Twenty yr old Kelly Carlquist stood at the bottom of a mountain with her best friend and personal flight simulator Tom, ready for their cost increase up. Being an avid hiker, she had scaled the mountain several prison term before, but this was the first time she would be assisted only by one former someone with no guide.


Princess Grace of Monaco and Tom met at the gym various months earlier. Tom, a trainer at the deftness, was assigned to be her personal trainer. She was nervous at outset about having a man be that close to her but her nerves were quickly settled when she found out that he was gay.


Eugene Curran Kelly would not have been too opposed to a straight man working out so close to her though. Ever since early on in highschool schooltime, Grace Patricia Kelly was unknowingly acting like a cocktease. Even though she had only had sex a few times, from the outside you would think that she was somewhat whorish. Whether it be her taut clothing or her jokingly flirtatious behavior towards both boys and young lady, she put on a persona that could not be farther from reality.


The two instantly became friends and spent a lot of clock time together. They had been planning this cost increase for respective weeks. The program were for them to go over Memorial Day weekend but a decease in Tom's family cancelled those plan. It was now July 14 and they were ready to pop their adventure.


The heat of the summertime was in full swing as the thermometers were pushing close to a hundred degrees while the clock passed noon. Tom and Kelly were drenched in sweat just minutes after exiting the car. Tom was dressed in a twain of white-hot shorts and a white t-shirt while Princess Grace of Monaco was in a gabardine tank top and a short-change duo of pitch-dark shorts. Her long Brown hair's-breadth was tied in a ponytail, with several strands of hair stuck to her shimmering skin.


"Ready to go ?"she asked him after taking a drink out of her water bottle.


"Let's go !"he responded


Tom grabbed his small knapsack filled with supplies while Kelly placed her water bottle in her fanny large number and grabbed her bag full of food and water supply. They made their way on to the trail and started their journey to the top. After a few hour, she stopped and emptied her water bottle onto her boldness, trying to gain embossment from the warmth. Normally, she would induce been embarrassed to have pee clinging to her white tank top and revealing the bikini top underneath her shirt but since Tom was gay, she made it a priority to turn around and laughter as she shook her small breasts at him. He almost doubled over laughing before she turned around and kept going up the mountain.


It took various hour ( and several bottles of water ) before the two made it to the top and at their bivouac. Both were holding their shirts in hand as the weather condition required them to remove them. They took several breaks on the way to the top. Grace Patricia Kelly was never one to take meter out during a mission. Her destination was always to get to the ending as fast as possible while being the first person there. Getting to the top as fast as possible this meter was not potential. She tried pushing herself but took her health into consideration and took her time.


It was around seven o'clock and the sun was starting to set in the distance when they arrived. Princess Grace of Monaco pulled her shirt back on and sat down on the smooth out dirt beneath her. She stared at Tom's sweaty, ripped physique and could not help but lick her lips. She knew she could not consume him and that only made him sexier to her.


"Hungry ?"he asked her as he pulled sandwiches out of his bag.


She nodded and he tossed one to her. They quickly ate before relaxing for the for the first time time all day. They kept their centre up at the ace, watching them get brighter and brighter. She would occasionally look down at him while he was not looking and frailty versa.


When Tom looked at her, he noticed her rubbing her shoulder joint and slightly grimacing. He got up and moved over and sat down behind her.


"Your shoulder joint hurt ?"he asked as he placed his strong manus on her.


"It's a trivial sore from the physical exercise yesterday,"she said while he started lightly massaged it."That tone nice ; you're corking with your hands."


"I get that a lot,"he said.


"I bet you make a lot of guy wire happy with them,"she laughed.


"If only you knew,"he said with a chuckle.


Tom continued rubbing the Edward Young woman's shoulders as she stared up at the sky. The pain in her arm was gone but the massage she was getting felt beyond amazing and she did not cause the desire to barricade him. Once his hands finally got tired, he stopped and went back to his master copy spot.


"So, are you seeing anyone yet ?"Tom asked her.


