl was completely broken, and completely loyal to Tony. Jessica was a girl that no longer needed a leash, and in a way she was free to come and go as she pleased. No matter how far she strayed she would always return. Tony had won a major victory with acquiring Reagan, the war however was far from won. Tony's men had done a good job of securing everything Reagan was working on from her apartment, however he still had no idea how much her editor knew, and while he had started the process of breaking and training Reagan, it would be some time before the girl would tell him the honest truth about what she'd told her boss.. As such he'd have to keep Jessica close. Having her back did have its advantages.. He was sure he could use her with Reagan's training.

Tony made his day down the building, waiting by the side of the road as the limo pulled up merely a few moments later. The driver got out, walked around the limo and opened the back door. No sooner had he opened the door did a glowing young woman jump out. She was wearing a plain blue summer dress that fit loosely on her slim figure, accompanied only by a pair of sandals. Her skin usually pale skin was tanned as if she'd spent a lot of time in the sun. Of course that was no surprise since the girl had been on a yacht for almost the entirety of the time she was gone.

She looked up at him with big bright eyes and a wide smile as she rushed towards him, leaping into the air just a few feet away as Tony held out his arms and caught the young woman in his arms. He held the embrace for a few moments before he very gently lowered the girl onto her feet. Her arms firmly around him as she raised herself onto her tiptoes so she could press her lips against his. Tony moaned into her lips, as one arm was wrapped firmly around her waist while the other moved down her back, cupping her firm ass cheek, in the process realizing that the dress was the only thing Jessica was wearing. Jessica's body reacted almost instantly not only to Tony's kiss but the way his hand gripped her ass cheek. Finally as the kiss broke Jessica lowered herself down to her feet as she looked up at Tony “I missed you so so so so soooooo much!” She said excitedly in a similar tone to that of a child returning and meeting a parent after a long trip away from home.

Tony let out a hearty laugh as he also unwrapped his arms from around her “I missed you too... You AND that cute little ass of yours!” Jessica let out a light hearted laugh as if Tony had complimented her. “Aww, you're so sweet boss” replied Jessica as she turned to get the luggage that had been unloaded by the driver. Tony was quick to add “Leave it.. I'll have someone bring up your stuff. Lose the dress and lets go. Lets hear about your little vacation, after that we have some serious things to talk about” as he turned and started to walk back towards the building. “Um... Sure boss” said Jessica as she unzipped the back of her dressed and stepped out of it without so much as a thought, the cold gust of wind that brushed past her sent a shiver up her spine but she shook it off just as quickly and quickly paced behind Tony till she caught up with him. The yacht had stayed at sea the entire time. She went on to tell Tony about how she was waited on hand and foot the entire time. There was a crew of 20+ men on the yacht, however the only man she had to please was the Saudi prince. His tastes were rather vanilla compared to some of the things Jessica had endured in her past. During the last week however the prince had handed Jessica over to the crew until they made port. In that last week Jessica had gotten almost no rest as she was servicing the crew of the yacht day and night, awake or unconscious. Men taking her and using her at their own discretion. It was the kind of story that would make a girl like Reagan quiver in fear, and while Reagan had started to go through some of that on her own, for the most part she had no idea about what Jessica had truly endured. Jessica however wasn't phased in the least as she gave Tony every dirty and perverted detail as if she were reading out loud from a restaurant menu.

Jessica's retelling of her story didn't take long at all, ending almost by the time they reached the front door of Tony's apartment. Jessica usually didn't stay with him, just like with most of the girls that worked for him, they had their own room. However while Reagan was in training it would be Jessica's job to pitch in and help out. Tony figured that he would call the Saudi prince sometime within the week to make sure he was happy with the service he had received, after all men like that paid very well and Tony made sure that his premium clients always got their money's worth. Tony walked Jessica into the apartment, his mind momentarily wondering just what kind of reaction she'd have once she finds out her friend is going through the same fate as her. Before Tony had made any moves to entrap Reagan it was Jessica who had given him a lot of dirt about her former close friend, and while Reagan might not have known it, Jessica was also to blame for what had become of her. To blame for the fact that at that vary moment Reagan was about to be assaulted AGAIN by the mayor.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

No sooner had she said the words, she regretted doing so. The Mayor simply took her glass, and walked it along with his own out of harm's way, an act of discarding something unneeded to get to his business at hand. He approached her directly, and she noticed his cock unwavering in it's excitement, beginning to stir before her. She imagined that he imagined any number of horrible things he still wanted to do with her. He stood before her, leaving her eyes to wander up to his, and away from his torture tool of choice. After a moment, he sat beside her, and delicately unwrapped her, his eyes taking in every new thing his actions revealed. It was then that he mentioned what she had already known.

“Goddamn kid.. You're getting me hard again,” he said, gripping her wrist.

Kid? she thought, with a shiver. He enjoyed young girls. She wondered how many he had violated. And she wondered just how young they had been. She thought only a split second about all the missing teens and college girls that tended to vanish in any city of comparable size, and yet she wondered to what degree, if any, the Mayor, of all people, played any role. She felt her hand press against his cock once more. For his girth and disgust, he was adequate. As her hand pressed into him, hesitant to take him in any sort of grip, she noted that had he been a man she was with under favorable circumstances, she might have thought it to be nice size for her to enjoy. But enjoying anything now was not likely. She wondered if she would find any joy again in her remaining days. She wondered if she had any remaining days. She wiped the tears from her eyes and reminded herself to be tough, that she could still survive anything, so long as she was alive. She did little to assist in her own violation, and she had no doubt that doing so prompted Walker's next line of instruction, as he reached down to force her hand around his erection.

“As much as you might hate doing things, I'm sure you'd hate it a hell of a lot more if I roughed you up." She turned her face toward him as she simply held his cock in her hand, listening intently, her breath getting faster out of fear. "I don't want to," he continued. "But I'll do it, and just like the men from the video, I KNOW I'll enjoy it just as much.” Reagan felt tears well into her eyes again. The choice she had been presented was her personal hell. Her mind raced through the possibilities. Neither was good. She could play with him, let him enjoy her, let him use her, fuck him as she might any boy she had ever fucked, get him to cum over and over - in her, on her - and she could hate herself for giving in to such an evil man's demands for her. Or she could be made to do those things and hurt for a week. Walker was larger than she was. He was stronger. He was housed in a building held and fortified by his allies, his protectors, and his enablers. His co-conspirators. And it had been they who had already hurt her so much, in so many ways. She felt the dull ache in her muscles that still lingered from the countless times she had been raped in recent days. She did not want things to escalate, or injure or kill her. She began stroking Walker with a firm, advancing pace, as she rolled her eyes a bit, hoping he did not see her, as she looked away.

"Good girl," he said. Reagan turned her face back toward him and forced a cute, if strained smile, as if in gratitude for his praise and as if pleased that she could be of service to his need for sex. She felt Walker's hand slide over her hip, then her back, then low to her hip again, before it trailed up to her stomach and landed on her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipple between them. She knew a hand job would not be an end place for him, and for that she made her choice, and pulled away her hand.

"Tennyson," he said sharply, as if to soon discipline her.

"Hold on," she said, in a defeated tone, and not with any defiance. She lied back on the bed, hooked her fingers into her panties, and peeled them down her legs and off her feet. She then rolled onto her stomach, her ass within his reach, and leaned over his large stomach and took his cock in her mouth. She immediately began sucking on him, and bobbing her lips up and down his shaft. She thought back to a time one of her boyfriends took it upon himself, frustrated with her technique, to show her the proper way she needed to suck his cock. She hid a smirk from Walker as she thought the lesson might now, actually, pay off for something other than a mouth full of sperm, which had always previously been the case. Now, it might prolong or even save her life. She squeaked and jerked slightly when she felt the man's hand run over her ass, his fingers brushing lightly into the crevice that would taper low toward her thighs and her pussy on the other side of her torso.

"Good girl," Walker said, over and over. "You're such a good girl."

Fuck you, she thought to herself, having no desire to be his "good girl." You're lucky I don't bite your cock off. No sooner had the thought occurred to her than she felt his hand run over her spine and into her hair, gripping a bit as he began to thrust his hips up and into her throat.

"Mmmphhgggck!" She choked and gagged, when Walker forced her down and thrust his cock deep in her throat. She pulled off momentarily, to wipe more tears that had formed in her eyes, before diving onto him once more, filling her mouth. He tasted awful, and he tasted like her, all at the same time. She tried to think of anything else before she gagged at the thought, but was stopped by him pulling her head off of him by her hair.

SMACK!! Her body jolted again as his hand struck hard on the crease where her ass met her thigh. She made no sound, only taking it with the physical motion that showed she had felt the sting and did not approve.

"On your knees, little one," he said. She wanted to ask if she could just suck him off, and wasn't he enjoying it, but he had already stood up and turned to face the bed, ready for whatever he had in mind. She simply did as he said, rotating her body, and raising to her knees and elbows. She felt his hands on her waist suddenly grip her and pull her closer to the edge of the bed, and it was then that she felt him easily impale her once more.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap!!!!!

The sound of his hips against her ass filled the room immediately and Walker spared no time fucking her full speed as soon as he entered her body. Reagan endured his cock fucking her at his pace, though she did reach one hand back along her side to grip his wrist at her waist, digging her nails firmly into his flesh, as he was doing with her. It was the tiniest, violent protest she could make between the moans and whimpers that he was forcing from her as he fucked her in every angle he wanted.

"Put your hands on the bed!" He said, firmly. His other hand reached up and tugged her hair hard. "I said put your hands on the bed." SMACK!!! He slapped her waist causing her to grunt, but also causing her to release her grip and do as he said. Both hands stretched out before her, the sheets in her fists, as she pushed back against him, taking him as deep as he could go.

"Unnnh! Unh! Unh! Unh!!!" The girl cried with each battering thrust, ducking her head to the sheets as well. Compliant, doing anything he wanted, acting as if consenting to his abuse when she was not, merely hoping to survive, Reagan let her mind wander and roam out of her body, where she felt as if she could look down upon herself. She saw a pretty, young girl, dying inside before soon dying out, taking the most awful abuse she had ever known. Her reporter instinct took over and it was as if she found peace as the pain faded away and the situation became merely a fact she would observe. For the next thirty minutes she marveled at what she experienced. Walker was reaching around, his hand palming her small breasts. He slid one hand down and ran it along her slit where he pounded away. Now he was bringing it forward and feeding herself to her, his finger lingering in her mouth as he fucked her still. Now he was slapping her side, then her ass. She, for detached reasons, didn't feel any of it, but merely observed. The mayor flipped her onto her back and climbed over her. The girl beneath him opened her mouth and he began slowly fucking her there. Now he was sliding back down between her thighs, where he raised her legs and put them on his shoulder. She wondered what he would do next, the girl pinned under him now only a shell of the girl she had been. The girl under him now gone and merely observing as much as participating. The story could be a fascinating one. She wondered how she was going to write it. She wondered if she could use names, or even why she couldn't use names. She was there, she participated in the news story this time. She could be both source and......

"Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!" Reagan screamed as she returned to her senses, her body feeling every single inch the Mayor was now attempting, as she now lay on her stomach with her legs wide apart, to impale into her ass. The pain felt sharp and excruciating, and she again pushed an arm behind her, digging her palm and nails into his stomach, trying to push him off. "No! NoNoNoNoNoNoNOOO! She pushed harder and so did he. Then, she felt the arm bend and twist, the torque he put on it beneath his own frame causing a sharp and acute pain. He threatened to break her arm. She did not know what she had done. She thought she had been cooperating, but she also had barely been present. Perhaps not.

"Take it!" She heard Walker say. "Take all of it, you little whore." She felt another tiny bit slip inside her, and she felt her body open up with a pain she had not felt yet with the mayor. He paused only a moment, then slammed his hips into her, filling her. She felt something give way and wondered if he had torn something inside. She collapsed into the bed, her face and chest now resting face down, and she felt one of his hands find her waist in a hard grip, while the other found her hair in a tighter grip also. She began to sob, loudly, as a child might sob, from pain, from humiliation, from fear, as Walker began fucking her to punish, to frighten, to make the point that he, and not her, would forever be in charge.

 

[Evolutions]

Walker's sexual history was vast, which was to say that Reagan was far from the first girl he had violated. Walker had been an abuser of power for quite some time, the use of women was merely one of his dark vices. Of course it had also been some time since Walker had a young woman as gorgeous as Reagan. While Walker loved to make women do what he wanted, much like the somewhat consensual sexual exchange they had shared, what really got him going was FORCING said woman to do what he wanted. Reagan had fallen into a pattern of simply letting Walker have his way with her, and while a girl like Reagan would be a great fuck even if she just lay there thanks to her firm young body, Walker wanted to hear her scream, he wanted her IN the moment and not outside of it. He wanted her to experience some of the anguish she'd caused him while investigating him and his associates. Of course most of that had been done so unknowingly as Walker was usually good at covering his tracks, though even back then Walker knew if Reagan continued to pull on the thread, the seam would come undone, and ultimately expose Walker himself.

Walker had been enjoying Reagan's body for over an hour and a half, and all those instances paled in comparison to what he was experiencing in that moment. His fat cock was buried balls deep within Reagan's tight ass as he held her in place. At first her face was buried in the bed sheet, however Walker was quick to jerk on her hair and turning her head to the side as he wanted to hear her screams, and see her tears. For a few moments Walker held the position, the fingers on his left hand digging into the girl's slender hip as the full length of his cock throbbed inside her ass. Out of all the positions he had forcefully contorted her body into, having him buried in her ass as he held her down was certainly the worst. Even though he was completely buried inside her Walker continued to thrust against her. Reagan's mouth flew open, yet instead of a scream she just gasped blankly. Like a fish out of water she huffed in agony each time Walker pushed against her. Not only could he feel her muscles around his cock twitching and clenching, he could feel her ass cheeks doing the exact same thing. Again, Reagan was hardly the first woman he had assaulted in such a manner, and as a result it wasn't the first time he'd experienced the pleasure that his victim's body had inadvertently provided.

Walker continued to thrust at her in that manner for the next few minutes, by which time a small pool of saliva had soaked into the bed sheet and mattress right under her mouth. “Fuck... Tennyson.. You keep working your ass like that... And I'll cum any second” groaned Walker. It was at that point that Walker jerked her hair, pulling her head up from the bed sheet as it arched back. Walker pulled out a few inches and the scream that Reagan let out was accompanied by a forceful thrust that drove his cock back into her. His body started to move back and forth, the rhythm similar to the pace he'd kept when he was on top of her earlier and fucking her ferociously. His body was showing all the usual signs that he was about to cum, if Reagan was able to focus on it enough through the pain, she might even have had a moment of relief knowing that it would soon be over.

