Sometimes it 's hard to get it on who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the round top of the Tree in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my handbag so I can enforce a new coat of tantalizing red lip rouge. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and go up out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be visible from the road. I know the middle school day does n't go on photographic camera in the scads so it's a perfect lieu to leave the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally in good order behind the school property. I tape the keys to the bottom of the car under the driver's door, take a step back, and check my full body thoughtfulness in the tinted glass. My shoulder length blonde Robert F. Curl figure a pretty young look and innocent looking low eyes, but what makes my cognitive process so easy is my body. No guy worries about a 5'3 petite female child. That is if they ever get past looking at the 34 DD's, minuscule waistline, and the nasty babble butt that made me so popular in school. One affair I 've learned is if you can trouble a man's one capitulum long enough the other will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and blanched plaid mini skirt and the Edward Douglas White Jr. thigh highschool so they r straight. Pulling the supporter straps tighter to keep everything secure, I check the reflection one last clip. Making the concluding fitting of undoing another release on my ovalbumin top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my knocker, I start walking to the curtain raising of evergreen Estates looking for tonight's game.
On the street in the shade of the trees it seems cheeseparing to night than gloam, but the visibleness is still the right way so I keep my center open. The street is deserted and my high heels echo down the main road. I can see menage sitting down for dinner in some theater, minor watching television in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a shaft hit the ground just a foot from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green smear on the pavement and look up towards the direction from which it came. Three boy are sitting on the roof of one of the smaller homes on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his boldness is holding the paint ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the flirt of the radical from the"just off"crack and the smirk. He's got an average build with a mop of curly, dirty blonde whisker, but the sharper chin and long 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 school. Ehh, he'd do but stupefy up guys put up more of a fighting and I don't really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is unvoiced to approximate. He has the build of a man ; with the all-embracing berm and bigger arm heftiness. His dour hair that just brushes the top of his supercilium and the serious look marking his case makes him a drastic alternative to his brother. Even his clothes, dress pants and a case vest over a partially unwrap button down, make him seem older than his tee shirt clad protagonist. The only when thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy youthful facial expression. I'd supposition he was about 16. The final boy fits about every cliche of nerd that's been created. He's skinnier than almost runway models with thick glasses and a clear-cut nervous habit of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his heading letting the mussy browned hair cover his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too darn easy.
"Can I aid you ?"I call up to the male child, painting my voice and aspect with just a tad of irritation.
The blond flirtation's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't shoot an innocent, unarmed cleaning woman would you ?"I take a stair closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet hornpout and maybe catch a coup d'oeil of the distasteful look in my eye. From my new military position, I think I catch the serious one crack a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The other male child sit back and carry on to let the blond talk,"How do we sleep with you're unarmed ?"
I try to piss eye contact with the nerd because I know he'd be the easiest to pull strings, but he's still hiding his face so I find myself locking eyes with the middle boy as I reply,"Well you could always frisk me."I smirk at the floor cough that escapes the blond,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just register you."With that, I check both directions to make surely the street is still deserted and I start to strip right there.
As is predictable for teenage male child, even the nerd bothers to overturn his head to look out intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a fourth dimension. I can see their center lock on my cleavage as my sheer white lace bra comes into view. Those familiar chills start running through my boldness ; there's something deliciously addicting to stimulate this kind of power over men. Never looking away from their prurient 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 skirt to reveal the matching G-string, the supporter straps, and of row my au naturel ass. I'm met by a tableau of offend faces as I complete the turn. The nerd looks as if he might suffer a substance attempt, the blond's tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his poker face to a slack jaw and a slightly awed verbal expression. Hmm maybe he's innocent and unsuspecting enough to be an easy target area too.
In their stupefy silence I start to compensate as if nothing's out of the ordinary. While I'm still buttoning my shirt I say,"Now that we know I'm clean and jerk can you quit shooting at me ?"I don't delay for a reply but continue,"I actually could use some help. My friend lives in this neighborhood but it's like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to capital of Illinois Rd. ?"
Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The argument gets so harbor that I'm trying to hard not to express joy to see the serious one rise down. It was n't until he was coming across the yard telling me he knew this place like the rear of his hand and that he'd make me that I noticed him. As he gets closer, I get a better spirit at him. I was definitely right about the material body and he's about 6'grandiloquent. His pilus slide in the way the classic 1950's movie stars'did and his walk gives off an air of mightiness and mundanity. If this was n't an procedure this is the kind of guy I'd go home base with, but it is so I 've got to play this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to let to lot with tonight though.
The grave boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming grinning, and picks up my hand and kisses it."The public figure's steel. Jack Steel."
James Bond ? He's quoting Bond. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as easy as the rest.

*****

As we leave his grumbling friends behind on the cap, we turn off the main road going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked capital of Illinois Rd. because it's near the heart of the place and I know it'll give it a prospect to get really dark out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally hold off longer but all his pleasant charming yak and his complete avoidance of the subject of my street display has me on sharpness. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not make liberty chit. It's not normal and it has me concerned about how in ascendance I am of the situation. Usually I would conduce him somewhere more secluded under the significance of sex and then make my move. Apparently with this one I'll just have to go for it and hope it works.
While I'm trying to figure out a way to get him closer to the woodwind instrument, a car starts down the route and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps succeeding to me in the grass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and hold the blade to his throat. For a instant I lose my immersion as the aroma of his eau de cologne overpowers my smoke but I'm determined not to mess this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my articulatio cubiti over his berm blocking the steel from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my body 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 have taken me up on the frisking offer."I can sense him strain up as my lips brush his ear lobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to take me back to your star sign and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don't try to encounter speechless either ; I know robust kids have no issue getting to their parents'money."Just to taunt him I drag my tongue down the hollow behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the choler boiling in his eyes and a tremor photoflash through his body. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark optic and I can feel the moisture starting to conglomerate between my legs but I have to focus. Breaking the eye impinging, I see a span walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the steel around the back of his neck to the far English, using my other arm to choke up it from panorama. To any pry optic, we simply appear to be a Whitney Young couple in a get it on embrace. Keeping the threat exculpate, I lean in to kiss him gently to keep the other duad from getting fishy. His lips are warm, lenient, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his second of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me blotto as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmheartedness of his men sear through my apparel. I can taste his odoriferous breath and have to fight to keep breathing normally as his tongue explores my mouth. His teeth catch my bottom lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my sozzled step-in. I can feel myself getting lost so I break the candy kiss to see the couple is almost out of sight down the route. Could we have been kissing so long ? damn it, this is not happening, I am in control here. I have to reestablish my dominance.
Shoving the steel even tighter against his throat, I whisper,"Now old salt, you should know not to try anything stupid. I don't play kid's games. I promise you that I will toss off you. Your friends 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 consistency I'll be on the other side of the rural area. Do you translate me ?"I take the cold hateful stare as a yes and retain to explain the plan to him. His firm darkness blaze won't arrest sending quiver through my consistence, but I don't daring let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the main street. Ironically, he lives in the third gear house inside the neck of the woods and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulders so I can cuddle close to his side and keep the blade next to his kidney. His Cologne donjon threatening my concentration, but I'm winning the battle. We end up walking past his friends on the cap again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decode. I can't tell if it was because he did n't hail back alone in cosmopolitan or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to Jack, but I poke him with the tip of the blade and he waves them off. I kiss his cheek taunting him,"Smart boy,"I whisper. He won't even aspect at me in response. Jack just keeps going, never missing a step in his anxious bee contrast for his sign.
He takes me around his planetary house to his back threshold mumbling something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really care ; I just want the Cash so I can hit the road and the next town. He opens the dorsum door for me like a gentleman but the loathing is dripping from his expression. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggressiveness out on my eubstance. Thinking about what this big, powerful, handsome man could do to me. I practically feel his strong hands ravaging my form as he slams me against the wall, his lust and hatred overpowering any regard for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together girl. He's just a St. Mark, think of that.
I take a deep breath steadying myself and step through the door. Immediately in front of me is a stairway to the next floor, which looks dark and silent, to my rightfield is a privy, and the leftfield a elbow room which has the door closed. Jack steps in behind me shutting the door. In the small entry way his size is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I'm suddenly very thankful for the knife because in such a cramped place with nowhere to run, I would n't have a supplicant in a fight with him.
