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 Head against a wall, arms folded neatly to provide a little cushion between
herself and the rough texture of the brick, Chloe was already a wreck.  Her
breath came in heavy gulps that never seemed to be enough, and her clothes
were torn and disheveled.  She'd actually worn something -Normal- for once,
and it was a good thing too!  Her typical flamboyant outfits doubtlessly
would have snagged on one of those many fences she'd had to jump.  With her
heart thundering deafness into her ears, she didn't hear the little sigh of
brakes at the entrance to the alley.  She was more interested in trying to
get her vision to focus again, while her mind raced with what had just
happened..  They'd pulled up out of nowhere, and when she hadn't heeded
their jeering calls she'd started running, and they'd actually started
chasing!  There was some grim satisfaction in the fact that she'd kicked
one of the men in the face while clambering over a fence, but she still
couldn't help but wonder just why they were after her.  She wasn't anything
special.  Wasn't the prettiest girl in school, or anything.  Just a typical
hyperactive thirteen year old that spent most of her time on the internet,
and suddenly..  People were appearing and trying to hunt her down.

   The only thing she could think of was the private message she had
received on the chat site she spent so much time on, one that had made her
immediately disconnect.  'We know where you live, now'.  The user name was
an anonymous one, and the thought that she might have brought this on
herself was enough to just about bring tears to her eyes.  The rattle of a
can really close finally drew her attention, and she started and stared up
in owl-eyed horror at the giant of a man that loomed over her.  She twisted
away from the wall with a short cry of terror and started trying to run
again, but her legs didn't really want to listen anymore.  Her first few
steps were stumbling, and before she could truly make it out into the light
a hand slammed onto the top of her head and she felt a flame of pain lance
through her scalp as her hair was grabbed and yanked, snapping her head
back and pulling her off her feet.  She didn't really have time to scream
before she was thudded to the ground flat on her back, knocking the wind
out of her and making her already dim view of the living world grow even
darker.  Just before her world went entirely dark, she felt the searing
pain of her hair being pulled once more, and the odd sensation of being
lifted just by that handle..

   When she finally came to, it was with a low groan that bubbled from deep
within her throat, sending a little jolt of pain through her.  Her eyes
fluttered open to nothing but..  Darkness, and when she tried to work up a
little saliva to quell the pain in her seared throat, she found an
obstruction tight between her teeth.  All of this led to the realization of
more little sensations, like the straps that crossed her cheeks and temples
to hold these devices in place, and her heart immediately began to gallop.
She tried to move her hands to get the things off, only to find that they
were locked in a vicious hold behind her back by something that abraded her
soft skin with hard edges.  "NNNNN..!" She tried to cry rather uselessly
against that ball, squirming against her bindings and slipping steadily
across the smooth metal floor of something that she didn't realize was
moving until they hit a bump, tossing her up and letting her land with a
hard thud.  "MMMMNN!!!" Another useless yelp of pain, though this time she
actually elicited a laugh from one of her captors, and a sharp pain in her
ribs that felt like a kick that sent her sliding right back to where she
had started.  Whimpering softly, she finally fell still for this ride
through Hell, tears steadily welling in the bottom of her eyes and soaking
into the blindfold that hugged every contour of her face so neatly.

   Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.  She only woke up when the doors
slammed open and she was yanked across the floor by her hair again.  She
screamed against the gag this time, shuddering in pain both from her scalp
and from her throat!  It -Burned- so bad, by now.  When was the last time
she had a drink.  What time was it?  She still had no clue, and now her
blindfold was glued to her face with the coagulation of tears.  She was
stood on her feet, a vice-like hand clamping down on the back of her neck.
A rough, cold voice had a simple command for her.  "Walk, you stupid little
bitch." She was many things, and stubborn was definitely one of them. 
Rather than obey, she dug her heels in and stood right where she was, or
tried to.  Next thing she knew her wrists were grabbed and forced upward,
straining her shoulders into agony and bending her to their will.  Higher,
higher, until she was standing on tip-toes, her pert little ass high in the
air.  She whimpered and cried against her gag, trying her best to beg them
to just please let her go in wordless sounds.

