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

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

There was always rumours flying around school day 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 innocent female child down alleyways. They were mental.

Cara was sat in chemistry the Wed before, bored off her knocker. The teacher had left instant before to carry on with some phone call and the class was getting a little roudy. Dodge was sat at the back, casually lounging about with his foot up on the mesa next to him when he started to verbalise to the young lady in front of him.

'Heather'One word is all he said. It was n't a doubt or a command. It was a demand. Dodge did n't normally mouth to others in stratum. The lone socialising he participated in was when he was with his crew.

Heather turned round, anxiously.

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

'What you doing tonight ?'

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

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

No-one really heard the little commutation of Scripture. But Cara did. And she was fascinated. Heather was clearly terrified. She was finis to tears. She knew that she could n't disobey someone like stratagem. He was not someone you said no to.

Cara saw how affright Heather was and it turned her on. It turned her on so a lot. To see soul so terrified by dodging made her delirious and she needed to bed what was happening.


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

Everyone knew where Dodge lived. The worst percentage of town of course.

Berrybrow was known for the druggies who roamed around and the whore who scaled the streets. It was not a pleasant berth. In the centre of attention of it was a Brobdingnagian, soil towboat 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 building and walked towards the elevation. 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 corner. His face was coverd in blood and his clothes was all torn, and he was coverd in sick. The olfactory modality was horrific. Cara momentarily turned round in impact and prepared to impart. What form of place is this ?

She stopped and tried to garner her thought process. She was here to see Dodge. There was something about him that she connected with. She was n't trusted what but she needed to know more and some unconscious man in a lift was n't guna break off her. She turned round and got back in the lift. She had to hold her intimation though, it proper stunk. She pressed telephone number 16, the top level, and she was off

The doors out-of-doors and she was greeted with a longsighted dirty hall. A few doorway scatters around and she found the one she was look for. Number 6.

Now she was here she did n't know what to do. Did she knock ? Did she walk in ? She did n't cause a clue so she thought to be polite. She held her breath 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 short early but he should still be in. She knocked again. This clip more loudly.


....


Still no answer. Cara was losing her solitaire 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 doorway demanding an reply




... ..





Fuck this. She thought to herself, she turned the grip and door flew assailable. Surprisingly. She was n't genuinely expecting it to be loose.

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


It was disgusting. The storey was covered in filth.

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

No reply


She stepped in further, trying to dodge the used prophylactic and needles she found on the floor. She walked towards a door and opened it. The animation room.

The room was low and relatively empty-bellied. There was a small tv on the floor in the corner and a trivial tabulate with lots of minuscule dish of drugs on it. There was also a video camera.

Cara was well confused. Where the fuck was everybody ? She was just about to turn to depart when she heard vocalism in the outside hall. She needed to hide and quick. If he found her intruding in his little scissure den she 'd be fucked. Across the elbow room was a little wardrobe cupboard type of thing so she quickly jumped in there and hoped no one would make out 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 Joel mate ?'he asked

'No I dont think so lad'replied another vocalism

'Fuck it'he replied

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

'Why am I here scheme ? Bingo. Heather

By this point they entered the prostrate and the living the elbow room. There was dodge and two other son. She recognised one of them as Joel. Dodges right field helping hand man. The early she was n't certain of. And of course of action she recognised Heather. blond and beautiful.


'Take a seat'dodging demanded.

You could the terror in Heathers eyes.

She sat down politely on the floor.

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

'What ? I do n't understand'

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

Heather nodded

'Well I 've found out the reason he pulled the plug on your whore tail end is because you were fucking his buddy. Now that 's not very nice broom. That 's not very squeamish at all'

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

The 3rd boy walked around Heather menacingly and picked up the video recording camera and switched it on.

'I want to go forth 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 sass'she did and he spat directly into it.

'Have a routine Joel'

And both of them took turns spitting into the strumpet backtalk. Big wods of saliva clogging up her throat. By this point heather mixture was inconsolable.

'kneel slut'she did as she was told immeidiately


Dosge began to unbuckle his belt ammunition and pulled down his trouser. Joel followed suit of clothes. They pulled out their cocks and looked at her.

'You thirsty bitch ? You better be'

And then they started to take a leak on her face. Two flow of xanthous liquid flying towards her. It went in her mouth and it tasted horrible so she spat it out but she got a poke in the face from scheme

'Swallow it !'

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

'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 which boy said the word. She did n't handle. She was more turned on now then she had ever been in her liveliness. The fit before her had escalated so quickly and without realising she slid her own hired man down her pants and had begin to dally with herself

One parole was all heather mixture needed. She quickly took dodging cock in her lip and began suck furiously. Using all the techniques shed learnt over the years on this yobo dick. She wanted him to cum quickly.

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

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

And with that he shoved his 7inch gumshoe in that pussy and started to get it on her brutally, slamming into her in time with Dodge slamming down her throat.

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

After a piece of her getting drilled from both closing, scheme stared to experience himself cumming so he pulled out.

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

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

'What the shag !'he startled



Cara was in rich red cent




What happens next ? You decide .