Pharma

[peterfrisk]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

[Shocker]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

Yet on average 9 out of 10 participants enjoy a gang rape.

[LtBroccoli]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

Yet on average 9 out of 10 participants enjoy a gang rape.

9 out of 10 dentists agree...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags:Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Chekov's Gun
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A new couple shows up at the cabin as everything gets crazy...
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Chapter 52(nosex,setup)




Bianca ran through the basic health checks on their new guest, Kim. She was getting better but still acted a little groggy. The scratches on her head and hands were superficial, and she should be right as rain in enough time for when her friends arrive next door. Kim, for her part, just kept asking questions like where everyone was from and what they did. That’s good, because it helps a person with a brain injury focus on something and keeps them from passing out. But it wasn’t a good sign that she asked the same questions over and over, like what was everyone’s names and where were they from. ‘Once her friends show up, they’ll need to take her to a doctor,’ she thought to herself.

As Bianca stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water for Kim, she heard an engine rumbling, louder and louder as it approached the cabin. She shrugged, figuring that it was Kim’s friends heading to the cabin next door, Sleeping Bear. It was only when the rumbling stopped right outside in the parking pad that she thought something was weird.

“Hey Kim?”

“Yeah.”

“Did anyone see you along the trail before we came along?”

“I don’t think so.” Kim said, her words slow and slurred. Bianca wasn’t sure if Kim was telling the truth that no one saw her or they did and she didn’t remember. Bianca looked around the kitchen for something to grab, just in case.

Just as she located the knife block, she heard a rustling at the door. A key was going into the lock. She sighed. It must’ve been James or Drew or Tommy, and they flagged down a local to give Kim a lift to the local clinic. The only people who had a key were those that belonged here.

That thought changed when a pair of strangers opened the door and rushed in, dragging their luggage behind them. They were several feet into the living room before they even looked around, and even that was a quick pause as they dropped their luggage and made out like horny teenagers. The man was blonde, maybe 5’7”, with a skinny build wearing a baby blue polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and sandals. The woman was about 5’3”, a little on the chunky side with a short haircut to her brown hair that screamed that she wanted to speak to the manager, a white and black striped shirt, black yoga pants, and short red pumps. She had a shawl on her shoulders, but the man removed that. They were halfway to the steps when Bianca finally made a noise.

“Excuse me, but who are you?”

As soon as Bianca spoke, the couple stopped fooling around and glared at her, pissed that she interrupted their private moment.

“What are you doing here, are you the help?” The woman said, almost spitting the last part of that sentence at Bianca.

“Help?”

“Of course.” The woman said, then raised her voice and slowed her speech. “Are. You. The. Maid?”

“Lady, my friends and I have this cabin for the weekend. I’m not the maid and I don’t appreciate your attitude.” Bianca looked at the couple, apprising the situation. She knew a Karen when she saw one, and knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“No, you’re wrong. This is our cabin, we have a key. Leave before we call the cops.”

“I’m not leaving. We were here first.” A few seconds in and Bianca was already losing her patience. She grabbed her phone and texted Morgana.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing? I said leave, now.” The short little brunette took a few steps towards Bianca. As soon as she pressed Send, she stepped over to the knife block.

“I’m texting my friends, the ones who have the reservation for this place.”

“WE have the reservation.” The woman was pushing Bianca’s buttons. She’d walked forward, stopping at the bar ledge.

The man, her husband from the looks of it, trailed behind her. Bianca noticed something on his left hand, like one of those carpal tunnel braces. He approached the bar, trying to keep his wife under control.

“Ladies, listen. I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding here, let’s just find a way to work this out, okay?” His voice was meek and shaky, like that of a man who was used to dealing with a certain kind of abuse over the years.

“I don’t see the problem; this woman is squatting in our cabin.” The woman kept egging things on. More than once Bianca eyed the knives.

“You are in the wrong cabin. There’s 6 of us renting this place. My friends are on their way back, they’ll be here any minute.” Bianca did her best to keep her voice calm. She could recognize how angry this woman was making her. She turned to the husband. “I’m sure there’s some rational explanation to what’s going on.”

“Yeah, you’re in our cabin ILLEGALLY.” The woman interjected. Bianca did not have ‘cut a bitch’ on her calendar this morning but was about to pencil it in. Fortunately for her, the husband spoke up again, putting his left hand with that weird brace on his wife’s shoulder.

“Honey, let’s relax for a moment. I’ll call the front desk, try to find out what happened, okay?” The woman harrumphed in anger as he pulled out his cell phone. While he did this, Bianca called James, then texted Morgana and Drew. She didn’t have Tommy’s number but knew the others did.

Meanwhile, Kim slowly got up and slipped into the bathroom. No one seemed to notice that she was in there, nor notice that her hoodie pouch hung a little lower when she exited the bathroom.


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Morgana and Drew kept walking for a bit, before deciding to stop for a rest at an abandoned golf cart. It was half on the path, half in the woods and looked like the last owner lost his temper on it and kicked it a few times. They wanted to double back and find Tommy and Aislinn, but knew that would be a bad idea. If they went too far back, say before the couple went off the trail, then they’d come back ahead of them and think everything was fine. Instead, they sat in an abandoned golf cart that was hooked up to a portable battery pack.

Drew pulled a water bottle from his pack and took a sip. He handed it to his wife, who took a sip then gave it back.

“How far back you think they are?”

Morgana shook her head. “I don’t know. We were so far ahead they could be anywhere behind us.”

“Once again, she’s the free spirit.” Drew said. Morgy just nodded. “Hey, you okay with them?”

She looked at Drew. “Whatchya mean?”

“Yer mate bonin’ yer sister. You okay with that?” He asked. Morgana shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think it’s the other way ‘round. Besides, he’s yer mate, too.”

“I know. She’d been askin’ ‘bout ‘im for a while, but now that they’re near each other, who knows.” Drew said.

Morgana rocked her head from side to side. “I wouldn’t put too much into it. Her first time in the states and they’re both single, good looking, and on holiday. If they continue things when she comes back in a few weeks, that’s a different story.”

“Yep…Hey, I was thinking, next trip back, I’ll bring some stuff for the house. Maybe a Melbourne Storm sign for the bar, some stuff like that.”

“That’d be nice. Thinking of doing the whole bar in purple and black too? I’m not opposed to that at all.”

