dodging stared at Cara. How had she become like this ? This was her kin for gods sake. Her own flesh and bloodline. And here she was, wanting him and his teenage friends to rape them. She was absolutely fascinating.

Dodge was a bad boy. Everybody knew it. He was well known in town for being the little asshole you must avoid at all cost. Him and his friend were cypher more then the township hooligans. He had no moral and Cara knew this. That 's why she went to him for help.

There was always rumor flying around schooltime about dodging and his pack. The shit 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 guiltless girls down alleyways. They were mental.

Cara was sat in interpersonal chemistry the Wednesday before, bored off her titmouse. The teacher had left moment before to dole out with some telephone set call option and the class was getting a little roudy. dodge was sat at the vertebral column, casually lounging about with his foot up on the table adjacent to him when he started to verbalise to the female child in front of him.

'Heather'One word is all he said. It was n't a question or a financial statement. It was a demand. Dodge did n't normally speak to others in stratum. The only socializing he participated in was when he was with his crew.

Heather turned round, anxiously.

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

'What you doing tonight ?'

'Errrrm. Not sure. Just guna have a muted nighttime in and ... ..'She was n't allowed to finish.

'Your coming mine. Be there for 7'And with that he got up, bickering on the storey and casually walked out the schoolroom.

No-one really heard the scant rally of words. But Cara did. And she was fascinated. heather was clearly terrified. She was close to binge. She knew that she could n't disobey someone like scheme. He was not someone you said no to.

Cara saw how scared ling was and it turned her on. It turned her on so much. To see someone so terrified by Dodge made her excited and she needed to screw what was happening.


That evening, Cara made her way to stratagem. She did n't jazz what her design was, but she needed to know what was guna happen to Heather.

Everyone knew where Dodge lived. The worst part of townsfolk of course.

Berrybrow was known for the druggies who roamed around and the prostitutes who scaled the streets. It was not a pleasant place. In the nub of it was a immense, dirty tug cylinder block of flats. contrivance lived on the top storey and that 's where Cara was headed. She did n't have a go at it why she was going there.. but she was

When Cara arrived, she entered the building and walked towards the lift. She pressed the button and it opened but what was waiting for her was not pleasant. Inside the lift was a man layed in the nook. His face was coverd in blood and his apparel was all torn, and he was coverd in sick. The look was outrageous. Cara momentarily turned beat in jolt and prepared to leave. What kind of place is this ?

She stopped and tried to take in her thoughts. She was here to see Dodge. There was something about him that she connected with. She was n't sure as shooting what but she needed to screw more and some unconscious mind man in a nip and tuck was n't guna stop her. She turned troll and got back in the lift. She had to hold her breath though, it proper stunk. She pressed number 16, the top floor, and she was off

The doorway outdoors and she was greeted with a long dirty hallway. A few doors scattering around and she found the one she was face for. routine 6.

Now she was here she did n't know what to do. Did she criticise ? Did she take the air in ? She did n't suffer a clue so she thought to be polite. She held her breath and gently knocked on the door

....

No response. Strange she thought. ling was meant to be here for 7. She glanced at her lookout man. 6.45. A minuscule early but he should still be in. She knocked again. This metre more loudly.


....


Still no answer. Cara was losing her forbearance 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 fist against the door demanding an answer




... ..





ass this. She thought to herself, she turned the handle and door flew open. Surprisingly. She was n't genuinely expecting it to be open.

The flat tire was dark. She could n't really see much do she hit in and tried to encounter a light substitution. She started to rub her hand against the bulwark untill ... Bingo. Found one. She pressed and suddenly the flatcar was filled with a bright light.


It was disgusting. The floor was covered in filth.

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

No response


She stepped in further, trying to evade the used prophylactic and phonograph needle she found on the storey. She walked towards a door and opened it. The living room.

The room was pocket-sized and relatively evacuate. There was a small tv on the floor in the turning point and a fiddling table with fortune of small bags of drugs on it. There was also a picture camera.

Cara was well confused. Where the fucking was everybody ? She was just about to turn to go out when she heard voice in the remote hallway. She needed to hide and quick. If he found her intruding in his little crack den she 'd be fucked. Across the room was a little wardrobe cupboard type of thing so she quickly jumped in there and hoped no one would come in. There was a crack in the door too so she could spy on what was guna happen


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

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

'No I dont think so lad'replied another voice

'Fuck it'he replied

Cara loved the way he did n't grant a shit about anything.

'Why am I here scheme ? Bingo. Heather

By this point they entered the flat and the living the room. There was scheme and two former son. She recognised one of them as Joel. Dodges right hand man. The other she was n't sure of. And of course she recognised Scots heather. Blonde and beautiful.


'Take a rear'scheme demanded.

You could the terror in Heathers middle.

She sat down politely on the floor.

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

'What ? I do n't understand'

'Cut the bullshit slut. Jarad, a good friend of mine recently broke up with you. discipline ?'

Heather nodded

'Well I 've found out the cause he pulled the ballyhoo on your woman of the street tail end is because you were fucking his brother. Now that 's not very nice Calluna vulgaris. That 's not very skillful at all'

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

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

'I want to leave please Dodge'pleaded Calluna vulgaris

'Your not going anywhere slut'

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

'If you wan na be a tart you 'll be treated like one. open up you mouth'She resisted 'OPEN YOUR mouth'she did and he spat directly into it.

'Have a bend Joel'

And both of them took turns spitting into the hussy lip. Big wods of saliva clogging up her throat. By this point Scots heather was inconsolable.

'kneel slut'she did as she was told immeidiately


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

'You thirsty bitch ? You skillful be'

And then they started to piss on her face. Two current of yellowness liquidness flying towards her. It went in her mouth and it tasted horrible so she spat it out but she got a slug in the face from Dodge

'Swallow it !'

She did as she was told. Fearing for her life-time.

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

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

'Suck'

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

One word was all Calluna vulgaris needed. She quickly took dodging prick in her mouthpiece and began suck furiously. Using all the techniques shed learnt over the years on this hooligans dick. She wanted him to cum quickly.

While she was sucking contrivance dick, Joel went round the other side of her and mounted her so that he could could get a good fate at her pussy. Wet as fuck.

'Dodge. She 's wet. The unsportsmanlike nooky pussy whores wet. She 's loving it !'

And with that he shoved his 7inch dick in that pussy and started to fuck her brutally, slamming into her in time with dodging 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 ending, contrivance stared to feel himself cumming so he pulled out.

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

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

'What the fucking !'he startled



Cara was in deep shit




What happens next ? You decide .