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Squid

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  • “Oh my god, Layla, can you believe what Jessica is wearing?” The young blonde woman snickered behind her hand as she pointed out a girl in an animal print minidress and matching heels.

    “Who wears cheetah? That is so tacky.”

    Aboard the luxury mega-yacht, a party was taking place. A party which April and Layla Fairchild were throwing without their father's knowledge, to whom the yacht belonged. The yacht itself had three decks above water, and two below.

    The lowest deck held four guest cabins, an interior bar and gaming lounge, and a viewing room to view fish and other colourful sealife. Above that was the owner's suite, a second stateroom for any personal assistants and a fully furnished en suite. The engine room and crew quarters were also located there.

    The main deck, above the water, boasted a exterior swimming pool with accompanying deck chairs and a bar. Behind the bar was an interior saloon, dining room, galley, and another four guest cabins. That was where the party was taking place.

    The upper deck housed the bridge, another two guest cabins and the sky lounge.

    The sisters stood on the main deck near the bar, each with a drink in hand. There were a dozen other girls, each dressed in expensive, skin-tight dress of varying colours and cuts.

    “I heard her dad recently lost his job, and now she has to wear her mother's hand-me-downs,” Layla whispered back, taking a sip from her cosmo.

    April wore a white skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline and equally low back. She had complimented it with crystal earrings and a matching pendant, which sat teasingly between her breasts. Contrastingly, her makeup was dark and smoky, bringing out the green of her eyes.

    Layla, the younger sister, wore a pastel blue dress that ended above her knees, paired with a delicate gold choker and small gold hooped earrings. Her makeup wasn't as dark as April's, and instead of using the dark smokey effect, Layla had settled for a delicate pink gloss and bronze eyeshadow.

    A girl with tanned skin and dark, wavy hair approached the sisters with a broad smile.

    “Ohmigosh, Layla and April, this yacht is like so big!” she gushed, fanning herself with a hand tipped in shiny gold nails. “I can't believe your dad would let you throw a party on it!”

    April, painting a confident smile on, stepped forward to give the girl a hug.

    “You know me, Christy. I'm daddy's favourite, he can't say no to me.”

    Layla gasped, offended that her sister would say such a thing. “Uh, excuse me, I'm daddy's favourite,” she scoffed. “He's taking me to Switzerland for my 21st.”

    April rolled her eyes and turned back to Layla. “He took me to Switzerland for my 18th. And he took me to Spain for a month for my 21st, so don't think you're special or anything.”

    With a pout, Layla brushed past the two towards the pool to talk to a group of other girls, including the cheetah-wearing Jessica.

    “Wow, she's such a cow sometimes,” April commented, turning back to Christy. “Do you want a drink while we wait for the boys to show up? Chase said they'd be here at 12, so we're a little early. I wanted some girl time, y'know?”

    With a giggle, Christy nodded her head. “Oh, of course! Time to get ourselves nice and comfortable before the real entertainment gets here. Do you have any tequila?”
 
Cain
James
Karl
Barry
Phil
Dale

The van was parked at the marina. The place was stocked with the yachts of the spoiled and fabulously wealthy, and a lot of them had small crews, and people that weren't interested in getting too riled up over their employers. The gate to get in was controlled, card access needed, but wth the right timing, adn some generous bribes, a way in could be found, and that was exactly what had happened. When the gate opened up, the van did the same, and seven men filed out, moving forward. They moved with some purpose, like they knew what they were doing. They got close tot he mark that they had come for, adn saw that something was amiss. They took quick cover behind a storage shed.

"Kale. What the fuck man? You said the boat was empty! Does that look fucking empty to you?" One of hte men demanded of their leader. Kale looked at him, staring him down. Kale was not the biggest of hte bunch, nor the best fighter amongst them. But he was cold, calculating, and cruel, and had been good to his word of scoring them money over the years. Kale was a tall man, not bulky, but tall and lean, hard as a whipcord. His hair was a light brown, and his eyes were an icy blue. A lean face with pronouced cheek bones woudl have made him stand out significantly, had his skin not been darker than the night around them.

"No. It doesn't. And you know what that means?" kale asked in a tone that made it sound like he was lecturing a child. "It means we have a bigger payday. Phil. Scope it." One of hte other men jumped to task. Phil was a shorter man, just over five feet. He carried a bit more weight on himself, clearly a man who appreciated a good meal, and often. But depite that, he still had bulk him, and under any fat, there was clear sign of muscle, a great amount of strength to him. There wasn't room for soft ones in this group. Phil had a pair of binoculars, and focused them on the yacht.
"I count, ten...no, twelve...maybe fifteen girls. No more, maybe a a touch less. I...don't see any guys. No crew looking people either. Just a bunch of rich bitches." Phil informed. Kale nodded.
"Any of 'em look like they can be trouble?"
"Pft, like any bitch is trouble."
"I'm gonna tell jade you said that." Phil froze, going pale a moment at the thought before reasserting himself, and taking better stock.

"Nah. All kinds of tasty up there, and all in nice shape, but no one looks like a fighter to me." Phil answered.
"Then we go in. New plan. Standard hold up. We take them below deck. Out of sight. James, can you drive that thing?" Kale asked another man. James, a tall man with a classic blind hair and blue eyed look that had turned many a head over the years, looking more suited to a modeling career than what he really did for a living, nodded.
"Yeah. I can do it. Take longer if we gotta kick start the engine on the thing, but if it's primed, I can have us out of there in ten, twelve minutes tops." James aswered. "Where to?"
"Open waters. Just somewhere else for now."
"You got it boss. We really doin' this?" Kale answerewd by reaching into his worn leather jacket, adn pulling out an equally worn, but well maintained revolver. The others all smiled, and nodded. Time to make things happen.

The approach to the boat wasn't hard to make, and the seven men walked with some purpose and drive. When they reached easy visual range, they made a few quick steps before charging up the gangplank to get on board, a few of the men actually simply jumping from the dock onto the ship itself. Kale took careful aim as he moved, adn fired the gun, a single bullet that hammered into the rather expensive looking stereo. Sparks flew, the flat report of the gun echoing as he swept the weapon around.
"Good evening ladies! I am going to be your MC for the night! And we will have a few quick instructions on how this is going to go! I will have everyone's phones on the ground, now, or someone here is getting a brand new hole in the head!" He called out, not bellowing, he didn't want the sound to carry too far, but he did want to make sure no one thought he was bluffing, sweeping the pistol around at teh women to amke sure they knew it wouldn't be hard to put a bullet into them. Several of the other men had armed themselves, less elaborately than the gun, but there were a few wicked looking knives, and several sets of brass knuckles. The largest of them, Dale, simply clenched his fists, each one looking like a they would hit like hammer blows given his size.

