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Money Can't Save You [Alvis Alendran || Squid]

"Aw, you just gotta get used to it now. You'll be okay." Kale told her with a note of false sympathy in his voice. He was starting to get a proper rhythm down, a little less jarring to her, smoother and more measured, still hard and fast. The steady pace made sure that he could feel every inch of his cock running in and out of her, and he could only imagine that she felt it just as much.

The rhythm made it easy to get lost in the act, but Kale slid his free hand along her body, takign in the smooth skin he found, before his hand found her swaying breasts. He curled his fingers, adn flicked out, his fingernail striking off of a nipple as it swung back to him, and he timed it to do the same thign again, and tehn again, wondering how it must feel for her. And then he slid he hand back down her body, slowly, pacing it out so she could tell that he was moving closer adn closer to her clit again. His finger rubbed along the sensitive bud, massagin along it, pushing more stimulation onto her.

They'd been fucking like this for awhile when he felt hismelf starting to get closer.
"Ah man bitch, I'm almost ready! SHould I just blow right up inside of you like this?" He asked, keeping his hips pressed against her ass, grinding them together, breaking the rhythm for amoment. "Or did you want it in your mouth instead?"

Cain nodded to Layal, a kind of approval at her setting herself up in a more...poised manner. It showed her off nicely, adn he could appreciate the view. But the real show was on the table.

Layla had shown some skill, but it seemed like Christy had been born for this kind of shit.
"Loks like we got ourselves the A lister now, don't we boys?" Cain asked aloud. There was a brief shout of approval from the other men in the room, except for Dale who remained silent. Dale still caught the dress when it was tossed to him, giving her a brief nod. She was doing well, but he knew that she might have overplayed her hand a little. This much might just have pushed Cain to wanting to go even farther along. Time woudl tell at how things went with Jess.
"Keep shakin' that ass baby!" Barry called to her. Cain gave a smirk.
"Hey Jess, before you do anything else? Thank your bestie there. Give her a kiss like both your lives depend on it." Cain caleld to her. No sense in having hte show be any less than it's best.
 
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April, resigned to her fate, could do nothing more than cry and wonder what she'd done to deserve this. She wasn't particularly religious, but she prayed in her head anyway. She made promises to a god she didn't believe in that if it ended, she'd give money to charity, she'd stop being such a bitch to people and she'd donate all of her all clothes that she didn't wear anymore. Anything just to make it stop.

Her entire body jolted as Kale's nail flicked against her nipple. It lit a small fire inside her again, the blonde trying to move herself away from the sensation of it. It hurt a little, but she'd always had sensitive nipples, and it sent a spark of pleasure through her as well. It disgusted her more than she would admit to herself that her body was reacting that way.

She was almost thankful when he did stop, until she realised where his hand was going. “No, don't do that,” she whimpered, powerless to stop him from doing as he pleased to her. The stimulation to her clit sent tingles deep into her guts and down the inside of her thighs, making her toes curl. That, paired with the way his massive cock brushed against her g-spot, April couldn't help but let out a small whine of unexpected pleasure.

A shudder ran through her when he asked how she wanted his load. Thing was, she didn't. She didn't want him in her or on her or anywhere near her. “Fuck you, just cum already and get it over with,” she hissed, balling her hands into fists. She refused to play his games.

As the men began whooping and cheering like a pack of animals, Christy felt a surge of victory. Her dad would be proud, she was sure. Cain's suggestion made her roll her eyes. Typical men. She turned around to face Jess again and made little beckoning gestures with her index finger, mindful of the gazes on them.

Jess, still trembling in fear, stepped closer to Christy, pressing herself up against the other girl. She put her hands on Christy's waist, waiting for the other girl to take the lead. She seemed to know what she was doing.

And did Christy lead. She groped one of Jess's breasts in one hand, and used the other play with the hem of her cheetah dress. Then, as Cain had suggested, she pressed her lips against Jess's, taking the opportunity to suck in Jess's lower lip when the girl gasped.
 
Kale had to grin as he heard her almost begging him not to stimulate her, and hte enjoyed whine from her when he did. When she didn't give him and answer to his question, he nodded.
"Okay then, you want it inside. Guess you can afford to deal with it if I plant a brat your gut, huh?" He point out. His hand aggressively rubbed at her clit, wanting to push her farther along as he was going. Sure enough, it only took a few more minutes of work before he felt hismelf starting to swell inside of her, making it even tighter before he let out a satisfied groan, grinding his hips into her ass as he came, shooting a heavy load right up inside of her. he worked his cock in her a few more times, milking his cock dry inside of her. He shoved his hips forward, pushing her off of his cock and ontot he ebd. He smiled down at her.

"Now are you going to open up that safe? If not, I'm goign to have to assume that you want me to fuck you again." He said with a smile, his cock still hard and ready for more.

Cain smiled as the show went on, and he had to admit, Christy was showing a lot of initiative, and he believed in rewarding that right now.
"Okay there champ! You come sit at the bar on the other side of me, you get to be done for right now." Cain announced. He looked over to see Dale taking his place by the door, having a good idea what was coming next. "Jess, ya got no spark for the show, I'm dissapointed. Barry. Karl. You two help Jess out here." The other two men in the room advanced without hesitation, each one grabbing one of her arms, adn pulling them out the sides. Their free hands set to shredding her dress off, ripping pieces away as quickly as they could, bringing her down tot he same level as Layla.

But they didn't stop there.

A small pocket knife showed up in Barry's hand, cuttign the straps off of Jess' bra, while Karl ripped the panties off of her, leaving the girl held between the two men, and stark naked. Cain looked on, and had a flash of insight. What would Kale do right then? Probably lead with some kind of choice. And kale usually had good ideas. He turned to look at Layla.
"So what should we do now then Layla? Barry and Karl are going to want a piece of that ass now that they can see it. So should I let them both have her at once? Or should each of you mostly undressed ladies each take one of us on? Or you can not answer me. But you should know, if you don't, then you're going to be taking Jess' place up there, and all three of us will go at you at once." Cain drawled out, clearly pleased with himself. Kale had taught him well.
 
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The joke was on him. April wouldn't get pregnant even if he dumped a thousand loads in her. But she didn't bother to tell him that. It wasn't any of his business. And she had other business to deal with. Her clit was sending wave after wave of pleasure through her abdomen, and she hated herself for having any kind of reaction to it.

She stiffened as he began groaning. She'd had had enough sex to know what that sound meant and she wasn't looking forward to it in the least. If she got out of it alive, April was going straight to the clinic to get check for STDs. And to get his DNA from his load. A sudden warmth deep inside of her signalled his release, and just in time. She herself was close to having an orgasm, as much as she hated it. Except he kept grinding inside of her, working her G-spot and... holy shit!

Her body convulsed in sharp jerks, her vaginal walls spasming around his large intrusion. Oh no, that can't have just happened! No! She didn't enjoy it, why was her body having an orgasm?! She choked back a sob, falling forward onto the bed as Kale pushed her forward. She twisted around until she was half on her side, glaring up at him.

She spat at him as he asked her to help him open the safe. “I wouldn't even if I could. It requires a retina scan, and not from my eyes” April hissed, pulling her legs up towards herself. She cool feel his load beginning to leak out of her already. It was a disgustingly unpleasant sensation.

Christy pulled back from Jess, giving the other girl a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It's alright, calm down,” she said quietly, before hopping down from the table and making her way over to the other side of Cain. Unlike Layla, Christy wasn't as self-conscious about her nakedness, and wore it like it were perfectly normal to saunter around in nothing but panties.

As she sat down, she shot a look at Cain as he was talking about Jess having no flare for it. She didn't like the way he was talking. And it was soon revealed why.

