Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

[moonsblackwolf]

Rebecca had walked back to the small apartment she shared with another girl, a stripper who she actually hadn't seen in a few days. It was a cluttered mess but it was home for now. She had left home several months ago when her parents discovered her drug habit caused by a mixture of depression and peer pressure.

No one could deny she was an addict who would do anything to get her next fix. Even make counterfeit pills to trade with dealers for the real stuff. It was all back alley and the dealers she screwed couldn't find her or call the police on her for giving a bad deal. In fact, this evening she had done just that. Right now she held in her hand a baggie of OCs that had been traded for little more than sugar pills cut with a little LSD. But by the time the stupid dealer knew it, she was gone and out of touch.

Becky hardly frequented the same clubs in the same couple weeks and her looks constantly changed to keep her identity a secret. Right now her long curls were black with hints of red strips. Her body was lithe, thin from lack of food (No money) and too many pills. But she didn't mind regardless, men liked that she still had a curvy chest and booty to match.

Grabbing a coke from the fridge she popped one of her free pills and laid back on the patchy couch and flipped on the cable her roomies 'rich' boyfriend paid for.

 

[DomG]

He had been ripped off and made a fool of, this was not something that Jason was fond of. Though he did not use drugs himself he always had plenty on hand for the parties that he threw, wanting his guests to enjoy themselves. But the man that he normally went through had been arrested so he had gone to a new girl, it wasn't something that he had been happy about but he hadn't had a choice in the matter. So three grand had been dropped on an assortment of drugs and that evening he had been disappointed to hear his guests complain about the 'candy' he was trying to pass off.

That had been a week ago and now he had finally tracked down the young lady who had sold to him and Jason was going to teach the bitch some manners. At first he had thought about having her killed but another idea had occurred to him, the drugs had cost more then just the money... his reputation had suffered and he would train her to repay him for that. Now he stood outside her door, all six feet and two inches of him, a muscular two hundred and forty pounds with close cut black hair that made his green eyes stand out more.

He didn't carry anything to drug her, he wanted her to fight, he wanted to establish his dominance. With a grin Jason pounded on the door to the shit hole apartment that she was lived in, not for much longer though. “Open up, I got money and I need a fix.” He yelled, wanting to get her to the door right away.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

The pounding on her door made her jump nearly onto the floor. She was slightly dazed from the OC she had popped before as she got up too quickly and the room spun. When the rather obnoxiously loud voice yelled about needing a fix, she scrambled to move fast.

"Fuck, I'm coming....hold your horses!" she shouted at the man, unsure who the hell told him where she lived and that she was holding. Cursing at the box she kicked across the floor, she got to the door in record speed. Unlatching the dead bolt she opened it some to look up at the man there.

He was several inches taller than her 5'7" frame and outweighed her easily by a hundred pounds or more. And it looked like it was all pure muscle. Frowning at the loud man she hissed at him, "What the hell do you want?"

She hadn't changed earlier from her club outfit, still wearing the low cut tank top from before and a pair of jeans that looked painted on. Her hair was tossed from laying on the couch but her make up was still perfect.

 

[DomG]

She looked like she was on drugs, like she had just rolled out of bed after crashing hard. Of course when he had first seen her he had pegged her as a junkie. As soon as he had her he would be using that as leverage over her, while slowly breaking her of the drugs that she was on. He would have no use of a slave who was constantly looking for her next fix when instead she should be looking to him for the pleasure that she needed.

“You recently ripped me off.” He glared down at her as he pushed his way into the apartment, moving her out of the way as though she weighed nothing at all before slamming the door shut. The neighborhood that she was living in people had to be used to that sort of thing, no doubt they wouldn't pay any mind to the screams that would soon be emanating from the apartment. “And no one ever rips me off without any consequences.”

Looking around the place Jason was disgusted, this little whore was living in filth. “Disgusting.” He grunted as he locked the door behind him and then looked back to his soon to be victim. “Not just this place but you...” Approaching her he shed his jacket, laying it down on what looked like a clean surface. “No matter, I have fucked nastier in my day and once you get cleaned up you will make a respectable little slut for me.”

 

[moonsblackwolf]

Her mind was fuzzy from the narcotics but when he spoke about ripping him off her mind cleared some. It explained why he looked so familiar to her, he was the dealer she traded the counterfeits from a week ago. Fuck. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to shove him back out when he first entered the apartment but it did absolutely nothing. It was like moving against a train, he barrelled past her and locked the door within seconds. Panicking slightly now, she vaguely remembered Lisa saying she had a gun somewhere.

"Look man, what I sold you wasn't junk. Your clients must be getting tolerant...ain't my fault." she told him calmly, hiding her sudden fear as her thoughts ran over the apartment. Where the hell would she hide a gun in this place? "If you clients didn't like it tough, it's no refunds darlin'."

Then he was suddenly talking about fucking her and being his slut and she outright bolted for the bedroom. She slammed the flimsy door shut behind her and immediately went to the dresser, yanking the drawers open quickly. "Fuck fuck fuck...." she muttered, digging through tops and g-strings for the piece. She went to the bed and yanked up one corner of the shanky matress finding the hopefully useful handgun.

 

[DomG]

She was quick he would give her that but he had expected her to try to run, no doubt a dealer would have a weapon hidden somewhere around her apartment and was ready for that. As she bolted he took off after her right away, easily crashing through the flimsy door, actually breaking it off its hinges before the lock broke. Right behind her he saw her digging for the gun and grabbing her by the back of her hair yanked her away before she could get a decent grip on the weapon.

“Naughty little bitch.” He growled at her as he loosened his tie and began to unbutton his top, looking down at her and licking his lips a little. She might be a bit of a mess but she would do wonderfully to satisfy his needs. “Trying to turn on your new master with a weapon, I am going to be beating your ass raw for that... now strip or else I use the gun to remove one of your knee caps.” To highlight his point he picked up the gun and expertly cocked it to ensure that there was a round in the camber. "I will soon teach you how to behave for your master."

 

[moonsblackwolf]

She screamed loudly as the door was broken inwards into splinters. Whimpering as he came closer she backed up but he was suddenly grabbing her hair in a fist and she couldn't move away from the bastard. She watched him with wide fearful eyes as he growled down at her. "Please...I-I'm sorry please don't do this....please!" she begged softly at first.

Then her eyes were watching his hands as he went to remove his tie and shirt, her breathing more rapid as her heart pounded against her chest. She opened her mouth to argue about stripping but the gun was in his hand and cocked, it was a stupid thing to do. She'd rather strip than be bleeding to death and in pain. Not to mention most likely he would still fuck her afterwards.

"O-okay...I'll do it...please don't...." Her hands went to the button of her jeans, popping it open and unzipping the fly. Her eyes filled with tears in fear of him hurting her when she pushed them down over her hips until the fell to the floor. Her tank top was next, pulling it up and over her head exposing her large breasts while her panties were still on.