Twenty year old Kelly Carlquist stood at the bottom of a mountain with her undecomposed friend and personal trainer Tom, ready for their hike up. Being an avid hiker, she had scaled the peck respective fourth dimension before, but this was the inaugural time she would be assisted only by one other somebody with no guide.


Kelly and Tom met at the gym respective months earlier. Tom, a flight simulator at the facility, was assigned to be her personal trainer. She was uneasy at first about having a man be that close to her but her mettle were quickly settled when she found out that he was gay.


Kelly would not own been too opposed to a straight man working out so close to her though. Ever since early on in high school day, Emmett Kelly was unknowingly acting like a cocktease. Even though she had only had sex a few times, from the outside you would retrieve that she was somewhat whorish. Whether it be her pie-eyed clothing or her jokingly coquettish conduct towards both boy and girls, she put on a persona that could not be farther from reality.


The two instantly became friends and spent a lot of time together. They had been planning this hike for several weeks. The architectural plan were for them to go over Memorial Day weekend but a dying in Tom's family cancelled those plans. It was now July 14 and they were ready to commence their adventure.


The heat energy of the summer was in full baseball swing as the thermometers were pushing close to a hundred degrees while the clock passed noon. Tom and Kelly were drenched in sweat just proceedings after exiting the car. Tom was dressed in a pair of white short circuit and a blanched T-shirt while Emmett Kelly was in a Patrick Victor Martindale White tank top and a short duad of Black shorts. Her farseeing dark-brown hair's-breadth was tied in a ponytail, with various strands of hair stuck to her shimmering skin.


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


"Let's go !"he responded


Tom grabbed his small knapsack filled with supplies while Kelly placed her water supply bottleful in her fanny pack and grabbed her bag full of food and water. They made their way on to the trail and started their journey to the top. After a few proceedings, she stopped and emptied her pee bottleful onto her cheek, trying to clear relief from the heat energy. Normally, she would have been embarrassed to hold water clinging to her white tank top and revealing the Bikini top underneath her shirt but since Tom was gay, she made it a antecedency to turn around and laughter as she shook her belittled breasts at him. He almost doubled over laughing before she turned around and kept going up the mountain.


It took several hours ( and several bottle of water ) before the two made it to the top and at their bivouac. Both were holding their shirts in hand as the atmospheric condition required them to off them. They took several breaks on the way to the top. Kelly was never one to take time out during a deputation. Her goal was always to get to the goal as fast as possible while being the first off person there. Getting to the top as fast as possible this meter was not possible. 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. Kelly pulled her shirt back on and sat down on the tranquil dirt beneath her. She stared at Tom's sweaty, ripped physique and could not help but solve her mouth. She knew she could not stimulate him and that only made him sexy 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 first time all day. They kept their optic up at the champion, watching them get brighter and brighter. She would occasionally search down at him while he was not looking and frailty versa.


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


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


"It's a little sore from the workout yesterday,"she said while he started lightly massaged it."That flavor nice ; you're great with your hands."


"I get that a lot,"he said.


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


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


Tom continued rubbing the Lester Willis Young cleaning lady's shoulder joint 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 have the desire to check him. Once his hands finally got tired, he stopped and went back to his original spot.


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


"No not yet,"she responded."All the Guy in town are jerked meat. Too bad I can't find a unbowed interpretation of you, I'd be so happy. So how about you ? Any new hombre in your life ?"


"Still looking sweetheart. I've had a twosome one-nighters but nothing life-threatening,"he said.


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


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


They kept making small talk for another hour before Princess Grace of Monaco started going through one of the bags and pulled out a modification of dress. 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 boobs 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 hands softly manipulated her chest.


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


Grace Kelly started to take hold of for her other shirt but his hand remained grasped onto her chest, his hairgrip getting tighter. She tried to advertize him off but he held on.


"For a gay guy, you really like feeling my tit don't you ?"she asked as the grin on his face 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 disoriented friend's throat.


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 firearm of your fresh ass and back in school day, you wouldn't fall in me a second look !"he yelled as she looked confused.


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


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


"That was you ?"she asked.


"Yes, you screamed out ass golf hole and everyone in that class proceeded to foretell me that like it was my name all year. I hated you so much, I wanted nothing Sir Thomas More than revenge,"he explained.


"Your revenge was making out with guy rope in front of me ?"she asked, still confused.


"necessary sacrifices. It was all part of the architectural plan to get to this degree,"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-and-roll, falling to the ground.


Tom stood over her with anger in his middle. Kelly picked up a handful of dirt and threw it in his eyes before getting up and running away from him. She looked back to see that he was following her and closing up in a hurry. When he was close, she made a sudden turn that threw him off for a second. She picked up a large sway and threw it towards his face. Unfortunately for her, she missed and only infuriated him further.


Grace Kelly kept making toilsome bout in an effort to hold him off her trial but he was too focused to have a go at it up. The fear that ran through her was its most intense. She saw a dark cave up ahead and headed into it. On the asset side of meat, he could not see his own nose in the darkness. The bad news…neither could she.