Jess squealed in terror as the men grabbed a hold o her and began tearing off her dress. It revealed a butterfly tattoo on her lower back, a 'tramp stamp', and a dragonfly on her left hip. Layla let out a gasp as they kept going, relieving Jess of her bra and panties as well. The girl had a ring in one nipple, a diamond set into the captured ball. Oh dear.

Layla's hands were covering her mouth in shock. She hadn't expected it to go that far. A strip dance was one thing, but he wanted to rape them, now? Jess was blathering nonsense, wriggling between the two men. She didn't want to be there any more than Layla or Christy had wanted to, she was just not good at hiding it.

Looking at Cain, Layla's face became crestfallen as he gave her an impossible choice. Let Jess be raped by two men, all three of them take them one on one, or her taking all three. How was she supposed to make that kind of call? Looking at Christy, then Jess, Layla shook her head in despair.

“Me,” she said, barely more than a whisper as she looked down at her hands again. “You leave them alone and take me. I'm one of the hosts for this party and looking after the guests is my responsibility.” She looked at Jess and nodded once.
 
Kale listened to April as she railed at him, adn did the only thing that he could think of.

He slapped her.

The sound of his hand on her face filled the air, and before she could even finish jerking with the blow, he did it again, from the other side. He kept at it, slapping her face back and forth, likely landing hits on each side of her face four times before he seemed to tire of it, and just look at her a moment.

"Guess I'll need my money's worth out of saomething else, won't I?" He said with a nod. On some level, he'd fucked her in a way that let her keep some distance from what had happened. Not this time. He pushedher flat onto her back, and got between her knees, drawing his body up along hers, the coal black skin contrasting on hers enormously, making his hands stand out sharply on her skin. He reached back to line his cock up with her again, ready for what he was about to do, glad he still had her hands tied behind her. With a grunt, he slid back inot her.

From that angle, he didn't slide in quite as deep as from behind, but it woudl let him grind into her clit more aggressive. And when he locked a hand around her jaw, keeping her head in place, he moved up on her, bringing his face to hers, his toned chest pressing down on her breasts. He was going to fuck her eye to eye this time.

Cain cackled as Layla spoke.
"Oh, so brave! So noble of you! I mean-" He was cut off by sharp words from the door.
"Enough Cain." Dale ordered. Cain looked back at the big man with a confused look on her face.
"The fuck you on about?"
"She's honouring hte laws of hospitality for her guests. You're already going to do things to her like she can't imagine. You will not mock her for what she's doing." Dael seemed serious, like there was an edge of anger in his voice, and Cain nodded ery slowly.

"Fine. Layla, get the fuck over here. Boys, hang onto Jess for second." Cain all but dragged Layla along by her arm before stopping in front of the restrained Jess. "Bitch was holding out on us! Still had a diamond tucked away!" Cain announced. Without another word he reached a finger and thumb up, took hold of thhe ring through Jess' nipple, and riped it out. "Bag that." He tossed it to Barry without a thought to the sounds that Jess was making at the pain of what had just been done to her. Karl shoved Jess away from them, onto a couch to nurse her wounds before turning his attention back to Layla, since they'd been promised a prize.

Cain pointed to the table.
"On your knees, right fucking now." Cain ordered, gettign his belt off. Barry and Karl both did likewise, before freeing their cocks, bringing them to bear on Layla. They were all in roughly the same size, being between seven and eight inches long, and about two thick. Barry and Karl each grabbed one of her hands, and lifted it up, putting her hands on theri cocks, while Cain was right in front of her face. "You are going to jerk them both while you blow me. And the better a job you do on this, the easier I'm going to make it on you in the next part."
 
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April couldn't understand why he was slapping her. He was mad at her for not being able to open the safe, she assumed. She pulled her shoulders up around her neck, trying to shield her face from the blows. With each blow, she let out a small whimper of pain. When he was done, both cheeks were bright red. There were even a few distinct finger marks.

She struggled as he rolled her over onto her back, her arms pinned down by her own weight. “Get off of me!” April howled, trying to kick him away from her. But she couldn't get her legs between herself and him before he was inside of her again. “Once wasn't enough for you?” she sobbed, turning her head to the side so that she at least didn't have to look at him as he violated her. Apparently, he had other ideas, and he forced her to look at him, to watch him as he did those terrible things to her.

“You're a monster,” she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut. Her body was still oversensitive from her unwanted climax, and having him in her again, stretching her abused pussy, made her feel sick. Almost without thought she squirmed and hissed with each thrust, just wanting it all to be over with. She just wanted them to take the stolen goods and to leave. But she had no power here, not anymore. Not while they had her sister held hostage downstairs.

Jess sobbed again, though this time it was in relief. She wasn't going to be raped, oh god! Christy pursed her lips and looked at Layla, she sat shaking with the realisation of what she had just offered herself up for. Christy herself was going to volunteer herself up, but the younger Fairchild sister had beaten her to it.

Almost every female eye in the room was on Dale when he interrupted Cain. Christy in particular took an interest. So maybe she was wrong earlier. Maybe Cain wasn't the second-in-command. Maybe it was Dale. And he seemed to have some sense of honour. That gave her some hope, at least, that nobody was going to die that night. She watched Cain out of the corner of her eye, and smiled softly to herself.

Layla yelped in surprise and a little pain as Cain dragged her off of her seat and over to the table, her heels clicking against the floor. She was about to say something about not needing violence when Cain reached up and took a hold of Jess's nipple ring. “No, don't-!” she began, but it was too late. Jess screamed bloody murder as her nipple was torn in two, blood dribbling down her breast and down her body.

Layla had lost all colour to her face and was feeling light-headed as Jess was shoved back towards the couch, clutching at her ruined nipple. One of the other girls, a redhead, caught the injured girl and cradled her. She supposed the other girl was lucky he hadn't just cut it off, nipple and all, but what he did... A shiver of fear ran up her spine.

Not wanting to piss him off, Layla quickly got down on her knees on the table, refusing to look at anybody. Her cheeks were bright red with shame and her whole body shook with fear and helplessness. They were turning her into their personal whore, and she couldn't find it in herself to refuse for the sakes of the other girls in the room.

When she did look up, Layla's mouth feel open in awe and fear. She had fooled around with guys before, but she'd never been faced with a cock so big, yet alone three at once. Holy mother of god! There was no resistance as Karl and Barry took her hands and placed each on their tools. She was too stunned to do anything other than gawk. The fact that Cain's cock was right in her face didn't help in the least.

With a shaky breath, Layla licked her lips, trying to wet them after her mouth had gone dry. Then she looked up at Cain, pleading silently with her eyes for him not to make her do this. She couldn't look for more than a few moments, and sighed in defeat as she looked away. She was going to do it out of fear and desperation and she was going to hate herself afterwards.

Adjusting herself on her knees, Layla steeled herself. Then, she leaned forward and took the head of Cain's cock in her mouth, closing her eyes. She'd do what he asked her to, but she would think about whatever the damn hell she wanted to while she was doing it. Each hand began moving over the cocks she held, her grip relatively loose. She hoped that it wasn't obviously that she was a virgin and hadn't done more than fondled one guy before that night.
 
"Once is never enough." Kale hissed to April as he worked on her. Letting his weight crush down on her as he went, Kale leaned around and kissed the side of her neck, letting his teeth scrape her skin, before biting down on her. He held on, his teeth not quite breaking skin, but as they shifted they left a bright mark on her skin. Grinding his hips into her, Kale took his time a little more with this round. It wasn't enough to simply bang away on her and see what happened, he wasnted to make sure that what was happening really sank inot her mind.

Another thought came to him.

"Hey. Kiss me." he told her frankly. Knowing it wasn't likely to be an easy sell, he continued. "Do it now, and make it like you mean it, or I'm gonna pull out of you and fuck you in the ass." He warned her, backing his cock out of her halfway as a way of letting her know that he was more than willing and ready to do it.