   The lance of fire that cut through the seat of her jeans was accompanied
by a harsh whistling sound, and it hurt so terrifically that she actually
couldn't scream for a few seconds.  Her voice, instead, caught in her
throat in a funny little yelp.  Another flash of pain, and another, and she
quickly realized that they were going to beat her until she started trying
to walk!  She couldn't even -move- in this vicious hold, but finally she
managed to scream and they relented.  Sobs shuddered through her, and she
felt the pressure easing within her shoulders until she stood more
normally. That hand clamped onto the back of her neck again, the cold,
rough voice sounding in her ringing ears once more.  "Go ahead and do that
again, you stupid little cunt.  See what happens.  Now -WALK-." She wanted
so bad just to dig her heels in again, but fear propelled her to shuffle
forward slowly at his insistence..  She really couldn't do more than that
with the shackles that bound her ankles together.

   She didn't know how far they went, but knew they passed through several
doors.  Each time, a muffled voice got louder and louder.  Finally they
passed through one and the voice just -Erupted- all around her over
loud-speakers.  She couldn't quite understand it, but it sounded like he
was announcing certain features.  A short walk later, she hit a staircase
and stumbled.  The hand didn't exactly help hold her up, and instead, he
let her fall..  Probably payback for that kick in the face earlier.  Her
forehead collided with the edge of the top step, and she was brought out of
her tears by the sudden sharp pain, releasing a pitiful excuse for a yelp
and just shuddering as her mind rebelled against all of this.  No, she
wasn't going to move anymore..  She wasn't going to do it.  What did these
people even want with her?

   He didn't argue with her wanting to lay on the staircase, instead he
just dragged her up the rest of them by that loving handle created by her
short hair until she was on flat, smooth wood.  He thudded her with his
boot again, sending her careening across the polished surface with a grunt
of pain from her throat.  She stopped when she hit a heavy piece of cloth,
and really didn't feel like being kicked again, so she pushed her chin
against the ground and tried to get her knees under her.  She made it to
her knees, and slowly rose before a vicious slap landed across her cheek
and sent her right through the soft, velvety fabric and out to where things
got even louder.  Even on her knees, she stumbled and barely managed to
retain her balance.  Now, she could really understand him.  "AND THIS
LITTLE BEAUTY IS CERTAINLY UNIQUE.  FOUND ON AN ADULT WEBSITE, SHE ALREADY
KNOWS MORE THAN YOUR AVERAGE TEEN!  TO CAP IT OFF, SHE'S GOT GORGEOUS GREEN
EYES!  DEFINITELY A LOVELY ADDITION TO ANYONE'S COLLECTION OR A FANTASTIC
START FOR THOSE OF YOU TRYING TO MUSCLE IN!" She was stupefied by this
eager voice announcing her like she was..  Nothing more than a piece of
meat.  Collection?  She wasn't a fucking collectible.

   Another hand, gloved this time, caught her under her chin and she was
dragged in protest, trying to dig her knees into the polished wooden stage
and squirming the whole way!  She felt heat on her face, and soon she knew
why when they slipped the blindfold off her eyes.  Compared to the
darkness, the bright lights that pin-pointed her were blinding, and she
stared out at the sea of indistinct faces with nothing less than terror
written across her face.  "TO TOP IT ALL OFF, IT APPEARS SHE'S A FIGHTER,
AND A RUNNER!  THIS ONE WILL CERTAINLY REQUIRE ATTENTION TO PUT HER ASS IN
LINE!" She was still baffled, and immediately closed her eyes, seeing the
dancing of bright lights behind her closed lids.  She tried to squirm
backward from this spot, but a gloved hand immediately wrapped around the
back of her neck and shoved her forward once more, keeping her in the spot
light.  "SO WHAT ARE OUR OPENING BIDS?  DO I HEAR ONE!  GOT ONE, TWO?.."
The loud voice droned on, and it -Really- wasn't helping her with her
ability to think, only making her pounding, disorienting headache that much
worse.  He droned on, and on, and finally a hammer snapped her out of her
momentary lapse of mind by crashing onto wood.  "SOLD!" What?  WHAT THE
FUCK WAS GOING ON?!  She couldn't really think about it much, because the
gloved hands were back, hoisting her to her feet.  She kept her legs curled
under her.  Fuck you.  If she was going to be treated this way, she was
going to make it hard on you.  So they had to carry her.  Away from the
bright lights and down a short flight of stairs into that terrifying
crowd.. Where she was greeted by the sight of a wall of a man whose eyes
glinted like ice in the light.  "Is the dumb bitch a cripple?" He mused
when he saw the way they were carting her to him.  Something sent off
warning bells in her head to -NOT- screw with this guy, but she was damned
stubborn.  "MMHN HHOO!" Came through the gag, venom and violence finally
tinting her normally bright green gaze.  At least for a second.

