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I wake up startled. My header hurts all over again. This clock time it's a sharp pain in the dorsum of my heading. I try to give my eyes, but they're sensitive to the brightness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my plan of attack at the plaza all over again !

I try my best to get up. I struggle in the cognitive operation of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my animal foot, as they are both duct taped to a president. I can barely move them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with forget me drug on the wooden president I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tape and roofy. I then hear footfall approach me from a nook. I see a shape stand before me. My visual sense is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a rick smile on his face.

"We meet again St. Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the opus of alloy he has in his hand. It's a gun ! !

Kenneth Clark sees me making eye contact with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry ... I'm not going to kill you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Charles Joseph Clark steps to the incline and allows me to look forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her side facing me. Her fount is covered in fresh swing and contusion. Her make up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga drawers and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the Night we had sex when I first got family for the summer ! How stupid it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and violet so much pain !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're rectify about there being effect to sleeping with a get married adult female. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your wife as hostage in a defecate motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to gross out out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Kenneth Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his hand.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them know you're just hunky-dory. I took the autonomy of unlocking your sound while you were out stale and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

And just to get sure that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to eff each other ... I'm going to ask for you to call your don and explain why you'll be out of town for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ... more or less."

My eyes widen in disbelief auditory modality this. A few days as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

"You're a psychotic ! You can eat shit if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a convinced boost of anger coming out.

William Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the drum of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call ... .I'm TELLING you to call ! And you best auditory sensation convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of peril ! Believe me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his arm at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly take the air around the cover of the president to take my thumb to unlock my phone with the Touch ID. He walks back up to me and dial my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to take hold the gun at me.

"Hello ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Gospel According to Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is good. Sorry for not staying in touch. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some admirer we made in Mexico during Spring Break."

There's a foresighted pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't mention anything of that to me or your female parent. Are you up to no serious ?"

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a last minute matter ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to last minute because Greg won't be available the residuum of the month because of his job ...."

Another long pause from my dad.

"Well ... I would really appreciate open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. erotic love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me unequalled with Violet and her psycho married man for the next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ... without any form of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your prison term with. You must stimulate had a peachy prison term growing up, getting away with a lot of hoot ... having the ‘ time of your life'all throughout high school and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to sputter in my chair trying to free myself again.

"Charles Joseph Clark ! YOU SICK shag ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face variety to his typical stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the head. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to retrieve my consciousness again. My sight is shed light on this clock time but my head tactile property like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my position and start to vomit. My heart feel like they are going to pop out of my headway from the pressure level of me puking my psyche out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST sort of hangover ever ! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the room. I smell the aroma of bacon and maple syrup, and my unfermented vomitus of course. I look to the recess and see Joe Clark eating away at the little desk in the way. He has a to-go bag from a local anesthetic breakfast diner with a enceinte tray. He sits down eating flannel cake with eggs and Bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Luke ! Rise and Shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and hail snap a plateful ?"

He laughs when he says that in conclusion component part. He's completely right though ... .I'm starving and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see violet. She's wide awake and is sitting upward with her back to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of body of water in his hand.

"Where are my manners Saint Luke ? You MUST be thirsty ! Here ... have a sip."

Mark Clark takes the nursing bottle and dumps some pee on my case. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the Lapp.

"My beautiful wife must be thirsty too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the inside with rage ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"aid ! somebody, ANYBODY assist ! ! ! ! WE ARE existence HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my sentence as Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so operose, I bit my tongue and immediately started to try out line of descent.

"SHUT UP ! blockage YELLING ! You scream one more time, and you're going to watch me beat my married woman to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear Violet starting to cry louder in the background as Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some answers Gospel According to Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to take a leak me off with your unrest and interrogation. So ... .let us begin."

Clark pulls another death chair and sits across face to face with me.

