Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde fuzz that cascaded down to her titty, very expressive big down eyes that looked as if they were about to break open forth with tears, and measurements I would judge to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, thoroughgoing ! I saw her at a pizza articulatio that had an outside patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen long time old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a mesa away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a tweed ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inch above her knees, Andrew Dickson White human knee air-sleeve, and white ballet-style leghorn flats. The 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 companion, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her boyfriend went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a whitened 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark bowling alley in front of mine. As she opened her threshold, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my manus tightly over her mouth and pry and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

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

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

She crossed her wrist behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her shout, securely bound her wrists together behind her back. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling young ma'am inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the eating place and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could make out the deliquium sound of her squirming in the automobile trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long piece, so my victim would n't have sex where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's eyes were wide with fear after having been in the bole for so farsighted. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her scrumptious lip gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. 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 kill her and leave her physical structure in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears spill down her cheeks and hear her whimpers. perfect tense. I shoved Staci to the dry land and ripped open her white ruffle up blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, business firm tits and stiffening mammilla. I slapped her across the facial expression

'' nobody can learn you out here Stacie. I 'm going to violate you and replete you with my seminal fluid. I hope you 're on giving birth mastery. ``, I snarled. Her heart widened with pure terror and she shook her heading, either to protest that she was about to get raped or that she was n't on birth ascendence. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnant down her trembling second joint, before ripping off her panty. Completely naked, except for her white thigh high stockings and black flats, the young charwoman was helpless ... and all mine.

'' ranch your branch, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my trouser and legal brief, 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 pure cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two trees, making her even more incapacitated. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and daddy 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 startle suck ! ``

Having no selection, Stacie opened her mouthpiece and my throbbing turncock slid into her hot, wet sass and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and Forth River, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a spell, I pulled out of her mouth and slither my turncock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her cherubic spot.

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

'' Are you a Virgin ? ``, I asked. The lady friend nodded her point 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so blotto ! You are all mine now, niggling girl. cypher knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and squirm underneath me, in an exertion to get free even as I pumped my stopcock into her tight Whitney Moore Young Jr. pussy.

Her fear was number, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her oculus all-encompassing with the frightful realization that not only could I hold back her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could wipe out her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her Thomas Young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my penis went limp, still pumping my ejaculate into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the young adult female asked me to look at off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't call. ``, 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 wearing apparel ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would vote down me. They 'd reckon I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going place again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's optic overflowed with rent 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 hole five and a half feet long, three base astray and four invertebrate foot 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 running noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the TV camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder joint, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the gin. Her eyes widened and cries of desperation sounded through the clarification when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police force that you were raped. I also ca n't take the luck of you getting knocked up with my child. So now ... I am going to pee indisputable that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could pick up the terrified little girl 's muffle screeching. She struggled for her biography, as I grabbed her hanker blond hair, pulled her principal back and maneuvered the thick running noose over her point, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the mi on the mighty side of her head. I settled her foot on the can and took up all the falloff in the snare so that she balanced on the balls of her ft. Her skimmer flatcar slipped off her dog, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared eyes of a naked and violated Lester Willis Young girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could maintain you as my sex slave and force you to possess my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which alternative you choose. murder ? ''. She shook her principal 'No'.

'' Or slaveholding and forced maternity ? ''. Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her mind. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the crapper, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the petty slut again. I 'll have to keep an eye on the news for any theme concerning the little fille .