Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Tamara looked more than a little ridiculous with her discarded clothes piled haphazardly around her legs, bare ass seated on the grimy shop floor, wearing only Tommys faded baseball cap, pulled down over her forehead at a slight angle. Her fearful brown eyes remained locked onto the mans grinning face as if he was the only thing in her rapidly shrinking world at that moment. He was honest with her at least although it wasnt the answer she wanted. When he joked about bringing Mikey in on things, she shook her head vigorously, a quick little no, no, no. Tamara was frightened of them both but of that one especially. In the normal world she might have responded to his nasty racism with a few shouted insults of her own white trash, redneck, micro-cocked hick asshole. Here it was different though. Here he had held a knife so close to her throat that she could feel the metal tip pricking into her soft skin. Here was she more scared than shed ever been in her life. Biting her plump lower lip, Tamara rose up cautiously on her knees and tried to think sexy, although there was nothing remotely sexy about her situation. Her hands slid up her flat belly and cupped her large breasts, squeezing them lightly, thumbs rubbing against her dark nipples. She kept staring at him the entire time, trying to judge his reaction, afraid that anger might suddenly break through the thin veil of kindness at any moment. Leaning forward with a stomach that roiled as if full of slithering snakes, she tilted her head and pressed her lips against his own, the rough stubble scraping against her soft cheeks. Hands slipping down to lightly grip his waist, she let her bare breasts press into him, soft and warm as they flattened against his chest. Shanti cringed when the bottle shattered against the floor but still did not understand the bearded mans intentions. Not until he was pressing the jagged edge directly into her the smooth flesh of her shoulder, causing her to shriek frantically as it drew a line of blood. Her legs began to scissor in the air, her small feet pedaling and kicking against the mans thighs, seemingly to little notice or effect. It was more the shock of the moment that caused this reaction than the actual pain, although there was some of that as well. The thrashing did little but wrench her arms in their crude bindings and finally she stopped, breasts thrusting outwards as her chest heaved violently, struggling to catch her breath again. I I I dont know, Shanti finally stammered as the man dragged his finger through the wound, showing her the tip now slick with her own blood. She knew that wasnt the answer he wanted but nothing else would seem to come right now. In her sudden panic and with a head still throbbing distractingly from the blow shed taken, she couldnt seem to get her brain to cooperate. I dont rememberI mean, wait, wait, she screamed, eyes darting to the bottle neck glinting in his hands, No, please dont! There there, are were on vacation and, and, wewe didnt mean to come here! Well go, were sorry Please! Christy felt almost dizzy from the pain. Both her head and crotch throbbed in a way shed never felt before, not just with an ache but a persistent gouging pain that shot up her nerves. Shed taken some hard hits as an athlete but no one had ever intentionally hurt her this badly. As Brody reached to touch her sore face, she shrunk back, but that was all. The fight had gone out of her with that last flurry of brutal kicks. Swallowing hard and staring straight forward, she reached up with shaky hands to unzip the front of his jeans. Slender fingers found their way into his underwear, extracting his thick partially erect length until it was hanging just inches from her face. She could smell his odor immediately, pungent and musky, it likely being some time since any of these men had properly bathed. Tears welled up in her eyes as Christy leaned forward, still tasting the coppery tinge of blood in her mouth as she took him between her lips. There was no effort at any kind of foreplay, no licking or fondling, she simply began to suck him, running her wet tongue along his underside and being careful not graze him with her teeth. The thought of biting down had entered her mind but just as quickly dropped away as she felt the cool hard steel of his knuckles caressing her cheek. Soon the only sounds audible in the dimly lit bathroom were the lewd wet noises of her mouth plying his fat cock and the quiet muffled whimpers of Christys own crying.