Slutty Hillary

Hillary got off emasculating guys, especially ones who liked her after she tricked them into thinking they had a chance. Her ego shot up and she got a rush from rejecting guys, and calling them losers, pussies, and telling them the take a hint after standing them up. It was all done through text, after acting the sweet lady in person. One day, when she was leaving her work at the salon, someone wearing a balaclava approached. There was really no way she could be sure who it was, even suspecting it was one of the guys she tore apart. Before she could call out or run, a rag was stuffed over her mouth and she fell into blackness.

Sometime later, she awoke lying in dry dirt, with a smell of stale urine, decaying garbage, and diesel fumes strong in the air, and feeling very cold . She recognized she was under the freeway in the city, the filthy shelter of the dwellers of "the jungle", named after the heavily treed hillside greenbelt that the interstate ran by through the middle of the awful city. She might as well be in the third world now, stripped, tied with packaging twine, and severely gagged, and somehow put into her sexy slave stilettos she liked for night clubbing...he must have used her car, and found them in there! She sat on a discarded milk crate, wondering how she was going to navigate this dirty steep incline trapped in her towering heels, and abhoring the thought of finding help, being seen like this in public, when figures emerged from the make-shift shelters nearby. One pointed a pistol and called out "Careful, she can still kick ya good, she got some whore heels on!"
Two skinny burnout men grabbed her and chuckled as the one with the gun said, "Oh yeah, we'z makin' a buncha skrilla off this ho! After fuckin' the shit outta this bitch, we stick her with that wacky num num stuff, 'Crazy Blue', keep her nice and spacey! We make money pimpin' this bitch a good 2-3 years 'fo she is all used up! Aw yeah!"