"Who's the closest thing to an owner on this thing?" Kale demanded.
 
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“Oh, getting the party started early, Christy?” April laughed, setting her mojito down on the bar. She walked around to the other side, where all the alcohol was kept, and squatted down to hunt for the bottle of patrone.

“Hey, a girl's gotta have some flaws. Mine just happens to be liking the hard stuff,” Christy grinned as she sat herself at one of the bar stools. “Besides, I hear Jason's been asking around for my number,” she started, holding her hand up to admire her nails. “And I know how much that boy likes a good tequila shot.”

From behind the bar came the sound of April's laughter. “Oh girl, no. You don't want Jason.” When she stood back up, she held a couple of shot glasses, a halved lemon and the patrone bottle. “He will fuck anything with tits and a heartbeat.” With a little shrug, she began pouring the shots. “I wouldn't be surprised if he had something a little more to give you than his dick, if you catch my drift.”

Christy looked absolutely mortified. “That's so eww!” she exclaimed, holding a hand to her chest, as if merely talking about him would give her something. “He can just forget about trying to get with me, then. I like Ben better, anyway.”

April smiled, nodding her head as she slid one of the shot glasses towards her friend. What she didn't tell Christy was that she'd been texting Jason all night and planned on taking him below deck later on in the night.

Lifting her glass, April looked meaningfully at Christy. “Cheers!” she said, before throwing back the shot like it wasn't anything more than a shot of water. Christy followed suit, making a face at the taste.

“You're such a good friend,” Christy gushed, sliding the shot glass back over to April. “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

April disappeared behind the bar again to fetch a pair of wine glasses and a bottle of dom perignon champagne. “You'd be fucking guys with STDs,” she said when she reappeared to pour the drinks.

Both girls moved down the deck towards the rest of the girls, intending on mixing and mingling. Just as they reached the group, Christy turned, frowning. “Hey April, is that the boys? I thought you said they weren't going to be here until 12?”

April turned to look as well. “They aren't supposed to be. Who the hell are th-”

Her sentence was cut short by an angry gasp as the group of men began boarding her father's yacht. Was this a prank? What the hell were they doing? Were these some of Chase's friends? She was about to march her way over when she spotted the gun, and the shot exploded into the stereo. The party of girls all screamed, ducking for cover.

Was this guy for real? Didn't he know who she was?

When the man who seemed to be in charge of the group asked for an owner, April's rich bitch instincts kicked into drive. With a confidence she didn't feel, she stood and stepped forward, nonchalantly brushing the hem of dress as if his mere presence had dirtied it.

“That would be me,” she said, staring him down, daring him to try something. “And just who the fuck do you think you are, barging aboard my yacht and ruining my party, huh?” Behind her, she could hear the girls whispering and shuffling amongst themselves, not sure if they actually should relinquish their phones or not. “That stereo probably coast more than you make in a year!”

Layla, who was further from the group and slightly hidden behind one of the deck chairs, had taken her phone out and had began hurriedly tapping on it, praying none of the dangerous looking men would notice what she was doing. She'd seen movies, there was no way she was going to give up her phone without letting someone know what was going on.
 
Kale cocked his head as April started to try and read him the riot act. He caught sight of Phil actually flinching back from the words a bit. Had Phil been along, the whole thing might have been enough to cow him to order.

Unfortunately for April, Kale was not Phil.

He nodded as she finished, and simply stepped close to her and made a simple brutal move of his arm. His hand connected with ehr cheek with a resounding clap, enough force in it to wrench her head to one side. He wasn't sure how her balance would cope witht he hit, but didn't really give her a chance to find out. The same hand that had hit her shot back out, grabbing her by the neck and half throwing her at the bar. He followed her, adn grabbed her throat again, squeezing enough to start to choke her.
"Thanks for speakingn up. I appreciate that. But you bring that kinnd of tone with me again, and I will make sure you live to regret it, you understand me you miserable cunt?" Kale snarled to her quietly. There was no hesitation in his voice, nothing but cold vicious promise that everything he said was a complete truth.

One of the men, Cain, a taller man with a similar build to Kale, but with a set of calm hazel eyes and jet black hair that offset his pale skin came around to where he'd only caught a flicker of movement. There was a girl with her phone in hand, adn he acted, knowing that this could be everything right here and now. His arm shot forward, and the long bladed knife he carried crashed through the screen of her phone, impaling hte electronic device. Witha casual flick of hte wrist, he cast the phone away from them both as it started to smoke before bursting into flames as the pierced battery had a small explosion.

He turned back to Layal, and his free hand landed in her hair.
"Hey Kale! Got me a bitch who doesn't fuckin' understand instructions!" Cain called out, hauling Layla to her feet, and pressing the flat of his knife to her cheek. "Should I just fucking gut her right here?" He asked, moving hte knife to touch on her stomach. "Or carve a name into her face?" he asked, moving it back up to her cheek, this time the point just faintly touching her skin, knowing that any more pressure would rip through her.
 
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She was about to spout off some more as Kale approached her. What she wasn't prepared for was the strike to her face. Her head snapped to the side, caught off guard. She didn't actually expect him to hit her. April only had time to stumble one step to the side before his hand was around her throat.

The group of girls on the deck let out gasps and cries of disbelief as April was thrown at the bar. She half caught herself against the bar top, shaking with shock at what had just happened. As she turned around to confront him, she was again greeted with a hand to the throat. Her hands clutched desperately at her neck, trying to get him to let go of her. A bit of choking during sex was always fun, but this was far, far from fun.

“Let go of me, you asshole!” April squealed, scratching at his arm with her nails. “Do you have any idea who I am?!” She had no idea just who he was, but she had every intention of having him arrested and locked up for the rest of his natural life. She was kicking and squealing, trying to get him off of her.

Layla didn't even see the man coming. She squeaked as a knife suddenly appeared in the middle of her screen, letting go like it had burned her. She looked up, terrified to see one of the thugs standing right over her, her phone impaled on the knife in her hand. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! She didn't stay to watch the phone go sailing through the air.

