Dodge stared at Cara. How had she become like this ? This was her family for graven image sake. Her own pulp and blood. And here she was, wanting him and his teenage friends to spoil them. She was absolutely fascinating.

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

There was always bruit flying around schoolhouse about stratagem and his gang. The diddly-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 destitute girlfriend down back street. They were mental.

Cara was sat in chemistry the Midweek before, bored off her titty. The teacher had left minutes before to deal with some phone outcry and the class was getting a little roudy. Dodge was sat at the dorsum, casually lounging about with his fundament up on the board next to him when he started to speak to the girl in figurehead of him.

'Heather'One word is all he said. It was n't a interrogation or a assertion. It was a demand. contrivance did n't normally speak to others in class. The just socialising he participated in was when he was with his crew.

Calluna vulgaris turned round, anxiously.

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

'What you doing tonight ?'

'Errrrm. Not trusted. Just guna have a silence night 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 floor and casually walked out the classroom.

No-one really heard the short exchange of words. But Cara did. And she was fascinated. Heather was clearly terrified. She was cheeseparing to tears. She knew that she could n't disobey individual like Dodge. He was not mortal you said no to.

Cara saw how dash Scots heather was and it turned her on. It turned her on so often. To see soul so terrified by scheme made her excited and she needed to know what was happening.


That evening, Cara made her way to Dodges. She did n't know what her program was, but she needed to have it off what was guna happen to heather.

Everyone knew where Dodge lived. The forged office of Town of course.

Berrybrow was known for the druggies who roamed around and the harlot who scaled the streets. It was not a pleasant place. In the centre of it was a huge, pestiferous pillar city block of flats. dodging lived on the top floor and that 's where Cara was headed. She did n't eff why she was going there.. but she was

When Cara arrived, she entered the edifice and walked towards the facelift. She pressed the button and it opened but what was waiting for her was not pleasant. Inside the rise was a man layed in the box. His face was coverd in blood and his apparel was all torn, and he was coverd in sick. The smell was horrific. Cara momentarily turned cycle in shock and prepared to leave. What form of place is this ?

She stopped and tried to collect her mentation. She was here to see dodging. There was something about him that she connected with. She was n't sure what but she needed to know to a greater extent and some unconscious man in a rhytidectomy was n't guna break off her. She turned round of golf and got back in the lift. She had to take hold her breathing spell though, it proper stunk. She pressed number 16, the top floor, and she was off

The door opens and she was greeted with a farsighted dirty hallway. A few room access 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 criticize ? Did she walk in ? She did n't have a clue so she thought to be polite. She held her breath and gently knocked on the door

....

No answer. Strange she thought. heather was meant to be here for 7. She glanced at her watch. 6.45. A short ahead of time but he should still be in. She knocked again. This time 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 answer




... ..





roll in the hay this. She thought to herself, she turned the grip and room access flew open. Surprisingly. She was n't genuinely expecting it to be open.

The flat was colored. She could n't really see much do she trip up in and tried to find a loose switch. She started to rub her hand against the wall untill ... Bingo. Found one. She pressed and suddenly the apartment was filled with a vivid 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 further, trying to dodge the victimized condom and needle she found on the flooring. She walked towards a room access and opened it. The keep room.

The room was small and relatively empty. There was a minor tv on the floor in the corner and a fiddling table with passel of small-scale bags of drugs on it. There was also a video camera.

Cara was well confused. Where the shtup was everybody ? She was just about to become to leave when she heard interpreter in the away hallway. She needed to hide out and quick. If he found her intruding in his little crack den she 'd be fucked. Across the room was a fiddling wardrobe cupboard eccentric of affair so she quickly jumped in there and hoped no one would get in. There was a crack in the door too so she could spy on what was guna happen


She could try the representative 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 voice

'Fuck it'he replied

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

'Why am I here dodge ? Bingo. heather

By this percentage 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. scheme right hand man. The other she was n't certainly of. And of course she recognised heather mixture. blond and beautiful.


'Take a seat'Dodge demanded.

You could the scourge in Heathers middle.

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 crap slut. Jarad, a good acquaintance of mine recently broke up with you. Correct ?'

Calluna vulgaris nodded

'Well I 've found out the rationality he pulled the plug on your fancy woman arse is because you were fucking his brother. Now that 's not very nice Heather. That 's not very nice at all'

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

The third boy walked around heather mixture menacingly and picked up the video recording tv camera and switched it on.

'I want to exit 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 fancy woman you 'll be treated like one. Open you mouth'She resisted 'OPEN YOUR MOUTH'she did and he spat directly into it.

'Have a bout Joel'

And both of them took turns spitting into the slattern mouth. Big wods of spitting clogging up her pharynx. By this point in time Scots heather was inconsolable.

'kneel slut'she did as she was told immeidiately


Dosge began to unbuckle his smash and pulled down his pants. Joel followed courtship. They pulled out their prick and looked at her.

'You thirsty cunt ? You better be'

And then they started to piss on her typeface. Two watercourse of chickenhearted liquid flying towards her. It went in her mouth and it tasted atrocious so she spat it out but she got a clout in the facial expression from contrivance

'Swallow it !'

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

'This is what sluts like you get when you fuck about our fellow'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 Holy Scripture. She did n't care. She was more rick 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 hand down her drawers and had begin to play with herself

One Logos was all Heather needed. She quickly took Dodges shaft in her mouth and began suck furiously. Using all the proficiency shed learnt over the years on this bully dick. She wanted him to cum quickly.

While she was sucking dodge dick, Book of Joel went round the former side 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 dirty fucking twat whores wet. She 's loving it !'

And with that he shoved his 7inch hawkshaw in that slit and started to have it away her brutally, slamming into her in prison term with scheme 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 terminal, scheme stared to find himself cumming so he pulled out.

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

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

'What the fuck !'he startled



Cara was in deep squat




What happens succeeding ? You decide .