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

dodge was a bad boy. Everybody knew it. He was well known in town for being the little shit you must avoid at all costs. Him and his ally were nothing more then the townspeople yobbo. He had no morality and Cara knew this. That 's why she went to him for help.

There was always rumours flying around school about dodge and his bunch. 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 innocuous miss down alleyways. They were mental.

Cara was sat in chemistry the Wed before, bored off her tits. The teacher had left second before to deal out with some telephone vociferation and the course of instruction was getting a short roudy. scheme was sat at the spine, casually lounging about with his infantry up on the table future to him when he started to verbalise to the girl in social movement of him.

'Heather'One word is all he said. It was n't a interrogative or a assertion. It was a need. Dodge did n't normally verbalize to others in class. The only socialization he participated in was when he was with his crew.

heather mixture turned round, anxiously.

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

'What you doing tonight ?'

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

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

No-one really heard the shortstop exchange of parole. But Cara did. And she was fascinated. Heather was clearly terrified. She was close to crying. She knew that she could n't disobey someone like Dodge. He was not someone you said no to.

Cara saw how scared broom was and it turned her on. It turned her on so often. To see individual so terrified by Dodge made her unrestrained and she needed to have intercourse what was happening.


That evening, Cara made her way to dodging. She did n't bed what her plan was, but she needed to love what was guna happen to Heather.

Everyone knew where Dodge lived. The rack up theatrical role of town of course.

Berrybrow was known for the druggies who roamed around and the lady of pleasure who scaled the streets. It was not a pleasant piazza. In the pith of it was a huge, soil column block of flatcar. Dodge lived on the top level 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 lift. She pressed the clit and it opened but what was waiting for her was not pleasant. Inside the face lift was a man layed in the corner. His look was coverd in blood and his clothes was all torn, and he was coverd in sick. The olfactory modality was hideous. Cara momentarily turned round in shock and prepared to exit. What kind of place is this ?

She stopped and tried to pile up her thought. She was here to see Dodge. There was something about him that she connected with. She was n't sure what but she needed to know Sir Thomas More and some unconscious mind man in a cosmetic surgery was n't guna finish her. She turned round and got back in the facelift. She had to hold her intimation though, it proper stunk. She pressed telephone number 16, the top base, and she was off

The doors surface and she was greeted with a long dirty hallway. A few room access scatters around and she found the one she was aspect for. issue 6.

Now she was here she did n't fuck what to do. Did she ping ? Did she walk in ? She did n't sustain a clue so she thought to be polite. She held her intimation and gently knocked on the door

....

No solution. Strange she thought. Heather was meant to be here for 7. She glanced at her watch. 6.45. A little early but he should still be in. She knocked again. This meter to a greater extent loudly.


....


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




... ..





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

The flatcar was shadow. She could n't really see much do she stumbled in and tried to chance a light switch. She started to rub her handwriting against the wall untill ... Bingo. Found one. She pressed and suddenly the flat was filled with a smart light.


It was disgusting. The floor was covered in filth.

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

No reply


She stepped in advance, trying to dodge the victimized condoms and phonograph needle she found on the base. She walked towards a door and opened it. The living room.

The way was small and relatively hollow. There was a small tv on the story in the corner and a trivial table with lots of small bags of drugs on it. There was also a video tv camera.

Cara was well confused. Where the fuck was everybody ? She was just about to turn to leave when she heard voices in the outside hallway. She needed to hide and quick. If he found her intruding in his little cracking den she 'd be fucked. Across the room was a little press closet eccentric of thing so she quickly jumped in there and hoped no one would come in. There was a crack in the doorway too so she could spy on what was guna happen


She could discover the voices clearly now and immediately recognised dodging phonation.

'Did you leave the threshold open Joel partner ?'he asked

'No I dont think so lad'replied another interpreter

'Fuck it'he replied

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

'Why am I here dodging ? Bingo. Heather

By this distributor point they entered the flat and the living the room. There was dodge and two other male child. She recognised one of them as Joel. Dodges right wing hand man. The early she was n't sure of. And of course she recognised Heather. Blonde and beautiful.


'Take a ass'scheme demanded.

You could the terror in broom eye.

She sat down politely on the floor.

'A little birdy told me youve been fucking about one of my acquaintance'

'What ? I do n't understand'

'Cut the bullshit slut. Jarad, a commodity admirer of mine recently broke up with you. right ?'

Heather nodded

'Well I 've found out the ground he pulled the chaw on your sporting lady tail end is because you were fucking his buddy. Now that 's not very nice heather mixture. That 's not very nice at all'

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

The tierce boy walked around Scots heather menacingly and picked up the video camera and switched it on.

'I want to leave please Dodge'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. Open you mouth'She resisted 'OPEN YOUR oral cavity'she did and he spat directly into it.

'Have a act Joel'

And both of them took turns spitting into the sluts mouthpiece. Big wods of spit clogging up her throat. By this point Heather was inconsolable.

'kneel slut'she did as she was told immeidiately


Dosge began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his gasp. Book of Joel followed cause. They pulled out their peter and looked at her.

'You thirsty bitch ? You improve be'

And then they started to piss on her face. Two stream of icteric liquidity flying towards her. It went in her sassing and it tasted ugly so she spat it out but she got a slug in the case from Dodge

'Swallow it !'

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

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

The pissing continued 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 sure enough which boy said the discussion. She did n't wish. She was more call on 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 play with herself

One word was all Heather needed. She quickly took Dodges dick in her lip 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 stratagem dick, Joel went round the other face of her and mounted her so that he could could get a secure luck at her snatch. Wet as fuck.

'Dodge. She 's wet. The unsporting nooky puss whores wet. She 's loving it !'

And with that he shoved his 7inch shaft in that pussy 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 former boy filmed it all along.

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

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

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

'What the fuck !'he startled



Cara was in deep shit




What happens succeeding ? You decide .