Mac woke up the next morning curled up next to a little warm body, his face in a mess of dark brown hair and his hand between two legs, his fingers curled up inside a nice little pussy. He wiggled his fingers a little and the body next to him jerked and hissed in pain.

"Mac, please it hurts." her voice helped bring him out of his sleepy haze.

He remembered now, this wasn't just some bitch he picked up from the Luna Mesa, so he knew who she wasn't but he couldn't quite place who she was, yet. He pulled his fingers out of the woman and rubbed his face, she groaned in pain and curled up into a tight ball pressing her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the throbbing between her legs.

Mac sat up, he couldn't remember her name. He raked his brain trying to remember everything that happened last night, he'd been high and drunk and the memories where stubbornly staying away.

"What's your name again, girl?" he asked her.

"Teresa." she sniffed out.

"Teresa," he let the name roll over his tongue, it itched at his brain a little, he felt he was almost starting to remember last night when the woman shifted next to him, a chain rattled loudly and he turned to look at her.

The woman, Teresa, was sitting up with a grimace of pain, a long thick chain was wrapped tightly around her wrist and connected to the headboard.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" she whispered, avoiding eye contact with him.

The memories rushed at him then, he'd kidnapped her, he'd tied her up and fucked her all night. He remembered, he brought her back home after getting her car, he carried her to the bedroom, he fucked her a couple of times as she lay there unconscious and then tied her up and fucked her a few more times through out the night. This was probably not the smartest stunt he could have pulled.

"Please, Mac." she whispered again.

"Oh right," he replied. "The bathroom." he looked around the room, what the fuck had he done with the key? and what the fuck was he going to do with this chick now?

He found the key on the other side of the bedroom, he'd placed it on the window seal far out of her reach. He undid the padlock that held her chains together and unwrapped it's length from around her wrist. She was badly bruised her small wrist was swollen to twice it's normal size. She gingerly held it up agains her small breasts.

Mac looked at her, she was small, not like midget small but cute small, her breasts weren't all that big but he remembered her ass, that was good and her legs were shapely. She looked up at him hesitantly and he took in her face, she wasn't pretty or ugly from what he could tell, half her face was red and swollen, he guessed it was from when he fucked her against the hot car, the other half of her face had a huge bruise covering all her temple and part of her forehead. The rest of her body was pretty banged up too, bruises, bites and hickeys were littered all over her from the neck, down.

"Come on." he told her, motioning with his head that she should go first.

"I don't know where it is." she stood up keeping her face down, eyes on her feet.

"Ain't a mansion girl." he shoved her forward, she stumbled a little but limped forward, the girl could barely walk.

"Damn Terry, I busted you wide open, didn't I?" he mused. He hadn't been this violent since Regina, actually, this might be worse than Regina.

Teresa didn't answer as she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Mac followed her, she was naked and hurt but until he figured out what he was going to do with her, it was best if he kept a close eye on her.

Teresa tried to close the bathroom door once she made it in but Mac stopped that idea quick, putting his hand out and slamming it back open hard.

"None of that."

She didn't try and fight him on it, instead she turned to sit on the blackened toilet, her nose scrunching up slightly, her need to pee overrode her disgust at it's filth and she sat down. As soon as the first stream of urine hit the bowl, she cried out in pain.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mac asked her confused.

"It burns." she cried.

Mac watched her in fascination as she trembled on the toilet. her face red and sweaty as she tried to finish peeing.

"I really did fuck you up, didn't I."

Teresa let out a cry of relief as she finally finished doing her business. He saw her look around in confusion.

"What now?"

"Toilet paper, I don't see any."

Mac laughed, he didn't have toilet paper. "Hold on." he went back to the room and picked up a sock, not bothering to notice if it was his or hers.

"Here," he threw it on her lap. "Use that."

She picked it up and carefully wiped herself, Mac noticed the sock came back pink with spots of red.

"I don't know where to put it." she asked him in a quiet pained voice.

"Just throw it there and come on." He needed to figure out what he was going to do next and he couldn't think until she was tied up and safe again.

He saw her drop the sock, careful not to look at it and stand up to follow him.

"Get back on the bed."

"Please Mac it hurts so bad, I can't anymore. Please." she began crying hysterically.

