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News Report On Revenge Glacier12 x Alvis Alendran

She opened up her eyes again as his hand slid around her body. She gritted her teeth and clutched the blankets tighter "I told you...don't call me babe or baby." She said and flinched a bit when he bit her shoulder. She shivered a bit as she felt his cock move down her back a bit might as well get it over with she thought to herself and swallowed hard. She relaxed her body and closed her eyes, after resting from last night's events her body was sore and she really didn't want to do anything except sleep today.
 
"Whatever you say babe." Cain drawled out. A hand slid down her body, pulling her legs open, and he slid down. His cock brushed her sex, and even he could tell from the contact that they weren't going to be able to use her as heavily as they might like to today. She'd need a bit mroe time to recover before they could use her like a fuck toy. That being said...he slid himself up, sheathing his cock inside of her in a single, smooth stroke. He pulled her tight to his chest, and sighed in contentment at the moment, before he started to work his hips.

He was slower than they had been last night, drawing it out a little more. The way she hadn't been fighting back so far told him that he could afford to be a little more reserved with her, and not just go wild. Besides, the last thing he needed was to get too rough too son and spoil it for the other guys. To say that they'd be pissed was an understatement. He ground into her every few stroke, pressing their bodies together, while both of his hands went to her breasts, squeezing, handling, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Early in the morning, Cain wasn't at his best, and wouldn't last too long buried inside of her. And he was okay with that.
 
She rolled her eyes when he called her babe again and she tilted her head away from him a bit, moving her leg for him and biting down on her lip at the little bit of contact. Emily sucked in a breath as of pushed himself into her with no struggle at all, she pulled the blankets with her as he pulled her to his chest before exhaling as soon as he moved. She was glad he wasn't being rough like he was last night. This time though she didn't try and hide her moans. Emily rotated her hips against his every time he pushed in, her legs spreading a bit more for him. She released the blankets and gripped them again in a steady motion, every time he would push into her she would grip them tightly.
 
Cain was starting to pant, finding this whole moment a damned fine way to start off his day. Nothing better than a good lay. And Emily seemed to have made some real peace with what was happening to her, since she was putting some nice effort into it at this point. And didn't go unnoticed by his body. He felt himself starting to swell inside of her slightly, but knew that if they weren't just shooting her, then he might want to work on his approach. After all, they didn't know if she was on anything to stop her from getting knocked up. And while Pat might like women like that, the rest of them weren't as keen on it.

Cain shifted, rolling her onto her back, adn getting over her so that he could finish things properly. He leaned down to bite down on her neck lightly, his teeth scraping along her skin, before grinding into her just a little bit more firmly, loving the feel of the two of them in contact with one another. A hand brushed along her clit for a moment, before he felt himself starting to cum. he pulled out of her, and released his load onto her stomach. He smiled down at her.
"Good start to the day. Get some more sleep. Somebody will come get you when there's something to eat." He told her, stepping off of the bed, and pulling his pants on. He left her there, heading to the main room.
 
Emily looked up at him finally as he rolled her over onto her back and bit her neck lightly. Emily arched her back as she moaned every time he pushed in. She knew he was getting closer to cumming as he got just a bit rougher with her but as soon as he touched her clit she gasped and bucked her hips back against him once before her body gripped at his cock as she came nearly at the same time as him. She was glad though when he pulled out a came on her stomach.

Emily looked up at him, panting slightly and didn't say a word but meekly nodded and watched him leave before she stayed were she was for a few moments before sitting up to find something wipe her stomach off with. When she could find anything Emily used the outside of the blankets before curling back up and closing her eyes and falling asleep again.
 
Cain and the others relaxed inthe main room, watching TV, passing the time. Darien and Derrick came int he front door much later on with a load of things. The others went out to the van without comment, and brought thigns in. There was food, drinks, everything they would need to live in this place for a while. And there was a bag filled with clothes. If you could call them that. But they imagined that Emily might not be too picky, seeing that the alternative was being naked.
"Pat. GO wake her up. She's been out for for, what, six hours since Cain got up?" Darien asked.
"Eight. Seh's slept most of the day away." Cain corrected.
"Well then. Get her out here. She'll need to eat something soon." Darien waved Pat on, who sauntered down the hall, and opened the door tot eh room she was in.