A rough hand in Layla's hair stopped her from her hasty escape. What was once a feature she was so proud of became the thing that trapped her. Instinctively, she grabbed at his wrist, trying to pull herself free. The struggling stopped when she felt a cold, hard blade against her cheek, threatening. She sobbed softly in fear.

April looked past her own captor and screamed. “No! Nonono, you leave her alone! She didn't do anything! Layla!”

Layla went stiff as the knife moved down to her stomach. She felt faint with fear. He wouldn't gut her, right? She looked at April, tears in her eyes, silently begging her older sister to make it all stop. She was always able to make it right!

The other girls began throwing their phones forward toward the front, eager to get rid of them and do as they were told, especially with the display they were seeing. Nobody wanted to be the next one to be picked.
 
The clatter of phones hitting the ground made Kale smile, but it wasn't a smile that held any mirth. It was a wolfish thing, the smile of a well fed predator cornering his prey. Kale clenched his hand on her throat, fully cutting off her supply of air as she scrabbled against his arm, gld of hte leather coat.
"Nah, I don't know, adn I can't say I fuckin' care either. All I know is you seem about too fuckin' dumb to breathe." Kale hissed to her. He let her get some air, adn she was protesting quite a bit at the one Cain had dragged forward.

"Aw, you like that one do you?" Kale asked her, taking a moment to size the two girls up. There was enough of a siilarity that it made him wonder. Unless the girl was queer, which, sure, maybe, but he somehow doubted, then this was family. And family meant one thing to him.

Leverage.

"Hey Cain, how do you think your bitch there would look wiothout her nose?" Kale asked. Cain seemed to weigh his options, tapping the blade against hte side of Kayla's nose.
"Don't know man. Maybe we find out?" Cain asked, giving a sick grin.
"Maybe, maybe." Kale agreed. "Or this dumb bitch grows a fucking brain stem. And starts playing along with us. Else we might just have to take it right out on Layla there." Kale drew out the name, like he was tasting it, getting a feel for it.

"So how about it bitch? You gonna play ball with us?" Kale hissed to April, his face close to hers, his mouth beside her ear, close enough to feel his breath on her skin. "Or should we see what colour Layla's insides are?" he asked.

Can was loving this. So much more fun than a basic heist. He tapped the blade on Layla's skin, seeing how that felt to his hand, but at the same time, taking a good, long look at her too. She certainly asn't hard on the eyes, and he could find some appreciation for that. He rant eh flat of hte blade down her body, this time lingering on her breasts, taking a few moments to get a proper feel for them through the knife. He slipped the knife under her dress, teased the steel along a nipple, letting the cold metal start to warm off of her skin. He pulled her closer to him, brought his mouth to her ear so he could speak to her where no one else could hear.
"The other bitch doesn't play nice, I think I might just get to have some fun with you." He hissed. "You ever been fucked in the ass dry?" He whispered to her. "I might just get to show you how that feels tonight." He licked the back of her ear as he finished, a cold promise to her.
 
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April looked at Cain in horror, then back to the man holding her. She couldn't believe what he was saying! What horrible, ugly things! What horrible, ugly mental images she was suddenly getting. She shuddered under the feel of his breath on her skin, repulsed by it. April could feel her power in the world slipping away and it terrified her. “I... I'm sorry! Please, I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt my sister!” she cried, going limp. In her panic, she'd given away that Layla was important to her, and now they were going to use that to get her to do what they wanted. April felt sick.

As the blade ran down Layla's body again, she flinched, trying to pull away from the dangerous weapon. She had no doubt in her mind that the man holding her knew how to do those sick things he had said with it, too. And then he was slipping it beneath her dress. He was violating her with it! One hand dropped from his arm, intent to push him away, but he only pulled her closer. The way he whispered in her ear sent unpleasant chills through her spine.

Layla copied April's look of horror when she heard her captor's words, heard the sick things he wanted to do to her if April didn't do as they said, and felt the tongue run along the back of her ear. “No, please,” she whimpered, pushing against him with her free arm again. This was all one sick joke, right? April's friend, Chase, was going to jump out at any minute and laugh at them for being silly girls. This couldn't actually be happening!

The rest of the group huddled together, watching in silence at the exchange and whispering amongst each other words of encouragement. “April will figure something out” and “I hope Layla will be okay!” were some of the more common things said between them, worry laced with hope.

“Please, my father is a very wealthy man!” April started, a shaking tongue licking at her suddenly too dry lips. “I'll give you whatever it takes to get you to not hurt anyone and leave.” That's what they wanted, right? That's why they wanted the phones. Most of them were expensive, they were just after money! April could deal with that, she'd dealt with money practically her whole life. This was all just a big business transaction.
 
Kale nodded, taking what she was saying, and finding that it'd do for his purposes.
"All right then. Listen up people! If you want to avoid getting yourself all fucked up, you'll simply follow some basic instructions! Starting with everybody is going to head below decks!" Kale announced, shifting his grip on April so that he could drag her along with him. James shifted into better view, and added his own orders.
"Head for the very bottom! Everybody should be getting real comfortable in the lounge at the bottom!" He called. It was a chilling moment, the amount of knowledge that he apparently had. Kale nodded.
"You heard the man! Get your asses in gear!" Kale started ot drag April along with him, Canin doing something similar to Layla, at least withdrawing the knife from her skin since he didn't want to have her bleeding on him. Not yet.

Dale hesitated beside James as the women were herded off of the deck.
"The fuck did you know where to take them?" He muttered, not letting it be loud enough to carry to any of the hostages. James smiled.
"This is a Burgess Jubilee yacht. Standard model. If you study the ship type, you know where things are." James explained in a similar tone. Dale snickered. He could only imagine what the ladies would be thinking, and it was all just too perfect.
"Did you cast us off?"
"Yeah. I'm going to go up to the bridge and get us moving. You'd better make sure that no one goes anywhere they're not supposed to." Dale nodded and the two men split apart. James went up, and Dale followed the pack.