"Shut up." Mac slapped her upside the head. "I'm not gonna fuck you right now. I got shit to do."

He took pity on her as she sat down, her chest heaving with effort to not cry and tied up her other wrist instead to give the right one a break.

"Take a nap, I'll be around." he told her as he got dressed. Satisfied with her submissive nod, he walked out the door, careful to scoop up her clothes on the way out. He didn't think she would get loose but better safe than sorry, she wouldn't get anywhere without her clothes.

He dumped the clothes on the couch and sat down. So he'd kidnapped a bitch and now he had her tied up on the bed, what clusterfuck, it had been fun but now what was he supposed to do with her? Mac light a cigarette, took a deep drag and closed his eyes. She didn't have much in the way of friends, no family, all that was good, she probably hadn't told anyone she was taking a short cut, no reason anyone would guess she was in Cainsville so that was a plus. If he let her go she would run to the cops, he'd be fucked for sure. He took another puff of his cigarette, what if he kept her around until she healed up, washed her good, maybe gave her some drugs, he could say she wanted it, she was partying with him and he had no idea she was suppose to be somewhere. It would be her word against his, if she didn't have any physical evidence he could be fine.

He smiled at the idea, it be nice to have some pussy on tap for a bit, this could work, he'd have to take it easy on her for a month or so but he could do that. He walked out to the truck, if he was going to keep her around then he'd have to move her car round back, and maybe he'd let her have some clothes, the one she had on got ripped up. He moved her car unhitched it from his truck and began rummaging through her stuff.

He found three hundred dollars in her purse, which he pocketed and not much else, she had a couple of credit cards, a few gas station receipts none of which were very near Cainsville, she had a make up bag, an I-pod and a broken cell.

"Well that explains why she didn't call for help." he murmured to himself.

He took her purse and a box marked clothes inside, after thinking a bit he went out and brought in one of the smaller boxes marked books. She might as well keep herself occupied, he didn't want her yapping at him all day.

Teresa watched him bring in her things quietly, arms curled protectively around her knees.

"You're gonna stay awhile Terry." Mac told her. "Yes." he bit out as she shook her head violently back and forth.

"Please, I won't say anything. I'll say I got lost. I….I was suppose to start a new life. Just let me go and we can forget this ever happened.

Mac shook his head, " We both know that's a lie don't we." He grabbed a dusty shot glass from on top of his dresser, careful to shield what he was doing from her eyes. With his back towards her he poured her a shot and dropped a bit of meth into it.

"I won't!" she pleaded. "I promise."

Mac turned back towards her, "I'll tell you what." he held out the shot glass to her. "Drink it." he motioned her to hurry when she just took the glass and stared at it.
She looked up at him and bit her lip.

"Drink it Terry. Now!" he barked.

She took shot quickly grimacing at the taste.

"Good girl. Now, here's the deal. You stay for a while." she shook her head again, ready to start pleading. "Shut up!" he growled. "You stay and be a good girl and I'll let you go."

"You'll let me go?" she asked hopefully.

"Yep, free and clear, take your shit and go." he watched as hope lit up her eyes.

"How long? How long do I have to stay?"

"Just long enough for all that shit to clear up." he motioned to her face.

"Oh," realization of his plan dawned on her face. She swallowed but nodded. "Ok, yes I'll be good." she swallowed again. "does that mean you won't…uh…." another nervous swallow. "You won't…"

"Fuck you?" Mac let out a snort. "Oh I'm gonna fuck you." he grinned leaning towards her. She flinched away from him, "but I won't mark you up. I'll take it easy on you, your too fuckin delicate." he sneered.

All this talk about sex was making him horny again, he smiled, he was horny and a bitch was right here for the taking, yeah, he was going to enjoy this. He hurried to remove his jeans when Terry gasped.

"No please, I'm still bleeding." she begged. "It hurts so much, you said you'd take it easy." she got to her knees clasping her hands together. "Please Mac."

"Fuck, this what you call being good bitch?" He lifted his hand to smack her again and stopped short. He was suppose to let her heal to get himself out of this mess, he guessed that didn't mean only her body and face but her pussy too, a torn up cunt could be evidence of rape. He looked her up and down, with her on her knees like that it gave him an idea.

"Get off the bed and kneel down here." He motioned in front of him.

