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Zerby's Inferno #1 (no sex, fantasy)
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Zerby's Inferno #1
There is a time in everyone's lives when they think, "What am I doing here?". At
this particular time, it was Julie Daniels that was doing the thinking. She had
just broke up with her last boyfriend, and was walking around the city. She now
found herself walking down "the Strip", as it was called. The bright lights
screaming "Girls, Girls, Girls" and "XXX" created a halo of the hooker's ratted
hair on the corner. Julie had never been on the Strip alone before, and shivered
as she thought of the stories she had heard. Stories of muggings, and
violence.... and rape.
The beeping of a car-horn caused her to stop an turn.
"How much?" the balding man in the car asked her.
"What?" she said in disbelief. The man, looking annoyed, asked again, "How much
for a night?"
"I am not a hooker." Julie said,accentuating her words the way people do when
accused of doing something unclean.
"Coulda fooled me." The man said as he rolled up his window and drove away.
Julie took a look at herself in the front window of a shop advertising
"massages: $20". She was 23, blonde hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, large
ear-rings. Since it was summer, she was wearing a light T-shirt tucked into a
short pair of shorts. She did look like a hooker, she decided.
Julie had never had a problem with showing herself. As a matter of fact, she
liked the way she could get guys to do what she wanted by showing her legs, or
not wearing a bra and letting her nipples jut out. She even let her last
boyfriend touch them, but they never got any farther. She wasn't a slut, after
all.
"Hi, there, baby" said a voice in her ear,"Don't move, and nobody gets hurt."
She felt the blade of a knife being held to her kidney as a black man came into
view from behind her.
"OOO-Eee, is de man gonna like you" he said, forcing a pair of handcuffs onto
her wrists as her pushed her off into an alley.
"What do you want?" Julie asked, walking where the man was leading her.
"It not what I want, sugar, It what de man want." He said "Up dem stairs!" Julie
headed up a set of old wooden stairs that jutted out from a building into the
alley down which they were walking.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" Julie asked in a frightened voice.
"Naw, I never damage the mechandise, de man don' like dat" He said.
Julie came to the top of the stairs, and the black man pushed her through with a
shove on her ass. She tumbled into the room and landed in a sprawl on the wooden
floor, her hands held behind her by the cuffs.
"Yeah, you bring me a lotta money, wit an ass like dat!" He said.
"What do you mean?" Julie asked.
"You find out real soon, sweetcheecks" the man said. He locked the door and
picked up a nearby phone. Without dialing, he talked into it, never talking his
eyes off of her.
"Yeah. I got a real sweet one..... Yeah... blonde,blue eyes, nice ass... don't
know" He said to the phone.
"Hey, sweetass?" He said to Julie "Is you a virgin?"
"What?"Julie said, not believing his gall.
"Has any one stuck his cock in you pussy?" the man asked.
"NO!" Julie said, looking slightly disgusted at his terminology.
"She a virgin" the man said back into the phone "Bring her down? I do that" He
hangs up the phone.
"We goin' fo' a little ride" He said and moved towards Julie. He grabed her by
her arm and lifted her to her feet.
"Where are you taking me?" Julie asked, her voice on the edge of a wail.
"To see da man, To see da man" the man said. He lead her back down the stairs,
and into a beat-up dodge parked in the back of the building.
"You sit right there" He said, putting her in the passenger seat and locking the
door. He went around and got in the driver's seat. Julie looked around the front
seat trying to find some way out. She might be able to unlock the door with her
teeth, but how could she get the door open, the latch was set into the door, so
she couldn't get it with her knees. The man sitting next to her prevented
anythin else she could think of that wouldn't get her killed, so she decided to
wait until a chance to escape came up.
After about 15 minutes of driving, the man pulled into the parking garage of a
downtown office building. He waved to the valet, who waved him through. After
parking in one of the lower levels, her pulled Julie from the car.
"This is my chance!" She thought, and stomped hard on the man's foot. He let go
and she tried to run. He was faster then she was, and caught up to her. He had
her held with one hand under her chin, and a knife at her throat.
"You be tryin' that again, and I'll be lookin' for mo' meat, 'cause you be dead,
got it?" He said in her ear. Julie nodded faintly, not wanting to get cut by the
knife. He lead her into the elevator this way.
"Push #24" He told her. She reached out and pressed the button with a trembling
hand. The door closed, and the elevator began to rise. After rising a few
floors, there is the sound of something heavy dropping onto the top of the
elevator, and the elevator stops.
"Whathefuck!" The man yelled. A tittering laugh from above.
"What do ya think you doin' up there?" the man yelled. The elevator lurched
down, knocking Julie and the man off balance. Before either could do anything,
the elevator went back up. The laughter increased in volume and madness.
Thumping emenated from the ceiling as if something was jumping up and down in
glee. The elevator lurched again, but this time didn't stop. It crashed into the
sub-basement, crushing both occupants. Julie's last thought was to wonder if the
thing would ever stop laughing.
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