The Crow:Dead Doll
The same warnings, and dislaimers and acknowledgements apply as did
in chapter 1. This actually even gets worse than chapter 1. Click here
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Meth and Roach looked at each other over the unconscious body of the girl they had picked up. "So what now dumbass?" Roach asked.
Meth shrugged. "Time to take her back home and we'll figure out from there. She looks like a nice piece of ass. Something to have some fun with before we're done with her."
"Yeah, that's an idea dude. Hey do you remember that one chick you kidnapped, the shrink? She was a nice piece of ass. Total babe, too bad you kinda killed her. What am i talking about kinda killed her? You totally killed the bitch."
"Yeah so what if i did. shut the fuck up about it dude. its none of your damn business." Meth couldn't believe that for some strange reason he still felt bad about how things had turned out with Eva. To him she was more than just some bitch, she was an obsession, a whole part of his life, a part that he had ended prematurely. Inside himself he vowed that this one wouldn't turn out like that. He swore to himself and focused on the road. He heard some movement in the back seat, and assumed that the girl was awake. Meth looked back there and swore loudly.
"Back to sleep bitch!!" Roach yelled as he hit her over the head roughly. The girl slumped back down into the seat with a moan.
"Fuck off dude, don't damage the merchandise before we get her back to the place to give her a looksie. so in other words, do you fucking mind??" Meth felt some how protective of her, not that he wasn't going to have his turn with her and make her hurt some the next morning, but this just seemed... wrong...
Roach looked around. "Yeah, fine, ok whatever. Dude, you're totally wigging out. What's wrong wit' ya?" He lit a joint and passed it over. "Here, have some of this, calm ya down. What a piece of work you are man, after only a couple of hours you're totally jonesing. Ah. who the fuck cares. Once we get this bitch back to the house it'll be all good anyway. nothing will matter then."
Meth looked at Roach for a little and then sucked on the joint slowly. He didn't feel like explaining what was going on in his head to the stoner. Roach was one of his best friends, but even he had to admit that he was a stupid son-of-a-bitch for sure.
Pulling into the alley of a basement suite in a run down part of town, Meth threw the gearshift into park and tore open the back door before Roach even realized where they were and could put out the joint to come inside. Tossing the girl over his shoulder, Meth grabbed a handfull of her ass as he walked into the apartment, hitting her head on the door.
Down the stairs they entered the rank smelling, poorly lit set of rooms they inhabited. The stench of urine, cum, puke and beer invaded his nostrils as Roach stomped down the stairs. The tv set on a cardboard box was still blaring with some late night talk show about mothers and daughters that were fighting or some shit. Beside the threadbare chairs was a small collection of S&M and kiddie porn. A cockraoch crawled over the slice of pizza on the floor and as Meth pulled on the string hanging from the bare light bulb in the middle of the room, the light started swinging, giving everything a disorienting appearance.
Entering the side room, which was not lit in any way at all, Meth threw the girl down roughly on the stained matress. Moaning the girl came to as he snapped the handcuffs around her wrists closed above her, bringing her breasts up into focus a little more. Tieing her feet spread eagle to the corners of the matress, she weakly began to fight as she realized what was happening.
"Lie still bitch, or this will hurt." Meth slapped her across the face backhandedly as Roach entered the room. Slicing off her clothes a layer at a time, Meth went to work on the girl, exposing a satin bra and a pair of matching satin panties. She screamed the whole time, and Roach looked at her distastefully.
"Shut the fuck up you little slut." He said as he forced a small gag into her mouth. Meth licked her cheek then slapped her breast harshly, leaving a deep red set of welts. "This is going to be fun bitch."
The girl started screaming around the gag and struggled against the bonds. Already, her wrists were raw and bleeding.
Roach had started to cook up some heroin in his lucky bottle cap which was coated on the bottom with a thick layer of carbon. Pulling the tournequet tight around the girls arm, causing it to flush a deep shade of fuschia, Roach slid the dirty needle into the girls fat, healthy vein.
The hysterical sobbing softened into a gentle sniffling as the girls eyes rolled back into her head. The girls flesh grew feveriously hot and she tossed her head softly.
"There you are little slut, that's a bit better." Roach said as he patted her arm. "What is your name bitch?"
The girl looked at him with unfocused eyes. "Leah." She mumbled.
Meth slapped her hard. The girl looked surprised. "Okay bitch, it's time to go over the rules here. You are ours now. You will call us Master. If you don't call us Master then you will be punished. Understand??"
"Yes." She mumbled.
Meth hit her again, her nose starting to bleed. "Yes what???"
"Yes Master." The girl started crying again, not even the warm blanket of heroin making the events happening seem less real.
"Good girl." Meth said in a deep, menacing voice, bringing his face close to hers. His rank breath invaded her nostrils as he spoke. "Now you get your reward." He said as he undid his pants, whipping his belt out of the beltloops on his pants. Smacking it on the matress near her head but not hitting her the girl started to sob in earnest, realizing what was going to happen. Roach picked up a camcorder to videotape the violent rape, his dirty cock in one fist.
Taking the knife out of his pants, he slammed it onto the floor beside the bed, making sure the girl couldn't get it, but keeping it in easy reach. There was a knock at the door.
"Fuck, Roach, go get that." Meth yelled. Roach started to argue, but Meth shot him a hard glare as the knock at the door came again. Roach put his dick back into his pants and went to get the door.
"Now, slut, you and I are gonna have a little bit of time to ourselves." Meth said, his voice losing it's edge without Roach around. Somehow by himself he didn't really want to hurt this pathetic sobbing girl. Gently, he ran his hand over her soft mound. The girl still sobbed, but not as hard.
Roach felt the girl, noticing she was completley dry. Feeling a moment of almost tenderness, he licked his finger and shoved it roughly into her cunt, trying to lubricate it some before he raped her. Looking into her eyes he said, "It won't be that bad girl, just do what we say and we'll make this quick."
The girls eyes looked confused then frightened again as Roach walked into the room with two other people, one mane and one woman.
"Meth, AcidAngel and Killa came over for some fun, can they play too?" Roach said.
"Yeah, they can help me rough up this little bitch." Meth said, the nastiness returning to his voice.
Leah opened her mouth. "But... you..." She started uneasily. Meth punched her square in hte face, causing her to spit out blood and pieces of broken teeth. Hitting her with the buckle end of his belt, he took big chunks of flesh out with the welts he left behind. Leah started screaming and crying again.
"Wait!!" Roach cried as he picked up the camera again.
"You got yourself a screamer there. Here, let me give her something to scream about." Killa said as he flipped her over onto her stomach. The handcuffs twisted uncomfortably. Spreading her ass cheeks he pressed his dick against her tight hole and Leah screamed loudly.
Pushing himself into her violently, a trickle of red blood ran down the inside of her thigh as Killa sunk into her. The high pitched screams grew louder, and grated against Meth's ears.
"Shut up!!" He screamed as he hit her again. Pulling her head up by her hair, he forced his hard and dirty dick into her warm throat. The screaming stopped and Meth lost himself in the sensations of raping this girls mouth violently.