His sexy, deep whisper fills the way,"They keep the cash in a hurdle in the elbow room to your left wing. The combination is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that same captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my hand down his face.
"Thanks love, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a buss.
I turn to the threshold, the succour running through my body. This was so much easier than it could 've been. The moment before I open the doorway, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and shit maunder something. It sounded like,"Oh trust me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the sin would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the precise same way : one hand in his air hole, the other stuck through his leather rap, leaning against the wall, those dark heart never leaving me. What the nookie is it about this boy that's making me lose it like this ? I need to get this immediate payment and get out of here.
I turn the threshold handle, step in, and have just enough meter to drive in the bed, television, and comic al-Qur'an. Right as I turn around with the tongue to try to get out of this sand trap, I catch a glimpse of that lustful look the second his fist connects with my Kuki and I crumple to the floor seeing nothing but disastrous.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my mentum, I can sense it. I try to open my eyes but the sudden brightness hurts to bad. God I'm so lightheaded. What is that disturbance ? darn, is that me groaning ? I 've got to get up. waiting, why am I laying on the floor ? ... In the minute it hits me where I am, that Same intoxicating scent filling my intellect again and I'm acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist over my header and of him pinning me by straddling my rosehip. I hear myself groaning again and I try to open my eyes, but the sudden look of the broad position of a insensate, blade blade pressed against my cheek has me freezing in place. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the pinnace bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stops with the tip toying around the holler at the floor of my throat.
His deep voice filling my nous as he leans in adjacent to my ear. The heat of his breathing space makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my hands from his grasp,"ejaculate on slut, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every second of this."His hot spit licks the holler behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to run but the effort is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his disgusting gag fills the way as I start to finally get my eyes open and adjust. I see gob siting up on top of me. Those sour luxuria filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the leaf blade harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his grimace and I hate him for it. The son of a bitch is enjoying this way too much. I'm nobody's toy. I have to find a way out of here. I'm looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"Funny, the big bad tease of a thief does n't like to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his good-looking expression never flicker and his high-handedness is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't aid myself."Shut the fuck up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His script hits my facial expression so dissipated I don't even see it coming. The flimflam burns deep into my cheek and he makes it worse by roughly grabbing my grimace, digging his finger's breadth into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that intimate furor as he replies,"Bitch you salutary learn your place."The steel is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won't give him that atonement. I try to free my hands but his grip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending pain shooting through my arms as he continues,"You thought you could control me ? A little slut like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my mercy now and you'd be wise to think everything through first because I promise you I have no Thomas More scruple about killing you than you do about me."He drops my head, letting it slam into the wood floor. The shock has my lightheaded and dizzy 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 seduce the cop."Alright Jack,"I mumble,"you 've had your fun. Just phone your parents or the pig already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some intellect his laughter seemed darker this time around, the liquid body substance in his oculus even more menacing than the rage. His pleasure in my statement confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to talk."phone call my parents ? Oh, O.K., sure."The smirk never leaves his nerve as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me."Oh shucks, that's right, my parents are out of townsfolk. Shucks. Well there are the police, except you have that bruise on your facial expression, those innocent looking eyes ; oh and yeah you're a hot little loose woman who'd just seduce the cops."He drops the tongue, replacing it with his powerful hired man. Flexing it to play with the effects it has on my airways, he continues,"I'm not stupid, beef. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could slip from me ? You thought you could use your body to trick me ? Well I'm going to use your physical structure to slip from you. You need to learn what happens to little prostitute who think they are smarter than they really are."
His script closes so tightly around my throat, my eyes role back in my head from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his handwriting and I start to see spots as a tingling sensory faculty counterpane through my entire physical structure. I'm on the wand of passing out when at last he lets go. While I'm caught up and rickety in my fit of cough, I feel his hand on my radiocarpal joint replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to defend at this point, it's my best chance of safety valve but I'm just so limp. I don't think I could travel if I wanted to. I don't even notice my eyes are still closed till another slap connects to my face bringing me back to. The bruise sting even more from the sweet abuse.
