News Report On Revenge Glacier12 x Alvis Alendran

"So..." James started. "...who gets her in the morning?" The men all perked up, looking forward to that part of the experience.
"I do." Darien said calmly.
"What, we aint drawin' for it?"
"No. She'll be open season tomorrow, remember? So I'm starting her off when she gets up. After that you guys can feed her and fuck her all you want. If she's good, we got a whole whack of clothes that'll be fun to see her in. Pick somethin' out and offer her that. Otherwise...have fun guys." They all chuckled, adn settled into the room. The TV came back on, adn they just started passing the time. Darien would make them men of their word for the rest of the night. The only way Emily was going to end up with anything sexual happening to her would be if she started somehting.

Emily couldn't express how glad she was to be getting the rest of the day to rest, when she walked she could feel how sore she was. She laid down on the bed and set the cup down before laying down and going back to sleep, she didn't need a blanket really cause she wasn't that cold.

The next day Emily woke up around six feel much better, it didn't feel weird when she moved her legs and she could stand without feeling like her legs would give out. With a groggy yawn Emily picked up her cup of water from last night and took a sip before heading out to the kitchen forgetting that starting today she was pretty much free game. Emily stood at the counter rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Darien, not wanting to sleep somewhere without a sheet or blanket, simply crashed on the couch that night. WHen he came to, it was because someone was in the room, moving around before the rest of the gang usually roused themselves. Sure enough, it was Emily, moving around in the kitchen. He tracked her movements, seeing that despite her not reacting to the strange surroundings, she wasn't looking like she was completely with it either. Just waking up tended to do that to a person. He felt a surge of anticipatory adrenaline. He smiled, adn stood up quietly, padding across the floor to the kitchen.

Darien walked up behind Emily, and put his hands on her shoulders, a smile on his face that had nothing to do with mirth.
"Ready for your first day then?" He asked her quietly, his voice barely above a murmer. He slid his hadns back, one of them going to her back, between ehr shoulders, adn pushed her forward, aiming ot bend her over the counter, while the other slid under her night dress, moving up her inner thigh, and rubbing along her sex. There was not going to be a lot of foreplay, but then, there never really was with Darien.

Emily was just about to turn around when she felt hands on her shoulders. she didn't tense up she just simply froze to the spot. "I-I guess." She whispered like she had a choice. Emily let out a breath of air as she was pushed over the counte. She but down on her lip and dropped her head a bit, her hands turning to fists as she waited. Emily honestly didn't expect any foreplay at all really. She spread her legs apart a bit for him and looked down at the counter to keep from looking over her shoulder at him.

"Good, good. The sooner you get used to us, the easier it is for you." Darien said calmly. He watched as she spread her legs apart slightly, helping him out as he opened his pants, adn let them fall. His heart picked up in pace, finding the thought of opening his day by fucking her in that silk, over the counter just delectable. With a smile he started to push up into her slowly. He liked taking his time on the entry, getting a good feel of each and every inch sliding into her, the hot, wet folds of her enveloping him. He was also glad glad that the fucking that she'd taken hadn't loosened her up too much. She was still a nice tight fit on him.

Darien smiled as he slammed his hips up, hitting into her hard enough that each thrust lift her off the floor slightly, raising her feet to the balls. A hand went into her hair, holding it tightly, fingers threading through it, and keeping her reasonably stable. he groaned as he kept at her, making it steady, but not wild, enjoying the moment.

She could feel every inch of him sliding into her, her eyes slowly closing for a moment as her whole body relaxed. He wasn't as big as Derrick but boy did he fill her up. Already Emily was nice and wet and they had just started. Even if she wouldn't actually admit it she really was starting to enjoy being fucked.

As Darien started to thrust into her and her body moved forward every time her hips would touch the cold counter from his deep thrusts. She curled her fingers into fists and tilted her head back slightly as he held onto her hair. It wasn't long before she was moaning and pushing back every time he thrusted which helped her body not move as much and add more pleasure. Occasionally she would tense up her body so that her inner walls would squeeze at his cock as if she where teasing him but she would do it every now and then so it wasn't a steady rhythm.

Darien blew out a sigh, loving the feel of her. There seemed to be an almost random spasm in her, a way that enhanced the feeling enormously. He ground ito her, trying a few difffernt approaches to his work, seeing if it was a reaction to a certain angle of stimulation. He wasn't having much luck, but he had to admit that he enjoyed the experience of trying to find it. After all, it was more enjoyable than just random fucking this way.

