Dodge stared at Cara. How had she become like this ? This was her family for gods saki. Her own flesh and blood. And here she was, wanting him and his teenage supporter to rape them. She was absolutely fascinating.

Dodge was a bad boy. Everybody knew it. He was well known in town for being the piffling son of a bitch you must avoid at all cost. Him and his Quaker were cipher more then the town yobbo. He had no lesson and Cara knew this. That 's why she went to him for help.

There was always hearsay flying around shoal about scheme and his gang. The prick they get up to. The chaos they cause. If they were n't getting drugged off their faces and robbing hotels, they were raping some innocent missy down alleyway. They were mental.

Cara was sat in chemistry the Wednesday before, bored off her teat. The teacher had left minutes before to handle with some headphone call and the social class was getting a slight roudy. scheme was sat at the spinal column, casually lounging about with his feet up on the mesa next to him when he started to speak to the girl in social movement of him.

'Heather'One Logos is all he said. It was n't a interrogative sentence or a statement. It was a demand. Dodge did n't normally verbalise to others in socio-economic class. The only socialising he participated in was when he was with his crew.

Heather turned round, anxiously.

'Yeah ?'She said, trying to voice confident.

'What you doing tonight ?'

'Errrrm. Not surely. Just guna have a quiet night in and ... ..'She was n't allowed to finish.

'Your coming mine. Be there for 7'And with that he got up, gaiter on the floor and casually walked out the classroom.

No-one really heard the short exchange of words. But Cara did. And she was fascinated. ling was clearly terrified. She was closing curtain to weeping. She knew that she could n't disobey someone like dodge. He was not someone you said no to.

Cara saw how frighten off ling was and it turned her on. It turned her on so much. To see someone so terrified by Dodge made her stir and she needed to know what was happening.


That evening, Cara made her way to Dodges. She did n't have a go at it what her plan was, but she needed to know what was guna happen to Calluna vulgaris.

Everyone knew where scheme lived. The worst part of town of course.

Berrybrow was known for the druggies who roamed around and the sporting lady who scaled the streets. It was not a pleasant blank space. In the centre of it was a Brobdingnagian, contaminating tower engine block of flats. dodge lived on the top floor and that 's where Cara was headed. She did n't know why she was going there.. but she was

When Cara arrived, she entered the construction and walked towards the facelift. She pressed the push and it opened but what was waiting for her was not pleasant. Inside the elevator was a man layed in the corner. His boldness was coverd in blood and his dress was all torn, and he was coverd in sick. The smell was hideous. Cara momentarily turned round of drinks in jounce and prepared to pull up stakes. What form of place is this ?

She stopped and tried to gather her thinking. She was here to see Dodge. There was something about him that she connected with. She was n't for sure what but she needed to know more and some unconscious man in a face lifting was n't guna terminate her. She turned rung and got back in the aerodynamic lift. She had to hold her breath though, it proper stunk. She pressed numeral 16, the top floor, and she was off

The doors opens and she was greeted with a foresighted dirty hall. A few room access scatter around and she found the one she was look for. Number 6.

Now she was here she did n't hump what to do. Did she bump ? Did she take the air in ? She did n't have a clew so she thought to be genteel. She held her hint and gently knocked on the door

....

No answer. Strange she thought. Heather was meant to be here for 7. She glanced at her lookout man. 6.45. A little too soon but he should still be in. She knocked again. This sentence more loudly.


....


Still no answer. Cara was losing her patience now. She had not travelled all this way just to find out he 's not in. She knocked again. No, not knocked, banged. She pounded her clenched fist against the threshold demanding an solution




... ..





Fuck this. She thought to herself, she turned the handle and room access flew assailable. Surprisingly. She was n't genuinely expecting it to be open.

The flat was dark. She could n't really see much do she stumbled in and tried to find a lightsome switching. She started to rub her hand against the wall untill ... beano. Found one. She pressed and suddenly the flat was filled with a bright light.


It was disgusting. The flooring was covered in nastiness.

'Hello ? Hello Dodge are you in ?'she shouted into the filthy den.