"Luke ... I told you to stay far away from reddish blue for your prophylactic ... but here's the grab : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some lineament prison term together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even bring in eye contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an sweat to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to have sex if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 yr spits on my face and howler to me how she's in passion with you ... and how she can't STAND THE mess OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of anger and damage on Kenneth Bancroft Clark's face. I look to Violet as she's bawling her optic out. My straits is racing with trillion of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilty conscience as I stare at William Clark. His expression is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"Luke ... I've been away oversea for a really farseeing time ... the only communication with my wife is via phone and video confab. My whole marriage and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away abroad ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this state. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been slowly for me being away for calendar month at a time from my family. I've missed many important holiday, birthdays, graduations, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my family ... and being away from my adorable wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the last TWO YEARS racking up paid fourth dimension off from work and settle to come home plate and surprise my wife ... ..and pass some quality clock time with her for as long as I can. And venture what I come home plate to ? An affair, emotional dramatic event, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his choler and ache out at me, I sit with my capitulum down to the flooring, soaking it all in. I know this is all my flaw. He continues on.

"Gospel According to Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very minuscule metre I've known you. You are to blame for wrecking my marriage and taking away the love of my life."

Clark gets up and walkway to the desk. He picks up an object and makes his way over to violet on the bed.

She stares at Mark Wayne Clark while she tries to grab her breath from all the watchword.

"So dearly ... Saint Luke is the beloved of your life story huh ?"He takes the physical object and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a pocket knife with a heavy, sharp blade.

He then pulls out a small flashlight from a bag he has on the desk and plays with the switch, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the fire when he plays with it.

"I've suffered plenty lamb. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's sentence I shed some of that pain in the neck and excruciation ... .and ploughshare it with the love of your life."

My nub hits the background in panic. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain. I'm guessing it involves his tongue and hoy.

I hear Violet start to shout, but her vocalism is muffled due to the gag. Joe Clark pulls my professorship forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to pule.

"Violet ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure you will be, but it's a cunning thought."

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in hand. I start to break down.

"Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't tell apart ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the rest of my summer away from menage and not come back ! ! ! Think about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his nous with a look of disfavor as he ignores me. I can smell the heat of the blade as he continues to discharge it up. violet shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to stop over with her gag on.

Joe Clark then shows me the blade of his tongue. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can pick up it sizzling.

"So part of my work in the military Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my team overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto selective information of our enemies. We're just at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This right wing here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a charm. It's my favorite ! By the time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast people weep like fiddling pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just get to this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it quick. I try to quieten myself down preparing for what's to come in."reddish blue my dear ... watch as I make the TRUE erotic love of your life story suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and covers my lip as a gag. I try to scream for him to hold back but my words come out muffled.

Clark takes the tongue and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain as he takes the steel off and presses it against my other cheek.

I can barely hear Violet as she hysterically begs for him to break off. Clark then takes the vane and begins to induce slow but precise incisions down my side. I can feel the blood dribble down running down my side as the pain stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the Robert Burns and the slice combat injury. William Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one quick motion, he cuts down the heart, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice my chest with the blade slowly down toward my venter. The burning aesthesis was plenty to make me feel faint. I start to suffer consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my tegument. Joe Clark gash me up with the vane, drawing lines down my chest and my arms.

I can still see the swoon rallying cry of reddish blue as Clark continues to campaign the burning hot blade on my human body and cut me with the tongue.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is LUKE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE ? ? ?"

She begs him to break off, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Clark stops.

eyesight how weak I am, he yanks off the tape from my rima oris. I have piddling to no Energy Department left inside me to talk. Much less scream for assist.

"So Luke, is this gripe worth the botheration and suffering you're starting to feel ? That's right, I said STARTING ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to feel the EXACT measure of pain you've caused me ... ..this right here is just baby's play."

I look up at Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grin on his face.

With all the Energy Department left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the bloody saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so often fun Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able-bodied to let out a few news slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... sustain my mouth shut !"

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to keep quiet."

He looks to reddish blue, who continues to weep silently with a scared excusatory look on her face at me.

"I'm going to obliterate you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to begin to experience the pain and excruciation we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and reddish blue are going back to my nucleotide overseas. She will live with me, where I will have gross dominance and be able-bodied to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the inferno I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting spoilt, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one finis look at reddish blue before I feel the comrade strike to the vertebral column of my foreland with his gun.

