Just a Roll of the Dice [[DreamerxLife-on-Mars]]

Sexed Number of posts : 162 Age : 36 Registration date : 2008-12-30

A murmur went through the gang as they watched Tesla grabbing her friends. A few muttered how the bitch was a cold fox, but almost everyone was approving of her. James seemed more amused by it, simply glad he'd get to fuck that white bitch again, while Carlos gave Tesla an approving nod.

Micheal watched her as she grabbed Jeanie's leg, knowing that after tonight Tesla would be officially one of them. "Lets go," he ordered, leading them up he stairs. A cheer went up and some started to rack the music up again. As the group carried Jeanie's struggling body up the stairs people called out to "give it to her good" and to "save some for the rest of them."

They took her to a room in the upstairs hall with a large king-sized bed. The place looked more like a typical bedroom, with a nightstand, dresser, lamps, and a comfy looking armchair that sat at the foot of the bed. They tossed Jeanie face up on the mattress and held her down. "Make sure she doesn't get away," Micheal told Tesla as a gang member brought in a length of robe. One by one the limbs were tied to the bedposts, giving her enough room move around on the bed but not enough to walk off it.

Diaz came in with a digital camera, mounting it on a tripod in the corner of the room. "White ass Rammed by Black Cock," he said with a grin. "Hows that for a title boss?"

Micheal nodded, "sounds good to me." He walked over to Tesla, taking her by the hand and kissing her on the lips. "You've done good baby," he whispered to her. He placed his hand around her back and move her over to the side of the bed, making her look down at Jeanie. "Now I want you to tell your friend here why we need to do this. Tell her." He didn't just do this out of perverse satisfaction. No, it was also to break Jeanie, to make her feel she had no one so she would feel even more hopeless. He placed a hand on Tesla's shoulder, trusting her to do this.

Tesla tried to block out the whispers that she heard but couldn't help to hear a few. Most of them seemed almost congratulatory in the way that they were impressed with her ability to follow orders - not only any orders, but these in particular. Swallowing back, Tesla followed them upstairs, still holding onto Jeanie while trying not to trip over the sheet she was wearing to cover herself with. She came to realize how easily this could have been her - how easily she could have ended up like this. If she'd refused Michael, if she'd decided against the dice roll after they'd gotten into the bedroom. Her body shivered slightly as she held down Jeanie's leg. Finally she stepped away from the bed as they tied that leg down. She moved toward the door but didn't leave, instead sort of stood close to the opposite corner of where the camera was being set up.

Michael's motions were of little reassurance at first, though she lightly returned the kiss, giving him a soft smile. She wondered even more about him now and her curiosity almost consumed her before he lead her toward the bed. Tesla was almost resistant to walking but decided it was in her best interest, rather quickly, to just move with him. Forced to look at her friend, her eyes went blurry and she actually sort of looked through her. Swallowing back hard when she felt the hand on her shoulder, Tesla's knuckles turned white from the pressure of her clutched fists.

Finally the girl opened her mouth to speak. "We have to do this," she started - it was an odd sensation to use "we" and actually mean it. "We have to do this to you... Because you have to know you can't cross us... That what you did was wrong and could get you... In a lot more trouble if you aren't careful," she said, swallowing back. Through the corner of her eye she glanced at Michael who was still nearby. "You call the cops on us, and this tape will be distributed all over... Your mother, your father, his clients, half the school... Trevor," she said, slipping in a name there. It was a boy she knew that Jeanie liked - her demeanor around him was a lot different than what they boys here had seen. "Your parents would disown you... Your boyfriend would not even be able to look at you... You know them... They wouldn't speak a word to you. You'd be an outcast... Cut-off from Daddy's credit cards, left all alone..." she finished, finding herself tracing a line up Jeanie's arm from her elbow to her tied wrist before she retracted her hand. Tesla sounded far more confident than she was, far more experienced in threatening someone than she should have been. Michael was, by far, better at it and probably would've had her screaming and crying by now - but Tesla understood the psychology behind him forcing her to do it, for all three of them, really.

Finally her body relaxed and she slumped away a little but didn't move from the bedside, looking at Michael from the corner of her eye.

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Micheal's body almost shuddered as Tesla told her friend what was going to happen. The way she spelled it out to her, no reservations, without an ounce of pity, it got him harder than a fucking diamond. He kissed her neck as she slumped back, moving his hands around her hips and pulling her sheet-wrapped body to him. He could tell she was still unsure of herself, about her actions, but he knew she belonged here. "Welcome to the gang Tesla, he whispered in her ear, moving her away from the camera's point of view to the front of the bed. Here they had a perfect view of Jeanie's spread-eagles form. There was no denying the blond was as helpless as newborn, her naked body theres to do whatever the wanted without repercussion.

The camera beeped as the record button was pushed, a small red light blinking into existence. Diaz moved up first, already naked and ready to try his white angel once again. "Hello there baby," he said in that deep voice of his, "we need to stop meeting like this." The stark contrast between his dark skin and hers was striking, and sure enough would cause the crowd Jeanie was a part of to shudder in disgust. He moved himself up her body, kneading her breast and kissing her face, trying to get a reaction out of her.

His hard cock wasn't about to wait for it though, and soon enough was sliding into the familer warmth of her pussy. He pushed forward, letting out a loud groan as he did. She didn't feel as tight as she had been, but he wasn't a picky man. He quickly started to pick up the pace, kissing her hard on the mouth as he pressed her into the mattress.

Micheal watched the rape with Tesla in his arms, kissing where her neck met her shoulder. His hard member twitched made itself known against Tesla's backside as Diaz pushed himself in, and his hand started to move a little higher up her chest. "You did good baby. You did real good"

Tesla shuddered at the feeling of Michael's arms around her, glad to have some comfort. At his words she couldn't help but to smile - something she'd been aching to hear for a while now. Finally it was hers. She moved with him as they moved toward the foot of the bed instead of the side. Her body leaned back into his, letting his hands linger and wander as they pleased. It was almost like a car crash - Tesla didn't want to watch at Diaz climbed on top of Jeanie, but she couldn't help herself. The first thing that caught her attention was, of course, the major difference between Jeanie's creamy skin and Diaz's ash-colored skin. It was beautiful in a way, she s'posed, though Jeanie obviously didn't approve.

Jeanie's head tilted side-to-side in an attempt to get away from Diaz's kisses. There was no getting away from his hands, or any other part of his body that he wanted to touch her with, but she certainly didn't want to taste his mouth. She sputtered quietly and her body shuddered, her mouth letting out a cry when he pressed himself into her so roughly. Tesla seemed to tense a bit, but with Michael behind her she calmed down quickly and sank back into his body, thoroughly enjoying the kisses he left along her neck and shoulder. Her head tilted lightly so he had more room and she was aware of his arousal pressing against her backside through the layers of sheets. She wondered if it had just been the fact that Diaz was now fucking Jeanie had had gotten him aroused or if it was something else, but she wasn't sure she wanted to ask.

Evens till, watching it her eyes flickered around before she finally looked at the corner of the bed and smiled when Michael spoke to her. "Thanks, boss..." she cooed quietly into his ear, kissing his jaw a time or two, smiling softly before she turned her head back. She shifted her body a bit as if she were uncomfortable, but really she was just teasing him, rubbing her backside softly against his crotch.

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Diaz started to slower his thrusts a bit, deciding to make it last this time around. "You got a tough break girl," he told her as he ran one of his large hands up her chest, "but maybe if you stop thinking about you could enjoy yourself." He let out a chuckle at this as he pinched her nipple, squeezing it between his fingers simply to amuse himself as she struggled. One of the gang members had taken the camera off it's mount and was moving in closer to get better shots, getting a good closeup of her pussy as it got fucked by black cock. "Take her harder man, I want this shot to be good."

Micheal watched the action, his eyes flicking between it and Tesla. He pressed himself up against her back, rubbing his member between them. "Look at that baby" he whispered to her, you did that." He was getting more anxious by the second as the girl struggled against her bonds, his darker side getting off of this completely. "We can do -anything- to her you know, and she couldn't stop us." His hand cupped her breast through the sheet, wanting to just unwrap her here and now. "When you're with me, you'll have that kind of power over anyone you want. There ain't nothing we can't get away with." His other hand moved to her backside, slowly pulling up the sheet that covered her, inch by inch.