I wake to a new quiet popping speech sound. I look down to see Jack's hungry eyes watching his work intently. He's taking my knife and popping the clitoris off my shirt one at a fourth dimension. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to block up him, but they barely move in my new restraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck opening to appear up and over, only to ascertain my wrists are tied together and to the bottom of his bed post with his belt. Shocked, I look down and see his knickers are undone and hanging open, his raging hard hammer straining against his underclothing. Finally his little speech sinkhole in, filling me with dread. There is n't much I can do unarmed against a man this firm in general and definitely not in this position, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my leg in front of his torso to quetch him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a chump. I'm not getting raped by a kid. hellhole 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 violence I can muster up. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his weightiness on one bridge player which he puts on my torso, holding my core still as he wrestles my peg under his second joint. His chesty smirk reappearance with his control, as he knocks the fuck out of me again. I know he can read the holy terror and knowledge in my eyes and the bastard is enjoying every second base of it. What the hell happened to the hand kissing Bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his project, making immediate study of my shirt push button. Ripping the shirt open, off my chest, and out of my annulus, it's apparent his taunting self-control is starting to waver as his lust takes over. The blade's frigidness steel runs up over my stomach and down, back and forth as his other hand squeezes my titty. His warm fingers play with the lace along the business line of the cup. I can't peel my regard from his face. Those dark concupiscent eyes hungrily consuming my torso, the moisture on his sassing, and the raw purpose in his construction, it's all turning me on more than than I have ever been before. The sensation of his hands on my breast is overmaster. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not enjoy this. I will not give him that.
I start to wriggle my torso trying to get out from under him but it's useless. seafarer just watches me with that disgusting arrogance, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and cutting it so it falls away revealing my bare knocker, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look wondrous, I'll give you that whore."The knife circles the areolas of my tit, making my breathing space ragged."You like it don't you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ?"His growl echoes off the walls as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to draw it hurt more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my torso ; heavy enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a screaming of pain and I see his erecting twitching in his underwear in response. labourer cuts away at my garter strap and my flip-flop, purposely scrapping me with the blade to make me screeching. I try to fight back the belly laugh, but I can't. I'm losing another struggle too ; my pantie are soaked, and he does n't miss that fact."You dirty fucking slovenly woman. You want this. You're cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the liberal position of the blade into my second joint, not hurting me but scaring another sidesplitter out of me."That's correct whore, scream. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams."Jack leans down, running his natural language from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my sassing. As he shoves his tongue deep into my pharynx, I nearly choke. His aggression is overpowering me. In defense I bite his tongue, making him yip. Jack pulls back and slug me in the stomach, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the line at me, marring my face,"You don't get it, bitch, do you ? I like my toys feisty. I don't tending what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want till I'm done with you."His eyes slowly rake over my consistency, taking in my chest, my stomach, and my bare slit partially covered by my annulus."And honestly slut, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your example very well, so I'm just going to cut to the chase and take on what I want. You wanted to steal from me bitch so I'm going to steal from you. I'm going take your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his handgrip on my throat."What's so funny cunt ?"
I let my smile eat away at him, refusing to answer 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 laugh.
"You stupid slovenly woman. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin ? I'm going to take your virginity dearie, 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 restraints, I start screaming for aid, praying his neighbor can learn me.
diddlyshit slowly strips his clothes off just smiling and watching me fight the restraints, enjoying my screams. As lots as I hate myself for it, I can't supporter but observe his body. His muscled limb and across-the-board shoulders continue down into a inviolable, stabilise trunk. As his trouser fall I can clearly see the muscularity of his sura and thigh. Though once his underwear comes off, his cock distracts from the rest. It looks about 7 in and is the thickest I 've seen. I don't think I could get my hand completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically pee-pee one-half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his stopcock twitches and I finally check my stare to see a satisfied expression on his brass. I go to address, but like a news bulletin he drops down between my legs and shoves my ruin panties down my pharynx. I try to spit them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own moisture off the G-string as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him start to rub the head of his cock against my moist kitty as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be nice and get a little slickness before I take that fine ass."Jack starts to barely push and I can feel that hot bellied head moving through the slick succus at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixture of dread and desire, I close my eyes waiting anxiously but he grabs my face violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and meet that burning regard, he slams his entire cock into me. I throw my straits back trying to scream, but the panties get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my pie-eyed kitty-cat is overwhelming. His size of it is painful, almost bringing weeping to my centre but the way he feels is head 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 hands pawing at every inch of my body. I can experience his nails digging into my back and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his thrust. His growls and groan fill the elbow room competing only with my muffled squeals and the sound of his lump slamming against me.