A few more heavy thrusts, and he could feel himself starting to tense, another of those random clenches coming at exactly the right moment as he thrust into her. He groaned in pleasure, holding himself tight to her,and cumming inside of her in a shuddering release. He held himself inside of her a for a few more moments, just enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him. The beginnings of a plot began to form in his mind, but he set it aside for now. He needed to keep focused.
"Great way to start off the day. Thanks Em. We'll be in touch." He said smoothly, pulling out of her, and slapping her ass. Darien moved away, whistling.

As Emily moaned a bit louder as she got closer to her own climax but Darien beat her too it. She picked up her head a bit as he pulled out and hit her ass before walking away. She groaned softly and dropped her head to the counter for a moment before standing up straight, when she did she could feel his cum running down her inner thighs. She had been so close to her own release. Emily ran a shaky hand through her hair before heading back down the hall to go clean up.

Darien walked down the halls himself, wanting to check on some of the thigns that he had dropped in a room. He found James on the floor, running his knife over a whetstone, honing the edge to a more effective lethal edge. James loved that knife, adn Darien had seen him do some pretty terrible things with it. Dairne went to a duffel without speaking, checking it for what he wanted. He found the small revolver within, and checked it. He might be going out later, adn he wasn't the most popular man around. Even with Gideon behind him, someone might think he was a decent target.
"Where is she?" James asked.
"Dunno. Fucked her in the kitchen." Darien responded.
"Think she might shower?"
"Might. Left a mess in her after all."
"I'll fuck her right there if she does."
"Knock yourself out." James smiled, and stowed his knife. He went over near the door, and simply waited, listening.

Emily was unaware about James outside of the bathroom and hadn't thought about locking the door that time. She stripped down and turned on the warm water before stepping in just like the night before. She stretched her arms over her head and turned the heat up just a bit more, to where it fogged up the glass in the bathroom. She closed her eyes and leaned forward a bit, her forehead resting on the wall and her hands running all over her body as she washed her self off. Emily's fingers lingered on her inner thighs for a moment before she sighed, pushing one of her fingers into her entrance. She had been so close when Darien fucked her and she could still feel her stomach doing flips as she stayed on the edge of climax.

The sound of the water flowing made James smile. He looked back at Darien who seemed intent on the revolver. James disrobed, stripping down completely, and then leaving the room, the thought off what was about to happen bringing him to full attention. He saw Pat emerging from his room, and lok at James in confusion, before James quietly opened the bathroom, and slipped in. The shower was fogged well, adn he couldn't make out too much of what was happening within, but he saw that Emily seemed to be looking to find a finish for herself. Darien rarely did linger enough to make sure a woman was satisfied. Not that he was much better most of the time. But she'd clearly started cleaning herself up, and that was enough for him.

He popped the shower open, and stepped into it with her, hands going to her sides, before one moved down her body to touch her hand.
"I think I might have a better solution for you." He whispered to her, hand going to her shoulder, and turning her to face him. He had a bit of a smug smile on his face, knowing that if she was prepared to finish herself off, she'd likely have little to no trouble accepting a more...assisted method.

Emily felt a sudden cold chill down her back when he opened the shower but she didn't think anything of it other than the water. Her body jerked when James' hands touched her but for a second she didn't open her eyes until his hand was on her and he had turned her away. She closed her eyes tightly before removing her hand, her legs still spread a bit "Please." She whimpered but couldn't bring herself to look at him. Her fingers tapped at the wall as she kept herself from fidgeting, she needed something big inside of her and her fingers weren't good enough now. She bit down on her lip before opening her eyes but keeping them on his chest to keep from looking to far up or to far down.

"Ooo, I like it when ya beg for it." James drawled out quietly, his hands pushed her back into the wall, keeping her against it. He waited until her eyes opened before he stepped up to her, and half crouched, getting low enough that he could spear up inside of her body. His grin was wide and pleased with himself. Keeping her back to the wall, he started working on her, plunging up into her fast and hard, the water hot an pouring over them both. It was a very different experience than what they'd done before, and James had to admit that it was a...stimulating experience to say the least.

His actions were just short of violent, rough and ready, filled with an abundance of enthusiasm and lust. He was absolutely sure that anyone who was awake at this point knew what was going on in here, his thrusts pushing her into the wall with a repetitive thump. Oh, to have their own little sex toy. It was a wonderful addition to their lives.