Jeanie groaned and grunted softly, struggling harshly against the ropes. She could feel some of her skin getting raw, especially around her ankles, as she moved against it. She whimpered quietly and cried out as he pinched her nipple between his finger tips. She sneered at him, baring her teeth a little as she clenched her jaw - it was possible she would have tried to bite him if he got too close. Then again, truth was she was too scared to bite him; she was already in a compromising position, did she really need to make it worse? Shivering she cried out again, glancing down as the camera was now being moved around and the other guy was more or less trying to direct.

Tesla sort of watched, not sure how she felt about it. Suddenly she was more aware of Michael's hands as he grabbed at her through the few thin layers of sheet that separated her skin from his. Smirking softly she tilted her head away from his whispers, shivering when he spoke. A smile crept over her lips as she thought about it - the power, even just the mention of the possibility of her having it, was intoxicating. She shifted again, pressing herself back against him, now fully aware of his erection. He was calling her baby, saying 'we' and it caused her heart to flutter a little and for her to smile softly - partly because she felt close to him, partly because it made her feel good, but also because she knew she was in the gang and in real good.

She felt his hand behind her and the fabric began to press against her skin, rubbing against her in different ways as he pulled it up. After a few seconds she glanced back with a smile, softly biting her lip. "Wouldn't you rather... Go back to the tub... For that...?" she questioned quietly. Even still she wasn't stopping his movements or his hands and the thought of getting pleasure while Jeanie was being tortured had crossed her mind, though it was a fleeting and passing thought.

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Micheal smirked at her. "And miss the show?" The sheet moved up her skin, revealing her white thighs for him to touch. "The tub isn't going anywhere, and I want you to see this." His hand moved under the sheet, rubbing her ass moving his erection over her warm skin. "In this business," he said, turning her head towards him to kiss her, "we've done much worse things than this. I need to know you can handle it."

The cameraman moved to Jeanie's face, getting a clear shot of you she was for the film. "Don't worry about making her cry or anything," he told Diaz. "Don't matter if she looks like she's enjoying it or not, her reputation would be shot either way." Reaching his hand out the cameraman moved some hair out of Jeanie's face, giving him a better shot. "You're a movie star sweetheart." Diaz laughed at this, licking the side of Jeanie's face. Grabbing her head he forced her to look at the camera, "smile baby."

A finger suddenly pressed itself into Tesla's tight ass, pushing it self in slowly. "That friend of yours is ours now, you know?" He told her, directing her to look at the girl being defiled. "She'll do anything we tell her to know, out of fear for what we could do to her reputation."

Taking a step back he pulled Tesla down with him to the armchair, sitting her on his lap. "Now, why don't you continue where you left off before..."

Tesla shivered gently, the room was a little more cold than she anticipated and she was otherwise kind of warm under the sheets. Michael soon took care of her warmth issue, though, but pressing himself to her and moving his hands over her silky skin. "And you don't... Want to join in?" she asked between kisses, pressing her lips harshly to his. Her body tensed slightly when she felt his finger press into her body, glancing back at him. The question was sort of a mental test for her, though she wasn't sure he'd catch on. It was also bait for him to say things that would get her more in the mood for what he wanted. Obviously he was very much in the mood to do it, though, she felt his member against her skin, urging to be inside her.

Jeanie on the other hand tilted her head away, trying to crane her neck so she wouldn't be seen. But damn them, they had more free hands than her and they just pushed her back, moving her blond hair from her eyes so whoever was watching would know exactly what she looked like, exactly who she was. Jeanie sneered and coughed a bit when Diaz grabbed her head to make her look, wiggling and struggling slightly. Her eyes went up to the camera man and then toward Diaz, though from the angle she couldn't see him too well. She had a feeling that Tesla and Michael were still there - she hadn't heard the door open and close yet and even still she thought she heard a faint murmur of voices.

When he pulled her down into the chair, Tesla almost thought to maybe suck him off instead - she did technically owe the gang two more times, one of which was supposed to be that. Shaking her head softly, she knew he wouldn't go for that because it wouldn't allow her to watch. Swallowing back she glanced back at him, smiling softly. She removed the sheet from her body, basically unwinding herself from it. With more ease now, she moved back to his lap and maneuvered herself so she was facing toward the bed, her back to him. Gently she guided his cock into her folds first, pressing him into her tightness. Her body shivered as she waited a few seconds, trying to get some sort of lubrication. Finally she pulled him out and moved him instead toward her back entrance to press him there.

