Lisa the wretched trivial kidnapped female child scout stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her weaponry behind her back. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. role of her scout uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The missy Scout -1
The Gril Scout -2 papa


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her oral fissure or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her foremost fuck.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her number one climax. Now she waited, helpless at the total mercy of her capturer. Her mind raced.
What would they do next ? What would pass off ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not house. What would they do with her. Would they have sex with her again ?

She felt so many pain but more than anything her articulatio humeri ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her articulatio humeri. Her personal arena ached from the rough nooky. She suffered bruise and cuts, not serious but all awful. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The humor of the men was deepening, driven by spirits and pot and of course, the sight of the helpless
objet d'art of livid centre strung up before their eye. There was a force lust. A lecherousness to fuck this egg white girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lust, hate, desire.

whirling through all the men were thoughts of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. fucking a young egg white Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smile. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good dickhead, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, tactile property so estimable.
He relived the mo talkin how beneficial she was, how good it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be following. An old beefy sinister man his aspect showed the
the hard life of his many age. His face was pock marked and his hands rough out and calloused from
class of toilsome work.

Lisa could feel his hands on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused finger probed her. His finger pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could find his nails and his rough in pelt. The she could feel two fingerbreadth and then a third.

NONO Don't Stop

His finger twisted round and round. Then he fucked her with his three fingerbreadth brutally penetrating
her. In and out his fingers moved, stopping only to stroke her clitoris. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one sweet twat, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingers on her case and then stuck his fingers in Lisa's sassing.
preference it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and slit juice from his hand.

Now miss, I got something special for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all kinds of cock. This hear is a power staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a clip
of staples they use for palette, supernumerary longs the call them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you crazy. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a staple into an nearby board. BAM BAM
Yu gon na be side by side. NO NO You are Crazy.

THUMP ! Lisa hit the ground when the cable holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the ground she felt the moment relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to fawn away. A pathetic useless effort to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked gripe was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba drag over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

subdivision grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her mortise joint and tied them to the legs on one side. Her legs were spread along the side of the legs of the horse.
afters. nooky look at dat tinker's dam. ready fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrists were tied to the saw horse leg
at the former end.
As she lay cruelly on the top plug-in, her chest spread on either side.
The ring watched in anticipation as the tool man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool terrace sobbing waiting.

Yu gon na git it now, dat instrument man some mean shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The tycoon stapler Bubba had could charge staple fiber a good length. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the piddling bitch Lisa's ass. He shot a raw material and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two staples lodged in the squawk ass. Small blood track and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass meat twitched, musculus's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A tenuous speech sound and she jumped.

Looked at ass startle Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass heart quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staples were lodged deeply.
Good pungency to dem MF's. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more raw material slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple fiber dat ass, DAT it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough handwriting pulling her toward him as he thrust cryptical inside her.

DAT I MAN. figure out IT WORK IT
fuck her grueling man. fucking dat white shit man.



To Be Continued