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Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

IT was enjoyable to watch the men move through the crowd toward his prize, as the walked other cleared their path and a few followed along to watch what was about to happen. They all knew that it meant when Dominic sent those two out to fetch someone, if it was a man then their leader was about to punish him for some reason or another and if it was a young lady then she was about to be turned into entertainment for the entire party. And as they confronted the young woman it was clear that she didn't want to come willingly, a sign that she wasn't someone who had been invited. If she had been brought here by a member of the family then she would have been warned that a lovely young woman that she might be made into entertainment, that their glorious leader might take a liking to her and fuck her wildly in front of the assembled masses in the warehouse while the masses cheered and in some cases turned on the women there in a fit of lust. Gang bangs weren't unheard of at these events and Dominic encouraged such things as they kept his followers happy and more likely to obey him, because he could deliver more. Still she had spirit trying to fight against the men who were bringing her to him, that alone made Dominic feel a little fond of her, someone willing to fight was always more fun then someone who just went along with it, Dominic never had any problem with taking what he wanted by a great deal of force, the struggle making it more enjoyable for him. You can leave now. He said to his goons as they tossed her up onto the stage, they obeyed quickly and left the stage, leaving him alone with Jade while the entire warehouse watched with rapt attention. Dominic smirked, taking a moment to savor the sensation of power before slowly approaching Jade. You, I don't recognize you. He said as he began to unbutton his shirt. Hardly matters though, you are here and that means that you are mine, why don't you be a good girl and undress for me... or don't, tearing your clothing off could be a good time. With his shirt open, revealing a well toned body he approached her slowly, reaching out to brush fingers against her chin.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

As the two thugs let her go, Jade shot them each a dirty look and gave a huff of displeasure. But when she turned her attention back to the man she had been presented to, that defiance quickly faltered as she jumped a little. He was much taller then she who barely reached 5'4 inches. It was easy to say that he towered over her as he came closer. Jade backed up a little bit but soon found herself back up to the edge of the stage and had nowhere else to escape to. The crowds behind her would only push her back up if she attempted to leap down among them. Soon they were so close he reached out to touch her. With the mention of removing her clothing, she instinctively reached for her clothing and clutched at the cloth tight. As if holding on to it would prevent it from being torn from her. Now, Jade may have at a few flings here and there in her life in which she played games such as the one he was setting out before, the whole master and slave thing, but the presence of a warehouse full of people watching made her far more reluctant to play the game. That and he was a total stranger. Good looking maybe. With a great body, yes definitely. BUT a stranger and leader of the most notorious gang in the city as well. She said nothing as she just stood here, still clinging to her clothing like it would shield her from his advances.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

Up close she was so much lovelier then she appeared to be from a distance which was saying quite a bit, small and delicate, just the sort that he enjoyed the most. And from this close it became all the more evident that she didn't belong, no obvious piercings other then her ears, no visible tattoos... she didn't feel like a cop though, cops knew about the sort of things that went on at his gatherings and wouldn't have sent something so young and lovely into his grasp. The undercover officer hadn't looked happy to see her either, maybe a kid sister or a girlfriend who had followed him to his undercover work? Look at this! He called out to his followers, his voice easily carrying over the hushed whispers that were the only noise that could be heard. A newbie who is a little bit afraid, nervous about her first time on stage. This was met by chuckles, knowing laughter from the assembled masses around them. For good reason to, more then a few of the ladies I entertain have had a hard time walking for a while after I was done with them. As he spoke he gestured to the bulge in his pants, running nearly half way down his thigh and massively thick, still growing as he closed the distance between him and his chosen victim. Reaching out with both hands he grasped her top and with a quick jerk tore it open, exposing her to him and the entire warehouse who hooted and cheered him on as he reached down for her pants, gripping and tearing them as well though the material gave him more trouble this time. This girl needs a good fucking, who here thinks that she needs to learn her place? This was once again met with more cheers, and Dominic was always willing to give the people what they want. Looking Jade in the eyes he grinned at her. Go on then, fight me. He challenged her with a chuckle. It will be more fun for me if you try to resist... of course then we will have to get rid of that friend of yours, can't have him reporting a rape.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