Cain smiled as Layla got started, but he knew that she had to be worried about what was coming. Nervousness sometimes made a chick extra kinky to stay alive, or sometimes it messed the whole thing up because she couldn't get her mind on the job. It was hard to say where Layla was going to wind up ultimately.

When she closed her eyes witht eh ehad of his cock in her mouth, he knew that he was going to have to get proactive with her. He put a hand to her head, and pulled her onot his cock harder, pushing half of it into her mouth.
"Look at me when you work or I'll cut the eyelids right off your face." He warned her with a calmer and more serious tone than he'd used on anyone that night.

The engines shuddered to an idle, the yacht no longer pushing itself forward. That only meant one thing.

They were in international waters.
 
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As teeth scraped against her neck, April stilled, sucking in a sharp breath. Her instincts screamed at her, urging her to get away, to protect her vulnerable bits. Her arms jerked as they dug into her skin, tingles shooting up to her scalp and down into her shoulder and arm. Then her instincts forced to her to hold as rock still as she could. It was a primitive response, to ensure no damage came to her neck. Her mind, on the other hand, reeled, battling against her body's sensations.

As he pulled away, April allowed the breath out, the air cooling the saliva he'd left behind. It just made her skin throb. She looked sharply at him when he told her to kiss him. Her mouth opened to tell him exactly how she felt about that until he threatened to fuck her in the ass. The words died in her mouth. It was one thing to be fucked in the pussy. At least that was made to be penetrated, and could lubricate itself. The ass, however... She knew that would be far more painful. Another choice she didn't want to have to choose.

“I hate you,” April snarled, as if it were the biggest insult she could deal out. For a moment, she only glared at him, wishing death upon him with her eyes. And then, with a grimace, she reached up with her mouth and kissed him. It was aggressive and demanding, her teeth pulling none too gently at his lower lip. He was lucky she wasn't stupid enough to try and bite the damned thing off.

As she was forced down onto Cain's cock, Layla protested, choking on the unexpected intrusion in her throat. She yanked her head backwards, retreating to only the head again for a moment to regain her composure. She did look up at him, frowning as she shifted her knees forward, lowering herself so that she could tilt her head back enough to look up at the man. Couldn't he see she was trying? Her throat ached where he had tried to force himself down it.

Rearranging her grip on each of the cocks in her hands, Layla huffed through her nose before trying again, almost aggressively bobbing her head back and forth, flicking her tongue over the bottom of the head. Her hands worked in tandem, moving in time with her mouth. As she looked up at Cain, she didn't look directly into his eyes, but at the spot between them, allowing her eyes to unfocus just enough that she could almost forget it was him.
 
Kale had to admit, he liked her when she was angry, liked that kind of raw emotion that she was pouring inot the kiss when she bent to task. He had every thought that with a little more work, something to better bring her around to task on a regular basis, and she'd likely be a fantastic lay for him. But right now he had to finish things up. He wondered for a moment if she had intended the way she went at him to be off putting. If so it was the exact wrong thing to do. That kind of aggression the flaring of pain where her teeth were in contact with his skin, it was all that he could have asked for.

He kissed her back, leaning into her, shifting slightly so his hips could plunge into her faster, a little harder, shaking them both with every thrust into her. Each movement forward ground her breasts into his body, and he made sure that whenever he plunged home inot her that he had some direct pressure on her clit. She'd gotten off once before with him, adn she was going to do it again as far as he was concerned. It was a statement on her and the situation as far as he was concerned. He knew he was getting close, knew that it wasn't going to be long before he finished. He was starting to feel it coming on fast, and he picked up the pace because of it. He started to faintly grunt with every motion.

Cain smiled as Layla went to work, this time putting far more effort into it, adn that was something he could apprectiate. Barry and Karl both crept themselves closer, making each hand motion count for a bit more before looking to Cain, silently asking permission. He nodded. Karl went first, grabbing Layla by the head and pulling her off of Cain's cock, shoving his own inot her mouth, pumping his hips into her face a few times before letting her go. Before anything else could happen, Barry did the same thing, dragging her face over onto his cock, taking the moment to aggressively fuck her face a moment beofre letting her go again.

Cain liked the show, liked the moment, but he realized that Layla was going to start getting a pattern if they kept this going, and he didn't want her to be able to get comfortable. So when the others let go of her, he pulled her forward, putting her onto all fours. He nodded to Karl who took his place in front of her, the other man grinning as he pushed his cock at her face. Cain simply walked around behind her, while Barry pulled a hand off of the ground back to his cock. She wasn't going to get any easy out on this one.

Cain knelt behind Layla,and slid the flat of his knife under her panties, cutting them free in a smooth motion that looked like he'd practiced it before. He licked one of his fingers before pushing it along her pussy, rubbing along her, seeing whether she was going to be able to take him right away, or if this was going to be more of a chore than he wanted. As he rubbed, he did stray farther forward, bumping up against her clit, wanting to see just how well she dealt with everything.
 
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Sucking at his lip, April closed her eyes again, willing herself to think of someone else. She didn't want to think of this man, her rapist, while she was kissing him. Instead, her thoughts went to Jason, the guy she was meant to have hooked up with that night. They weren't terribly dissimilar looking, though Jason had more muscle mass than Kale did. She could do that.

It was easier than she expected it to be. Her legs came up, the insides of her knees pressing against his sides, moving with his thrusts. She repeated Jason's name in her head, tried to forget the pain in her mouth where her teeth had cut the inside of her cheeks where he'd slapped her, the deep ache in her stomach where he'd hit her.

As he shifted, Kale became Jason in April's mind, and with each thrust that pushed him up against her clit, her disgust became something a little more tolerable. Her pussy fluttered around his cock as much as the tightness would allow, adjusting, grabbing at it. Her earlier over-sensitivity turned into sharp pleasure, and a small moan hummed into his lips. She could forgive herself for enjoying it just a little, now that she was thinking of someone else. That was her small rebellion.

Layla, lost in concentration of what she was doing, gave Cain a puzzled look as he nodded. What was that for? What was he doing? She resisted for a moment as she felt her head being pulled off to the side. And then she remembered why she was doing it as her eyes passed over the other girls, most of who weren't looking at her out of respect or shame.

She almost choked again as Karl facefucked her. She kept her hand there, moving it further back to give herself enough room to do what she had to do. He felt just as big as Cain was, and Layla was still adjusting to having so big in her mouth. Luckily, it was only a few strokes before she was pulled away to Barry's cock. He was much more aggressive, and she had to catch herself before she accidentally dragged her teeth over the length of his dick.

A small yelp of surprise left her as Cain pulled her forward onto her hands and knees, and she gave him a questioning, fearful look, following him around almost all the way behind herself. Karl's cock brushed her cheek, and Layla turned back to face him, pursing her lips as she looked at it. She'd barely gotten used to how it was, and now they were switching it up?

She took Karl's cock into her mouth, humming a small protest as Barry took one of her hands to play with his. At least it wasn't the other way around. She was sure Barry would have suffocated her with his dick if it was. Asshole.

The feeling of the cold knife against her skin made Layla pause briefly, wondering if he was going to do something nefarious with it. As she felt her panties fall away from her body, Layla pulled off of Karl's cock, swinging her head back around to look at Cain over her shoulder. “What are you doing back there?” she questioned. It surprised her when she felt a finger rub against the sensitive flesh of her pussy, and the not-so-familiar feeling of sexual pleasure curled in her abdomen. As her clit was brushed, Layla moaned, then quickly slapped the hand she'd been using on Barry's dick to cover her mouth in shock, eyes wide.
 