"What?" she looked at the floor in front of him.

"You don't want to get fucked, then your gonna suck cock." Mac explained to her.

She hesitated a bit too long, "Do it now Terry!" he yelled making her jump. "Do it or I'll fuck you, your choice." he pulled out his hardened member. "I ain't got all day."
Teresa got up off the bed and kneeled in front of him the chain around her wrist rattling loudly, tears falling freely down her face.

"Don't worry Terry you'll be feeling good in a couple of minutes."

"Wha….." her question was cut off as he took advantage of her open mouth shoving himself all the way to the back of her throat in one fluid motion.

"Bite me bitch and I'll beat the shit outta you." He began pumping into her mouth hard and fast. "Then you'll have to stay longer." he groaned out, his head falling back eyes closed. "Not sure I'd mind that." he gave a soft laugh.

Wrapping his hand in her hair, he pumped her head on his cock at a fast satisfying pace, the girl did good she didn't bite or even scrape him with her teeth. She held on to his hips tightly and tried desperately to breath through her nose.

"I'm gonna cum and you better swallow that shit bitch!" he demanded through clenched teeth moments before he pushed his dick to the back of her throat and released his seed into her mouth.

Teresa choked and sputtered but swallowed, not being given much of a choice.

"Good girl." he patted her head like a dog.

"I feel weird." she replied horsely, wiping the saliva off her mouth.

"Eh it's the Meth." Mac shrugged, in a better mood now that his lust was satiated.

"Meth." she said a small dreamy smile on her face.

Mac snorted again, bitch was high.

"Your pretty." she stood up and touched his face lightly. "Your really pretty. I wish you weren't so mean."

Mac laughed at her. "I'm pretty? What the fuck girl?"

She looked at his teeth, "It's only your teeth." she answered.

"It's only my teeth what?" she was touching his lips with one hand and his hair with the other.

Girls didn't touch him all that much, at least not that he could remember. He let her explore, this was new, it was something new for once.

"kiss me." she demanded. Her pupils blown wide open.

Mac grinned, she got horny when she was high, he'd hoped she'd be one of those, there was always the chance she'd be the other type, the ones that saw shit and freaked out.

"Well, come on then Terry, show me what you got." he wrapped a hand around her hip and dragged her forward.
She came willingly standing on her tippy toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Mac bent his head down to make it easier for her to reach his lips. He wasn't big into kissing but when her soft lips touched his, he liked it. The kiss didn't stay chaste for long, Teresa deepened the kiss letting her tongue dance with his as she moaned and rubbed herself against his body.

Mac gripped her tightly, "Fucked it your all bruised up anyway one more day wont kill us." He pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs, if she was still in pain, she wasn't letting on.

Mac decided to taste her, he pink lips looked yummy. As soon as his tongue touched her clit she was moaning with pleasure, he savored the metallic taste of her blood as it mingled with her juices. She was still bleeding a bit, he would have to be careful.

Mac took his clothes off in-between lapping at her delicious cunt. He stood up and looked down at her, she was laying with her legs obscenely apart.

"You want me to fuck you?"

She nodded.

"Say it." he took a sick pleasure in knowing when she sobered up she'd be mortified at how much of a cock whore she was being.
"Say, Mac please fuck me." he grinned.

"Mac please fuck me." she repeated obediently.

"What ever you want Terry." He crawled on top of her, slipping inside her wet folds easily. The girl moaned loud as he thrust into her. "You like it?"

She nodded.

"Say thank you Mac, for fucking me so good."

"Thank you." gasped between panting. "You fuck me so good."

Mac loved this, this shit was the polar opposite of last night, when she was crying, and begging him to stop.

"Oh God Mac!" she shuddered her release, taking him with her for the second time that morning.

"Fuck" Mac breathed out. "We're gonna have a good time."

He rolled off her happy he'd given her so much slack in the chain earlier, maybe he'd give her more let her walk around the room a bit, when she was high that is.

"Can we do it again." she was sitting up now bouncing up and down on the bed. The meth was clearly working through her, the sad beaten woman from earlier replaced with a hyper sex starved girl.

"Shit, hold on." Mac got up and took a hit of Meth. "Give me a couple a minutes."

She pouted and Mac laughed. Maybe kidnapping this bitch was a good idea after all.