Phil was in front of the pack, making sure that no one tried to make a break for it to try and get lost inside the bowels of the ship. It was a longer walk than Phil had thought. The ship was huge, but they made it to the lounge. It was a hell of a place, through a door Phil caught a glimpse of the water through thick plexiglass ports. It was dark in there now, but he could imagine just how amazing it'd look during hte day. He gave Christy a shove towards a couch as a way of encouraging the ladies to find a place to sit. Cain and Kale kept their grip on April and Layla.
"Okay then people! This part should be pretty simple for you all! The man who led you here is going to come around with a bag! You will fill the bag with your money, your credit cards, and your very fabulous jewlery! If anyone doesn't have enough to satisfy the man with the bag, it'll go badly for you!" Kale announced, adn Phil made good on his words, shaking out a cloth bag and approaching the pack of women.

The whole ship started to vibrate a moment. The egines were firing up. The rumble picked up in volume and intensity, as they started to get underway. The ship was leaving the dock.
 
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April, still processing what was going on, felt herself suddenly go numb. How the hell did they know there was a lounge on the bottom deck? She didn't have much time to question it before she was being dragged along by the leader of this gang of assholes, following behind her friends. She made a point of looking for Layla every now and then, to make sure her sister was okay. Everything was going to be okay. Layla was quietly crying the whole way down, her mascara starting to run in dark streaks down her face. But she seemed otherwise alright.

They were led down into their father's gaming lounge. Apart from enough plush couches to hold the whole party and then some, it had a pool table, multiple flat screens for the viewing of sports, a blackjack table in its own little corner, and even a VR setup, though April didn't remember her father actually playing video games. It was decorated with sporting memorabilia.

Christy, being the first in the group of girls, gasped as she was shoved at a couch. The other girls got the hint, hastily taking a seat down next to Christy. Some had been crying, others simply looked down at their laps and wrung their hands together. When their valuables were demanded, Christy was the first to take off her jewellery. She wasn't about to die for some earrings and a necklace she could replace tomorrow.

Like a flock of birds, the other girls followed suite, removing rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and even a few body piercings here and there. Credit cards were next, though few of them actually had any cash on them. Most of their spending was digital nowadays, who needed to carry actual money with them?

As the yacht began to rumble with the engines starting, April's blood ran cold. Oh dear god, they were taking the yacht! It suddenly turned from a robbery into a kidnapping. She'd been hoping that Chase and his friends would show up and save them from this hell, but now even that was out the window. They had all given up their phones, and now with no way to contact the outside world, nobody would even know what was happening to them.

“W-where are you taking us?” April demanded, feeling the fight in herself rising again. “Is this a robbery or a kidnapping? Someone will come looking for us!” She hoped someone would come looking for them. It was a Saturday night, how many times had she disappeared for the whole weekend without a word to her parents? It didn't matter, these thugs didn't know that.

“Shh, April! You're going to piss them off even more,” Layla whispered angrily, very much aware of the knife Cain had been molesting her with only moments before. They were threatening to hurt her too, or had her sister forgotten that?
 
Kale just smiled to April, hearing her in this level of panic that was creeping into her voice.
"Yeah, I'm sure they will. But you know what happens once this boat crosses into international waters? Lemme tell ya. It meas they can't do shit. And we will easily be out that far before anyone knows you all are gone. So maybe you just shut up, and let us do our thing. And if you all are very very lucky, then you might get out of this without too much extra going wrong." He warned. Pat shook the bag he had, his indicaton that it was actually fairly full. Enough for a good haul.

But Kale had something else in mind.

He'd seen that the largest of hte rooms had been a floor up, and if there was any other valuable to be found, it was probably going to be there. He pulled on April, shoving her around back towards the stairs.
"Master bedroom is upstairs right? Are we going to find anything worth taking up there?" He asked her as he shoved her along.

Cain watched Kale take April out of hte room, and it made him wonder. With Kale gone, there were plenty of options open to him, as no one was likely to try and gainsay him. He slid his knife along Layla again, this time 'accidently' cutting the thin strap of her dress off of her left shoulder. He pulled her ear close to his mouth.
"I think I might kill you tonight. Cut on you for awhile beofre you bleed out. Unless you think you can give me something that can convince me otherwise." He hissed to her. There was a small table in front of the couches, something that was only a foot or so high, not much, but enough to put it above the floor. "How about you get on the table, adn dance for me? DO that, I think I might just be nice to you tonight." He hissed, giving her a light shove as he let go of her neck.
 
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Shit. Was he telling the truth? April didn't actually know if being international waters meant the US police or whatever could get to them. Surely they could, right? But the guy spoke with such certainty... The feeling of hopelessness crept in around the edges of her mind. Her breathing was becoming short, shallow pants as the gravity of their situation was beginning to set in. This party was a really bad fucking idea.

“Ow!” April cried reflexively as she was shoved back towards the stairs. She stumbled for a moment, losing a shoe in the process. The second one came off with a flick of her ankle, so that she wasn't walking with a stupid limp. Shoes were the least of her concerns at the moment. “I guess? Daddy doesn't let us into the owner's suite,” she complained, more than a little pouty about it.

Watching April and the ringleader go upstairs, Layla had to fight the urge begin hyperventilating. Oh no, they were going to leave her down her with this monster! And right on cue, she felt that knife against her again, moving to her shoulder. The contents of her stomach turned as it sliced through the strap of her dress, leaving her shoulder exposed. Somehow, she felt so much more naked – and vulnerable – because of it.

A squeak left Layla's lips as she was suddenly pulled closer to him again, her arms jammed between herself and him, creating a feeble barrier. If she wasn't scared of him before, she certainly was when she heard what he had to say to her this time. Her entire body began to trembled in fear. He wanted to kill her. Oh god, he was going kill her!

Except there was a way out. He just said it himself. It was a humiliating way out, but that was better than death, right? She rubbed at her throat as he let her go, taking shaky steps over to the table he had forced her towards. Dancing wasn't so hard. She could do that. She'd even taken lessons on how to put on a show like that. It was something she'd planned to use in private with a boyfriend.

“There's a-” she began, swallowing now that her neck was free of his clutches. “Screen on your armrest, Jess. It controls the audio system.” Layla gestured to the girl in cheetah, then motioned to a small flip compartment that was in the arm of the couch.

She looked back at Cain, swallowing down the cosmo she'd been sipping on that threatened to come back up when she looked at him. “Is that okay? It just makes it easier i-if I have something to dance to...” Maybe she'd even be able to forget that he was there. She stepped up onto the table and waited.
 
"Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Kale promised April as he casualyl showved her along the hall towards the master suite. He was mildly surprised to find that it was actualyl locked when he got there. Without a moment of hesitation, he hauled back and slammed his foot intot he foor, connecting right beside the lock. The door flew open to him, and he ushered April through it.

"Where would the good stuff be kept? Hm? Is there some kind of jewlery or the like that gets stored here?" He asked her, takingn the moment to actually size her up more than he had previously. She cut a pretty nice figure in that dress she had on, and he could imagine quite clearly what kind of figure she's cut wihtout the dress. There was a flicker of imagination in his mind, but he pushed it aside to stay on traget. Money. Had to get paid. But April seemed to open up a lotof other thoughts, other options to getting his time worth out of this whole job.

Cain gave a smile that didn't offer any kid of comfort.
"Sure, then go right ahead girl. Play it loud if it'll give me a better show." Cain agreed. She was agreeing to this more readily than he'd hoped, and it was always a treat to see a girl doing something like this out of pure desperation. It made him more pleased than he probanly shoudl have. He leaned back against the bar, making sure he had a good view. Pat was eyeing up Christy, and that rarely bode well, but Cain was keeping it from his mind. Time to just keep focus on the coming show for him.
 
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April was hating this man the more he spoke. He was an arrogant asshole. Normally she'd eat guys like him for breakfast. Except this asshole had a gun and a bunch of other assholes with guns. She made it a note to memorise his face. She'd recognise him in a line-up, that's for sure. When they came to the door, April rolled her eyes when he tried the handle. Of course it was locked. What was he going to do, now?

She flinched as he kicked through the door, protesting as he pushed her into the room. “I don't know, I told you before that Daddy never let's us in here,” she whined. Wasn't he listening to anything she said? Besides, she wouldn't have told him even if she did know. April was not about to help this asshole rob her father. Subconsciously, she glanced at the painting that was hanging above the headboard. It was a painting of a marina. Behind it was the safe.

Layla nodded to herself, looking down at her shoes as Jessica started scrolling through songs. Layla hadn't noticed before, but she'd spilt some of the bright pink comso over her white pumps. Why did it bother her so much? As the music began playing, the younger Fairchild sister closed her eyes and began to slowly move her hips from side to side. Who'd of thought it'd be so hard to dance with a room full of dangerous men watching?

Catching one of the guys eying her, Christy coughed uncomfortably and tried to subtly pull the hem of her dress down. It was tight and had ridden up her thigh a little as they were wont to do. She regretted wearing it, now that it was attracting unwanted attention. A few moments later, she decided that she didn't want to be there anymore.

“Excuse me,” she said over the music. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
 
Kale didn't hesitate with her motions.
"I'm sure you can think of something that draws my attention. Where's the good stuff girl?" He all but demanded of her. He paused, seeing her make a glance at the painting. It wasn't a bad one, but for the money that went into this yacht, it seemed a bit...plain. He stepped to it with a curious look on his face. As he looked to the side of the painting, he noticed that it sat a little out from the wall. he smiled, adn pushed hte picture. It swung away from the wall, showing a safe behind it. Kale gave a bark of laughter, knowing that he had found the real good stuff.

"Okay girl, I'm going to make this simple for you. You are going ot open this safe up for me." He told April. "Or I am going to go back to the lounge, and have my crew use your sister like a three dollar whore. So what's it going to be?"

"Don't be shy girl, show us what you got!" Cain called to Layla, leaning on the bar, a half smile on his face. If this went well, then he had a show. If it didn't, he could likely get another kind of entertainment out of her.

Phil heard Christy making a request of him, a fairly simple one really. But he wasn't the kind of person that was going to let her get something for nothing, even if it was a perfectly reasonable request.
Yeah. Yeah, okay I can get that done. After you show me your tits." Phil told her with a leer.
 
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April panicked as Kale walked over to the bed, looking at the painting. Oh no! She'd given it away! Daddy was going to be so mad with her! As he pushed the picture aside, April scuttled back a few steps towards the door, hoping that he wouldn't notice. Time to start thinking about escape. There was a phone in this room, but there was no way she was ever going to get near it, not with Kale in there with her. So if she could just get away, maybe she could get to one of the other phones and call for help.

“I can't open the safe,” April hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. “So you just leave Layla out of this!” She glanced at the desk off to her right, then suddenly dashed for it, picking up a glass that sat there and hurled it at her captor. Next was the penholder, then a paperweight and anything else she could get her hands on. Just one lucky shot to the head, just one!

Down a deck, Layla wiped at her eyes, hips still moving. You can do it, pull yourself together, she thought to herself. You just have to keep them occupied until help comes. She forced herself to relax and get lost in the music. Her movements became more fluid until she was dancing like she was in a club. As she did, she didn't particularly look at anyone, but stared at various points on the wall. She could still feel the knife sliding across her skin. It was the perfect motivation to do as Cain told her.

On the couch with the other girls, Christy shot Phil an icy glare. He wanted her to do what now? “Forget it, then,” she sniffed, crossing one leg over the other and turning her face the other way. Fuck that, she'd rather piss herself than become more entertainment for these sick assholes.
 
Kale felt his mood darken suddenly as she refused to help, and as he was about to open his mouth to tell her off, he had to duck. The sound of shattering glass let him know that it was a good dodge, and he started ot move in on her. The pen holder was easy to brush aside, but Kale had to heave himself aside from the paperweight. The metal crashed off the wall, and then Kale lunged forward.

His left hand balled inot a fist, and drove into April's stomach with all he had. As she was doubling over from the blow, he got his hand into her hairwrenching her around and slamming her into the desk. He pushed her face into the surface of the desk, and brought his pistol around to level right before her eye. he drew the hammer back slowly, letting each clcik sound loudly in the room.
"So you wanna fuckin' die then, huh? That's how it is?" He paused, letting his anger change. It cooled, hardened, crystallized into a useful thing. He nodded. "Or maybe you don't care if you die. Maybe we can find something else to scare you?" He withdrew the gun, putting it in his pocket. Kale reached around, running his hand up her leg, fingers on the inside of her thigh, bringing it up to the hem of her dress, and then higher, sliding even higher.

Phil sneered as Christy refused, and seemed ot be drawing himself up to react when Dale called out.
"Phil. Go check on James. See how far out we are." The big man ordered. Phil hesitated, but then nodded. No sense arguing with someone that big. He was muttering to himself as he went up the stairs.