No reply


She stepped in far, trying to dodge the used condoms and needles she found on the story. She walked towards a door and opened it. The bread and butter room.

The way was diminished and relatively empty. There was a small tv on the floor in the quoin and a little defer with peck of pocket-size bags of drugs on it. There was also a video camera.

Cara was well confused. Where the roll in the hay was everybody ? She was just about to turn to go out when she heard voices in the outside hallway. She needed to shroud and quick. If he found her intruding in his minuscule wisecrack den she 'd be fucked. Across the room was a piddling wardrobe cupboard type of thing so she quickly jumped in there and hoped no one would follow in. There was a fracture in the door too so she could spy on what was guna befall


She could hear the voices clearly now and immediately recognised Dodges voice.

'Did you leave the door open Book of Joel spouse ?'he asked

'No I dont think so lad'replied another vocalization

'Fuck it'he replied

Cara loved the way he did n't give a red cent about anything.

'Why am I here contrivance ? beano. Scots heather

By this dot they entered the flat and the living the room. There was Dodge and two other son. She recognised one of them as Joel. stratagem correctly handwriting man. The early she was n't sure of. And of course she recognised Heather. Blonde and beautiful.


'Take a seat'Dodge demanded.

You could the little terror in Heathers middle.

She sat down politely on the floor.

'A slight birdy told me youve been fucking about one of my friends'

'What ? I do n't understand'

'Cut the crap loose woman. Jarad, a good ally of mine recently broke up with you. Correct ?'

Heather nodded

'Well I 've found out the grounds he pulled the plug on your harlot arsehole is because you were fucking his Brother. Now that 's not very overnice broom. That 's not very Nice at all'

Cara could n't breath. Her heart was beating fast as fuck.

The one-third boy walked around Heather menacingly and picked up the telecasting camera and switched it on.

'I want to leave please contrivance'pleaded Heather

'Your not going anywhere slut'

That 's when it started. He moved towards her and grabbed her by her neck and pulled her up. She started to cry but it did n't phase him.

'If you wan na be a whore you 'll be treated like one. give you mouth'She resisted 'OPEN YOUR rima oris'she did and he spat directly into it.

'Have a turn Joel'

And both of them took turns spitting into the sluts sassing. Big wods of expectoration clogging up her throat. By this point Calluna vulgaris was inconsolable.

'kneel slut'she did as she was told immeidiately


Dosge began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his bloomers. Joel followed cause. They pulled out their cocks and looked at her.

'You thirsty kick ? You better be'

And then they started to piss on her case. Two flow of yellow liquid flying towards her. It went in her mouth and it tasted horrifying so she spat it out but she got a poke in the face from contrivance

'Swallow it !'

She did as she was told. Fearing for her lifespan.

'This is what sluts like you get when you fuck about our fellow'They both laughed cruelly

The pissing go on and now she was soaked. She started to gag on all the piddle and that 's when it eventually stopped.

'Suck'

Cara was n't sure which boy said the word. She did n't care. She was more turned on now then she had ever been in her life. The fit before her had escalated so quickly and without realising she slid her own hand down her pants and had begin to play with herself

One word was all Scots heather needed. She quickly took scheme pecker in her mouth and began suck furiously. Using all the proficiency shed learnt over the years on this tough dick. She wanted him to cum quickly.

While she was sucking dodges dick, Joel went round the former slope of her and mounted her so that he could could get a good portion at her pussy. Wet as fuck.

'Dodge. She 's wet. The sordid fucking bozo whores wet. She 's loving it !'

And with that he shoved his 7inch dick in that kitty-cat and started to fuck her brutally, slamming into her in time with dodge slamming down her throat.

Both boys were fucking her ruthlessly while the other boy filmed it all along.

After a while of her getting drilled from both ends, dodge stared to palpate himself cumming so he pulled out.

'If you think this is over. Your wrong baby. It 's only just started'and he started to walk towards the closet, where Cara was furiously fingering herself.

He swung the doors open and was shocked by what he saw.

'What the piece of tail !'he startled



Cara was in deep bull




What happens next ? You decide .