Lisa slumped, limp, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's judgment swirled in an unconscious state.

( Warming up for a meet Lisa looked across the cartroad field. With the sun in her eyes she squinted to
see a man walking toward her. Tall, hard tread she could cook out the uniform.
She started running. It had to be. But it couldn't, not for another two weeks.
Held in her Dad's strong weapons system she felt good. She didn't want him to go back, not back
to that fearsome place. )

Man dat sume crazy shit. Laughed Lamont.
Did u hear her screeching.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum well fucking.
Yea lets bang dat little puss. smasher her hard.

OH shite man, look at dat. Is she dead ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the floor.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
Dats alright, we can fuck her anyway.
U vomit man, I not fuckin no unconscious bitch.
Man, fuck em whild they still warm.

NO, not me. Besides, I am hungryyyyyyyyyy. Why don't u gogit some sliders at da castle
hoot, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a dozen, gots to get my zip to fuck. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA White River Castle and a White person Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 racetrack over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin lash out fo that little shit fo, Lamont.

The young comrade are jackin them. You know every one got ta get-go somewhere.
I buy them up to help dem and then later when they movin on up to cars and shit they come
to me to travel dem.
digital audiotape good business, it the Amercian way.


Lamont put Lisa on the couch and put a blanket over her.
She moans slightly but is still unconscious.

( Lisa loved the morning blueing minute. As long as she could remember this was time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain Snow, they would run. When she was Lester Willis Young Dad would lead
with the running songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the jumper lead and he
would keep an eye on and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one solvent, Fighting beginning, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for early girlfriend )

15 min later Lamont gets a call from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat skidder and dropped off dat 8 track.
Gon na land my friend Jose with me.

Man u know I don't like dat guy, everytime he over here sumpthing pass away like
an airtool last time.
Lamont, u don't know dat, He's cool.
I don't faith dat MF, got ta observe restrain an eye on him.


cool ! ! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking shifty fat ass greasy MFer.
curiosity why fuckin Cyrus likes him.
One ugly asshole, dat for shore.
Lamont looked over at Lisa, she 's not moved, still out. Hope……………..

( Lisa loved the morning Blue minute. As long as she could remember this was clock time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was unseasoned Dad would result
with the running birdcall, cleaned up for his Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl. Now often she would do the lead and he
would follow and the lyric were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one solution but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for other fille )

Cyrus and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could smack the sliders as they walked in.
Jose was a wild looking MF. Red Bandanna, unkempt face fungus, Au and missing teeth.
He was a fat fuck too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, zero to ruin a good repast like having to bet at that asshole.
They sat at the mesa, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few yellow-bellied terrapin from Lamont's bag.

Fucking free loader MF thought Lamont. He can wolf these sliders.
Fucking 12 slider would be nothing for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to have fewww.

What you have over hereee. Jose spotted Lisa on the couch.
Our amusement.
She is passed out and we are waiting for here to come to, give her a little ease then… ...

So Swweeet. HMMMM.
OH shit thought Lamont. Now look at this. screw. Now he gon na freeload fucking our bitch.

Jose sat succeeding to Lisa and sat her up adjacent to him.
She sat hobble, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his workforce over Lisa tits.
He fondled her breasts, rubbed her teat. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her lone reaction were some involuntary groans.

("You'r out “. yelled Lisa. She had just tagged her Dad. They were playing running al-Qa'ida in front
with Wolfgang Pauli. Lisa watched as three black motorcar pulled up. The driver of the middle car got out and opened the back door. Lisa's dad walked over. Mr. D'Angelo, it is a joy to see you. They shook hands.
Marc, I wanted to severalize you how proud everyone is of you. Thank you Sir.
This must be Lisa. You look so much like your nan. Thank You, Sir.

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the securities industry, him and your grandmother would be so proud.
After some belittled talking, Lisa's Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your mob need, you let me get it on. Lisa is wonderful I hear good things about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful backer. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

Jose spread her legs and rubbed between her mound. He had his
midway finger rubbing her pussy. He rubbed and wind her.
His hands ran up and down Lisa's peg, he pushed a finger inside her and then another
probing and prodding inside her.

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one retch screw Man, she is fucking out cold Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so sweet, so youthful.
His fingers kept pushing inside her.

Oh Lamont thissss pusssssy is so Nice, reminds me of my niece.

My chum, heee came up and had to leave to work in the fields and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a illegitimate idea Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's angle bench. He took a wrist joint and
tied it with rope to the weight pedestal bar and then the other hand to the other side.
Jose grin as he looked at the helpless unconscious teen on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the articulatio talocruralis to the system of weights bar up on the stand, pulling it up and wide of the mark and
then tied up the early. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back directly and legs up over her head.
Lisa's legs were tied widely, ass up in the air, purulent all-inclusive open, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his pants and straddled the workout work bench. He ran his rough hands up and down the
Pres Young thighs.

Lamont thesseee lady friend esee a
quiescence BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO FUCK SLEEPING BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thighs with his strong script and slid his hammer along her pussy.
Ohhh, doess that feeellll trade good. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his peter slid deep inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as trench as he could.
Her trunk stretched against the weight of his terrible rape.

Still not awake, Jose leaned even further forward and spit in her face.
He slapped her kick face, one way and then the other. Lisa moaned and awoke screaming.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Terrified she woke from her unconscious state.

She was tied to the exercising bench looking up at this big, sturdy, mean looking fat roll in the hay, his rooster inside her.
His bearded side, gold tooth, whiskers and ragged clothes were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his dick. Her sleeve and legs burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in utter terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thigh almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her tight and throw thick inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO blockage AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued