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Paying his debts (Sweetnothings & Russian Vodka)

Russian Vodka

Russian Vodka

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Jan 19, 2009
He had been patient, more than normally. But hiccup after hiccup seemed to have caused delays in the payments from the young man. Dean Simmons couldn't wait anymore, the money that was owed to him, a total of fifteen thousand dollars had to be paid. And since the young man wasn't interested in doing so, maybe his younger sister would? She at least had others ways of making sure the debts would be paid. A smirk crawled over the face of the thirty-five year old man. He was wearing dark clothes, with a car in a nearby alleyway, he was waiting for the young man's sister to make her way home from school.

He'd planned it out carefully, followed her and even broken into the school to get a copy of her timetable. All he needed now was for her to be alone just for this bit so he could use the chlorophyl-dipped cloth and knock her out. It'd make sure she was out cold for long enough so he could take her to his house and lock her away, and no one would know what'd happened. Except her brother, he knew it was a message for him to pay up, and he would be free to take liberal advantage of the poor girl.

He was tall, standing at almost 6'3 in height, with a squared face, strong features as well. He had broad shoulders, a muscular, fit body and large, calloused hands. He'd worked in construction until recently when he'd taken up work as a loanshark, and this was his first costumer who didn't pay back what he'd loaned. Hell, he'd even gone nice on the kid, only asking for an interest of 5% of the total sum when it was paid back. Most others paid at least 15%. But here he was, preparing to make an example of the younger sister of the young man.
 
Eliza Haverton knew about her brother's money problems. She would eavesdrop on his conversations on his phone, saying he'll pay the money back when he got it, but she knew he would never get the money. She was worried what might happen to him if he didn't pay it back soon. Eliza didn't know if the loaner was serious about getting his money. She had confronted him numerous times about the money, and he always told her to mind his own business. She didn't consider what could happen to her if he didn't pay it.

Today was the last day of school of Junior year for the seventeen year old girl. She didn't have many friends to walk back home with, so she usually walked by herself. Lately, she felt a little more worried than usual. Over the past week, she felt like she was being followed by someone. Every time she looked back and say no one, she blamed it on her nerves for the finals. She hummed softly as she walked down the sidewalk, her usual route to get home to her brother.

Eliza was the average height for a girl her age. She stood at 5'7 with a soft face. She had naturally tanned skin with dark green eyes. She had an athletic body from the previous years of playing soccer. Although she was athletic, she had the curves all the girls dreamed for. They weren't too much, but they were enough where she stood out. Her eyes were toward the sky without a care in the world as she walked home from school.
 
Dean was able to spot out Eliza easily, she was the only girl walking down the street. Although unlike usually, he wouldn't find a place to hide. He was walking towards her, his hands showed into the pockets of his opened jacket. His face was turned towards one of the houses, looking into the garden, playing it like he was admiring the layout and paying absolutely no attention to anything else. And it seemed to pay off, at least, he hoped that she wouldn't recognise his face. Though he had never done the dealings with her brother in public, there was always a chance she knew how he looked.

When his plan was going according to what he wanted, he passed her without being recognized, a smirk on his face. He gave it a bit, letting her have some distance before he turned and walked back, towards the alley where his car was parked, his hand gripping the cloth with the sedative a bit tighter. It was his first real abduction, and he had to make sure it went smoothly so he could do with her what he wanted, especially with her body. Hell, he hadn't even decided if he was going to accept the loan payed back in return for her release, or if he wanted more. But he could always change his mind later.

He smirked, making sure his steps were barely audible as he made sure to look anywhere but at Eliza's back, yet at the same time making sure he would slowly catch up to her, and that the moment he would strike would be perfect with the alleyway, otherwise he risked everything.
 
Eliza played with the straps of her bookbag. She thought about her brother. She would most likely as Vincent if he had gotten the money yet to pay back the loan shark. The calls were getting more frequent as of late. It was starting to worry her a little more now. She looked back behind her and smiled at the man admiring the scenery. She liked seeing what people saw. She smiled to herself as she pulled out her phone with her earbuds. She turned to her music page and started to music, humming along to the beat.

The teenager didn't hear the man walking past her. She looked up from her wrist where her watch laid. She watched him walk a bit before turning back to walk into an alley. She was a little confused, but she gave it little thought. She shrugged, and she ran her left hand through her hair. She decided to scroll through her contacts for the fun of it. She got down to the V section where her brother's name was. She debated whether she should call him before she got home to let him know what she thought. She frowned and tucked her phone back in her pocket. Finally she noticed how bare the streets were. There was no one else on the sidewalks other than her and that man. There were no cars, only a few passing every couple of minutes. She sighed softly, messing with her school uniform.
 