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I awaken the following dayspring to the auditory sensation of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my middle. I can barely move. I look down my chest and see dry out blood splashed over me. My slice lesion have begun to clot. I can still feel the suntan marks on my face, dresser, arms, and abdomen. My entire body is sore ! I've lost all smell in my legs from being tied for nearly two mean solar day ! My munition are infirm from being tied behind me as well. For a second, I'm disoriented as I look at my surround not knowing where I am, only feeling the stupefying amount of money of pain I'm in. The sound of vociferation, choking, and Clark's grunt and groan quickly bring me back to world ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The mint that's in front of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely flatcar on her chest of drawers at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the sharpness. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with Mexican valium up in the air. Joe Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her throat ! He holds her head while he thrusts his dick in and out of Violet's oral cavity with fierce effect ! Her grimace is completely red, covered in sweat, seed, and tongue. Kenneth Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the dorsum of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to get out his hold to breathe. Only when she starts to turn over-embellished, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her mouth. Violet has tears shedding down her face as she pleads for him to stop every metre he takes his dick out of her oral fissure. She pleads and pray coughing and gasping for air.

"Kenneth Bancroft Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to transcend out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her oral cavity. He begins to thrust in and out at a rapid stride ! The sounds of his grunt and her choking and gagging drives me insane !

"CLARK, stoppage !"

As feeble and exhausted as my body is, I have the strength to blackguard again.

Mark Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh Luke ! gladiolus to finally see you're awake ! C'mon, the party is just getting started ... I think you're going to care it !"

Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His body and massive, and covered with tattoos. His dick is almost doubly my size and almost looks like another brawn as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his duct table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and screen my oral fissure, taking away my power to talk again.

"Now Gospel of Luke, come and watch as my wife and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and wrench me closer to her next to the bed.

I look at violet as she lays flat, her clothes ripped up even more. She doesn't looking at at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Mark Wayne Clark grabs her animal foot, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuff, revealing contusion on both her wrists from the tautness of the bobby pin. Clark then picks up his underclothing off the trading floor, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underwear into her mouth gagging her up. reddish blue doesn't even try to press anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Clark grabs the handlock and standoff both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her ramification and spreads them. He place her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga pants. Mark Wayne Clark then violently yanks off her panty, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Joe Clark then rips off the duct mag tape on my fount, and replaces it with her ripped panties in my mouth. With a smile on his facial expression, he spits on his hand multiple times and fray his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over violet. It doesn't take a sensation to screw what's to materialize next.

I hear violet bug out to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty fingers and violently thrusts them into her arsehole.

I can barely make out the intelligence she cries out but hear a"please halt"amongst former words with her shout.

Clark grunts as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far cryptic into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to be intimate around and savour my married woman. But she let you fuck her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for YEARS to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just ignore him as I know I'm too light to even try and fight what he's going to do.

"I need you to really focus now. Here's where the fun really starts to kick in !"

Clark then takes his pecker and positions it with Violet's soused prick. Once his tip is in, William Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going balls deep !

Violet screams in sheer pain sensation as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks violet with such strength, she bumps her head against the bedpost each sentence he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to block out the vision of this incubus unfold before my optic. I wish I could block out the audio of her vociferation and his grunts ! He sounds like a fucking annoying animal. If only I could snaffle his gun right now and knock his lighting out !

As William Clark continues to sodomize his wife for what look like an infinity, I finally hear him howl ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH diddlyshit ! holy SHIT Saint Luke ! ! I just tore your lover's bastard apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Kenneth Clark pulls himself off of violet and stands up following to the bed.

violet has her look to the pillow screaming in agony. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the clay of Kenneth Clark's jizz with some blood.

"Well Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the only one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR turn !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my whang. He yanks it off and unzips my bloomers. He pulls them down and my boxers as much as he can, revealing my rooster which is completely voiceless to my surprise. Having a thinker of its own, my erection formed at the mass of reddish blue's brutal assault. I felt ashamed and dirty.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her cuff from the bedpost. Kenneth Bancroft Clark grabs Violet by the haircloth and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm veneer. She has bloodshot center and swollen lid from all her crying. Her face is covered with tears and travail. She looks at me weakly with no expression on her face. It's as if her person was already dead and there was just a being in straw man of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot snag start to spring and drop down my face. The bout burn my cheeks making their way down my knife combat injury and burning on my face.