“Come on girl.. Almost.. I'm almost there.. Give me... A nice... Big.. SCREAM!” Walker jerked her hair back once again, his thrusting motion came to a sharp stop as he plunged forward one last time. Reagan's agonizing scream accompanied Walker's orgasm as he shot a thick fat load deep into her ass. The muscles in his arms flexed causing him to pull even tighter onto Reagan's hair as wave after wave of his thick seed continued to violate her. Walker blankly let out a few more thrusts into her for good measure before he released her hair, causing her head to fall flat against the mattress like a deflated basketball, not enough life for even a single bounce. The pleasure Walker felt was far too good to let expire after only a few short minutes of fucking, which was exactly why Walker knew that not only could he cum but sustain his erection, a little fact that Reagan might not have registered just yet.

Walker also released Reagan's hip as he leaned forward, his roomy stomach resting against her back as his head came to hover over the back of her head. He leaned lower, almost pressing Reagan's body into the mattress as he whispered into her ear “You're never gonna cum again without remembering what it felt like to have my cock buried deep in your ass.” His warm breath washed over her ear and cheek as he exhaled. His inhale took in the scent of Reagan's sweat, tears, and most potent of all her shame. He went on to say “I'm sure you've fucked a boy or two in your time, but you're about to feel what its like to fuck a REAL man. Real men don't just cum once, roll over and go to sleep... No baby... Real men fuck a girl like the world is going to end, and after they cum... That is when the REAL fucking starts..” His tongue ran up her cheek, licking up a fresh stream of tears, his lips pressed against the corner of her eye, giving her a gentle kiss as he whispered again “Feel how fucking hard I am Tennyson? Now that I'm all warmed up I'm going to teach you what it REALLY feels like to get that ass fucked!” implying that the worst was yet to come.

It was a moment later that a horrified scream rang throughout the floor. Lester had pulled up a chair outside the room and while he had heard Reagan's various screams within the past hour or so, those had paled in comparison to the agony and terror he'd heard in that moment. It was so horrifying that for a moment Lester wondered if he should check in on Reagan, though the thought quickly perished and was replaced by another that wished not only could he have been in the room, but to record whatever it was that was happening. After all Lester was the one who had been behind the camera when Reagan had been gang raped the day before, and while she'd begged, cried, and screamed, those sounds were vastly different. Lester was almost impressed that a single man could get THAT kind of reaction out of a girl. Lester knew that he'd have to fuck her at least once after Walker was done with her and before he returned her back to the boss.



Roger had almost broken every traffic law known to man as he raced into town and over to The Glowing Truth building. It was early in the evening, and while office hours were over Roger knew that Jeff was still there. The security gave him no trouble as it seemed that Jeff had filled them in on the fact that he'd be arriving. He didn't even have to show ID as he was escorted into the building. Roger had been to Jeff's office a few times in the past, and while Roger was getting on in terms of years his memory was as sharp as ever. He took the elevator to the top floor and easily navigated through the ghost like halls until he made it to the glass door that read 'Editor in Chief' Given Roger's expression Jeff knew that there was no time for small talk, and as Roger sat down Jeff began to fill in the man about what had been happening for the past few weeks. From the pitch that Reagan had first made about the story, all the way up to the cryptic video clip he had received earlier that afternoon.

There were a few moments of silence after Jeff's rather elaborate sum up. Roger blankly stared forward as he tried to comprehend everything he'd been told. Of course Jeff himself only knew so much about what had actually happened, however he knew more than enough to make a father worry about his daughter that was presently feared missing. Roger wasn't sure how to proceed. His instincts told him to get the authorities involved, as every moment that went by seemed to be a moment that nothing was being done, and yet Roger was familiar with the law, which meant he knew enough to understand that legally Reagan wasn't missing. Jeff would have to disclose the last message he had gotten from Reagan, which had said that she was planning to go deep undercover for a few weeks. Both Jeff and Roger knew Reagan well enough to know that she'd never do anything like that, however the law wouldn't see things the same way without proof. Roger also wasn't sure about the article that Jeff planned to publish the next day. If she really was involved in something serious, an article like that could very easily put her life in even more danger.

Finally Roger broke the silence with “Show me the video..” Jeff sighed as he opened his laptop, responding with “You sure you want to see this? I've looked it over a few times now and I can't tell if its Reagan.. The voice... Could be any woman Reagan's age.” Roger stood up and walked around the desk, hovering over the shoulder of Jeff's chair as he leaned forward “Lets just get this over with..” said Roger. The clip began, showing a woman on her hands and knees, a pair of hairy thighs in front of her, blocking her face but thrusting in that direction, leaving no illusions as to what was happening. The camera panned out slightly then zoomed in towards the girl's rear that showed a dark man, either Mexican or African American, his hands planted firmly on the girl's hips as he violently thrust back and forth. It was clear that the clip was part of a longer video, and clearly that particular segment had been chosen because the girl's face wasn't being shown. The video itself was on a loop and it wasn't until the second play through that Roger said abruptly “Stop it right there! Go back.. Go back a second!” Jeff did as he was instructed. The cameraman was moving and the camera was in transition and happened to be pointed at the girl's waist. It was small, a birth mark that looked like a tiny blemish, usually it wasn't even visible unless the lighting was just right...

In that moment Roger came to the very blatant realization that he was watching his own daughter getting raped. “Goddammit that's her!” Roger said under his breath, though still loud enough for Jeff to hear. “What? How can you be sure?” asked Jeff as he leaned closer towards the screen, squinting his eyes to try and pick up on whatever detail he had apparently missed. Roger reached over and slammed the laptop shut, not wanting to see the repulsive image any longer. “We need to find my girl, and we need to find her... NOW” said Roger with a low growl. Jeff closed his eyes as he rubbed his temple “Look... Even if it is her, even if you can somehow prove its her.. Think about it.. We can't make any kind of move using the tape. All it shows is her engaging in sex. You and I know what is going on, but I doubt anyone else watching would be able to tell that the girl was being use against her will... The authorities won't move on something that looks like a clip from some hardcore porno..” Said Jeff.

Roger walked back around the desk though he didn't sit down. He was already getting worked up, his heart racing within his chest as he rested his left hand against the desk for some support. “So you don't wanna go to the cops.. What.. We bury the video and do what, sit on our asses while you play with your damn newspaper?” Said Roger, getting more and more irate by the minute. “This is some heavy shit Roger.. We can't just-” Roger cut off Jeff with “Yeah.. No fucking shit... And why is she in some heavy shit Jeff? How the FUCK could you let things spin THIS much out of control” it wasn't until Roger slammed his fist against the surface of the wooden desk that he realized his voice was actually shouting. Jeff tried to be as calm as possible, especially since being a man in his position he was used to being treated with respect, for the life of him he couldn't remember the last time someone had talked to him like that. Worst of all as much as he might have wanted to snap back at Roger, he knew full well that Roger was very much justified in how he felt.. More than that Jeff knew that in part he was responsible for what happened to Reagan, though even he couldn't begin to fathom what kind of hell the girl was being put through in that moment.

“I know this is my fault. You want to hold me accountable, that's fine, I'll take full responsibility when the time comes, but that isn't going to do either of us any good right now, nor is it going to save Reagan. Right now we need a game plan.. I know you're too stubborn to sit this one out.. But you gotta know.. These guys aren't fucking around.. There's no guarantee we're going to find her, and even if we do... This might not be something we all walk away from alive..” Said Jeff.. It was a bleak analysis, though given the circumstances and what they were facing it seemed accurate. Roger pulled his fist off of the table, the blood rushed back which caused a slight stinging pain as he wobbled his hand to alleviate the pain. The man didn't seem phased as he responded coldly “I think its you who doesn't understand Jeff.. Whoever did this to my daughter.. They're the ones that aren't walking away from this...” The words were very ominous to say the least, and Jeff himself wasn't quite sure how he felt about what Roger was implying. Sadly none of that would matter if Reagan wasn't found, which would have to be the priority that Jeff would force himself to focus on. “Fine.... But lets just find Reagan first.. I've written up an article that will be the headline in tomorrow's paper.. Its going to get the ball rolling” Said Jeff as he opened up his laptop to show Reagan's father the full length of the article.. The article that would in effect tell the world that Reagan Tennyson was feared missing... The article that would also mention The Lucky Rabbit by name....

 

[CarnivalBarker]

She felt Walker erupt deep within her, filling her as so many men had done in recent days and his long, deep thrusts slowed, though they touched her as deep as before. Her scream turned into sobs beneath the larger man's grip, and it wasn't until he released her that she fell in a heap beneath him, his cock still buried deep within her small frame. She felt his weight press against her, pushing her hard into the mattress as his large stomach rested on her, heavy, making it difficult for her to breathe.

“You're never gonna cum again without remembering what it felt like to have my cock buried deep in your ass,” she heard him growl in her ear, prompting nor response, but to allow the tears, already flowing, to run down her cheeks, smearing the sheets beneath her. She listened to him, unimpressed by his warning that she would soon be his once more, only hoping in this moment to survive the very next, uncertain that she would. She flinched when she felt him lick her cheeks, goosebumps blasting across her back and shoulders at the idea of how depraved he was to so enjoy her torture. She winced as he kissed her cheek, and indeed felt his cock still hard inside her as he threatened her again.

“Feel how fucking hard I am Tennyson?" He said, prompting her to groan in despair and try to crawl from him, unable to slip his hold. "Now that I'm all warmed up I'm going to teach you what it REALLY feels like to get that ass fucked!” She growled and groaned, giving another effort to pull away before he impaled her once more. She gave a scream she did not know she had in her, then did so again, as the man kneeling behind her, inside her, attempted to provide a lesson in retribution rather than simply use her for his pleasure. Each thrust felt like it would rip her apart. Each hard shove into her deepest place caused her to see stars, the pain running up her spine and down her legs. She wondered how much more she would endure. She began to pray for an end to all things, suspecting there would be no good end anyway. For the first time, in earnest, she pressed her cheek to the bed and just let him go, her sobs catching slightly in her throat, unable to scream more after a while, believing now that her life would soon be over, hoping it would be soon, perhaps, as she passed out. Her last thought as she drifted to a safe, protective, sleep, was that Walker would use her however he wanted, and that she may simply not awake. She wondered if the dim light and wrinkled sight of the bedsheets was the last vision she would see.

*****

"You see today's paper?" Claire asked as she wiped down the bar, preparing to open for the lunch shift.

"I don't read that shit," Jeremy said, dropping several cases of beer on the ground at his feet, before beginning to load the cooler. Claire reached to the far side of the bar and grabbed the paper that had been left there by Sean a few moments before, and tossed it in front of Jeremy. He looked, then dropped anything he was doing as his eyes grew wide.

"That's Megan," he said.

"No, that's Reagan Tennyson," Claire responded. "And we had better keep our mouths shut." She gave a long pause as he continued to read the story, knowing that people he knew were responsible for this, and also suspecting the girl he was so fond of was in trouble, perhaps grave trouble. He remembered vividly the other girl in the picture, Jessica. She had, at one time, been a crowd favorite at the Rabbit. Fresh-faced, pretty, and carrying an athletic build that so many of the customers had so much interest in, she suddenly stopped coming to work, though it was explained up front that she had asked for a higher paying gig and sought work from Tony. He knew good and well that wasn't the case with Megan....or Reagan. The girl he knew had openly and adamantly resisted any of the elements in the establishment to enjoy her cash and prizes, and there was no way now that her disappearance could be anything other than foul play. The trade the club was in was in sex. And there was no way that Tony's fingerprints weren't on her disappearance, given recent events. And if he was involved, then Jeremy dare not think of where Reagan was right now, and he dare not think of disrupting what was likely going on. The sex trade was much like the mafia, to his knowledge, except far more lucrative and often way more deadly. And it would not be in his interest to intervene. Be smart and let her go, a voice deep inside said to him. But he promptly shouted it down and carried the paper in a huff toward the manager's office.

"Don't be stupid, Jer," Claire said, as if he already had, when he turned and gave her a look that alone said "back off." A moment later he pushed the manager's door open and he found Sean, counting cash for registers.

"What are you doing?!" He asked at Jeremy's abrupt entrance.

"What's going on Sean?" Jeremy demanded, holding up the paper. "Did you let this happen?!"

"Calm down," Sean said, immediately. "And close the door." Jeremy closed the door, but hardly found any calm within.

"Calm down!?" He said, tossing the paper at his manager. "Is she dead?!"

"I said calm down," Sean said, with a bit more force. "Calm down and get your nose out of places it shouldn't be." Jeremy stepped forward into very close proximity with Sean. His breath was heavy in astonishment and concern, but more so in anger.

"If she's been hurt," he began. "If anyone has touched her.....then it's on you."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sean said. "I didn't do shit. I tried to protect her all this time! Don't come in here whining to me because little miss Woodward and Bernstein didn't give you any part of her deep throat." Jeremy felt his anger rise as Sean kept speaking. He saw the bouncer's face and brought his tone down. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I tried to help her and keep her away. But you saw her. You think Tony's not going to want a go with that? I don't know about all this reporter shit, or if Tony even knew about it. But you know his business. You know THIS business."

"How old is YOUR daughter?" Jeremy asked.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Sean said, unable to deal with the reality that such a world was not safe for even his little girl, no matter how involved or how committed to being naive Sean wanted to be.

"Think of her next time you turn your head when Freddie wants fresh meat," Jeremy drove the screw deeper. "Think of what Tony could do with that," he said, using Sean's own choice of words. Sean's stomach turned. "I'm going to the paper," Jeremy said, turning to go. Sean jumped from his chair.

"Goddamn it Jeremy, I tried to help her!" The manager said, trying to pull the boy back.

"You didn't try enough," Jeremy said, slamming the door behind him, as he stormed out of the building, wondering whether to follow through with his threat, or try to find Reagan himself.

 

[Evolutions]

Reagan passing out was something that Walker had definitely noticed. Again it seemed he was capable of doing something that all those countless men couldn't. Reagan had endured countless hours of rape from the men that had taken her over and over again, she'd held on throughout all of it, and yet Walker was able to push her over her limit. Even with her passed out Walker continued to pound away, over and over and over, maintaining the sheer force and speed until he finally came. Eventually the room fell to complete silence as even his brutish grunts had died down as he tried to catch his breath. Walker pulled out and rolled onto his back, laying next to the unconscious Reagan. He turned his head and looked over at her, she was so still, with her mouth still gaping open. Given the kind of punishment he had dished out he should have been concerned, and yet he wasn't. Sure it would have been great to continue to have Reagan as a play thing, to have her go through whatever training that Tony had in mind until she was completely broken, yet at the same time Reagan was replaceable.