   Despite his size, he moved like lightning, and suddenly his arm was
sticking right underneath her chin and his hand was closing around her
slender throat.  She felt his fingertips touch at the back of her neck, and
her eyes went wide with fear.  "What was that, bitch?" His voice was smooth
and low, an edge of sadism edging into that last word as his hand closed
even tighter, making it impossible for her to breathe!  "Put your fucking
feet down, or I'll throw you to the crowd and see if a little gang-rape
changes your attitude." Horrified and slowly losing consciousness, she
didn't have much choice except to let her legs slowly uncurl until her feet
touched the ground.  His grip loosened and she coughed, shuddering in pain
and cowering in front of him.  Expecting more, she was surprised when he
let his grip trail from her throat to her shoulder, and he seemed to know
that she had already been abused there..  He squeezed hard enough to make
her scream, her knees almost buckling as he twisted her and directed her
around in front of him.  "Move, you silly little bitch, or I'll make it ten
times worse." The threats came in such a cold voice that she didn't care to
doubt him, but her steps were still halting.  Her body was giving out,
exhausted from the day and dehydrated from screaming, running, and crying.
It was getting to the point that it just didn't want to move anymore. 
Half-way through the crowd, she finally gave in and just collapsed.  She
just couldn't move anymore.  Her knees hit the ground hard before she was
yanked right back up by that vicious hold on her shoulder, his thumb
digging in so hard she thought he was going to pop it out of place!  Even
the announcer had stopped in the light of this little show, letting her
muffled scream ring around the crowd immediately around her.  She heard
laughing, she heard vicious comments, but more than anything she heard his
voice.  "ALRIGHT.  LINE IT UP!  ANYTHING GOES, SO LONG AS IT HURTS!" No,
no. Please, no.  She was yanked up and over his shoulder, ass facing out
toward the crowd, and left whimpering weakly into his back through her gag.
He wrapped one arm around her legs, and the other went around her waist. 
She really wanted to bite him.  Instead, she just head-butt him in the
back, once, before she realized that was a terrible idea.  Her vision swam
and her headache worsened..  Though she wasn't prepared for the suddenly
vicious swats that came her way when he began to move.  She didn't know
what they were using, but each device made her jolt and yelp in pain, and
she could feel the seat of her jeans starting to shred.  It only got worse,
and by the end of the room she could feel warmth seeping into the
surrounding fabric.  Tears rained freely from her eyes despite her
dehydration, and she was racked with shuddering sobs that only helped to
soak into the big man's shirt.  She already hated him.

   The temperature shifted instantly, and she knew it from the way it made
her poor ass sting so much worse when they passed through a door into a
chillier place, and the sounds of the announcer resumed, muffled once more.
The sound of the door closing behind her had resembled that of a vault, and
it felt like it was sealing her fate.  Through her tear-blurred gaze, she
saw shimmering in the new place.  A dull, murky yellow light.  That was all
before he popped the trunk on a car and dumped her into it like a sack of
groceries.  Her ass hit, and she squealed and jumped, nailing her head on
the support.  Darkness encroached on the edges of her vision, and she just
couldn't fight it anymore..  She fell, and he sealed her into darkness
before she gave into her own.

