MonCapitan - The King of Apples

>"It's simple, the Apples have refused to pay any of the Family's protection payments, they've dismissed all of our threats, and now they're encroaching on our business up North. Mr. Gambino is not happy with this, Anon, and he wants you to deal with it."

"You know I'm your guy for the job, Lou. What does the boss want me to do anyway? Rough 'em up a bit, eh? Raze their barn? What?"

>"No, no. The boss was thinking something a bit stronger. He wants you to kidnap their oldest daughter. You're gonna take her to the warehouse at Dock 9, you know the one, and you're gonna stay with her there. Keep an eye on her and rough her up when we tells ya to. Got it?"

"Got it, Lou. And give Mr. Gambino my regards."

>"I'll be sure to tell him. And remember, if it all goes south, you're part of the Family, we've got your back. That doesn't mean fuck it up, ya hear? Now get goin', boss wants it done by midnight. Call me from the warehouse."

*Click.*

 

>You are Anonymous.

>A member of a notorious mob without a name.

>From the inside, however, it was known as the Family.

>You've worked for them for as long as you can remember.

>You're one of them and you'll do whatever the boss, Mr. Gambino tells you.

>As you load your snub nose .38 Special, you contemplate how you'll execute the job you've been assigned.

>You slip the revolver in your coat pocket, grab your keys, and head out the door.

 

>Your car rumbles to a stop half a mile out from the barn and subsequently the rest of the house.

>You made sure to keep your headlights off as you drove up.

>You don't want to alert anyone prematurely.

>You've got to let 'em now that you took her though, so you will have to alert them.

>But, that was who you were.

>Anonymous the button man.

 

>You approach the house in a low crouch, hand in your coat resting on the cold grip of your firearm.

>The house is still lit up.

>Looks like they're all still awake.

>You walk in a slow crouch up to the edge of the house under the window.

>The creak of a door hits your ear.

>Slowly backing up you behold a large burly looking man with orange hair and a boyish face.

>You watch as he carries a large bag and places it gently into a metal trashcan sitting several feet away.

>He turns on his heels and lumbers back inside having completely missed you.

>The big oaf.

>You wait until you hear the door's lock click.

*Click*

>Good.

>You continue to inch your way along the house until you hear voices.

>It sounds like...

>Two girls.

>They're coming from an open window above you.

>Good.

 

>And a conveniently placed...

>What is this thing called again?

>Rose ladder?

>Living wall?

>One of those ladder walls with the plants in it that kids use to climb into their girlfriend's windows in the middle of the night.

>Yeah, one of those.

>A conveniently placed one of those.

>You grasp the first rung and lift yourself up to test its integrity.

>It seems to be holding.

>Slowly, you climb the ladder.

>As you climb, the voices get louder.

>You can hear that they aren't just talking.

>A raspier voice sounds like its giggling.

>And the other is...

>Oh my.

>You falter for a moment.

>Your penis slowly begins constricting itself on your pants.

>They're fucking.

>Deciding that the best course of action would be to play the role of Peeping-Anon, you continue your ascent.

>As you reach the top of the ladder you slowly lift your head up over the edge of the windowsill until only you can see the room.

>Oh my.

 

>A blue skinned beauty with rainbow hair was getting her pussy eatin' out by another girl with lighter orange skin wearing a hat.

>She was your mark.

>Allowing your penis to call the shots you decide to let them continue for a little while.

 

>You watch as the hat girl slowly runs her tongue between the rainbow haired girl's lower lips.

>You can see her sweet fluids leaking out into your target's mouth.

>The rainbow haired girl gasps in ecstasy, grabbing your target's head and grinding it against her crotch.

>As she throws her head back in ecstasy, the hat girl lowers one of her hands between her legs and quickly inserts a finger.

>She thrusts the finger in and out as she eats out her blue skinned friend.

>Eventually, one finger becomes two and her pace quickens.

>You watch in enjoyment as a small pool of fluid begins to form below the orange skinned girl.

>Rainbow hair throws her head into a pillow and screams a muffled scream of pure elation.

>Her whole body is wracked with convulsions as the orgasm courses through her.

>Seeing this, the hat girl quickens her pace, darting her tongue in and out, deep into her friends tight looking clit.

>You can smell the sex from your vantage point and it was divine.

>Your can feel the intense bulge of your penis trying to escape its cloth prison and for a moment you consider pulling it out and relieving yourself.

>But then, you remember why you are here in the first place.

>Still though, one tug or two couldn't hurt.

>...

>Shut up, penis.

 

>"Nyaaah~"

 

>You break out of your internal struggle and look back through the window.

>You see the rainbow haired girl has pinned her orange skinned friend on the bed.

>You hear a wet shlicking noise and realize that they're grinding into each other.

>You look down the bed to see two very wet pussies rubbing against each other.

>As they rub more lubrication is created and as more lubrication is created they rub more.

>It's a beautiful beautiful cycle.

>The stain on the bed is going to be hard to clean.

>They aren't looking though.

>This might be a good time to act.

>Or jack off.

>No, boner. Bad boner.

>Hey man, I'm just saying.

>Yeah, well, this isn't the time.

>Whatever, man.

 

>With that out of the way you silently climb through the window, drawing your revolver as you move.

>You draw closer to the bed, each step filling your nose with more and more of their sweet scent.

>Finally reaching the foot of the bed, you raise the butt of your pistol and bring it down hard on the back of the rainbow haired girl's head.

>Her whole body goes limp as she falls unconscious.

 

>"What in tarnation, Rainbow did you just-"

 

>You shove Rainbow off of her and level your gun with her head.

>Now, go on girly, scream.

 

>"Aw, hell no."

 

>What?

>Before your mind can contemplate it, she's kicking forward.

>Right for your still erect penis.

>You leap back to escape the crippling blow.

>Only to stumble into the open window.

>You manage to catch yourself just before you fall, but now you're hanging out of the window again.

>You see a face peer over the windowsill.

>It's her.

>You attempt to aim your gun.

>Your gun.

>It's gone.

>You look down and see the shine of something metallic laying on the dirt just below you.

>Fuck.

>Quickly diving upwards you attempt to grab her.

>She pulls back, but her long hair doesn't move quite as fast as she does and you manage to grab on.

>As you come down from your lunge and grab a hold of the ladder again you take her with you.

*CRACK*

>Looking up you see her head on the windowsill.

 

>"AAAAAH. YER GONNA PAY FOR THAT."

 

>Nope.

>With an iron grip on her hair you begin pulling her towards you.

>More yelps of pain.

*CRACK*

>Wait, that wasn't her head.

>What was tha-

>You feel your footing break.

>Oh fuck.

>As you begin your rapid descent you make sure to pull the orange skinned girl with you.

>The two of you fall from the second story and land with a hard thud.

>You landed on your back.

>A surge of pain runs through your whole body and your vision blurs.

>Fuck that hurt.

>As your vision comes back you see the girl your after is unconscious on the ground in front of you.

>Hopefully she isn't dead.

 

>"BIG MAC. GIT YER RIFLE."