After a few minutes had passed, almost nonchalantly Walker reached over and held his index finger under her nose just long enough to feel her gentle breath. Slowly he pulled himself upright and got off the bed altogether as he made his way over to his clothes. His gaze glancing over to Reagan every so often until he was fully clothed. Usually he would have taken a shower first however he had a few things he still needed to take care of that day. “Well.. That was fun, we'll have to do it again sometime Tennyson” Walker said casually. He waited for a moment though Reagan didn't respond, nor did she move. Walker shrugged to himself as he made his way to the door.

Of course Lester was waiting right outside, with the door left open he couldn't help but look around Walker to a naked and used Reagan, and after the agonizing screams he had heard earlier he couldn't help but ask “Is she?....” Walker chuckled before responding “Still breathing? Yeah... I checked” He said casually before asking for his phone. What Lester was going to ask was if she was still alive, but breathing worked. “Right.. Here you go” Said Lester as he gave Walker back his phone. It wasn't a precaution they took with many girls however with Reagan Tony was very strict given all the ruckus that was going on in the city thanks to her 'disappearance'. “Is.. Tony still around?” Asked Walker. Lester gave a nod “Yah, top floor, somethin goin on with Jess I think. I can escort you out or.. If you wanna talk to Tony just take the elevator to the top” replied Lester, hoping that Walker would go up to talk to Tony so he could have a little alone time with Reagan. “I have a few matters I need to attend to, but I swear for someone who runs drugs and women Tony's schedule is worse than that of a fortune 500 CEO. Since I'm already here.. Might as well get a little more face time” Said Walker.

A man like Walker was involved in various shady dealings, yet he rarely ever got his hands dirty. Even Tony was someone he had mostly communicated with through his Aide, which made things complicated at times. A very necessary evil. Under normal circumstances Walker would have never made a trip down to a place like The Pit, yet for Reagan he had made an exception. Walker gave Lester a nod as he made his way down the hall and into the waiting elevator.

Lester on the other hand remained in the hallway until Walker was in the elevator and the doors had closed behind him. He made his way into the play room. The floor was pretty much off limits to most of the gang members and reserved for the high end clients that visited the pit, as such Lester knew he wouldn't be disturbed since there were no other clients scheduled for the day. Lester was one of the men that had seen Reagan in action and hadn't quite had the pleasure of partaking in the spoils, after all Tony had designated him as the camera guy so there was only so much enjoyment he had gotten out of the girl. The thing about Lester was that he was very good at taking care of business first before pleasure, which was one of the reasons that Tony depended on him in the way he did.

The sight of her left his mouth watering, the way she was just laying there, naked from head to toe, covered in a mixture of what seemed like cum and sweat. Her ass cheeks had already reddened from where she had been repeatedly slapped, and with her legs partially open Lester could see the thick ooze of cum that was leaking out of Reagan's well punished ass. Lester wasn't sure if he could even wake her up, though it really didn't matter, it wouldn't stop him from having his fun with her. It didn't take long for Lester to strip out of his dark worn jeans and the wife beater and jacket he had on, revealing a thick layer of tattoos that covered his torso. His cock sprang out as yanked off his underwear, slowly advancing towards the unconscious girl.

Lester moved onto the bed, which caused the mattress to move slightly, gently he reached out and brushed his fingers against her outer thigh, though got no response. He knelt beside her and slowly rolled her onto her back. Cum was also smeared all over her cunt, clearly Walker had more or less used Reagan in every way imaginable. “Well.. Fuck at least shes nice and wet” Lester said to himself, though it still wasn't enough to disturb the unconscious Reagan. He parted her legs as he positioned himself in place. While Lester wasn't nearly as big as the likes of Tony or Walker, he was still quite sizable in his own right. He had more or less just flung her onto her back, one of her arms was still draped over her stomach. He reached up and slapped her hand out of the way, giving a better view of her firm breasts. He reached out with his left hand and started to knead one of her breasts, the other hand wrapped around his eager member as he started to tease her entrance with his head. “Fuck.. Can't believe.. You're still... So.. Damn... Tight” said Lester as he pushed himself into her.

Even with Walker's cum having lubricated Reagan she was still a tight fit, though it wasn't long until the entire length of his cock was enjoying what should have been a private and intimate part of Reagan's body. Yet the life that she had been thrust into saw to it that a man didn't even have to ask her permission, let alone have the decency to wait till she was conscious to sexually engage with her. Lester began to gently thrust back and forth, knowing that there would be a large number of times in which he would enjoy her. Tony of course would be more hands on with Reagan though Lester knew that when things got busy he would be the one who would be 'helping' with Reagan's training, a lot of which would still be done in the form of Reagan being abused by large groups of men. He leaned forward, pressing the weight of his body on top of hers, her firm yet wet body just added to his arousal.

His face hovered over hers as he continued to gently fuck Reagan, the thrusts causing her body to gently jerk back and forth though she still remained unconscious. He would have gone as far as to violate her lips if it wasn't for the scent of cum and alcohol coming from her partly open mouth. His left elbow was resting on the mattress right above her right shoulder, supporting enough of his weight for him to pull up his right hand and gently tap Reagan's cheek. “Tennyson...” Lester said softly as he continued to pump back and forth, upon getting no reply he called out her name again “Tennyson!” The second time being much louder as he gave her cheek a firm slap.

It was enough to get a slight groan out of Reagan, a moment later her forehead furrowed as her eyes slowly began to open. Lester didn't stop what he was doing, and waking up mid sexual assault was something that Reagan would no doubt have to find her own way to endure. “Relax Ten.. Its just your buddy Les..” Said Lester. Ten was a nickname that some of the gang members had given Reagan. There were a group of men present at Reagan's recorded gang rape, and a few of them had made a remark how Reagan was the first real ten out of ten they'd had, and being her last name was Tennyson, it just seemed to fit as a nickname. Tony had made sure that as a whole Reagan's interaction with the other men were very limited. There had been women in the past who had managed to get under the skin of one or two members, causing them to feel sorry for the girl, even going as far as trying to help the girl escape. Things... Didn't end well for those men.

Lester was someone who had been with Tony for many years, someone who had helped with many women, and as such Tony knew he could trust Lester to keep a cool head. Reagan was a gorgeous young creature, that was something she had going for her, a pretty face is usually something that most men are weak to. With Reagan however Tony was extra cautious. Most of the women who came through weren't exactly rocket scientists.. Once he got them 'in the system' so to speak, they were his.. What made Reagan dangerous wasn't her beauty, it was her intelligence. He knew that she wouldn't be broken easily. Tony had a lot of trust and confidence in Lester, but even he wasn't sure how Lester would do with a girl like Reagan.

“Calm down.. Calm down Ten. I'm.. Almost done... Was gunna let ay rest.. But goddamn yer a hot one.” Looking into Reagan's eyes only heightened Lester's arousal, he was already close, and seeing her look up at him only made him thrust faster. Barely a minute had passed since Reagan had regained consciousness and Lester as cumming inside her. His face contorted in pleasure as he buried his seed within her. Not lingering long after he withdrew from her and pulled himself off of her. It was a nice little treat for Lester however he still had work to do. He got off the bed and began to get dressed, once again it would be a stark contrast for Reagan in terms of how far things had changed in her life. Whereas once modesty might have been an issue for her, now it seemed laying nude next to the stranger that had just finished assaulting her would be the norm.

Lester pulled up his pants, after which he looked around for his shirt, almost absentmindedly saying “That Walker... The boss has been working with him for a while.. He dun come round here much, mostly he has the girls sent out to him... Gotta say tho.. Never seen him tear into a girl like that. You're lucky Ten.. That cute little bod of yers is a lot stronger than it looks” after which he picked up his jacket and put it on. “Think ya can walk?” asked Lester as he looked back at Reagan.





“WHAT?” Tony yelled out as he heard the loud knock. Walker's voice yelled back “YOU KNOW WHAT!” Tony chuckled to himself as he rolled off the bed, an exhausted Jessica lay sprawled out on her stomach with barely enough strength to lift her head. Tony pulled a towel and loosely wrapped it around his waist as he made his way out of the bedroom. “THE DOORS OPEN” called out Tony as he made his way into the kitchen area. Walker opened the door and stepped in. The interior of the apartment was actually a surprise for him. It wasn't exactly a night at a five star, yet it also wasn't dump as he'd have expected from how the rest of the building looked. He looked around as he stepped into the living room area, it was an open space for the most part, no wall between the kitchen, the only real rooms were the two bedrooms and the bathrooms. He gave Tony a nod just as he was getting a bottled water out of the refrigerator “Drink?” Asked Tony. Walker chuckled once again as he approached “The reporter did a pretty good job of quenching my thirst”. Both men laughed for a second before Tony said “Touche” as he uncapped the water bottle and took a sip.

“Yeah... That girl is really something” Said Tony. Walker stood at the bar top counter that divided the living room area from the kitchen area and replied “I'll miss that spark once that girl is broken in” laughed Walker. Tony gave a nod “Yeeeeah.. Tennyson pretty high maintenance, you know I'm not used to dealing with all this baggage, there is a lot going on out there” Said Tony as he motioned out the window, referring to the city and the fact that Reagan wasn't just some girl who disappeared like Jessica, she was somewhat in the public eye, and thanks to her paper chances were that the spotlight on Reagan would only get brighter, though at that point neither Tony nor Walker were aware of the article that Jeff had published. It would be a surprise for sure, though not entirely unexpected for either of the men. Each hoped that they had enough resources to become the victor over Reagan's potential saviors.

“In my experience things go a lot smoother when they're working for you” said Walker. Tony was quick to respond “In your experience? I didn't know Mayors had their own sex walkers” It was a surprise for Tony to hear Walker make a remark like that. Tony knew that Walker was into all sorts of of illegal activities, and women were one of his vices, however he had no idea that Walker was the type of man to get his own hands dirty. Walker let out a quick laugh, Whereas Tony was someone who worked more from the shadows and could afford to be lose with his words, Walker had a reputation to uphold, which meant that there were only a small number of people whom he could be open with, and even in those cases they were men who worked for him. Tony was the closest person to an equal in his world, be it equals from different worlds. Which essentially meant that Walker could afford to brag about some of his own personal conquests, something he very rarely got a chance to do.

Walker reached into his jacket and pulled out his iPhone, he tapped away for a moment before he held up the screen for Tony “What do you think about that little number?” The image was of an attractive brunette who looked as if she was in her 20s, on her knees with a cock stuffed in her mouth. “Not bad, how'd you land that?” asked Tony. “My niece” Walker said almost proudly. “Yeah? No fucking kidding” replied Tony, almost surprised at the fact that Walker would do something like that to his own niece, especially since in the picture it looked as if she wasn't exactly thrilled at having a photo taken. “Came to me shortly after she got married. Dropped out of college and wanted me to set her up just because she was my niece. Don't get me wrong, I've always liked the girl but goddamn.. A girl like THAT doesn't come along everyday... So.. I told her outright how much I was willing to pay, and what she'd have to do for it. The little slut actually acted outraged as she stormed off. But.... She came right back about a week later and agreed to everything as long as I promised to keep it secret from her husband. The little slut still breaks out the water works every so often, even though shes been at it for about 4 years now..” Walker paused to let out a laugh as if he just remembered something hilarious “Shit... Would you believe I knocked her up? I'm actually the kid's godfather, and her husband has NO fucking idea.” Concluded Walker.

Tony stood there in complete silence for a few moments before he was able to speak. “Goddamn... And I thought I was fucked up... That is pretty fucked, especially for a white collar motherfucker like yourself” Walker laughed in response and said “Coming from you I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment.” Tony took a swig of his water before responding “Probably a bit of both” which caused both the men to laugh in response. Walker's history might have been a bit of a surprise to Tony, however his sexual exploits were on par to Walkers, if not slightly worse, though for Tony those would be stories saved for another day.





Jeremy could get carried away in the moment here and there, though most of the time he was cool headed. Sean knew, or at least he hoped that Jeremy would come to his senses before doing anything drastic. What had concerned Sean the most was what Jeremy had seen in the paper. Sean picked up the newspaper that Jeremy had flung on his desk. “Fuck...” Sean muttered to himself as he read the headline 'Star Reporter Reagan Tennyson Feared Missing'. A large photo of her was under the heading. Sean read through the article, a cold chill ran up his spine when The Lucky Rabbit was mentioned BY name. Vague implications and accusations that the club was mixed in with prostitution and worse. They weren't exactly the kinds of accusations a newspaper made without some hard evidence, after all when accusations were proven baseless they would tend to open themselves up to a lawsuit. Under normal circumstances that was exactly what Sean would have done, press legal action. In that particular case however his hands were tied.

Given the way the article had been written it was clear that there was no real proof, as no names outside of Reagan had been mentioned. Though it just so happened that the accusations WERE true, which put Sean in a bit of a bind legally. More than that he had Tony to worry about. The article exposed Sean, worse than that it had the potential of exposing Tony, even though his involvement wasn't mentioned.. Though Tony might not see things the same way. Even in the beginning Sean was well aware of just what a dangerous man Tony was, if it served his interest he wouldn't have thought twice before gutting Sean and his staff... The article however might have had a silver lining for Sean, with all the attention they'd be getting, if anything were to happen to Sean it would only raise more question, something that Tony would most likely try to avoid. What Sean needed was to get on top of the situation, which meant getting in touch with Tony first, to let him know what had happened and for them to plan together. Even hesitation on Sean's part could mean his demise, especially if Tony thought Sean had gone to the authorities.. “Fuck... FUCK!” Sean growled to himself as he slammed his fist against the desk.

Sean stood up and walked over to the door, he peeked outside and called out to Claire “CLAIRE! Tell Darby I want to see him in my office” topping off with a loud “NOW!” Sean stood by the door until Darby made his way into Sean's office “Hey.. Wasap Boss?” Sean put his arm around Darby's shoulders and pulled him close “I need you to get a word out to Tony” Said Sean. “Whoa Boss, es not how it works” Said Darby as he tried to pull away from Sean. Sean tightened his grip around Darby's shoulders though not threateningly, just enough to keep him in place. His voice was quieter yet straine at the same time. He leaned a little closer into Darby as he said “Listen.. This fucking newspaper is writing about the club. If we don't get on top of this NOW we're ALL fucked.. Understand?” slamming the rolled up newspaper against Darby's chest. Darby hadn't read the newspaper article, yet understood the seriousness of the situation given Sean's tone. “Tell Tony I don't think the cops are involved.. If they were I'm sure we would have gotten a visit from them long before the paper article.. Just to be on the safe side everything on Tony is on hold for now. No calls, no texts, no off the book parties. Tell him to come meet me, IN PERSON as soon as possible alright? Don't text him, don't call him. I want you to tell him all this in person alright?” Said Sean. Darby stood silent for a second, his eyes moving from left, to right, right to left as if he was processing everything going on. He took the paper from Sean and gave a nod “Kay boss” after which he left Sean's office.

