Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 16:10:31 GMT -5
They weren't hard to follow. The tire tracks in the mud headed in one direction. That was a start. From there it was just deductive reasoning. The closest place in that direction was a little vineyard. It was where Debra would have gone if she was desperate double crosser eager to put safety on her to do list. Debra found the place after a short drive. It was a little disappointing to find the apartments empty though. The place had a certain crazy charm that Debra had come to appreciate.
Pulling in front of the vineyard she saw two trucks parked out in the open. It was almost two easy. She didn't see any other cars. She was with someone. She couldn't have gotten both trucks here by herself. Not unless she parked one and walked back across the miles of road between them. That didn't seem likely. The best and only reasoning she could come to was that she had some survivors. And she was trying to keep them from Omega. Tsk tsk tsk.
Debra snapped her fingers at the men she had with her. Her job was becoming tedious. She had already rounded up one group just the day before. She was allowing them to get acclaimated to their new home, before she talked to them. Omega hadn't questioned them either... No, it was Debra's job to be the welcoming comity. Moving through the gates the group were quiet. They didn't make a sound as they pushed the front door open. It wasn't even locked! Debra had thought J was smarter than this? She found J tuckered out sleeping on the couch. Poor thing must've been exhausted. Debra's eyes roamed over the sleeping figure. She moved lightly across the carpet. She allowed her fingers to travel up the rough material of her jeans. Not enough to wake her, but she wanted to remember the shape of her beneath her finger tips once more. It's been awhile since her and J had a playdate. A smile spread across her face as her fingers roamed over the roundness of her ass. She actually had to resister to urge to squeeze it.
Screams came from the back of the house. Debra looked up. Her fingers retreated as she nodded in the direction. Her men moved through the house. They would find the door slightly cracked open and see the two engaged in the thrawlls of each other's company. Debra pulled up a chair silently and placed it in front of the couch. She reached over and brushed the bangs out of J's eyes with the back of her finger lightly. She still hadn't woken the poor dear. She would allow her to rest. She had plenty of time.
Debra crossed her legs and let out a quiet sigh as she looked around the quaint little room. It smelled funny. She crinkled her nose a bit and rolled her eyes as her brown orbs rested on the sleeping J. She wondered what kind of excuses she would have for her. She pulled out a pistol and placed her hands in her lap, the pistol point right at J. She sat there in silence listening to the banging of the headboard on the wall. My my someone is really giving it to that poor girl back there. Debra thought. I hope she can walk after, I would hate to have to carry the bitch. Her own joke made a smirk spread on her face as she waited. She sat back in her chair and tilted her head to the side while she looked at J. She wished Omega would just let her kill this one. She was fun to play with, but she was a defiant little pain in the ass. Well, she was until Debra had gotten her hands on her. It seems though that J hadn't learned her lesson. She was still trying to break rules.