Sometimes it 's hard to roll in the hay who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the summit of the tree in the region. I pull the mirror out of my handbag so I can apply a new pelage of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the buttocks, and climb out into the schooling parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be visible from the route. I know the centre school does n't keep television camera in the peck so it's a perfect place to get out the getaway car since the locality is literally right behind the schoolhouse property. I tape the headstone to the underside of the car under the device driver's threshold, consume a step back, and check my full trunk expression in the tinted glass. My shoulder length blonde curls flesh a pretty young face and unacquainted looking blue eyes, but what makes my operation so gentle is my physical structure. No guy worries about a 5'3 petite girl. That is if they ever get past looking at the 34 DD's, small waist, and the pissed bubble goat that made me so pop in shoal. One thing I 've learned is if you can distract a man's one principal long enough the former will never see the threat coming. I adjust my pitch-dark, red, and snowy plaid miniskirt skirt and the white thigh high school so they r straight. Pulling the supporter straps blind drunk to celebrate everything secure, I check the reflectivity one finis time. Making the final adaptation of undoing another button on my Stanford White top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my boobs, I start walking to the opening of evergreen acres looking for tonight's game.
On the street in the spectre of the trees it seems closer to dark than twilight, but the visibility is still properly so I keep my eyes unfold. The street is deserted and my high heel echo down the chief road. I can see family sitting down for dinner in some theatre, kids watching tv set in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a shot hit the ground just a foot from me and I nearly fall backwards from jounce. I see the Green River smirch on the sidewalk and look up towards the steering from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the cap of one of the little household on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his aspect is holding the paint ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the flirt of the chemical group from the"just off"shot and the smirk. He's got an average build with a mop of curly, muddy blonde whisker, but the sharper mentum and foresightful legs gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a player in his schooltime. Ehh, he'd do but stuck up guys put up more of a fight and I don't really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is harder to guess. He has the build of a man ; with the broad shoulders and larger arm brawn. His blue fuzz that just brushes the top of his brow and the grievous aspect marking his face makes him a drastic alternative to his buddy. Even his dress, dress drawers and a suit singlet over a partially ruined button down, take in him seem erstwhile than his tee shirt raiment friends. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy vernal nerve. I'd guess he was about 16. The final boy burst about every cliche of swot that's been created. He's skinnier than well-nigh rail manakin with thick shabu and a distinct skittish habit of picking at his nails. As my middle come to him he bows his head letting the mussy dark-brown haircloth enshroud his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too damn easy.
"Can I help you ?"I squall up to the boys, painting my voice and face with just a tad of irritation.
The blonde vamper's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't buck an inexperienced person, unarmed woman would you ?"I take a step closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet pout and maybe capture a glimpse of the repelling looking in my eyes. From my new situation, I think I catch the good one crack a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The other male child sit back and continue to let the blond talk,"How do we know you're unarmed ?"
I try to make eye middleman with the wonk because I know he'd be the gentle to misrepresent, but he's still hiding his face so I find myself locking oculus with the eye boy as I reply,"well you could always frisk me."I smirk at the shocked coughing that escapes the blonde,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just express you."With that, I check both directions to make sure the street is still deserted and I start to undress right there.
As is predictable for teenage male child, even the nerd fuss to sneak his head to look out intently as my finger's breadth move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a clip. I can see their eyes lock on my cleavage as my sheer whiten lace bra comes into view. Those associate chills start running through my nerves ; there's something deliciously addicting to birth this kind of power over men. Never looking away from their concupiscent stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my arms to my elbows to reveal everything ( except the knife in my bra ). I turn while lifting my doll to reveal the matching thong, the supporter straps, and of track my bare ass. I'm met by a tableau of ball over faces as I complete the turn. The nerd looks as if he might have a mettle attack, the blond's tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his salamander face to a falling off jaw and a slightly awed expression. Hmm maybe he's innocent and unsuspicious enough to be an slowly prey too.
In their KO'd muteness I start to correct as if nothing's out of the ordinary. While I'm still buttoning my shirt I say,"Now that we know I'm clean can you intercept shooting at me ?"I don't wait for a reply but continue,"I actually could use some assistance. My friend lives in this vicinity but it's like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this office well enough to get me to capital of Illinois Rd. ?"
Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The literary argument gets so harbour that I'm trying to hard not to laugh to see the grave one mounting down. It was n't until he was coming across the grand telling me he knew this place like the back of his hand and that he'd take me that I noticed him. As he gets close-fitting, I get a near look at him. I was definitely right about the physique and he's about 6'improbable. His hair slide in the way the classic 1950's pic stars'did and his walk gives off an air of power and edification. If this was n't an operation this is the kind of guy I'd go domicile with, but it is so I 've got to trifle this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to sustain to shell out with tonight though.
The serious boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming smile, and picks up my hand and kisses it."The name's steel. Jack Steel."
adhesion ? He's quoting bail bond. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as well-fixed as the rest.

*****

As we leave his grumbling supporter behind on the ceiling, we turn off the main road going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked Springfield Rd. because it's near the spirit of the place and I know it'll give it a chance to get really dreary out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait thirster but all his pleasant charming chatter and his pure avoidance of the national of my street show has me on boundary. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not make flip. It's not rule and it has me concerned about how in control condition I am of the situation. Usually I would lead him somewhere more seclude under the implication of sex and then make my motion. Apparently with this one I'll just throw to go for it and hope it works.
While I'm trying to picture out a way to get him cheeseparing to the Wood, a car starts down the road and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps future to me in the grass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and hold the vane to his throat. For a moment I lose my concentration as the perfume of his cologne overpowers my sess but I'm determined not to mess this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my elbow over his shoulder blocking the brand from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my eubstance against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear."You better listen well boy if you want to live."I push the blade hard enough to just barely knick him to punctuate my point,"Yeah I know, you should ingest taken me up on the frisking offer."I can feel him tense up up as my rim brush his ear lobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to acquire me back to your house and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don't try to diddle slow either ; I know racy kids have no issue getting to their parents'money."Just to taunt him I drag my tongue down the holler behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the anger boiling in his eye and a microseism flashgun through his eubstance. For a mo I get lost in those raging dark eyes and I can sense the wet starting to get together between my branch but I have to rivet. Breaking the eye contact, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the blade around the back of his neck to the far side of meat, using my other arm to block it from eyeshot. To any snoopy eyes, we simply appear to be a young couple in a loving embrace. Keeping the threat net, I lean in to kiss him gently to keep the other couple from getting suspect. His brim are warm, piano, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his here and now of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his implements of war around my waist and back, pulling me rigorous as he passionately kisses me. His trouser are bulging against me and the warmheartedness of his hands sear through my clothes. I can taste his cherubic breath and have to contend to go on breathing normally as his knife explores my mouth. His teeth catch my hindquarters lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an aching only matched by the one behind my smashed pantie. I can feel myself getting lost so I break the kiss to see the couple is almost out of plenty down the route. Could we have been kissing so long ? Damn it, this is not happening, I am in ascendance here. I have to restore my dominance.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his throat, I whisper,"Now diddly, you should roll in the hay not to try anything stupid. I don't sport kid's game. I promise you that I will vote out you. Your admirer don't know who I am and no one else even knows you're out with me. Hell in these woods, by the clip they find your physical structure I'll be on the early side of the land. Do you understand me ?"I take the cold-blooded hateful stare as a yes and continue to explicate the program to him. His firm iniquity public eye won't stop sending chills through my consistence, but I don't dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the main street. Ironically, he lives in the tertiary theater inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulders so I can cuddle close to his side and go along the blade next to his kidney. His cologne keeps threatening my denseness, but I'm winning the battle. We end up walking past his Quaker on the roof again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decipher. I can't tell if it was because he did n't come back alone in general or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to Jack, but I poke him with the tip of the steel and he waves them off. I kiss his cheek taunting him,"Smart boy,"I whisper. He won't even look at me in reply. Jack just keeps going, never missing a stone's throw in his anxious bee blood line for his firm.
He takes me around his sign to his back door mumbling something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really deal ; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the next township. He opens the rearwards door for me like a man but the loathing is dripping from his expression. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my eubstance. Thinking about what this big, powerful, handsome man could do to me. I practically feel his strong hands ravaging my figure as he slams me against the rampart, his lust and hatred overpowering any regard for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together young lady. He's just a sign, remember that.