Sean left his office and made his way over to the bar where Claire was. Being that it was still early the club was relatively empty, which was a good thing. They were bout to get A LOT of heat, and not only that but with Jeremy having pulled a disappearing act they were without a bouncer to boot. He grabbed Claire by her arm and pulled her close as he got behind the counter “Shit it down. Tell the girls we're closed until further notice, when you're done go home” Said Sean. “Is this about the newspaper?” Claire asked. Sean just shook his head “Dammit Claire.. I don't have time for this right now. Just. Do. What. I. Said. Do it now and we'll talk about it as soon as there is something to talk about okay? Go!” Demanded Sean. Claire knew it had to be related to the newspaper article and though her nosy nature wanted to know more Claire saw the look in Sean's eyes and knew she wasn't getting those answers anytime soon. She threw up her hands “Alright, alright! I'm on it... Just... Just keep me in the loop alright? You know these girls, it won't take long before they're working the streets... Remember that” warned Claire as she stepped out of the bar and started making her way towards the stage “Crystal... Crystal baby, C'mere” called out Claire as she motioned with her hand for Crystal to get off the stage.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

BAM!!! Reagan saw a flash of light behind her closed eyes before hearing registering someone calling her name.

"Tennyson!" She felt her body slide up and down on the bedsheets, her pussy full, as she realized she was getting fucked. Her groggy eyes opened to see the face of the guard who had accompanied Tony and herself on several occasions. The filthy looking man between her legs made her wince, as her body came fully awake and she realized her nightmare continued. She saw Walker nowhere around. “Relax Ten.. Its just your buddy Les,” the man said.

"Unnnh! No.....unh," she said, her hands rising to push against his chest, but unable to stop him plowing her quim. Her hands balled into fists and she began beating lightly against his chest, too weak and tired to do any damage, but only to resist as best she could. "Stop, no!"

“Calm down. Calm down, Ten," the man said. "I'm...almost done..." his words came with each punishing thrust of his cock inside her body. "Was gunna let ya rest...but goddamn yer a hot one.” Her eyes rolled back and she looked over her head to the wall adjacent to where she lay, looking desperately for a spot or a mark to focus on while she endured another rape. She had lost count of how many times this now had been. She felt the man's cock grow even more rigid as his pace intensified. She looked down at him entering her, then back to make eye contact.

"Why are you doing this?" She whined, her hands moving to cover her crying eyes. Another moment and she felt him pound deep inside where he remained, and she knew that he, like so many others, was filling her body with his cum. He remained atop her, his pace restarting, then stopping altogether as he collapsed over her and caught his breath. Then pulling off and out of her, he stood and found his clothing, and she lay, bare and used, as she watched him dress.

“That Walker," the man said, as if they were lovers having a conversation in which she wanted to engage. "The boss has been working with him for a while.. He dun come round here much, mostly he has the girls sent out to him... Gotta say tho.. Never seen him tear into a girl like that. You're lucky Ten." She closed her eyes again, letting the words wash over her, hoping they, and the man, would go away.

Yeah, I'm one lucky fucking girl, she thought to herself as her body lie sore and sticky and not even her own to control.

"That cute little bod of yers is a lot stronger than it looks," he said.

"Thanks," she said, mustering every bit of matter-of-fact tone she could muster, not remotely proud of her accomplishment and apparent talent for enduring multiple rapes.

“Think ya can walk?” the man asked. She could. She nodded, then managed to climb on to her quivering legs, sore at the joints from where she had been bent and stretched to satisfy Walker and then Lester. She gathered the green dress and managed to pull it over her shoulders. "Will you.......will you help?" She asked, her still wet eyes looking to her captor, as she turned around and pulled her hair over her shoulder to reveal the zipper to Lester, who stepped closer and gently, as if he had not just assaulted the girl, zipped her dress. She scanned the room and could not find the yellow thong she wore into the room, electing instead to simply go on and try to get back to her room. Lester led her down a hallway and around the building until they got to a door that she recognized as the captive room where she had been held and where she had gotten ready for her time with the Mayor.

"What is Tony going to do with me?" She asked, turning to Lester, who stammered to answer, amounting basically to the confession that he did not know. "Please," she said in response. "Let me......let me out of here," she said. "You've already......had me," she paused considering her words. "If you let me go, I won't tell anyone and.....and you can have me anytime you want." She couldn't believe she had come to a place to make such an offer. She tried to reinforce it. "You know I'll be good," her chin and forehead wrinkled as she began to tear up again, not wanting to wait for Tony or take a chance that he would simply make things worse for her, which was a sure thing. "I will be," she promised. "Just.....just get me outside." She worried that her hope was naive. There was a reason this man, Lester, had stayed with Tony. But without Tony around, or his army of men, she hoped he was her chance.

**********

Freddy stepped into the semi-darkness of the Lucky Rabbit a few hours later and immediately wandered to the back of the house, a place most customers never got to roam. No girls were on stage and the house lights were up, if low, suggesting it was time to go home. A couple of kitchen workers seemed to wander to and fro, stocking the bar and generally cleaning up, and Freddy smirked in amusement.

Shit's hit the fan, he thought. He stepped into the girls' locker room and found it silent, empty, except for Claire, who was now turning off the mirror lights and shutting the place down.

"Where's Sean?" Freddy asked.

"We're closed Freddy," she said.

"Look bitch," he snapped back. "I can see that from the lack of titties on stage and the absence of a drink in my hand. But I asked where Sean was."

"Fuck you Freddy," Claire shot forth. "Check his office." Freddy simply gave her a look that said he would note her attitude and took off down the hall to the manager's office. The door was locked. He knocked, loudly.

"Claire, go home," Sean said, pulling the door open. "Oh.....Freddy," he said, recognizing his most volatile customer. "We're closed."

"Lot of people telling me shit I ain't asking about," Freddy said, stepping past Sean and into the office, taking a seat on the couch against the wall.

"What do you want Freddy?" Sean asked. "There's no girls here for you." Freddy crossed his arms and looked up at him with a grin.

"Bet I know where I can find one," he said. "I'll bet you do too."

"What are you talking about?" Sean asked Freddy.

"Come on, boss," Freddy took a condescending tone. "I saw the paper. You saw the paper. Everyone saw the paper," he paused, letting the words sit in the air. "Megan?" He asked, rhetorically. "She ain't Megan." He grinned again. "And now that Tony, or someone you know, has her, I want to pay that little bitch back for what she did." Sean shook his head in disbelief.

"What she did? You mean the time she kept you from raping her?"

"Don't get smart, man," Freddy interjected. "Or this place won't have a liquor license. Know what that means? It means all the dumb fucks who like to come here and get drunk to numb the idea that they are here trying to ogle and abuse girls who are their daughters' age, or who remind them of their sister, or who just aren't their dutiful wife at home with a dry and uninviting pussy, will have to be here sober and think about what they're doing when they are shoving twenties in some girl's panties that looks like she's sixteen because this is the only place they can get away with that kind of bullshit. And if they're thinking about it sober, they won't be doing it. And if they don't do it, then you don't get paid." Sean knew he was right. "So who has her?"

"I don't know," Sean said.

"Tony?" Freddy asked.

"Probably," Sean replied, not certain. "I don't know. If he does he didn't run it past me or let me know." Freddy stood up and stepped across the office, where he found a picture of Sean's daughter sitting, facing his desk. He picked it up and ran his thumb over its frame.

"Who's this?" He asked, knowing full well what he was doing.

"Put that down," Sean said, uncomfortable.

"I said who is it?" Freddy said, more sternly this time.

"It's my daughter," Sean said, his voice rising before taking it from Freddy's hands. "I said put it down." He returned it to its place on his desk.

"You better find out where she is," Freddy said, his hands going into his pockets. "Because if I don't get her," he paused, then turned his eyes back to the photo of Sean's little girl. "Then I suspect I'll need something else." With his final words lingering, he left the room, the message clear.

 

[Evolutions]

With business to attend to Walker left The Pit shortly after the talk he had with Tony. Given the current situation with Reagan the two had decided to meet at least once a week face to face to keep each other updated, with any emergencies being handled through the appropriate channels that they'd set in place. Lester had of course ignored all of Reagan's advances. There was no need for him to indulge her in her fantasies of escape given that all he had to do was simply take her if his lustful urges arose. In terms of leverage Reagan didn't have any, and there was no scenario where things would end well for Lester if he opted to help Reagan out. Some chatter could be head from Tony's room as Lester approached, with Reagan close behind. The door had been left wide open and as Lester walked in he saw that Tony was talking with Darby. Darby was facing away from the door so he didn't hear Lester walk in, nor Reagan behind him as he said to Tony “Yeah.. But he's worried bout the heat, was sayin that the paper talks bout The Rabbit. He knows you boss, an' he could fuck this up. If you want me to... Take care of him, just say the word.”

Tony wasn't sure how much Reagan had overheard, and a part of keeping Reagan under control meant keeping a tight leash on what she did and didn't know even though in her presence he talked as if what she knew was irrelevant. Already she'd recognize Darby who was the kitchen hand at The Lucky Rabbit, as well as being one of Tony's cronies. Tony motioned with his hand for Darby to shut his mouth. He then looked over toward Lester who gave Tony a nod and asked “Need anythin else boss?” Tony glanced over at Reagan then back at Lester and asked “She give you any trouble before or after the Mayor's visit?” Lester shook his head “Nah boss, she was a good lil whore. He tore into her pretty fierce tho, ain't seen one of our girls take that kinda fuckin in a while” replied Lester. “Fine.. Anything else?” Tony asked again. Lester shrugged and said “Well.. Tried to bribe me to let her go. Said she'd let me have her whenever” in a very casual tone. Tony grinned “Well Fuck.. At least shes learning how to be a whore. Make sure security is tight, looks like I might have to take a trip to the city.” Said Tony as he motioned for Lester to get out with a gesture of his hand. “You got it boss” Said Lester, as he turned to Reagan one last time, no shame or remorse for having raped her or possibly getting her in more trouble by telling Tony about her little escape plea. It was something that Lester didn't have to do, the conversation was just between the two of them, overheard by none. It was Lester's way of letting Reagan know that there was no wiggle room, at least not with him anyway. He would do as he was ordered to do, and report EVERYTHING back to Tony. Lester then left the room.

With Lester gone Tony turned his attention to Reagan, the blank expression on his face didn't give away what he was thinking, whether he was upset with her or not, as well as making now acknowledgment of her hellish state. “Keep your mouth shut and listen. I'll deal with you later. Go and get cleaned up. Go.” Tony said as he motioned for her to go to his room. What Reagan was completely unaware of was the fact that at that vary moment Jessica was taking a bath in the bathroom that was attached to Tony's bedroom. Jessica herself and been punished almost as hard as Reagan. The only real difference was that Jessica had long gotten used to the abuse that men would throw at her. The fight had left her some time ago, and for all intensive purposes she was Tony's through and through. In part Jessica was the cause of all of Reagan's anguish. The reason that she had gone down the dark road that had led to her kidnapping and rape. Reagan was moments away from finding the girl she had been searching for. Moments away from seeing first hand the type of damage that had been done to her former acquaintance.

Tony didn't say another word until Reagan had walked across the apartment and disappeared into his room. Finally he turned back to Darby who had obediently been standing there since Tony had motioned for him to stop talking. “Look.. None of this 'Taking care of' talk. Your job is to do what I fucking tell you and nothing else. This thing we have with The Rabbit cuts out a lot of risk for us. The girls pretty much come to us. I'm not fucking that up unless I absolutely have to. At least Sean is smart enough to reach out before acting.. What I want you to do is go back to The Rabbit and tell Sean I'll meet him at his place around 7pm tonight. With all this heat at the club there's no fucking way I'm meeting Sean there.” Said Tony. “Got my marchin orders, I'll get it done boss” replied Darby, adding “Boss.. Since I'm here.. Think I could give that girl a run through real quick?” Darby asked with a hopeful look. “Stop thinking with your dick. You'll get your turn. Now get the fuck outta here” Ordered Tony. It wasn't the answer Darby had wanted, especially since he had been lusting after Reagan from the moment Sean had introduced her to him at the club, however he knew the way of these things. Darby knew what happens to the women that go through 'the process' so sooner or later he would have his turn with her. Darby didn't give any further fuss as he left.

Once Darby had left Tony left his apartment and sought out Lester, telling him to keep an eye on Reagan. That he trusted Jessica, but that Reagan was too smart for her own good. Lester may not have been a mastermind but he was loyal which made Lester important in Tony's eyes. Tony figured that it might be good for Reagan to catch up with Jessica. It would help Reagan realize how fruitless her efforts have been, how she had no options, nowhere to go. With the situation at The Pit left in Lester's hands Tony made the drive into town. He had a few things he needed to take care of, which would give Darby time to relay his message. After which he would drive over to Sean's place when the time rolled close to 7pm.



“The hell do you mean he wants to meet at my house?” Sean said to Darby intently. Darby just shook his head “Look boss, I'm just passin on the message. He ain't comin here with the newspaper shit. Hes gonna be at yer place round 7” replied Darby. “Darby.. Fine.. Fine..” Sean said in a frustrated yet defeated voice. “Fine, we don't have to meet here. Lets just set up a meeting somewhere else, not my place alright?” Said Sean as the last thing he wanted was someone like Tony at his place. In that moment a thought occurred to him, and before Darby could respond Sean asked “You guys don't talk over phone right? So.. What.. He just knows where I live? How the fuck does he know where I live?” Darby shrugged his shoulders “Dono boss, ain't my job to know. Hes gonna be there, like it or not.” replied Darby. Sean didn't even excuse Darby as he pushed him aside and stormed out of his office. On his way to his car he pulled out his iphone and tried to call his daughter. She didn't answer. He tried calling again with the same result. Finally he opted to send her a text that read 'Becky if you're home I need you to leave the house for a few hours, if you're not home I need you to not come back until I call you. I'll explain everything later, love dad'

Sean had just made it to his place on time, and when he got there he saw Tony waiting outside. Sean got out and slammed the door shut. He stormed up the driveway, not quite sure how he felt, the only saving grace being that his daughter most likely wasn't home otherwise Tony wouldn't have been waiting outside. Sean had tried his damnedest to keep his daughter away from his workplace. To that day he had never been honest with Becky about where he worked. Since she was young he had given her the excuse of his work being some secret 'government job' which was why he couldn't talk to her about the details. He wasn't sure how much of it she believed, especially given her attitude as of late. Of course that was a problem for another day, a bridge that Sean would cross once he got to it. At the moment he had more important matters like dealing with what was happening at the club. Sean looked around the neighborhood as he approached his front door. He glanced over at Tony and said “This is the last time we're meeting here. This is my home. My fucking HOME Tony” as Sean opened the front door and stepped inside. Tony followed, kicking the door shut behind him. “Don't be so fucking dramatic Sean. Whats so important that we had to do this face to face, cause it sure as hell better be more than this newspaper article. I told you before that things could get hairy for a while. You keep your people in line and business should keep moving smoothly” Tony said preemptively to counter whatever reason Sean might have had for wanting a meeting.