“I know. There’s so much to do. Also, which room do you want as your office, one of the bedrooms or one of the rooms on the first floor?” Drew asked.

Morgana thought for a moment. “Not sure. Which one you want?”

“I think I’d rather have the study behind the kitchen, unless you want it.”

“You can have it. I might want one of the bedrooms upstairs to start, just not sure.”

“Why’s that?” Drew asked.

“When we have a kid, they’ll probably play in the family room the whole time by the dining room or in the library. If I’m at home with them, I might want the library as an office but if not, I can use one of the bedrooms. We have 4 of them and only the two of us so far.” She said.

“So far.” He repeated her last statement.

“It’s only been a few weeks of honest to goodness trying, so it could take a while.” She said, grabbing his hand.

“Gotta say, I really enjoy the trying part.” They both laughed at his comment. Drew looked up the path away from the cabing, not seeing anyone. “Oi, thinking what I’m thinking?”

She smiled. “Probably, but not now. We’ll start and that’s when everyone shows up. Besides, that.” Morgana motioned down the path. She could just barely make out someone approaching from the distance, closing on their position fast.

It was James, and he looked like he was exhausted. He was about 100 meters from them when stopped and nearly collapsed. The couple got up from the golf cart and ran to James.

“JAMES! JAMES!” Morgana yelled, closing the gap to her friend in a under 15 seconds. Drew wasn’t far behind her. James took a knee, sucking wind. “You okay?”

“Weird shit, cabin, get back, texts.” James could barely speak, and handed the pair their phones. They took the phones and helped James up, walking him over to the abandoned golf cart.

“Here.” Drew handed James his water bottle. James took several gulps. He took another moment to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Bianca texted. Something weird was going on at the cabin. Some couple showed up, and are picking a fight with ‘er.”

“Like a fight fight?” Morgana asked, grabbing her walking stick a little tighter.

“Not yet. She said this new couple says they rented the cabin and they’re screaming at her. I told her to stay calm and we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Shit. We gotta go. You gonna be good for a little bit?” Drew asked James. The older man nodded.

“I’ll catch up in a minute. Just need to catch my breath. They musta expanded the trail in the last few minutes.”

Morgana chuckled. “Sit for a bit then catch up. We’ll let you know what’s going on. We’ll also grab the lovebirds from their little nest and drag them back. Might need some backup if things get ugly.”

“You expecting a fight Morgy?” Drew asked.

“Expecting, no. Hoping, no. Preparing…”. She said as she squeezed her walking stick a little tighter. The pair set off towards the cabin, phones in hand calling and texting Tommy and Aislinn.

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As Tommy and Aislinn cleaned up after their little tryst in the woods, they heard buzzing from their bum bags. She grabbed hers first and saw a slew of texts from Morgy, telling them to get back to the trail and head to the cabin. She just responded ‘K’ and left it at that. When Tommy grabbed his and read the messages, he wasn’t sure what was going on. Everything was vague from Drew and Morgana, something about needing to get back to the cabin right away.

He immediately went into denial mode. They didn’t see Bubbles on the trail, so there’s no way this party could still be on, right? He told himself that it had to be something else, maybe some billing issue and one of the staff needed to see him or one of the neighbors got drunk and shit themselves in the pool? If they had neighbors, that would make sense.

By the time he tried to figure out what was happening and convince himself that something was going on that didn’t involve the Really Useful Crew, Aislinn was already back to the trail, waiting for him to catch up.


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Morgana and Drew were double-timing it back to the cabin. They must’ve been further away from the cabin than they thought when they rounded the corner and saw Tommy and Aislinn just making their way to the trail. They quickly passed them, then waved at them to catch up.

“Oi, let’s go.” Drew said. Morgana held her walking stick in her hand, looking like she was going to use it as a weapon.

“What’s going on?” Aislinn asked as her and Tommy struggled to keep pace with the experienced hikers.

“Got some texts from B, someone’s at the cabin sayin’ it’s theirs.”

“The fuck?” Aislinn replied.

Tommy nearly fell over when he heard that. When he stopped, Morgy and Aislinn both turned to see if he was okay. “Musta been a rock.” He kept walking, but he knew that things were adding up in the wrong column. He didn’t see Bubbles, so he assumed the mission was off, but the crazy shit at the cabin might be part of it. They discussed this part of the plan but as far as he knew, it was off when the couple couldn’t make it.

The group arrived at the cabin in a couple minutes. As soon as they did, everyone entered, with Tommy bringing up the rear.

Morgana and Drew were taking off their backpacks, approaching Bianca and two people that Tommy didn’t know, and Bubbles sat with her back to the rear of the cabin.

The reality struck him and he froze a few feet inside of the doorway. The attack was on.


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James sat for a moment in the abandoned golf cart, finishing the water bottle that Drew gave him earlier. He was in good enough shape that he could’ve made the run without looking like he was about to die, but this helped push things forward. He knew that Tommy would figure out that this was on soon enough, but that they were also too late to stop anything. Bubbles was in position and if the play was still the same, armed. They could overwhelm her with numbers, but Bubbles seemed like the type of girl to shoot the leader then move on to the next in line. Assuming she even had real bullets. They talked about using blanks, but Bubbles might need to shoot her way out if things went wrong. He hoped things didn’t go wrong.

He didn’t know when he’d meet the group on the trail, but knew it wouldn’t be long. He made his way back to the cabin, figuring that he gave everyone enough of a head start to get back to the cabin. The whole op depended on timing. Get back too soon, and the would-be robbers need a new plan. Too late, and the plan is ruined.

James made it all the way back to the start of the path, just outside of view of the house, when he heard the familiar and distinctive sound that only one thing in the world makes. The Ka-Chunk of a pump action shotgun being racked behind him.


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Back in the cabin, things had deteriorated. The woman was yelling at Bianca and Morgana about how they were in “her cabin.” Reality had no sway on her as she threatened over and over to call the cops on Tommy and the crew. The argument almost turned physical when the woman noticed Kim sitting by the table and made a comment about that “slant-eyed druggy whore” with her back to the rear door. Drew had to hold Morgy back from beating the bitch. There were a few more choice phrases thrown back and forth, and the woman found out the hard way that Aussies do not hold back on calling a woman a cunt when she deserves it.