 

>You look up to see a very old woman staring at you from the front porch.

>Standing slowly you scan the ground for your revolver.

>Sighting it and grabbing it you point it at the old woman.

>Keeping your pistol level you hoist the girl's body over your shoulder.

 

"Not a move, lady."

>"MAC!"

 

>You quickly backpeddle down the driveway and dart in to the apple orchard.

>You can hear the sound of yelling and barking far behind you.

>A shot rings out and bullet whizzes past your head.

>FUCK.

>Ducking you dive into a gully and run faster than you've ever run before.

>Sighting your car you put the gun away and whip out the keys.

>You unlock the door with ease and throw the girl in the backseats.

>You fumble with the key.

>Looking up to assess your time you see "Big Mac" and his M1903 Springfield.

>Shit.

>You fit the key in the ignition and start the car.

>Your position given away you reach into your coat pocket and jam the pistol out the window.

>As the car spits dirt out, you squeeze off a few rounds.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

*BANG*

>Your windshield spiderwebs and you see a very clear bullet hole a few inches to the left of the driver's seat.

>Turning the car around quickly you pull your gun in and get your head down, zipping off down the road.

>You hear a few more shots, but only one of them hit and it only glanced off the passenger's side door.

>Fuck.

>That was close.

>Too close.

>But, you hope they got the message.

>If they didn't then they would soon.

>You reach your hand over to flick on the radio only to find that where the radio once was there is now a large jumble of destroyed electronics.

>Scratch that, two shots hit.

 

>As you pull into the warehouse you see another car, a hot red Thunderbird.

>For a getaway car, it's not very inconspicuous.

>Oh well, you shouldn't need it anyway.

>You park your car next to the Thunderbird and get out.

>You run over to the warehouse door and slowly close it, locking it with the three separate locks.

>Not to keep anything out, of course, but to keep your charge in.

>Speaking of your charge, you hadn't checked on her since you stowed her in the car.

>You open the car door and see that she's still passed out across the seats.

>Ya know, she's actually pretty attractive all naked like that.

>Not now.

 

>As you reach for her limp body a fist suddenly swings up and connects with your lower jaw.

>You are sent sprawling back against the Thunderbird.

>What in the hell?

>You see a pair of furious green eyes staring back at you.

 

"So, you wanna play hardball, huh, girly? Well we can play in the fucking Major Leagues if that's what you want."

 

>She uses the frame of the car door to propel herself out and kicks you hard in the chest.

>You're pushed against the car, but use the motion to launch yourself forward at her.

>She's knocked to the ground by your weight.

>You manage to pin her arms, but she's kicking.

>Damn, this dame has strong legs.

 

"You've lost, just fucking give up already, girly."

 

>She spits in your face.

>You respond with a hard punch to hers.

>You quickly replace your hand over her wrist, continuing your pin.

>A trickle of blood begins to flow from her nose.

>Finally, one of her kicks manages to hit you in the back of the head, knocking you forward slightly.

>She uses this to flip around and knock you off of her.

>Once she is away she begins to run.

 

"There's no escape for you, girly."

 

>When she reaches the door she tries to open it, but finds it locked.

>Damn good thing you remembered to do that.

>When you catch up to her you grab her and slam her head hard against the metal door.

>As she begins to fade into unconsciousness again you stare into her green eyes and whisper.

 

"There is no escape from this cage, little bird."

 

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmAWDZdYvL4

 

 

>As you tie her naked body to a bolted metal chair in the middle of a dark room you hear the phone ringing.

>That'll be Lou again.

>You pick the phone up off the receiver.

 

"Hello?"

>"Anon, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me, Lou."

>"Good. And the girl? Did you make it out without complications?"

"I sent 'em a message and got the girl."

>"Good job, Anonymous. Now, I'll tell you what the boss wants done with her, but first, we've got a bit of a situation on our hands."

>"It seems as if an acquaintance of the Apple family, some bitch named Rainbow Dash, went to the police about the whole thing. That's fine and we counted on that, but it seems like the department is pulling some sneaky shit and the boss doesn't like the look of it."

"Do you think I'm in any trouble?"

>"No, no. You should be fine. The warehouse is our most secure safehouse, you know that. Listen, if this goes south, Mr. Gambino assures me that you're on his protection list. So, you're covered."

"Thanks, Lou. Now, what do you want me to do with the girl?"

>"Rough her up a bit, make sure she gets a beatin' she'll remember. I think we've got some spare car batteries, some jumper cables, and a wire frame mattress without the mattress over there. Oh and, you've also got that old fallout shelter."

>"I sent Sammy over there earlier to make sure it was fully loaded. He assured me that it was and that it was all good stuff. So in the likely hood that you're stuck there, you've got food and drink. I figure you can use the girl as entertainment, eh? Hahaha."

"Hahaha, right Lou. Well, if I gots all I need, then I oughta get right on the boss's orders."

>"Alright, listen for this phone, Anon. I'll call back in a few days."

*Click*

 

>So, use the girl for entertainment, huh?

>Well, this just got interesting.

>Your penis twitches in response.

>Not until we rough her up a bit.

>It twitches again.

 

>You're going to save the car batteries for later.

>For now, you're just going with a roll of nickels.

 

"So, what's your name, girly?"

 

>She eyes you with disdain.

>You don't blame her, you might do the very same if you were in her situation, hell, you'd be screaming bloody murder if you were in her situation.

 

"I asked you a fucking question, girly."

>"I ain't tellin' you nothin'."

"Oh, is that right?"

 

>Your swing catches her on the right side of the face.

>With nowhere to go, unable to follow the punch, she's forced to take the entire force of it.

>You see the skin on her cheek redden.

>Her eyes scream out in pain, but she remains firm in her resolve.

>You were glad you went with the nickels.

>If nothing else, breaking her would give you entertainment.

>You throw another punch, this time to the gut.

>She tries to double over, to shrink down in pain, to cover her aching abdomen with her arms, but you tied her down to well.

>She's forced to deal with the pain.

>Seeing this, you swing again, harder, hitting her in the face.

>She rears back and stares at you, defiant, angry, and in pain.

>You smile.

>You drive your fist deep into her lower abs.

>Quickly bringing your arm out you elbow her hard in the side of the face and turn swiftly to finish the maneuver with another punch.

>This time it lands square on her eye.

>You see the eye begin to blacken and you step back to stare at your handy work.

>Her breathing is ragged. Probably because you knocked the window out of her several times.

>You gently cup her chin with your hand and raise her head.

>Your eyes meet and you see nothing but hate.

 

"Your name."

>"..."

>"Applejack."

"Applejack. What a quaint little name. I suppose you want to know who I am, huh? How about you call me Master?"

>"I ain't callin' you, Master."

 

>The punch was swift and hard. You hit her right in the stomach again.

 

"You will."

 

>With that, you pocket the roll of quarters and walk to the door.

 

"I hope you ain't afraid of the dark, Applejack."

 

>You flick off the light switch and walk out the door closing it behind you.