Cain looked at Layla in approval as she got herself moving. The girl had some moves, and some curves that made her appealing ot watch. But he was going to need more he imagined. Cain tapped the knife on his palm, weighing his options. She'd been at it for most of a song at this point, so he supposed it was time to change it up. Cain gave a glance over to Dale, raising his eyebrows. He inclined his head slightly to Layla, and licked his lips. Dale hesitated, thinking it over, before he nodded.

Cain stood up, advance on the table, stopping when he got within arms length. He tapped the flat of his knife on the side of her torso.
"Take the dress off, I want to see some skin. Else I think I'll gut...that one." Cain pointed the knife at Jess. "And you can tell her family that your pride was worth more than her life."
 
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April let out a scream of anger and fear. She was fully prepared to throw the desk chair at him next. And as she swung around with it in on hand, she thought she would have had him. Except his fist ploughed into her mid section, forcing what air she had in her lungs out in a painful whoosh. As April was gasping for air, she felt her hair become trapped in his fingers, forcing her around and down onto the desk. Fuck!

Her feeble struggling stopped when her eyes focused on the gun barrel that was right there in front of her face. Oh shit. She looked between him and the gun, wheezing as her lungs fought for air. Maybe she did want to die. Maybe she didn't. What she didn't want was this guy to think he could just push her around.

“What could you do that's scarier than a gun to the face?” April breathed between clenched teeth, reaching behind her to try and push him away. The blood drained from her face as his hand began moving up the inside of her thigh. “Don't fucking touch me!” she shrieked, kicking and wriggling, trying to get away from him. “I'll have your balls cut off for this!”

Christy snapped her head around as one of the other men told the pervert eying her up to leave. What was that all about? She shot him a tiny, subtly smug smirk at his turned back to leave. Seemed like there was some kind of hierarchy going on here. The big one was higher up than this 'Phil'. And the guy who'd taken April was clearly the leader of the group. But what about the psycho with the knife? Was he some kind of second-in-command?

Almost forgetting that they were in a dangerous situation, Layla was torn from her thoughts and dancing when she felt that fucking knife against her side. Her body froze as she slowly looked down at the blade, then back up at the man. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. When he threatened Jessica, Layla shook her head, saying “No, no, no, please! I'll do what you want, there's no need to hurt anybody.” The cheetah wearing girl was softly crying into her hands.

Biting her lower lip in concentration, Layla reached up behind her and slowly began unzipping her dress. It's just like wearing a bikini, she thought to herself. Just a pool party in your bikini, everything will be okay.
 
When she went completely nuts from under him, Kale knew he had a winning plan here. She might be rich as fuck and stuck up to all hell, but no bitch took well to what he was threatening. But then, he supposed that he wasn't really threatening her with it. He was absolutely planning on making good on it. He lifted her head off hte desk and then slammed it back down. he did it again, doing what he could to ring a bell or two in her head, disorient her, before he stepped close to her, pressing himself up against her ass with his hips, using that weight to pin her to the desk.
"I'll touch whoever I want on this point you stupid bitch. And you will not do a damn thing to me that I don't ask you for." He snarled at her. He took his belt off, the leather sliding free easily.

He whipped it around, the leather landing with a snap on her back, the long leather running up to between ehr shoulder blades. He didn't hit her again, it was all just to get things in position. Letting go of the belt he grabbed one of her forearms and brought it around, pressing it down on the small of her back, over the belt. He let go of her hair, and used his newly freed hand to grab her other arm, and twist it around to lay beside the other one. Keeping her wrists pinned with one hand, he started to mvove the belt around to start binding her.
"Do you know what's coming now bitch? Huh? Do you have any idea the shit I'm about to unleash on you?" He asked her in a low, vicious tone. He was already starting to feel hard at this. Gods it had been so long since he had a bitch in a position like this. It was going to be amazing...

Cain shook his head.
"No no no, all wrong." He said clearly, and then looked over at Jess. "You there...Jess wasn't it? Get another song on, something with some bass, and a beat to it." He turned back to Layla. "Strip while you dance, make it a show. I want to be entertained by this. Don't dissapoint me."

Dale moved across the room, letting Barry take up position by the entrance to stop anyone bolting. Dale leaned on the back of hte couch near Christy.
"So you know girl, I sent Phil away because he was going ot beat the fuck out of you for turning him down. Seemed unneccesary, unprofessional-like. But I'll only every save you once, if Phil or any of the others want something and you turn 'em down, you're on your own from here. You got me?" He warned her quietly. There wasn't any threat in Dale's voice, he seemed to be calm, together, unbothered. Like he was explaining the weather, not telling a person they were going to have no protection or support against things going forward. Like this was all very mundane to him.
 
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“Fuck you!” April screamed, clawing at the hand in her hair. “You pig!” She was rewarded with having her head slammed into the desk. The first one only hurt and made her scream more. The second stunned her, making her go limp for a second while her brain tried to figure out what the hell was happening. A small part of her wished he'd just knocked her clean out of consciousness. His words sounded far away, and the taste of blood in her mouth told her she'd broken skin with her teeth on the inside of her mouth.

The slap of leather against her back snapped April back to reality. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She struggled to pull her arm away from him, to bring it back around from behind her. It didn't work out how she planned. The second arm was pinned behind her and April began shrieking bloody murder. “Let go of me, you fucking animal!” she shrieked, tossing her torso back and forth across the desk. April knew what was coming. It was something you heard about on the news, or on the internet, but it was never something you actually thought would happen to you. Except that it was happening to her, here and now.

“No, leave me alone!” she cried.

Downstairs, Layla stopped unzipping, turning to look at Cain with a startled expression. Had she done something wrong? She listened as he instructed Jess to change the music to something with bass, her skin feeling hot and cold and clammy and prickly all at once. He was putting so much pressure on her, it was staggering. But she couldn't just let them start hurting the other girls. What kind of person would that make her?

“I-I'm sorry, I've never done this before,” Layla apologised as she waited for Jess to pick a new song. She couldn't fuck this up. Cain was going to start gutting people otherwise and Layla wasn't sure she could live with that on her conscience. When the new song came on, Layla started dancing again. This time, she really threw herself into it, slowly pushing her dress down over her breasts, then down her waist, then down over her hips, all in time to the beat. And then in a quick dip and swoop, it was down around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her lacy lingerie. When she came back up, she held in it in both hands, each shoulder width apart. Holy shit, just think of it as a bikini competition, she thought to herself.

