Splish, wonk
That was all Eleanor could hear as soon as she got to the Seville home, the raindrops falling in sync with her tears. Nobody was home when they arrived, despite the late hour. "I ditched the camping a day early to see my pretty girl," Alvin explained.
By the way he said it, Eleanor knew he didn't mean her. She continued crying for about half an hour until Alvin went to the restroom. She dialed Ms. Miller's number, but there was no one. It was likely that she went out for a week or two to gamble. The blonde Chipette then called the treehouse, where she got an answer. But it was her eldest sister. "I don't give a shit about that. " Brittany answered about the situation. "You know only the ugly ones get raped because the men are too drunk to see real beauty. I mean, you're never going to have sex with all of that fat, you disgusting frog. So enjoy it! Oh, and I won't keep it a secret. Not your end of the story anyway. I'll cover for Alvin, but not you. I will tell every reporter and paparazzi rep about it before they ask. And I will tell them that you're pregnant, even if the test shows up negative. The fans love me, but why would they like you anyway? You look like a plus size model with no cleavage. You're also an ugly housewife!"
Brittany hung up suddenly, and it was clear that Jeanette was not awake. Eleanor could not get out of it at all...unless. Her plan B was crushed when Alvin walked out of the restroom fifteen minutes later. He was probably showering. Maybe she should wait until his shower tomorrow to put plan B into action. Alvin caressed her arms like the night before before bringing her to the bedroom, but soon moved to her rear end by bending. He took her shirt off first, with much difficulty. It took nearly an hour. He then proceeded to tease her like Brittany did on the phone earlier. Eleanor was too tired to punch him now, saving her energy for later. He massaged her abdominal fat before deciding that he wanted to see her nether regions.
After Alvin managed to get her pants off, the phone rang. It was Brittany again. It was clear that she knew about the situation but all Eleanor could hear was "Sure", "mmmmhmmm" and other generic responses. He went to see his lady of the night, who was wearing only an undershirt and panties. He was immediately rugby-tackled to the floor of the bedroom. "You play football?" Alvin asked meanly. "Football is for boys!"
"I play rugby on the rec team. It's a coed team," Eleanor answered "It's really fun, you should try it."
"Get off!" Alvin yelled. "It's my night to have fun, not yours!"
"I will call the police" she threatened.
"It's not a real crime," he retorted. "You will waste their time while they can get real criminals, like murderers."
"You could get twenty years if they are slow enough," she retorted. "You can be charged as an adult in two years"
"It's not a real crime!" Alvin screamed. He ripped off her panites but could not get what he wanted... yet. He scratched her eye, causing enough pain to get his wishes. She still struggled to get out of his way, when he blindfolded her.
"I can still smell and use my whiskers to feel!" Eleanor cried. Her arms and legs were soon bound as well. Alvin forced her to hop to bed, since it might make her more compliant although he could carry her that far. Trying to pull double damage, he made her go to his youngest brother's bed before getting in and pulling the covers up. Alvin then shut the bedroom door and locked it with the spare key before a night of torture could ensue.
Sorry for the short chapter. I tried to make it go longer, like the first one, but I've never had sex before and have very little imagination for things like fondling and undressing, since I have never seen them in action. Let me know how this is going and give any feedback. Criticisms are appreciated!