 

 

>As the metal door locks behind you, you take in the warehouse around you.

>You feel acutely aware of your surroundings.

>The warehouse was large, thoroughly abandoned, or it looked that way, and thoroughly secure.

>You know that that'd given this place more than a twice-over looking for holes, like Lou said, this was THE safehouse.

>The large soundproof prison cell behind you was constructed for the very reason you were using it.

>Next to that there was a large concrete structure with a large hatch.

>You knew it led down into a fallout shelter filled with food, water, and other amenities.

>Both of the cars were secured in a separate section of the warehouse, sheltered by electric fencing to prevent any would-be escape attempts.

>There was also another smaller building that faced the cell and shelter.

>You knew that building contained a bed, bathroom, radio, and the phone.

>Of course, that phone was wired to an intercom that connected straight into the prison cell, so that anyone in the cell could hear when they were being called.

>And lastly, in the far back there was a rig of generators that powered the whole thing.

>It was a good setup.

 

>Taking a deep breath you stroll to the building across the way.

>You feel your penis tingle.

>Oh don't worry penis, I haven't forgotten about you.

>No, no.

>I want to let her simmer a bit.

>I prefer it when they're all hot and bothered.

 

>As you waltz into your room you kick off your shoes and click on the radio.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWHniL8MyMM

>Ah, yes. This was the life.

>You whip your belt off and take off your pants.

>Setting your pistol and coat down on the table, you lay down on the bed.

>You're just going to rest for a minute or two.

 

~Several hours later~

>Ah.

>Now, you felt good.

>Refreshed!

>Although, your back hurt pretty bad.

>Must have been from that fall earlier.

>As you stand up, your back feels stiff and a jolt of pain slashes through it.

>As you yelp in pain, you realize you're hard.

 

>You were tenting and your penis felt slightly constrict against the thin fabric of your boxers.

>Grabbing your belt off the ground you clicked off the radio and walked out of the building.

>Whistling, you stroll over to the prison cell in nothing but your boxers and your shirt.

>Opening the door you fumble for the light switch.

>Clicking it on you see the farm girl in front of you squint as the light hits her eyes.

>She slowly focuses on you.

>Her eyes start at your face, linger on the belt in your hands, and stop on your junk.

>Her expression slowly faded into an unreadable, emotionless mask.

>Her eyes, though.

>Those big green eyes.

>They stared straight into yours.

>They stared straight into your very soul.

>You felt compelled to tell the truth.

 

"Anonymous. My name is Anonymous."

 

>For a moment her expression softens.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq344ks1ieg

>You take that as your cue to swing down with your belt.

>The tight leather makes contact with the nape of her neck and catches her by surprise.

>She yelps.

>It's music to your ears.

>You pull the belt together and tighten it again.

>You swing again.

>And again.

>And again.

>And again.

>A large red spot is forming on her neck.

>You get behind her and wrap the belt around her neck.

>You hear her try to take a deep breath of air.

>In response, you quickly tighten the belt.

>She gasps, unable to breath.

>You tighten and loosen it until you can just barely her breathing.

>It sounds haggard and forced.

>Good.

 

>You stand in front of her.

>Over her.

>You're rock hard and she's all yours.

>But then, you don't want to totally ruin your prize all at once.

>You want to take her the moment that you break her.

>You stare into her eyes and see desperation and pain.

>She's good at hiding it, but the eyes never lie.

>You cup her face with your hands and slowly lower your own face to hers.

>You kiss her soft warm lips.

>They feel dry.

>You know the perfect way to get them wet again.

 

>As you unveil your shaft you see a look of horror cross her face.

>You make a connection.

>She was with that Rainbow girl earlier.

>It's very possible that she's strictly into women.

>That only made this sweeter.

>You bring your penis to with a foot of her face.

>You dare not bring it closer lest she take a bite out of it.

>You hadn't broken her enough yet.

>As you begin clocking away at your rod, you see her squirm uncomfortably.

>Looking down you see a shine coming from between her legs.

>You immediately recognize it as her sweet nectar.

>Well, regardless of whether or not she wanted it, her body sure did.

>You continue tugging on her rod, as you do so you unconsciously get closer to her.

>You can feel her breath on the tip of your penis.

>The scent of her arousal begins to fill the room.

>You stare down at her supple breasts, her defined muscular abs, her powerful thighs.

>The bonds that held her down only accentuated her features.

>The thick leather straps restrained her, but did very little in the way of hiding her erogenous zones.

>Her perky little nipples.

>Her mouth watering pussy.

>You could see her cute little tan lines.

>This dame was driving you wild.

>Turning back to her face you could see that she was staring at your penis, mouth half open.

>Perfect.

>You speed up, sending yourself over the edge.

>Streams of your seed plant themselves across her face.

>You watch as one of the streams makes it into her mouth.

>Her face contorts as she closes her mouth and starts spitting fiercely.

 

>"Fuck you."

 

>She's barely able to croak that out.

>You slap her hard across the face.

>A red imprint of your hand is visible on her cheek.

>Undoing your belt from her neck, you pull your underwear back up and walk back to the door.

 

"I'll be back in a few minutes with food and water."

 

>She stares at you with a look of hate.

>Clicking off the lights you exit the room.

>You laugh.

>You aren't going to get food or water for her today.

 

>As you shuffle through the food in the vault, you hear your stomach grumble.

>You're feeling pretty hungry.

>Good thing there was plenty of food in here.

>Grabbing a microwave meal from the freezer and opening it in the microwave, you lean against the counter.

>A full kitchen, pantry, bedroom, bathroom, fuck this thing had everything.

>It was a fallout shelter after all.

>Of course you weren't sleeping down here, you needed to be upstairs in case the prisoner broke loose.

>Applejack.

>She's probably hungry.

>Definitely thirsty.

>Maybe you've been a bit harsh.

>You haven't gone in there since yesterday.

>You could have sworn that you heard a scream though.

>That room was soundproof, but you could have sworn.

>Oh well.

>You decide to bring her something as soon as you finish eating.

*

Creak*

*Click*

>The lights flick on and you behold a weak looking girl sitting naked on a metal chair, strapped down by thick leather straps.

>She looks strangely beautiful in the fluorescent lighting.

>You drag a small table in behind you.

>Sitting on the table are two microwave meals, a cup of water, and a bottle of cola.

>You push the table in front of her and walk out for a moment.

>As you walk back in, carrying a folding chair, you see that she's staring at the meal in front of her with hungry eyes.

>You smirk.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04leGHQXgPc

>As you pull up the folding chair to the table you rearrange the meals so that one is directly in front of her.

>You see her struggle to lean forward.

>Her nostrils flare out.

>Her mouth is salivating.

>You simply sit in your chair and pull out a small fold-able fork.

>Glancing up at you, you see that she's staring at you.

>You push your fork down and slowly lift it to your mouth, taking your first bite.

>You chew slowly, making sure to enjoy every morsel of food.

>Her expression slowly turns to one of frustration and anger.

 

>"Well, aren't ya gonna untie me so I can eat mine?"