"No not yet,"she responded."All the guys in Town are jolt. Too bad I can't happen a straight interlingual rendition of you, I'd be so happy. So how about you ? Any new guys in your liveliness ?"


"Still looking sweetie. I've had a couple one-nighters but nothing serious,"he said.


"You'll find the right person soon,"she said as she took a drink from her water bottle.


"I think I just might, I've got a feeling it will be sooner rather than later,"he said with a smile.


They kept making modest public lecture for another hr before Gene Kelly started going through one of the bags and pulled out a change of clothes. She pulled her shirt back off and started undoing her bikini top while Tom watched on. She stopped and held onto her breasts.


"Are my breast getting smaller or is it just me ?"she asked.


Tom stood up and walked over to her, grabbed onto and lightly squeezed them. She giggled as his handwriting softly manipulated her chest.


"Seem fine to me,"he said with a smile.


Kelly started to take hold of for her other shirt but his hired hand remained apprehend onto her chest, his adhesive friction getting tighter. She tried to bear on him off but he held on.


"For a gay guy, you really like feeling my knocker don't you ?"she asked as the smile on his case went away."Ok really, let me go so I can get dressed."Still, he held on tight."Tom, what is incorrectly with you ?"


"Why should I let go ?"he asked her.


"You're hurting me and you're gay, you shouldn't be grabbing me like this,"she said as he released one hand from her chest and put it on her shoulder.


"You honestly still think I'm gay ? Are you truly that stupid ?"he said as he pulled her close and stuck his tongue down his confused friend's throat.


Grace Kelly broke the kiss and slapped him across the face."Stupid ! ? You pretended to be gay and you're calling me stupid ! ? Why have you been lying to me you bastard ! ?"she yelled as she pulled her shirt on.


"Why else would anyone want to be close to you ? I wanted to get a piece of your cherubic ass and back in school, you wouldn't apply me a second flavour !"he yelled as she looked confused.


"I didn't go to school with a Tom Jamison….who the hell are you ?"she yelled.


"Jake Thomas-Patterson, your science cooperator in freshman year…you know, the one you called an ass hole when I spilled a beaker of piss on your lap,"he said as she gasped.


"That was you ?"she asked.


"Yes, you screamed out ass fix and everyone in that category proceeded to scream me that like it was my name all year. I hated you so much, I wanted nil more than revenge,"he explained.


"Your revenge was making out with bozo in social movement of me ?"she asked, still confused.


"necessity sacrifices. It was all part of the plan to get to this point,"he said as he slowly walked towards her.


"Tom…Jake…whoever you are, we can work this out,"she said as she backed up and tripped on a rock, falling to the land.


Tom stood over her with anger in his center. Kelly picked up a handful of stain and threw it in his eye before getting up and running away from him. She looked back to see that he was following her and closing up in a haste. When he was close, she made a sudden routine that threw him off for a bit. She picked up a large rock and threw it towards his boldness. Unfortunately for her, she missed and only infuriated him further.


Kelly kept making concentrated turn in an effort to throw him off her trial but he was too focused to screw up. The concern that ran through her was its nearly intense. She saw a dark cave up ahead and headed into it. On the plus incline, he could not see his own nose in the darkness. The bad news…neither could she.


Tom slowed down and suddenly stepped on something soft. He pulled his cell telephone out of his pocket and lit the area up. He aimed it down and saw Kelly lying unconscious mind on the ground with a titan bruise on her os frontale. He looked up and saw that she smacked her head on a wall of rock candy. He put his speech sound down and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her out into the moonlit area. He looked around and saw that, with all the turns they made, they were only a few hundred substructure from their campsite.


Tom walked back and retrieved his bag of"supplying ”. In realness, it was More of a torture sack. Inside were ropes, lanterns, a igniter, a hunting knife, a pocket-size shovel and a pair of brass instrument metacarpophalangeal joint. He brought them all back to the cave and lit the two lanterns. He dragged her hitch torso back into the now-lit cave and used the forget me drug to tie her deal and feet behind her.