It was Tommy and this new guy, Joe, that eventually stepped in and kept the argument from getting physical. They talked in front of the group, trying to figure out what happened. Both Joe and Tommy had keys for Running Bear Cabin, and the keys matched each other. Tommy checked in on Wednesday with James and they had the room reserved until Monday morning. Joe and his wife Mary had reserved the building back in June for the weekend. Drew made a joke about their kid being named Jesus that went over like a fart in church. Tommy reserved it later on but had the emails to show that he’d already received and paid for the cabin. While everyone else was ready throw down, Joe called the front desk. After calling and leaving a message with them to have a manager call them back right away, Tommy offered Joe and Mary something to drink. Joe hesitantly declined, catching the side eyes glare from his wife. Just as it became awkward, Joe’s phone rang.

“Hello.” Joe said, putting the phone on the table and on speaker.

“Hello, this is Micah from HRM, I’m looking for Joseph and Mary Parker.” The voice was male, and sounded a bit nasally.

“This is Joe.” He said, leaning over the phone.

“Hi Joseph. If I understand this right you’re in Running Bear with your wife right now, along with another party that is renting the cabin?”

“That’s what they say.” Joe replied.

“Micah, my name’s Tommy, I’m the person that rented Running Bear for the weekend.”

“Hello Tommy. I’m assuming we’re on speaker?”

“Yep, there’s a bunch of us here, including two lawyers.” Drew said from the background.

“Okay. Here’s what I could find out. Joseph, mind if I call you Joe?”

“Go ahead.” Joe said. His wife breathed angrily through her nose, and he shrunk down a little.

“Okay Joe. Short version is that you had the cabin first but you were moved after Tommy called and reserved, and you should be at another cabin. Tommy, there’s some notes in the reservation. Did you call in or reserve online?” Micah asked.

“I called in.”

“Who did you talk to?”

“Some guy named Bob, last name starts with a K, German sounding.” Tommy said. He could hear Micah on the other end of the line sigh.

“That explains it. So Joe, I’m guessing that Tommy spoke to one of the senior people in the resort and they booked him into this cabin, and they bumped you to another. You should be in Dancing Elk, but there was a maintenance issue with it yesterday.”

“What kind of issue?” Mary said, the contempt dripping from her voice.

“Trust me, you’re glad you’re not there today, unless waking up to a backed-up toilet and leaking sewage is your idea of a good time. But when Dancing Elk was closed out from the system, it reverted your reservation back to Running Bear.” Micah said.

Joe nodded. “I can see how that makes sense, but how do we fix this?”

“Can you give me 15-20 minutes?”

“Why?” Mary asked. Morgana rolled her eyes at the short brunette and her attitude.

“I need to find a new place for you. It’ll take me a little bit to find a cabin on very short notice. I might have to move a couple things around, but we will make this right.”

“You better.” Mary said.

“We will, ma’am.” Micah said. This sounded like it wasn’t the first time he dealt with a Karen in the wild. “If you two could sit tight, maybe make some new friends, then we’ll get this fixed. Once I have a solution or two, I’ll call you back, then you come back to the main office and we’ll get this sorted out.”

“So about 20 minutes?” Joe asked.

“About that. I’ll call you back on this number.” Micah almost sounded cheerful. Joe was relieved to get a solution in place.

“Sounds good. Look forward to hearing back from you. Take care.” Joe hung up, then sighed. He looked at Tommy and shook his head, rubbing his temples. “Tommy, mind getting me a glass of water? I’m starting to get a headache.” Mary reached into her purse and handed Joe a bottle of aspirin. Tommy grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured him a water from the fridge. Joe popped a couple of the aspirin and washed them down.

“Well, that was kinda crazy.” Drew said. Mary ignored him, deciding to stew in her anger. Morgana and Aislinn looked at Mary, like they were looking for an excuse to pull her hair out. Mary returned the look.

No one noticed Kim sitting over at the dining table all by herself. In all of the confusion and craziness of the arguing and phone calls, no one noticed her text on a small phone that was now in her hoodie pouch, nor did anyone notice that she seemed to be a little more attentive than she was just a few minutes ago. They didn’t notice her stand up after Joe swallowed the aspirin and walk to the back of the room, in front of the door to the wrap around deck.

What they did notice was James opening the door, then walking into the cabin with his arms raised. Then they noticed the three men with guns behind him.



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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

Aussies don’t hold back calling anybody a cunt. Good chapter.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, viol, setup
Content Warnings: Blading and Being a Hero Goes Bad
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Everyone's here as three men and Kim hold everyone hostage...
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Chapter 53(nosex,viol,setup)




It took a moment for everyone to register what was happening to them. Just as the craziness with Joe and Mary Parker, actually Joe and Mari Collins, settled down the door opened and James was forced inside by three men in ski masks, camo shirts, and guns. There was a brief moment of confusion as everyone in the cabin looked to the door and saw James, their tough and brutish friend, being forced into the cabin with his arms up in the air. As soon as he was a few feet into the living room, he fell to the ground. No, not fell. Pushed. Whatever was behind him pushed him and he barely caught himself from smacking his face off the coffee table.

The first one in the cabin to notice something was amiss was Bianca. She’d just come out of the bathroom moments before the door opened. As soon as she saw James hit the floor, she looked up and saw the first of the armed men pointing an AR-15 at her. She screamed.

“NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” A second man yelled, this one holding a pump-action shotgun. He scanned the room left to right, then walked to the right. A third man stood back by the door, he had a pistol in his right hand.

Morgana screamed. Drew tackled her to the ground, covering her with his body.

Aislinn immediately turned and ran to her left. That’s when she heard the shot come from in front of her. She jumped backwards, landing awkwardly on her ass then curled up into the fetal position. It was only then that she realized the shot didn’t hit her. She looked up through the crook of her elbow as her hands covered her head and saw who fired at her.

It was an Asian woman with pink hair. The one Bianca and Morgana said they found on the trail injured from a head wound.

“Don’t even think about it, bitch.” She said, pointing a pistol at her. Aislinn curled up further, praying silently.

“I SAID NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” The one with the shotgun yelled, this time pointing his gun at Tommy, Joe, and Mari. “HANDS UP, ALL OF YOU! I WANT TO SEE EMPTY HANDS IN THE AIR!” The three near the kitchen raised their hands, all of which were empty. He looked over to Bianca, who froze with fear. Her phone was in her hand. “PUT IT DOWN BITCH, NICE AND SLOW!” Her hands shook as she placed the phone, face down on the kitchen counter. “ON YOUR KNEES!” Bianca fell to her knees, hands up in the air. The man with the AR-15 trained it on her.