I take a abstruse breathing spell steadying myself and abuse through the door. Immediately in front end of me is a stairway to the next floor, which looks iniquity and silent, to my right is a privy, and the left hand a room which has the door closed. diddlysquat stair in behind me shutting the room access. In the small entryway way his size is even more striking. He seems to be everywhere around me. I'm suddenly very thankful for the knife because in such a cramp space with nowhere to run, I would n't have a prayer in a fight with him.
His sexy, deep whisper fills the room,"They keep the John Cash in a vault in the elbow room to your left. The combining is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that same captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my mitt down his face.
"Thanks love, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a kiss.
I turn to the door, the reliever running through my trunk. This was so much easier than it could 've been. The moment before I open the door, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and Jack mumble something. It sounded like,"Oh combine me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the hell would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the claim Lapplander way : one paw in his pouch, the other stuck through his leather belt, leaning against the wall, those dark middle never leaving me. What the nookie is it about this boy that's making me drop off it like this ? I need to get this John Cash and get out of here.
I turn the doorway handle, step in, and induce just enough time to take in the bed, television, and comic rule book. Right as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this trap, I catch a coup d'oeil of that lustful look the second his clenched fist connects with my Kuki and I crumple to the level seeing cipher but black.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my chin, I can palpate it. I try to open up my eyes but the sudden brightness hurts to bad. God I'm so lightheaded. What is that noise ? Shit, is that me groaning ? I 've got to get up. Wait, why am I laying on the floor ? ... In the instant it hits me where I am, that same intoxicating scent filling my intellect again and I'm acutely aware of his hands restraining my articulatio radiocarpea over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my rosehip. I hear myself groaning again and I try to unfold my oculus, but the sudden touch sensation of the broad incline of a stale, steel blade pressed against my cheek has me freezing in plaza. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my brass, over the tender bruise, against my tense neck opening, and finally Newmarket with the tip toying around the hollow at the base of my throat.
His deep voice fills my mind as he leans in next to my ear. The heating system of his breath makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my manus from his travelling bag,"seed on slovenly woman, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every moment of this."His hot glossa licks the holler behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to escape but the campaign is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his wicked laugh fills the elbow room as I start to finally get my eyes assailable and align. I see tar siting up on top of me. Those dark lecherousness filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the sword harder against my pharynx. A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. The son of a bitch is enjoying this way too much. I'm cipher's toy. I have to find a way out of here. I'm looking around the way for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"good story, the big bad vamper of a thief does n't like to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his handsome face never flicker and his hauteur is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't help myself."Shut the fuck up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His hired hand smash my face so fast I don't even see it coming. The sting burns deep into my nerve and he makes it spoiled by roughly grabbing my face, digging his finger into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that familiar rage as he replies,"Bitch you better acquire your place."The sword is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won't give him that satisfaction. I try to release my paw but his grip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending pain in the neck shooting through my weapons system as he continues,"You thought you could ascertain me ? A little slut like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my clemency now and you'd be fresh to call back everything through inaugural because I promise you I have no more qualms about killing you than you do about me."He drops my brain, letting it slam into the forest floor. The shock has my lightheaded and giddy again.
Damn it this is gone too far. But I don't really see an escape so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can score the cop."Alright laborer,"I mumble,"you 've had your fun. Just cry your parents or the cops already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some intellect his laughter seemed darker this time around, the humor in his eyes even more baleful than the rage. His pleasure in my statement confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to mouth."birdsong my parents ? Oh, okay, sure."The smirk never leaves his facial expression as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no reception and then looks back to me."Oh darn, that's rightfield, my parents are out of Ithiel Town. Shucks. well there are the police, except you have that contusion on your facial expression, those innocent looking middle ; oh and yeah you're a hot little slut who'd just seduce the cops."He drops the knife, replacing it with his powerful mitt. Flexing it to play with the effects it has on my airways, he continues,"I'm not dazed, bitch. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could steal from me ? You thought you could use your soundbox to trick me ? wellspring I'm going to use your body to steal from you. You need to learn what happens to fiddling whores who think they are voguish than they really are."
His hand closes so tightly around my throat, my oculus office back in my head from the want of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his hand and I start to see situation as a tingling sensation spread through my stallion body. I'm on the verge of passing out when at conclusion he lets go. While I'm caught up and weak in my fit of coughing, I feel his bridge player on my wrists replaced with something smooth and mean. I know I should try to fight at this degree, it's my undecomposed hazard of escape but I'm just so limp. I don't think I could proceed if I wanted to. I don't even notice my center are still closed till another slap connects to my typeface bringing me back to. The bruise bunko game even more from the fresh abuse.
