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

Tommys oily grin and easygoing manner werent doing much to put Tamara at ease. She had a good idea just what nastiness was lurking behind them. His friend scared her even more though. That fear quickly turned into overwhelming terror when her phone suddenly rang, disrupting the moment and freezing her in place, and Mike leapt forward to thrust the knife against her throat. It was close enough that she could feel the tip dimpling her skin, threatening to pierce it with just the lightest increase in pressure. She could see the hate dancing in his eyes just above the ugly tats. It was something shed never seen before yet knew on sight. He would kill her if given the chance and he would enjoy doing it, she thought. The coldness in his voice as he called her a monkey said all that needed saying. Tamara did not move an inch as he patted down her skirt and fished out the phone, snapping it two and tossing the broke pieces aside. If only shed remembered in her panic that shed still had it on her instead of in her handbag When Tommy stepped over again, her frightened brown eyes locked unto his almost normal face, now seizing eagerly onto the hint of compassion that seemed to show through. At least he didnt appear to be a racist psycho like his partner. Maybe hed be able to keep the other one from taking that knife to her if she went along with what he said. She had to hope. Resisting wasnt an option anymore, not now that shed see the murderous hate in the other mans face. Nodding slowly she reached around to remove her bra. Even though she was probably more capable of it than the other girls, there wasnt much of a striptease involved, not with how scared she felt, but Tamara made some small effort to do as he asked. As the cotton fell away, she shook her chest a little, causing her full heavy breasts to jiggle for him. She then fumbled with the belt of her skirt before sliding it down her rounded thighs along with her panties, wiggling her hips faintly, her eyes never leaving his own. Youyoure not really going to let me go she whispered. Are you? Nothing. No answer. But then that was less than surprising. Tamara was a Class A bitch, they all knew that, and shed only come along with them on this trip to use them for the ride. That was obvious too, at least to Renee. She didnt know why her friend Mel had felt compelled to invite her along just because she was her stupid roommate. What did she did know is that the disdain between them was mutual. So of course she ignored her call. Of course. Renee tried her own roommate next as she reemerged at the parks front entrance. Surprisingly there was no one around, meaning the pair of them must have wandered off elsewhere. The phone rang and she heard a buzz and a noisl clatter, like plastic flopping around on a hard surface. It took a minute to track it down, and kneeling down, she fished Shantis vibrating phone out from under the ramp leading to the carousal. Weird. Shed dropped it obviously. Renee to the rescue again. She felt like she was always looking out for that clueless girl, like a lost kitten that had shown up on her doorstep one day, or dorm room as was the case. Walking over to the gate, Renee peered out at the car but even in evening twilight, she could spot no sign of any bodies sitting inside of it. Where did everybody go? Shanti woke up with her head throbbing and hair and eyelashes dripping piss. The pungent smell filled her nostrils as she blinked hazily, struggling with her bindings for a brief moment before realizing she was dangling above the floor. She was the smallest of the girls at just slightly over five foot with a thicker built, not fat but not as leanly athletic as Christy and Tamara or model thin like Renee and Mel, and possessed large breasts, full lips, and expressive doe-like eyes. Her feet kicked wildly, fighting for a purchase she couldnt find, before she finally looked out at the men watching with amusement. Whowho are you? her fear and uncertainty carrying clearly through her small quiet voice. Whats going on? With every shove off Cleggs thick soled boot, Christy had rocked forward, pulling her arms and legs a little tighter to her battered body. The uncorked rage that tore through the mans ragged voice left her sobbing. Shed never heard anyone quite so angry, quite so willing to do her serious harm. She was certain at first they were going to keep kicking her until she died or passed out there on the bathroom in a pile of damp old toilet paper and her own blood. The other warned him off though and she heard the door bang loudly as he stormed out. A moment later the second mans shadow was looming over her balled up form. This was the one whod kicked her so viciously a minute ago and struck with the brass knuckles. Her head still rang from that blow and the pain between her legs was so great that Christy wasnt even certain she could stand. She did manage to pull herself up to her knees though. Staring up at the big man with his smirking face, she spit another glob of blood unto the floor and then wiped her face with the back of her shaky hand. OOokay, she said, her eyes flicking down towards the mans crotch, while was now directly across from her face. Blowjob, hes said. The only blowjobs shed ever given had been to her boyfriend Mark on the track team, playful and half-drunk at the time. This wasnt going to be anything like that, she knew. Not remotely.