 

>You simply look up at her, smile, and nod.

 

>"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

 

>You take another bite of your food before setting down the fork and moving to the cola.

>You had every intention of holding off as long as you possibly could.

>You take a slow sip of your drink.

>You're sure to accentuate it with an "Aaaah" of enjoyment.

>She stares at you angrily, gritting her teeth.

 

>"Why the hell are ya doin' this, anyway? What da ya need with some high school girl like me?"

 

>High School?

>Fuck. Were you a pedophile?

>Whatever, you were already a criminal. One extra charge could go fuck itself.

 

"It's nothing personal, girly. Trust me."

>"Pssh. Trust. I doubt a criminal like you knows anything about being truthful."

 

>She has a point.

>Oh well. You've got food and she doesn't.

>You stop talking for a while and continue eating.

>When you finish your meal you lean back and close your eyes.

>Delicious.

>You smack your lips.

 

>"Well? You just gonna sit there?"

 

>You open one eye and look at her.

 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing questioning me all of a sudden? Know your place, you little fuck."

"I'm bringing you food and water, consider yourself lucky."

>"Oh yeah, I feel so lucky."

 

>She tries to spit, but her mouth is so dry nothing comes out.

>You chuckle.

>Might as well let her eat now, you want to get her energy up so that you can take it away again later.

>Standing up, you walk over to her chair.

>You undo her restraints at the arms.

>Almost immediately she whips her arms forward and tries to grab you.

>You duck to the side.

>She stares at you with a look of pure rage in her eyes.

 

"You think you're so in control don't you, bitch. Well, FUCK YOU."

 

>You kick over the table with the food and drinks on it.

>Her meal spills across the floor and your bottle shatters.

>You see her veil of strength start to tear.

>You walk out to grab a broom and when you come back in you see her standing across from you with a shard of glass in her hand.

>You forgot to tie her hands down again.

>Fuck.

>You flip the broom around, using the sweeping side of it as a sort of defense.

>She lunges forward, you dodge to the right, which sends you folding chair into the wall.

>You swing forward with the broom, sweeping at her hands.

>You miss, as she moves back.

>You can see that she won't be easy to dispatch, she seems fairly weak.

>She hasn't eaten in a day or so.

>Strong will in her though.

>She ducks left and darts out the door.

>What the?

>Fuck.

>You bolt out after her.

>She's faster than you, easily.

>You can see that she's going for the main door.

>Good thing you locked it.

>She tries pushing the door twice before deciding that it wasn't worth trying again.

>She turns just in time to dodge out of your swing with the broom handle.

>She lunges forward at you with the shard of glass.

>It catches you in the arm causing you to scream out in pain.

>Smirking she sprints away again.

>Fucking girl.

>Dropping the broom and holding your arm, you give chase once more.

>Now she's headed for the cars.

>You slowly come to a halt and watch.

>She looks over her shoulder and sees you.

>She's still smiling.

>Poor girl probably thinks that she's won.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B-iGHo8kis

>You watch as she makes it to the fence.

>She grabs a hold of the chainlink fence.

>Her body instantly starts convulsing.

>She lets go of the fence and falls to the ground, still convulsing.

>You slowly walk over and look down at her paralyzed body.

>You actually felt kind of bad for the girl.

>Oh well, it was her own fault.

>You throw her over your shoulder and walk back to the cell, making sure to pick up the broom along the way.

>Strapping her back into the chair, she starts to come to.

>She looks defeated.

>She's probably hungry.

>After the clean up you got her a small bowl of oatmeal and a glass of water.

 

>You watch as she eats the meal with her hands.

>Didn't want to chance giving her a spoon.

>She's eating like she's never eaten before.

>She's probably used to eating full meals for every meal.

>Not the little scrap you just gave her.

>As soon as she's done she goes about licking the bowl.

>Probably doesn't think she's going to get the chance to eat again.

>You'll give her food though.

>Deprive her when she's bad.

>Reward her when she's good.

>Make her dependent.

>She sets the bowl down and stares at her hands.

>She shrinks into herself having become self conscious.

>Having a stranger constantly watch her naked form must be strange for the girl.

>Even more so when she eats in such an animlaistic fashion.

>Speaking of her naked form.

>You could see that she was cold.

>Her nipples were very much erect.

>You feel the blood rush to your penis.

>She notices and blushes, shifting uncomfortably.

>Standing you move the table aside and strap her arms back down.

>You stand above her, an obvious bulge in your pants.

>Her eyes linger on it for a moment before meeting yours.

>She looks...afraid.

>You strike out with the back of your hand.

>It meets her cheek and sends her head reeling in the opposite direction.

 

"That's for trying to escape earlier."

 

>You kick her hard in the knee.

>You see her leg try to reflexively kick out, but the restraints hold it back.

>You see her face contort in pain and she grits her teeth once more.

 

"That's for not calling me Master, like I told you to."

 

>She looks up at you defiantly.

>The pain seems to fuel her will.

>You're going to change that.

 

>"I ain't callin' you Master. Not now. Not ever."

 

>You smirk.

 

"We'll see."

 

>You lift the table and walk out of the room, leaving the lights on.

>When you re-enter, you keep your new toy behind your back and out of her sight.

>She eyes you curiously.

>You walk behind her.

>Running your free hand through her hair you feel her flinch away.

>You work your hand through her hair, pulling through all of the kinks and tangles.

>She flinches every time you pull a bit harder.

>You continue to do this for a while, feeling your bulge expand as you do.

>You crouch down and bury your face in her hair.

>The hair smells musty with a hint of wet hay and apples.

>Gently kissing the back of her head you bring the hand holding your new toy around.

>You slide the length of rebar in front of her neck, grab it with the other hand, and pull back quickly.

>You hear her start to sputter and cough as you choke her.

>Lashing it to the side quickly, her arms push hard against their restraints.

>You whip around to her front.

>There is a long red mark on her throat.

>She looks at you in horror as the piece of rebar comes whistling down on her thighs.

>You hit her again lightly, being sure not to break the skin.

>You're fine brutalizing her, but you don't want to have to deal with treating any wounds.

>Each time your arm whistles down she recoils in pain.

>Again, you see a slight glisten reflect off of her crotch.

>Is she turned on by this?

>You falter for a moment and stare down at her.

>She's hiding her face in shame.

>Holy fuck, she is.

>Well, might as well keep give the girl what she wants.

>You continue hitting her, up and down her legs, leaving thin red marks where you rebar makes contact with her bare flesh.

>The more you hit, the fewer red marks you see, instead purple marks begin forming.

>She's starting to bruise.

>You see a tear roll down her face.

>You hit her one final time, feeling the metal in your hand bounce off of her soft thigh.

>Stepping back you drop the rebar on the ground and slide against the wall.

>That took a lot of energy.

>You were probably at it for ten whole minutes.

>Swinging a piece of rebar for that long was kind of taxing.

>You stare at her.

>You don't see any more tears on her face, but you do see the glistening between her thighs.

>Your erection's still kicking.

>You slide your legs forward and unzip your pants.