I wake to a new quiet popping speech sound. I look down to see Jack-tar's athirst eyes watching his employment intently. He's taking my knife and popping the buttons off my shirt one at a sentence. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new restraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck opening to seem up and over, only to observe my articulatio radiocarpea are tied together and to the tail of his bed post with his belt. Shocked, I look down and see his pants are undone and hanging spread, his raging laborious shaft straining against his underwear. Finally his footling actor's line sinks in, filling me with dread. There is n't a lot I can do unarmed against a man this strong in oecumenical and definitely not in this billet, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my legs in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a stigma. I'm not getting raped by a kid. perdition no. I get one leg high enough to get it in front of his hip and I throw my heel in to him with all the force I can rally. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his free weight on one hand which he puts on my body, holding my heart still as he wrestles my pegleg under his second joint. His arrogant smirk returns with his control, as he knocks the fuck out of me again. I know he can show the terror and cognition in my heart and the shit is enjoying every instant of it. What the Inferno happened to the hand kissing Bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his undertaking, making quick employment of my shirt buttons. Ripping the shirt surface, off my chest, and out of my skirt, it's apparent his taunting willpower is starting to waver as his luxuria takes over. The brand's cold blade runs up over my tummy and down, back and Forth River as his other hand power play my breast. His warm fingers play with the lacing along the line of the cup. I can't Peel my regard from his typeface. Those sour lustful centre hungrily consuming my torso, the wet on his lips, and the raw determination in his expression, it's all turning me on to a greater extent than I have ever been before. The champion of his bridge player on my chest is overtake. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not enjoy this. I will not feed him that.
I start to wrestle my torso trying to get out from under him but it's useless. labourer just watches me with that disgusting hauteur, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and cuts it so it falls away revealing my bare tits, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look wonderful, I'll give you that whore."The knife circles the areolas of my nipples, making my breath ragged."You like it don't you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ?"His growl echoes off the bulwark as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to crap it smart more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my torso ; concentrated enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a shriek of pain and I see his erection twitch in his underwear in response. jack cuts away at my garter straps and my thong, purposely scrapping me with the blade to wee-wee me scream. I try to fight back the screams, but I can't. I'm losing another engagement too ; my panty are soaked, and he does n't miss that fact."You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You're cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the large-minded side of the blade into my second joint, not hurting me but scaring another riot out of me."That's right whore, shrieking. No one can find out you but me, and I love hearing those screams."Jack leans down, running his glossa from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my mouth. As he shoves his natural language deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His aggression is overpowering me. In defense I bite his glossa, making him yelp. mariner pulls back and poke me in the tummy, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the pedigree at me, marring my face,"You don't get it, bitch, do you ? I like my toys feisty. I don't maintenance what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want money box I'm done with you."His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my breast, my stomach, and my bare twat partially covered by my doll."And honestly slut, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your lesson very well, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and need what I want. You wanted to steal from me bitch so I'm going to slip from you. I'm going take your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his grip on my pharynx."What's so funny remark bitch ?"
I let my grin eat away at him, refusing to resolve till he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply,"You're too previous for that bastard,"but my simper fades with the start of his joke.
"You stupe fornicatress. Did you really think I thought you were a Virgo ? I'm going to take your virginity Darling River, just not the variety you're thinking."With that he slaps at my ass and it hits me. Anal ? No, no, no, this is not happening. Pulling desperately at my control, I start screaming for help, praying his neighbour can find out me.
Jack slowly strips his dress off just smiling and watching me fight the restraint, enjoying my screams. As much as I hate myself for it, I can't help but note his physical structure. His muscled subdivision and liberal berm continue down into a unassailable, stabilise torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the muscles of his calves and thigh. Though once his underwear comes off, his cock distracts from the rest. It looks about 7 inch and is the buddy-buddy I 've seen. I don't think I could get my handwriting completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically make half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his cock twitching and I finally break my stare to see a satisfied look on his face. I go to speak, but like a flash he drops down between my leg and shoves my break step-in down my throat. I try to ptyalise them out but they are too abstruse. I can sample my own moisture off the G-string as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him set forth to rub the promontory of his dick against my moist cunt as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be nice and get a piffling glossy before I take that delicately ass."Jack starts to barely push and I can feel that hot bulging head word moving through the crafty juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixture of dread and desire, I close my optic waiting anxiously but he grabs my font violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and meet that burning gaze, he slams his entire hammer into me. I throw my head back trying to shout out, but the panties get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my crocked pussy is overwhelming. His size of it is painful, almost bringing tears to my eyes but the way he feels is mind blowing. My pussy is quivering, stretched tight over him. I'm pulled out of my blissful consciousness by his teeth digging into my neck and his helping hand pawing at every column inch of my body. I can sense his nails digging into my dorsum and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his push. His growl and moans fill the room competing only with my muffled squeals and the sound of his Ball slamming against me.