Sean led Tony into the living room, talking as he walked “No Tony... Business isn't going to keep moving smoothly” Said Sean. It was true that Sean's original concern was the newspaper article, though his worries extended far beyond that. He had Jeremy to worry about who was threatening to go to the cops, and on top of that there was Freddy, who was the real danger in Sean's mind. Given the way Jeremy had left he had certainly put Sean in a bit of a bind. Not only leaving The Rabbit without its regular bouncer but essentially threatening to expose what was happening at the club all because Reagan had worked her magic on him. Sean would be well within his rights to tell Tony everything and let him sort things out. As easy as that option was Sean couldn't do it. Jeremy... Was a good guy and Sean was fully aware how Tony dealt with hostile situations, especially when it came to men that were expendable. For Tony it would be a very simple solution to make a troublesome bouncer disappear. Sean already had a lot on his conscience, Jeremy's death wasn't one he was willing to tack on there. He didn't know how but he made up his mind to deal with Jeremy.. He knew the kid.. Jeremy could be hot headed at times, all Sean could hope for was that he'd cool down and reach out to him before he did something he'd regret.

That still left Sean with the problem of Freddy. As Tony walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa as if he owned the place, Sean turned to him and resumed his verbal tirade “I know how to handle my people. That isn't what this is about. I've had heat before. I've already been working on cleaning up the books and shredding everything else we have going on the side. What you don't fucking understand is that some of these low lives pay attention to the shit that happens around them. The reporter wasn't a stripper so she flew under the radar of most people. Freddy noticed her.. In a big way. Look.. I don't like what he does, but I need him. The girls know what they signed up for and this shit with Freddy.. Well.. Its just a cost of business. But the fucker is a self entitled child. He never got a chance to fuck Reagan. He read the paper and has convinced himself that I know what happened to her. He wants Reagan and hes not going to take no for an answer because he already has me by the balls. If he shuts me down this shit will also affect YOUR business.. So please Tony... Don't fucking tell me my business isn't going to take a hit. You tell me not to ask questions, I don't ask questions. I don't need to know and I don't WANT to know the shit you're into. But.. This shit involves me, it EXPOSES me. I won't give you up, but that don't mean you can trust Freddy, especially if he doesn't get what he wants.”

Sean was far from done, he'd paused to take a breath and had opened his mouth just as he heard the front door open. 'No... Fuck... No' Sean thought to himself as the sound of the front door closing was heard a few seconds later. Moments later a slender, short haired brunette who wore a pair of tight jeans with a tank top and jacket on top came into view. Both men looked over at her as Becky stared back at the two of them. Before anything else could be said Sean blurts out “What the fuck are you doing here!?!?” Becky's eyes widen, after which she glares at her dad “Rude much? I live here remember? What is WRONG with you?” She said in a huff. It was an attitude that Sean was in no mood for as he quickly replied in that same combative tone “Don't you check your phone? I called AND texted you!” Said Sean as if that should some how explain his current state. Becky just shook her head “Yeah? So? My phone died? And so what? Still doesn't mean you get to be such a jerk!” replied Becky as she folded her arms over her chest, standing there as defiantly as she could.

It was at that stage that Tony let out a hearty laughter with “Shit Sean.. I like her.” He said as he pointed to her playfully “You're.. Becky right? Sean's told me a lot about you” Tony said casually as if it were actually true, when in reality Sean had kept the fact that he had a daughter hidden from Tony and hadn't told him a damn thing. Becky knew all of her dad's friends, what little he had anyway, so right off the bat she knew Tony wasn't a friend, which only led her to one logical conclusion. “Oh he did huh? Guess you're doing top secret work for the government too?” Becky said sarcastically as if the lie had been told to her so many times that she simply didn't believe it anymore. Tony couldn't help but laugh again. Already Becky had knowingly told Tony that Sean kept his real work hidden from his daughter. Tony played along with Becky as he gave her a grin “Oh yeah.. Our... Top secret work” Tony said as he gave the girl a wink. Teasingly Tony turned To Sean and said “Maybe we should recruit her, the kids 18 right? Sounds old enough to work for the man” It was a joke that Sean didn't find funny in the least. The damage had already been done, the fallout of which Sean would have to deal with later, at that moment what he needed was to figure out some way to get Becky the hell outta there. Becky squealed with excitement, she obviously knew that her dad didn't work for the government, it was her chance to get some real information, information that her dad wouldn't give her. She walked past her dad and sat down on the other end of the sofa that Tony was sitting on. “Becky... This is serious, go to your room until we're done!” Sean said adamantly, to which Becky just waved her hand “Tsk, oh come on dad. I'm not a kid anymore, I'm gonna find out sooner or later anyway” She said as she rolled her eyes dismissively at her dad.

Sean was done arguing with her and without any further words he walked over to her and grabbed her by her upper arm, pulling her up and forcing her onto her feet, causing Becky to let out a loud squeal. “Fucking FUCK dad!! What the hell are you doing?!?!” she squealed as Sean refused to let go, forcefully pulling her away from the living room. A few moments later there was a loud sound of a door slamming. Sean reappeared in the living room a moment later. Tony was seated in the same spot with a sly grin “I can see why you've been keeping her all to yourself... You tapping that shit? Wouldn't surprise me if you were” Said Tony, knowing full well that Sean wasn't the kind of man who'd do something like that. “This is exactly why I've kept her out of my professional life...” Said Sean, making no mention of the fact that Freddie himself had made a threat against his daughter that very day when he'd noticed the photo of hers he'd kept at the office. As much as Sean wanted to knock the shit out of Tony, he knew better. Not only was Tony larger, he was someone that you just don't mess with. If Sean got on the wrong side of Tony, work would be the least of his problems. He'd already put his own daughter at great risk just by letting her be seen by Tony. Trying to defuse the situation and redirect the conversation back towards its original topic Sean said in a more hushed tone “Deal with Freddy or he is going to fuck us all over.. He is obsessed with Reagan.. I'm just assuming... And praying you fucking have her..”

“Fucking Freddie..” Sighed Tony. The man was someone that Tony was somewhat familiar with. He worked for the government and while he had say in certain zoning laws and held a little bit of influence as far as establishments in the red light district, he was nowhere as powerful or as important as the Mayor. The fact that Freddie was crooked made him easier to work with. He turned a bind eye when it was required, and since he was mainly interested in girls it wasn't like he was an expensive investment as girls were a dime a dozen in the red light district. The Lucky Rabbit was still an exception, the fact that it was JUST outside the red light zone and yet was an establishment that belonged there. Freddie had played a major part in making that happen, something he'd never let Sean forget. Tony's business was more on the streets, the only place he was invested in was The Rabbit, which essentially meant that Tony didn't have to deal with Freddie much. Being a man in the know Freddie knew of Tony. Not personally, but enough to know who he was, what he did, and who some of his people were. “I think I can handle Freddie. If he contacts you again just let him know that Reagan will be available to him soon. I'll take care of Freddie from that point on.” Said Tony.

Sean still wasn't sure how to take it, he should have been relieved, though what he really wanted was to get Tony out of his house. “So.. I guess that's it.. We're done?” Asked Sean. Tony stood up and walked over to Sean, and while he didn't have to, Tony also lowered his voice as he said “No.. Not quite yet. Darby told me that you're closing the club and shutting down the escort service? This Freddie business is me doing YOU a favor. Trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Reagan. What you're going to do is open your doors and keep the escort business booming. If shit is going down you'll be the first to know.. Right now.. We're in no danger. This newspaper article is shit. Speculation and conjecture” Tony could see the look in Sean's eyes which made him say “Yes Sean.. I know what a word like conjecture means” before resuming with what he was saying. “You did the right thing. You didn't freak out, you didn't fuck up. You got in contact with me. This is why I like doing business with you Sean. And... Now... We're done” Said Tony as he walked past Sean, though instead of tuning towards the front door he went in the opposite direction “Mind if I use your restroom real quick? Really gotta go?” Said Tony as if it was going to happen whether Sean gave his permission or not. “Second door to the left..” Sean said reluctantly.

Tony made his way down the hall, noticed the only door that was closed with a light seeping out from the sides, the room that belonged to Becky. He casually walked past the door and walked into the bathroom, however instead of using the facilities he pulled out a business card he'd been given by one of his clients. He took out a pen and scratched out the contact of the man that the card belonged to. On the back he wrote 'If you wanna know more about your old man and his work drop me a message' along with his phone number. Tony exited the bathroom and as he passed Becky's door he paused for a second and slid the card under the door, quickly moving on to the bridge between the hallway and the living room. “If anything else comes up just pass it onto Darby” Said Tony as he departed the home, telling Sean something he already knew. What Sean didn't know was the card that Tony had slid into his daughter's room.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan focused on her bare toes as she listened to Lester effectively tattle on her about her request to be set free. Of course she was going to offer something, plea to get away. Nobody, not even Tony, should have expected otherwise, in her mind. At the same time, she wondered if her transgression would make things worse, as if it could get worse. Lester turned around to leave once Tony dismissed him, and he winked at her as he left, making her skin crawl. Tony turned toward her once the man was gone.

“Keep your mouth shut and listen," she simply nodded, doing what he said. "I'll deal with you later. Go and get cleaned up." She stammered, beginning to say something in her own defense, before he instructed her once again, more tersely this time. "Go.” She turned down the hall and toward the only bathroom that she knew of in the place, the large master bath connected to Tony's penthouse suite. She closed the door behind her as she came into the bedroom, before stepping across to the mirror over the dresser. She looked at herself briefly, the first chance she had gotten to do so in a while. As she stood there, her chin began to quiver, twisting her face into a crying mess as sobs began to wrack her body. She ran both hands into the side of her hair, then pressed back in frustration, not knowing what to do next. She would stay here and be used, or she would try to escape and likely be tortured. She wanted to scream. Her arms dropped to her side and through her own simpering, she heard something, a noise as if someone dropped something in the bathroom. Reagan's eyes dried quickly as she wondered who was inside. Tony had not followed her in and it would not be like him to leave her, dirty and unclean, for a new suitor. She looked around the room for a weapon, something she could use if she needed to. All she could see was the rumpled sheets and bedspread, and a few small personal effects of Tony's. A moment later and the bathroom door swung open, and out stepped a long, tan leg from a pretty, if haggard looking, blonde girl not far from Reagan's own age. Reagan swallowed an audible gasp as the two girls' eyes met across the room. Her friend Jessica, the girl she had been searching for, the girl who had been in so much danger that prompted Reagan to put herself on a path that took her here, where she now was, looked over her tear-stained face and disheveled clothes, perhaps with pity or perhaps with tempered emotion of any sort.

"Hey," Jessica said, the towel wrapped around her body hugging her, not revealing any of the marks or bruises that Reagan suspected they shared. Reagan squinted at Jessica, an unbelieving look of dismay spreading over her features.

"Hey?" She repeated. "All of this, everything that..." her voice trailed off. "All you have to say is hey?" Reagan stepped across the room to stand in front of her friend. "We have to get out of here." Jessica pushed past her and walked toward the walk in closet on the other side of the room, matter of fact as she could be.

"We're not going anywhere," Jessica said. She dropped her robe just inside the doorway and Reagan could see some bruises where Jessica's thighs met the underside of her ass, and it looked as if she had some long, trailing, scratches along her back from just under her shoulder, down along her sides, and just at her waist, as if a monster had scratched and clawed her in his grip. Reagan suspected that many had.

"But, we have to," Reagan squeaked in a tiny, fearful tone. "We have to." Jessica remained busy inside the closet, pulling on a teal, black, and white speckled summer dress that draped gently over her body, before tugging her hair into a playful ponytail and returning to the room.

"We don't have to," the girl said. "We can stay right here until Tony gets back and tells us what to do." Reagan refused to believe it. She shook her head no in a violent fashion, unable to grasp just how awful it was that Jessica was now so easily okay with her captive state. Her reporter instinct kicked in again. She wanted answers. She demanded them.

"What......how did you......how did this happen to you?" Reagan asked. "Don't you want to go home?" She felt tears welling into her eyes again, afraid to acknowledge that she could ever be like that, that she could ever grow so distant, unafraid of this hell, and captive to her situation without seeming aware of captivity in and of itself. It was this thought that fueled her next question. "What's going to happen to me?" She asked of the girl who had already been there.

**********

"It's a Desert Eagle," the man said. "Forty-five caliber. Gunmetal finish with a post-manufacturer wrap grip."

"Accurate?" Jeremy asked.

"Put a hole through a steel door from eighty yards," the man said, as he pulled the gun from the glass case below and sat it on the counter of the pawn shop. "Put a bigger hole through a man from a lot closer if you need it to." Jeremy's eyes rose to meet the store owner's.

"Why," he paused, beginning to stammer. "Why would I want to do that?" The man laughed.

"Son, nobody buys a gun like that if they're looking to play around." Jeremy just nodded and looked at the gun. The man reached down and pulled out another .45 caliber pistol and sat it next to the first. "This one has less wear on it," the man said. "Less likely to jam, cleared background check, but you'll notice there's not a serial number on it." The man looked at Jeremy ominously. "Filed off." Jeremy thought for a moment about what he might get into. Why was he doing this? What did he have to gain? Reagan had been cute, with a body he'd love to play with, but he could probably not put his life at risk and throw a hundred here and there to Crystal to let him bury his cock in her if he chose. But something about Reagan had been.....different. The word pure seemed to fit. She was certainly a much better person than others he had encountered, and she made him feel better about life in general on shifts where they had both worked. He trembled at the thought of where she might be and where he might end up. "How many guys are going to be there?" The man's voice droned through the fog of Jeremy's own wondering. Jeremy felt his anger rise as he came to, ready to get in the man's face.

"How many guys?!" He asked, his mind going to dark places where he imagined Reagan lying back on a bed, surrounded by any number of assailants.

"Yeah," the man said. "How many you going to have to take out?" Jeremy's temper settled down as he realized the man was trying to best fit him to a weapon of choice.

"It's just.......uh," Jeremy stammered. "It's for self defense. I run security for some poker games." The pawn dealer smirked.

"Sure you do," he crossed his arms and nodded at the guns on the counter. "And since you know how the game is played, then you understand those four-fives beat a full house." Jeremy's eyes glimmered as he nodded back at the shop keeper.

"I'll take them both."