The three men and the Asian woman looked around the living room. Everyone there was subdued.

“Anyone else?” The man with the shotgun said, looking around the living room.

“That’s everyone. Bianca was the last one coming out of the bathroom.” Kim said, still pointing her gun at Aislinn.

“Keep the gunfire to a minimum going forward, we’re not trying to draw too much attention.” The man with the shotgun said.

“Copy that.” Kim replied.

“Any of them carrying?” The one holding the pistol by the door spoke.

“Don’t think so. Should check’em anyway, but don’t think so. Bianca was taking a shit and didn’t have anywhere to hide a piece. The three on the ground over here are Aussies. If that fucking Karen was carrying she’d already pulled it on someone. Her husband is a spineless little shit with carpal tunnel, and that Clark Kent looking mother fucker, I’ll check’em myself.”

“Good job, what do they know, what do we know?” The man with the pistol asked again.

“I told them to call me Kim. You met James outside, older man from Australia. Bianca’s the mom of the group, was very trusting and very open. Think those two are hooking up. Morgana and Drew are the married couple huddled together on the ground, working down in Harbor City but from Melbourne. Same with the sis, Ashly or Aislinn, some shit like that. She’s fucking Tommy, the Clark Kent looking fucker. Mr. and Mrs. Karen over there by the eat ledge are Joe and Mari Parker. Tommy rented the place. The Karens are here because some dipshit at the front desk can’t read a fucking email. And Mari’s a racist fucking bitch, too.” Kim said, keeping a level eye on the room.

“Really?” Pistol man asked again.

“Yeah, called me a slant-eyed druggy whore.” Just as Kim said that, she pointed her gun right at Mari. Mari, for her part, looked away towards Joe. “Keep your hands where I can see them, Karen, or the only manager you’ll be talking to is God.”

“Please don’t kill us, please don’t kill us.” Mari muttered.

“Shut up. Here’s what’s gonna happen.” The man with the pistol spoke. “My friend with the AR over there, he’s gonna check out this place, make sure no one is hiding. Bianca, is anyone else in this place?”

“No.” She said, her voice shaking.

“You willing to bet your life on it?”

“I swear, no one else should be here.”

“I heard a should in that sentence. He’s gonna check the rest of the place, make sure we’re alone. I hear him fire, we open fire on all of you. Got it?”

“No one else is here, I swear.” Bianca said, on the verge of a breakdown.

“Dave, check out the other rooms, basement first. According to the web there’s a couple rooms down there, and a couple upstairs.”

“Got it Dave.” The man with the AR said, dragging his voice down deep into the bass range. He walked past Bianca, checking the half bath behind her, then doing a quick sweep of the bedroom and attached bath on the first floor, James’s room. He came out of the room. “Clear, going downstairs.” He went down the steps.

Seconds felt like an eternity to the hostages in the living room. They hoped and prayed that there wouldn’t be any gunfire from the basement. Drew held on to Morgana for dear life, and she did the same. Aislinn was crying on the floor, praying herself even though she wasn’t religious.

“Clear downstairs, heading upstairs.” The man with the AR said, once again with a very deep voice. He soon walked up the steps, then walked around the two bedrooms on the top floor.

Drew paid extra close attention to everything he heard and saw, and tried to run through everything in his mind. ‘Two men called each other Dave, so they’re probably fake names, along with Kim. Kim fired at Aislinn and missed from close range, so it was either a warning shot or shitty shot. One man back by the front door, the one with the shotgun stood over them. Jesus’s parents were back by the counter. Tommy and James were pretty calm for the most part, but they’re Yanks and probably used to this shit. The Fake Name Dave upstairs sounds like he’s wearing boots and shotgun boy definitely is. How the Hell we getting out of this mess?’

“Clear upstairs, coming down.” The deep voice from the man with the AR bellowed from upstairs. A few more footsteps and he was downstairs with the rest of them.

“Find anything interesting?” Pistol man asked. The man with the AR whispered in his ear. Pistol man nodded. The man with the AR slung the weapon over his shoulder and walked to the dining room, grabbing a couple chairs. “Okay. We got a bunch of white people up from the city on vacation. That means phones, wallets, watches, car keys, all the shit you got on you goes in a box. My friend Dave will guide each of you to the living room. You will take a seat and wait patiently. If you try any shit, remember there are four of us with guns and eight of you. You try to be a hero, someone else suffers.” AR man continued dragging chairs over until all eight of them were in the living room. He then grabbed a box normally used for some cute little knick-knacks and walked around the room, stopping before each person. The man with the shotgun followed, keeping his weapon pointed at each person as they made their rounds.

“You first James. You’re the closest.” The man with the pistol said.

James slowly stood up. “I’m reaching into my pocket with my left hand and grabbing my phone.” He said as he methodically reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. Once that was done, James took a seat in the first of the 8 chairs set up in the living room.

“Bianca, you next. Grab your phone and walk over here.” Bianca grabbed her phone off of the counter and walked on trembling legs over to the men. She put her phone in the box, then sat down in the chair next to James. She tried to avoid any looks from the men, but got the distinct impression that the man with the shotgun was staring at her.

“Ashley, whatever your fucking name is, you’re next.” The pistol man said. Aislinn was mumbling to herself and frozen in place until Kim came over and kicked her in the side. She screamed.

“Get up you whiny cunt.” Kim said as she jammed her gun into Aislinn’s side then grabbed her hair with the other hand, pulling her head up. Aislinn screamed, but Kim pulled until Aislinn sat up. “Get up bitch.” Kim said, pulling Aislinn’s hair. The Aussie woman could either lose a handful of hair or stand. She stood, tears running down her face. “Go over there.” Kim pushed Aislinn towards the chairs in the living room. She stopped a couple meters before the man with the shotgun.

“Where’s your phone? Put it in here now!” He barked at her, pointing a shotgun in her face. She grabbed the phone with her right hand from her shorts and put it in the box.

“Sit.” Pistol man pointed to the chairs and she sat next to Bianca. She sat, looking like she was going to throw up, piss herself, or both. “Drew and Morgana, you’re next, one at a time. No funny business or you both die.”

Drew stood up first, holding Morgy’s hand as he helped her up. The two walked over to the two men standing by the couch.

