Thread: Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

You wanna fucking kill her, Jimmy?' Duane stood with teeth clenched and fist bunched at his side. What do you care, aren't the other slut's holes tight enough. You think I'm gonna take lip from some teenage whore? Whilst the two exchanged shouts and mutual glares, Carlos stayed silent and was the first to notice Jen. No, you don't, bitch. The Hispanic lunged, but with his pants around his ankles restricting his movement, she was too quick. His fingers briefly gripped an arm before Jen's sweat-slicked skin slipped through his clutches and she broke free. Stop her. Jimmy forgot the squabble as he saw what was happening. He screamed at the top of his lungs, caught between the need to maintain hold of Alyssa and wanting to let go and pursue Jen. If she reached a phone and dialed nine-one-one, they were dead. Simultaneously, Duane's head snapped around. The scene transformed into a cacophony of noise and confusion as Jenny scrambled for the kitchen, Carlos swore and attempted to buckle his pants, Jimmy yelled, Alyssa cried and kicked and the dark-skinned man loosed a string of obscenities, then gave chase. Drop it. He captured a wrist as she picked up the cell, and hooked his other arm around her torso, dragging her backwards. I said, fucking drop it. Duane hissed and slammed her knuckles down on the kitchen counter, making Jen's hand open and the phone to fly from her grasp. After it had, he lifted off her feet and hauled her through the door. Chairs scattered across the floor as he slammed her face down on a dining table, pinned Jen's head to the wood and yanked an arm behind her back. Don't move. Once the danger passed, Jimmy sighed in relief. Alyssa, at first buoyed with excitement and urging Jen on, fell limp with defeat in his arms, providing no resistance whilst he duck-walked her over to the table. He halted in front of the older woman and tapped Duane's hand, urging him to release his grip, but to remain ready to pounce. Russo's voice dripped with anger and contempt when he dug his fingers into either side of Jen's jaw and wrenched her head up to look at him. You lying cunt, you promised to behave. If you can't be trusted, how about I truss you up and leave with the girl instead?' Keeping Alyssa trapped between his body and the table-edge, and forcing Jen to watch, he used his knife to slice open the teenager's top and expose her bra. Although he felt the shiver of revulsion, Jimmy could only imagine the expression of fear and disgust on Alyssa's face when he cupped a perky tit in his hand and squeezed. His eyes didn't waver from Jen. Send her back after we've raped her so many times she'll never be right in the head again, stomach bulging with a baby to remember us by. Luck of the draw whether it pops out Negro, Dago or Spic. With the tension between him and his companions having dissipated and, judging from the way each ogled the sixteen year old's revealed flesh, the two apparently not totally averse to his new suggestion, Russo had regained control. The visage of Alyssa also caused Duane's cock to stiffen to its full length against Jen's thigh and for Carlos to edge closer. Jimmy tweaked the teenager's nipple, eliciting a squeal, and smirked icily down at Jen. That what you want, or are you going to go back to playing nice, let my buddies dump a few more loads? And after they were done, he'd take his turn. Jimmy just hadn't decided yet who of Alyssa or Jen would be the first lucky girl.