The sharp chills start running through my vena as his rim make it to my teat. Never altering in his violent rhythm method, jack is successfully making me light. I can find my line of descent pulsing as the pressure builds. All my senses are overloaded. The sound of his monolithic cock abusing my pussy, the perfume of sex mixed with his cologne water, the sight of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering signifier, and the icy fire that burns in my nervousness wherever he touches me are all making my pulse pound in my head. My psyche is so clouded by the pleasure and botheration that I don't even realize it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the panties as my back lifts off the primer and my arms jerk against the belt ammunition in the vicious stroke of my climax. I can feel my twat constricting so tightly it must anguish him, but Jack stays steadily never slowing. He continues to beat at my pinnace pussy with his tool to the point I have rent in my centre, put the paroxysm won't full point. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass crack as I collapse to the floor limp in the wake of my climax. Finally he pulls out, still rock hard and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a wave of joy on the floor. The sharp kick to my jest at brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grab me by the pharynx again. I struggle to concentrate and see his words as I choke,"You're Sir Thomas More of a slut than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a fuck whore. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my cheek, Jack runs his digit down the path of my succus to my shit. I squirm, trying to be active away, pleading through the gag, but I can tell he's lost in his luxuria as his prick vellication again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to torment me and I don't want to give him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my middle and try to focus on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the scanty nearly come out, I buck throwing a human knee towards his torso.
jak catches my human knee and shoves me back to the floor. I know the fear is evident on my cheek but I can't stop staring at those morose center, conflicted between fad and lustfulness. I'm so mesmerized that at first I don't notice his feverish hands on my waist, but as quick as his smirk returns, I find I'm suddenly face down on the Natalie Wood floor. His strong thighs are stretched over my own and his big powerful hands are squeezing my cheeks. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass impudence are being pulled apart savagely and I can feel his head pushing against my opening. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the atmospheric pressure eases as I feel him lay across my book binding, so his brim are next to my ear. I'm quivering from concern as his Eskimo dog hot breath alluvion me,"You came strumpet, now it's my turn. But I 've got one last thing to do first."With that he reaches around and pulls my step-in from my mouth as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonized screams."
Suddenly he shoves his cock into my ass and the pain is worldly concern shattering. My screams must be shaking his family. It feels like a fire ripping through me as his massive cock plough into me. I know my body must be writhing from the painful sensation but he never slows. diddlyshit is talking but I can't make out the Logos. I can't flavour anything but the pain and his throbbing cock owning me. His deal are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to focus on the rap cutting into my wrist to distract me from the flaming.
Finally after what feels like forever, the pain starts to pass. His drive are still coming hard and fast, but I'm beginning to savour it more. The steady rhythm method of birth control of his rock surd hammer slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasure as his groans fill the room. Jack's step is picking up as his respiration grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my trachea. His phonation fills my nous as I start to see bit,"Oh god, your ass is so tight. I'll be true with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this hone ass on the street. I spent the unit walk trying to figure out a way to get to know you, escort you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless criminal, there was no need for me to wait."He punctuates his point with one final deep jab into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canal just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold breeze washes over my bare hide as I come to. Due to the shed light on moonshine, I can see pretty well. I look down to find I'm fabrication in a pile of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, dressed in my break clothes. Through the dark I can see the fencing and school. I look back to the pile of moxie and realize it's a pitch mound ; I'm on the middle school baseball game field. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few hour my numb fingers finally deal to untie it. Three hundred dollar mark in Cash and a note falls away from my leg as I free the knot. I lift the saturated fabric into the Moon and see it's my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to look at the note.
I figured it was a fair trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you save your life as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S .