| "Yes boss, Stevie is just picking up the merchandise right now, the sedative will work quickly, we'll be with you within the hour. | Here she is boss, as ordered, where do you want her. Secure her to the pole in the red room, the auction is tonight, our guests will start arriving soon. Make her revealing, but don't remove her clothing for now.... |
| * I hate walking through the park at this time after my night shift. But the detour around the park costs me half an hour and I'm exhausted. Today the guests in the bar were particularly demanding. Normally I'm all alone when I walk this way, but now I hear footsteps behind me... oh well... I'm seeing ghosts... that's probably just a harmless jogger... * | |
| * Somehow I feel like the person behind me is picking up speed. I'd better speed up my pace too.* Man: “Miss... hello miss... please stop... I want to ask you something...” * Damn, he means me... if I run away now, it looks like I'm scared. But on the other hand, he said ‘please’... and just because I'm a little oversensitive ... maybe he needs help ... * | |
| * With my heart pounding, I decide to stop and the man reaches me and stops in front of me. * Man: “Miss, I wanted to ask you if I can kidnap and then torture and fuck you?” * What the fuck? ... * Amber: “What the fuck? Are you insane?” Man: “No... just business...” | |
| “Piss off” *... I hear myself say and want to continue, but then everything happens very quickly...* | |
| * Arms grab me from behind, the other guy grabs me by the arm... it all happened too fast for me to react in time. Despite the shock, I remembered my self-defense course.... * |
The problem with early AI-assist: The penis of the left guard has hair all over it. The penis of the right guard is an open hand.[Fixer]Bocamo Pt 7
Clearly the Dyke was running the show here. She dragged her off the contraption and held her in a head lock, forcing her to look at what the male officers were doing. They'd got their dicks out, she really didn't like where this was going...
She tried to protest, invoked the embassy again, to which, they just laughed.....
"No one knows you're here bitch"....."We can do what we want, for as long as we want.."
| Finally, the summer break had arrived! Sabrina watched her parents' house while they were away on a multi-week cruise. Not keen on spending that time all alone, she had invited Carolyn to join her. The college sophomores had become good friends during the last term. Carolyn, who lived on a farm in a rural area, was looking forward to exploring the city with Sabrina. The two girls fully intended to enjoy summer to its fullest! |
| Sabrina and Carolyn would have been concerned if they had noticed the pair of eyes watching them from a distance. They would have been outright alarmed if they had known that this pair of eyes belonged to Dillon Parker. Dillon James Parker, recently escaped from Marlowe County Jail, was wanted in four states on a range of charges, including kidnapping, unlawful confinement, sexual assault with a weapon and aggravated sexual assault. And the cops had never managed to link the dead chicks to him that he had just "disappeared." While driving by, Dillon had spotted the ginger-haired girl alone by herself on the porch. Immediately that familiar tingle sprang up: The hunter's urge! He had watched her for hours. There was no family around. Good! And even better: Now the prey was joined by another one, a juicy blonde! Nightfall couldn't come fast enough! |
Nightfall blanketed the suburban landscape with rose-coloured serenity. When all lights had gone out in the house except for one window, Dillon silently entered through the back door. This was not the first time for him to infiltrate a residence. When he wanted, he could be silent as a cat. From the hallway, he watched the two girls for a moment. Completely engrossed in their laptops, with some dialogue playing from a speaker, they were oblivious of his presence. Then he whispered: "Showtime!" "GET UP! NOW! SILENCE!" Dillon roared while bursting through the doorway, brandishing his pistol. Frozen in shocked surprise, the girls stared at him like a creature from a nightmare. He continued, with a controlled, menacing voice: "If you want to live, you do EXACTLY what I say. And be silent! Not a word! If you talk, or scream, you die." He waved his pistol towards the doorway: "Go ahead! Nice and slow. Keep your hands behind your head. No sound, and don't do anything stupid. Now MOVE!" |
| Dillon herded the two girls into the basement, carrying his bag of goodies. Both padded down the stairs quietly. The only sound came from the redhead who sobbed quietly, probably scared shitless. That was almost a disappointment! Sometimes he encountered a wannabe heroine. Those were always entertaining! Of course, it was never a fair fight. Back in his merc days, he had seen his fair share of mano a mano against those fucking ragheads. But he appreciated the spunk, and that made breaking her later so much more delicious. After all, he was here to fuck bitches and to — satisfy other urges. At the bottom of the stairs, Dillon noticed how the blonde girl's muscles tensed and flexed. Was she planning something? This could get interesting! He holstered his gun and readied himself, just in case. |
| Upon reaching the bottom of the basement stairs, Carolyn knew that her window of opportunity to resist was closing fast. This was her only chance to fight back! When the man's boots reached the floor, she sprang into action: Pivoting swiftly on her toes, she delivered a violent kick towards the man's face. When he noticed the blonde girl starting to move, Dillon let his melee fighting instincts take over. With time slowing to a crawl, he almost dispassionately observed the attack, relishing the adrenaline rush of imminent combat. Her plan wasn't half bad. The foot was well-aimed and would have delivered a devastating blow to his face if he had remained still. However, as usually the case, this plan did not survive contact with the enemy. Within less than a second Dillon did three things in parallel: A quick crouch to dodge the leg. Drop the bag to have both hands free. A push against the redhead's backside to keep her from interfering. Then he focused and exploded into a counter-attack. |