 

[Evolutions]

'That's one problem taken care of' Sean thought to himself. Of course he wasn't sure how much solace he could take in the way of how he had solved his problem. Sure he had gotten Freddie off his back, the price however as an innocent young girl, and again Sean couldn't help but hear Jeremy's words in his head 'What if it was your daughter?' Sean had dealt with Freddie ever since The Lucky Rabbit opened, worse he had been strong armed into getting in business with Tony as well. Freddie might have been a rotten bastard, though at least he had rules. At best he was a man with a little too much power who liked to abuse women here and there. Tony on the other hand.. That guy was his own brand of trouble. Sean had been smart enough to avoid asking direct questions however he was well aware of Tony's reputation. The guy was involved in murder, prostitution, drugs, human trafficking, and THAT was what Jeremy was now inadvertently up against. Sean knew that it might take him a while, but sooner or later Jeremy would connect the dots, it was a fight that he would no way be ready for... He stood in his living room, contemplating what to do. Finally he dialed Jeremy's number. It rang before it went to voice mail. Sean then tried Jeremy's home number, though again Jeremy didn't pick up. “Goddammit” Sean muttered to himself as he tucked his cell back into his jeans. He walked into the hallway and stood outside his daughter's room. He knocked against the door “Becky... Becky? Can I come in? I need to talk to you” Sean said, trying to respect the boundaries that she'd set. Not that it mattered too much since he had all but manhandled her to get her out of the living room a little earlier. A not too surprising “NO!” was yelled back from the other side of the door. Sean reached out for the door handle and was about to turn the knob before he thought better of it. It wouldn't help to antagonize her further, which was exactly what he'd end up doing if he forced her into a conversation. Gently he released the door knob as he called out “Listen.. I'm going out, there's money in the kitchen if you wanna get some food okay?” Becky yelled back “Fine, Whatever!” Sean let out a frustrated sigh as he started making his way towards the front door.

Sean pulled out his cell on his way to his car and sent Jeremy a quick text 'I have a lead on our girl, I'm heading to The Rabbit now. Meet me there ASAP.' Sean hated lying to the man yet it was the only way to reel him in before he went off and did something crazy. It took about a half hour for Sean to drive to The Rabbit. Once he got there Jeremy was already waiting in the parking lot. It wasn't surprised to see men pulling in and out of the lot, a few even making their way to the entrance, not quite believing that the place was closed. Sean parked next to Jeremy and got out, he motioned for Jeremy to follow him inside. Sean made his way inside with Jeremy close behind “Lock it” Sean said to Jeremy as he made his way through the empty club. It was getting close to peak hours, which meant the place would have been full. Sean got the lights going after which he made his way behind the bar. He pulled out a shot glass for himself and poured out a shot of vodka “What are ya having?” asked Sean as Jeremy stood on the other end of the counter. “Look.. I'm not here to waste time, lets just get to it. You said you had a lead, so lets hear it” Said Jeremy impatiently. Sean sat down the bottle as he took a shot, placing the empty glass on the counter as he poured himself another. Sean had more or less backed himself into a corner, he could see in Jeremy's eyes that he was out for blood. “You're about to do something really stupid Jeremy...” Said Sean with a sigh. “You're talking but I'm not hearing what I want. If this is just your way of giving some kinda pep talk I'm outta here.” Said Jeremy. Jeremy wasn't telling Sean anything he didn't know, and truth be told Sean could very easily go on without Jeremy. Sure it would take some time to find another bouncer, but he could do it. Only thing was, Sean liked Jeremy... He was a good guy.. He cared about the place, and tried to watch out for the girls the best he could, something Sean tried to do himself. “You're really putting me in a bind here.. I don't know where she is, but I know who has her, and I'm telling you.. If YOU want to stay alive and keep her alive.. Leave it alone. They'll gut her before they let her get away, and do the same to you without a second thought.” Said Sean. Jeremy clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the sheer pressure “Look.. This was obviously a waste of my time.. I'll find her myself. I'm done Sean.. Done with you, the club.. Everything... I'm outta here” Said Jeremy as he took his clenched fist off the counter and turned to walk away.

“Stupidsonofabitch” Sean muttered to himself before calling out “What do think is going to happen to these girls Jeremy? You know how these guys are.. You KNOW who we're in business with. I NEED you to keep em in line.” Jeremy waved his hand in the air, not looking back as he started walking away “Those girls made their choice” Said Jeremy. “Yeah... They did, and so did Reagan!” Retorted Sean. The statement made Jeremy stop dead in his tracks. Not because he agreed with Sean, more that he couldn't believe Sean had said it. Jeremy turned around and started walking back towards the counter “You Fucker! Reagan isn't ANYTHING like these girls.. And she sure as hell doesn't deserve this shit!” Said Jeremy as if he were getting ready to deck Sean. “No... Fuck that. These girls step through the door on their own looking for work. That is EXACTLY what Reagan did. Doesn't matter why she did it. Shes not a kid, she got into this with her eyes wide open.” Said Sean, seeing the anger rising on Jeremy's face, possibly due to the fact that Sean was making sense. Sean continued “I'm not trying to piss you off... But getting yourself and her killed isn't good for anyone” Said Sean with a slightly calmer voice. Jeremy slammed his hands against the counter “Well what the fuck SHOULD I do huh Sean? Just pretend she isn't being raped and beaten in some dark hole while I help you take care of the club?” Sean picked up the shot glass and downed the contents again, placing the empty glass onto the counter. “No.. Listen.. Just fucking listen to me for a second here.. I'll tell you everything I know. No strings attached... I'm going to trust you... I've trusted you all these years.. You care about these girls despite what you're telling yourself now.. You care about them just like you care about Megan.. Err. Reagan.. Whatever her name is.. I'm going to tell you, and trust you to play it smart.” Said Sean with another deep sigh, having no choice but to tell him the truth.

“Tony has her.. I don't know where.. But he knows more about her than we do.. With that guy I know better than to ask question.. But fuck.. A girl like Reagan doesn't just disappear like this without some powerful people being involved. Think about it.. The paper she works for.. You don't think they went to the cops? The article pretty much tells us that the cops weren't any help, the cops sure as hell didn't come knocking at our door even though the fuckers NAMED us.. You somehow rescue her.. You think these guys are just going to let her walk after what they've done to her? After all she fucking knows about em? They can get to her.. ANYWHERE at ANY fucking time...” Said Sean, the frustration in his voice was clear as if the truth wasn't any comfort to him either. Jeremy had planned a retort, his mind had been made up about what he was going to do, however having it all laid out with everything Sean had said... It made sense.. Yet... Jeremy just couldn't let it go.. Even if it was just in front of Sean he had to say something.. He had to DO something. Jeremy reached under his jacket, a moment later there was a loud clang on the glass counter as he placed the Desert Eagle on the counter, pulling his hand away a moment later “I'll find em... I'll find em all and do what I gotta do to keep that girl safe” Said Jeremy, sounding dead serious. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! PUT THAT SHIT AWAY!” Demanded Sean as if he were scolding a child. “This isn't a fucking movie where you go in guns blazing, kill the bad guy and save the girl.. This is a dirty.. Dirty fucking world Jer.. Ain't none of us getting out clean.. This... Fucking asshole at the newspaper who wrote the article.. Its a fucking miracle she isn't dead already. Just the fact that they're STILL keeping her alive tells us just how dangerous these fuckers are.” Said Sean.

Jeremy reached out for his gun and pulled it back, staring at it as if contemplating what to do, for the first time in a while he felt lost.. Just.. Completely lost. “So.. What do you want to do Sean? What do you want ME to do?” Said Jeremy in a somewhat defeated tone. Sean reached under the counter and pulled out another shot glass, filling it up and then sliding it across the counter. “Reagan was a reporter right? She clearly has information... Information that threatens these guys.. Which makes her dangerous to them.. Even if she passed this info onto us, I doubt we'd be able to do much before they take us out too..” Sean paused to rub his temple. Sean wasn't good at this... Being the guy that thought things through in that way. On any given day his biggest problem was keeping a club full of pervs happy, worst case being Freddy.. This however.. This was something different altogether. Just talking about it could get him killed if the wrong person found out, yet there he was.. Thanks to Jeremy being roped into the 'Save Reagan' squad.. Sean continued “What WE are going to do is get a message out to her that we're working on it.. As far as Tony is concerned he can trust me... What I want YOU to do is play it cool.. I don't know who else is involved in this but Tony has people fucking everywhere.. We trust each other and no one else.. I mean NO ONE” Said Sean. Jeremy reluctantly gave a nod though deep down a part of him still wanted to track Reagan down and go in guns blazing. “No.. That shit isn't going to cut it Jer.. This is going to get hairy.. If we wanna do this.. We're gonna have to watch Reagan suffer.. I mean REALLY suffer. You won't like it.. But you gotta remember, its FOR her.. Just like the girls with Freddie.. You got it?” asked Sean, though in reality there was no going back for either of them no matter what Jeremy's response would have been. Jeremy tucked the Desert Eagle back in his jacket as he reached for the shot glass and emptied it in one giant gulp. “I dono... I dono.. I need.. To see her...” Said Jeremy.

It wasn't exactly the answer that Sean had wanted but it'd do.. Hell it was better than the alternative. “And you will. Tony wants it to be business as usual.. So.. Tomorrow we open for business again. I need you at the door. We keep it busy, we keep he girls working.. Let Tony think that we've moved on. I'm sure I can convince him to get some face time with Reagan. For now.. That's the plan, and I can't do it without you... Can I count on you?” Asked Sean. Jeremy didn't say anything, instead he grabbed the vodka bottle off the table, turned and started walking away “I'll be here when we open..” Jeremy said flatly as he pressed the bottle against his lips.. It was going to be a long night for Jeremy.. The dirt and grime he felt on his soul wouldn't be washed away anytime soon.....

Sean let out a sigh of relief as Jeremy walked away. Sean still had no way of knowing what Jeremy would do, once again all he could do was hope that he'd talked some sense into him. It was true that Sean had been honest with Jeremy, more than he had planned to anyway... Yet... Sean hadn't told Jeremy everything.. For example that Soon enough Reagan would be having her own meeting with Freddie....





Jessica wasn't pretending to be nonchalant and non responsive to Reagan. Jessica was fully aware of who Reagan was, where they were, and why they were there, or at least Jessica knew why SHE was there. Unlike Reagan who was just starting her training, Jessica had been through all of it already. The daily physical, sexual, as well as psychological abuse from Tony as well as various other members of the gang. On top of that the various drugs that she'd been forced to take.. The toll had been one that caused a change in Jessica's persona. After the things she had experienced, the things she had done, she knew there was no going back. The filth of the streets, and of those men was something that was a part of her. At first she had hated Tony, as well as the vile acts she was forced to do, but after a while... When there is no change, no rescue, not a single friendly face, a change happened. For Jessica it was acceptance, not just of the situation but of the men, and of Tony ultimately. Jessica remembered how her and Reagan were friends, though it felt more like memories from a past life, or perhaps from a movie she'd seen ages ago. Having experienced everything Reagan would most likely go through, a part of Jessica felt sorry for her. Though for the most part her loyalty was to Tony.

Finally when Jessica was done with her hair she gave herself a quick once over in the mirror. She wasn't quite glowing but the look would do, after all there was no need to doll herself up unless Tony requested it. She then turned her attention to Reagan, who was just standing there practically in tears. Jessica had heard every word that Reagan had said, and when she spoke, the words themselves would have been the same even if Tony had been standing right there. “This... Is home” Jessica sad casually as if it wasn't something that she had to give thought to. The words had just rolled off her tongue. “You.. Are going to be fine baby” Jessica said calmly as she walked over to Reagan. She was about to say something when she scrunched her nose “Oh god baby we need to get that smell of sex off you. Get those clothes off I'll run you a bath okay?” Said Jessica as she turned and made her way into the bathroom. A moment later the water came rushing on. Jessica adjusted the warmth of the water flowing into the tub as she tossed a few bath beads in the water.

Reagan had followed Jessica into the bathroom though she hadn't undressed. Jessica stood up and turned to Reagan as the water continued to fill up. “Don't worry baby, you don't have to worry about me hurting you okay?” Jessica said calmly as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. She walked around Reagan and unzipped the back of her dress, gently she slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor around her. The first thing that Jessica noticed was the marks on Reagan's body, though for Jessica it wasn't a rare sight. To anyone else it would have been a display of a body that had been used, and abused to a very painful extent. If she'd walked into the ER in the state Reagan was in they would have admitted her right away. Jessica's own body had been abused far worse than what she'd seen on Reagan. The only real advice she could offer to her former friend was to say “Baby.. They'll do what they want.. You can cry... And scream... And beg.. It won't make a difference.. But its okay... I.... I don't know how long you've been here, but after a while... You get used to it, you'll even start to like it... To crave it...” Said Jessica as her gaze trailed off as if her mind was reminiscing about a fond memory with a lover. Jessica's gaze returned back to Reagan's, and from the look in Reagan's eyes Jessica could see that there had been moments that she'd enjoyed. A look of shame and disgust that Jessica remembered seeing on her own face in those early days when she looked in the mirror. Jessica just gave a soft smile “Its nothing to be ashamed of baby.. You WANT to like it... Its better that way” Said Jessica with the same void in her gaze as if she were no longer a complete person, but more a reflection of what men wanted her to be.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Reagan most definitely did NOT want to like it. Any of it. And she hadn't. Except the few times she felt herself filled like never before and knew she had never been so wet before beneath a man. A tear fell down her face at the idea that such pleasure was even possible, and the idea of who she might be. It pained her very core to see Jessica on their side, enjoying her place, accepting her place. As she heard the water run, she felt dirty once more, dirtier perhaps than she had felt before. She ran her hands over some of the bruises, along her hips and her wrists, and a moment later, she became wracked with a full body sob, as she finally broke in a way she never had. Her being crumbled inside her, knowing she would never see her family, her father, her apartment, or her beloved writer's room at the paper. Jeremy's face flitted across her closed, wet eyes, and she even felt awful knowing she would never get to tell him who she was and why she had been there, leaving him to forever think she was just one more call girl whore that crossed his path as so many did at the Rabbit.

Moments later, she found herself in the tub of warm water, not even realizing just how she got there, knowing only how good it felt to her body, and how bad her body had felt for what seemed like so long. It was the first time since falling into the darkness that she felt clean, though she would never feel whole again. She decided to stay as long as she could. As Jessica left the room, she pondered her words.

"They'll do what they want. You can cry. And scream. And beg. It won't make a difference." New tears fell. What more could they want? She thought.

"After a while, you get used to it, you'll even start to like it...to crave it.” Reagan couldn't imagine craving the terrible abuse she had taken since she had arrived and the disgusting things the men in Tony's circle could do.

