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Keith was nervous. As he and a few men waited in the van, he chewed his nails and looked out the driver's side window and in the rear view mirror. They were waiting for someone a witness. When you're in a gang, you try and be as thorough as possible when it came to not getting caught by the police. And that meant you especially made sure that no one saw what you did when engaged in illegal activities. Rumor had it that they'd failed to stay as hidden as they thought and a girl had been witness to several crimes the gang had committed. Enough to put them all away for a long time if she went to the police with what she knew. Keith couldn't let that happen. Even though their leader, Creasy , was practically untouchable when it came to the law, the rest of the men weren't and there was no way Keith was ever going to go back to prison--not if he could help it. Nothing was worse than being owned and raped by members of the Aryan Brotherhood, especially when everyone was out to get everyone else in jail. You needed some protection from some group or risk getting shivved or taken advantage of. And protection always came with a price. Keith wasn't a strong man, being skinny and of medium height and body build and the only reason he had any authority where he was now was because he was best friends with the gang leader. Despite that, if the police became involved, Creasy wouldn't hesitate to cut all ties and disappear into the wind, leaving the rest of the men to fend for themselves. Based on the tip they'd gotten, this girl knew enough to make 'fending for themselves' pretty difficult. When Creasy had heard about the girl he'd ordered the men to go and get her. They would find out what she knew and if it was a lot, they'd sufficiently silence her. No problem. So, Keith and the other men had gotten a picture of her and had found out where she worked and where she lived and now they waited in a secluded street on route between her workplace and home. This was where they would grab her, and Keith continued to watch for signs of her, sitting behind the wheel of the van with the keys in the ignition and ready to go at a moments notice.
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Re The Gang closed ButbutMac would you just listen to me! I swear all you ever do is yell. Knock it off. I didnt leave the computer on. I dont know who broke into the system. And I sure as heck didnt do it! I have free access to all of that stuff anyways, it would be repetitive. The angry male voice over the phone wasnt abating. Mac, her boss and ex-boyfriend was again not listening. A quality that eventually finished their personal relationship. I cant believe youd insult me this way. Why would I sell our company list? Even if I had it would only get me quick cash now but would ruin my job. Im not going to do that. Youve known me long enough to know His hangup finished the argument. With a muted sound of frustration Anne slammed the phone down. Mac was such a bruiser. Furious she grabbed her coat and flicked the office lights off. It was close to 10pm already and she should have been home hours ago. Would have been too except late the previous night someone had broken into their system and stole a ton of business files. It was a mess and she had to be the one to clean it up. Mac wasnt going to come back from his sex-cation with his new girlfriend in Maui for that. Which left Anne to do all the work. Go figure. Locking up she walked down the steps onto the street. A brisk walk may help her feel better. Burn off all the resentful energy. The middle of October and it was already too chilly. Pulling her cream colored trench more around her Anne headed home, the small snick of her high heeled boots on the cement was the only sound. No cars, no people, nada. When she was about halfway home Anne started to feel like someone was watching her. Nervous she walked faster, hoping that it was her imagination.
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Re The Gang closed Keith had studied every line and curve of the face in the photo in his jacket pocket. So he didn't need to take it out to look when he saw her walking down the sidewalk towards the van. He made a discreet motion with his hand to the men in back and they got ready to open the doors. Keith waited for her to pass by the front end of the van before he made another gesture and the men in back opened the sliding doors and jumped out. He watched in the side view mirror as the two men, dressed from head to toe in black and wearing ski masks and gloves, came up behind her and grabbed her. She immediately started struggling and screaming, but there was no one around to hear her. Even so, Keith looked around out the front windows, up and down the street while turning the key in the ignition. The two men who held the woman didn't have too much difficulty handling her, both being burly and tall, and their hands on her holding her in vice-like grips as they dragged her back towards the van, the open door waiting like the maw of some dark, voracious beast. There were two other men inside waiting with open hands that grasped the girl as the other men neared and pulled her inside. Then the two men followed her into it and closed the doors right as Keith started to pull away from the curb and drove away. One of the men shoved a rag into her mouth and put tape over it to keep it in place, while another forced her onto her stomach and proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. The men said nothing as they handled her roughly, no lewd laughter or sleezy comments this was grave business trying to stay out of prison. And Keith watched them all intently from the rear view mirror as he drove to the hideout.
