News Report On Revenge Glacier12 x Alvis Alendran

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It had been almost a year since Emily DelFarra had last gone out to the field to do a news report. Last time her report had a huge impact on people in the area, she had, at the time, unknowingly, busted a large drug ring and the man in charge had been arrested and put to jail for a long long time. Just recently her boss came to her with a thin folder "You were able to bust that ring with ease, we need you to go check out the address here and see if there is another one." He said which puts Emily were she was now, at an empty loading dock.

"I can understand why there might be suspicion of a drug ring here." She murmured to herself and walked around for a moment, a notepad in hand as she wrote little details down, she had a small bag on her arm with a gun inside to protect herself in case she needed it.
 
THis was not the kind of place that a person wanted tofind themselves after darkness fell. And it was very steadily doing just that. Night came fast in the city this time of year, and the docks had an eerie quality about them. The docks had a rather harsh reputation. People going missing, murders, muggings...it had all gone down in this place. But the police knew that trying to sweep it clean was a fools errand, and did their level best to make sure that law abiding citizens stayed clear of them whenever possible. It was about all they could do, and they were vigilant about patrolling the outer edges, making sure the ones that caused trouble in the docks stayed there. They were largely successful.

The last of the gulls had gone to nest down for the night, and even the stray wharf cats had dissappeared. The night was clear, th moon lighting things up nicely. There had been word of a few people that would be willing ot talk to a reporter, but certainly nothing during the day, not when eyes were everywhere. It all had to be done quietly. Out of sight. One of the piers had an older looking man crouched on it, what looked like a small line of fishing line in the water, pausing every few moments to look around, as though he was expecting someone.
 
As the sky grew darker her eyes were able to remain well adjusted enough to make out shapes of other people such as the old man at the dock, but she couldn't tell he was old. She instinctively pulled out the gun from her purse but kept its safety on as she walked over towards him "excuse me sir were you the the man who said he would speak to me about activity in here?" She asked. She get close to him but she stood on the dock a bit.

A chill ran down Emily's back before she shivered and looked over her shoulder then back to the man, her finger resting on the safety switch. She knew it wasn't smart to stay here to long at night and she didn't want to die tonight or have anything else happen.
 
The older man turned his head to look at her with a tired, long suffering look in his eyes. Everything about him seemed to scream that this was a man who'd been in places like this for a long time, and seen a lot of things that a person should never have to see. He shifted his shoulders, tugging his line a little, making the bait move.
"Aye lass. That'd be me." He admitted quietly, looking at her as she had her gun in hand. "Yer a smart lass to be carryin' in this place, this time a' night." His voice rolled with a fairly present Irish accent, giving his words a bit more of an outlandish sound, but not illegibly at least.

"So yer here. I suppose tha' means ye be wantin' ta hear about all that's been goin' on down here. Drugs. Killin'. And worse than tha'." He admitted to her, his eyes tipping to the side, as though not fond of what he was about to talk about, but seeming ready to do it anyway.
 
Emily relaxed as he began to speak, how could someone like him be in such a horrible area as this? He seemed to be so kind "Yes sir I am." She said ignoring his comment about the gun. Putting the gun between her skirt and hip she pulled out her pen "I don't know if you remember or not but about a year ago a drug ring was busted downtown. Rumor has it that someone else working for the same man that Dillon, the man in jail was working for, has another drug ring here. Have you seen any proof of this rumor or maybe heard some things?" She asked as she walked over to him. If she could bust the drug ring and murders too there's no telling what could happen to this place! Maybe someone could actually come in and clean up the crap.
 
"Aye lass, DIllon used tae be about here often. Helped move incoming to the city proper. But he wasnae the big fish. Joost a player in the web. Come closer lass, and I'll tell ye what ye want to know. But you must swear on the bones of yer ancestors that ye'll not mention me in yer story. Have we an accord?" He extended his hand to her after finishing, seeming to want to seal the agreement with a handshake.

