Thread: Attacked on the Farmland (Cerberus and Tristeza)

Dawn and Arianna's eyes instantly shifted to the boy's form, then to each other, then back to Leto. How many levels of wrong were in that command? Arianna was especially renitent to comply, swallowing dry. Leto was her brother. She couldn't she just couldn't, a cold shiver running down her spine. The sound of her mother's heels on the wood snapped her out of her momentary brainfreeze, helping her getting Leto on his feet, each holding one of his arms over their shoulders. Slowly, they guided Leto over to Dawn's bedroom, the biggest in the entire house, softly lying him down on the king size bed. Mom, what are we going to do? Arianna asked anxiously, looking down to the two of them from the edge of the bed. Dawn had laid herself by Leto's side, stroking his cheek tenderly. We don't have a choice, do we? We do whatever Leto and those soldiers want us to... Lana's words immediatly escaped her without much of a thought, the fear not numbing her sarcasm one bit. How I look? If the shirt was red, I'd be Santa Claus' wife. Katrina glared at her sister, making her shut up before she said anything that could be taken badly. Well I like how I look, I'd go for a night out like this... in fact, I have. Makes me feel... sexy. She ran her hands over her curves as she spoke, from her chest to her ass, spreading her legs a little while reaching all the way down to her left leg, the short dress rising just the enough to let the soldiers get a glimpse of the rather diminute black thong before straightening back up. Lana's jaw dropped slightly at her sister's display, left speechless. I'm afraid I can't tell you how to be tied though... I'm the wrong sister for that. Katrina eyed Toscha with a raised brow, stepping up to him. If this was to happen, might as well make it as less painful possible. And try to have some sort of kick out of it. Don't look at me, vanilla here... Lana mumbled, blushing intensely. The right sisters to ask weren't too far away, in fact. Before Kaitlyn could complain about being singled out, Olivia'd reached for one of the drawers and taken out some duct tape, cutting a slice with her teeth and slapping it on Kaitlyn's lips, muffling her words of protest, much to the youngest girl's amazement. The two middle sisters didn't get along too well with each other, but this seemed a bit overboard for Olivia. Still, the darker brunette was pleased with herself, locking Kaitlyn's wrists behind her back with the tape as well, despite the rowdy sister's loud, undiscernable shrieks. Shawnee, be a dear and go grab some rope, I don't want to waste all the tape in one go... The request yanked Shawnee from her shock, quickly disappearing and running for the shed, thinking about the insanity of it all. We can do this the easy or the hard way... unless you wanna get hurt. Olivia whispered into Kaitlyn's ear in the meanwhile, eyeing Iliya seductively. She was going to please these men whichever way she could. It could be her ticket out of there, and it most definitely would be one heck of a ride. It seemed to appease Kaitlyn to a degree, as the girl stopped trying to break free and the furious screams lowered to angry mumbles. Good. Olivia approved, letting her hands rest on Kaitlyn's hips for a moment. Slowly, they crept up her sides to her stomach, knuckles lightly teasing her breasts as Olivia's fingers reached for the top's zipper, pulling it open to reveal Kaitlyn's pink bra.