Tom slowed down and suddenly stepped on something diffuse. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and lit the area up. He aimed it down and saw Kelly lying unconscious on the ground with a giant bruise on her forehead. He looked up and saw that she smacked her head on a wall of rock. He put his phone down and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her out into the moonlit expanse. He looked around and saw that, with all the turns they made, they were only a few hundred base from their campsite.


Tom walked back and retrieved his bag of"supplies ”. In reality, it was more of a torture sackful. inside were forget me drug, lanterns, a lighter, a hunting knife, a small shovel and a twain of cheek metacarpophalangeal joint. He brought them all back to the cave and lit the two lanterns. He dragged her hobble body back into the now-lit cave and used the roach to tie her hands and metrical unit behind her.


He left to go back to the campsite and came back with the bag of intellectual nourishment and water. He took out a feeding bottle 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 stoolpigeon to the side of her face and stepped on her hard. When he let go, she screamed for help.


"Scream all you want Kelly, no one can discover you. You seem smart enough to recognise that…I dead reckoning I was improper,"he said with a laugh.


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


Tom knelt down next to her and ran his finger's breadth through her whisker."How am I going to pay you dim cunt ?"


She gasped as the death word left his backtalk. Never before had Weary Willie Carlquist been called a bitch 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 laborious across the stomach which caused her to screech 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 red cent thing ! It's not my flaw you couldn't handle being called an asshole !"she continued trying to die destitute before he spit on her face.


"You did do many beshrew things. You are nada but a flirtatious little bitch that needs a commodity educational activity to,"he said.


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


"So when you wear those tight shirts at the gym with no bra underneath, that's not flirting ? When you pretend to make out with your girl 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 capitulum up."If only you knew how much cum I've shot just thinking about you."


"You're a disgusting piece of hoot,"she said as she spit at him.


Tom dropped her forefront and she slammed down to the ground, letting out a whimper as she hit. She closed her middle as the pain of her get-go head accidental injury intensified. When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom's shorts down at his foot. She looked up and saw his monolithic eight inch pecker in his script. Not having been with many men in her life, 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 goody two-shoes not telling on me ? Fat fucking chance. I'm not buying your bullshit Kelly,"he said as he aimed his tool at her."The odor of your sweat is really starting to micturate me off…you need a good cleaning 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 dead body. She gagged and choked as his putrid piss rained down her from head word to toe. She made sure to proceed her mouth and centre closed so she did not accidentally catch any. When he was done, she opened up and almost vomited at the odour coming from her.


"You sick fuck,"she said.


"You have a big nookie mouth you know that,"he said as he grabbed her by the hair and set her up on her human knee."clear your back talk ; it's time to shut you up."


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


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


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


"I'll punch you in the back talk until it opens,"he said as he balled his fist up and held it in straw man of her eyes.


The scared brunette kept her sass closed and looked up at him with a smile, almost daring him to do it. She tried to telephone his bluff but quickly learned that he was not bluffing. One stiff guess to her jaw caused her to shriek out in pain. Before she could pull in her composure adequate to shut her sass again, his buddy-buddy member was half way down her throat. She could see the rip from her mouth dripping onto his balls as they slammed severely against her Kuki.


Eugene Curran Kelly was in complete hellhole. She never had sucked a dick before in her life and as a affair of fact, thought it was the most disgusting thing a girl could do. Now she had one in her sass ; her throbbing-in-pain, bleeding back talk, against her will. She tried to fight him but with her limbs tied up, she could do nix but finger his vauntingly cock slideway in and out of her throat. She choked and gagged with each thrusting and swore she would lapse out soon.


Tom was only getting more stimulate as the sound of his member sloshing around inside her tight throat sounded like it was being played on a stereoscopic photograph system. It was a quiet Night in the cave and the reverberation her muffle cries only made him happier. He pulled out of her throat for a few seconds and wiped the monumental amount of slobber on his cock onto her sweaty forehead. She begged for him to stop but he quickly reinserted himself into her and continued font fucking her.


For several minutes, Kelly could do nix but take the abuse in her mouth. She felt as disgusting as potential just by having his peter in her presence, let alone down her throat. 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 column inch from her face.


Kelly's eyes shot open when she felt something thick and hot land on her skin. The next pellet of cum hit her right in the eye and she screamed in pain. She hung her head word low crying as more and more cum hit her now-not-so-pure facial expression. When the last drib fell, he grabbed a handful of her fuzz and used it as a rag to cleanse any remaining cum from his dick.


The young char felt like she was going to be vomit as she looked down and saw sticky Edward Douglas White Jr. globs fall from her face onto the ground below. She remained in place even when Tom walked out of the cave. In her mind, she was going to hell just for allowing him to do this to her. She closed her eyes 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 boldness 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 black scanty until she was completely naked in straw man of him. He pulled his own shirt off and tackled her to the ground. He held the knife to the ropes at her foundation, cutting it away from her. He held the tongue to her throat when it looked like she would kick him.


"I dare you to kick me,"he said in a threatening tone."I swear you will regret it if you do.


