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

The shallow little pants of Tamaras breathing could be heard wafting from her mouth as Tommy broke their kiss. It was more from her fear than any kind of arousal, although sounded much the same, her heart feeling as if it might burst any moment as it pounded frantically in her chest. Her rapists own breathe gusted hotly over her cheek, drying the web of tears that had traced their way down it. With his hand clenching tightly around her ass, hed pulled her forward, trapping her there against his hard frame, where she could now feel his rigid length rubbing eagerly against her mound through the worn denim. The kisses trailed a path down her long neck while a rough masculine hand caressed the bow of her back gently, as if they were actual lovers, enjoying each others touch. Whether she might have even enjoyed it in another setting or not, Tamara wasnt sure, her mind unable to think that way right now. Her thoughts were too overpowered with raw fear, afraid he was going to decide to hurt her after all if she somehow upset him, afraid the other one might come back with the knife, afraid what was going to happen when this was all over. Her own hands clung tightly to Tommys shoulders, digging down while she wept quietly, wondering about her friends and if anyone had gotten away or called the police or She blinked suddenly at his request, her long dark lashes damp with tears as he told her she had to ask for it. Despite the soft whisper of his voice it was a threat as much as anything. Her crying grew a little louder as Tamara nodded her head slowly, her left cheek rubbing against his own, indicating that she understood. She let him reposition her body then, directing her around until she was facing the stained walls, palms flat against the surface and her large shapely ass thrust out towards his crotch. His hands pressed down firmly on her back and Tamara choked as she opened her mouth, a sob bursting forth before she finally managed to control herself. II want you to f-f-fuck me Her words came in a thick whisper as she closed eyes tightly, trying to sound convincing enough to please him. Especially with the second part for Tamara knew she definitely did not want him to make the other choice. to fuck me in my pussy, please the pussy, thatsthats what I want Christy kept the pace Brody had dictated, bobbing up and down on his thick length as the blood and saliva dripped from her chin. With the tie gone, her rich brown hair now hung in a messy disarranged strands across her back, framing her face and ticking the mans big hands as they clasped firmly around side of her head. Her crying had quieted into a kind of pitiful hiccoughing noise in the back of her throat, ones mostly muffled by the steady Glk-Gluk-Glk of her lips around his cock. At his request she slowly pulled back and looked up at him with her large brown eyes, blurry and wet from her tears. Christy had never even heard of such a thing, or at least was not aware that men liked it. The thought of taking his sweaty testicles into her mouth with their matted black hairs made her stomach flop queasily. The thought of being struck with those brass knuckles or kicked between her legs again had a more powerful effect though, sending jolts of terror up her trembling back and through her breast. Y-y-yeah, she said dumbly, too afraid to risk not answering him. Tilting her head to the left, Christy slowly leaned down and pressed her tongue against his balls, at once tasting his foulness. She swallowed hard and wrapped her warm mouth around the first and then used her tongue to pull in the second, letting them rest there between her stretched lips as fresh tears rolled down her face, his coarse hairs rubbing against her chin and lips. nnnmmm Feeling hot and tired and above all tired, Melanie leaned her back against the wall of the ticket stall and glanced up at the burnt orange sky for the dozenth time. It was getting very late. It would be dark soon. She knew without even thinking about it that she didnt want to still be here when the sun finally went down. She didnt want to be here at all in fact, after what shed just seen. She never should have let Renee talk her into it. Yes, Im serious. I dont know! I didnt get a good look. He was average, I guess, kind of rough looking, with lots of tattoos on his face No, he wasnt hot, quit fucking joking around Renee, this is serious! Mel was used to her friends sense of humor but this wasnt the time for it. The sense that something was wrong here was starting to grew more intense with every passing second. Christy still hadnt showed up and now Renee was telling her that Shanti and Tamara were missing as well. Maybe, probably, I guess. Her friend suggested he must be some kind of homeless squatter, probably trying to duck out of sight when hed heard them moving around. It was true the man didnt seem in very good shape, hunched over the way hed been, and had looked to be in a hurry too. That there was anyone here at all however was sending off alarm bells in her head. The place was supposed to be deserted. Anyways, Im almost at the bathrooms. If Christy isnt there Mel realized with a sick dread she really didnt know what shed do next then. Just like Renee had reported with Tamara, her sister hadnt answered her phone either, although knew Christy often kept it switched off. See if you can find the others. Dont go wandering though. I dont want to lose you as well. I dont knowtry yelling out their names or something. They shouldnt have gone too far, unless Unless what? Unless something was seriously fucking wrong. No, stay on the phone. Because! Yes, Im scared, you would be too if you were such an idiot. Oh, ha ha, funny Pulling the phone away from her ear and cupping her free hand over her mouth, Melanie decided to take her own advice. Christy? Christy! Can you hear me! Please dont fuck around! Where are you? Christy!!