Quietly, carefully, there were things moving in the docks, around the piers. Shadows that moved sielntly around, eyes that watched the conversation unfold. Eyes that held no room for pity or mercy, eyes that only wanted to sate desires, adn to fulfill orders. And they were moving carefully closer.
 
Emily hesitated for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck before walking over to him and crouching down to shake his hand "I promise." She said with a kind smile. She stood up straight and smoothed out her skirt before speaking "do you know who is in charge of everything then?" She asked "or where he is usually at??" She asked as she tilted her head to the side. The hair on the back of her neck rose but she didn't think anything of it, just that it was a creepy place to be at night and that was it.
 
"Aye lass, I do. He's a man named Gideon. Gideon Caffal. He's a dangerous man who can call up a mess a' thugs to do his work fer him. Best be careful lass. Some of them are dead hard men. Muh like the six of 'em right behind ye." He fnished he statement by inclining his head slightly.

Sure enough a half dozen men had been creeping up slowly. At the old man's words, One of them swung a fist towards Emily, a heavy blow to her ribs meant ot send her to the ground. The old man seemed to not move as the violence seemed to begin to explode around him.
 
Emily frowned at his words slightly and quickly wrote down Gideons name when someone hit her ribs and instead of falling to the side and in the water she crumpled to the ground with a yelp. With shaky hands she pulled the gun away from her body but she couldn't sit up to see who had hit her. Emily lifted her gaze to the old man as if pleading for help before looking over her shoulder to see who had hit her. Her vision was blurry though from the tears that stung at her eyes.
 
Large, powerful hands clamped onto her upper arms, and half dragged her back to her feet. The old man was in the process of reeling in his fishing line, while the sound of hte men that had advanced on her all seemed to be shifting to chuckles. The old man stood up. His face had shifted. He still looked like a man who had seen too much. But now it looked as though he had seen and done too much.
"Ye'd best be lookin' elsewhere for help now lass. Ye're in the docks now. Gideon Caffal does run these docks. ANd he is a right 'ard bastard. Eh lads?" He asked the men around her.
"That's right sir. What do you want done with her Mr. Caffal?" One of the men asked. THe old man smiled.

"The lass has to pay fer what she did to Dillon. He was a good lad. And no one...I mean no one...crosses Gideon Caffal." The old man said with a shake of his head. "Make sure she isn't goin' tae cause me anymore trouble lads. But do make sure tae enjoy yer work." There was a host of chuckles from the men.
"Thank you sir. We'll take it from here." A man answered.
"Aye Darien. I've little doubt a' tha'." THe old man, now identified as Gideon, finished bringing in his line. Seems he'd caught a fish, and was looking at it as though he'd found dinner. He walked away from the scene, seeming to not have a care in the world.

The largest of the men had a hold of her arms, and he was a hulking brute. Over six feet tall, and build heavily with muscle, he was certainly not one to be taken lightly. None of his comrades seemed to be small, each of them looking like they'd been a part of more than their share of violence and hurt.
"Gonna be a helluva night." One of them said, and from the way the others looked at him, he seemed to be the apparent leader of this pack.
 
Emily finally blinked away the tears and dropped the notepad but kept a tight grip on the gun. Her knees buckled at the old mans words and if it wasn't for the man holding her arms she would have fallen again. With shaky breaths she shook her head frantically "it-it wasn't me! You have the wrong person." She said frantically, terrified as to what would happen to her. She pressed the safety button on the gun "let me go." She said and tilted her head back to look at the large man holding her.

Emily felt sick, she tried pulling herself from the mans hands not that it was much help, being only a mere 5'5 she seemed tiny compared to him and did her best to lift up the gun and point it towards Gideon. "I didn't do anything to Dillon! I-I can tell you the name of who busted him if you just let me go!" She begged frantically, her brown eyes shining with fear. He had seemed so innocent but now, all she could see was the evil in his eyes. "You don't have to kill me." She whispered thinking that's what they had in mind.
 
