Dillon woke up with a groan. He started to move his hands to hold his head, gasping in shock when he realized he couldn't. Now that he was coming around, he could feel rope around his ankles and wrists. He realized that someone had tied him to a chair with his arms crossed behind it.

'What's going on?'

'Look who decided to re-join the living…' a cruel sounding voice spoke from somewhere to Dillon's left.

Dillon looked over to find one of the paramedics that had come to pick up Alyssa smirking at him.

'Where are we?,' he demanded, 'what the hell is going on? Who the hell are you?'

The man moved faster than Dillon thought was possible, striking Dillon across the face with the back of his hand. He grabbed the hair on the back of Dillon's head, yanking back so that Dillon was forced to look up at him.

'Watch your mouth, kid, before it gets you dead,' he snarled.

Dillon coughed, spitting out some blood from his newly busted lip.

'Where's Abi?!' he cried, 'what have you done with her?!'

The man smirked, shifting to the side so that Dillon could see the full sized bed behind him. Abigail was tied on top of it, still unconscious.

Dillon fought against the ropes that held him.

'She's hurt! Please! Just let us go!'

'I'm afraid I can't do that, kid,' the man replied, a gleeful look in his eyes, 'you see... your little girlfriend over there made a deal with our boss to keep you alive. I fulfilled my end of the bargain. Now, I'm gonna collect the payment she owes. I'm only taking what she promised.'

Dillon felt as if a solid block of ice had settled in his stomach as he stared up in horror at the man.

'She made a deal...to protect...me?' he whispered, 'what kind of a deal?'

The man reached out and moved a strand of hair away from Abigail's face.

'Simple…' he sneered, 'she wanted those men who were threatening you eliminated so that you would be safe.'

Dillon frowned

'And in return?' he questioned.

The man sneered.

'In return, she would become mine…' he whispered, 'I killed the ones who attacked you so now Abi belongs to me.'

Dillon growled in frustration.

'Abi's not an object!' he shouted, 'she doesn't belong to anyone!'

The man smacked him again. He laughed when he heard Abigail groaning as she regained consciousness.

'Look who decided to join us…'

Abigail's eyes fluttered as she woke up. She tried sitting up, but she was in too much pain. She slowly opened her eyes, looking around in confusion until her vision focused on the man.

'Afanasi?' she mumbled, 'what's going on? Where am I?'

Afanasi beamed.

'I'm collecting on our deal, my sweet Abigail,' he sneered, stepping closer to the bed and caressed the side of her face, 'you are such a pretty little thing.'

Abigail whimpered. Afanasi turned his head, smirking over his shoulder at Dillon.

'Have you had her yet kid?' he jeered.

Dillon snarled.

"You're sick…' he hissed through his teeth, 'I swear I'm gonna kill you as soon as I get free…'

Afanasi started laughing.

'I'll take that as a no,' he sneered, taking out a pocket knife, 'I bet you haven't even seen her naked yet. Don't worry, kid. I can help with that.'

Dillon growled as he watched Afanasi move over on top of Abigail and start cutting off her clothes.

'GET OFF HER!' he roared, 'LEAVE HER ALONE!'

Afanasi laughed.

'You both just need a little something to help you relax,' he sneered.

Dillon screamed. Afanasi finished cutting the clothes off of Abigail, throwing away the pieces and leaving her completely naked. He got up and moved over to the dresser where a tray was sitting on top.

Abigail's eyes widened when she saw the needles. She shook her head back and forth, real fear in her eyes as she twisted her body and tried to free herself.

'YOU KEEP THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!' she screamed.

Afanasi laughed, grabbing one of the pre-measured syringes he had prepared before they had woken up.

'That's right,' he mused, 'our sweet, innocent, little Abigail is afraid of needles.'

He laughed again as he straddled her hips and stuck the tip of the needle into her arm, delivering the drug.

Dillon rocked on the chair, almost tipping himself over as he pulled at the ropes holding him captive. He watched as Abigail's head rolled to the side, a drugged smile on her face as she began to moan.

'WHAT DID YOU GIVE HER?!' he demanded.

Afanasi smiled at Dillon as he retrieved the other syringe, moving to Dillon's side and deftly delivering the drug to him.

'Don't worry, kid,' he jeered, 'you won't be worrying about a damn thing in a few seconds. And in a few minutes? You and your little girlfriend are both gonna be begging for everyone to touch you.'

He laughed, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

Abigail starts to writhe on the bed she is tied naked to, her body getting hot as the drug flows through her veins. She moans, licking her suddenly dry lips as she looks around. She sees Dillon and starts arching toward him.

'Come here, Dillon…' she whispered, 'please…'

Dillon ground his teeth together as he tried to keep his eyes on the floor instead of staring at Abigail's naked body. His heart was pounding, and sweat was breaking out all over his as he did his best to fight whatever drug it was that Afanasi had given them.

'I can't…' he whispered, 'I'm tied to a chair…'

Abigail whimpered, pulling harder against the ropes holding her, not noticing as the material of the ropes burned away her skin as she pulled against them. Her body arched toward Dillon, trying to physically will him to her, her hair plastered to her head with sweat.

'P-Please, Dillon…' she moaned, 'I need you…'

Dillon strained against the ropes holding him to the chair, still not looking at her. He screamed in frustration as he felt his cock hardening, even Abigail's pleading voice turning him on, fighting as hard as he can against the effects of the drug.

'YOU ASSHOLES!' he screamed, 'LET US GO!'

Afanasi laughed as he stepped back into the room.

