>>14687
Would that be this one? I think the artist left it untiltled.

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“Help! Can someone help me?!” Penny had just been on her way home when the voice caught her attention. Looking around she found a man kneeling next to a large dog lying motionless on the ground in the entrance of an alley, and quickly hurried over.

“Can I help you, what's wrong?”

“I don't know. I just found him lying here like this and he's barely breathing. I think he's injured.”

Penny could faintly see a line of red along one of the dog's forelegs. “I have a dog at home too, let me see.”

“You do? Thank you.” The man backed away a little to give Penny some space, but when she leaned forward something damp and sweet-smelling pressed over her nose and mouth, and within seconds everything became fuzzy before she blacked out completely.

…

Penny awoke lying on a cold hard concrete floor, her head still swimming from whatever had knocked her out, so she took several moments to get her bearings – and a few more to notice she was entirely naked. “Hey!” Covering her crotch and chest with a squeak, she started looking around the room much more urgently. “Where are my clothes?!”

“You won't be needing them anymore.” Penny spun around to find a man wearing a ski mask stepping out of a corner, from his voice, it well might have been the same one she'd tried to help earlier.

“W-what's going on here!? And what did you do to that poor dog?”

“Oh, I didn't do anything. Laika is just so well trained, she helps me out when I ask her to.”

“Help with what?”

“Help with catching you of course. And you silly girl fell for it hook line and sinker.”

“W-what do you want from me?” Even beyond the obvious something about the whole situation made Penny massively uneasy, and she couldn't help the panic slowly creeping into her voice.

“Isn't it obvious? My client is sick and tired of you always messing up his plans, so he sent me after you.”

“What are you talking about? Gadget-”

“That fool? He couldn't detective his way out of a wet paper bag on his own. We know you're the one doing the actual work, so I'm being paid to take you out of the picture, permanently.”

By now Penny was getting truly nervous, frantically searching for a way out, but there were no windows, and the only door was blocked by a man much bigger and stronger than her, and she didn't have any of her tools with her either. “I-if you do anything to me, Uncle Gadget will-”

“Will what? Try to lock me up? He'll never even find out. I think it's time we stopped with the chatting. Any last words.”

He was serious. Penny could tell that this man was about to do something really, really bad to her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him as she started crying. “N-no, please, don't hurt me! I'll do anything!”

“Unless you somehow got like fifty thousand bucks hidden on you, there's nothing you could offer me. Time to die.” Suddenly the man moved forward, and just slapped Penny across the cheek full force sending her head reeling. The stinging pain and the impact left her completely defenceless long enough for him to reach to the ceiling above her to pull down a length of rope and swiftly place it around her neck, before stepping backwards a little to observe his handiwork.

Penny barely had time to register the coarse rope before the man pressed a button on a small remote and with a loud noise a winch activated, pulling the rope taut around Penny's neck, forcing her onto her tiptoes before lifting her off the ground completely. She tried to scream from the sudden pain, but the rope was cutting off her air, reducing her voice to a strangled gasp.

As the winch stopped maybe half a meter above the ground, Penny kept crying and gasping, her fingers trying to somehow loosen the rope while her legs just kept kicking and flailing. Careful not to get hit by her, the man stepped closer to Penny, reaching out to squeeze and fondle her practically flat chest for a moment before trailing down over her stomach to push between her legs, a finger entering her. Normally Penny would have been either petrified or furious at this kind of molestation, but right now, over the all-consuming pain in her head and her lungs, that only seemed to keep growing with every moment, she really couldn't care less.

After pulling out of her, the man moved up a chair from the side of the room, opening his trousers as he sat down right in front of Penny, and a moment later one of her feet still swaying in the air, desperate for any solid ground, instead brushed against something warm and kind of soft. Looking down through the tears and the haze slowly clouding her mind, Penny could see it was the man's fully erect penis, and even though she really should have been totally grossed out by that, right now she was just too desperate for any kind of relief.