With her still in the bed, Pat took the chance to strip down. After all, they'd not told him how to wake her, or to be quick about it. He slipped under the blankets with her, and simply grabbed onto her, and rolled her onto her stomach, not showing a lot of subtlety.
"Wakey wakey. There's food for you after we're done." Pat declared, pulling her hips up off of the bed to get her ready for him. He rubbed the head of his cock against her, sliding it up hgiher to go across her ass a few times, not sure where he was going just yet.
 
Emily didn't even move or make a noise when Par climbed into the bed but when he rolled her over and pulled her hips up she let out a small groan "what?" She mumbled, not even aware what was going on. She clutched the pillow and buried her face into it to try and go back to sleep with a sigh, her body trying to lay back down flat again. Even in her mostly-asleep-state Emily's body was aware of the attention and was starting to get wet, her body was obviously sensitive from last night so every little touch, poke, or pull was like electricity through her.
 
Pat shook his head. SO she wasn't really waking up too much. That didn't bother him at all really. he'd done a woman in her sleep more than once. It had been fun too. But he had a thought that he might know a good way to wake her up. He used his fingers to gather up some of the moisture that she was giving off, and spread it higher, giving himself a bit of lube for his action. He set himself, adn blew out a breath, pressing his cock into her ass in a slow, even stroke. He kept his hands on her hips, keeping her locked onto him, and smiled down at her.

"Awake yet?" He asked her with a barely restrained chuckle, his hips starting to move, working himself in and out of her ass. Gods, this was a great way to wake a woman up.
 
As Pat began to push into her her face twisted with discomfort before her eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times and heard someone say something, she groggily looked over her shoulder right at Pat before her whole face turned red "w-what the hell?!" She squeaked before he began to move his hips. She turned her head and placed it back on the pillow as she close a her eyes, a quiet moan slipping out as she slowly reached one hand back to rub her clit. Every now and then she would move her hips in a circular motion and moan a bit louder.
 
Pat laughed aloud as she started to work on herself. The sounds she was making was turning him on more, and he had to admit that she was doing a damned good job of helping him along. His endurance was still low, and he knew that he was not going to last long like this. He licked two fingers, and moved his hand to slide them inside of her sex, adding just that much more stimulation to her experience. He picked up his pace a little still not overly rough, but certainly consistant and steady.
"You are going to fucking love staying with us here!" Pat announced, feeling hmself come up on his finish, and pushed his hips against her ass, cumming inside of ehr, while moving his hand rapidly to work on her. He didn't pull out of her until he felt her get off.

He slid out of her ass with a sigh, and went to get dressed again.
"Now get up. There's food you need to eat. And I think someone has something you can wear too." He informed her. If you're not out in ten minutes, Darien is going to be pissed, adn that won't go well for you." Pat warned her, heading out of the room.
 
It wasn't that much longer after Pat that she came to with a loud moan. When he pulled out she gently slumped down and looked over at him from her bangs, now she really didn't want to get up. Emily sighed softly and sat up a bit and stretched her arms over her head, maybe this wouldn't be so bad? She popped her back before standing up on slightly wobbly legs and opened up the door and walked to the main room with her arms over her chest and her eyes to the floor. Even in this type of situation a girl could still be subconscious.

As she enter the room she stayed by the hall, she was more interested in the clothes than she was with the food at the moment though that was next on her mental list of must gets.
 
Darien looked up as Emily emerged not long after Pat. Pat, who looked smug as could be. Of course he'd been 'creative' with his wake up call. Darien had expected that. It would keep Pat happy for a little, and also let him think he was just so clever for doing something that Dairne hadn't thought of. Keeping people like that in line was easy enough.
"Well well, look who's up boys." Darien announced. All eyes in the room turned to the coming woman, and all of them leered at the bared flesh openly.

"Well, here's how things are going to work Emily. You're going to need food. And I imagine you don't want to be naked all the time. So. You want the food and clothes? You come over here, and suck off..." He stopped as Derrick put a hand on his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows. Darien nodded. "...Derrick. You blow the big man, and you get fed and clothed. Got it?" He asked her. Derrick was in the process of undoing his pants, and getting himself out. The thought of what she was about to do had him partly hard, and even then he was nine inches long. He grinned at her.
 
Emily lifted her brown gaze to Darien and Derrick then back down quickly, for a brief second she considered just saying fuck it and going back to the room but then also thought it wouldn't be so smart to be naked in a house with six guys. Emily's face was still red from her brief time with Pat but it just would have gotten red again anyways as she made her way over to Derrick. Just looking at his semi-hard cock she knew this was going to be next to impossible. With no other option Emily got down on her knees.