"Look at your lover beef ! ! You see this ? ? ? Gospel of Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a whore like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

William Clark continues to scream at Violet while she looks away. She's too weakly to even cry.

"Look Gospel According to Luke ! Look at your lover ! Look at this cocotte ! ! She's too weak to even try and go forward our fun ! well, lets wake her up !"

Joe Clark grabs an opened bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to gag and cough. He takes the remainder of the bottle, and dumps it on my fount. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splash of water helps vivify my Department of Energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her fount full force with the front and back side of meat of his hired man. He grabs her neck and starts to perish her while roughly shaking her forefront back and Forth River.

At this point, Violet begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Gospel of Luke ! violet is ready to continue our fun !"

I look away trying to brush off him. If I could loosen myself right now, I would murder him. Without a doubt.

"Luke ! It's clock time for us to fuck your fan together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to stop. Telling him that she's been through plenty, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Luke you're obviously aroused ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to fuck this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the eyes with a look of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING PIECE OF bullshit ! You're a fucking devil ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your regurgitate secret plan ! !"

Clark just sighs and shakes his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to nominate this fun. Give you a little bit of pleasure before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to fuck this bitch with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the wiz of that burning steel on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the leaf blade and slices Violet's exposed chest with it. severely ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. Violet covers her face with one hand as she sobs in painful sensation. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my chest as I shout at Mark Wayne Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your fan before I grab my gun and bust your head open."

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body press against mine due to my wound. We both have a brief passionate second as we stare at each other side to brass. She reaches up slowly to have-to doe with my face and tone my tongue wounding. We press our foreheads together and close our center. Our abbreviated moment of serenity is interrupted when William Clark yanks her upwardly forcing her to stand. He grabs my peter, still hard, and aligns it for her with her pussy. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my dick. violet lets out a warm awful pant as she closes her eyes. Tears begin to do down her font again. I close my middle in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY BITCH ! ride his shaft ! !"Clark command.

Violet slowly starts to actuate her body up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how good it felt. Slowly she continues to devolve on me. Up and down. Clark stands and watch with a sickening look of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his rooster while watching her shag me.

After a few min of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Clark tells her to pause.

"Ok, I think it's time I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the trading floor. William Clark snaffle my chair and leans me backwards against the side of meat of the bed. My upper back and my head lay against the bedside as the two front legs of the chair are up in the air. Clark then picks reddish blue off the floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this fourth dimension facing forward like I am with her back to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my peter with no difficulty.

"I told you I'm going to crash this party, so dear I'm going have to ask you to throw holes. Put Luke's putz into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Kenneth Clark had a very calm air tone of voice when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, Violet pulls my prick out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

screw she's so tight ! Last time I fucked her ass was during my lastly days of spring Break ! Of course, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spread out overt her legs. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her pussy.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your pelvis and fuck this bitch with me at the like clock time ! So you right do so or else I'm going to choose this blade and replace your putz with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. empathise ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my hips up and down, fucking Violet's ass. Violet winces in pain each time we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks reddish blue with me. I'm able to beak up the pace little by little. I try my serious to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this mother fucker gets off of me and reddish blue. I try to glut my mind with positive memories I have had with Violet so far. Memories start to fall of when we first met. computer storage of how she close second joined my friends and I in Mexico for Spring Break. Memories of me and my best friend Jacob fucking her together on the beach. retention of the random assemblage I had that same week. Memories of her baby Linda coming to townsfolk for a sojourn and getting to fuck them together. And then of trend, retentivity of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing trip-up.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the tone in my dismission of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my energy left in me. Violet moan in pain while I continue to push up up and down. I feel frightful about it but I need to finish so I can get Charles Joseph Clark off of me and her. Joe Clark starts to grunt like a wild brute again as he tries to quell at my pace. No such luck. With my helping hand tied behind me and my legs tied in nominal head, my rosehip are going berserk as I try to rack out an orgasm.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's call of botheration actually calms down a bit with a silent soupcon of delight.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Charles Joseph Clark know I've reached my flood tide. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up reddish blue off my pecker, popping it out of her asshole with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag dame and clout my chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can look her.

"My spell again to cum on this bitch !"