Gideon stopped walking as she called out her innocence. He sighed, adn hung his head a moment before reaching into his coat, and taking something out, and tossing it onto the ground in front of her. It was a badge, belonging to a detective. And it was covered in dried blood.
"Lass...that was sorted out a long time past. But ye...ye were tha one tha' ran the story. That put all the public attention on tha trial. Turned this city against the lad. The story wirtten by a Miss Emily DelFarra. Everyone else has been taken care of. Just ye left. The las' part of the clean up." He explained. "And Derrick?" He said to the big man holding her. "She be packin' Might want tae be seein' tae tha'"
"Yes sir." The man jerk her back towards him, and crashed his forehead into the back of her head.

Another came around to her side, clamping his hand down on the weapon, his finger going behind the trigger to make sure she didn't fire it, while wrenching on her wrist, twisting the gun free.
"We doin' this here, or back in the warehouse?" The leader asked them.
"Don' be wastin' yer time lad. Get this done wit', and let it be over." Gideon ordered, turning and walking away from them again.
"Yes sir." With that, he reached out and gripped the front of her top, and yanked on it, beginning to tear the material off of her. The other men all started ot crowd in closer, hands reaching out to rub along her legs, her sides, a few across her breasts, all of them eager for a feel.
 
Emily listened quietly, her body shaking slightly as her eyes stuck on the badge. She shook her head in denial "No way." She whispered and yelped as she was suddenly jerked back. "Wait-" She was cut off as he slammed his forehead against the back of hers. Her body doubled over in the pain and she squeezed her eyes shut but she still didn't release the gun, a groan slipping from her lips, obviously not in the state to struggle for the gun she released with out the man having to do to much prying.

She opened up one eye and looked what "W-What?" She asked shakily before feeling the cool night air on her hot chest "Stop." She whimpered and hung her head as the other men started to gather around "Please stop!!" She yelled as she tried to curl up and close off her body to the men, a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks as she continued to repeat stop.
 
All around her came the sound of laughter and anticipation. While the tearing went on until he'd reached her stomach.
"Put her on the ground big guy. Pat, grab her feet." The leader ordered. Derrick pulled her onto the pier, his hands shifting down her arms to her wrists, pinning them to the ground under one of his knees, freeing up his hands. A smaller man went for her legs, stretching them out, and laying her out to all of the men. Low chuckles came in. The leader pulled a knife from his pocket, and flicked it open. He pressed the blade to the side of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to get her attention.

He held it there a moment, before meeting her eyes. He looked at her, taking in the sense of fear, that she was only truly coming to realize how much trouble that she was in. He moved the knife down, and made a few swift cuts, shredding the remnant of her top, leaving her in just a bra from the waist up. He passed the knife off so someone could start cutting the clothes from her lower body, and began to squeeze her breasts, taking in the feel of them.
"Ah, we are going to have all kinds of fun with you tonight baby." He crooned.
 
As one of the men put her hands under his knees to free up his own hands she instinctively curled her fingers and dug her nails into him the best she could. She continued to beg for them to leg her go as her body squirmed on the dock, trying hard to close her legs off and for a moment she froze when she felt the cool metal of the blade and looked up to the leader. She watched him move the knife down and was afraid he would cut her too and turned her head away quickly but never felt the burning sensation of an open cut but instead found herself nearly naked at her chest.

As he passed the knife off so they could cut her skirt off and his large hands groped her breasts she cried out, curling her fingers again and squirming her body "Stop! Stop it!!" She yelled defiantly, shaking her head as if it would stop them.
 
Derrick made a face as she calwed at his leg. His jeans took the brunt of it, but it was hardly comfortable to him. He'd get over it. THe boss, Darien, seemed to be having quite a bit of fun with the situation. SHe started to thrash her head around, adn Darien timed his move. As she swung her head tot he right, it came into contact with his open palm, delivering a heavy slap. the sound carried pretty well in the night, but they were far into the docks. No one was coming for her. He slapped her again. And then again, all while the knife tore into her skirt, shredding the cloth until they could unfold it, exposing her more fully to the moonlight.