Kale felt the change, teh shift in how April moved. She wasn't fighting him now, no, she was getting into this particular moment. And that was fine by him. He didnt know what had caused the change really, and he was equally certain he didn't care. Her throwing herself into the act added something to it, he had everything he wanted, the level of enjoyment at taking what he wanted, knowing she desperately didn't, but still getting all the benefits of her trying to make it work. He felt his rbeathing gettign ragged, and let out a long, shuddering sigh as he felt himself reach his peak. He shivered, the feeling of it all running through him as he came harder and longer than before, the moment lingering on for him. He softened the kiss slightly, and pulled back from her, nodding as he did. He slid himself out of her.

"Well, there's a good start to things." Drawled in a content voice.

Cain burst out laughing at Layla's reaction.
"Oh ho ho boys! I think she likes it!" He announced. Cain gave her ass a slap. "Don't you worry there Layla, it's going to be so much more than that. It's going to change your life." He promised.

Karl got a hand on her head, adn Barry took a hold of her hand.
"No one told you that you could fucking stop." Barry warned her.

Cain moved himself closer to Layla, rubbing along her clit for a few more seconds, pushing her body along a little before he knelt behind her, nudging her knees farther apart. He let out a breath.
"Oh, this is going to be great for you." He promised with a smile. he rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, gettign himself lubed up a little more than just the results of her sucking on it. One hand on her hip to keep her close, the other keeping himself on target, Cain pushed himself forward, pressing the head of his cock inot her body.
 
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April was almost disappointed when she heard his breathing change, but then she had to remind herself that this wasn't really Jason. As much as she wanted to lose herself in the fantasy, she didn't want to have another orgasm because of him. She opened her eyes again as she felt another hot load gush into her, and shivered in disgust. Oh how she wanted to bite his fucking lip off of his face. He pulled away from her before she worked up the nerve to carry it out.

A sigh left her body and April allowed her head to fall back against the bed. She furrowed her brow as he slid out of her, leaving her with an empty, aching feeling. “How long until you let us go?” she asked softly, turning her head to the side so she could glare at the headboard instead of his face. “My hands are going numb.”

Layla's whole body flinched forward at the stinging slap to her ass. It had startled her more than hurt, but that didn't mean she liked it. She was about to say something when Karl grabbed her head, pulling her face back to his dick. Her hand was likewise pulled back to Barry's. She was just a sexdoll to them, wasn't she? “Sorry,” she half-heartedly mumbled, taking Karl's dick back into her mouth as her hand moved over Barry's.

She wasn't at all comfortable with Cain touching her, and subconsciously moved forward to get away from his fondling. She didn't like, she didn't want to like it. And she certainly didn't want him getting any ideas about what he could do down there.

A hum of protest was let out around Karl's dick as Cain rubbed her clit some more. Layla's body naturally began to lubricate itself at the stimulation, and she curled her toes in embarrassment. Her protest became louder when she felt something else, more blunt, rub against her. She really hoped that wasn't what she thought it was. Her eyes squeezed shut.

The hand on her hip was the only warning she got before he pressed himself forward into her. Layla jerked her head back and squealed in pain, kicking her feet around. “No, don't!” she pleaded, forgetting all about the cock in her face and the other to her side. One hand pushed at Cain's to get it off of her while she twisted around away from him. Tears had formed in her eyes again at the sharp pain she felt in her pussy where the skin and muscle had been stretched to their limits.

“Please, I-I've never-” she started.
 
She was quiter now, not spitting in rage and fire this time, adn Kale could appreciate that.
"Dunno, not sure." he paused, listening. He could hear the sounds of the stero a deck below, and some other faint sounds from there, but nothing that concerned him. He also realized the engines were quiet. He reached inot his back pocket, drawing out a small radio.
"James, you read me?" He sadi into it.
"Loud and clear. We're couple miles into international waters now. Phil's up here with me, anythign you want me to do now?" James answered.
"Head down to the lower deck, keep an eye on things down there and make sure Cain hesn't gone bugfuck on us yet. Lemme know if there's anything else I need to be worried about."
"Gotcha." Kale heard the click of a confirmation, and then turned back to April.

Kale knew logically that there was only so long a yacht this size could avoid notice being gone from it's berth, but there was still time to kill before it became a problem.
"This far out, and since James killed the GPS system on the ship when we left, I figure we got three, maybe four days before anyone comes close to finding us. I'll probably wrap this up before then though, no sense getting too comfortable." He gave her the answer taht came to mind, but he knew full well that would be a bit longer than he wanted to deal with. But having April go over the idea of being here for days on end with someone that clearly enjoyed raping her on a whim would be something that likely wouldn't sit well. "Of course, if we had a big patout, something worth trying to deal with quick, that might get us out of here faster." His eyes trailed back to the safe for a moment, then back to her.

Karl had been smiling as Layla had started to hum around his cock, the vibration adding something to it that he could appreciate. Then once Cain started to get moving, he lost what he'd had, and scowled. Cain kept his hold on her body as she started to thrash at his actions, adn looked to the others.
"Fuckin' hold her." He ordered. Barry and Karl moved, knowing how this was going to work. They'd done this before. They moved tot eh side of her, each one putting a foot on the back of her knee to keep her legs in place, and then seizing her arms. They had been thinking ot not have to resort to the position that was coming, but it was the only way to control her. They pulled her arms out from under her, and put her face on the table, leaving her ass up towards Cain.

Cain grinned, glad that his partners here were well practiced at this sort of thing. With a grunt, he simply pushed himself farthert forward, pressing into her inch by inch, forcing himself into Layla. He felt himself breaking through her, and then recalled what she'd been saying, realizing that she hadn't been bluffing. She'd actually been unbroken before this. There was only one answer to that.
"Oh ho ho! You poor bitch! You must have been saving yourself for a special occasion! I guess this was it, huh?" He announced to her, his hand going to slap her ass to punctuate his point. he laughed harder as he backed himself most of the way out of her and then rammed himself back in. He kept laughing as he fucked away at her, sparing a moment to lick his thumb. He got his hands on her ass, and spread her cheeks apart. "I guess that means that nothing's been back here either, eh?" He asked, his moistened thumb rubbing her rosebud faintly, probing at it.

Phil and James stepped into the lounge, seeing the display on the table, adn both men brightened.
"Hey, we're havin' a party then!" Phil announced, and James only grinned. He could see Jess on the couch with the red headed girl holding her, seeing the blood on her breast, knowing that was likely Cain's work. James reached into his coat, and withdrew his own pistol. It was a larger model than Kale's, looking much more potent adn unpleasant.

"Okay, everyone that's still wearing a dress, I want it off. All of you. Any bitch still dressed in sixty seconds gets a bullet in the kneecap! Phil, start me a count!" Phil nodded, adn pulled out a watch, and nodded. "Starting now!" James roared, sweeping the barrel of hte pistol across the remaining ladies.
 
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She watched him pull out the radio, listened to the conversation he had with James over it. A bolt of fear went through her when he mentioned Cain going 'bugfuck', and her thoughts returned to her little sister. Was everything alright down there? They better not be hurting Layla! April's breathing became faster as she clenched her jaw, her body tense.

Her eyes turned back to Kale when he talked about how the GPS was disabled and he mentioned them being there for three or four days. She'd expected to be held for the night, at most. Memories of her recent raping came to mind, and played over and over again, and she shuddered at the idea that she'd have to go through days of it. All because she wouldn't open the damned safe.

“If I-” she began, wetting her lips in thought. “Got the safe open for you, would that convince you and your gang of thugs to leave sooner?” she asked. Of course April knew how to open the safe, even if her eyes weren't the ones needed to open it. She shifted more onto her side, trying to stop the numbness in her arms.