She glanced back at him and finally was able to put her hand down on the other arm of the chair to steady herself a bit - but she was obviously flexible. Her eyes squeezed closed and her chest took shorter, heavier breaths as she forced herself down a more and more on him.

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Micheal felt goosebumps over her skin and smirked. "Join them? Don't know if you noticed baby, but I don't like to share with guys." He kissed her back then whispered in her ear, "though maybe if you want to get her alone we can have some fun with her."

Diaz was picking up the pace now, smacking Jeanie's ass and grunting like a animal. "Gonna cum...gonna cum soon baby!" The cameraman looked up at him, trying to direct the shot. "Do it inside! I wanna make this a creampie tape!" Diaz nodded, having no intention of pulling out at this point, and with a primal moan released inside of her filling her with his seed. Collapsing on top of her he licked the side of her face, "Daddy must be so proud."

While this was happening James stood in the corner, toying with his jeans button. He'd been waiting for his turn now, after waiting for Diaz to finish. His jaw hurt like a bitch, and he glared at the piece of white meat laid out on the bed like it was her fault. Oh, he wasn't just going to fuck Jeanie, he was going to make her hurt and make her beg him to stop. As Diaz climbed off of her used body James came up, glaring at anyone who dared try and take his spot. "Hey there Jeanie," he said, spitting out her name like a curse. "How much money would you pay to be let go, right now?"

Micheal held the sheet as she removed it, tossing it aside to gaze upon her naked flesh. He didn't think he would ever grow tired of it. He saw the look in her eye and sat back, letting he do what she wanted knowing it would lead to a greater pleasure for him. He let out a groan as her pussy rubbed itself over his shaft, lubricating it with her own juices. He could tell she wasn't new to this. He figured she wasn't a virgin when she agreed to the dice, but damn this girl was showing him a wild side he didn't expect from a white girl of her class. As positioned her back entrance over his cock Micheal leaned into her, his hands wrapping around her hips and holding her steady. "Gnhh, you're fucking tight..." he groaned out, completely meaning it. As the head of his cock passed through her closed entrance her body practically clammed down on him making him shudder. He helped push her down farther, savoring the feeling of her walls sliding down on him. If it weren't for her juice it might have been painful for both of them, but all he was getting was a raw pleasure. Finally, after a minute of heavy breathing and slow descent he felt her ass touch his thighs, signaling he was all the way in. He held her close to him, kissing her shoulder and taking her breasts in hand. "Your nasty one...I like it."

"I would hope so..." she said back at him, turning her head to him as her mouth hung open. She pressed her mouth his cheek, groaning, partly out of pain and partly out of pleasure as she slid herself slowly down his length, pressing it inside her. She seemed out of breath and took a second to wait before she pushed the rest inside her, effectively sitting in his lap. She sat for a minute, her legs spread a little so that her feet were on either side of his thighs on the chair. Swallowing back she turned her head to look at him, smiling a little bit through the pain. It was slight, but he was large and she wasn't used to this. Tesla had done it once before but not in a while and even still this was different. "Mmm...Feel good?" she questioned, even though it was sort of a rhetorical question. Her body shuddered as the pain dissipated more and she began to move her body upward from his lap, only a few inches before moving it back down. It was slow going for the first few strokes, but with each one it got a little easier - she was mostly hoping she was pleasing him.

Jeanie on the other hand was not receiving any pleasure - she was starting to make herself numb to the situation already, or at least trying. But even still she felt her body rattle with nerves as Diaz pressed deeply inside her and let go of his seed. Her back arched slightly when he did and her face cringed slightly, jaw clenched as he licked her skin. She looked at him with eyes like daggers.

As Diaz pulled out she barely got to take two full breaths before she was faced with James - and he didn't look happy. She swallowed back but didn't say anything at first. "More than you could count," she sputtered out like poison, figuring her situation couldn't get all that much worse. Already James looked like he was going to try to bring her to the brink of death and back. Suddenly she heard Michael groaning and tried to lift her head, just barely able to see around James. She saw the side of Tesla's face and figured what they were doing. She closed her eyes heavily and dropped her head down on the bed again, the last stitch of hope obviously ripped from her by the look on her face.