| Dillon leapt forward, grabbed the blonde girl around the waist and used his own momentum to slam her to the ground. While she lay stunned, he quickly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. |
| Carolyn hit the ground hard, with her attacker's weight on top of her. The pain from the impact left her stunned. She felt her arms being pulled behind her back, then something metallic circling her wrists. She moaned in protest and pulled on what seemed to be a pair of handcuffs. Burning frustration over her defeat slowly dissolved into fear about her immediate future. Dillon smiled and relished his well-executed takedown. Sure, it had not been much of a fight, but still good fun. The girl had good instincts and was athletic, just as he liked them. Oh yes, he would have a lot of fun with her. She, probably not so much. After her arms were locked in place, Dillon proceeded to cuff the girl's ankles, too. He still had another girl behind him to deal with. |
| Despite being shackled, the blonde girl did not give in quietly. She thrashed on the floor and snarled at Dillon. He grinned back at her and allowed himself a second to linger on her nubile body, before turning towards the other girl. Sabrina's knees hurt from hitting the ground. The intruder's push from behind caused her to stumble. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a brief yet violent fight between Carolyn and the man. It didn't go well for Carolyn. Then she noticed a pickaxe leaning against the wall just in front of her. With her stomach aflutter with fear, she briefly wondered if she should just curl up and let things happen. Then she thought of her friend and how Carolyn had tried to fight back. She owed her friend to do something! Sabrina's hand shook when reaching out towards the pickaxe. She was so, so scared! |
| Dillon turned towards the girl in the nightgown behind him. His heart skipped for a moment when he saw her holding a pickaxe. Instinctively Dillon pulled back his fist and got ready to strike. But then he saw her expression and shaking hands. He could smell her fear! The blonde girl on the ground wriggled frantically in her shackles. She screamed: "Sabrina! Do something! Hit him!" When the redhead didn't react immediately, Dillon stepped back and started to smile: A cat's smile, about to toy with a mouse. |
With shaking hands, Sabrina lifted the pickaxe. Dizzy with the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she cried: "G-go away! Leave us alone!" The attempt at resisting brought a smile to Dillon's face. This was so pitiful that it became cute! Of course, he could easily overpower that slip of a girl, but where was the fun in that? No, he would handle that without lifting a finger! While taking a step back, he whipped out the handgun that he had holstered in an inner pocket of his jacket. Pointing the weapon at the blonde girl on the floor, he sneered at Sabrina: "Drop it, cunt! Don't make me shoot her! You have five seconds! You want her blood on your hands? Now: One ... two ... three ..." |
| With a loud clunk, the pickaxe fell to the floor. The girl looked at Dillon like a scared deer towards a predator ready to pounce. He smiled briefly, then snapped: "Smart move, cunt. Now keep going: Clothes off!" Sabrina swayed and moaned: "Noooo! Please!" Without warning, Dillon brought up the pistol and fired over Sabrina's shoulder. The shot reverberated through the basement like trapped thunder, followed by the harrowing scream of a ricochet. Sabrina cowered, wailing in abject terror. As she began to undress frantically, Dillon holstered his gun and leered at the panic-stricken girl. |
| While Dillon was occupied with securing Sabrina to the bed, Carolyn worked her way up the basement stairs as fast as her cuffed arms and legs allowed. She knew that this was her only remaining chance to get some help. |
| While Dillon was occupied with securing Sabrina to the bed, Carolyn worked her way up the basement stairs as fast as her cuffed arms and legs allowed. She knew that this was her only remaining chance to get some help. |
| Dillon heard a slight noise behind him. That reminded him of the blonde girl that he had left on the floor. He turned around and only saw her legs far up on the stairs. She had almost reached the basement door. A flash of anger flared up inside him, mainly directed at himself. Don't get careless! Always maintain battlefield awareness! He reminded himself of the rules he needed to follow. Directing his anger towards the girl, Dillon sped up the stairs and grabbed Carolyn's ankle cuff. He snarled: "Where do you think you're going, huh?" Then he dragged her back down to the basement floor. Carolyn cried out in pain as her head bumped on the stairs. |
| Carolyn was momentarily stunned from being dragged down the stairs. She writhed on the floor, moaning. The pain from the rough treatment subsided only slowly. Dillon dragged the semi-conscious Carolyn towards a nearby pipe, propped her up and cuffed her hands behind the steel tube. He was still angry. Luckily, his momentary lapse of awareness didn't have grave consequences. But he needed to be more careful, and that blonde girl deserved a lesson! "So you think you're smart. Huh?" Dillon taunted Carolyn. "How smart do you feel now? Stupid cow!" Her head flew back and forth while he slapped her face. With his other hand, Dillon gripped Carolyn's top and ripped it from her body. Then her shorts followed. |