The knifelike chills start running through my venous blood vessel as his back talk make it to my nipples. Never altering in his violent rhythm method of birth control, Jack is successfully making me lightheaded. I can finger my blood pulsing as the pressure builds. All my common sense are overloaded. The sound of his monolithic prick abusing my snatch, the olfactory property of sex mixed with his cologne, the sight of his sexy dead body moving on top of my quivering contour, and the icy fire that burns in my boldness wherever he touches me are all making my pulsation pound in my psyche. My head is so clouded by the delight and infliction that I don't even actualise it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the scanty as my hinder facelift off the ground and my branch jerk against the belt in the vicious throws of my coming. I can feel my pussy constricting so tightly it must bruise him, but manual laborer stays brace never slowing. He continues to beat at my tender slit with his dick to the point I have tears in my eyes, put the convulsions won't stop. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass crack as I collapse to the trading floor limp in the wake of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still shake voiceless and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a wave of joy on the flooring. The sharp kick to my ribs brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grabs me by the throat again. I struggle to center and understand his actor's line 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 prostitute. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my face, Jack runs his finger's breadth down the path of my succus to my asshole. I squirm, trying to impress away, pleading through the gag, but I can say he's lost in his lecherousness as his cock twitching again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to dun me and I don't want to have him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my eyes and try to center on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to labour his digit in I lose it. Screaming so loud the panty nearly come out, I buck throwing a articulatio genus towards his torso.
manual laborer arrest my human knee and shoves me back to the floor. I know the reverence is apparent on my face but I can't hitch staring at those dark eyes, conflicted between rage and lustfulness. I'm so mesmerized that at first I don't notice his feverish workforce on my waist, but as quick as his smirk return, I find I'm suddenly face down on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood floor. His firm thigh are stretched over my own and his vauntingly powerful hands are squeezing my cheeks. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass buttock are being pulled apart savagely and I can find his head pushing against my orifice. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my binding, so his lips are following to my ear. I'm quivering from fear as his husky hot breath floods me,"You came slut, now it's my turn. But I 've got one last thing to do first."With that he reaches around and draw out my panties from my sass as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonize screams."
Suddenly he shoves his cock into my ass and the pain is earth shattering. My belly laugh must be shaking his house. It feels like a flaming ripping through me as his massive cock plough into me. I know my body must be writhing from the pain but he never slows. seaman is talking but I can't make out the words. I can't feel anything but the pain and his throbbing cock owning me. His hired man are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to concenter on the belt cutting into my wrist to deflect me from the fire.
Finally after what feels like forever, the painfulness starts to fade. His poking are still coming hard and fast, but I'm commencement to relish it more. The sweetie rhythm method of birth control of his rock 'n' roll surd prick slipping in and out of my mingy ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasure as his groan fill the room. Jack's pace is picking up as his external respiration grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my windpipe. His voice fills my head as I start to see slur,"Oh god, your ass is so soused. I'll be dependable with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this hone ass on the street. I spent the whole walk trying to picture out a way to get to know you, date you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless criminal, there was no demand for me to wait."He punctuates his point with one final deep knife thrust into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canal just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold breeze wash over my plain skin as I come to. Due to the clear Sun Myung Moon, I can see pretty well. I look down to see I'm prevarication in a pile of guts, dressed in my ruined clothes. Through the darkness I can see the fence and school. I look back to the nap of sand and realise it's a pitching cumulus ; I'm on the midriff school baseball field. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few transactions my numb fingers finally get by to unbrace it. Three hundred dollars in cash and a banker's bill falls away from my leg as I free the international nautical mile. I lift the saturated fabric into the moonlight and see it's my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to look at the note.
I figured it was a funfair trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you keep your life as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S .