“C’mon. Keys, wallets, phones, watches.” The shotgun one spoke. Drew pulled his phone out of his left pocket and put his Apple Watch in the box. He pulled his keys and wallet from other pockets and put them in the box. Morgana did the same with her phone. Shotgun man looked in the box and saw Drew’s key fob. “Mercedes, nice. Sit down.” He motioned with his gun to two of the chairs. They sat down, holding hands and terrified.

“Tommy, nice and slow up here Superman.” He began walking and made it past the eat ledge when Kim yelled from by the back door near the dining table.

“Over here, slowly.”

“What’s up?” Pistol man asked.

“He’s the only one I’m not sure was packing heat. I wanna search him. Come over here.” Tommy walked over to Kim, hands up in the air. “Turn around.” She commanded him and he did as she said. She had the gun to the back of his head while she patted him down, then blatantly grabbed his dick.

“Find anything?” Pistol man asked.

“Yeah, but no guns.” She pushed him away, towards the men at the front of the living room. Tommy stumbled for a bit, then stopped in front of them. He put his phone and keys in the box, then sat down.

“You two dipshits, get up here.” Pistol man yelled, pointing his gun at Joe and Mari. They walked forward, Joe with his hands on Mari’s shoulders. They stopped in front the men with the boxes and Joe put his cell phone, keys, and wallet in the box. Shotgun man looked at Mari.

“Where’s your phone?”

“In my purse.”

“And where’s that?” Shotgun man asked.

Mari couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “It’s by the luggage.” AR man, the one holding the box, saw the purse next to the luggage. Mari was about to say something, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, seeing Kim behind her.

“So I’m a slant-eyed druggy whore, huh?” Kim backhanded Mari with her left hand. As Mari fell back, Joe lunged for Kim, ready to hit her. As he did, Kim raised her hand and hit him in the top of his head with the pistol. As he staggered back, she hit him again. Joe dropped to the ground, holding his face.

Everyone around the room looked at the carnage unfold. What they didn’t see was Joe grab a piece of black tape from the underside of his carpal tunnel brace that held part of a razor blade under it before they walked up to the front of the room and see him palm it in his left hand. They also didn’t see him transfer it to his right hand on the ground, nor did they see him slide the razor across his forehead or put the blade back on his carpal tunnel brace. And they also didn’t see him aggravate the wound his hands in the guise of feeling it. They did however see the blood pour from his head as the man with the AR and the box dragged him to his feet and dump him unceremoniously in the chair.

Mari screamed as seeing her husband busted open. Kim pushed her down into the chair next to him. Joe looked dazed, letting the blood flow over his face like a crimson mask. Aislinn screamed as Joe lazily looked around the room at everyone. Mari reached over, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Don’t you have a towel?” She asked pleadingly.

“You got him in this mix, you fix it.” The man with the pistol said. Mari looked down at Joe’s shirt and pants. They were already covered in blood. She thought quickly, and removed her shirt, using that as a makeshift bandage, though when she removed it to see if he stopped bleeding, he was still going. He looked like Ric Flair after an NWA World Title match back in the day. Joe knew how it looked, he could see the terror on their faces. Mari was going to do just a bad enough job trying to stop the bleeding to make it look worse than it was and prevent it from clotting. That, and the aspirin he took a few minutes back would let him bleed out for at least 15 minutes without stopping, and the amount of blood was actually negligible. He knew from his experience as a wrestler years ago that wounds from the top of the head look worse than they are and make a few drops look like a painting, and a few gushes look like someone is dying.

As Mari tried badly to stop the bleeding, alternately applying pressure with her shirt in her hand and releasing and wiping blood away, the group got their first good look at their attackers and what they could do. The man with the pistol seemed to be in charge. He was the shortest and fattest of the three. He wore a button-up camouflaged hunting shirt, a pair of khaki cargo pants, and a pair of slip-off boots. The man with the AR-15 was taller, likely a shade under 6 feet tall and looked like he was in decent shape. He wore the same shirt as pistol man, but jeans and older military boots or work boots that had definitely seen some travels. He filed the shirt out better around the chest and arms, and blinked a lot under his mask. The man with the shotgun was the tallest and skinniest of the bunch. He was a little taller than Drew in his zip-up beige military boots, and his camo shirt was different. Instead of looking like it was a hunting shirt, this camo was the digitized forest stuff the U.S. military has used for the last decade and a half. He also had on the same camo BDU’s soldiers wear. If it wasn’t for the lack of patches, he could pass as someone in the army. Then there was Kim. She hovered around with a pistol keeping an eye on them. She had on a black Adidas hoodie where the logo and brand were in white, gray Adidas pants and pink Adidas shoes. Her pink curly hair and green eyes were likely fake, but a couple tattoos could be seen peeking out from underneath her hoodie.

The man with the pistol kicked the hard-shelled luggage at his feet. “Two questions. One, whose shit is this in the middle of the floor, and whose truck is that?”

“The Karen’s. They pulled up while Bianca was playing nurse. Said they were looking forward to a romantic weekend away from the kids.” Kim said.

“Is that so?” Pistol man, or Sam to those that knew him, bent down to check the first of two bags. He opened it. It was clothes for both of them, including some lingerie and a few sexy pieces of apparel. When he opened the second case, he whistled. “Look what we got here. You two must’ve been planning some kind of party.” He opened it up for everyone to see. The entire carry-on was filled with sex toys, bondage gear, cuffs, ropes, a couple chains, enough lube to grease down a slip and slide, and even a couple strap-ons. As he dug through the case further, he found a couple cameras. “Got ourselves some real auteurs here.”

Mari said something under breath, and the man with the pistol heard it. “What did you say? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY!?” He slapped her hard across the back of the head, causing her to drop the blood-soaked shirt she was using to staunch Joe’s head wound. He slapped her again and again as she tried to cover herself up. “NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!” He walked over to the sex toy case and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from it. He returned to Mari, and grabbed her left arm from her head and slapped the cuffs on her. He pulled her right arm and cuffed it in front of her. He looked at her. She was crying and shirtless, covered in her husband’s blood and only wearing a red lacy bra above her waist.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, then turned to the man with the AR, or Steve to his friends. “See if this douchebag has any tools in his truck. Rope, zip ties, tape, shit like that. It’s a fuckin’ King Ranch so he’s probably never worked a day in his life, but you might get lucky.” The taller man with the rifle nodded, then went outside. The pistol man sat down in a recliner and rummaged through the box of phones and wallets. The man with the shotgun, JC, walked around standing guard. He paid particular interest to what Bianca was doing.