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"Well then, we can take her after they've finished with their little movie... Micheal told her as she began to move. He let out a groan of pleasure, her ass taking him in and coming down like a velvet clamp. He taken girls this way before, some willing, some not, but she was by far one of the best. What she lacked in experience she more than made up for in her desire to please. He slid his hands up her chest, squeezing one of her breasts while the other moved down towards her wet pussy. Moving it inside he began to finger-fuck her with two fingers, moving them in time as she moved her body slowly up and down his member. His chest was pressed against her back as he kissed her neck, hot breath on her skin.

James let out a bitter laugh devoid of any mirth. "Oh that's funny, that's real funny." His hand unconsciously went to the large bruise on his jaw, as if she had been the cause. "You're going to regret that." His hands started to fumble with his belt, pulling if out with a jerk and letting it fall on her stomach. He gripped the piece of leather with both hands, stretching it out with a snap. "Your daddy ever spank you as a baby?" He asked her. Without giving her a chance to plead he raised the belt in the air and struck her across the chest with it, filling the air with a horrible snapping noise and leaving a bright red mark on her white skin.

Tesla moaned softly as the pain began to subside. Her body resisted his entry at almost every stroke before now but was slowly accepting him more readily. Even still she went slow, though as the pain faded to none she moved a bit faster, the familiar sound of her skin slapping against his as she pressed against his lap. She looked down at him when he mentioned toying with Jeanie. Was she ready for that? Could she do that? Tesla had just said some of the meanest things she'd ever said to anyone to Jeanie, could she make it worse. She figured, though, if that's what Michael wanted she didn't exactly have that much of a choice. She knew she was actually in a very protected, but highly dangerous position being so close to Michael. No one, not a soul, could touch her if she was attached to him - but at the same time, if she fucked up in any way it reflected on him. Not only that, but if she pissed him off, she pissed off the entire gang - glancing at Jeanie in that moment she watched as James' belt smack hard against her lily white skin.

In that instant she knew not to piss of Michael.

Jeanie sneered at James and his laugh, obviously not entertained by him. She watched him fumble for his belt and even took a second to look away seeing as she had thought he was only undressing. Suddenly she heard the snap of the leather and her head turned back. Eyes widening slightly she didn't even hear his question really before she felt the searing pain of the belt against her skin, particularly over her breast. She screamed instantly, her back arching softly though she couldn't go very far, she pulled her restraints taught. "BASTARD!" she screamed out loud, looking at him. If he was going to hit her again, which she figured he would, she couldn't make it that much worse on herself. She was nearly hyperventilating as her body tried to relax - her toes uncurled and she attempted to lay flat on the bed, her skin feeling as if it were on fire. Glancing down she could see the welt that was forming on her otherwise soft, smooth skin.

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James held the belt in his hand, breathing hard from excitement. He could see the pain in her eyes, the raw anger. God, that got him off. He smirked back at her, a crazed look in his eye. "Bitch." Raising the belt again he brought it back down on her still tender breasts, searing her breasts and causing them to shake. He let out a laugh and didn't give her anytime to adjust to the pain, smacking her with the leather strap over and over again across her breasts and stomach turning her into a criss-cross of red marks. When he finally finished her leaned down and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers. "Scream you little white whore, scream for the camera."

Micheal meanwhile was thoroughly enjoying Tesla's actions. Each time she came down on his cock he let out a pleased moan as her ass pushed down on him. He moved his fingers inside her pussy farther, his thumb brushing over her clit to entice her. This girl was going to make his life much more interesting.

When the belt came down Micheal's eyes shot towards the bed, calming down when he saw it was only James having some fun. This was the reason he was short with James, why he kept him on a leash. The guy acted calm, but underneath that was a temper waiting to snap. Unlike himself, James didn't know how to hold back when it was needed. "Watch yourself James," he ordered, reminding him not to leave anything permanent. As he watched the belt smack the white girls flesh he started to push upwards into Tesla more, growing more excited from watching the act of torture. They would need to save that tape, he realized, and edit out the parts with the girls face. He'd call his contacts in underground porn later.

