Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big drear heart that looked as if they were about to erupt Forth with weeping, and measurements I would imagine to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, staring ! I saw her at a pizza pie joint that had an out-of-door patio. She was sitting with what I could only don was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about XVIII years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a board away and I have pretty dear hearing. Stacie was wearing a whitened ruffle blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, white genu air sock, and blank ballet-style skimmer flat. The little girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued argument with her male familiar, something about him having roving heart and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her young man went to the toilet, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a bloodless 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark bowling alley in front of mine. As she opened her room access, I approached her. I could smell her aroma just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

'' MMMUMMMFFF ... MMURMMPPHHHH ! ! ! ``, she whimpered into my hired man as she struggled a bit.

'' Shut up little miss ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and cipher would do it. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep tranquility and put your mitt behind your back. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her wrist joint behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her cry, securely bound her carpus together behind her backbone. Tying her goody ankles together, I opened the tree trunk of my car and forced the shakiness new lady inside, where I bound her ankle to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the eating house and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could make out the syncope phone of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long piece, so my victim would n't know where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's eye were wide with awe after having been in the trunk for so hanker. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her luscious sassing gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the torso. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would wipe out her and leave her eubstance in the Sir Henry Wood. In the moonlight, I could see tears slop down her impudence and hear her whimpers. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the ground and ripped spread her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm knocker and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the side

'' Nobody can discover you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and fill you with my seed. I hope you 're on birthing ascendence. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with everlasting threat and she shook her mind, either to protest that she was about to get despoil or that she was n't on birth mastery. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered oddment down her vibration thighs, before ripping off her panties. Completely naked, except for her white second joint high gear stockings and bootleg flats, the young womanhood was incapacitated ... and all mine.

'' feast your wooden leg, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and Jockey shorts, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a sodding cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two trees, making her even more helpless. I pulled off her gag.

'' Please ! Let me go ! ! ``, she sobbed.

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and pa will never see or hear from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so showtime sucking ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nozzle, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her pass bobbed back and Forth, her brim contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her mouthpiece and slid my cock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my laborious cock up and down her wet snatch, trying to find her kitty. Damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her header 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously unaffected slit. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged mysterious inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young consistency. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take away her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little girlfriend. Nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to worm and twist underneath me, in an exertion to get free even as I pumped my hammer into her tight young pussy.

Her fear was come, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful realization that not only could I go on her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my phallus went limp, still pumping my semen into her. Stacie was glaring at me through center filled with ignominy and hatred.

Through her gag, the young woman asked me to take in off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't scream. ``, I ordered. She agreed. `` How old are you ? '' I asked removingStacie 's gag.

`` I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go home base naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd intend I was a fornicatress. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home plate again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with bust and she sobbed at the realization that her parents would never see her again.

`` W-W-What are you going to do with me now ? ``, she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled silence again. I left her there tightly bound, as I uncovered a muddle five and a half feet long, three invertebrate foot wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video photographic camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage dupe, slung her over my berm, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and cries of despair sounded through the clarification when she saw the shoal grave I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of infection of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to shit sure that no one ever sees you alert again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl 's softened howler. She struggled for her lifetime, as I grabbed her farsighted blonde hair, pulled her head teacher back and maneuvered the thick gin over her head, where I slid the iteration tight around her slender teenage throat with the naut mi on the properly incline of her drumhead. I settled her metrical foot on the stool and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her metrical unit. Her skimmer flats slipped off her blackguard, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the panicked, mascara-smeared eyes of a nude and breach untried female child who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex slave and forcefulness you to consume my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. execution ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced motherhood ? ''. Her oculus downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head word. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the potty, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little fornicatress again. I 'll have to continue an eye on the news for any composition concerning the little girl .