“If it’s money ya want, we can get ya money.” Drew said. He looked around, trying to see any way out of this without more pain and bloodshed. He didn’t even like those two, but seeing them get beat like this, that’s too much. “We can-“

“You can shut the fuck up.” Shotgun man said. He gave Drew a look that said ‘fuck around and find out.’ Drew looked around the room. James was more or less in a daze, Bianca was terrified, Tommy looked like he was weighing something out, Aislinn was in the middle of a panic attack, and Morgana was shaking in her seat. Joe and Mari, whatever their names, were finally quiet. Joe looked like he lost a lot of blood and Mari was finally silent. Shotgun man was alternating between standing guard and eyefucking Bianca. The fat one with the pistol was looking through their stuff, and that Asian girl Kim was circling the room. At some point she grabbed one of the cameras and was filming them. When Drew made eye contact with her, he saw a look in her eye that scared the shit out of him. He knew this wasn’t going to end well unless they found a way out of this mess.

The man with the AR returned, arms full of rope and zip-ties. “Well, looks like Joe here likes to hunt. Found some stuff for securing game to the truck.” Pistol man said. Drew noticed that AR man went out of his way to not talk. Maybe he had a Mike Tyson voice that was instantly recognizable? The Pistol man walked over to Joe. The blood was still pouring from his forehead. Surely by this point he had to be on the verge of passing out. He pointed at Joe’s carpal tunnel brace. “Get that shit off of him first.” The man with the AR pulled the brace off of Joe, then grabbed his wrists and zip-tied them together. Joe didn’t put up any fight. Mari already had handcuffs on.

Kim, or as her friends called her Bubbles, kept an eye on things from the back with the camera. She put her gun in her hoodie pouch as she filmed the group. She looked around and knew that things had to escalate soon. Sam was doing a good job of quarterbacking the show so far, but needed to make a play call to get things going. She walked over to him and whispered four words. “Hero Play AR Drew.” Sam nodded. They knew each other well enough that all she had to say was 4 words to get her message across. She walked around the room, making sure that Drew saw that she didn’t have her gun in her hand, and that it was awkwardly back in her pouch. She saw Sam talk to Steve, who left the room for a moment with his gun. Steve would unload the AR-15 and put an empty magazine in it, making it look like it was loaded. Bubbles knew that her and Steve had blanks anyway, but the soon-to-be victims didn’t need to know that. Sam whispered the news to JC, and he took his shotgun outside for a ‘smoke’. JC didn’t smoke, but they didn’t need to know that, either.

The man with the AR returned from the bathroom and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He took a handful of thick zip-ties and went around the room, starting with Bianca. She cried as he secured her wrists. James didn’t say anything as he was tied next. Coming from the other direction, Pistol man secured Tommy’s wrists. The AR man moved down the line. Aislinn was next, and she freaked the fuck out when he grabbed her wrists. She tried slapping him away, but he was much bigger than her. Still, he was having a hard time with her.

That’s when he lost his balance, and the rifle on his back shook loose.

Drew had taken account of all of the changes in the last few minutes. Kim no longer had her gun, instead she was holding a video camera. The guy with the shotgun was outside having a smoke. The fat guy put his gun down, and the guy with the AR fell on his ass.

He moved fast, acting on pure adrenaline. As the man lost his balance, the AR fell toward Drew. He reached out and grabbed it, catching it around the neck with his right hand. He leapt to his feet, awkwardly trying to maneuver the gun. Bianca screamed as Drew fumbled with the weapon. He never fired a gun growing up, and had only been to a range once with a co-worker who let him fire a pistol and a .22 rifle that his co-worker gave to his 12-year-old son. By the time Drew got his hands in position to use the weapon, the man on the ground was regaining his balance. Kim yelled “OH SHIT!” as Drew held the rifle and pointed it at the man at his feet.

He tried to pull the trigger, but nothing happened. Tried again. That’s when the shot went off. Everyone screamed, but Morgana screamed the loudest. Drew didn’t fire, someone else did.

“Put it down, Drew.” The man with the pistol spoke. Drew turned, and his heart sank. The man had the gun he just fired pointed at Morgana’s head. “Put the gun down right now, or she dies.” Drew hesitated for a moment. “Too late.” He said.

Drew screamed. “WAIT!” He dropped the AR-15 to the ground, nearly spiking it. The next thing he felt was something hit him in the side. Then again and again. Drew fell to the ground, Morgana screaming the whole time. The man that was carrying the rifle was on top of him, punching him in the torso. The door flew open as Shotgun man came in.

“What the fuck was that?” JC said, pointing the shotgun in front of him, sweeping the room.

“Drew here decided he wanted to be a fucking hero.” Sam said, holding the pistol he just fired in his right hand and Morgana’s hair in his left, pulling her to her feet.

“This one tried to be a fucking hero, huh? Let’s show them what happens to heroes.” JC said, as Steve kept punching Drew on the ground.

“Grab his bitch, he wants to be a fucking hero, she can pay the price.” Bubbles said, a hint of glee entering her voice.

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To Be Continued. The action you all have been waiting for starts next chapter...

[Shocker]

What a great way to set Drew and Morgy up, also by my copy you have reached 400 pages even.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF,bond,viol,rape
Content Warnings: Bondage, violence, rape, psychological torture
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Morgana pays the price for Drew trying to be a hero...
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Chapter 54(MF,bond,viol,rape)



“Drew here decided he wanted to be a fucking hero.” Sam said, holding the pistol he just fired in his right hand and Morgana’s hair in his left, pulling her to her feet.

“This one tried to be a fucking hero, huh? Let’s show them what happens to heroes.” JC said, as Steve kept punching Drew on the ground.

“Grab his bitch, he wants to be a fucking hero, she can pay the price.” Bubbles said, a hint of glee entering her voice. She held the camera, framing Sam holding Morgana by the hair.

“That’s a great idea. Dave, when you’re done beating the shit out of Hero Boy, clear the couch. NotDave, crowd control. Babe, you rolling?”

“Have been the whole time, honeybear.” Kim smiled.