Jeanie's skin and muscles spasmed under the welts from the belt. She cried out in pain as he touched her, the skin even more tender than normal from his barade of attacks. She clenched her jaw and looked at him when he told her to scream like some sort of sicko. Then again, he was - they all were. Even Tesla. She was watching this, Jeanie knew that. Not only was she watching, but she was having sex with Michael while watching. How much more sick can you get? Jeanie didn't have much time to think before the belt came down on her skin again and she whimpered, halting a louder scream in her throat, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.

Tesla's head leaned back against Michael's shoulder as his fingers pressed inside her and stroked her sensitive nub. Her eyes closed and she moaned into his ear, letting her hot breath spread over his neck. She leaned down and bit him softly, toying with the flesh between her teeth for a minutes. Hearing the leather snap she instantly looked up, luckily letting go of Michael's neck before she did, and watched as the belt smacked into Jeanie and she recoiled in pain. In spite of herself, her body shivered, and a hand that was gripping onto Michael's arm squeezed hard. Something babout watching her body writhe in pain like that, about the power it took to do that - the power that James had over her body made her knees weak. Leaning her head back again and continuing to move her hips up and down in his lap, her head turned toward his ear once again. "Mm, Michael... I'm so close... Uhnn..." she cried as his hips began to buck against her own, pushing him harder inside her.

Jeanie heard what Michael said, but knew it wouldn't stop. Even if it did, it wouldn't get any better - he wasn't telling him to stop torturing her, oh no, he was telling him to not hurt her beyond recognition or to kill her, as he had so naively suggested earlier. Though that look in his eyes told her that with each swing of the belt, with every pinch and every touch he wanted to bring her to the brink, only to pull her back so he could do it again.

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James felt himself grow harder with every strike of the belt, knowing he had to get off soon or his balls would fucking explode. When her stomach and breasts where completely red, covered in welts from his abuse he let the belt drop out of his hand and hit the pillow. Grabbing her chin he looked at her, licking up some of her salty tears. He said nothing, moving himself between her legs and pulling his cock out and pressing it against her asshole. There wasn't any lube this time other men or her blood, so when he shoved himself inside of her it was red and raw tearing at her insides.

Micheal hips thrust up, pushing up Tesla's body every time it came down on him. Sweat trickled down his body mixing with her own as he fucked her. He kissed her shoulders and pushed a third finger inside her pussy, feeling her getting wetter than he could remember. He pressed them in farther, letting them feel along her sensitive walls as she moved up and down on him. He let out a groan, feeling his balls tighten and getting ready to release. "Go for it baby..." he grunted, biting lightly where her shoulder met her neck.

Jeanie's eyes were filled with fear and hatred, a combination she'd never quite felt before. Separately, sure, but looking back into James' eyes, she was sure that things for her were not going to end well. Feeling his slimy tongue against her cheek, she knew, was the least of her worries right now, but even still she tried to pull away and gave a look of disgust on her face. Feeling him move down her body she winced with any pressure he put on her skin - it was red and would probably be bruised, terribly sensitive for the next few days. The thought of having to put her clothes on over the sensitive skin flashed to her mind and she grimaced. Almost too wrapped up in this thought she didn't feel James begin to press inside her.

It didn't take her long, though, and as he thrust deeply, her own muscles fighting to keep him out, she cried out in pain. Amazingly enough, it hurt worse than the first time he'd done it to her. Compounding that pain was how her stomach muscles tensed, causing the red welts to swell and some tears to form in her eyes. She felt like she was going to pass out or be sick.

Tesla leaned her body harshly into his, shuddering heavily when he told her it was okay. Almost is if that were permission, her body clamped around his fingers inside her and she let out a cry of pleasure, her fingers digging into the skin on his arm. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt herself orgasm, pressing herself hard into his lap, letting him slide as far into her as she could go. She breathed heavily and whimpered softly in pleasure as he bit her neck, her body and nerves on edge.

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James thrust inside of her, not easily as she tried to keep him out. He didn't let up, pressing forward until he was all the way inside of her. He gripped at the res skin of her hips and pulled back, thrusting beak inside and setting a brutal pace. It actually hurt to try and take her this way, with barely and lube, but this wasn't about pleasure. This was about making her suffer, and he was going to enjoy that. He saw her swollen breasts bouncing up and down with his thrusts and lowered his mouth to her nipple, biting down on the defenseless flesh.