“You get my sister away from that dog with the knife and promise me nobody else gets... raped, or otherwise hurt, and I'll open it up,” she conceded, feeling the defiance draining out of her like the load of Kale's seed that dribbled out of her abused pussy. God, what she wouldn't do for a shower at that moment. “You're going to need Layla and I both to open it.”

Layla, not expecting to be treated so harshly, squealed as her arms were pulled out from under her and her face thrust into the table below. No, she'd been good! Why were they doing this to her?! “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she babbled, tears blinding her eyes. She prayed he wasn't going to bring out his knife again and use it on her. Gut her, or cut off bits of her or whatever else he had threatened to do if she didn't behave. She'd been good until he'd tried to fuck her!

She screamed and cried as he pushed into her. Little Layla could feel herself tearing around him, unable to stretch and adjust in so small a time. “Please, stop,” she cried, pressing her forehead into the table. There didn't need to be three of them holding her, she was tiny in comparison. She'd be good again, if he would just stop hurting her. The mocking was even worse. Did he think she was lying about being a virgin? Why? What did she get out of lying about that?

Stars danced in front of Layla's eyes as he rammed himself back into her, and she wailed in pain. She regretted not having sex earlier. She regretted that the first dick to be inside her was this monster's, and not someone who she chose for herself. And most of all, she regretted making it easy for him to do it to her. With each bruising thrust, she whimpered. “I'm sorry,” she cried, in the vain hope that he'd stop. She was rewarded with a wet finger rubbing against her back door, and she blushed hard enough to make her cheeks ache. “Please, no, I'll be good. Don't hurt me,” she begged.

Christy was aghast at what they were doing to Layla. And more, she was angry. How dare they take advantage of her like that! Especially when she hadn't resisted until the end. The knife wielding psycho was on her shit list, and she planned to have retribution. From her seat near the bar, Christy saw James and Phil step into the room, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Here was trouble.

The rest of the girls were extremely quick to do as they were told, stripping themselves down to their bras and panties. A few went the extra mile and took off everything, just to be safe from the brutality that was happening in front of them. Nobody wanted to be targeted after the first bullet that had ruined the stereo on the main deck. Now they were all but sheep, frightened into doing what the were told, when they were told to do it.
 
Kale nodded.
"Probably would. Sure as shit couldn't hurt your chances of us leaving. As for us not hurting anyone else. Nah, no promises there. And I can probably get someone to lay off your sister too, but the others...I can't say 100% that I'll stay away from them. And that is the best offer I'm going ot be making here today. Do we have a deal then?" Kale asked, raising his eyebrows at the end of his question.

He could honestly say that if the safe had as much cash or valuables as he hoped, then he and his crew would likely be on their merry way in no time at all, but he wasn't going ot make a promise he didn't intend to keep. Side effect of wanting to keep Dale around. The big guy wasn't likely to follow him any more if he was too blatant in lying to people that they had as prisoners.

Cain slowed himself down and nodded to the guys. They relxed their hold on Layla, and even pulled her up back oto her hands and knees.
"Yer gonna be good for us now then? Here's what's gotta happen for that. I'm gonna keep fucking you. And you're going to blow Karl. And you'll jerk Barry off. And you'll do it all at once. Otherwise...I think I'm going to switch it up, and start fucking your ass. And Barry is going to fuck your pussy at teh same time, and we'll see how well you handle all of it. Think you can do what your told, be good, and have me take it easier on you? Hm?" He asked her, slapping her ass once to try and prompt an answer out of her.

Phil and James looked around at the sudden forest of flesh, James picking out a few in the crowd that he liked the look of, ones that he wanted to see more of. Phil was checking out the ones that had stripped completely, marking them as the more likely to make things easier on him. The two men approached the girls, eyes picking out the ones that they most appreciated. Phil couldn't help but eyeball the red head helping Jess, but James was looking at Jess herself. He crouched in front of her, a hand reaching out to gently touch her face.

"Gods, what did he do to you?" He asked her softly, seeing hte blood on her chest. James shook his head, his longer than average hair flowing slightly. Phil had often tried to mock James for being hte pretty boy, being better suited to a modeling career, James had simply smiled, never denying it, and moved on. His eyes held what seemed to be compassion for her, and he held out a hand. "Come with me. There's a first aid kit in one of hte staterooms down the hall. Come with me, we'll get you out of here, and get you cleaned up and as fixed up as we can. Okay?" He asked her, not touching her now, letting her make the call to take his hand or not. Phil held back a bit, knowing that James woudl likely be pissed as hell if he showed up to mess with his pitch.
 
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April weighed the options in her mind. Could she trust his word? He was a rapist scumbag and she had no reason to think that he'd be telling the truth, yet alone that he'd keep his word. But if it meant they'd leave and that they'd leave Layla alone... Well, she'd have to do it. “Fine,” she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut as she imagined what her father would say when he found out his safe had been broken into.

“You need Layla for the retinal scan,” April went on, looking at Kale. “And you need my fingerprints. It's a two-way lock, and won't open without both of us.” She wasn't quite sure what her father kept in the safe. He'd always made them leave the room when he'd open it. It was either very expensive, or very illegal. Maybe a mix of both. She was going to have to dent it a bit, make it look like it hadn't been a clean opening. She was going to be in so much trouble when she got home.

Relief rushed through Layla when Cain slowed, and the other two got off her legs and pulled her back up onto her hands. It still hurt like hell, but at least they weren't forcefully holding her down anymore. She listened to Cain, even as her head hung down between her shoulders. Her arms shook, but not from the weight of holding herself up. Her body jolted as he slapped her, and she hissed as it caused her vaginal muscles to tense around Cain's cock.

Finally, Layla nodded, wiping the tears away from her eyes. After regaining her composure, Layla brushed her hair back from her face and looked up at Karl. It was too late to get her virginity back. But she could still distract those three from the other girls. Cain was the one she worried about the most. Without another word, she took Barry's cock back into her hand and returned to jerking it, getting herself as comfortable as she could given the circumstances. Then she turned back to Karl and sucked on the head of his cock, running her tongue along the underside of it.

The crowd of girls pulled away from the two men, parting like waves before the bow of a ship. Only Jessica and the redhead girl were left. Jess cringed as James crouched in front of her, terrified that he'd do something evil to her like Cain had. She was surprised that he being nice to her. The rest of them seemed like nothing more than thugs, but this one...

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Jess nodded and took his offered hand. She was still naked as the day she was born, but he made her feel safe. Christy shook her head, disappointed that Jess would fall for such an obvious ploy. She'd never much liked the girl anyway. Let her make her mistakes and learn from them.

Turning her eyes back to Dale, Christy decided that she'd had enough of sitting at the bar by herself. She kicked off her heels, and with slow, deliberate movements, got up from her seat and walked over to Dale, gracefully sitting her self down on the floor next to him. If anyone was getting hands on her tonight, she'd prefer it be him.
 
Kale nodded, feeling vindicated in his actions. he knew that she could get into the safe. Everything he'd done up until now had been just to make sure he got paid. He looked around the room, seeing what was there. There was a desk phone, and there were curtains set up around several ports in the wall. Not really needed, but whatever, they looked fancy. He saw that they were held in place with long silekn cords, looking like ropes. He went to some, and pulled hte cords loose. There was a fair amount of length to them, and he looked back at April. If she needed fignerprints to get intot he safe, than he could leave her tied like that, since her hands might start to swell, and that would throw off the prints. Still he wasn't planning to escort two women through the ship at once, so she was going to be staying here.

He crossed to the bed, and tied one cord to the corners of the headboard, giving him two lengths to play with.
"Come here. You...are staying here while I go fetch your sister." He told her, shifting her around to loosen the belt off of her arms, before feeding her hands into the cords. When they were pulled tight to her wrists it woudl keep her from going anywhere, but not cut the circulation off of her hands. "Just wait for me here." He told her, taking a moment to pull the cord for the desk phone out of the wall hard enough to ruin the port, just in case. He left the stateroom, heading to the lounge to see what was going on, adn to grab the sister.