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Re The Gang closed It all happened so fast, like you see in movies. And even though it was fast it was slow. Like all of time was stopping and she could feel every movement, every push and shove, every thread of rope that wrapped around her wrist. But at the same time it was so fast, no way to escape, no way out. Just terror that coursed through her veins like ice and turned into adrenaline that she couldnt use. Not against this many huge bruisers. First her body fought and screamed and kicked. Along the way she lost both of her shoes. The boots lying in the dirt of the road. Then, her body calmed and that ice in her veins made her tremble. The rag in her mouth was thankfully clean but it sopped up all the moisture in her mouth and throat. So even if she could be understood around it she couldnt manage the will to speak. With her face pressed into the van floor it wasnt exactly the best time to ask questions anyways. All she could do was wait and see what would happen. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. But that thought only lasted a moment. With a slowly growing suspicion she began to think she knew exactly who these men were. Over the last couple of months she had seen many things. Muggings, a murder, robberies, and now the break in at her business. It had probably been them. They had figured out who had called the police all those times. Thinking of how organized that had to make them made her shiver again. Great rolling trembles that would have shattered her teeth if they could touch. Few tears gathered in her eyes and she let them drop to the van floor in a small moment of indulgence. Weakness would not help her here. And it was unclear what their purpose was for taking her. But either way her mind told her there were only two options rape or death. And maybe both.
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Re The Gang closed Anne, despite what the man in front of her may think, was not stupid. When his less then gentle hands removed the cloth gag and hair-pulling tape from her mouth she did not scream. She had seen the surrounding area and there would be no one to answer her criesjust as he said. So the best thing was to cooperate and perhaps prevent any violence or violating from happening. So her voice was clear and soft when she spoke, no louder then she had to be. I understand. I wont scream, but Id like to know where I am? Whats going on? Why am I here? And I want to know what you want, and what youre going to do to me if you dont get it. One didnt work with an asshole like Mac for four years without gaining some bargaining skills. Anne planned to give them what they wanted to a certain extent. If their aim was to rape her she wasnt going to comply but if they wanted information, like she thought they did, then she would do her best to comply. The rusty and sharp, and even terribly dull items on the trey beside her chair certainly also influenced her decision. It wouldnt help to panic. Even though she still trembled, and even though she wanted to scream and cry. But the stern faces surrounding her were not those of tolerant men. Just savages. And oddly, being without her shoes made her feel more vulnerable. The cold of the floor seeping into her white thigh high covered toes, shivering up her old fashioned garters and chilling her skin. Anne had a feeling that this wasnt going to go well, no matter what she did. And to control herself she bit her tongue, distracting herself with pain.
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Re The Gang closed Keith removed the tape and cloth with quick and easy movements, not looking away from her when he tossed the tape and cloth onto the ground. He was already hyped up and nervous about possibly needing to use the things laid out on the table--mostly old tools and a few sharp instruments--so he wanted to avoid unnecessary talking. That was partly why he ignored her first question when he answered her, figuring she'd get the hint that he wasn't going to reveal their location to her. We'd just like to talk to you, Anne, he said calmly, sitting perched on the edge of the table, resting his gun on his leg right in front of her face nonchalantly. See, word on the street is that you've been talking to the police lately. I just want to know what you've told them and who exactly you've talked to, okay? Things will go a lot easier and be less painful for you if you just tell me everything. His tone was relaxed and confident and sympathetic, like he was trying to reassure her and get on good terms with her. But, if you make things difficult, then I will do everything I can to make sure you spill your guts. His voice took on a slightly menacing note when he said that, but still retained that touch of sympathy. The way he said it sounded like he didn't want to have to hurt her, even though in reality, he kind of didn't care. He was going to end up hurting her in the end anyways. If you cooperate with me, he said in that relaxed, understanding tone again. I'll let my boss know and he'll probably be lenient and let you go. That part was a flat out lie, but he hoped she bought it. The quicker they got her to confess, the quicker they could put a bullet in her head and dump her body into the river.
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Re The Gang closed The reality of her situation suddenly hit Anne, right as the icy feeling from the floor hit her heart. These men didnt care if she saw their face. They didnt care that if she escaped she would be able to identify them. That only led to one conclusion. They would get the information they wanted and then she would be slaughtered. Likely shoved under the floorboards or given some old-fashioned cement shoes. Her earlier plan of appeasement was a joke. Maybe if she did spill all they would give her a merciful death but for heavens sake these were gangsters! Rape, murder and slavery would be every-day to them, and she was by no means ugly. The best she could hope for was torture then death or rape then death. And at this point Anne wasnt sure which one would be worse. Torture didnt sound like much fun but Anne also happened to be a virgin. A most unlikely state at the ripe old age of twenty-two. Especially when shed been with Mac for three years, that horny dog. Even so, shed rather of given it to him then these malicious bastards. Anne knew what had to be done. Her mouth grew tight and Anne swallowed hard and looked Keith right in the eye. Im not stupid. You would never let me see your face or anyone else heres face if you planned on letting me go. I can only assume that when you get what you want from me youll kill me, and anyone else Ive talked to. If I am to die I will not sentence others with me. Her courage was enough to get the words out and to steal herself against the pain sure to come. But it wasnt enough to keep her voice from becoming reedy and trembling. But she had just enough courage for one more comment. Welcome to a dead end gentlemen.
