<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/ed3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexandra “Xandra” Schultz<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Crate, Hell's Island<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Chris, Handlers, Family, Devil Man<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Momentarily defeated, Xandra gave herself over to the needs of her body, hoping that once it was over she would be able to think more clearly. She had no idea what thoughts were going through her father's mind but it was clear enough that he had chosen to give in to his lust when he shoved the vibrator as for as he could into her, as well as growing harder and longer in her mouth until he was forced to the back of her throat! She'd given very few blowjobs in her young life and had little notion of what to actually do with a gag in her mouth! It was frustrating and relieving in a way however that she couldn't actually, properly, give her father a blow job. She couldn't stop him from fucking her mouth, but she didn't have to do more that give him the occasional lick or suck, just enough to keep from slobbering all over the both of them, either.<br/><br/>He on the other hand, couldn't do much but deal with it as she ground and rolled her hips to the damnable vibrating inside her body. She clenched and rolled and moaned and whimpered while he fucked her with the dildo until, after gods knew how long, she managed to reach an orgasm that brought her screaming around him just as she felt the car rolling to a stop. She had no idea where they were, or if the men who'd packaged them away heard her and didn't care. With her chest heaving and nostrils flaring, she tilted her head slightly, trying to find a semi-comfortable position for it while she tried to recover.<br/><br/>She couldn't remember ever having cum so hard in her life!<br/><br/>Hoping they were done traveling, but doubting it, they couldn't have gone<em>that</em>far no matter how distorted time seemed inside these damnable boxes, she shuddered when she felt their box being lifted. A few tense moments later and she wasn't surprised to feel them being moved, though it was disconcerting to be locked in a box and carted around like so much merchandise...she had no idea that that's exactly what she had become.<br/><br/>Over the next hours she didn't bother keeping track of how many times she came, eventually she reached the point that the vibrator no longer mattered, her body too spent for the constant buzzing to have an effect any longer and, somehow, she managed to doze, though she didn't sleep well by any stretch of the imagination. She was pulled fully awake but the feel of the plane they were in landing and their crates being unloaded from it. She could feel them being carried but had no idea where they were going or what was in store.<br/><br/>That unknown factor was perhaps the most frightening part of this entire, horrid, affair.<br/><br/>Being lifted, finally, from the box she was grateful to breathe fresh air and feel her body peeled away from her father's. She didn't care what she looked like, she focused on trying to stretch muscles that had trapped in one position too long, the pain of it making her groan and almost miss the fact that one of the men around them latched a collar around her throat. At the moment it was the least of her concerns. Being rebound, this time with some sort of bar between her wrists and ankles and bound upright all she could do was groan again, muscles long cramped being stretched suddenly, loudly protesting the treatment!<br/><br/>What she needed was a shower and to stretch her aching body until all the knots under her skin loosened and she felt human once more...but she knew she wasn't going to get it. Looking around the circle that was her family she rolled her eyes at the shame on some of their faces, at the way they couldn't entirely look at each other and met, squarely, the eyes of each one that would look up.<br/><br/><em>They</em>hadn't done anything wrong! Whoever was responsible for this mess had!<br/><br/>Hearing someone come in she watched as a new man approached and came to stand between them, dressed and looking entirely normal she felt a wave of fury race through her blood, washing away all the aches and pains in her rage. Rage that she gave herself over to because it felt so very much better than the cold knot of fear that had set up residence in the center of her soul. She didn't doubt the man's words when he spoke, didn't doubt he expected to get away with abducting them, or that escape was impossible. She believed, and that belief fueled the anger she chose to nurture, instead of her fear.<br/><br/>Hearing him make a hideous offer to her father she felt a low growling fill her throat and jerked sharply against her bonds. She knew she couldn't get away, but she was the oldest, if something was going to happen she would take the first blows to spare her siblings what she could. Hoping she had her father's attention she gave him a hard look, a look meant to tell him to choose her, not one of her younger siblings.<br/>