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Old 05-28-2012, 03:05 AM   #9
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Craig walks around behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “They’ll really like you Jen,” he says. “I’m sure of it.”
“Yeah...” she says, “let’s just get this over with.”
Craig smiles, leading her over to a back door which he unlocks and opens wide for her. The smell of smoke instantly assails her, making her eyes water. She turns her head away in reaction to it, when a harsh slap on her rear makes her yelp. “In ya go!” says Craig.
“You don’t have to act like a pig!” Jennifer yells as she turns to face him.
“Yeah... whatever,” says Craig nonchalantly, nearly shoving her in and almost toppling her to the floor. He turns away from her, his great back to her, lock coming in place with a click. Then she hears a chain being drawn, its chimes clanging as it is pulled through a loop in the door handle and a lock clicks into place, dials spinning so she has no idea about the combination.
Her eyes have gone wide now, breathing coming out raggedly and heart thrumming in her chest. Why is he putting a second lock in place?
Sweat beads on her forehead and she turns to look at the door, now hooked in place. Craig dusts off his hands. He looks at her, openly leering at her large breasts. Instinctively she covers them, feeling suddenly very unsafe with Craig here. All alone.
“So this is the package you promised?” a heavily accented voice behind her says.
Jennifer whirls around, looking into the beady eyes of a thick bellied, double chinned Hispanic. The man puffs on a cigar, small Hitler like mustache flaring briefly. His shirt is wet with the slick sweat of his body, the dusty brown business suit he wears having stains underneath the pits.
Beside him are two hulking men dressed in similar wear, tattoos and scars ribbing their faces and hands. They stare at her with deathly looks, the only difference between the two, one having short cropped hair and the other being bald. But both seem to have a snake tattoo on their left of a serpent biting their under ear, and bare scars on their right sides of their faces. The two look like felons, and the man himself looks like some drug lord.
“Craig,” she says, turning towards her manager. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll walk.”
“A little late for that Jen,” says Craig, leaning against the door, arms folded across his chest. “You should be more cordial with the guest. After all, they paid for your services.”
“What?” says Jennifer incredulously. She barely sees as the two large men grab either arm, their thick hands covering her length and holding her tight. She struggles kicking and screaming. “No! Let me go! Stop this!”
The men ignore her struggling, simply holding her between them as she bounces amongst them with her protestations loud against their ears. She does not note the fat man coming towards her until a sharp slap cuts through her senses. “I hate being ignored chica!” says the man, leaning down towards her. He cups her chin, turning her head left and then right, as if examining her.
“Wha-what are you going to do with me?” she says.
He ignores her words, instead slipping a hand below her tank top, thick greasy fingers grabbing hold of her left breast. “Hey!” she yells. “Let go!”
He ignores her, squeezing her breast as if it were an overripe melon. “Nice. Nice,” says the man, pulling her top over her breasts so the large bodies of flesh are easily visible for all the men to see. He pinches both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rubbing them lightly.
“Aaaahhh!!” she yells in pain. “Craig! Make them stop!”
“Nice. Nice,” says the man. “Soft and tender.”
He leans his fat pudgy body towards her, cupping her left breast anew and opens his mouth wide, his yellow and black teeth fully visible to her.
“No! No! What are you doing!?” she yells.
Her protestations fall on deaf ears as his mouth closes upon her breast, his mouth slobbering and sucking loudly. “Aaagghhh! Stop it!” she yells. “Craig!” she says, craning her neck towards her manager. “Make him stop!” Tears are forming at her eyes and she’s practically begging, loathing the feel of this man’s mouth on her tender breasts.
Craig simply stares, a smile plastered on his sickly lips. Jennifer whimpers, feeling as the man’s teeth suddenly find her nipple and bite down hard. She shrieks loudly. “Aahhhh! Stop! Please stop!”
The man pulls her nipple, stretching her breast meat as he pulls back and lets it snap back into place. “Nice. Nice. Good and hard little titties!” He flicks both her nipples repeatedly. Jennifer sobs in disgust.
“No... please...”
He leans back, pulling her top back down and tilts her chin. “Your face looks good enough to eat chica! Especially with your tears running down it like that.”
He runs his tongue over her cheek and she shakes her head from his grip. “You fucking bastard! When I get out of here...”
The crack across her face resounds loudly in the smokey room. “Warned you to be nice to the patrons,” says Craig from behind her.
Jennifer can feel the blood running down her cracked lip. “Please....”
The second slap resounds against her opposing cheek, inflaming the flesh with a sharp sting. The fat man looks at her, squeezing her cheeks tight in his palm. “Chica...” he says. “You are our cunt now. You do as we say... when we say.”
His other hand slips between her legs inside her short shorts. She squirms, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. His thick fingers get beneath her panties in between her soft cunt lips and he jams their thick bodies into her, her dry lips aching with agony as the rough members probe her skin, pounding and gripping her insides. Instinctively she squeezes her legs, gripping the fingers tighter in an effort to push them out. The hard calloused skin tears at her tender insides and she weeps openly at the pain.
The man suddenly pulls out his fingers with a jerk, spreading his hand wide and looking at the liquid trailing down them. Sticking some fingers in his mouth he sucks on them and then wipes the still wet ends across her face and chest leaving wet streaks across her skin. “Aaauuugghh!!” she moans, her legs squirming from the pain they’ve just endured.
“Her lips are nice and tight,” says the man. “Good and dry, so she’ll scream well.”
The tears stream down her eyes, her body shivering with disgust. Why does Craig not do anything to stop these men? Why?
“She is good Mr. Markson. Excellent for our little fiesta. You will be well compensated.”
Craig nods. “Better be, I’ve been wanting to lay into this cunt myself for some time.”
“Craig?” she asks, her eyes locked on him, body shivering, breasts rising and falling quickly, pressing against her thin fabric.
The man stares with dull eyes, the smoke swirling around his face. “What?” he says quietly. “You thought you were all that cuz you’re some fucking college fluzee?” He spits to the side, and grinds his boot on the floor on the spit. “Naaahh... You’re just a piece of chump change like the rest of the sluts at the bar. Nice. Fat. Change.”
The grin that splits his face makes Jennifer’s heart break. He’d been planning this from the beginning she realizes, and she’d fallen for it, hook line and sink her.
Rough hands turn her face and she stares at the fat man who looks at her with a dark look, lips twisting at the ends into a thin smile. “Now chica...” he says. “We’re going to discuss the rules.”
Her heart thunders faster thinking on what this awful man has planned in store for her.

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hopefully this makes up for the delay for you guys. any suggestions to what should happen to jennifer are welcome.
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