He left to go back to the bivouac and came back with the bag of food and water supply. He took out a bottleful of water and poured it onto her, trying to waken her. She slowly came too and shook her head hard. She tried moving but realized that she was bound tightly. Tom pressed his snitch to the side of her cheek and stepped on her hard. When he let go, she screamed for help.


"riot all you want Kelly, no one can learn you. You seem smart enough to know that…I guess I was untimely,"he said with a laugh.


"Let me go now you bastard or you're gon na pay !"she screamed.


Tom knelt down following to her and ran his fingerbreadth through her hair."How am I going to pay you dull cunt ?"


She gasped as the last word left his mouthpiece. Never before had Gene Kelly Carlquist been called a cunt and she did not like it one bit.


"What did you fucking call me ! ?"she yelled as she squirmed around on the ground.


Tom stepped back and kicked her hard across the breadbasket which caused her to skreigh in pain.


"How about you shut up now !"he yelled."You are going to get what you have coming to you."


"I didn't do a damn thing ! It's not my defect you couldn't handle being called an asshole !"she continued trying to break free before he spit on her face.


"You did do many damn affair. You are nothing but a coquettish footling bitch that needs a commodity commandment to,"he said.


"Flirtatious ? I don't coquette with anyone !"she screamed.


"So when you wear those mean shirts at the gym with no bra underneath, that's not flirting ? When you pretend to throw out with your girlfriends at the bar, that's not flirtatious ?"


"I joke around with my friends and it's more comfortable without a bra on. Besides, it's usually just me and you and I thought you were gay,"she said.


"You thought wrong,"he said as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up."If only you knew how much cum I've shaft just thinking about you."


"You're a disgusting part of shit,"she said as she spit at him.


Tom dropped her head and she slammed down to the ground, letting out a whine as she hit. She closed her oculus as the pain in the neck of her outset head hurt intensified. When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom's shorts down at his feet. She looked up and saw his massive eight in rooster in his hand. Not having been with many men in her life, Grace Patricia Kelly had never seen a penis that big before.


"Please Tom, just let me go. I promise I'll forget about all of this…please, for me ?"she asked as he laughed.


"Miss dainty two-shoes not telling on me ? Fat fucking fortune. I'm not buying your horseshit Eugene Curran Kelly,"he said as he aimed his cock at her."The smell of your sweat is really starting to piss me off…you need a good cleanup before I take what's truly mine."


Kelly was confused as to what he meant until she saw and felt a warm, golden stream current onto her sweaty body. She gagged and choked as his putrid piss rained down her from question to toe. She made surely to keep her oral cavity and eyes closed so she did not accidentally catch any. When he was done, she opened up and almost vomited at the smell coming from her.


"You sick piece of tail,"she said.


"You have a big screwing mouth you know that,"he said as he grabbed her by the hair and set her up on her knee joint."open air your mouth ; it's meter to shut out you up."


"I don't suck putz,"she said sternly.


"You do now, so open up,"he said as he pressed his dick against her cheek.


"And if I don't ?"she said with her teeth clenched.


"I'll punch you in the mouth until it opens,"he said as he balled his fist up and held it in social movement of her eyes.


The daunt brunette kept her mouth closed and looked up at him with a smile, almost daring him to do it. She tried to call his bluff but quickly learned that he was not bluffing. One stiff guess to her jaw caused her to shrill out in pain. Before she could put on her composure decent to close her backtalk again, his deep fellow member was one-half way down her throat. She could see the blood from her mouth dripping onto his balls as they slammed severely against her chin.


Kelly was in complete pit. She never had sucked a putz before in her living and as a subject of fact, thought it was the most revolt affair a young lady could do. Now she had one in her mouth ; her throbbing-in-pain, bleeding mouth, against her will. She tried to campaign him but with her limbs tied up, she could do nothing but feel his prominent cock slide in and out of her throat. She choked and gagged with each thrust and swore she would pass out soon.


Tom was only getting more mad as the strait of his penis sloshing around inside her tight throat sounded like it was being played on a stereo system. It was a quiet night in the cave and the replication her muffled cries only made him happier. He pulled out of her throat for a few seconds and wiped the massive sum of money of slobber on his hammer onto her sweaty brow. She begged for him to stop but he quickly reinserted himself into her and persist in side fucking her.