Darien has slapped her six times, before her reached back adn took the knife back. He slid the blade between her breasts, adn pulled up, sawing through the bra, and popping her breasts free into the night air. He nodded, and two men came in, each of them putting their mouth around one of her nipples, sucking on it, teeth teasing along it, working on her while Darien reached back to rub her sex through the panties.
"Stop? Lady, we aint even got started on you yet!" He announced.
 
Despite the situation she was surprised when his hand made contact with her cheek but it didnt hurt as bad as a full force slap would so it didn't stop her from squirming but it did stop her for a moment to take in what just happened. Slowly she came to a stop with squirming as he continued to slap her; her rather pale cheeks now a bright red and a slight hand print was visible. While most girls would have probably given up fully at this point knowing there was no point in struggling and just hoping that when they were done they would be done for good but Emily was engaged, she didn't want to have to go through this and then face her fiancee.

Emily lay still on the dock with her eyes squeezed shut as he cut at her bra before it was cut all the way and her nipples were exposed to the cool air for only a moment when they were both covered in warmth. Her eyes shot open to see the two men playing with her nipples, her entire face now red, not just her cheeks before her body jerked at the touch between her legs. She bit down hard on her lip as she tried closing her legs to get rid of his hand because despite her struggling she was starting to get wet.
 
Darien smiled, feeling the dampness starting to form under his hand. He gathered the panties in his fist, and pulled, tearinghtem off of her body, before looking at the last of their number, the only one who hadn't got a job yet.
"James. Switch with Pat, keep her legs in place." He ordered. james didn't hesitate, he went to take over keeping her legs still, and somewhat apart. "And Pat? Get her ready for me." The now freed up man grinned, and moved up her body, trailing fingers along her skin before he lowered his face. His tongue reached out, sliding along her slit, before plunging into her. Darien, not wanting to remain idle, rubbed his fingers on her clit aggressively. "Havin' fun yet lady?" he asked her with a sneer.
 
Emily cringed ever so slightly as he roughly ripped her panties off, she shivered in disgust at the grin on Pat's face as he ran his fingers over her skin. As soon as his tongue made contact with her she let out a squeaky gasp, her body trying to jerk away but she had no choice but to lay there as he tongued her. Emily bit down hard on her tongue, trying hard not to make any noise she might regret as Darien began to rub her clit. She could taste a bit of blood in her mouth and shook her head no frantically as she clenched her fists, the tears had stopped now as she was focused more on being silent then begging to be let go. She looked up to him with both fear and a sliver of anger and without thinking spat in his direction.
 
Darien cocked his head as she spat at him. It landed on his leg, and he looked at it with a level of distaste, before looking back at her. He nodded.
"So that's how it's going to be then. Pat, move. Time to show this bitch what we're here for." He said with a sigh. Pat didn't remove himself immeditely, knowing that Darien would still want to make a few gestures before he started. As Darien stood up, Pat took over rubbing her clit, and fed two fingers inside of her, pumping htem in and out while applying more pressure with his tongue.

Darien popped open the fron of his pants, and pulled himself out. He knelt beside her, giving her a very good, close look at his cock. Ten inches long, and three thick, it was certainly a monster to behold. He leaned over, taking his cock in hand, adn slapped the side of her face with it once. And then again. Each time he got just a little harder. With a smile now, he moved down. Pat had been going for all he was worth, trying to bring her as close to finished as he could, before abruptly halting to get out of the way. Darien knelt between her legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against her.
"Here we go baby. Time to get started." He began to push himself inside of her then, sliding halfway in on the first push.
 
