Post by Donna Rigotti on Feb 4, 2021 14:39:38 GMT
Through the darkness of the black hood that was pulled over her head Donna contemplated what had brought her into this situation. Meeting Madison, then Vincent, Roscoe the dog and getting into Vince's car on the road for an hour before the tires went poof and suddenly they were surrounded by some real fierce militia looking motherfuckers, getting man-handled into a truck and being deprived of her sight.
After a few hours drive the truck came to a standstill, and from its movement Donna had been able to determine they were driving into what probably was the hideout of her captors. Donna got shoved out of the back of the truck and fell out smacking on the ground, before someone took the hood off her head.
"Really!? You couldn't take that fuckin' thing off before you threw me outta the truck!?" Donna complained. As she got to her knees she was treated to a punch in the back with the stock of a weapon which got her moaning in pain and curled up in a ball for a moment.
"Oww... my kidneys..." Donna moaned. "Kinda need those..."
She was about to be treated to another punch but one of her captors stopped the others from doing so.
"Stop ya moron!" the captor spoke. "Ya wanna break her!? Fit young woman like her can go for a long time!"
"Yeah stop it moron." Donna defiantly added. "I'm too pretty to break!"
Donna then got roughly pulled off the ground, making her yelp and put to her feet. She looked around real quick but couldn't see either Madison nor Vincent.
"Where's Mads and Vince!?" Donna asked. "Shit, where's the goddamn dog!?"
"Shut up and move!" was the answer she received, along with a push to the shoulder.
Donna was led into a building and on the way she noticed a few people in jumpsuits working around the place, and they didn't seem to happy about being there. It gave her an idea of what this place was all about. Well, with luck she'd stay alive at least. When they finally got inside, someone cut off the zipties that bound her hands, while a few others aimed their rifle at her.
"Strip." the guy who cut her ziptie spoke.
"Pardon?" Donna asked.
"Clothes. Off. Now!"
Donna looked at the guards, then shook her head and chuckled nervously.
"Uh-ho... no! I've seen this movie!" Donna said. "Never ends well for the girl!"
Funny that at a time like this gangbang porn came to her mind. Truth was Donna wasn't afraid of dying, and hadn't been for a long time. It's what caused her funny demeanor in the face of adversity.
"Either take off your damn clothes or we'll cut them off you!" the captor spoke. "And I don't give a shit if a slice of flesh comes off here and there in the process!"
Donna sighed. "Well since you put it that way..." she spoke.
Reluctantly Donna started taking off her clothes; first her jacket, then her shirt, finally her shoes and pants until she stood in front of them in her underwear.
"Those too!" the captor spoke. Donna just looked at him in disbelief.
"Uhh yeah, you mind buying me at least dinner first pal?" Donna asked. Another one of her captors chuckled at the remark. The one asking got annoyed and pulled a gun on her.
"OFF!" he said, visibly annoyed. The gun in her face was really motivating for Donna though.
"One full frontal nudity, coming up!" Donna spoke, then took off her bra and panties until finally she stood butt-naked in front of her captors. It didn't frighten her so much, what really disturbed her was that she felt more comfortable being in this position than she probably should be.
A few whistles and nods from her captors ensued. Donna couldn't help but roll her eyes though. Part of her hoped they had her strip down so they could shoot her. A shot in the head seemed really welcome right about now. At least she'd leave a beautiful corpse.
And they were going to shoot at her alright. Just not with a firearm. The group of captors in front of her made room for another one, who was carrying a hose.
"Oh fuck me sidewa..." was the only thing Donna was able to get out before the full force of water was unleashed on her, knocking her off her feet. It hurt like hell on her body, and once the water made its way into her nose she couldn't stop coughing, and what was mere seconds seemed to last for minutes.
"On your feet!" one of her captors spoke. Donna was barely able to hear it due to the water in her ears. Once she had more or less regained her composure, she got back up again and as soon as she did, she was treated to someone throwing a powdery substance in her face, which got in her mouth and blurred her sight. Donna spit out the powdery substance that got in her mouth and although her face was plastered with powder, one could see the annoyance in her face.
"What kinda fuckin' Shawshank Redemption bullshit is this!?" Donna yelled. Then, through her blurred vision she could see the hose being pointed at her again.
"Aww shit!" she once more cursed, before being treated to another cold hurtful shower.
Once it was over and she had gotten back on her feet, a rag was thrown to her and she was told to dry off. Then, she got her underwear back which had gotten the same treatment with the powder as she did, along with a gray jumpsuit.
"Get dressed!" the captor ordered her.
"Fuckin' hell..." Donna cursed as she got dressed. "You all ain't gettin' no Michelin stars, that's for damn sure!"
Donna then was escorted to a big cage, which contained more people who had undergone the same treatment as her. She was pushed inside, and then the cage was slammed shut behind her.
"I'll be wanting my fuckin' coat back!" Donna said, as if it would matter. She then turned around hoping to see a few familiar faces.
"Vince!? Mads!?" Donna called. "You guys in here!?"
She looked around hoping to find someone. If not, there were plenty of other people in here to make friends with.