Jade had to think fast. Well faster then she did as she watched her clothing be torn away. The red tank was torn away to reveal a very red bra as well, though part of it was torn away with the tank top, leaving only one of the straps in tact. She cried out a little as the jeans were yanked and pulled from her body with much less ease then the flimsy top had been. With them gone, it revealed the sexiest little matching pair of lacy red panties that matched her bra and her hair for that matter almost perfectly. Looking at her now, in just little hints of fabric, it left little to the imagination but enough to drive any horny man to find out more. What to do? Damn it what to do?! To fight him was what he wanted but it would put Johnson in danger. She didn't think she couldn't NOT fight him. It was an instinct she didn't think she could hold back. Then, like a light bulb turning on in her head, she had an idea. Might not be a good one, but it was something at least. The edges of her lips curled slightly into a smile as she stood before him. She needed to make him think she knew exactly what she was doing, that this was exactly what she wanted. Hopefully she was a good actress. It's not rape if it's all in good fun though isn't it? she asked him, speaking only loud enough to him to hear. I'm done this one before. I'd gladly play the game for you. Jade wasn't sure if he was gonna buy that she was into this kind of thing or not, but then at least when she really was attempting to resist him, he might just thing it was all for play.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

Did she think this was some kind of game that he was playing, did she think that he wasn't going to fuck her if she wasn't willing to go along with it. It wouldn't be the first time that he had taken a woman against her will in front of the entire assembly, though by the time he was done they normally kept coming back, haven learned to enjoy the life style that he provided for the members of his little family. You think this is a game? He asked with a little chuckle as he reached out to snap the other strap of her bra, sure he would have removed it normally but to break it and reveal her lovely breasts to him was much more fun and the crowd roared in approval as he did so. Everything in the warehouse belongs to me, which means you belong to me, your ass, your cunt, your mouth... I can use you to satisfy myself any way that I want. With a hand on her shoulder he forced her to her knees while his other hand unzipped his leather pants, withdrawing his hard cock and putting it before her face, it was easily fourteen inches long and massively thick, as big around as his wrist with a purple head already leaking clear fluid. Tonight I am your god, and I want you to worship me in the proper manner. This was something that he often started with when introducing himself to a new girl, the others seemed to like a little bit of a show before he started things and it was always fun to be 'worshiped'. Lets start with a simple test though, I want you to show me the best you have... use your mouth to service me and if I am pleased then I won't hurt you.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

As the bra fell away, instincts took over her once again and her hands instantly sprang up to attempt and cover her breasts. Little good it did her thought. Her hands were small and her breasts were a rather impressive size. Even with her hands over the mounds, it still left little to nothing to the imagination. Jade whimpered as he pushed her to the ground, trying to calm herself even as she felt completely panicked. She should have known that she could not fool him, and yet as she looked up at him from her place on her knees, she bit her lip and decided to try to once again fool him into thinking her actually willing though also willing to play exactly the girl he wanted. Parting her lips, she showed little to no hesitation as she took the tip of him into her mouth, sucking rather boldly as him, even if only a few inches of his impressive length was slipped into her mouth. Mmm, she moaned a little, trying to make it look more like she was enjoying this act then fearing him.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

Such lovely large tits on such a small frame was hardly something that Dominic had expected, their size had been pretty clear from the beginning but they were more than just large, they also appeared to be perfectly formed, sitting high unlike some large tits that drooped far to much and had the lovely spring that only natural tits did. Don't bother to cover yourself up. He snapped at her as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Put your hands to better use pleasing me rather then trying to cover up what is mine. She was really letting him down with that one, he had thought that she might be better then this, figured she would realize that covering herself up had no point at all. And is that the best you can do with your mouth, you have no fucking idea what you are doing you stupid slut. He growled at her as he gripped the back of her head to hold her in place and pushed his hips forward to get more of his cock into her mouth. I want you to worship me, just teasing the head won't get me off... I want you to use your mouth and tongue to work over every inch of it.
Thread: In the Underground (Google/butterfly0408)

Their was a roar of laughter and cheers from the crowd as Dominic grasped the girl but her hair and spoke his commands to her. Not so much what he did got the reaction but how Jade did. In the same moment he gripped onto her head and forced his his forward, Jade's hand quickly left her chest to return to rest as he sides, her hands tightened into fists as she whimpered loud enough to be heard by all close to the stage watching. Her breast feel free of being held up, letting them bounce a little with gravity. Their tips looking like gloriously rosy in color. A moment later, she followed his command and her lips parted to allow his cock to slip further into mouth until there was a few goods inches inside her mouth. Her tongue pressed harder along the underside of his cock, rubbing at it with long strokes. A few moments later, her hands started to tentatively rise from their rest to run her fingers up the sides of his legs, coming to an unsure rest once more upon his thighs.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