>Hearing the noise she looks up at you.

>Her bangs fall in front of her face.

>She tries to blow it out of her face, but it doesn't work.

>Seeing this, you stand up, walk to her, and brush the hair from her face.

>She looks at you with a mixture of anger, fear, and longing?

>That's her arousal, not her conscious reasoning. It had to be.

>You get behind her again, fiddling with your pants.

>Sliding your pants and underwear down you allow your nearly full-mast erection slowly rise.

>In front of you lies the girl's barely moving form.

>You watch the slight rise and fall of her shoulders as she breaths.

>You look at the back of her head, at her long beautiful hair.

>An idea sparked in your mind.

>You take her hair in your hand and raise it to your fully-erect penis.

>Wrapping your wood in the hair, you hear her breath quicken.

>You grip your shaft, now wrapped with her hair, and begin tugging.

>Every time you pull back, she flinches, just like before.

>You get closer to her and peer over her head to get a better look at her lovely young body.

>You can see the rise and fall of her supple teenage breasts and the glisten of wetness on her tight little pussy.

>Her thighs raw, tender, and bruised from your beating quake in pain every time she squeezes them together to try to appease her desire.

>You move to her side, carrying her hair with you.

>She cranes her neck to accommodate your movement.

>You slowly reach down to her pretty little flower.

>You watch her eyes grows wide.

>She's trying to turn her neck just enough to see what you're doing, but your iron grip on her hair prevents her from going very far.

>Your hand makes it to her sweet spot.

>A slickness and heat that drives your mind wild brushes against your fingertips.

>You slowly part her lower lips and hear a low moan erupt out of her.

 

"Oh. Looks like your primed. Eh, girly?"

 

>She nods yes.

>Your fingers dive into her, eliciting another deep moan.

 

>As your fingers work around her inner walls you hear more moans.

>Your other hand works your own cock, still wrapped in her hair.

>As your fingers move you feel more of her lubrication coat them.

>You look down to see a trickle of her vaginal fluid flowing down between her legs.

>The smell of her arousal hit you nose once more.

>It was a delicious scent.

>You could feel her soft hair rubbing against your prick.

>You pumped harder than before.

>You were close.

>Building up at the base of your penis was a very very familiar feeling.

>You feel more of Applejack's nectar coat your hand as that very same hand elicits a sweet moan from her.

>It's just enough to send you over the edge.

>You burst in her hair.

>Streams of your seed mix with strands of her hair.

>As soon as she feels the heat of your ejaculation on her, she pulls away, snapping back to reality.

>She tries to pull away, only to yelp in pain.

>Her hair was still under your control.

>You withdraw your hand from her, watching as her nectar rolls off.

>Bringing your hand to your face you lick a bit of the delicious liquid off.

>You begin rubbing your penis with her hair, cleaning off any sperm that didn't clear the gate.

>Letting go, you back away and admire your handiwork.

>There Applejack sits with semen in her hair and her own vaginal fluid running down her legs.

>She's bruised, beaten, tied, and dirty.

>She couldn't look more beautiful.

>Raising your pants you take another lick of your hand before wiping the excess off on her shoulder.

>You turn to walk away, but before you do you look into her eyes once more.

>You see pleasure unfulfilled first and foremost, but beyond that you see a deep-seated hatred.

>A hate for your ability to take advantage of her most carnal desires.

>You smile.

>She scowls.

*RING*

 

"Hello?"

>"Don't worry, Anon, it's me."

"What's the news, Lou?"

>"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Gambino is worried. He thinks the police are onto us and he's worried. We've moved back to the Villa."

"Do you know what's got him spooked?"

>"One of our weasels told him we've got a rat."

"Christ. Any idea who it is?"

>"Not a clue, Anon, and that's what the boss is afraid of."

"He doesn't suspect me, does he?"

>"Course not, Anon, you're one of the Family. Always have been."

"Thanks, Lou."

>"Well, we're just making sure that we repay our debt to you, you've done a lot for us. Just letting you know now that if it all goes south, you're in the clear."

>"No one knows the location of the warehouse, but me, you, and the boss. So, if the shit hits, we're all gonna meet up with you and ride it out."

"Sounds like a plan, Lou. Now, I've still got the girl, what about her?"

>"If everything goes south, she's gonna be a loose end. But, for now, just keep her stable. Have some fun, rough her up, I don't give a shit. Just make sure she doesn't die. I'll call you back in a few days."

*Click*

 

>Well fuck.

>At least if the shit really did hit the fan, you were in the best location for it.

>Don't kill the girl.

>You were never gonna do that.

>Bring her near death maybe, but never kill her.

>You kinda liked the kid, she had moxie.

>Of course, you'd just had your fun.

 

>Making your way back to the prison cell, you realize that you're going to have to bathe Applejack.

>Or at least supervise her bathing.

>Or maybe, bathe with her.

>Yeah, that one sounded good.

>You had something to look forward to now.

>As you open the door to the cell, you let all of your worries about the police fade away.

>There is only the girl, you, and a warehouse.

>You smile at her and she spits at you.

>Nodding your head you reach for the piece of rebar you dropped earlier.

>She flinches when you grab it.

>You laugh a cruel laugh and turn to walk away.

 

>"Wait."

 

>What?

 

"What?"

 

>You slowly turn around to face her.

>She's staring daggers at you.

 

>"So, ya kidnap me, beat me like Ah'm a piece ah meat, exploit mah body's weakness to this kinda thing, use me like Ah'm some kinda hussy, leave me unsatisfied, and now you're just leavin' all together again. Do Ah have that right?"

 

>You think for a moment.

 

"Sounds about right, yeah. Why, girly, you want more oatmeal or something?"

 

>She stares at you and shakes her head disapprovingly.

 

>"I want ya ta be honest with me. Am I going to be left in the dark again?"

 

>This is the most genuine interaction you've had with her.

>You need to be sure to avoid this in the future, but for now, you want to see if you can play it to your advantage.

 

"That was plan, girly. Did you have something different in mind?"

>"Just leave the lights on, let me walk around fer a bit, something, anything. Ah can't be in here like this much longer or mah mind is gonna up and walk outta here."

 

>So, she wants to get out for a bit.

>You look at the bruises on her legs.

>She's hardly going to be able to walk.

>You couldn't just give into her.

>No, not like this.

>You needed time to think.

 

"Tell ya what, girly. I'll leave the lights on for you this time and the next time I want something from you."

 

>You slowly approach her and grab her chin with your free hand.

>You straddle her and place your crotch right in her face.

 

"I expect you to deliver to the fullest extent."

 

>You quickly walk out of the cell, locking the door behind you, but leaving the lights on.

>Things are going exactly as planned.

>You need her to become dependent on you and she is.

>Brilliant.

>You feel tired.

>Between your earlier masturbation, the possible trouble with the police, and beating her with rebar, you're feeling kind of beat.

>Time to take another nap and mull over the days events.

 

>Kicking off your shoes and whipping off your pants you click on the radio.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T7sU3A2m18

>You slowly drift off to sleep.