Emily blushed hard at his words and took a few steps back as he pushed her to the wall. Her hands pressed up against it and she watched as he lowered himself just right before thrusting into her without any warning. She let out a loud moan as soon as he did, her eyes fluttering closed once again. She tilted her head back with a small gasp as he got a rough rhythm going. Every time he thrusted into her she would moan, about the sixth or seventh time though she fell silent as her body began to tense up around his cock. Emily bit her lip hard as she came with a sharp exhale, now she was pretty glad she had James here to help her out instead of just her own hand. Emily made sure that every time he pushed her against the wall with a thrust that her head didn't hit it too.

James groaned, feeling her climax around his cock, and the feeling sent shivers down his spine. He knew that if he put some more effort into the act, he could probably get off in short order, be done. But he had the thought in his mind that Emily was likely feeling a touch...sensitive so soon after her climax. And he would have the bragging rights as the first one to get her off twice in one go.

He leaned down to run his tongue along her wet skin, teeth nipping along her skin, her breast, her nipple. One hand went between them, adn began to rather vigouously massage her clit, trying to push her over the edge as fast as he could. All the while he continued to pound into her, his pace starting to quicken.

Emily was already starting to pant but she was still moaning. She gasped softly and opened up her eyes when she felt him start to bite and lick her skin. Her nails scraped the wall for a second before they drifted to his shoulders, but she didn't push him away. Her fingers curled as he started to rub her clit, her legs nearly giving out on her but she managed to stay up with the help of the wall and him, she scratched his shoulders as she did though. She pressed her back to the wall hard as she moaned louder, already getting close to climax again "F-Fuck." She groaned as her nails scratched at his shoulders yet again

Jaems grinned, enjoying the way she started to calw at his shoulders, the sensations clearly driving her a little more over the edge than she was used to. But the way she was moving made it clear that she was getting close, adn fast. WHich was good because he was right behind her, the feel of this little fuck session turning him on more than he was used to. Emily was certainly showing some skill in this department. He heard her stuttered word, and smiled.

"Fuck...that I can promise you. You'll never be left wanting in that department." He told her, leaning up to bite the side of her neck, tasting the skin, water, and a faint trace of sweat that was steadily washed away in the shower. He ground his hips a few times, pressed just a little harder on her clit, and on an impulse leaned up to actually kiss Emily while his hips began moving faster than before, pumping ehr relentlessly, and he could feel himself coming up fast on his release, trying to hold it back until she had her second.

Emily could feel his teeth on her neck but she didn't seem to register. She almost let out a scream this time as she came again, she was cut off though as his lips hit hers but she didn't resist, instead she kissed him back. Her eyes squeezed shut as he began to pick up the pace, there was no way she would be able to stand after this. Emily had obviously given herself over to the pleasure that she felt with these men, there was no trace of any resistance since they brought her here and she didn't try to hide her moans like she had at the docks. While occasionally her mind would go to her fiancée she couldn't bring herself to worry, at least, not at the moment she couldn't.

Feeling her getting lost in the moment with him was enough for James, feeling her contract around his cock for the second time, he left himself buried inside of her as he came. He breathed a sigh, lips still on hers before backing off slowly. He was nice about this as he slid out of her, and lowered her to the floor of the shower rather than just dropping her. He smiled down at her, and winked.
"Plenty more where that came from. If you like, when you're done in here, I'll even give you something else to wear. Come see me in the living room." He told her, adn stepped out of the shower.

Jaems spent a moment getting most of the water off of himself with a towel, and set out another one for Emily to make use of. He lef the washroom, getting some pants on, and then heading to the stack of clothes that had been picked out for her by Darien adn Derrick. He found a pair of shorts, ones that looked like they'd fit reasonably well, and set them down. It would really show her legs off with these. He found a tank top, and smiled. Dark blue, it looked like it would be a size or two small, fitting tightly to her, and would likely ride up slightly, showing some midriff. Which made it perfect to Jaems. He took the two articles of clothing, adn plopped down on the couch.

Her eyes slowly flicked open as he pulled away from her after cumming. She let out a soft exhale as he pulled out and gently put her to the floor. Emily couldn't help but smile when he winked at her "Thank you." She said softly and closed her eyes for a bit, letting the warmth of the water help sooth her legs before standing back up slowly to wash herself off yet again then turn off the water. She ran a hand through her hair and stepped out, picking up the towel he had put out for her. She wiped off most of the water before wrapping it around herself and stepping out of the shower, where it was much colder. She froze for a second before shivering and walking to the living room to find James on the couch.

She walked over to him and leaned over the back, pointing to the shorts and tank top "I'm guessing that's for me." She said and picked up the shirt to look at it, she really liked dark blue. "You know it's really uncomfortable to wear any kind of pants without panties." She pointed out as she turned her gaze to him with a small smile. Out of all six James was the easiest for her to remember, which would probably be because he was the first person to ever fuck her ass.