I will NEVER want this, she thought. She pulled her knees to her chest in the warm water, then buried her eyes in her arms, sobbing again, sobbing until she could no longer sob and the water had grown cold around her. She proceeded to clean herself as best she could, knowing well she would sleep tonight feeling all of the men she had been with on top of, around, and inside her, if she slept at all. As she dried off, she stepped out of the bathroom, finding the bedroom empty, wondering where Jessica had gone. She took time to shave her legs, feeling cleaned up and noticed new clothes on the dresser...a simple pair of short cotton shorts and a small, rather form fitting short sleeved shirt that barely came to the top of the shorts. She put them on and felt comfortable in the cool bedroom air, then walked to the window, looking over the city. She wondered if anyone was still looking for her, seeing only the darkness below and thinking only of the darkness in the building where she was. She looked around for a weapon, anything she could use the next time Lester or Tony or Walker showed up. She thought she could take him out, whoever it might be, a small victory of her own before she was no doubt punished by being treated the way should would have been treated anyway. But there would be no consolation, as she saw nothing she could use. Her mind went to wonder what time it was, knowing only for sure that it was getting late. The bed was made, she was clean for what seemed like the first time all over again, and there was nobody in the room to rape her. She decided to take advantage of what might be a unique chance to sleep, and went to bed.

**********

"Is Tony back?" Jessica asked Lester as she made her way to the floor where Tony stayed and did his business.

"Not yet," the henchman reported. "Aren't you supposed to be with the girl?" He asked.

"She's locked up for the night," Jessica said. "Can you let me in his room?" She asked. Lester looked curious.

"What for?" Jessica's lips spread into a coy smile as she stepped closer to Lester.

"Les," she said, her hand running over his shoulder, then his neck and into his hair. "You know why." The man grinned.

"Nobody's supposed to be in there," he said.

"Les," she said again, her voice lilting into a sing song tone. "It's been SO long since I've gotten to see Tony....just me and him. Please? I'll take care of you next week anytime you want if you just let me in to wait for him." Les pressed her to commit to her offer briefly, and moments later, she was inside, where she stripped down to a small shirt over some panties, then laid upon Tony's bed, turning on the television to await him, as if she were the queen to his kingdom.

**********

The tattoo on the man's arm looked familiar. An elaborate snake with a couple of dark, deep red x's along its back. It wrapped from around the outer side of the elbow, over the forearm and around again, with the head of the snake covering the full and complete top of the hand, as the hand gripped the girl's smooth skin running along her hip and above her thigh, as his body slapped repeatedly into hers, making her mewl and groan around the cock in her mouth. The vision of the video he had seen raced across Roger's mind and he turned to Jeff, now sitting to his left with a baseball cap pulled low across his eyes to avoid any recognition.

"You see that?" Roger said, nodding in the direction of some kitchen worker that appeared from the back with a rack of clean glasses. "We're in the right place." Jeff had released an article discussing the Rabbit.

"Yeah, I know...this is the place she was at," he said.

"No," Roger replied. "Guy's tattoo is like..." his voice choked up a tiny bit. "Like in the video." Jeff gave a solemn nod.

"You think that guy..."

"No...it's not the same....but similar. Gangs mark themselves," Roger continued. "That's no coincidence." Jeff nodded again. "But that guy ain't talkin'. And I'm guessing the manager of a place like this ain't sayin' shit about his girls or the guys that come in here, else he won't be in business long." Jeff followed eagerly, wanting to know where Jeff was going with this. "So who talks?" Reagan's dad continued. Jeff gave no answer, letting the string run its course. "These dumb girls talk," Roger said. A moment later, Roger nodded toward a tiny blonde, not so different than Reagan herself.

"Hey fellas," the girl said as she approached.

"What's your name?" Roger asked.

"I am Crystal," she said, sitting down.

"You guys got a champagne room?" Roger continued. Crystal's eyes grew wide for a moment. Guys who avoided small talk wanted something, and usually it wasn't pleasant for her, and yet she had both a job and club rules. The customer is always right.

"Yes," she said.

"How much?" Roger asked.

"Roger, wait," Jeff said before Roger put his hand up abruptly.

"How much?"

"Fifty per dance," the girl said.

"Anything negotiable?" He asked. Jeff was amazed and wondered how much time Roger had spent in strip clubs, but attributed it to Roger's earlier days in the military.

"It's fifty per dance," Crystal said, knowing the rule prohibited such negotiations on the ballroom floor. Roger stood up and took Crystal by the arm. "Hey!" she said, careful not to draw attention.

"Let's go," Roger said. He began stepping toward the private booths near the stage. Crystal squirmed and tried to pull away, yelping slightly, knowing she was about to have an unpleasant time backstage. Across the room, Claire noticed the small commotion and buzzed the bouncer over the com system.

"Jer, Crystal's got a problem!" she said, before making her way out from behind the bar. In a moment, and before Roger made it to the booths, Jeremy intercepted him and Crystal.

"Let her go," he said. Roger, noticing he still had the tiny girl in his paw, not realizing his angry demeanor and gruff actions in the fog of trying to find his daughter, immediately released his grip, and Crystal marched away into the main area and toward where Claire stood, arms crossed, making sure the situation resolved. "You need to leave, sir," Jeremy said. Roger's hand's went up.

"I'm...wait....I just need to talk to," he stammered.

"You need to leave," the bouncer said, aware of the weapon tucked neatly into the back of his waistband, unwilling to put it away, even for work, knowing the things he knew.

"Can I," Roger began.

"You can leave or I'm calling the police," Jeremy said. Roger dropped his shoulders, turned, and headed to the door, as Jeremy followed. From across the room, Jeff watched the events unfold, then slowly stood and walked the outer perimeter intending to meet Roger at the door. Together, they stepped into the entry vestibule, then toward the front door, as Jeremy took his place at the front entry stand. He kept his eyes on the two men, glaring to make the point that they needed to leave and would not be allowed back in tonight. Roger turned back toward him.

"Can you tell me," he said.

"I am telling you to leave," Jeremy said. "Now."

"I'm looking for Reag...." he blurted before Jeff started pushing him out the door.

"I'm very sorry," Jeff said, getting Roger through the door. Jeremy paused and wondered if he heard correctly, checked to make sure the main room was back to normal, then stepped slowly toward the door to look and see if the men were still nearby. As they walked to their car, Jeff lectured Reagan's dad.

"Roger, we do NOT know who knows what or who is in on this thing," he said. "You have to be careful and you cannot just TELL people that we are looking for her," he continued. "You'll get us killed! Then who's going to..." his words were interrupted by a voice from behind them.

"I know where she is," Jeremy said. The men turned around, eyes wide. "I mean...I don't. But I think I know who has her."

 

[Evolutions]

Both Roger and Jeff looked at one another, then back to the young man that had all but kicked them out of the club. It was uncharted territory for all three of them. “We can't talk here.. Its not safe. We close up around 4am. There's a bar on the other end of the city called Mystic Peak, I'll meet you two there around 4:30.” Said Jeremy. It was way past peak hours so the club as well as the parking lot was relatively empty, however Jeff moved a little closer to Jeremy and asked “Who are you, and why should we trust you?” Jeremy was already starting to get a little antsy as he looked around, though there wasn't anyone else in sight. “If I was involved in this..” Said Jeremy before correcting himself “If I was involved with what happened to her, you two would already be dead.. I don't know how deep this shit goes.. My name is Jeremy.. Just... Just meet me at the bar alright? And do NOT fucking come back here!” Said Jeremy as he slowly started to back up, then turned and started walking back towards the club.

The waited in the parking lot until Jeremy had disappeared altogether. “Think we can trust him?” Jeff said to Roger, more wanting to just hear the words out loud than to actually hear what Roger thought. “We're going to get my little girl back, even if it kills me. Right now this Jeremy guy is our only shot.. Come on.. Lets go check out this bar hes talking about.. Mystic Peak?” Said Roger. “Y-yeah... Yeah you're right” Replied Jeff not wanting to get Roger anymore worked up as he pulled out his iphone and got on google map to figure out where this Mystic Peak club was located.

It wasn't until Jeff and Roger got to the bar that they realized it was a gay bar “Smart..” Said Jeff as the two gained entry to the bar. “What do you mean?” Asked Roger. Once inside Jeff looked around for a moment, after which he found and empty booth for the two of them. The men sat opposite one another, the techno music blaring as Jeff leaned forward over the table as Roger did the same. “Think about it.. The kind of guys that have to be involved with this.. You're not going to see em at a place like this, not just that... Anyone like that would stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this.” Explained Jeff. “Yeah.. We'll have to see whats what when this kid shows up” Replied Roger. They were going out on a limb by meeting Jeremy at the location he had chosen, however that didn't mean Roger trusted Jeremy even for a second.


It was a situation that Jeremy would have liked some backup with, especially since he seemed to be the only one who had the slightest clue as to what they were up against, and as much as he had always thought he could count on Sean, it seemed this was the one instance where Sean had chosen the wrong side. Jeremy made no mention of the rowdy customers to Sean as the club closed up for the night, and instead of engaging in small talk with Claire and some of the other dances like he usually did, instead Jeremy was out the door. It was closer to 5am when Jeremy actually made it to the bar, and once inside it didn't take him long at all to spot the two men from earlier as they didn't exactly look or dress the part of the regular patrons of the gay bar. Jeremy walked over to the booth and sat down on Jeff's side. Roger wasted no time as he asked “So.. You said you knew who had Reagan.. Out with it.”

“You're the dad.. I get that” Said Jeremy as he looked at Roger, he then turned to Jeff “You.. Who are you?” asked Jeremy. Jeff was a little uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going, after all realistically they had no idea who this kid was, and now he was trying to dig for information about them? The rational side of Jeff's mind was telling him not to trust this kid, that he could very easily have been one of the guys involved in Reagan's kidnapping.. At the same time the fact that Jeff felt responsible for Reagan's current predicament was weighing on him. The longer they fucked around the less of a chance they'd have of finding Reagan alive. Once a girl goes missing the chances of finding her at all after the first twenty four hours was very slim. In Reagan's case that time period had long passed. As risky as it was this kid was the only lead they had. “I'm Jeff Miller, owner of The Glowing Truth, I'm Reagan's boss.” Said Jeff. “Shit.. Right... I read the article.. Had no idea she was a reporter, but I knew damn well that girl didn't belong at a place like The Rabbit. Gutsy move writing that article... But I gotta say if you hadn't published it I would have no idea she was missing.. “ Said Jeremy.

Before Jeremy could continue Roger jumped in with “I'm glad we're all getting to know each other, but my girl is still out there.. So lets cut the shit and you tell us what you know exactly.” The words were blunt and to the point. As Jeremy sat there he couldn't believe that it was Sean's words that were going through his mind.. It was Sean who had said 'A girl like Reagan doesn't just disappear like this without some powerful people being involved. Think about it.. The paper she works for.. You don't think they went to the cops? The article pretty much tells us that the cops weren't any help, the cops sure as hell didn't come knocking at our door even though the fuckers NAMED us..' Jeremy hadn't thought much of it then as he was seeing red, the news of Reagan was brand new and Jeremy really had no real time to process the reality around that fact.. Now that he thought about it... Sean was actually right.. Whatever had happened to Reagan, it didn't end with Tony. The problem being that Jeremy had no idea just how deep the web was..

The two men sat there as Jeremy told the two how he had come to know Reagan, from how she'd walked in looking for a waitress job, to the incidents that had taken place after, as well as the rather mysterious circumstances in which she had disappeared. Once done Jeremy turned to Jeff and said “This Tony guy is bad news.. Even if you news fuckers don't write about it.. Everyone knows about the gangs here and how they have their roots into everything. This Tony guy is running this shit..” Jeff shook is head “No.. No that doesn't make sense.. I know how these guys operate.. Sure they have their own little corner that they control, but this thing.. We KNOW Reagan is missing, but no one is doing anything about... Anywhere.. I've reached out.. Past the local precinct.. It's like.. There's radio silence all across the board.. I don't care how bad you thinks this... Tony guy is.. No one has THAT kind of pull.” Said Jeff.

Roger slammed his fist against the dark table, hard enough to make the glasses of water twitch, the water within swishing gently from side to side before resting at its normal state. “None of this changes what we have to do. So this Tony guy has her, we find her, and we TAKE her back” Roger said in a combative tone. Jeremy sighed as he held up both his hands for a moment, signaling Roger to calm down. “Look.. Yes.. I told you that Tony has her, but I didn't say I knew where she was.. Or how we could even get to her. His gang has a ton of territories in the city, a few of which the cops don't even go to... It is ALL gang territory. This isn't the kind of shit you see in the movies, forget about being a member, none of us even LOOK like we're gang members. You know those 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of guys? Well.. These guys just shoot.. They don't ask questions.. At all. Could I tell you where some of these strongholds are? Sure.. Half the fucking city could.. Doesn't mean the three of us would last more than ten seconds.” Said Jeremy, trying to relay the reality of the situation that Reagan was in.

“I've heard similar shit from this guy” Roger said as he motioned with his head towards Jeff as he continued “You tell us you know who has her, but then you don't know where. You think you know where she could be, but we can't go look there. What exactly is YOUR plan here?” Asked Roger, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. What he thought could have been a lead was now starting to sound like a very dead end. It was almost the same thing he had to go through with Roger when the two of them had first started going down that particular road. Roger was almost starting to think he'd get better results on his own.

While Roger was seeing red, Jeff having lived in the city almost his whole life could see the truth behind what Jeremy was saying. In the short period of time Jeff had spent with Roger, he could tell what Roger was thinking, that he wanted his daughter so badly that he would blindly throw his own life away. Something that would help no one, least of all Reagan. Roger also wouldn't listen to the same thing that Jeremy had said, even if it was coming out of Jeff's mouth.

Jeff cleared his throat “Roger.. He's right.. This isn't just about finding her. This is about getting her out safely. We need an exit strategy. She must know something these guys don't want her to know, and this is obviously bigger than strippers and hookers. If the cops are in on this, if there is something bigger here.. Getting Reagan out won't do any good. I'm sure they can get to her anywhere.” Said Jeff. Roger wasn't sure what pissed him off more, the fact that they were suggesting they bide their time, or the fact that everything said was actually true.. Roger swing his hand across the table, sending the two glasses of water flying as they hit the wall beside the booth and shattered into pieces. Roger was breathing heavy, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he stood up. “You're right Jeff...” Said Roger as he paused to catch his breath. “Yeah.. We'll just wait. What can we do but let my baby girl continue to get raped right? They'll just get to her even if she gets out!” Said Roger, not bothering to wait for a response as he started walking out, not wanting to be reasoned with, and definitely not wanting them to talk him out of his anger.