Christy, who was watching the display with pity and a little bit of disgust, looked up at Dale as he approached, following him with her eyes until she had to twist around the look at him behind her. She listened intently, trying to hide the fear in her eyes as she realised just how close she came to catching a beating. “I guess I should thank you, then?” she said softly. “Though, given the circumstances...” she continued, tilting her head to the side. “I'm not sure if I should.”
 
"Not a fucking chance of that happening tonight. Not even a little one." Kale promised April, tightening hte belt on her arms, cinching it tight, adn locking it down. With her hands out of the way, it was time to start the party.

Kale reached up, found the ties for the straps on her dress, adn calmly ripped them free, making it far easier to get what he wanted. He seized on her neck, hauling her up off the desk, and letting her dress fall away from her torso. He chuckled, running his hand up along her stomach, and then getting ahold on one of her breasts and squeezing it hard.
"Ooo, you got a rack here, don't you bitch? I bet you just love flaunting that off to the limp dick shit heads you hang with, don't you?" He slid his hand back down her body, finding where the tight material still clung to her, and sliding his hand under it, pushing the dress lower, adn inching his hand towards her sex. "Bet yer just a fucking slut for anyone aint ya?"

Cain actually grinned as Layal finished her little show. He gave her a slow clap, nodding.
"This chick is wasted on the rich life, aint she Barry?" He asked.
"Fuckin' A right, better show than we get at Lola's half the time." Barry answered fromt he door, running a hand along his crew cut hair. It was a bright red that stood out starkly against his skin.
"Well then little Layla, I think you can hop off that table for now. You come sit here at the bar with me. And...you there, music girl, Jess. Pick a new track. And then hop up on the table. It's your turn."
 
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By that time, April had begun crying, from fear, anger, frustration. Her dark eye makeup was smudged and left tracks down her face. “You're an asshole,” she breathed, sniffling. “I hope you rot in hell.”

She gasp as he ripped the straps free. Another piece of her control was fading from her grasp. As he hauled her upright, April began struggling again, tugging her arms apart, hoping that one would slip free. Bolts of disgust and pain ran through her body as he touched her, up her stomach, onto her breast. She squealed as he squeezed her. “Stop!” she cried. There wasn't much she could do to stop him, and that terrified her.

The lower his hand went, the more April squirmed. “I'll kill you, I swear to god!” she spat.

When she was told to go sit over next to Cain, Layla blushed bright red and suddenly wished he'd told her to keep dancing. At least up on the table, he wasn't touching her, and that knife of his wasn't near her. She hesitated and looked at Jess, who looked mortified to be called up onto the impromptu stage. Then she hopped down from the table and, clutching her dress to her chest to cover what little of herself she could, she walked over to the bar, looking down at her cosmo-splattered shoes as she did.

She picked a seat next to Cain, though sat as far away from him as she physically could. She was only doing what she was told because she didn't want anybody to die. “Please don't hurt us,” she whimpered, more to herself than to Cain.

Jess finally got herself together enough to pick a song. It was bass-y with blaring trumpets and deep-voiced male singer. It was a stereotypical club song. Were they going to make all of them get up and dance for their enjoyment? And what the hell was happening with April? She got up from her spot on the couch and walked over to the table, silent tears running down her face.
 
Kale snorted as she screamed at him.
"You? You couldn't kill a fuckin' hamster without someone to hold your hand and do it for you! Face it bitch, you're useless. Well, maybe no entirely, since I think I can find a few uses for you." He hissed the last, his hand plunging down quickly, shoving the dress material down to her waist, and gettign his hand down between her legs. He felt eh top of her panties, adn slipped in under them, not hesitating or giving her the chance to react. He rubbed aggressively on her clit for a moment before pushing a finger along her sex, rubbing on her a moment before he turned and forced her to stagger towards the bed in the room.

"Gonna make you feel like a brand new woman tonight." Kale hissed at her. He let go of her neck to reach down and grab the dress material, heaving on it, feeling hte fine fabric tear under his fingers, and he threw the now shredded material away from them, seeing it flutter in the air. He noted she still had on her crystal pendant, adn that gave him an idea, something he wanted to see.

They were close to the bed when Kale wrapped his arm around her neck, adn simply dropped to his knees, carrying her along with him to that level. He pushed her forward, bending her over so that her ass was raised slightly, and her face down a bit. Her pendant was swinging from her neck, adn he grinned. He was going to see just how far it swung when he did this to her. He let the button on his pants come free, the action making a loud snapping sound that carried well, and pushed his zipper low as well. He freed his now hard cock from his pants and swung it free. He kept a hold on the belt at her wrists, Keeping her in place while he pulled on her panties, shredding them off her body, leaving her completely exposed to him.
"Are you ready for me then bitch?" he asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her, letting her know that not only was he about to start, but the she was going to be dealing with something thick, more than two inches thick. Length, well, she'd have to find that out the hard way.

As Layal sat down, Cain looked at her, adn then shook his head.
"Get rid of hte dress, no need for that. Got nothin' to be ashamed of." As he spoke, he took hold of hte material, and pulled, prying it loose fro her grasp to toss on the floor. He turned back tot he table, seeing Jess looking like she might break down, but he didn't care. "Get on that table, adn get that dress off! We want our fucking show here bitch! You had a fine fucking example on how it's done!"

Dale nodded his head at Christy's words.
"No, you shouldn't thank me. Phil might have beat you. Cain'll do worse, so would Barry there. The happier you can keep Cain there, at least as long as Kale is gone, the more likely you are to come away with all your bits attached. You might consider volunteering for the stage there, Cain'd probably like that in you." He offered, his small bit of advice to the girl.
 
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April screamed some more, her voice cracking a little with the strain as Kale violated her. She clamped her thighs together, trying to stop his hand from touching her. Too bad that she had a thigh gap and couldn't really stop him. She choked a little as her body reacted to his stimulation, her pussy lubricating itself. It made her feel sick. She didn't like it. Why the hell was she getting wet?!