Charles Anderson was sitting in his big, comfy leather armchair, enjoying the cup of the his butler had just brought him. Hearing the rain pour down outside made it feel so much better to be inside, by the fireplace, reading a manuscript from a young promising author. This was the part he liked best about his job - sitting in his library, taking the first peak on a new project, seeing the images appear in front of him as he read. Images that would later be on the screens of every cinema in the world. Charles was a director, and quite a successful one, he could say without bragging. If his movies alone was not enough to prove this, the big house on Mullholland Drive was. No ordinary salary could buy you a panorama window with such an astonishing view of downtown Los Angeles. Off course he loved his job, but he loved the money and the power that came with it just as much. Tomorrow would be his birthday, and the now so quiet house would be filled with prominent members of the entertainment industry. Even though he was about to turn 40 he was still in shape. He could thank the gym in his basement for his 6' 3'' tall body still being muscular, and the solarium for preserving his tan even in the middle of the winter. He had to admit that his black hair was starting to turn grey, but it was trimmed short. And people usually got so caught in the gaze of his intense blue eyes they didn't notice anyway. The manuscript he was reading was inspiring - the more he read, the more assured he felt that this would be his next movie. He was completely lost in the text, he wanted nothing to disturb him now - - - The car stopped on Mullholland Drive. The driver, who by some perverted meaning of the word was also her owner, looked at her. Ok, don't screw this up. This is an important client paying for quality, and I don't want to hear any complaints about you. he said with a harsh voice, blowing out smoke from the cigarette he was smoking. Its really simple. Always do as you are told and mind your teeth when your sucking dick, that's it. And remember to tell him that you are a birthday present from mr. Gaccione. He opened the door, and immediately she felt the cold air to her skin. The rain was pouring down outside. I'll pick you up on the day after tomorrow. Now get the fuck out of here. he said, giving her a push out of the car.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

It seemed like it was another life now, even though it had only been a few months. Jessie had once been a promising young woman, beautiful, smart. One of those small town girls with big city dreams, coming from Northern California up near Oregon. When she was in high school she'd been the lead in every single play she tried out for from freshman year onwards. She could sing, dance and act. A complete natural is what the drama teacher always said. You'd do well in LA. the older woman said when she graduated. So like all girls with very little knowledge of the real world she dashed off to LA. A friend had agreed to let her stay with them until she could get a place of her own. So she worked as a waitress for a year. When she was 19 she heard of a casting call asking for young women. A supporting role, it wasn't as though she had an ego to go with her natural skills. However the director had quickly put that out of her mind. He'd called her talentless, not even worth a death scene 10 minutes into a film. Soap operas weren't even desperate enough to take her. It had crushed her high hopes into iddy biddy shards. Even her friends couldn't make her feel better. The depression had been one of the darkest she'd ever experience. It lasted for months. It took conscious effort to get out of bed and go to work. Even then customers would complain she was dull, lifeless, bored sounding even. It put a strain on her job which she only kept because the owner happened to like her. Then came the drinking, then drugs. First it was only pot, the occasional line of cocaine. Then she got into heavier stuff. In a month she lost her job, her apartment, everything. ------------ That was how she ended up like this huddled in the corner of an expensive care dressed in nothing but a dark trench coat and a set of expensive lingerie. Let it not be said Mr. Gaccione didn't treat his 'escorts' well. Because she hadn't been in the drug game very long she looked healthy enough. Long thick brown hair curled around a pixie like face. High cheek bones dark green eyes never mind the bags beneath them. She had full lips done up with the most expensive make-up most women could get a hold of. She was slender, but not dangerously so. Full, natural breasts, wide hips that tapered into long dancer legs. The only flaws were the slight track marks on her legs and wrists. However Jessie was weak and she stumbled out into the freezing rain teetering on the heels she'd been told to wear. Coughing softly she walked as quickly as she could to the doorway. This guy must be loaded. she murmured softly. Probably an executive or some sort of director. They guy who owned her seemed to be pretty well connected, she'd learned quickly enough. Sighing she raised her almost fragile looking hand up and knocked as hard as possible wincing gently. Maybe if she was lucky he wouldn't answer and she could scamper off to some dark corner of his yard until the driver came back.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