There wasn't much Jeff nor Jeremy could do other than watch as Roger stormed out. “Do we have to worry about that guy? I wanna get M-Reagan back as much as you do.. This thing is fucked enough as it is, even if we do get her out.. I don't wanna be the one to tell her that her old man bit the big one trying to save her..” Jeff sighed as he rubbed his temple in frustration “No.. He just.. He's running on no sleep... These fuckers They...” Jeff paused, not quite sure if he should disclose the information about the tape that had been sent, after all it would have been tough enough for Reagan to endure what she was enduring, but it would be worse for her to know that the tape that had been made was being passed around from person to person.. However.. It wasn't like Jeff had much choice.. “The guys that took here.. They sent us this tape.. A tape of Reagan getting gang raped... You never see her face or the face of any of the men but... It was her... Roger saw it.. So you gotta understand why a plan involving waiting isn't exactly on the top of his list since he knows exactly what is happening to her every second shes out there.. I don't think any father would take it well..” Said Jeff.. There disco music continued to blare in the club however the two men sat silently for a few moments.. Jeremy knew the kind of men that his particular industry attracted, so while it didn't surprise him that Reagan was being raped, it still had an impact on him. After all Jeremy was in love with her, even if he hadn't quite admitted it to himself.. She was being raped, beaten, and God knew what else.. He wished he really COULD just swoop in like a superhero and rescue her, to make everything okay... That however wasn't reality..

“He just needs some time to cool off.. He's pissed now, but he knows going in guns blazing isn't a smart call.. After he gets some sleep I'll talk to him.. But you gotta give me something here...” Said Jeff. Jeremy gave a nod, “I can do that.. I wouldn't have come to you guys if I didn't have something.. There's this guy.. A fucking lowlife but he has some juice.. He always had a thing for Reagan.. The kind of fucker who doesn't take no for an answer... He read about Reagan being missing, and even he was smart enough to put two and to two together and figured my boss was involved somehow.. He wants Reagan back at the rabbit, but what he really wants is to fuck her..” Said Jeremy, in a way almost relieved that Roger was gone so he could talk bluntly and not have to worry about censoring himself in order to not hurt the feelings of an already tortured father. Jeremy continued “My boss is connected with Tony.. I dono what's gonna happen.. This guy who is into Reagan.. He is connected, enough to make trouble.. But still a small fry compared to someone like Tony.. So... Either Tony will set up some kinda meeting for him and Reagan... Or.. Tony will just get rid of the lowlife.. I'm going to make a move on my boss.. I've been with him since the beginning.. When I first heard about what happened to her.. I kinda... Well.. I didn't take it well.. My boss trusts me.. I just gotta show him that I've cooled down, that my head is in the game.. So.. When something goes down with Reagan.. I'll be there.. I have NO fucking idea what we're going to do if I can get Reagan's whereabouts.. We're gonna have to plan it out though.. Who knows what they really have planned for her.. If they do let her stick her head out.. You can bet it won't happen again for a loooong time...” Said Jeremy.. Something that Jeff was in complete agreement with as he had some inkling of how men like Tony must work. “No no.. This is good.. Between you, me, and Roger.. We can make a move on Reagan.. Especially if they have no idea we're coming.” Said Jeff.



Becky was fresh on Tony's mind as he drove away from Sean's house. The girl was cute, young, and from the way she acted entirely untouched. A part of him wanted to take the girl in, pull away layer after layer until she was completely his, while another part wanted to indulge in her innocence. As delicious of a distraction that Becky was, Tony still had more pressing matters that required the attention of his mind. Specifically Freddy and what to do about him. He was intrenched in his world enough to where even someone like him was afforded some lip service, and at the same time a man like Freddy was just another cog in the machine. He was important, yes, however not entirely irreplaceable. Obsession was something that Tony had a good understanding of, especially when it came in the form of a man being obsessed with women.

One of Tony's gifts was being able to read people, when he looked at a high class John he could usually tell exactly what that man was after. Did he want someone young and tight to do the things his wife wouldn't do? Did he want to do things to a girl that he couldn't do his daughter? Or did the man simply want to rough up and abuse a girl for his own sexual gratification? Tony had just about seen it all, just as Tony catered to just about all the needs the men had. In Tony's experience the more money a man had, the more depraved his desires were.. Walker was a good example for sure. Tony had no idea the thing Walker had going on with his niece, however once Walker had confided the fact that he even had his niece under his thumb, it didn't surprise him in the least. A man like Walker didn't have any moral boundaries. For him it was a simple matter of his appetite, and the amount of money that would cost to sate his appetite. It was a mantra that Walker seemed to follow in all walks of life. His love life, his business, and lastly his sex life.

Freddy.. Was definitely a man obsessed, and the object of his obsession was Reagan. Sure he might rough her up, but he wasn't the kind of man to do any real kind of damage. After all Tony was familiar with Freddy's M.O. at The Rabbit, his tendencies towards being rough and demanding with the girls that worked there. While Tony had no problem with Reagan working the stage at The Rabbit, the timing was all wrong. Legally speaking Tony was still very vulnerable, which was why he had Reagan hidden away. Even if he arranged for a private show for Freddy at The Rabbit, Tony was sure he couldn't trust Freddy to keep his mouth shut as bragging was one of his more predominant traits. Tony also didn't trust Freddy enough to bring him back to The Pit. If squeezed Freddy was the type of man who would fold under the presser.. No.. Tony would need a more elegant solution to the Freddy problem, and for the time being it seemed the only real option he had was to set up a private fuck session for Freddy that was neither at The Rabbit or at the gang stronghold. As Tony pulled up against the building that Reagan was in he pulled out his phone and sent Sean a quick text 'I'll set up something for Freddy tomorrow night. Not at The Rabbit. I'll text you the address tomorrow, have someone you trust bring Freddy. He'll get Reagan for the night.'

Once inside Tony's attention was needed by multiple members, a lot of which inquiring about the next gangrape session with their newest captive. Under normal circumstances when a girl went into 'training' she was essentially given to the gang until THEY were satisfied. Reagan was a unique case where Tony was giving her personal attention, something that majority of the members weren't too thrilled about given that Reagan was the tightest piece of ass that had come through in quite some time. They might not have liked it, however there wasn't all that much choice they had in the matter. Tony reassured them that Reagan had a lot of 'training' left and soon enough she'll be at their mercy. By the time Tony had taken care of everything else and got to the top floor it was over thirty minutes later.

Even though Tony was almost close to exhausted the first stop he made was to the room Reagan was in. Even in an exhausted state there was something about that girl. A man wandering through the desert all day, finding Reagan and and a vending machine filled with water, would be too tempted by Reagan to go for the water first, no matter how great his thirst was. He opened the door and entered the dark room. He flipped on the light switch, laying his eyes on Reagan.. She was out cold... It was the most peaceful he had seen her, of course that wasn't much of a surprise as everything he had put her through the only moment of peace that she could attain was while unconscious. “Sleep it off.. You've got a very busy day coming up..” Tony said softly, too soft to wake her up.

While Reagan was heavily fortified and Tony knew she wasn't going anywhere, he'd left her in Jessica's care so to speak, and she was nowhere in sight. He had no doubt she was entertaining some of the gang members somewhere in the building, which was fine under normal circumstances, however he made a mental note to punish her when he tracked her down for disobeying him. Tony exited the room that Reagan was in and made the short trip over to his. His shirt already off as it had been a long day, the plan at hand was to take a shower and get some rest. As he entered the dark room the television was already on, though the volume not too loud. It wasn't until he flipped on the light switch that he saw Jessica on the bed. She was on her stomach, feet twiddling in the air as she watched whatever was on the screen. As the light flipped on she rolled onto her back and gave a coy grin “Mmm hey boss...” Said Jessica seductively.

“Goddammit little girl.. You know no one is supposed to be in here” Said Tony as he walked over to the bed. “Mmmhmm, remember the last time I was bad?” She said again playfully. Tony knew exactly what she wanted, which was to say she wanted to get fucked HARD, but specifically by him. Tony grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her down to the bottom of the bed. As he did her shirt rode all the way up, bringing into sight the sheer red thong she had on underneath. The thong being the only thing she was wearing under the shirt.

As worn out as Tony was he spent the next two hours using and abusing Jessica in every way imaginable. His hands found themselves on her breasts, her ass, her cheeks.. Even wrapped around her neck, every moment of which Jessica was in pure ecstasy. Once Tony had worn out Jessica he more or less collapsed on top of her for the next few hours.

By the time Jessica woke up Tony was gone, however the ache she felt all over her body, as well as the brand new marks that were left behind made sure that his presence was still felt. There was a note taped on the television screen that read. - 'You're on Reagan duty today not Lester. Let the boys fuck around with her for a few hours. By 6pm I want her all cleaned up and ready for her date. Lester will drive her out.'

 

[CarnivalBarker]

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The blinds drew up and the sun flooded the room with light and Reagan gave a groan as she rolled to her stomach to squint through the blindness until her eyes adjusted to see who was there.

"Time to get up, sunshine," Jessica's voice rang out through the bright glare. "You have a busy day." The girl walked toward the bed as Reagan fought exhaustion to just sit on the edge of the bed, facing the other direction. She stretched and yawned, not quite able to wake up, the morning having been thrust upon her too abruptly. She could only imagine the terror that constituted a "busy day." She looked to her left as Jessica swung around the foot of the bed, moving toward her. "Here," she said, her arm outstretched, holding a silky, crimson piece of cloth. "Put this on." Reagan took it from her and unfolded it to find a small charmeuse with black trim along the spaghetti straps and the hem that would barely reach to the very tops of her thighs. Reagan dropped her hands, holding it in her lap, feeling her eyes well with tears for what had to be the hundredth time since she had found herself in the Rinkhals' grasp.

"Help me," she mumbled, barely more than a whisper.

"Come on," Jessica said. "I have to get you downstairs in twenty minutes." Reagan looked up at her, holding back more tears and pleading with her eyes.

"Jessica, help me," her chin quivered as her body already began feeling the phantom pains, the twists, the stretching, that would all too soon become reality. There would be no breakfast, no coffee, only the expectation that she wake up and immediately service Tony's men. She hated them. She hated him. She hated herself for getting where she had gotten. She watched Jessica stand before her, then watched her cross her arm, the look on her face revealing no sympathy to the pathetic piece of flesh that she now was to everyone in the building, perhaps in the world. "I don't want to go," she whimpered. Jessica listened closely, then stepped forward and, for the first time, taking a harsh tone with a girl she had once known who had originally only had the best of intentions. Taking Reagan's chin in her hand, she directed the girl's eyes to gaze into her own.

"Listen, bitch," Jessica snarled. "I am not going to tell you again. You are going downstairs, and you are going to take everything the boys there want to give you. If you don't, then I will bring them here. But I am not going to piss off Tony because you have not seen the worst yet and when you do I promise you that you will not want to piss him off either. And in this case, it's gonna be your ass, not mine." She shoved her hand, turning Reagan's face away, emphatically leaving her point to fall against the silence of the room, as she pulled her hand away. "Now put that on or else I'm going to let Lester pierce you before you go see Freddy." Reagan's attention caught at the name.

"Freddy?" She asked, her reporter's instinct telling her to play dumb.

"Oh, you haven't met Freddy?" Jessica asked, rhetorically. "Well he's your date tonight," she said. "In with the mayor," she continued. "Likes his girls to be, well, innocent.....fresh. You're going to give him what he wants because when the mayor's people tell us to jump, we simply make sure we land on the right cock when we do, or else they take down all of Tony's operation and someone worse moves in. But I promise you as bad as it's going to be, you don't want to show up at Freddy's with rings in your ears, much less your eyebrow, your nose, or your labia." Reagan winced at the thought. And she knew exactly who Freddy was. It had to be Fred Parker, the Mayor's top political director with whom she was already perhaps too intimately familiar. She shivered at the thought of being near him once more, knowing how their last interlude had ended. "Now put that on and let's go," Jessica said. Reagan allowed the tears in her eyes to slowly drop, only one from each eye, down her cheeks, doing her best to be brave as she slowly removed the shirt she had slept in and replacing it with the charmeuse. She stood slowly and pushed her shorts down from her hips, allowing the lingerie to fall just past her hips, only barely covering her ass. She stepped out of the shorts she had just removed, then stood before her captor's minion. She brushed her hair behind her ears and then wiped her eyes as she took a deep breath.

"I need to fix my hair," Reagan said, enough vanity still within to dictate her requests.

"Your hair doesn't matter," Jessica said, stepping back and then toward the door to the unit. She opened it and leaned outside enough to speak, her eyes remaining on Reagan. "Lester!" She said, tersely, but not loud, as if the man was very nearby in the hallway, which he of course was. She opened the door and revealed Lester and three other men, each of which looked vaguely familiar from the time she had spent in the pit. "Get her back here by noon," Jessica told the henchman. "I don't care what you boys do with her." She paused to look back at the reporter. "Neither does Tony."

******​

Morning turned to early afternoon and the girl laid on her bed, bare feet and legs lifted to rest along the headboard of the bed, a pose of boredom and rest as she simply killed a day with little else at hand. In one hand she held her telephone and in the other a simple business card.

Angelo Cannavale. Executive Director. Finnerty Foundation for Government Affairs.

She wondered who Angelo Cannavale was. She wondered why the guy in her father's living room the day before had gotten the card of Mr. Angelo Cannavale. She wondered why the name had been scratched out. She wondered what kind of Government Affairs. She dialed the number, ignoring the one that had been written in it's place by the man her dad had called "Tony."

"Who is this?" A voice answered on the other end of the line. Becky pulled away from the phone as if to ask who that person thought they were.

"Is this Angelo Cannavale?" She asked.

"WHO is this?" The voice repeated. Becky refused to budge.

"Tony gave me this number," she half-truthed. "How do you know him?" The agent on the other end of the call adjusted his headset and looked across the room at his partner, who pulled the call up on the room's intercom.

"Are you in any trouble?" the United States Marshal asked the girl.

"I.....no," Becky responded. "Who is this?" Before the agent could respond, she hung up. She raised the phone once more, curiosity unable to be pushed aside. She texted the number that Tony had written on the card.

Who are you? She asked. Already she had forgotten Angelo Cannavale. She did not know how many others had as well. The Marshal had not been given time to explain that Angelo's body had washed up in pieces along the shore of three states, or that he had gone missing after failing to collect a half million dollar contract he had with the city, who stood to redistribute the proceeds to the municipal fire, police, and administrative staff, such as the office of the Mayor. The agents wondered who "Tony" was, and they confirmed there had not been enough time to trace the call. It was the first lead they had on the investigation in weeks, but absent more, they had little to explore. Becky tossed the card on her dresser and began to get dressed, hoping to spend the afternoon at the mall. She didn't expect the person she had texted to respond. And she had no idea that across town, a missing girl not much older than herself was wishing she had never encountered the same man.