‘Fuck!’ Rosie’s profanity echoed fruitlessly around the cramped car. Her breath began to steam up the glass, while outside a chill wind swept ac...oss the bleak moors, occasionally buffeting the car with icy blasts. She peered into the back seat at the bags she had thrown in earlier. There were a couple of fleece jumpers in there somewhere, but not much else that would be of any use. Despite her dad’s nagging over the years, Rosie never had gotten around to storing useful things like a torch and. The mental pain from their attack dissolved to nothing in the aftermath. No longer under attack, I took a few breaths and looked around. It seemed miraculous after all that pain that all my limbs were actually still intact and not injured. I was also back on Hawkins lap. Everyone in the room was looking at the blast proof door. I turned and looked - it had a bulge in it."Suck on that, you bastards," said an angry voice from behind us."Empress, are you all right?" asked the Admiral worriedly.I. "Tell everyone who you are". " I'm your little fuck whore". "louder!". "I'm your little fuck whore". "LOUDER" "I'M YOUR LITTLE FUCK WHORE. "DAMN RIGHT!". Vlad picked Rachel up and sat her on the table. He lined up his cock and thrust deeply into Rachel. Their audience were going nuts. Applauding, cheering. A few of the men were even shouting "GO! GO! GO! GO!GO!GO!GO!GO! as Vlad fucked Rachel's burning pussy. Rachel felt her pussy getting sore but couldn't help it. Her hand started stroking her. I had been fucked good and proper by this dirty cunt, and I loved it.We got into bed and she fell asleep. The next thing I remember is feeling her writhe and wriggle. I opened one eye - it was daylight, so we must have been asleep for hours. It took me a minute to work out what was going on. Ciara was lying next to me, on her back, playing with her pussy. I didn't know what to do, but she was clearly fucking loving it. She was moaning quietly, whimpering, as her hand played with that big clit.