>Your dreams are wracked with images of being caught by the police and the Family's dissolution.

>Prison was nasty business, you've been there before and had no intention of going back.

>The Family saved you before, but if they were destroyed and you went to prison in the chaos then there would be no salvation for you.

 

>When you awoke, you felt groggy.

>A cold sweat covered your body.

>Slowly you willed yourself to stand up.

>Foregoing your pants you walked to the edge of the room.

>The radio was still playing.

>Lot of Johnny Cash on lately.

>Oh well, you couldn't bring yourself to go all the way back to turn it off.

>All ten feet away.

 

>Walking through the threshold of your current place of residence, you can see a trickle of silver light filtering through the dark windows at the top of the warehouse.

>It must be night.

>Your sleep schedule was all fucked up.

>Forgetting the mundane thought you make your way to the vault.

>As you walk down the stairs your back ignites in pain.

>Doubling over in pain you tumble down the spiral staircase.

 

>Slamming down hard on the cold concrete floor you scrunch into a tight little ball.

>Pain.

>All you can feel is pain.

>You know that's going to bruise.

>You feel a warmth spreading over your arm.

>The cut must have re-opened.

 

>You lie on the floor for a while before finally standing up.

>Luckily all of the medical supplies were down here with you.

>As you remove the bandages from their shelf you notice something shiny at the back.

>Brushing several boxes away, you reach your hand in and feel a long flat cloth with a metal piece on it.

>It was Brutus's collar.

>Fucking Sammy must have brought the dog, but left the fucking collar when he resupplied the vault.

>Ideeeeaaaaa.

>You quickly bandage your arm and limp up the stairs.

 

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2GRTUcKbb0

>As you walk from the vault to the cell, you turn your head to check on the...

>Yes, it was still there.

>A solid metal pole firmly cemented into the ground with a thick metal chain attached to it.

>The key appeared to be in the collar's lock still, so everything checked out.

>You know the collar well enough to know that there was no release for it save that key.

>Fuck, Sammy had locked you in this stupid thing on more than one occasion.

>Prick.

>Well, now it would seem the tables have turned and you're the one who will be doing the locking.

>As you open the door, you behold a sleeping Applejack.

>She looks pretty cute asleep like that.

 

"Hey, girly, wake up."

 

>She wakes with a start.

>Her eyes slowly make contact with yours and her expression sombers.

 

"Don't worry, I'm not here to beat you. At least, not yet."

 

>You walk over and undo her restraints.

>You start with her legs, knowing that she won't be able to make much use of them.

 

>"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to be let out for a bit. I got an idea."

 

>She eyes you suspiciously, but allows you to continue unmolested.

>As you undo the final restraint, her arms, she pulls her hands together and rubs her wrists where the leather straps had dug in.

>You back away and stare at her, waiting for her to retaliate.

>Instead she simply attempts to stand.

>Her legs give almost instantly and she falls to the ground.

>You can see her shaking in pain.

>Walking over you click the collar over her throat and grab her naked body in your arms.

>Carrying her out the door and into the rest of the warehouse, you see her close her eyes in relief.

>Before you go to the pole, you allow her to make use of the restroom.

>Supervised, of course, don't want her pulling a Billy the Kid on you.

>Picking her up once more, you carry her out of your building to the pole and chain that resides in the middle of the "street".

 

>Before you set her down you stare across her dirty face.

>You pluck a kiss.

>For a moment it almost feels as if she's returning it.

>You look into her eyes.

>She looks away.

>In shame.

>Crazy girl.

>Setting her on the cold ground, you grab the chain and lock the whole piece firmly together.

>You step back.

>She shivers before shifting to a more comfortable position.

>More shivers.

>You suddenly become aware of how cold the ground is below your bare feet.

>You shake your head, walking inside.

 

>You come back out with a large wool blanket.

>You toss it to her before walking back in the vault.

>Poor girl was putty in your hands.

>You take away everything she has and then give her back some of it and suddenly you're mama lamb feeding her by the teat.

>Wonder if she could feed you by the teat.

>The cold had made her nipples fairly erect.

>Speaking of erect.

>Hello, boner.

>Hello, Master.

>Well, at least someone knew manners.

>That's another thing you need to work on.

>Today, you will get her to call you master.

>Beep. Beep. Beep. *Hum*

>BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

>The microwave.

>Hell of an invention.

>This was the future of food right here.

>Every household should have one of these.

>You carry two trays of food, a bottle of water, and a cola up the winding stairs of the vault.

>Upon arriving up top you behold your slave laying on her side, crying.

>You walk across the way and into your building.

>You drag out the table placing the food and drinks on it.

>You go back in, pull two chairs out, and set them both up around the table.

>You sit down at your chair and start eating the delicious microwaveable Salisbury steak.

>Cracking your cola, you hear rustling to your left.

>You turn to find the girl is dragging herself to the table.

>It's difficult for her and every motion sends a spike of pain through her legs.

>You can see it every time she winces.

>You watch as she reaches the chair.

>She struggles to stand and as she does...

 

>"Erk."

 

>The chain catches.

 

>She tumbles backward landing on her ass.

>Howling in desperation, she falls on her side.

>You continue eating calmly.

 

>"Please."

 

>Taking a sip of your cola, you say nothing.

>She pulls on the chain a few times before trying the collar.

>You watch her futile effort in amusement.

>She is entertaining.

>A meal and a show.

>She tries to yank the collar off several more times before giving up.

>She crawls back to the table and attempts to grab her food from it.

>You push the food to the far end of the table.

>Frustrated, she grabs a table leg and shakes the table.

>Securing your coke, you watch her expend more of her energy on yet another futile task.

>Silly girl.

>Giving up once more, she leans her head against the table leg and sits quietly.

>Finishing your meal, you stand, tray in one hand, empty bottle of coke in the other.

 

"Now, I'm going to throw this away. If I come back to find that you've somehow taken your food off the table, I'm going to fuck you up. Ok?"

>"Yes, master."

 

>Slowly, your lips part to reveal a smile.

>It extends the full length of your head, from cheek to cheek.

>Setting the trash on the ground, you drag the table several feet in her direction.

>Picking it up once more, you walk away.

>Glancing back you see her slowly climb onto her chair and sit at the table.

>She's looking at the food with hungry eyes.

>She looks to you for approval.

>You nod.

>As you throw the trash away, she begins her assault on the meal in front of her.

>She must have been really hungry.

>She downs the entire cup of water in one go.

>Thirsty too.

>You can't blame her.

>Watching her naked form eat, you can't help but contemplate how you're going to spend the rest of the day.

>A bulge forms in your pants.

>Maybe you can contemplate it, actually.

 

>Dragging the table and chairs back inside, you step out into the "street".

>Silver moonlight floods the warehouse alongside the dirty yellow lights that normally light the room.

>The light pours over her naked form.

 

>Having not bothered with pants, you sport an unrestrained tent.

>Applejack lifts her head from the pillow of her arms and sees this.

>She looks down at the ground, she knows what awaits her.