Micheal moaned into Tesla's shoulder, feeling her muscles contract around his fingers. His other hand held her close to him as she pressed down on him as far as he could go, feeling himself ready to let loose. He bit down just a bit harder as the feeling inside him finally exploded with pleasure, shooting himself off inside of her and spraying his seed up her ass. He felt her both her holes quivering in pleasure and moved his mouth from her neck, kissing the side of her face as he pulled her closer to him just wanting to sit there for a moment. He pulled his hand out from her pussy, his fingers wet with her juices, and brought it to his mouth to taste it. "Hmm..someone's a bad girl..."

Jeanie could image that this actually hurt him too, but there was no way she was concerned about him right now. She cried out when he grabbed onto her skin and screamed lightly when he bit onto her nipple. Her knuckles turned white from grasping into fists and tugging against her restraints so much against the pain. The feeling of his hands or chest, or any part of him, rubbing against her red, inflamed skin sent waves of pain trailing down her body. She gritted her teeth against most of the pain, but cries still escaped her lips as she salty tears flowed down her cheeks, now red with anger and pain. She'd never imagined hell before - but if she had to describe it now, she figured this would come close.

Tesla's body shuddered against Michael's as she felt him release, her body riding out the waves of pleasure as they surged through her nerves. Without saying much she leaned back against him and just sat there, happy to be in his presence and certainly still riding out the relative euphoria of her second orgasm of the night. Her breath was ragged and tired, heavy as some sweat beaded on her forehead and her stomach. She watched as he put his fingers into his mouth, laughing a little when he made the comment. "It takes two to tango, boss..." she purred into his ear, her voice just above a whisper. It held an air of contentment and satisfaction as well as a sexy huskiness. Licking her lips, she glanced over at the bed but didn't look long enough to actually see before she turned her head back to Michael, kissing the corner of his mouth softly.

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Micheal sat there, letting her kiss him as he basked in the afterglow. His breath came out in light pants as sat there, pulling her sweaty body up against his own. He was just a little sore from their act, but damn was it satisfying. He kissed her back on her cheek, tasting the saltyness of her skin and closing his eyes. "That's two down girl..." he said as his hands rested on her hips rubbing her body. "We'll have to make the thirst something really special." In the background the sounds of Jeanie's pain and James torture could be heard, but Micheal looked as relaxed as ever. This was clearly nothing new to him, acting as casual as if the others weren't even in the room.

James was fucking like an animal, his teeth gritted and breath coming out in grunts. He could see she was in great pain, her red skin burning everywhere he touched and bit. Everything he had wrong he unloaded on her body. It wasn't even about what happened before, or the cops. No, she was his scapegoat and he was going to make her suffer for every wrong committed against him. "Beg me to let you go bitch, he grunted out,"I want to hear you scream."

Tesla smirked a bit when he spoke about her still owing more. She almost laughed - it was funny that he was still speaking in terms of her owing the gang considering he'd already announced twice that she was in. Not that she was complaining, though. She was more than happy to do it a third, fourth, fifth...

Tesla kissed his cheek and breathed quietly, taking a second before she put her hands on the arms of the chair. Slowly she picked herself up out of his lap, shivering softly as she did. Turning around to him, she put her hands back on the arm of the chair and leaned forward to kiss Micheal heavily on the lips. After the kiss she leaned over and grabbed the sheet, wrapping herself in it once before climbing into the chair and sitting on the large, overstuffed arm of it, leaning back cautiously. She looked down at him with an alluring smile, studying his face for a while - right now she was sure she'd never get sick of looking at it.

Jeanie on the other hand was still crying, tears rolling down her cheeks as James moved in and out of her with such speed. She breathed heavily and winced, looking up at him when he spoke. She wondered if her screaming, begging him to stop, would make it stop faster. How much more embarrassing could this get anyways?

Clenching her jaw slightly and on his next trust in, she cried out loudly, letting her back arch off the bed gently as he pinched at her skin. With the next touch to her raw skin she decided she wanted it over. "Please... Please stop now... It hurts," she cried out, her toes curling slightly as her knuckles remained white from her squeezing so hard.

Hearing Jeanie's voice vaguely, Tesla glanced up reluctantly from Michael's pretty features, watching as James abused her. She shifted in the chair but didn't look away for a while, and even then it was to glance down at Michael's reaction.

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