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

Notes Wordcount 602 April screamed some more, her voice cracking a little with the strain as Kale violated her. She clamped her thighs together, trying to stop his hand from touching her. Too bad that she had a thigh gap and couldn't really stop him. She choked a little as her body reacted to his stimulation, her pussy lubricating itself. It made her feel sick. She didn't like it . Why the hell was she getting wet?! Staggering towards the bed, April sobbed, keeping her legs as tightly together as she could. Holy shit, he was actually going to rape her! Stop! she begged, pulling away as Kale shredded her dress from her body. She choked again as his arm wrapped itself around her neck. Was he going to strangle her first? She was forced down to the floor by his weight, and she scrambled to get her legs beneath her, to support her own weight so that she didn't have to lean against him. Hair fluttered into her face as she was pushed forward, unable to catch herself on the bed on her way down. April definitely didn't like the feeling of vulnerability the new position gave her. She screamed again as her panties were ripped from her body, leaving her now completely naked. The last barrier was gone and she sobbed into her blonde strands. No, please! Please don't do this, she cried as she felt the head of his hard, hot cock against her wetness. Oh god, he was going to rape her and there was nothing she could do about it. Fuck! Layla squeaked as Cain took her dress from her hands, discarding it on the floor like it was nothing. They really didn't understand how expensive those dresses were, or she thought they'd be packing those away into their bag of goodies. She folded her arms over her chest, leaning forward so as to hide as much of herself as she could, and bit her lower lip. At least he wasn't touching her, or better yet, touching her with the knife. Letting out a sob as she was yelled at, Jess got up on the table and turned around, moving her hips in little circles. She looked at the other girls for support as she began stripping, trying to follow Layla's earlier example. She could dance, but it was sloppy and amateur and she had no idea how to strip and dance at the same time. She tried to strip her dress off the same way that Layla had, but got the material caught when she tried to turn back around while it was around her ankles. It made her trip, and she nearly fell off of the table. Christy listened and couldn't help but arch a brow at Dale's suggestion of getting up on the stage with Jess. The poor girl looked like she could use help, but Christy was far from willing to put herself on show like that. And you wouldn't? she asked, letting the implications speak for themselves. When Jess stumbled, Christy turned back around and sighed. The girl did need help. Fine, hold my clutch, she said, placing the glittery purse up on the back of the couch as if she really expected Dale to watch it for her. They already had all of her valuables, anyway. Christy stood, raised her hands above her head, and stretched for a moment before hopping up onto the table next to Jess. She pulled the girl upright again, and then pulled her close, putting her lips near Jess's ear. Girl, you so owe me for this.