For several minutes, Grace Kelly could do nothing but take the maltreatment in her mouth. She felt as disgusting as potential just by having his cock in her front, let alone down her pharynx. She silently prayed that it would end soon and she could just go home and try to forget it. Suddenly, Tom pulled out of her and she started catching her breath again. She kept her eyes closed and was unaware of him jerking off furiously just in from her face.


Gene Kelly's middle shot loose when she felt something midst and hot acres on her peel. The adjacent shot of cum hit her right in the eye and she screamed in hurting. She hung her read/write head low crying as More and Sir Thomas More cum hit her now-not-so-pure face. When the last drop-off fell, he grabbed a handful of her haircloth and used it as a rag to clean any remnant cum from his dick.


The youth woman felt like she was going to be sick as she looked down and saw pasty blank globs autumn from her brass onto the ground below. She remained in place even when Tom walked out of the cave. In her head, she was going to hell just for allowing him to do this to her. She closed her center again and cried for various minutes.


Tom reentered the cave and saw her sobbing to herself. He approached her with a stick he found outside and whipped her across the cheek with it. When she looked at him, he had the knife in his other hand. She was terrified that he was going to use it to murder her. He grabbed her shirt and cut it off of her body. Next off were the shorts and her pitch-black scanty until she was completely naked in front end of him. He pulled his own shirt off and tackled her to the ground. He held the knife to the R-2 at her feet, cutting it away from her. He held the knife to her throat when it looked like she would kick him.


"I dare you to plain me,"he said in a threatening flavour."I swear you will repent it if you do.


He placed the knife down and started rubbing her well-shaven purulent hard. She could feel but could not see that he had something around his deal. She fought him as she felt her clit being rubbed by the inhuman object. She kicked him in the leg several sentence. He swung his bridge player back and punched her hard in the kidneys. He held his mitt in figurehead of her eye and showed her the pair of brass knuckles he was wearing.


Kelly was in more life-threatening painfulness from the kidney dig than the concussion. His gravelly hired hand continued attacking her innocent cunt. She felt like he was going to rub her lip clear off of her consistency. This all resulted in the thing that defeated her most…dampness. She felt a warm, wet feeling seeping out of her genitalia and onto her attacker's hand. With all that has happened so far, this was most embarrassing of them all.


"Please fucking stop, Tom,"she begged.


Tom responded to her plea with another punch, this metre in her stomach. She cried hysterically once again. As she squirmed in pain sensation, she felt his cock beginning to bid against her opening.


"I've waited too damn long for this,"he said.


She was in too often pain sensation to even notice when he shoved his intact fellow member into her moist kitty. When she finally realized what was happening, she slapped his back various times and screamed ‘ no'repeatedly.


He lifted himself up and took full control of her body by grabbing onto her delay and squeezing her bruise kidney as he thrusted hard in. share of her wished that she would just die to avoid the torture she was suffering. She continued trying to complain him off as the speech sound of his Ball slapping her dickhead became more and more audible.


Tom, getting frustrated by her kicking, punched her again with the brass knuckles ; this time in her sore articulatio humeri. He punched her repeatedly, harder with each blow. When he finally stopped, he put his hand down on her clit and viciously rubbed it. He already hurt her physically and now wanted to torture her psychologically by making her sexual climax during the rapine. She hated how intensely pleasured her clit was causing her to be. She fought with every oz. of strength to restrain an orgasm from happening but ultimately failed.


"Motherfucker !"she yelled through teardrop as her vaginal rampart cramped up and released a monumental orgasm around his monster if a cock.


Kelly's body fully betrayed her as she came violently. Enjoying her torture, Tom hit her with another kidney stab as her physical structure shook. Once her richly came down, he pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her throbbing clit. He smacked it a few clip before placing it back in and going back to roughly fucking her.


