Thread: Venture Inside the Devil's Den (Gashnaw and Lagertha)

Alice, was gasping for air. She was too tired to fight, too beat down, and Bryan and his pals with much stronger than she was to begin with. Plus, he had already worn her down in a sense, at least physically enough she couldn't fight as much as she first had, still she had spirit, and she wasn't going to break if she could stop it. Her green hues flickered around the room, the room was well lite, but she saw the feet of the boys around the camera. A girl was holding the camera, a phone rather, a boy on the computer. The boy that had forced her to eat up his cum cleared his throat, nodding his head to Bryan behind her. Sorry. The boy exclaimed, raising his hands in defeat. She's all yours. Alice vaguely heard them, talking about getting an actual camera out, about being online. She knew they were filming this whole thing, for blackmail purposes later most likely, but when she thought about going live.. Are they going to show everyone in the party this? I hope not.. Alice whined at the thought. She heard the boy announce they were live, her muscles tensed at the thought and she listened to Bryan talk, walking around her to announce how excited she was. Alice was not happy, nor was she excited to be in this predicament, and when he talked about her eighteenth birthday, she looked up at him parting her lips to speak since they were now free of the gag. Must to her dismay, he knew her plans before hand, covering her mouth as she screamed in protest, lifting her cum covered face to the camcorder. It hurt, the way he grabbed her cheeks and pulled in her mouth to look at him, the blinding camera in her face, and Alice glared as best she could. Exhaustion written all over her features. The next words displeased her toys and bidding on which ones to use on her? What kind of black market site were they on? What was worse, is she could hear the frantic dinging as Bryan pulled her into his lap, covering her mouth as he rubbed her abused cunt while they filmed her. She squirmed on top of him, nostrils flaring as she whimpered. Five minutes passed, him rubbing her, forcing her to squirm at the feeling of his rough fingers. Her brows furrowed when she heard what they were going to use on her, hadn't the tattoo and lemon been enough? Alice was shaking her head, in disbelief as the pose came forward, after he had tossed her to the ground causing her to cry. She scrambled, trying to regain herself as they came forward, grabbing her and holding her down. One, knowing she would cry out again, covered her mouth as they waited. Alice's eyes darted to the people holding her, eyes watering as they darted to Bryan standing over her in no time with a red knife. She shook her head, kicking her legs as they grabbed them, holding her left foot up to him as she screamed and cried begging him not to, though her words were muffled. Then, the searing blade touched her skin. Her head jerked back as she shrieked against the hand covering her mouth, her body shaking as the smell hit her nose as the sound ringed in her ear, but the feeling was the worst. Her toes stretched out, her other leg rocking around with her arms as she tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. All the while, Bryan laughed at her torment, like she was some amusing animal running around in a pen trying to escape. The longer he kept the searing blade on her foot, the more it hurt, but after a while Alice's eyes had rolled back as she cried. The pose only held her down tighter, the point she couldn't really move at all, only flex her fingers and toes as the girl got closer filming the whole thing.