   When she finally woke up, groggy, staring at the darkness, she realized
that the motor wasn't running and the car wasn't moving anymore.  Her lips
were chapped and starting to crack open from sheer dehydration, and she was
given a few seconds to contemplate her place..  She was in a stranger's
trunk, in a strange place..  Everything hurt.  Her ribs were starting to
throb, and her ass..  When she tried to move her legs, she was immediately
rewarded with searing pain that made her scream against that little hated
ball placed between her teeth.  A thump sounded, a blade of light appearing
that made her squeeze her eyes shut once more.  Suddenly she was awash with
light, she could see it through her eyelids, and big, rough hands were
feeling along her cheeks.  They found the clasps for the gag, and he
released them, pulling it out of her mouth.  Her jaw ached so terribly that
she actually couldn't close it.  Every time she tried, it was met with a
needle of pain in the hinge of her jaw, like it was dislocated or
something. He laughed above her.  "Oh, such a perfect expression..  Mouth
wide open and eyes squeezed shut." He actually sounded amused by her pain.
Bastard.  She wanted to say something to that, but it came out as an
unintelligible yelp when her throat seized.  "Dehydrated as usual..  Can't
have My toys unable to properly lubricate or bleed." What?  What the -HELL-
was he talking about?  She wasn't a fucking collectible, or a toy.  She was
a person!  He didn't seem to know that little fact, and wrapped his hand
around her chafed and bleeding wrists, getting a little mewling groan of
pain out of her as she was dragged up and over the edge of the trunk and
just allowed to collapse on the floor, her yelp silenced by the thud of
impact that laced fire through her ribs.  "Pitiful.  If you want water,
you're going to have to get to it." ..What?  Water?  She opened her eyes to
the searing light and blinked several times.  Her vision was badly out of
focus, and she stared up at him.  He only pointed over to a hose faucet set
in a wall with a dog dish collecting the soft drip, drip beneath it.

   She stared longingly at the glimmer of each drip of water that fell,
though she didn't know if she could actually do it.  Her mind was working
like her head had been filled with molasses, and each time she tried to
move it was painful.  She struggled, grunting in pain each time she tried
to wriggle herself onto her front.  She finally managed, and he just
stepped back..  Not helping her.  He wanted to see her struggle, and
really..  She just wanted to die.  How much more horrible could it get from
here?  She didn't know.  She couldn't know, because she'd never been
through something so horrible.  Her knees got under her, and she realized
that the only thing driving her anymore was the simple mechanical refusal
of death like this..  Crouching back onto her knees, she realized just how
weak she was when she couldn't hold her torn little ass above her heels and
collapsed.  Her back arched, and for the first time in a long time a true
scream split the air around her as the heels of her boots dug into her ass.
Adrenaline surged through her, and she panted for breath, finally able to
just lift herself up a little and shuffle along on her knees.  It felt like
it took forever for her to get there, but she arrived at the faucet that
was dripping precious water and just collapsed onto the edge of the bowl.
Her jaw was starting to work a little, and she closed her teeth on the edge
of the stainless steel and tipped it back with her weight, giving her that
precious amenity and spilling it all over the floor around her chin.  She
gulped and gulped and gulped, her ass high in the air to keep it from
hitting her shoes again.  It may have been from a dog dish in someone's
garage, but to her it was the best tasting thing that had ever existed.

   He approached slowly, and suddenly she felt herself being yanked away by
her shoulder and that intense pressure.  She squealed and let go of her
bowl, following that hand and trying her best to get the pressure stopped.
He twisted her around to face him, and rammed her back down onto the heel
of her boots.  Her whole body tightened, but she couldn't make a sound
except for an odd squeak as her breath caught in her throat.  Back arched
and eyes wide, she was forced to stare up into his rough-hewn yet strangely
attractive face as he applied even more pressure to her tiny body,
increasing the pain with every pound added.  "You want more of it, toy.. 
You need to get something straight, first." He'd given her just a taste,
and she still felt so very thirsty..  "Beg for the right to service your
new Master's cock, and maybe you'll get it." A blush warmed her face at
once, and he relented on the pressure.  It was only then that she realized
she wasn't breathing, either.  Her breath rushed back into her still raw,
cracked throat and she lifted up just a little.  She was running on fumes,
but that defiant streak only seemed to settle in deeper.  She tried her jaw
a few times..  It still ached, but she could move it now.  "Fuck you,
asshole." She barked in reply, using language that she'd never been allowed
before.  Dire circumstances call for dire action?  He actually looked
startled for a brief second before a wide, sadistic grin spread across his
features.  Oh, fuck.  She started to back pedal almost at once, squirming
away from him until her back hit the wall.  Looming over her, he pinned her
there with nothing more than his presence.  "I think you've got things a
little backward..  You don't fuck -Me-.  I fuck -You-." He laughed at his
own little joke and the sheer horror that spread across her face as he laid
everything out plain and simple.  She'd seen those kinds of videos before..
She'd actually been watching one when she'd gotten that eerie message.