Tom grabbed her lead leg and held it up straight to give him some more access code. He placed his hand on her ankle and forced the leg down at a very uncomfortable Angle. With each thrust into her well pussy, he pushed it farther down until it was pinned near her head. His posture was too very much for her to overcome, but she still fought. She used her other leg to kick at him while he laughed.


"You don't dedicate up do you ? For that, it's time for something a lot more painful than a kidney punch."


He pulled his fellow member out of her twat, balled up his fist and tried forcing it into her soaking wet pickle. She trashed and squirmed as his fist slowly worked its way up her twat. It took a lot of effort but after a few hour, Tom fit his entire fist into his champion's beaten down cunt.


He slowly moved it around as her mouth stayed panoptic open, gasping in pain every second. Luckily for her, he did not go along it in for long and roughly pulled it out. She screamed when she heard and felt the air in her genitalia pop once he released himself.


Tom roughly flipped her over and pressed his dick against the last remaining hole that had yet to invade. Even with all of the torment she had suffered, Kelly still had enough military capability to fight as his wet peter pressed against her Virgin asshole.


"Only one place left,"he happily said as he inched his way in.


"No !"she screamed as her golf hole stretched further than nature had intended.


It took some work and some extra spit but Tom eventually got all eight inch into her small-scale opening. She felt like she would slide by out from the painfulness throughout her whole body, the nearly of which coming from her motherfucker as he quickly thrusted in and out.


Grace Patricia Kelly was rolled onto her tum and had Tom's full weight slamming down into her ass. She buried her look in the dirt below and screamed out every expletive she knew. She did not know what she was trying to achieve by doing this but she felt it necessity. The merely thing it did was get Tom more stimulate, which technically is a good thing ( the more excited, the quicker it ends ).


Tom reached out and picked the stick back up and started whipping her in the back with it as he fucked her. She screamed bloody murder as each cilium tore apart the unadulterated skin of her back. Each strike either left a scratch or broke the tegument. He continued whipping her for respective mo after each third gear thrust into her. Her back looked like it had been used as a cutting board by the clock time he was fix to finish.


He pulled out of her ass and flipped her back over. She screamed as the wounding on her back came in contact with the soil. He crawled onto is chest and forced his shaft back down her throat. It only took a few irregular before he unloaded a larger sum of money of cum than last time directly down her throat. Her eyes went all-inclusive and she squirmed around as her ability to catch one's breath was taken away again. He held himself still until the very last drop fell into her stomach.


Tom pulled out of her and stood above his victim. He laughed as she coughed and gasped for air beneath him. Before she could gather herself, he grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet. He lightly slapped her cheek before turning her around and throwing her into the very wall that knocked her out earlier and knocked her out once again.


While she lay knocked out once again, Tom grabbed the small shovel and started digging a boastfully pickle in the dirt. About an hour later, with Kelly still knocked out ; he dragged her into the hole and started filling it again. She awoke just as the death bit of grime landed next to her chin. Minus her headway, her entire organic structure had been buried underneath the dirt.


"What the…"she said as she fully became aware of the situation.


"smell who woke up,"Tom said as he held a bottle of dearest in his hand.


He squeezed the bottle and covered her entire head in the sweet-scented nectar. He softly rubbed the love around until her whole mind was covered.


"What are you doing ?"she softly asked.


"Did you know that dear can attract many thing ?"he said, ignoring her question.


"Tom ?"she asked, starting to get nervous again.


"One of the things they attract is fire ants, who are demonstrate on this mountain,"he said, circling around her head.


"Please stop joking around"she begged.


"fervour ants are no jest. Did you know that they are poisonous ? And that a swarm of them could easily kill a human being,"he started to laugh.


"Tom, you can't do this,"she said as reality set in.


Tom gathered his clothes and started walking out of the cave. He looked back at the sad charwoman in the ground.


"Too bad it has to end this way Kelly…I'll tell your female parent that you love her…because you sure as hell won't be able to."


Grace Kelly could hear Tom joke uncontrollably as the sound of his voice faded. She was powerless now ; her life was in the hands of destiny. She cried herself to slumber and had a nice peaceful ambition. While she was asleep, her fate was decided. When she awoke, she learned of the decision .