It was the perfect opportunity for Dean, she was completely alone, the street was empty and there were only the two of them there. Of course she didn't know anything about him, but he knew almost all about her. How she walked home, who she usually called on the way, what kind of music she listened to. It'd paid off for him to do his background research. And as he slowly caught up with her, he noticed the destination ahead, the small alley where his car was parked. He picked up his pace, seeing her messing with her school uniform. The idea of having her alone was secretly turning him on, he would have to do a lot of stuff with this girl, to make her brother hate himself for not paying his debt on time.

He suddenly moved fast, his right hand sliding out of his pocket, holding the cloth in his palm, he attempted to move left of the girl, bringing himself in close to her shoulder as his right arm moved out and around, bringing his palm up to her face, the cloth being folded out over her face, forcing her to breathe in the strong sedative. "Sleep well, Eliza." He told her with a smirk, his left arm moving across her stomach to catch her so she wouldn't fall. After she'd passed out, he removed the cloth, stuffing it into his pocket before he carried her easily into the alley, opening the door to the rear seat with his right hand before sliding her inside and closing it, all he needed to do now was to take her back to his home to keep her there as blackmail material for her brother.
 
Eliza nodded her head off to the music, smiling to herself. It calmed her nerves down hearing her songs. She ran her tongue across her lips to wet them. She worked up the nerve to call her brother to remind him to unlock the doors. Since last week, he was locking the doors and the windows at all times. It seemed like the man he owed was really serious about his money. It was a pain in the ass having to deal with someone so paranoid. She pulled out his phone and pressed his name. Her music died down as his phone rang. It went straight to voice mail. "God dammit, Vincent." She mumbled. "Hey. I'm walking home. Open the door." She said before hanging up.

Once her music started again, she zoned off to her own world. She didn't notice the man coming up behind her and moving his right arm around her. Her eyes widened as she felt the cloth against her mouth. She screamed and kicked her legs while she breathed in the chlorophyll. Her struggling quickly ceased before she closed her eyes, passing out in the man's arms. She laid limp as he carried her to his car. She groaned softly before she easily slipped into unconsciousness. She laid in the back seat, completely still. Her chest moved up and down slowly as she breathed. She hated her brother so much right now.
 
Dean smirked, making sure she was still breathing as he got into the car, driving off a moment later. It was a short ride, but on the way, he called Vincent's voice mail. "Listen kid, you owe me fifteen large, I have your sister. If you make any wrong steps, I will kill her. The only way to get her back is to pay what you owe, plus the growing interest." He hung up right after, looking back at the unconscious Eliza with a smirk. He would make sure he had lots of fun with the poor girl before the debt was repaid, if it ever was.

He knew Eliza would hate her brother, for what he'd done to her, or at least what his actions had caused to happen for her. But Dean didn't care, he pulled up into the garage of his small house, closing it with the remote before he got out, opening the rear door, he knew he still had a bit before she woke up, but it was enough time for him to yank her out of the car, over his shoulder and get her into the house, upstairs to a room he'd made specially for this. It was silenced, completely, with a spartan bunk bed, a basic toilet and a small sink. He was going to keep her there as he moved her onto the bed, at least until he found out if she'd do as he said, or if she'd try to run away.
 
Eliza moved slightly in her position. It was a slight move. She just moved her arms to serve as a pillow. While she was unconscious, she kept thinking who this man was. Was it Vincent's loan shark? She remembered reading certain people would kidnap the person owed them's sibling or someone close. Maybe he was part of the certain people. Great. He's probably just going to starve her or torture her until her brother paid him. She was naive, and she didn't think what else could happen to her.

In her unconscious state, she felt the car come to a stop. Her lip twitched slightly. She wanted to wake up and ask who he was. she had quickly figured out how he was associated with her. She heard the garage close down. She groaned softly and felt her body being slung over his shoulder. Her arms hung down against his back. She opened her eyes slowly as he carried her to the room. "W-wh--" She couldn't form her words since she was still pretty drugged. She looked around the room he had brought her in. She swung her legs lazily, starting to hyperventilate. She was panicking.
 
Dean heard her try to say something, his eyes perking up, a smirk on his face. "Welcome back to the surface, Eliza." He grinned, letting her down on the bed. "Just relax, you're only heavily sedated." He told her, moving towards the door. "I'll be back soon, so just keep yourself busy." He said, leaving the room, slamming the door as she'd hear the lock click in place right after. There was no way out for her.

He knew she was hyperventilating, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do to calm her down except leaving her there alone. So he'd go to the kitchen to prepare a sandwich for her, he wasn't interested in starving her after all. It was a plain thing, a bit of mayo, a slice of ham, a slice of cheese, some lettuce and cucumber. He placed it on a plastic plate, he couldn't afford if she smashed a real one and hurt herself, he then took it to her, opening the door and placing it on the floor inside. "Eat." He told her.
 