JC stepped into position, scanning the crowd with his shotgun. Steve laid in a few more gut shots then stood up. Drew was in a bad state. He rolled over, coughing and crying. Even though Steve avoided his face as best he could, the bigger man definitely didn’t pull back on all of the punches. As Drew coughed, wheezed, and cried, Steve grabbed his hands and zip-tied them. He dragged Drew to his chair and dumped him in his chair. Once in it, Steve then secured Drew to the chair, preventing him from getting up. He pulled out a knife and cut Drew’s shirt to shreds, then sliced a long strip of it off. A slap across the face caused Drew to open his mouth. Steve then gagged Drew with the scraps of his shirt.

While everyone’s attention was drawn to Drew and the man with the shotgun called NotDave, Kim made herself busy redecorating. She dragged the coffee table out from in front of the couch and put it near the fireplace. She then grabbed the pillows and cushions off of the couch and threw them around. Steve for his part was back to securing everyone to the chairs they sat in. He grabbed Bianca’s hands and secured them high up to the top back of the chair, forcing her to keep her hands over her head. He did the same with James, Aislinn, Tommy, and Joe. With Mari, he made a chain of zip-tie cuffs and secured her to the seat of the chair. He knew about her bad shoulder and could see the scars from her rotator cuff surgery. No need to risk injuring her but he still needed to secure her.

Joe was still bleeding, though it had slowed. His shirt was soaked through with blood. Between that and Drew’s bruises developing on his chest, no one knew what to expect next.

That was until Kim pulled out the collapsible bed from the sleeper sofa. Aislinn saw it first, and screamed in panic. She pieced together what was going to happen right as Morgana realized what her fate was.

Sam grabbed Morgana by the hair and pulled her in front of her husband. He was beaten, a little bloody, and bruised all over his torso. He stared at his wife with a look she’d never seen from him before. Sam slapped him once.

“Hey, I got your fucking attention? Take a good look at your wife. LOOK AT HER! Everything that happens from here on out is your fault! YOUR FAULT!” Sam pushed her onto the bed. Morgana yelped as she banged her shin off of the bed frame. “Strip her.” Sam said to Steve. Aislinn screamed something unintelligible. “SHUT THE FUCK UP OR YOU’RE NEXT, BITCH!”

Steve pounced on Morgana before she could get her bearings. Her hands were bound at the wrists so she couldn’t fight off the bigger man. “No, please, don’t, no!” She tried to squirm away, but he was too big. She moved a half a meter before he dragged her back to the middle of the bed.

Her worst nightmare was about to happen. She was about to be raped. And what’s worse was Drew and Tommy were going to see it. Even her sister was going to see it.

The big man flipped her over onto her back, then climbed on top of her, resting on her hips. She tried to move, but felt a second pair of hands on her. She looked up and saw the skinny man, the one who had the shotgun, holding her hands down. To her left, she could see the fat man next to Drew, and behind them Kim, filming them. ‘Oh my God, this can’t be happening, please no, not this, not here.’ She saw Kim hand the camera to the fat man as she went out of her sight. When she looked back up at the man on top of her, she saw him pull a knife out. She held her breath, fearing for her life.

Steve grabbed a handful of Morgana’s black tank top and pulled on it. Even though it looked like it was flimsy, it was pretty sturdy. He pulled up on the tank with his left hand and used his right to slip the knife in between the shirt and her skin. One quick cut at the cup of her cleavage and one more on each strap and he was ready to rip off her shirt. He took his time, savoring stripping her like the first sip of coffee in the morning. After a couple tugs, she was down to her bra. He grabbed her right tit through her bra, and she cried.

He was going to enjoy this.

Her shirt was gone, the rest of the clothes were next. She saw the look of lust in the man’s eyes on top of her and it made her stomach tumble. That’s when she realized a few horrible truths. If she wasn’t already pregnant, then there was a good chance that one of these men might impregnate her. She hoped at this point that the morning sickness from the last couple days was the beginning of a pregnancy and not just a hangover. Morgana turned her head to avoid the lustful stare from the man on top of her, only to see the man holding her hands. Then there was the fat man with the pistol. Hell, even the Asian girl with pink hair looked like she was getting turned on. Speaking of Kim, she was back and setting up a camera on a tripod? The married couple were probably going to make some home movies. She closed her eyes and prayed a little prayer that they just make it through this.

Steve left the bra on for the moment, but just enjoyed playing with her tits. He shimmied down the couch bed a little to get access to the button and zipper on her jean shorts. As he did that, he motioned Sam to come over with a little head nod. He tucked his Glock into the back holster he liked to use and went to her feet. He worked on untying her hiking shoes for a moment before getting them loose enough to slip off. The socks were next. She had pretty little feet. He stroked them as Steve focused on getting her jean shorts off. He undid the button then zipper. He moved and tugged, getting her jean shorts to slip off over her bum. The two men took her shorts off then stood up, admiring their handiwork for a moment before Steve asked a very important question.

“Who gets her first?” He said, dropping his voice low again.

“Rock Paper Scissors. Shoot after 3.” Sam said. “1, 2, 3, Shoot!” He said. Steve threw rock. Sam had paper. He chuckled, then said to Steve “You got next.” He patted Steve on the shoulder, then stepped forward to claim his prize. Sam stood at the edge of the bed and began undressing. He unbuttoned his camo shirt slowly, staring at Morgana the whole time as he did so. She cried, trying to get out of here in her mind. With the last button done he removed his shirt, skipping an undershirt today. Not only would it get in the way, but pulling it up and over his head could risk getting it caught on his mask. His belt came off next, followed by his button and zipper on his khaki’s. He seemed to shrink a couple centimeters as he removed his boots. Once out of his boots, his pants came off and he stepped out of them. He reached down and pulled off his socks. A moment later, and his plaid boxers were on the floor. He stood there, naked except for his mask, stroking his 6-inch cock at the foot of the bed.

He looked down at Morgana, stroking his cock. She wore only a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra. “My my my, you are a sight. I’m going to enjoy this.” Sam turned to Drew. “Hey hubby. This is all your fault.”