Staggering towards the bed, April sobbed, keeping her legs as tightly together as she could. Holy shit, he was actually going to rape her! “Stop!” she begged, pulling away as Kale shredded her dress from her body. She choked again as his arm wrapped itself around her neck. Was he going to strangle her first? She was forced down to the floor by his weight, and she scrambled to get her legs beneath her, to support her own weight so that she didn't have to lean against him.

Hair fluttered into her face as she was pushed forward, unable to catch herself on the bed on her way down. April definitely didn't like the feeling of vulnerability the new position gave her. She screamed again as her panties were ripped from her body, leaving her now completely naked. The last barrier was gone and she sobbed into her blonde strands.

“No, please! Please don't do this,” she cried as she felt the head of his hard, hot cock against her wetness. Oh god, he was going to rape her and there was nothing she could do about it. Fuck!

Layla squeaked as Cain took her dress from her hands, discarding it on the floor like it was nothing. They really didn't understand how expensive those dresses were, or she thought they'd be packing those away into their bag of goodies. She folded her arms over her chest, leaning forward so as to hide as much of herself as she could, and bit her lower lip. At least he wasn't touching her, or better yet, touching her with the knife.

Letting out a sob as she was yelled at, Jess got up on the table and turned around, moving her hips in little circles. She looked at the other girls for support as she began stripping, trying to follow Layla's earlier example. She could dance, but it was sloppy and amateur and she had no idea how to strip and dance at the same time. She tried to strip her dress off the same way that Layla had, but got the material caught when she tried to turn back around while it was around her ankles. It made her trip, and she nearly fell off of the table.

Christy listened and couldn't help but arch a brow at Dale's suggestion of getting up on the stage with Jess. The poor girl looked like she could use help, but Christy was far from willing to put herself on show like that. “And you wouldn't?” she asked, letting the implications speak for themselves. When Jess stumbled, Christy turned back around and sighed. The girl did need help.

“Fine, hold my clutch,” she said, placing the glittery purse up on the back of the couch as if she really expected Dale to watch it for her. They already had all of her valuables, anyway. Christy stood, raised her hands above her head, and stretched for a moment before hopping up onto the table next to Jess. She pulled the girl upright again, and then pulled her close, putting her lips near Jess's ear.

“Girl, you so owe me for this.”
 
Kale blew out a breath as April screamed at him.
"Just remember something here bitch." He told her. "It didn't have to go this way. This happens now because of what you did. What you chose to do." He told her, adn then let out a breath as he flexzed his hips, pushing forward into her. The head of his cock spread her pussy open, stretching her as he slid in. An inch, then two, then three, a relentless assault on her body. Kale stopped after six inches, holding it there, letting her adjust, maybe draw the idea that she might have taken it all. Then he slammed himself forward, burying the last of his cock in her, all nine inches buried inside of her. The impact made her body jump forward, and he saw the pendant swing forward, then back, making a pendulum motion, and he chuckled at the sight. He didn't know why, but it was hot to watch.

He drew his hips back, sliding most of hte way out of her before he used his hold on her wrists to pull her back on to him, hard. He repeat the motion, building up speed with each repetition, loving hte feel of her wrapped around him like this. Really was nothing like a bitch that he had his way with.
"You loving this yet whore?" He asked her with a pant in his voice.

"You have no idea what I want." Dale said cryptically, but when Christy got up to folow his advice, he simply stood, and moved away from the couch. Keeping Cain amused was a good goal, it kept the body count down. He wouldn't shed a tear for the rich bitches here, but there was no need for murder when thigns were actually going pretty smooth.

Cain tapped Layla arm with his finger, the knife in his other hand.
"Arms at your sides, you keep trying to hide like that, and I'll take away what cloth you have left." He warned. He gave her a cold smile. "Or id that what you want? Did you just want an excuse from us to really cut loose and get it on with a bad boy or too?" He asked her, not taking his full attention off of Jess, who was really struggling. Whatever luck or gift Layla had for the stage, Jess clearly did not. He was about to react when Christy got up on the table.

"Oh, and we have a volunteer! Double feature! Jess, you stay up there with your new very best friend, and help out. Let's see some more skin, adn don't be shy with your hands and mouths ladies!" Cain announced.
 
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As he pushed into her body, April cried harder, letting out a soft “Ow” as the head pushed past her pelvic bone. She bowed her back against the pain, shaking all over as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening to her. The worst thing about it was that she couldn't just ignore it, like she did with Chase when he was being bad at sex. She could intimately feel every inch as it slid into her, was aware of the heavy heat inside of her. It was like her mind was fixating on it.

When he stopped, April let out a small breath she's hadn't realised she was holding. Okay, that wasn't so bad. She could deal with this. The rest of him rammed into her, bumping painfully against her cervix. April groaned in pain, tensing all of the muscles in her legs and arms, pushing herself forward to try and get away for the monster in her pussy. “Stoooop,” she moaned between sobs, unable to think. All her mind was worried about was the sensation of him pulling out. Deep in her guts, she knew it wasn't over.

She let out a shrill hiss of pain as he forced her back onto him, opening her up again with a brutal thrust. “Please, it's too big!” she sobbed, hunching her shoulder up towards her neck. But he didn't stop. The assault continued and April had no choice but to grit her teeth and take it. She was scared he was going to ruin her pussy for good.

Layla jumped when Cain touched her, whipping her head around to look at him with wide, green eyes. She was all too aware of that knife. Her skin crawled with the a ghost of it running over her skin, replaying the path it had taken earlier. She could only shake her head no at his lewd question, hoping he wouldn't try to force himself on her. With a deep breath, she forced her arms back to her sides and sat back, holding her head high so she wouldn't have to see her mostly naked body.

Christy's eye twitched as she heard Mr. Psycho jeer and carry on like he was at a titty bar. “Undress me first, then I'll do you, okay?” she whispered into Jess's ear. Then, before the other girl could protest, Christy turned around, leaning forward and tucking her arms under her breasts so as to push them up. She wiggled her rump at Jess, as if to tell her to hurry up.

With no better ideas, Jess took a hold of the hem of Christy's dress, and pulled it up. Christy swayed her hips around as the fabric passed over them, making her ass jiggle just a little. Jess felt uncomfortable doing it, and was revealed when she finally got the dress over Christy's head. Christy took it from the other girl and stood up, rubbing the balled fabric over her breasts, down her body, over the frilly panties she wore, between her legs, then back up to her throat. Then with a flourish, she threw it at Dale with a wink.
 
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