Eliza mumbled and whimpered. Where was she? All she remembered was being drugged unconscious. She was walking home. Vincent. It's all his fault. She felt the mattress underneath her. "H-how--" she started before losing her words. How did he know her name? She stared at him in disbelief and listened to him. It was all she could do other than breathe. She started to protest as he slammed the door. She grit her teeth after she heard it lock. She turned her head and stared at the wall.

As she hyperventilated, she thought of something in her drugged mind. She opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. She was hoping someone would hear her. She screamed until she went hoarse. When she heard nothing, she rolled over on her side to wipe her tears away. She sniffled and looked up at the man as he slid the plate of food to her. She sat up and grabbed it carefully. She studied it carefully before throwing it back at him. At least she could do was rebel against him. She glared at him and laid back down on the bed.
 
Dean saw her tossing the sandwich back at him, making him growl. But he shrugged it off as he looked down at her. "You can fight all you want. It'll only hurt you, and no one else. I drugged you to get you here until your brother pays the money he owes, but I won't drug your food or your drink." He told her, his voice calm, honest and gentle. He wasn't going to lie to her or threaten her, but he wanted to make sure she would at least eat. "Just pray he pays quickly, ohh, and no one can hear you, this room is both sound and connection proof. You can't use your phone for anything." He told her, closing the door again.

She was going to be a piece of work to get through, but Dean knew he could break her, one way or another he would find a way to get through. Or he could just do as he pleased with her, whichever came first as he was quite the patient guy. A smirk crept onto his face as he moved to his office, to handle some paperwork while she was left for the sedatives to wear off and grumble on her own, the sandwich lying on the bare floor as she'd tossed it away from the plate.
 
Dean heard her words, saw her defiance. He smirked, knowing he had to break her to get her to do as he told her. He'd do it soon enough, for now he just left her in the locked room, alone to ponder her thoughts as he handled some paperwork. If she didn't soak in her own misery a bit, it wouldn't be worth it. But Dean wasn't a sadist, he didn't want her to be in pain, so he was going to take good care of her, at least until she showed if she wanted to accept that she was kidnapped, or if she still wanted to try and break free.
 
(Sorry for deleting my post earlier. Total accident.)

Eliza looked at him to see if he would do anything. He probably wouldn't do anything to her. He needed her for the money from Vincent. She doubted he would ever get the money to repay the kidnapper. She should've asked his name. "W-wait! What is your name?!" She yelled out to him as he left. She grabbed her pillow and threw it at the wall. She laid down on the bed where she stared up at the one above hers. She couldn't believe she was stuck here. She didn't know who this man was, and she was held captive over money. She frowned softly, tears pricking the sides of her eyes. She wiped them away and sat up with her knees to her chest. "I just want to go home." She mumbled softly. She buried her head in her legs and sobbed.
 
(It's alright^^)

Dean heard her ask for his name, but by then it was too late, he had already left. He hadn't planted any video equipment or microphones in the room so he couldn't hear her. It wasn't part of his plan to be like that, he just wanted to break her. But after a few hours, he came back, opening the door to see her sobbing on the bed. "What's the matter, Eliza?" He asked, sighing. "It's a simple thing, you're stuck here, to do my bidding until your brother pays back the money he owes me." He told her, explaining to her why she was there. He even moved into the room, though closing the door behind him, she had to get past him to get out.
 
Eliza felt hopeless. She didn't know how long she was going to have to stay here. Would her brother ever pay of the money? Does he even know she's missing? Through the hours he was gone, she thought about it all and ended up crying even more. She heard the door open and tried her best to hide her wet pillow. She sniffled and sat up, looking at him. "O-okay. But what are you going to do with me?" She asked, trying her best to understand her predicament. She didn't want to rebel anymore. She didn't want him hurting her for her actions. She rubbed her cheek softly. "Does Vincent know I'm here?" She asked softly.
 
"Vincent knows you're here. And he knows he won't get you back until he pays what he owes." Dean told her, seeing her sitting there, and he could tell from the red under her eyes that she'd been crying. "You're going to be doing what I tell you to, I won't let you out of this room unless it's with a leash around your neck, because I can't risk you running away." He told her, moving towards her slowly. "And I might ask anything of you, even to use your body for my own sexual pleasure." He grinned.
 