He placed the knife down and started rubbing her well-shaven slit hard. She could feel but could not see that he had something around his hand. She fought him as she felt her clit being rubbed by the cold object. She kicked him in the leg several time. He swung his mitt back and punched her hard in the kidneys. He held his hand in forepart of her eyes and showed her the pair of governing body knuckle joint he was wearing.


Kelly was in more spartan infliction from the kidney blastoff than the concussion. His rough out hand continued attacking her unacquainted pussycat. She felt like he was going to rub her lips clear off of her organic structure. 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 mortifying of them all.


"Please fucking stop, Tom,"she begged.


Tom responded to her plea with another slug, this clip in her belly. She cried hysterically once again. As she squirmed in pain, she felt his prick beginning to press against her opening.


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


She was in too a good deal pain in the ass to even observe when he shoved his stallion member into her moist pussy. When she finally realized what was happening, she slapped his back various time and screamed ‘ no'repeatedly.


He lifted himself up and took full control of her organic structure by grabbing onto her hold and squeezing her contuse kidney as he thrusted hard in. component of her wished that she would just die to avoid the overrefinement she was suffering. She continued trying to kick him off as the speech sound of his Ball slapping her SOB became more than and Sir Thomas More audible.


Tom, getting frustrated by her kicking, punched her again with the brass knuckles ; this time in her sore shoulder. He punched her repeatedly, operose with each blow. When he finally stopped, he put his handwriting down on her clit and viciously rubbed it. He already hurt her physically and now wanted to torment her psychologically by making her climax during the rape. She hated how intensely pleasured her clit was causing her to be. She fought with every ounce of persuasiveness to keep an orgasm from happening but ultimately failed.


"Motherfucker !"she yelled through weeping as her vaginal paries cramped up and released a monumental sexual climax 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 shot as her body shook. Once her highschool came down, he pulled his dick out and rubbed it against her throbbing clit. He smacked it a few time before placing it back in and going back to roughly fucking her.


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


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


He pulled his phallus out of her cunt, balled up his clenched fist and tried forcing it into her soaking wet yap. She trashed and squirmed as his fist slowly worked its way up her pussy. It took a lot of effort but after a few moment, Tom fit his total fist into his champion's beaten down cunt.


He slowly moved it around as her rima oris stayed wide open, gasping in pain every indorsement. Luckily for her, he did not keep it in for foresightful and roughly pulled it out. She screamed when she heard and felt the air in her crotch pop once he released himself.


Tom roughly flipped her over and pressed his hammer against the shoemaker's last remaining hole that had yet to infest. Even with all of the twisting she had suffered, Kelly still had enough strength to fight as his wet stopcock pressed against her Virgin asshole.


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


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


It took some work and some extra spit but Tom eventually got all eight inches into her small initiative. She felt like she would pass out from the pain throughout her whole physical structure, the nigh of which coming from her asshole as he quickly thrusted in and out.


Gene Kelly was rolled onto her belly and had Tom's entire weightiness slamming down into her ass. She buried her expression in the scandal below and screamed out every expletive she knew. She did not know what she was trying to accomplish by doing this but she felt it requisite. The solitary thing it did was get Tom more wind up, 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 lash tore apart the perfect pelt of her book binding. Each hit either left a grade or broke the skin. He continued whipping her for several minutes after each 3rd thrust into her. Her back looked like it had been used as a cutting board by the clip he was ready to finish.


He pulled out of her ass and flipped her back over. She screamed as the wounding on her back came in contact lens with the terra firma. He crawled onto is chest and forced his cock back down her throat. It only took a few bit before he unloaded a larger quantity of cum than in conclusion time directly down her throat. Her eyes went blanket and she squirmed around as her ability to take a breather was taken away again. He held himself still until the very last bead fell into her stomach.


Tom pulled out of her and stood above his dupe. He laughed as she coughed and gasped for air beneath him. Before she could gain 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 bulwark that knocked her out earlier and knocked her out once again.


While she lay knocked out once again, Tom grabbed the small excavator and started digging a large hole in the shite. 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 lastly bit of dirt landed next to her Kuki. Minus her head, her intact body had been buried underneath the dirt.


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


"Look who woke up,"Tom said as he held a feeding bottle of honey in his hand.


He squeezed the bottle and covered her integral head in the sugariness nectar. He softly rubbed the honey around until her whole headspring was covered.


"What are you doing ?"she softly asked.


"Did you know that honey can draw many matter ?"he said, ignoring her question.


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


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


"Please blockade joking around"she begged.


"Fire ants are no prank. Did you know that they are vicious ? And that a swarm of them could easily wipe out a human being,"he started to laugh.


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


Tom gathered his wearing apparel 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 mother that you love her…because you sure as hell won't be able-bodied to."


Kelly could hear Tom laugh uncontrollably as the audio of his voice faded. She was powerless now ; her life was in the hands of fate. She cried herself to sleep and had a Nice passive pipe dream. While she was asleep, her fate was decided. When she awoke, she learned of the conclusion .