Emily began to gently stroke him for a moment before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his head, her tongue swirling around it for a moment before she began to bob her head I a steady rhythm; going down as far as she couldn't without choking herself which was only about two and a half inches.
 
Derrick smiled as she got her tongue going around his cock, her hand nursing him to proper hardness. It was a true monster, and he sighed, shaking his head as she took as much of his as she could. At her current state, she'd only taken a small amount in, leaving more than ten inches out. And that...was not going to cut it. He let her work on him a little more before he moved his hadns down to her face, almost engulfing her head in his hands. He pushed her farther down on his cock, pausing a moment, and letting her come back off of it a moment before he spoke.
"Deep breath now. And relax your throat." He told her. Without waiting to see how well she took his advice, he counted to two, and then pushed her farther onto his cock.

He felt himself reach her throat, and then kept pushing. His cock was steadily vanishing into her mouth, inch after inch, and he groaned at the feeling her got. He knew that it was going to be hard on her, that he'd have to make long strokes to give her the chance to breathe, but in the mean time, it felt utterly amazing.
 
Emily blinked a few times and looked up at him as he placed his hands on her head. She furrowed her eye brows together and stifled a cough as he pushed a bit more of his cock into her. When she pulled back she took a deep breath and looked up as he spoke and had just breathed in when he forced even more into her. Her back arched as she gagged, tears pricking her eyes and her face beginning to grow red as he kept going. She coughed hard and tried pulling back against his hands to move away completely, her hands balling up into fists and weakly hitting at his waist. Emily breathed out through her nose hard but she wasn't able to breath in.
 
Derrick sighed, loving the feel of her throat around him. He drew her back, far enough that she could draw a short breath, before pushing back into her. He repeat the gesture, widening his eyes as though expecting her to get the hang of it. He wasn't sure how she was going to adapt to this life if she couldn't figure it out quickly. After all, he knew that Cain and Barry were likely to throat fuck her like this while doing her from the other end as well. Regardless, this much throat penetration was doing wonders for Derrick, and he felt himself starting to groan after a few minutes of work. He pressed himself into her throat again, and groaned out as he came straight down her. He held her there a moment, making sure he'd been milked clean, before drawing out of her, and stepping back.

Darien nodded.
"Nice. Nicely done. Here's food." He slid a plate toward the edge of the counter. It was a decent looking breakfast of an omlette of some kind. "And clothes." He pushed a small pile of black silk at her. It looked like very little more than a silky little night dress that would be just long enough to cover what needed to be covered. CLothes it might be, but certainly nothing terribly covering.
 
Hey vision began to get spotted as she was forced to keep sucking him without much air. When he pulled back to let her get air she breathed in as fast as she could before gagging again as he pushed himself down her throat again. Emily obviously had no choice but to relax as best as she could as he came. When he finally stepped away from her she fell back onto her butt and gasped heavily and coughed. She sat there with her head in her hands for a moment as she caught her breath, her face getting it's color back and her vision returning. She wiped at her eyes and coughed once more before looking over to the silk.

Whether it was thin or not or covered a lot or not didn't matter to her. It gave her a feeling of being covered that's what she cared about. While still sitting on the floor she slipped on the silk dress then got up to eat. She stared at the omelet for a moment "what's in it?" She asked, she had to be careful since she was allergic to dairy.
 
Darien had to admit, the silk looked good on her. It hung in all the right places. Frankly, her naked wa a nice view to have, but she certainly looked incredibly fuckable like this. There was a though of just bending her over the counter right then, adn fucking her blind. But he also knew she would likely need a little bit of the kid gloves for a little while. Get her healed up from the rather savage round that she'd been on the receiving end of. This...was new ground for the gang. They'd raped more women than he could count. almost all of them on orders from Gideon. But they'd never taken one home with them. Darien looked at James.

"What's in the omlette?" He asked.
"Eggs. Bacon. Ham." James said calmly. Darien stared at him.
"Seriously? You make an omlette and just put bits of meat in it?"
"FUck you too Darien. I'm not a God Damned cook."
"Of that I'm fucking positive." James glared, but didn't hold it for long. "There you have it. Dig in, and then we can talk about how things are going to work around here."
 
A ghost of a whisper appeared on Emily's lips when she heard James' answer "Thats perfect actually, thank you." She whispered and sat down at the counter before she began to eat. It wasn't long before all of the omelette was gone. Emily set down the fork on the plate and looked over at James "it was good." She murmured quietly before turning to face Darien figuring since he seemed to be in charge Emily figured he would be the one to explain everything to her.
 