As Pat pushed two fingers into her and Darien stood up Emily whimpered as her hips twisted, trying hard not to move against his hand as she tried to move her legs not even noticed what Darien was doing until he slapped her face with his cock. Her eyes flicked away from Pat to Darien and she had to do a double take before her red face turned pale, he was much, much larger than her fiancee. Emily closed her eyes and turned her head away as he did it again. At one point her hips bucked against Pat just before he stood up and she watched Darien take his place and his head rubbed against her entrance "W-Wait! Y-You won't fit!!" She whimpered and let out a low moan as he pushed into her.

Her eyes widened in shock before she tugged at her arms trying to get her hands free, her teeth had her lip firmly in place to keep from making another noise but she couldn't deny the fact that feeling his huge cock inside of her was turning her on almost as much as the dangerous position she was in. Even though she was getting turned on she continued to struggle "Darling I'm sorry." She whispered under her breath before resuming her thrashing.
 
"Ah, we'll make it fit in there babe. Don't you worry about that!" Darien assured her, smiling at the feel of how tightly she wrapped around his shaft. He heard how she started to moan faintly as he pushed into her. Much be a bitch who liked 'em big. Well, he and his boys wouldn't dissapoint her. Darien wasn't even the largest among them. There was a reason that Gideon used this particular group to sort out women. The way she was thrashing around, thrying to get loose was seriously turning Darien on, and he shifted his hips slightly before pushing the rest of the way inside of her. He was likely as deep inside of her as she'd ever had a man, and the tight feel of her certainly informed him that she was not used to dealing with anyone this calbre.

Darien drew his hips back, adn then plunged them back in, slapping into her hard enough to shake her body. He repeated that motion, before starting to get something of a rhythm going. They both shook from each hit, adn he grinned down at her.
"How's it feelin' there babe?" He asked her.
 
Emily kept her eyes squeezed tight, when his hips touched hers as he pushed all the way in she let out a muffled whimper, her back arching just a bit. She clenched her fists as he drew out of her and slammed back in, her body twisting beneath him as she struggled to not make a sound but that wasn't working out too well for her. It wasn't too long before she stopped twisting her body and started raising her hips the best she could every time he drove into her, now instead of whimpers she was moaning but she kept her mouth and eyes firmly shut as if she was still trying.

Emily's back arched once more but this time she tightened around his cock before relaxing, a loud moan getting past her lips as she came, still moving her hips against him the best she could, her face red with embarrassment.
 
Darien kept workingon her and he took the loud moan that snuck through as she came around him to be an answer enough as to how she was doing. Everyone gave a luagh at the reaction.
"Didn't take too long for her to get into this, did it?" James mused.
"No. It didn't." Darien agreed, panting as he kept plunging into her. He ground his hips into hers, and felt himself starting to swell inside of her. "You ready for me babe? Here I come..." Darien trailed off, and worked into her harder a few more times, before he pressed his hips to hers, grinding as he groaned. He felt himself shooting up inside of her. He pumped her a few more times, making sure she'd milked him dry. He slid out of her, and then stood.

"So who's next?" He asked. Pat raised his hand, the only one not occupied, and Darien nodded. Pat dropped his pants without hesitation, and got between her legs.
"Miss me there babe?" Pat asked, winking at her, and sliding himself inot her with a stroke. He grinned down at her, and began to pump inot her rapidly, fast, short strokes. He was only marginally smaller than Darien had been, and was giving her no chance to rally after what she'd been through.
 
Emily turned her head away from everyone before she realized what Darien meant "No!! Pull out!" She yelped but he didn't stop. A few stray tears rolled down her cheeks as he came inside of her and finally pulled out when he was done. Her eyes flicked to Pat for a split second before she visibly grimaced as he winked at her and clamped her mouth firmly shut when he suddenly pushed himself into her, she couldn't tell the small difference to the two, all she knew was there was four more guys still and already she was starting to hurt. She had never been stretched so much before and it was an uncomfortable experience. Every time Pat moved in she could feel Darien's cum inside of her making her want to get sick.
 
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