Eliza listened to him explain about her brother. She bit her lip slightly and looked down to hide her red stained eyes. She nodded slowly, and she pulled her knees to her chest. She flinched slightly at the tone of his voice as he started speaking again. Her eyes widened and shook her head. "I-I'm not wearing a leash. You can't put on one me." She started to back up before her hands came to the edge of the bed, almost causing her to fall over. "N-no! I'm a virgin! Please don't do that!" She pleaded.
 
Listening to her, Dean grinned, seeing her almost falling off the bed. "Tough luck, Eliza. Your brother couldn't pay up, now you have to pay up with your body and services until I deem his debt repaid, or until he repays it with his own money." He told her, quickly striding to her, grabbing one of her hands. "And I will make sure you wear a leash if I damn well please." He growled, looking right down into her eyes. He wasn't really interested in intimidating her, but he had to so he could make sure she wouldn't fight him. And if she really was a virgin, the hurt would only be worse for Vincent.
 
Eliza tried to reach behind her to find something to hit him with. All she touched was air, and the movement was almost causing her to fall off completely. She started to panic, her legs trying to kick him. She couldn't do anything as he quickly grabbed her hand. It caused her to freeze in fright. She whimpered and shrunk back away from him. The thought of a leash scared her. "J-just do what you want. Just don't hurt me." She finally gave in. The sooner her brother paid back the money, the less of this she had to go through. She was sure Vincent loved her enough to get the money quickly.
 
Dean knew there was no way Vincent could pay back the money within the first year or two, at least. And he would enjoy having her as his victim until that time. "Good, I won't hurt you if you just listen and do as I say." He told her, letting go of her hand as he looked down at her. "Let's start simple, you'll be sucking my cock." He told her. "If you bite, I'll knock your teeth out." He warned her, reaching down to unzip his pants and pull his length out through the opening, it smelled and looked clean, so at least she wasn't stuck with some filthy man. And it was certainly bigger than average, but some was still hidden behind the pants so she could only see the first six inches.
 
Eliza prayed to God Vincent would find some way to get her out of this. She didn't know this man, and she still didn't know his name. "O-okay. What do I call you, though?" She asked. She didn't want to call him Mister or something of the like. She wasn't ready to become someone's pet. She listened to him as he explained what she was to do first. Suck his cock? She never did something like that, nor as she ever seen one. She nodded quickly to his threat and watched his hands pull down his zipper. Her eyes widened at the shear size of it. "I-I..." She stammered. She whimpered and thought about what her friends told her about sucking a cock. What sluts. She breathed out slowly and reached out with her tongue. She slowly ran her tongue over the head, looking up at him for reassurance.
 
Dean heard her stammer at first, then he felt her tongue running over the head as he looked down, giving her a nod. "Go on, it doesn't bite." He told her. "Use your hands for what you can't fit into your mouth." He told her, smirking as he moved one hand gently to the top of her head, running it through her hair. "We'll make a proper woman of you soon enough, one that won't complain and will obey her man whenever he asks her of something." He chuckled, enjoying the thought of turning her into his woman. Then he remembered her asking for his name. "Vincent knows it already, so there's no point in keeping it secret, my name is Dean." He told her.
 
Eliza tried her best to remember everything her friends said. She sighed in relief and ran her tongue hesitantly down his shaft then back up. She felt her cheeks turn red as his hand ran through her hair. She took the head in her mouth, lightly sucking before moving her head further down. We? She hoped he was only talking about the two of them and not another man she did not know about. The idea of being turned into a woman who would obey him mad her shiver. When he told her his name, it made her relax a little. Dean. At least knowing her captor's name helped her relax some. She took two more inches of his length as she sucked softly, her tongue running along his member.
 
Dean groaned, feeling her talking his cock into her mouth, even if it was just the head, it felt good to him. He hadn't been with a girl in a long time, and she was so much younger than him that it turned him on massively. He was pretty much rock hard, but he had to make sure she knew how to turn him on as he saw her shiver. He could tell she was worried about something, but the moment he told her his name, she seemed to relax and take more of him. He figured it was a simple reward and threat of punishment thing he had to work with. "That's it, doing good." He told her, smirking. "If you do it well enough, I'll upgrade your meals and the room, give you more stuff." He told her, letting her know there was a reward for pleasing him.
 
Eliza moved her hands up to the end of his shaft where she could see. She wrapped both of them around his cock. It was so warm, and it pulsated in her hands. For her, it was definitely a first time experience. She never would have thought about doing something like this with someone like Dean. She didn't know how old he was, but she figured he had to me more than 10 years older than her. She tried not to think about it too much and instead focused on pleasuring her captor. She perked up when he complimented her. Her eyes peered up at him from her position. A small smile pulled on her lips, but she quickly let it fade. Better meals and a chance to not live like a pet appealed her. She faced her fears and took a little more of his cock, her tongue touching every spot as she sucked.
 
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