Cain drew in a breath, adn looked at Karl, nodding. He usually partnered with Barry in this position, but Karl had gotten into position first. Cain held one of her hips, pushing into Layla again a little slower than before, but when he was buried in her, he kept pushing, forcing her onto Karl's cock farther. Karl had a hand in her hair, pulling her onto him, then lettign up on her, both men backing up. They timed each thrust to happen at once, filling her from both ends at once. Cain let hismelf breathe easily, enjoying hte feel of her. There were few thigns that were quite like a virgin, and he was loving it. He twirled the knife in his hand, letting their actions push Layla even farther, seeing her neck shift as Karl forced himself into her throat for an instant. Not wanting to let her try adn break the moment, Cain placed his knife on her skin, edge down. Light, feathery soft touch, he scraped the blade along her skin, the cold steel almmost scratching along her, not quite leaving a mark, but there was no way she'd mistake it for anything else. He lifted the blade when he got to her spin, and then tapped the point on her skin lightly, trailing it down her back. He timed each time to make sure he wasn't tapping when they thrust into her, not wanting to break the skin really. This was all to make sure she knew that he was ready to hurt her, kill her, at any moment. Barry cocked an eyebrow, adn Cain nodded. Barry reached a hand out, placing two fingers on Layla's clit, adn starting to rub her. He wanted to hit her with as much conflicting stimulation as he could.

James smiled to Jess, and led her away. He actually shucked his jacket off, draping it on her shoulders, a thin layer of protection against hte eyes of the others as they passed from the lounge towards the stateroom. He pushed a door open, adn spied the first aid kit.
"Here, here. Sit down here, and I'll help you." He promised her, gettign her to the foot of the bed, adn letting go of her, taking the kit off the wall. He popped it open, finding what he needed. Sterile wipes to clean the blood off of her, liquid bandage to try and stick her back together, and...perfect, a numbing cream. He took all of them, and approached Jess.

"This will help make it hurt less." He promised her, taking a dap of the cream and gently rubbing it along the edges of her nipple, working his way in, lettign the cream do it's work and spread a cool numbness into the injured region. Once he'd managed that, he brought out the wipes, and began to methodically clean the blood off of her body, convienienty letting him run the cloth along her breasts some more. Finally the liquid bandage was applied, essentially putting her back together as best he could. It wasn't surgery, but it was the best that could be expected on short nortice without much medical training. Once everything was done, he sat beside her, and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Now...I'm supposed to take you back intot he lounge, but...I'm nto goign to do that. As long as I can, I'm goign to keep you away from them, okay? Will you stay here? With me?" he asked her, a hand gently touching her cheek, turning her face to his, leaving them close to one another, but not close enough to be considered too suggestive. The next move was hers, adn it would determine a lot of what happened next.

Dale looked at Christy as she sat beside him. He wasn't 100% sure why, but it didn't matter. Kale appeared i the door, his pants now closed, his cock away, adn looking pleased with himself. He did a double take at seeing the sea of naked flesh, and the show ont he table.
"Great. The one bitch I need to borrow, and she's busy." He muttered. Phil was advancing on Christy, remembering her, and wanting to see about picking up where he'd left off. Kale put a hand on his shoudler. "What's got you lookin' like you need to hit somebody?" Phil nodded to Christy.
"Bitch didn't show respect. Can't let it stand Kale." Kale nodded.
"So you want her punished? You want to hear her screaming?"
"Fucking. Right."
"Okay. But you suck at that shit, so I'm going to do this right. Dale, take this bitch down the hall to a stateroom. Close the door, adn I want to hear her screaming from down here, you got it?" Dale looked at Christy, then back at Kale, and nodded. He reached down to put a hand on her shoulder, ushering her up to her feet.

"Come on. You know the way." Dale said calmly, the beginnings of a plan coming to mind.

"What about me?" Phil asked. Kale looked into the crowd, and saw a few girls. He pointed to the red head that had been with Jess, and then to a girl with some of the longest black hair he'd seen.
"You two." he jerked a thumb at Phil. "You two are going to both blow him at once. And you're going to do a damned fine job of it all, or it's going to go way worse than it is for her." He gestured to Layla as a point of reference. Phil grinned, and freed his cock, sitting on a couch, and leaning back, his arms spread to make sure that they woudl have enough room to work.
 
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April sighed in relief when Kale nodded. He was going to save Layla from those brutes downstairs. Not that she thought much better of him, but she had to trust that he'd keep his word, for her own sanity. She followed him with her eyes as he went over to the silk cords that held the curtains in place. What the hell is he doing? she wondered. When he pulled them loose, April pushed her elbow underneath herself, propping herself up a little. “What's that for?” she asked suspiciously.

Her answer was to be released from the belt, and then subsequently tied to the bed. Her arms and hands had a flood of pins and needles as blood started to flow back into them. It was more comfortable than the belt by far, but did he really expect her to just lay there and wait for him to come back with Layla? How was she supposed to do that? She was worried when he pulled the phone cord out of the wall. Help wasn't coming that way, then. When the door shut, she let out a loud “Fuck!”

A thin layer of sweat had formed on Layla's skin, in part due to the pain she was feeling, and in part due to her fear of Cain. It still hurt her monumentally when he pushed in, but at least they weren't holding her down this time. The way Cain kept pushing her forward puzzled her until she realised that he and Karl were working in tandem to be inside her at the same time. Each time they did, she choked on Karl's cock, unused to having something so big pushing so far into her mouth. When it pushed past her tongue and into her throat, Layla instinctively tried to pull away.

And then she felt that goddamned knife again, lightly trailing against her skin. She had to blink back tears that formed in her eyes, and instead of pulling back all the way like she desperately wanted to do, Layla instead swallowed, trying to work the muscles of her throat to prevent herself from gagging. She wasn't wholly successful, and her throat spasmed, trying to push Karl's dick out. Luckily, Cain pulled back just before she was about to bring up the cosmo and she was able to keep herself in control.

She hummed again as she felt fingers toying with her clit, mixing pain with unwanted pleasure. They couldn't just fuck her and be done with it. They had to try and make her like it too. Layla looked up at Karl as they fucked her from either end, hand still working Barry's dick, and focused on the point between the man's eyes like she'd done with Cain. Her eyes glazed over and she forced herself to focus on that one sensation.

Thankful for the offered clothing, Jess clutched the jacket around herself, huddling under the false sense of security that James was giving her. She went with him, docile as a lamb, eager to be away from the rest of the bad guys and the bad things they were doing. As they entered the stateroom, she sat on the end of the bed as he went looking through the first aid kit. She still clutched at her wounded nipple, hunching down over herself as she processed what the hell was happening to them.

She looked up when James came back with medical supplies. When he mentioned that the cream would make it hurt less, she sat upright to let him do his thing. What surprised Jess the most was that it actually seemed to work. She'd heard that numbing creams were rubbish and didn't really work. As James did the rest, Jess looked away, intimately aware of how close he was to her naked body.

When he was finished, Jess allowed him to turn her face towards him. She looked up at him with big hazel eyes, full of trust and naivety. For a moment, a small voice in the back of her mind warned her not trust him. But she ignored it. Of course she could trust him, why else would he help her? “I would like that,” Jess said quietly, gently placing one hand on his chest.