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Re The Gang closed The distraction that Creasy caused was all that Anne needed. Under the guise of being terrified by Keith and his rape threats, Anne pulled her trench closer to herself and slipped her hands into the outside side pocket. True it was very difficult with her hands tied the way they were but it wasnt impossible. All she needed to do was hit one button and hold it. Burying her face into her trench lapels her hands sought for her cell phone. Keith must have been too agitated or nervous, no one had checked her for weapons or a phone. Granted she didnt normally carry weapons but who nowadays didnt have a phone? When her trembling fingers found it she smiled a secret smile into her coat. Maybe the 911 operator would be smart enough to track a silent phone call and pinpoint her location. It would be even better if they heard some of Keith or this new mans threats. While the two stood partly away discussing hershe was sure, she found and held down the 1 button which was a call to 911. Then to ease suspicion she pulled her hands from her pocket under the guise of regaining her dignity. The cell phone dropped back into the bottom of the pocket. It seemed just as she looked up Keith was waving a signal for the other men to go at her. Her eyes widened and she kicked out, striking one skinhead in the knee. Screaming no was all she could do, and all that she gained was a slap and rough male hands ripping at her dress and finding their way to her panties. The urge to fight became stronger when blunt male fingers pushed their way into her pussy. But almost as soon as they had appeared they were gone. The new man stood over her in a protective type fashion and the men backed off like dogs that have felt the fist of a Master. Anne looked up at him and valiantly wiggled her hips so her dress would drop down and cover her once more. His face offered no comfort, the only thing that did was the cell phone in her pocket. He was hard of face, more so then the men surrounding her, still panting like dogs. He said he could handle her and he probably could. But one man is a lot easier to get away from then many. And his deciding to take over the situation may work to Annes advantage. With his eyes full of lust, Anne prayed she could get some concessions from him. Please, would you untie my hands? Im no threat to you now, as Im sure you know.
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Re The Gang closed It was so odd, how overwhelming Creasy was. He wasnt like the men who he clearly was Dominant to. Those were mere thugs, thieves and bruisers. Creasy was like how Anne figured Rockefeller or William Hurst must have been when they were alive. Powerful, not raw but not polished either. Tall and imposing. It was a disturbing thing to be that close to a man who was that dangerous. Shoeless, having been mauled and quickly running out of energy, Anne was in no position to fight him or the strong hand that would have dragged her across the building if she hadnt kept up with him. No way was she going to fall on her knees before him undoubtedly he wouldnt let her up if she did. And Anne had no desire to instigate that. His bedroom surprised her. Not because he had nice furniture but because the rest of the room wasnt nice. If he was the boss, why wasnt he rolling in dough so to speak? Wouldnt a man like him want to flaunt his position above others? Truethe bed looked large and imposing, enough to send her into a fit of shivers once more. But that was the only disturbing thing about the room. Well, that and the boards over the windows. But if someone wanted to make this place look abandoned that would be the best thing to do now wouldnt it? His overly personal search of her body and clothing was enough to make Anne sick. But she stood there and did nothing, because while her hands were tied she had no defense except for kicking and that wouldnt do much against this much larger man who dwarfed her five feet, two inch body. Plus, any action like that might knock off her glasses, and without them she was nearly blind. So far not a good combination. When he pulled out her phone and her last resource was lost to her, Anne lost her good sense and blurted out what lingered in her head. How can you not care? Wasnt it on your order that I was kidnapped and dragged here? If you dont care then why would you do that to me? And another thing, youre not so powerful that you can make the people at my work just forget about me! I handle all the business records, Im the only one who knows passcodes to client lists, locations, phone numbers, all that! Just because you say something doesnt make it true. And furthermore slavery has been outlawed for hundreds of years and, Anne paused to get a breath in for her tirade, Im no more yours then I am the queen of England. And I somehow doubt that you can keep an eye on me for the rest of your life. Even if its your plan no ones perfect and you will make a mistake someday. One either I, your enemy or one of your own is going to take advantage of. Despite his Dominant aura Anne found it much easier to stand up to him then when she was surrounded by those idiots before. She had a feeling he was much more controlled and not likely to lash out in the childish and nervous way that Keith did.
