Name: Sam Caldwell<br/>Location: Sam's Room moved to kitchen<br/>Approximate Time: 8:00 am<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Deke (<a class="username" data-user-id="35804" data-username="@greybishop" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/35804/">@greybishop</a>), Cal (<a class="username" data-user-id="39015" data-username="@DegenerateArt" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39015/">@DegenerateArt</a>), Baxter (<a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a>)<br/>Wearing: Leather Lingerie Outfit<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>She could feel the nervous energy in her stomach spread over her body on hearing the cold cuffs click and press up against her skin. She rubbed the roof of her mouth with the silver piercing on her tongue, hoping deep down that playing along with this shit show wouldn't bring any ire down on her, that she would be spared for being obedient. Her fear stricken eyes looked up at Deke, and she listened closely to his words. She spoke quickly to assure him "I won't! I wont' fuck up.." She let him pull her out of the room without so much as making a squeak, following his movements down the stairs as best she could in black heels, trying to ignore the fact she wore skin tight fishnets strapped to garters on the leather straps wrapped around her waist and breasts. She gave a surprised gasp at being so easily picked up over his shoulder, but didnt fight it at all. 'FUck he's strong...' She felt somewhat wise for the moment at not trying to fight back ealier... he would have destroyed her she was certain.<br/><br/>She balanced quiet easily on heels as soon as she was put down, being experienced in walking around in clubs and raves with similar outfits. Her ass cheeks were perky, flexing as she walked each separated by a thin a dainty pair of semi translucent panties. No matter her tight she squeezed her firm thighs together, there was always a gap revealing her plush camel-toe pushing against the material. Her lips compressed tightly by the panties. Her Breasts were between a C and D, voluptuously pressing against the leather harness barely able to enclose them between the tight straps, her pentagram choke collar shining on her neck.<br/><br/>For a moment she made out her brother... a pained frown forming on her face before being put into the corner, hands handcuffed behind her back. 'Fucking... fucker.. fucking my life up..' Her teeth gritted down hard, a wave of anger mixed with her fear. She didn't move, just tried to breath in and out slowly to keep calm and stay smart like Deke said. She didn't get a good look at the second robber, but she hoped he wouldn't take an interest in her... though she doubted that considering her tight round ass pointed his was. 'Fucking... Baxter...' She could here her sister and mom being taken down stairs, they seemed completely cluster fucked, like they didn't understand what was going on. Deke was right... you can't count on family. You have to count only on yourself to stay alive.