Christy stared Phil down as he advanced towards her, chin up defiantly. She wasn't scared of him. Cain, maybe, but not some twat who thought to beat her for not showing him her tits. What did scare her was the fact that Dale was chosen to make her scream. She looked up at the big man when he ushered her to her feet. Well, she did choose him. As casually as she could manage, Christy got to her feet and looked at Dale. “I suppose I do. Don't pull your punches, big guy, because I won't be pulling mine,” she muttered to him before turning around to to head down the hall in the direction of a stateroom, popping her knuckles as she went.

The girls that Kale pointed out, Lien and Avery, looked at each other, then at Layla when Kale gestured to her. Oh shit. Neither girl was a stranger to sex, but neither of them wanted to pleasure a man who was part of the group holding them hostage. But then, neither girl wanted to be in Layla's position, either. Avery, the redhead girl, started first, putting a hand on the base of his cock while she started at the top with her mouth. Lien started by fondling his balls through his pants, licking at any exposed cock that Avery couldn't fit in her mouth.
 
Karl grinned, actually shuddering a little when she swallowed against his cock, loving the feeling of it all, and he knew that at this rate, especially when she started humming again, that he wasn't going to keep lasting. Whether she'd done this part of thigns before or not, she had some skill at it. Good enough for him. He looked down at her as she worked, surprised to find that she was looking at him. Maybe she was a faster study than he'd thought. He smiled at her, a kind of active encouragement. He could get used to this, and he understood why Barry tried to stay better friends with Cain if this was how they shared moments like this.

Cain laid the cold steel of the knife against Layla's back, and slid it up her skin, back towards her shoudlers. The steel left a faintly chilled trail on her body, one that got wasier to bear as it went as the steel warmed under the constant contact with her skin. The blade reached her bra, adn he slid the blade under one of the shoulder straps. He deftly cut it free, followed by the other. He casually cut the main strap off, the knife nearly cutting into her skin that time, leaving a faint red scratch on her body. As Cain kept working on her, he leaned forwad, lettign him push into her a little harder, a little faster, and he blew at her back, starting to dry small patches of her sweat slicked skin, patches of goosebumps raising from his actions.

Barry was happier witht he show he was getting as opposed to the handjob, but it was all good to him. He wasn't without some logic, knowing that Layla was doing her best, and since he wasn't across fromCain for a change, he coudl actually feel a touch of sympathy for what was happening to her. It didn't make a difference, but he kept thinking that he wanted her to get off, not just because of what it might do to her perception of everything, but that it would be good for her. Sort of. Well, the more he thought about it, not really, it was likely to be more traumatizing and mentally damaging than anything, but he didn't slow his work on her clit. As the bra came loose, he reached a hand around, cupping one of her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers, massaging her to try and maximize her stimulation.

Physical contact was a good sign to James. She was touching him, and he could use that. He turned his torso a little more to face her more directly, and his free hand slipped under the jacket to touch the side of her torso. His fingers were a light touch, gentle, faint, but he smiled at her words. She wanted to stay here with him. His free hand cupped one of her cheeks, looking her in hte eye with concern, even a little regret. He knew the numbing cream was likely to keep things pretty well under control, but there had to be a little residual there. And it was in that place he made his play.
"You still hurt a little bit don't you? I'm sorry all that happened to you Jess. If you're staying here with me...let me help you. Let me take the pain away, and..let you feel...good for a change." he told her, using the hand on her side to pull her a little closer to him, bringing his lips close to her, not makign that final contact, but very nearly, close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips. This was the moment of truth. If she finished the motion, started things off, then he'd be in business proper.

Dale let her make her move, and it was all the better as they went to his mind. He closed the door behind them once they were inside, adn even turned the lock to make sure no one barged in. He had one fist clenched, but raised the other hand to forestall her attacking him. He knew that the fight wouldn't be long, even if she was a scrapper. He outweighed by likely close to two to one, and no fight in those terms went well for the smaller person. But there was another way.
"Hear me out. Kale said he wanted to screaming loud enough to hear. He never said how I had to get those screams from you. So I can do like expected adn break parts of you that you find important. Or I can find more...enjoyable ways to make you scream for other reasons. Really, I'll say that this is your call to make."

Phil smiled down as both girls bent to task quickly. He wasn't sure if they'd ever done this sort of thing, but he was happy to let them experiment. he moved his hands off of the couch, and let them rest on both of their heads, a way fo keepign htem on task, adn also of being able to help force the issue if they tried to back out of things.
 
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Layla yelped around Karl's cock as the knife left a scratch on her, pulled out of her concentration on Barry's fingers at her clit. What did she do to deserve that?! She was being good! She jerked Barry's cock a little faster while trying to find a way to do a better job on Karl. The stinging feeling of the shallow scratch on her back was more than enough motivation for her to get creative. Whenever she got close enough, Layla stuck her tongue out below Karl's dick to leave a little lick at the top of his balls. Anything to stop Cain from cutting her again.

She grunted with each thrust as Cain pushed in harder and faster. The goosebumps that raised on her skin sent tingles up and down her spine and she couldn't tell if they were pleasant or unpleasant. The feeling of Barry cupping her breast and playing with her nipple, on top of the stimulation to her clit confused her even more. She could feel something happening deep in her abdomen, but she didn't know what it was. She didn't know an orgasm was about to be ripped from her body, demanded by Cain's cock and Barry's fingers.

Jess's breath hitched as she felt James' hand on her side. She was still expecting pain or force, even though this was James, the nice one. The little voice began talking louder, cautioning her to be very, very careful. As he began speaking about making her feel good, the voice began shrieking. “Get out of there, you fool!” it screamed, rattling around inside her head. Jess frowned as he leaned closer, lips so close to her. This situation felt so similar. She'd done it plenty of times before. But someone had just threatened to rape her and here James was, making a move on her! She pulled her hand away, leaning back a little as she looked at him. “You don't really care about me, do you?” Jess asked, quietly, scared he'd lose his shit.

As soon as the door closed, Christy whipped around, fists up and ready to start smashing in a nose and a voicebox. She was no fool, he could crush her if he wanted to. But she was quicker, and if she got the first few blows in, she could have a chance. She was surprised to see Dale wasn't coming at her. Oh? What was going on here?

When Dale was finished talking, Christy threw back her head and laughed. It was a deep, throaty laugh of surprise and relief. When she finally stopped, she shot him a lopsided grin. “It's my call, huh?” she asked, toying with her hair as she looked him up and down. He was certainly a big lad and she wasn't sure she could fight him off well and proper anyway. “And what if I wanted to make you scream, hmm?” she teased, backing herself up to the bed.

When she hit the mattress with the backs of her knees, Christy plonked herself down on top of it and looked up at Dale as she crossed one leg over the other. “Do I at least get to see what I'm working with first? Or are you more of a surprise kind of guy? Because I, for one, never back down from a challenge.” She began unhooking her bra, and like she'd done with her dress, she threw it at the big man.

As Avery pulled herself off of Phil's dick with a resounding 'pop', Lien took her turn sucking on it, almost immediately deep-throating it. When she came back up, both girls put their hands on his cock, stroking it together as they began making out with each other. They'd done this kind of thing together before, so falling into a familiar pattern wasn't hard. Especially when their survival depended on it.
 
Karl felt a flutter of fear when she yelped, worried she might instinctively bite down or the like, but she avoided that. As she used her tongue on him more aggressive, he let out a groan, raising a hand to Cain. The other man nodded, and they both thrust home at once. Karl shoved hismelf as deeply into Layla's throat as he could, and gave a long shuddering orgasm, shooting his load right down her throat. He only held himself there for a few seconds before pulling out of her mouth, letting her breathe properly again.

The sight of it was enough for Barry to fell himself getting off, spraying his seed along her arm as he finished. He also stepped back, leaving Cain to finish up with her. And Cain was going to.