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Re The Gang closed As soon as she opened her mouth, Creasy knew they were going to have to do this the hard way. And he comforted himself with the fact that he'd let her choose. She wanted to be difficult then he could be hard on her. After she fell silent, suddenly the way he stood was like a wolf with it's hackles raised. And he glared at her unsmiling. Sit down. NOW, he said indicating the bed just a few steps behind her. There was a dangerous vibe in his tone, and although his voice was quiet, everything about his body and voice said that he could kill her with his bare hands and he wouldn't bat an eye. Maybe you didn't understand, he began, smiling at her without laughter, his face full of cruel menace. Sure, what you know could possibly have an effect on my men and how the police would view them. But, I told you, the law cannot touch ME. I've got half the police officers and Commissioners as well as the District Attorney of the city in my pocket. I could shoot up a fucking Wal-Mart or a Kindergarden class and those ineffectual windbags won't lay a hand on me. His voice was harsh and full of tightly controlled anger at having to explain himself to her, his new possession. The only reason you're here is because it would be a pain in the ass for me to get new men to continue my operations. I ordered them to get you, to prevent the law from making a case, because the same powers that protect me do not extend to the rest of my gang. You might want to reconsider plans of escape or outside help. If you think that talking to anyone, escaping or being rescued will save you, then you're dead wrong. Whether you choose to believe it yet or not, you ARE mine now. I will never let you go. Wherever you run or wherever you hide I will hunt you down and bring you back and anyone who gets in my way or who tries to help you will be killed. Do you understand that? If you run to anyone and ask for help you put their lives in danger. He held her chin in his hand firmly as he gazed at her, stony faced. It's no longer about what you know anymore or who you've spoken to. It's about my desire to own you. By the way he looked at her as he said that last sentence it was painfully clear exactly what he meant. Sure he was taking a risk keeping her alive, that she'd escape and his men would be arrested, but there was something about her... Creasy didn't want to let go of her now or ever if he could help it. She would be HIS, mind and body by the time he was through.
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Re The Gang closed Anne sat because that was safer then standing. And she listened to him and what he had to say. Undoubtedly he was right, and with the control and power he exuded she didnt doubt that he told her the truth. She had a feeling that he had no desire to lie to her, that the truth was scary enough to keep her in her place. Which was apparently below him in his bed with him rutting over her. At this point it would be rape, there was no way she was going to give up her virginity without a fight, even if it was a fight she was never going to win. I see. Then Ill make you a deal. I will, obey, to a certain extent if you promise not to rape me. I wont try to run or do anything agitating to you but only if you promise to not touch me in that way. Then you have the cooperation you desire and Ill have the assurance I need to not stab you in your sleep. Deal? In an effort to seal the pact Anne held out her bound wrists. The ropes were tight and the tips of her fingers were turning purple. And deep red welts were beginning to form where the rough rope pulled and abraded against her much softer skin. Anne prayed he would accept her offer. It didnt mean she was dead in the water or anything but at least it might gain her some freedom and she might be able to convince him somewhere down the road to let her goif she was suitably cooperative and, as much as it galled her to say it, nice. Of course nice was Annes normal personality but those things dont tend to carry over when youve been kidnapped.
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Re The Gang closed Laughter bubbled up from his chest and he looked at her no longer angry but very amused as he let the hilarity overwhelm him. Creasy couldn't help it that was just too rich! It seemed she didn't understand at all why she was still living! My-my dear, he said trying to get the words out in between chuckles before he finally got a handle on himself. What would be the point of keeping you around then, if not for how you could serve me, physically? I am a man with needs , you know. He reached into his back pants pocket and pulled out a switchblade, opening it with a sharp flick of his wrist. Looking down at her in a warning manner, he cut the ropes binding her offered wrists, snapping the blade shut and returning it to his pocket before stepping away from her. Confident that he could handle her and that she would have sufficient difficulty getting out of the room if she did happen to subdue him, he walked over to the large, elegant bureau against the far wall. Opening the top cabinet doors, revealed a small stand with liquor bottles and medium crystal glasses in it. As he poured two drinks, he watched her from the corner of his eye, ready and alert to take action at the least provocation. How about I make you another deal? he asked as he brought the two glasses back over to her. If I try and make it as pleasant as I possibly can, you will have sex with me when I want it, and in return, I'll not let any of my men touch you. also, I think it goes without saying that this deal will include you NOT making any attempts on my life. After he finished speaking he offered her one of the glasses as if this was his way of sealing the deal. Creasy was fully capable of taking what he wanted from her by force and then sedating her to keep her in constant submission. But she was smart and pretty and he found the combination of that and her defiance amusing. He would play her little game for as long as it benefited him to do so. It would be so much more entertaining to squash her will if she was of sound mind and not drugged all the time.