The door was quickly opened, and she found her self looking into the eyes of an old man. The grey, sparse hair and the wrinkled face told her that he was at least over 60, and the silly red suit he was wearing made it obvious that he was some kind of butler. Is there anything I can help you with, miss? he asked, with a voice trained to always be polite. His face, on the other hand, told her everything his voice concealed - the disgusted expression and the bored eyes made it all to clear what he thought about young girls in high heels visiting at strange hours. Not offering her to step in to the house, letting her stay outside in the cold winter rain, he continued. I will have to inform you that mr. Anderson is busy, very busy indeed, and he should not be disturb without a good reason. In some way, he managed to sound both polite and stern at the same time - the old butler seemed to be used to handle a steady stream of admirers and fans. Over his shoulder, she could peek into the home of the stranger in who's complete power she would soon be. There was a big crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and even though she didn't need to be an expert to understand that the floor and the two stairs leading up to the second floor was marble. Whoever lived here had resources, a lot of resources. And obviously he had friends wealthy enough to give away human beings for birthday presents as well.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

Anderson....god that sounded familer. Though why it sounded familer was beyond her. Memories from when she first arrived in LA seemed like so long ago. Ahh to be wealthy and warm how nice....that disgusted look was all to common to her. This wasn't the first time she'd been a present to someone with enough money for a butler. In fact out of the four or so jobs she'd done three of them had butlers and they all gave her the same look. I'm a birthday present from Mr. Gaccione. I'm to stay here and do as I'm told until I'm picked up the day after tomorrow. she explained hoping that she sounded better then she felt at the moment. To keep her complacent he'd taken away her drugs for the past few days. Already she was getting shakey and weak. Which of course was all in her head, she was actually quite find but withdrawl was a funny thing. Shivering violently she ran her hands over her arms. It was freezing out here. Dressed in only a jacket and a set of cute yet flimsy undergarments was not prime rain clothing. I'm not sure it I was expected or not, he didn't say....so I suppose if he's busy I'll just call Mr. Gaccione and let him know Mr. Anderson doesn't want his gift. I'm sure he'll understand.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

The butler didn't even raise an eyebrow when she in essence told him that she were a slave, instead he sounded like this situation was all to common. Oh, I understand. Your one of the toys, off course. Follow me, I will prepare you. he said, opening up the door for her to step in from the cold rain. Without any further explanation of what preparation means, he led her throw the hall with the marble floor, towards a small door that looked like it would just lead to a small cubby-hole. When she followed him, she passed a display case filled with all kinds of trophies and honors. One of the gold statuette was instantly recognizable - its an Academy Award. There was no time to admire it, since she was led in through the small door, down concrete stairs into some kind of basement. The small room was filled with all kinds of tools. One half of it seemed to be the usual - gardening things, a car repair kit, the sort of things you could find in any basement. However, it was the other half that caught her attention. One of the walls were covered with flogs and whips of more kinds than she knew existed, chains and ropes of different length and thickness and gags in strange shapes. A box on the floor was filled with all kinds of outfits, the only common denominator that descent people would never wear them in public. Or at all. Fishnet dresses, latex bikinis, school uniforms and lace underwear all mixed together. There were even more boxes, and she could only imagine what was in them. Ok, show me what you have on. Off with the coat. the butler instructed, his polite voice all gone now. Instead, he sounded bored, like he was repeating a ritual that he had done to many times before. For your own sake, we want you to look acceptable when you meet mr. Anderson.
Thread: The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

Jessie followed after the butler sighing as warmth seeped into her bones after being out in the cold for so long. It was nice, and even though she was on edge at least she wasn't going to get sick or at least she hoped she wouldn't get sick. Pulling her hair over her shoulders she gently began to comb her fingers through it. It was damp, but not soaked thankfully, the last thing she wanted to do was drip water all over the expensive floors. Her green eyes lit up when she noticed the award but she only got a glimpse before they were past it and going down the basement stairs. Ohhh basement, somehow it reminded her of those horror movies where the street prostitute was tortured and cut into little tiny pieces at the beginning of the movie. Thankfully she was confident that she hadn't been sent to some kind of sadestic murderer. Her owner's clients were generally quite human if not a bit on the Kinky side. Sure. she said cold fingers quickly undid the buttons and sash that hid her lack of clothing from wandering eyes. The jacket fell open revealing a lovely body type. Full breasts were contained in a strapless purple bra nipples pebbled from the cold. A purple lace g-string barely managed to coverd her lower half and left her backside exposed to any wandering eyes. The enitre outfit was tied together by thigh high stockings and a garter belt around one tone, slender thigh. Purple had always been her favorite color and it seemed to suit her skin tone quite well. God there was so much BDSM stuff in this basement it was enough to make her squirm a bit.