Darien was a patient man when he needed to be, adn he honestly felt that he needed to be at the moment. He knew that if Gideon knew they'd brought her back here, now that she knew who he was, adn that he was in charge, Gideon would likely be very creative in punshing the gang. They might not survive it, and if they did, they might wish he'd just shot them. But right then, he was just giving a light smile as he looked at the woman in front of him. This was not something easily walked away from. SHooting her on the docks would have been a complete waste of potential. Especially when she was getting to the point of accepting the sexual abuse they gave her. That was a gift in and of it self.

"Things around here are going to be pretty simple Emily. You belong to all the men in this room. You will eat what we give you, wear what we give you, and fuck who we tell you, when we tell you to. The better you do, the better things will be for you. Better food, clothes, better terms. The worse you do...well, let's just say that the little party down on the docks can seem like a vacation to what we can do when we're annoyed. So is that in any way unclear, and are there any questions?" Darien asked her, raising an eyebrow.
 
Emily sat there in silence, she knew there was no escaping six big men so she knew that the best thing she could do was try her hardest to accept it. She rubbed her forehead for a moment and cast her eyes to the side "No..." She said with a small frown and then picked up her gaze to look at Darien "But I can't eat dairy...my throat will close up." She said as a heads up. She rubbed her arms a bit almost like she was trying to cover her chest a bit more than just the thin silk dress though she really did like the dress though she felt as if it was something a woman should wear for someone she loved not in a situation like this.
 
"Right, no dairy. James, make a note of that." Darien said idly.
"Fuck you too Darien." James replied, but did nod at Emily, acknowledging her requirement.
"I get that you're probably still a little...wrecked from yesterday, so you'll get a little more time of. When you're not eating or fucking, you've got the run of the house. TV, showers,...aint there a hot tub in the basement?"
"Yeah, good one too. Can fix twelve people in it." Pat confirmed.
"Great, so yeah. It's gettin' late in the day, so you'll have until tomorrow morning before we start puttin' demands on you. So until then, you can sleep, if you want to eat more, you can make a deal with James there or make it yourself. Shower if you like. If you want to get fucked, well, pretty sure there'll be someone around here to oblige you there." There was a course of chuckles at the last.

This was going better than Darien had expected. Maybe she really had been broken down by all that had happened. She'd certainly moan like she was enjoying it all, adn had gotten off more than once too. Maybe some part of her just wanted the feelings to keep coming. They would find out in the coming days.
 
"Alright." Emily said and got up from the chair and picked up her plate, putting it in the dishwasher before going down the hall to find the bathroom and shut the door behind her and locked it just to be safe. She stripped down and turned on the water until it was nice and warm before getting in. Emily's whole body relaxed in the water before she began to wash her body and hair.

When she was done she turned off the water and stepped out, drying off her body with a towel and pulling the night dress back on, she unlocked the door and walked out as she dried her hair, heading back to the room she had waken up in. Emily wrapped the towel over her shoulders and pulled off the blankets deciding now would be a good time to wash the sheets. Emily walked out of the room with the sheets bundled in her arms "Where's the washing machine?" She asked as she walked into the living room.
 
The sound of the water pouring from the bathroom had Barry shifting.
"You sure I can't go in there and help her?" He asked. Darien nodded.
"Damn sure. She get's until the morning. If we get too wild and hurt her, I want her mostly healed before we get back to hard fuckin' her. I want this bitch to last awhile. Besides, I think she's going to be spending a lot of time in the shower while she's here." He told Barry firmly.
"Dibs ont he shower then. I like 'em all wet." Darien just rolled his eyes. Some fucking people.

Darien looked to Derrick, who'd been here before, and knew the layout btter.
"Basement. Opposite side from the hot tub. Small laundry room, should be hard to miss." The big man explained. Derrick was checking messages on his phone as he spoke.
 
"Thanks." She said and headed down stairs and spotted the hot tub easily. She looked around for a minute before finding the laundry room and forcing the sheets into the machine. She pour a bit of the laundry detergent in it before turning it on and heading upstairs but pausing half way. For a moment she was about to panic but stopped, her hand rested on her arm. Emily had forgotten that she didn't have to take the pill anymore since she got the rod that goes in your arm and lasts for a good two or three years. Emily exhaled and headed back upstairs and walked into the kitchen. She rummaged around before finding the cups and getting some water then going back to the room. She felt isolated, she wished she had her phone with her and didn't even think to see if they had her purse which had her phone in it.
 
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