This story is completely fictitious and is in no way related to or endorsed by the person or persons who may be mentioned.
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Boy, were they elated! All they had to do was to lace the 6 security guards' and her food with drugs. Once they fell asleep their plan worked.
Morton and Jason drove the getaway car, while Igor and Adrian looked out, as James and Ed carried the unconscious Ms McCarthy to their car from the Hilton, Chicago, citing reasons that she had to visit the doctor immediately.
The hotel staff quickly hushed them out so as not to attract any attention. They had already drawn lots the previous day, and Morton would have his way with Ms McCarthy, then Jason, Igor, Adrian, James, Ed, with one last gang fuck on Sunday before returning her to the hotel. Their car's license plate was false, anyway.
They took her back to Morton's lush suburb house. Morton was quick to undress, waking the unconscious Ms McCarthy.
"H-huh? Where am I? Who are you?" she groggily asked.
"You have been kidnapped by us and shall be our pleasure slave as and when we like." Morton laughed evilly.
"Help! Let me go!" she screamed.
"It's no use. This house is completely soundproofed." Morton replied. With that, he gently carried her up to the bathroom even though she protested, kicked and screamed. Strangely, her crotch was starting to feel wet.