He reached around her body, one hand snaking across her breasts, pulling her up to put her back to his chest. He squeezed one of htrem, amssaging it, working on her, while he took over Barry's task, rubbing her clit with all he had, bringing her as high as he could manage, but from here, he knew what else was about to happen.
"You ready for me then Layla? Ready for what I'm about to give you?" He whispered to her, feeling himself on the edge, starting to swell inside of her.

James cocked his head, looking at her, giving her that little bit of extra distance between them. Too fast. He'd pushed just a little too fast.
"You don't trust me." It wasn't a question. He didn't let the words hang in the air for long. "I don't blame you. After everything that you've had to go through today, and how much Cain hurt you. But not caring about you? Jess, I didn't have to bring you in here. I didn't want to see you get hurt anymore. I wanted to keep you safe. I just...I wanted to help you forget being afraid for a little while. And that is all I wanted to do for you." he explained, keeping his voice soft, hoping aginst hope that no one tried to barge in, but he doubted it. Everyone seemed occupied right now. And with a dash of luck, he might be soon.

Dale had a smile of his own when she laughed, when she seemed to almost dare him to come for her, to show her what he was going to do. He caught the tossed bra easily, holding it in one hand briefly before letting it fall. He shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall, befor pulling his shirt off. The muscle he showed wasn't sculpted for the competition, it was the kind gained from heavy lifting, honest work and often violence. A few scars pocked his torso, a legacy of fights won and lost. He moved closer to the bed, knowing what was coming, and popped his jeans open.
"If you think that you can make me scream, then you're welcome to try." he told her, that smile still on his face as he pushed his jeans down, bringing his rapidly stiffening cock out into the open.

As it reached it's full hardness, Dale aimed his cock at Christy, the full size of it apparent, nearly eleven inches long and three thick it was a monster to be sure.
"Think you can handle it?" He asked her, his very tone a challenge.

Phil had a smile on his face that looked positively stupefying. He was the youngest of the bunch, had the least experience, and barely knew what to make of the show he was getting. He was already breathing hard when he felt Lien deep throat him like it was effortless. The girl could suck a golfball through a garden hose! As they moved to a dual handjob while they made out not a foot from his face, Phil leaned his head back with a loud groan. He knew this was more than he'd bargained for, was going to be more than he could stand for very long.

Kale shook his head. it was a helluva a show to get, but he'd known Phil would be able to stand it for long. Guy had a long way to go before he could call himself a real member of his crew, and one of those things was to not blow so easily. Poor bastard.
 
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Layla hummed a protest as Karl suddenly thrust deep enough to penetrate her throat, triggering a gag reflex. She squeezed on her spare thumb, trying to keep herself from making a mess. Her control nearly went out the window as she felt a hot mess in the back of her throat. She instinctively swallowed. Did he just...? When he pulled out, Layla gasped for breath, letting her head fall to hang from her shoulders. She felt disgusted with herself.

To add to that horrible feeling, Barry shot his load over her arm, hot and sticky against her skin. Layla let go as soon as he'd stopped, holding her arm away from herself so that she didn't have to touch it with any other part of her skin.

She whimpered as Cain pulled her upright, still very much tender as he fucked her broken pussy from a new angle. The hand that had been supporting her grasped onto his arm, fingers curling around his wrist. Layla could only groan when he asked if she was ready. She didn't have birth control, but she didn't want to piss him off and pull away. “Please,” she breathed, not sure exactly what she was asking for. Her whole body tensed suddenly as the combination of clit stimulation and his cock rubbing against her virgin g-spot became too much, and her body tore out a painful orgasm.

Unsure of what to make of what he was saying, Jess bit her lower lip and looked away from James. “I-I'm sorry, I know you didn't have to do those things for me,” she started, looking back up at him. “I'm just really scared, and I don't know what to do.” Her eyes began to water and her body began to shake. Before she really knew what she was doing, Jess threw her arms around James' neck and buried her face in his chest, sobbing. She was careful not to press her injured nipple against him, still very sore and sensitive. “I just want to go home.”

As Dale stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, Christy perked a brow in appreciation. She let out a small 'hmm' as her eyes roamed over the scars of his body, wondering at the stories behind them. If she ever got the opportunity, she'd be sure to ask him. As he approached the bed, Christy's eyes dipped to where he worked with his hands to undo his jeans, revealing himself to her. Her face changed from grinning, to wonderment, to awe within the span of a couple of heartbeats.

“Oh... oh my,” she breathed, biting on the tip of her thumb nail in thought. “Where were you hiding that?” she asked incredulously as she looked back up at Dale's face. She looked at it again when he asked if she thought she could handle it. His challenging tone stoked the already burning desire to conquer his monster of a cock. She slid off of the bed and came to her knees before him. Spitting into her left hand, Christy took Dale's cock and began stroking it, wondering how the fuck she was supposed to squeeze that into her vagina. “Challenge accepted.”

Avery pulled away from Lien and turned to Phil, fluttering her eyelashes at him. As Lien went back to sucking his dick, occasionally deep-throating him, Avery gently took one of his hands and pressed it to her breast, making sure he could feel how hard the cool air was making her nipple. The redhead leaned towards him, only hesitating for a moment, and began kissing the corner of his jaw, making her way down to his neck.
 
Cain just grinned as he felt Layla locked up around him as everything finally overtook her. Frankly she'd lasted longer than he'd expected her to. That last word she breathed to him though, he heard it.
"Okay." He breathed back. And he ground into her as he came, shooting up inside of her as hard as he'd ever gotten off in his life. He was panting, breathing hard, and he held Layla ther in his arms, moving his hand away from her clit. He paused to kiss her neck with something that almost resembled affection before lowering her down to the table. He slid out of her slowly, almost like he was trying to spare her any more pain. He rolled her onto ehr back ont he table, adn stood up once he was out of her, and looked around hte room.

He heaved a sigh of contentment, and went over towards the bar, digging around behind it for a drink. He founda bottle of whiskey that seemed like a good brand, and poured out a glass. He smiled at Kale as he took a drink. Kale nodded to him.

Kale decided that Layla would keep for a few minutes, wanting to make sure that she was together enough to actually to the task that was needed. It wasn't much of a mercy, after what she'd just been through, but it was the only one he was prepared to give her right then.

James put his arms around Jess, keeping her wrapped in his embrace, providing a layer of comfort to her, keeping her close.
"Shh. It's okay Jess. It's okay now. We'll get you home sooner than you think. And until as long as I'm here, I'll keep you safe. No one is going to hurt you anymore. I promise." He told her in a hushed tone, doing all he could to try and soothe her. He turned to her head, planting a gentle kiss on her head, a light thing meant more to try and put her at ease.

Dale smiled as she seemed to be up to the attempt, and that made him smile. Many had offered those exact words, nto very many of htem could actually measure up to it. He knew what he was, and what a challenge like him meant. He'd used it mroe than once for purposes that made some people uncomfortable. But here, in this room, with Christy, he knew exactly what kind of thing was about to happen, and he had a mandate, which was to leave her screaming. He intended to do just that.

The way she was starting things off by stroking him like that, he had a good hinch ont he mental process she ahd to be going through. Logisitics. How was this going to work, could she deal with it, and what price would she pay for dealing with it. He only hoped that she nmanaged to keep her nerve and resolve for this. Most didn't. But there was a strength to Christy that made him wonder if this woman here, if she might just be one that actually managed to pull this off.

Phil was over the moon with how thigns were going. When the show broke off, and they each set to a different task, he gasped as he felt his cock getting deepthroated again. WHen he felt lips on his neck, he sighed, knowing that he'd reached his limit, and let himself go, shooting up into Lien's mouth. He let his head loll back onto the couch, he had a dazed smile on his face. Work wel done indeed.

"Heh. Good job ladies, I think you might have broke him a little." Kale mused form his spot near the door.
 
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