>Walking up to her, you unleash your metaphorical gun from its holster, your sword from its sheath, your arrow from its quiver, your penis from your underwear.

>You place your rod directly over her head.

>She looks up at it.

>Looking down at her, you nod.

>Slowly, she lifts her mouth to just below your penis.

>You feel her warm breath over its underside.

>You hear her mouth part, her tongue moves slowly upwards.

 

>Her warm tongue slides across the underside of your penis.

>The appendage moves up from the base to the tip.

>Upon reaching the tip her whole body shifts, so that she is in a better position to...

>You feel her lips wrap around said tip.

>Her tongue begins swirling over it, licking up any and all of your precum.

>She releases, resting her mouth just inches from your manhood.

>You can feel the warmth of her breath across your wet head.

>Slowly, she takes you in her mouth again.

>This time she manages to fit half of your rod in her hot little orifice.

>She gives a few tentative sucks, she must be new at this, although her initial licking seemed skilled.

>It was a typical high school blow job.

 

"Swirl your tongue around it."

 

>Cock still in her mouth, she looks up at you.

>Her eyes make contact with yours and she follows your command.

>Her tongue slowly traces the circumference of your penis.

>One of her hands lifts, reaching for your testicles.

>She gently grabs, feeling them with near-childlike curiosity.

>Your hand reaches behind her head.

>You take a large handful of her hair and shove her head forward.

>Hilting in her mouth, she gasps and splutters.

>You pull her back and she coughs for a moment.

>You repeat the action, each time you do you feel the tip of you cock slide deep into her throat.

>The warmth and wetness of it can be described as nothing short of pure bliss.

>Releasing her, you watch as she holds the position on her own.

>Choking herself on your cock.

>You can feel every twitch of her throat and mouth.

>Her tongue is attempting to swirl, but failing.

>Instead, it's gently caressing the underside of your penis

>She slowly pulls her head away, coughing more.

>You give her a moment's reprieve before reaching your hand behind her head again.

>Instead of thrusting her head forward, however, you merely run your hand through her hair.

>She looks up at you again, making eye contact.

>She plunges her head forward onto your saliva-coated erection.

 

>You're close.

>She's bobbing her head up and down on your cock on her own volition.

>Your hips slowly thrust forward and pull back, in time with her own movement.

>Each time her head comes forward, so do your hips.

>You're hilting with every thrust.

>Her eyes are watering, but she isn't stopping.

>Her hand is still gently caressing your sac, while your hand runs through her hair.

>Your pleasure slowly begins to maximize.

>You are very very close now.

>You pick up the pace of your thrusting.

>To match it, she picks up her own speed.

>You slam her face with every thrust, smashing the back of her throat with the tip of your cock.

>Muffled gurgles are coming from her, but she's continuing on her own.

>Saliva is dribbling down her face and hand.

>Your cock and balls are coated in it.

>You feel that beautiful tingling sensation rising through your penis.

>Grabbing the back of her hair, you shove her forward one last time.

>You thrust her face onto your cock hard holding her there as you blow stream after stream of your seed into her throat.

>Her head moves slightly, she's trying to swallow all of it.

>She chokes the creamy substance down, sputtering the whole way through.

>You feel some of the blood exit your penis and hear the last of her gulps.

>Slowly, you allow her off of your manhood.

>Falling back, she's coughing and wheezing.

>You did a number on her, that's for sure.

>Looking down at your wet, slowly-becoming-flaccid cock, you realize that she did one on you too.

 

"Damn, girly, didn't think you had it in you."

 

>She doesn't make eye contact.

>She doesn't even move.

>Focusing on regaining her breath, she stares at some indiscernible spot on the floor.

 

>You need a shower.

>Looking over her dirty body, you remember that she does too.

>You'll take one together.

>Smiling, you take off your underwear and shirt.

>You walk to the laundry room in your "house".

>Placing your soiled clothing in the machine and cranking it on, you head back outside.

 

>She's laying down again.

>You can see that an area of the blanket is covered in saliva, some of your escaped semen, and her own fluids.

>You aren't going to clean that though.

>You don't want to give her too many luxuries.

>Walking over to her, key in hand, you grab ahold of her collar.

>You unlock it and pick up her weakened body.

>You can feel her nectar flowing down that arm you have tucked near her underside.

>You smile at her.

>She looks away in shame.

>Walking into your building, you make your way to the bathroom.

>The shower isn't very large, there is barely enough room for the both of you.

>Your bodies are rubbing against each other.

>You feel her soft skin and firm breasts against your chest.

>Your hands reach around her, brushing against her defined ass.

>Turning the knob of the shower, you're both sprayed with cold water.

>She jumps, trying to escape the shock of the icy flow.

>Her warm body squirms against yours, looking for a way out.

>You hold her tight in your arms.

>The embrace feels strangely...nice.

>Pleasant in a way.

>Almost like you didn't kidnap, beat, and molest her.

>The water slowly begins to heat up.

>You both adjust to it.

>Your hands angle the spray upwards.

>Bringing your hands back, you rest them on her head.

>She looks at you.

>You slowly work the water through her hair, soaking it, washing it.

>She turns and eyes the soap on a small shelf set into the wall of the shower.

>Grabbing it, she opens the bottle and brings her hand up to yours.

>In doing this, she lets go of the bar she was using to hold herself up.

>Her legs give under her.

>She falls forward and in doing so, knocks you down as well.

>You both fall over in the very tight shower.

>Your head bashes against the tile wall and you slide to the floor.

>Your vision is blurred.

>There's a ringing in your ears and a sharp pain in the back of your head.

>Your eyes slowly focus to find Applejack straddling you, tears (or was the just water) running down her face.

 

>You can see that her legs are twisted into an uncomfortable position, that for her must mean unimaginable pain.

>You attempt to move, only to find that she's pinning you.

>Again, you try to move, not only is she pinning you, but the sides of the shower are slick with water, making it near impossible to rise without some sort of hand hold, of which there are none.

>Conclusion: you are stuck, for the time being.

>The pain in your back slices through your thought process.

>FUCK.

>Coupled with the sharp pain in the back of your head, this was turning out to be a very very painful scenario.

 

"Applejack."

 

>Speaking through grit teeth she manages to mutter a few words.

 

>"Yes, master?"

"Can you move?"

 

>She shakes her head no.

>Damn it.

*RING*

>Fuck.

*RING*

>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

*RING*

>You slowly try to wiggle your way out from under the girl.

>Every attempt you make finds you sliding back down.

>Eventually, you manage to flip over so that she was above your back.

*RING*

>You push upward with all of your strength.

>Your hands slip several times and your muscles strain because of the difficult positioning.

>Red begins to mix with the water below you.

>The cut on your arm opened again.

>You slowly manage to get up, Applejack sprawled across your back.

>You shift your weight and throw the two of you out of the shower.

>She screams in pain as her leg lands under her body.

*RING*

>You slip twice on your way to the phone, but you make it.

>You lift it off the receiver.

 

*BLAM*

*BLAM*

"FUCK. Lou, are you there?"