With that, Sam was on the bed, crawling up next to Morgana. She struggled to keep her legs together, but knew that it was ultimately futile. She thought back to the attacker on the trail, how she was able to fight him off, but that was different. Now, she was tied up, had nowhere to go, was outnumbered, and her family was held hostage. They already beat the shit out of her husband, if she did anything to fight back, they might do worse to him, maybe even kill him. ‘All that self-defense training down the shitter’ she thought to herself. She refused to look at the fat bloke as he climbed on the bed. He was all fat and gross, probably as old as James, but at least James took care of himself. And the way they played a child’s game to decide who went first? ‘This wasn’t going to be just a quickie.’ She felt him between her legs, then his hand on her panties. Morgana lurched at the touch. His fingers ran over her panties, over her femininity. He was teasing her, toying with her to make this torture last longer.

Sam slid his finger up and down her panty-covered slit for a moment, enjoying the anguish on both Morgana’s and Drew’s face. He kept this up for a bit, trying to elicit a reaction from her. He gave her credit, she was tougher than she looked. ‘Didn’t matter, we’ll break her this weekend.’ He grabbed the sides of her panties and paused before pulling them down.

“Bets on the bush?” Sam said.

“Shaved. Bald like this guy in three years.” Kim said, pointing at Drew.

“Same.” JC said.

Sam pulled the panties down. Morgana knew better than to fight them. With a couple tugs, he exposed her cleanly shaved pussy to everyone in the room.

“Damn. Looks so good, so yummy. Think I’ll have a taste.” Sam said with an evil grin as he moved the panties further out of the way and slid his ski mask covered face down to her pussy. He flicked and licked at her, spreading her lips apart with his fingers. He’s dreamed of this since he first saw her on that security cam footage. He flicked and licked with his tongue, sending disturbing jolts through Morgana’s body. She hated herself for what was happening.

He wasn’t trying to get her off with his tongue, there’d be time for that later. He just wanted a taste of her pussy before she was fucked a dozen times. He savored her flavor for a minute before climbing up from between her legs. He looked at her, enjoying her body. She still had on the black bra. He always enjoyed fucking a bitch wearing her bra, especially with nice tits like this. Plus, he had an idea for it later.

She had turned her head to the back of the couch, trying to block out the world. Morgana noticed the shifting of the weight on the bed. Her rapist was climbing up her body. The chunky man was done eating her out and was now climbing up her body, his gut rubbing against her tummy. She also noticed a shifting of weight where her hands were, followed by a couple plastic zip sounds. Suddenly a hand grabbed her long, blonde hair and pulled it. She screamed in pain. It was the man who was holding her hands. He now had her hair, and turned her head to the fat man’s mask covered face.

“Hey sugarkins, say hi to your hubby.” He said with a sadistic smile. The skinny man turned her head to Drew.

She could see the fear and pain and hurt in his eyes, just as the fat man pushed his penis into her.

Sam relished the feel of her pussy around his cock, the pain in her eyes, and the anguish in Drew’s. He’s dreamed of fucking her for months, and now it’s happening. He pushed his dick in, all 6 inches of it, and rested there for a moment as he savored the feeling. Sam then started rocking his hips back and forth in slow thrusts. She wasn’t wet at all, so he hoped this would stimulate her body to betray her, but frankly he didn’t care. This was the first fuck of many this weekend.

“Damn, she’s so fucking nice in there. Ain’t she a great fuck, Drew?” Sam said, building up to rhythmic fuck of his wife.

Drew just looked on in horror as this fat, disgusting man raped his bride. As he watched, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Kim.

“You go honeybear, fuck that slut real good.” She had Tommy’s camera in her right hand, and another from Joe and Mari set up on a tripod recording. Kim put the camera screen in Drew’s face, zoomed in on Sam’s dick going in and out of Morgana. “Damn, that looks like fun. Remember, if you hadn’t played hero, none of this would be happening right now. Oh, what’s that? You want to see more men fuck your wife? I’m sure we can oblige that. Look, our friend is getting ready right now.” Kim pointed the camera over to Steve, or Dave as he was being referred to. Steve was stripping down, taking off his military boots and his jeans. He looked in good shape for a man in his 40’s. The only hint of his age were a couple gray hairs on his chest and the dad bod where a half-keg took over where a 6-pack used to be. When Steve was down to his black boxer briefs, Kim moved the camera back to Sam and Morgana.

Sam was fucking her faster now. She had moistened up a tiny bit, but for the most part was pretty dry. He didn’t care, this wasn’t about her enjoyment. Not yet anyway. The pace quickened and picked up. He licked the side of Morgana’s face as he fucked her.

Everyone in the room stared on in horror at what they saw. Bianca took account of the situation. Aislinn was in the middle of a panic attack, hyperventilating as she pulled against her restraints and tried not to scream. Bianca could only think that they had to find some way to make it through the weekend. There were worse things than being raped, she knew from experience. She couldn’t get a read on James or Tommy, neither Mr. and Mrs. Karen, though she’d been a lot quieter since her husband bled so much. She knew it wouldn’t stay with just Morgana for long, if for no other reason than how that skinny man kept looking at her. But she would do what she had to do make sure she got home for Sophie.

“Oh, fucking Christ. So fucking nice. Kimmypoo, get ready.” Sam said. Kim moved to a position near the corner of the couch bed.

She gave Sam a thumbs up then said “Ready.” She was pretty sure she knew what Sam was planning, and was right. Sam pulled out of Morgana and shimmied up her body, kneeling over her, stroking his dick with his right hand.

“Oh yeah, look up here baby. Look at me. Looooook!” On the last look, the first jet of semen shot from his dick, landing on her bra clad tits and her upper chest. A few more blasts and shakes and he shot again and again, hitting her on the breasts, the chest, and even her chin. He tried to catch his breath before moving, but eventually climbed off the bed and sat on the arm of the couch.

Steve walked over and slapped Sam’s hand, tagging himself in. He was going to enjoy fucking that blonde Aussie bitch.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

I love this chapter of opening blows, just as a general remark. With those two chapters posted back to back, is it helpful for the flow of repeating the last three paragraphs at the beginning of this chapter. As a serial that works fine, in a book it would be slightly irritating. Not a complaint just something to think about

[LtBroccoli]

I love this chapter of opening blows, just as a general remark. With those two chapters posted back to back, is it helpful for the flow of repeating the last three paragraphs at the beginning of this chapter. As a serial that works fine, in a book it would be slightly irritating. Not a complaint just something to think about

I did that more for the Cabin Party to track when things happen, but for the most part it was just a few sentences later on. I was listening to an audiobook that did that trick each chapter and liked it. Have no clue what book that was, it's been a while.