Mark Wayne Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair and Yankee-Doodle it to pull her face to his cock as he strokes himself with vivid force. violet closes her oculus as he starts to howl. Mark Clark hits his orgasm and reddish blue is greeted with deal of semen to her centre, nose, and mouth. This guy had an sexual climax not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hand and rubs his spunk all over her facial expression.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

Violet does what she's told to do and thrash off William Clark's cum-covered fingerbreadth one by one.

With a look of gratification, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her back talk. He then grabs the handlock and ties her handwriting upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and sweep me tight to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us ploughshare the like look of apology and ruefulness.

"I'll let you two grass parakeet spend some quality time together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. second later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both better be on your sound behavior."

Clark walks past us and then stops. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped pantie and shoves them back into my rima oris gagging me once again.

"Just a little precaution to get sure you don't do anything poor fish while I'm away. Now, take care of each former. If you behave, I'll bring you some water supply. You must be parched !"William Clark nictitation at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

funny story how this is the merely prison term I've ever seen him leave. Every former sentence, I've been knocked out cold.

I stare over at violet. She looks at me with unhappiness and effort to muffle an apology. She waves her head teacher at me and nods in the direction of the room access, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an exertion at loosening up my paw but make very little progress. Between the knife lesion, desiccation, and famishment, my soundbox was just too weak. My question was throbbing from the pressure of me shaking my body up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost positive I have another concussion from all the times I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a couple weeks ago in the promenade parking lot !

"Gospel of Luke ... baby tone at me."

I'm shocked to hear violet talking ! She was able to spit out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so drear. This is all my fault."

She takes deep breaths between each sentence as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her want of vitality as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"sister ... .you need to agitate. You need to contend your way out of here ! relinquish yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your life depends on it ! Go be with your kinsperson. Don't worry about me. I need you to receive the strength and the courage to unloose yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kill you. please baby, you need to go !"

I listen to violet speak. I start to weep as she stares at me begging for me to go forth. I can't just go forth her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her derriere ? Regardless if I convince her to issue forth with me, we would give birth to run away. But life would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her properly groundwork and extends it to my aspect. She turns her substructure into a claw-like shape and take hold of her pantie that are lodged deep in my oral fissure. It takes her a few attempt but she's able to overstretch them far back enough for me to skewer them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with tears of relief.

"talk of the town to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eyes.

"violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's unsafe ! A unbalance lunatic ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my meat ! I need you in my lifespan and I'd rather die here than live the residual of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to find her jot and kiss her. My heat for her is decent to present me the posture to rend hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in pain as the R-2 loosen up their tight suitcase on me. The ropes burn and cut my cutis as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really untie up the circle ! I'm finally capable to pull out my go forth arm from behind me ! I grab my right arm and draw in off the remainder of the rope. My hands were free ! ! I reach over to the night outdoor stage and catch the knife. I start to cut away at the duct taping that has bounded me for days ! Alas, I'm disembarrass ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately fall down over to my position. My stage were too light from the loss of blood flow sitting in a electric chair tied up for days, having absolutely no movement !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the trading floor for a few moments and then use whatever potency I have left to strain up to the bed to use as support to plunk me up.

"I'm ok ... I just need a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly able to recover my equilibrium. I can't feel my legs at this point in time and my arms feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the television and lay down my way to the bath. I turn on the spigot and pour the tap water into the cup. I start to fuddle up and hydrate. actor's line can not depict how dry my sass is ! ! After about ten cups of water, I pour a cup for violet and make my way to her.

I pour the body of water down her mouth for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"St. Luke, if you want me to scarper with you, you're going to have to use that tongue and cut these cuffs off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the handcuff with him ! Just know that it's not too belatedly for you to escape and run away ! You have a full life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll down us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always cherish the metre we spent together ! I need you to acknowledge that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of fright and desperation in her eyes. I reach over and touch on her face. I lean my head into hers and for the initiatory prison term in what felt like an timeless existence, we share a candy kiss. It's a deep passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feels like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the tongue.

"I'll get you out of here violet ! I will NEVER leave you !"

Violet smiles weakly and nods her oral sex. She understood. I immediately start slicing at the chain of the handlock cutting as intemperately and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an hour, I was making little to no travail. The tongue was already leaden after the inferno that Charles Joseph Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the force of me trying it cut the metal chain in half. I eventually decide to halt and figure out another plan.