>"It was fucking Lightning D'Streppi, Anonymous. Fucking Lightning was the rat."

"Fuck. What's happening?"

>"Turns out his real name is Shining something, he's with the fucking Bureau. We're all fucked over here, Anonymous."

"No, but..."

>"You've been good to us, Anon, real good. We burned all documents about you and the girl. You're in the clear, Anonymous. You're in the fucking clear."

 

 

>"We got in touch with that lawyer. *BLAM* Mr. Wright, I think his name was.Whatever, he's a fucking ace. He transferred the property rights of the getaway car and the warehouse to you."

"Lou, what the hell is happening? Why are there gunshots?"

>"So, what I'm saying Anon, is that we're giving it all to you. You're in the clear, you've got a warehouse, a sweet car, and all the money in the warehouse."

>"Check under the third board from the wall, under the bed. There'll be two suitcases. Half a million in clean money. It's yours."

"Lou, please."

>"The boss is dead, Anonymous. Sammy is dead, Joe, Sal, they're all fucking dead. It's just me left. Fuck, they even shot Brutus."

"..."

>"You're a good kid, Anon. Take care of you'self."

 

>You hear the sound of the phone being dropped.

>Lou yells at the top of his lungs and the sound of an automatic gun firing can be heard in the background.

>After the rat-a-tat-tat stops a few more shots ring out before...

>Silence.

>You gently replace the phone on the receiver.

>Fuck.

>Your wet body collides with the wall and you slide to the floor.

>It's over then.

>You've got enough food here to live for a while and now that you've got over half a million, you know you're set, but fuck.

>The Family is gone.

>All that you have now is...her.

>The girl.

>Applejack.

>She was yours.

>You bring your hands to your face and run them through your hair.

>The last week has been a wild ride.

>You close your eyes and sit there for a while, lost in your thoughts.

>A loud *CLICK* brings you back to reality.

 

>Tearing your eyes open, you look up.

>Across the room from you, barely able to stand, supporting herself against the wall, with your .38 primed in her hands, is Applejack.

>Oh.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McGS6PRFbrg

 

>She's staring at you with a look of determination.

>There's no fear in her eyes.

>You're fucked.

 

"Girly, what are you doing?"

>"Stand up."

"Girly, I-"

>"I said, 'Stand up.'"

 

 

>You slowly rise.

 

"Now, listen here, girly, you wanna think through what you'e about to do real carefully."

>"Ah ain't gotta do nothin' you tell me too."

"What the fuck happened, you were sucking my dick one minute and the next, this."

>"Ah played ya for a fool, Anon, that's what happened."

 

>You thought you'd given her a feeling of dependency, instead, she'd just taken advantage of you to gain less security.

>Clever girl.

>Your eyes scan the room for something, anything you could use to your advantage.

>All you can see are the implements of electric torture.

>You can't use them now, but if you manage to get her down, you're sure as hell going to strap her in and give her the shock of a lifetime.

 

>"Now, Ah want ya ta get on this here mattress frame and ties yourself down, starting with yer feet."

 

>Oh fuck no.

>Oh dear god, no.

>You slowly walk to the frame, each step bringing you closer to your doom.

>But, each step also brings you closer to her.

>You suddenly lunge forward at her.

 

*BLAM*

 

>You crumple to the ground in pain.

>Your knee is screaming.

>The sheer pain is indescribable.

 

>"I said, get on the mattress."

 

>It takes you a minutes, but you climb to the mattress.

>Your entire body is consumed in the pain radiating from your knee.

>You manage to tie the first restraint around your left foot.

>As you reach for the second, a jolt of pain lances through body.

>Applejack has the piece of rebar.

>She's pushing it into the wound on your knee.

>She smiles.

>You fall back against the mattress.

>Acting quickly, she hooks your other leg into the restraint and moves onto your hands.

>She manages to clasp one hand in before you regain the ability to move properly.

>Swinging with your free hand you manage to knock her down with a solid hit to her thighs.

>As she falls, the gun exits her hand and slides down the hall.

>You reach over, you've only a small amount of time to undo the restraints.

>Fumbling with the tricky latch, pain causes your hand to shake.

 

>You look up, Applejack is slowly standing.

>Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ain4dLhQtD8

>You watch in horror as she slowly limps to the car batteries.

>Stupid fucking latch.

>There, it's open.

>Quickly, you reach for your legs, only two more latches left.

>You hear her connect the jumper cables to the first of the batteries.

>No, no, no.

>You undo the latch.

>YES.

>Now, just on-

*Clack*

>You immediately seize up and fall back onto the frame of the electrified mattress.

>Your whole body shakes fiercely, your mind goes numb, and your vision fades to black.

>The world slowly begins to fade before, everything stops.

>Your mind is swimming in a sea of pain and clouds.

>Your upper functions of reasoning, logic, or any other form of intelligible thought has totally deteriorated.

>Your naked body is tied by a single foot to a metal mattress frame, Applejack stands over you.

>As your vision comes back, you see her face, expressionless, looking down at you.

>You try to say something, anything.

>Instead, a bit of spittle flies out of your mouth.

>You gently reach for her leg.

>She replaces the first set of jumper cables.

>Another jolt of electricity courses through you.

>This time, there is no reprieve.

>Somewhere in the back of your mind, you always knew you would die by the electric chair.

>This was close enough.

>The world around you fades.

>At some point she must have added the second car battery because the shock becomes more intense.

>After a few minutes your mind slowly fades away.

 

>http://youtu.be/MA1RrNr1VUQ?t=28s

>You are Applejack.

>You didn't remove the jumper cables after you put them on the second time.

>You let him fry.

>Anonymous is dead.

>The king is dead. Long live the king.

>You lean back against the counter.

>Your legs are on fire.

>Your body feel dirty and abused.

>But, even so, you are happy.

>Your mind feels free.

>Slowly, you disconnect the jumper cables.

>His burned body lies motionless on the bed.

 

>Grabbing the nicer looking set of keys off of the counter, you grab Anon's coat and pull it over your naked body.

>You grab his gun too.

>Just in case.

>You find his pants sitting near his bed and put those on too.

>It feels good to wear clothes again.

>Really good.

>You walk out into the open area of the warehouse.

>You can see the cars in the distance.

>Armed with the knowledge that the gates are electrified, you walk to the generators.

>You raise the gun, taking aim at the sources of power.

*BLAM*

*BLAM*

>The generators sputter and choke, dying.

>The lights in the warehouse flicker off.

>You are alone, illuminated by the moonlight.

>Walking to the car, you test the gate.

>Satisfied, you swing it open and walk to the door of the warehouse.

>It's locked.

>You check the key ring.

>You switch between keys, looking for the correct one for each lock.

>With all three unlocked you swing the door open.

>The smell of salt water and fish hits your nose.

>You see the moonlight shining over the water of the bay.

>It's beautiful.

>Turning back you hop in the red Thunderbird.

>The engine roars to life.

>You flick on the radio.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHF9itPLUo4

>The tires screech and you drive away.

 

>End.