James looked up at her as she spoke. He did have to admit that she was probably right. Freeballing wasn't one of his favourite ways to try and wear clothes, adn with the frequency of her getting fucked, she was likely more sensitive than most.
"I'll take your word for it. But I didn't do the shopping. That'd be Darien adn Derrick, and they didn't seem to think you'd need any. Nothing in the suppiles. You can ask 'em to pick something up for you. But in the meantime, I can be reasonable." James admit, adn stood up. He walked past her, slapping her ass through the towel on the way by, and checked intot he supplies, coming back with a rather...short...skirt. It would cover what it was supposed to, but not by much, and if she bent over, anyone behind her would be getting a pretty good view. "You can trade in the shorts for now if you like."

Emily couldn't help but smile a bit more when he responded, she had almost expected him to be an asshole to her so she was really happy when he was actually nice "Thanks for that advice, I'll have to do that later." She said and stood up straight as he got up and walked past her, slapping her butt on the way. She blushed and bit back a giggle and picked up the shorts when he came back with a skirt "Yeah That'd be nice." She said and handed him the shorts and took the skirt from him.

Emily undid the towel and pulled the tank top down over her head and pulled up the skirt, they actually went pretty well together and the tank top showed off her flat belly perfectly. She instinctively ran a hand down her exposed stomach before crouching and picking up the towel to wrap it over her shoulders to keep her wet hair from soaking the tank "It's cute. Thanks again James." She said with a smile before taking a seat on the couch, if she was going to be stuck here for god-knows-how-long then she might as well get comfortable.

James moved over to the kitchen, noting that Emily was starting to settle herself in. It was good that she should take some time to herself while she could. Gods knew that they weren't going to give her too many of those. The living room had a large TV on one wall, with a coffee table in the middle of a square of sofas, with a few small openings to let people get in and out of it. It could seat probably a dozen people in the area comfortably. James had the image of the gang all sitting down, and passing Emily around to blow all of them when they watched the game in a few nights. Might be a nice way to liven up the moment. James started cooking, something simple, a sandwich, remembering to hold off on cheese. Emily would need to eat, and he was need to do the same. Fried sandwiches were always a good option.

Pat emerged into the living room, lookingat James seeming smug in the kitchen, and Emily sitting on the couch, now dressed. He had to admit she rocked the outfit pretty damned well. He'd like her in the silk, but this was good too. He grit his teeth, knowing that James had fucked her not a few minutes before. Too soon. He'd give it a little time, let things simmer down, and then he wanted to get a good piece of her. He walked past her with a leer, and grabbed up the TV remote, tossing it to land beside her as he moved to the kitchen.

As Emily flipped through the channels she noticed it started to smell like food, making her stomach growl. She closed her eyes a bit and turned "that smells good!" She called and noticed Pat walking past her. Her smile faded a bit when she noticed his look, and turned back around quickly. She wasn't sure why but Pat gave her a weird feeling, and it wasn't a good one. After settling on Wicked Tuna she leaned her head back on the couch, she wasn't tired at all and surprisingly her legs didn't hurt like she expected, in fact, she felt great! Never in her life had she ever had sex like she had the days before or even a few minutes ago, it was like a fantasy come true.

Pat sidled up to the counter, looking at the sandwhiches that were being made. James was making a dozen of them, the amount of work actually not much more once you made an assembly line out of them. There were two of them specifically set aside that were not getting any cheese, which just felt wrong to James. Cheese was noe of the ways that you could really make a sandwich work! But having your throat shut down would be...a bit of a downside, and no sandwich was worth that.
"So...good morning for you then? Even with Darien's leftovers?" Pat asked quietly.
"Yeah, he left me some good ones. It's pretty hot watching her get off twice in one session." James repleid just as quietly, and with a very blunt and casual manner. Pat froze.
"Twice? Bullshit."
"Couldn't even stand when I was done with her." Pat set his jaw, and looked on as James finished up the sandwiches for her, and lifted the plate they were on.
"I got this." Pat walked away from Jaems, adn teh other man smiled. Pat was always so easy a mark.

Pat stopped close to EMily, and held the plate.
"Got your food. But you're going to have to do what I tell ya to if you want it." He said calmly, a part of him bristling from the way James brushed him aside. Pat was lucky to be inside a woman when she came once, let alone twice. And that had been a bothersome thing to him. But now he was going to do things right, his way. He had some talents that James could never match. "Lean back, and open your legs." Pat ordered, setting the plate on the coffee table.