'I see you are both feeling good,' he mused.

He walked over to the bed, kneeling between Abigail's legs, running his hands over her naked body, laughing again when she moaned and arched up toward him. He glanced over at Dillon.

'You really should be where I am, boy!' he cackled, 'how would you like to taste her?"

Dillon's breath came in gasps, still keeping his eyes on the floor.

'YOU'RE SICK!'

His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to keep from giving in to what his body wanted and tried to figure out a way to get them out of this mess.

Afanasi moves over behind Dillon and pulls his head up so that he has no choice but to look at Abigail tied naked to the bed.

'You know you want her, Dillon…'

Dillon moaned and licked his lips, a plan slowly forming in his drug hazed brain. He arched himself toward the bed, straining to get to it.

'I can't do what you want me to do with her unless you untie me…' he whispered.

Afanasi ran his hands down Dillon's arms, toward the ropes around his wrists, leaning forward to whisper in the boy's ear as he pulled his arms up, hard, behind his back. 'Do you really think I'm that stupid, kid?'

He pulled out his pocket knife and cut Dillon's clothes off, just like he had with Abigail's. He grabbed Dillon's arm and dragged him, chair and all, over to the bed. 'Lean forward…'

Dillon didn't move. Afanasi punched him in the ribs.

'LEAN FORWARD!'

Dillon groaned in pain and leaned forward toward the bed. He moaned as a wave of desire went through him, his eyes catching sight of Abigail's body as he strained toward her.

Abigail writhed on the bed, her head shaking back and forth, as she sensed people around her. She didn't care who they were. She wanted them to touch her, to take away the longing she was feeling. "Please," she whispered, her glazed eyes staring up toward the ceiling. She clutched the ropes over her wrists, bending her legs and lifting her hips.

'Please…'

Afanasi laughed evilly. He unfastened the ropes holding Abigail's ankles to the bed and lifted her lower half up, pulling her around so that her pussy was in Dillon's direct line of sight. He laughed again when the boy started straining against his bonds, trying to get to her pussy.

'Don't worry, kid. I got your back.'

He pulled Abigail down, hearing her shoulders pop as he caused her arms to stretch high over her head. He draped her legs over Dillon's shoulders, positioning her so that her pussy was right up against his face. '

Here, kid. I'll even hold her open for you.'

He sat on the edge of the bed and spread Abigail's pussy wide open.

'All you have to do is taste and enjoy.'

Dillon tried his best to close his eyes and mouth and hold his breath, not wanting to give in to Afanasi or the drug. He moaned as he fought an internal battle, trying to push himself back away from Abigail.

Afanasi sighed.

'You are a tough one, kid. I'll give you that much.'

He reached into his pocket and pulled out another syringe, uncapping it and sticking it into Dillon's arm. "

'There…' he whispered, 'that should do it…'

Dillon moaned louder, feeling his cock harder further, feeling Abigail's pussy just in front of his face. His brain shut down as the second dose kicked in, and he leaned forward, parting his lips and licking between her folds.

Abigail gasped, her head falling back as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She rocked her hips against Dillon's face, crossing her ankles behind his head. She couldn't even feel her injured shoulders, her sexual need taking over everything else.

Afanasi reached down and started stroking Dillon's cock with his free hand as the boy continued to taste Abigail.

'That's it, kid. Stop denying what you want. Take it.'

"Please," Dillon begged, his voice muffled by Abigail's pussy.

'Un-tie me…' he whispered, 'I want her!'

Afanasi laughed, letting go of both of them so he could untie Dillon. He pulled Abigail back up all the way onto the bed, watching gleefully as Dillon climbed on top of her.

'That's it, kid. Do whatever comes naturally.'

Abigail moaned, rubbing her legs against Dillon's, arching up toward him.

'Please…'

Her voice was pleading, whimpering.

Dillon reached out and started massaging Abigail's breasts, feeling his cock rubbing against her pussy as he kissed her. He moaned, rocking his hips, gasping into her mouth as his cock started to slide inside her.

Abigail whimpered, gasping as she felt something pushing into her, not really aware of anything going on around her, just her deep seated sexual hunger.

Afanasi laughs at the sight of the two of them.

'It works better if you spread her open, kid,' he said, 'I'll help you.'

He grabbed Abigail's legs and shoved them as far apart as he could. Once that was done, he grabbed Dillon's cock, using his other hand to spread Abigail's pussy open. He pulled on Dillon's cock, guiding the head of it to Abigail's hole.

'You'll find it hard to push inside since she's a virgin, but don't let that stop you, kid. Fuck her to your heart's content.'

Dillon didn't comprehend what the man was saying, barely aware of him, as he pushed himself inside of Abigail, moaning as the tightness surrounded him.

AT THE MANSION

Emily and Rebecca played with the babies as Connor and Murphy paced the foyer of the mansion.

'We shoul' go te da 'ospi'al,' Murphy said.

Connor sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to decide what to do. 'I tink we shoul' call firs'. Make sure dey are done checkin' 'er over.'

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed, asking for information on Abigail Patrice.

The other three watched nervously, waiting to hear how their newest house guest was doing.

Connor growled a few minutes later, clenching his cell phone in his hand.

'FUCK!'

'What is it?' Rebecca asked, her voice thick with worry.

Connor sighed, glancing at Murphy before looking into the living room.

'Dere's no record of Abigail or Dillon at de hospi'al. They ne'er got checked in, an' de ambulance dey were in was found aban'oned in South Boston.'