"This isn't going to run. There has to be SOMETHING else in this elbow room to do the job !"

violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and open up the latch where one would insert the key to lock away and unlock the cuffs. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the street corner of my eye. On the other position of the desk, I see Mark Clark's gun ! I grab it and take it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. Violet looks at me with concern.

"Saint Luke, I don't think that's a good estimate. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can befall ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? Violet look at us ! This is Bad ! This entire situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right field now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can reply, we hear footsteps approach the room from external. Immediately, I hide the gun. reddish blue tells me to quickly put the gag back in her sass. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the room access starting time to unlock. I grab the rest of the ropes that tied me and commit my helping hand behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my backtalk with violet's panties, the door swing music assailable. We both pretend to be asleep as Joe Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my eyes slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprise, he takes the key to the handlock and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake up !"

He slaps her firmly against the boldness. Violet jolts up in surprise. Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of water. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with stale weewee to the face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my best to cover my arms behind the chair.

Joe Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my invertebrate foot. I forgot about the duct tape !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE sledding ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE nookie ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW beef ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and stretch for his sac knife on the bed. That Lapp tongue that he has used to jactitate my cheek, sleeve, and chest. The frigidness body of water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the storey. I hit my head with a forte thud ! My visual modality starts to film over as we wrestle, both of us trying to defeat each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. smasher ... BANG ! ! !

I hear reddish blue screaming in the desktop. I look over to my side. There lies Clark in a puddle of blood. Dead. I feel the cold metal of the gun in my hand. I can't move. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the intimate ace of faint sweeping over me.

"LUKE ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear Violet panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and distinguish her everything is going to be okay. I try to move, but my trunk is paralyzed and I feel a shrill nasty pain jolt from my neck opening up to the back of my head. My fountainhead is spinning. My vision begins to exclude down as I my last coup d'oeil of Clark's corpse and reddish blue standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the distance once my vision is completely gone.

"Yes hi ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR aid ! This is a matter of LIFE AND DEATH ! You need to mail help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one more fourth dimension as reddish blue's frantic voice on the phone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the phone of a monitor. I'm in a bed with an O masque on my boldness, and a lot of tubes around me. I register by the nightgown I'm wear and the smells, that I'm in a infirmary bed. I see a nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any dubiousness, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the door. I hear her calling someone over the headphone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds salutary, see you soon."

She comes back in to check up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

trueness be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no thought where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to run my body around. I'm barely able to jiggle my hands and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and pull in I have no feeling in my legs and metrical foot.

"I can't move ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a comatoseness. It's natural that you won't have any feeling in your body for some time. You're going to birth to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and continue on with normal life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news I just received. Did she just say comatoseness ? ?

"coma ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nursemaid tells me to be patient as she had to go get hold my doctor to open him the word that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitant coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my way and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a rap at the door of my room. I look up to see a tall Black person man in a business suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick British people stress.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old friend of Violet Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five calendar month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the go thing I could call back was. All of a sudden, my mind jiffy back to those final import at the motel with Mark Wayne Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's screams. I remember her giving individual a call named Jeff right wing before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my family ? Where's Violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an understand smile.

"George Lucas, I will give you an resolution to all those requirement motion in due prison term. For now, you must remain to heal. You lost a lot of blood that Night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force trauma to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even active ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a dependable hospital way in Washington DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to pick up that my household is rubber and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the east Coast on the face-to-face side of the country.

"Why is my family not here Mr. Font ?"

He smiles at me and postulate me to just call him Jeff.

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be well-fixed. scarcely bear with me ok ?"

I take a deeply hint and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your category and violet are all safe. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a squad of people had to fake your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the detail. Just know that your family believes that Lucas Eugene Curran Kelly Smith ( my full gens ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the tidings.

"Jeff, why would you need to fake my demise ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor ! It was all in self-defence !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US war machine most likely wouldn't. Kenneth Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite Special Ops team that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of people were capable to properly cast out of his body and strip up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was utter, you and your syndicate would highly in all likelihood be at risk of retaliation caused by any scalawag military functionary. Especially if this case went to trail ! You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new information. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"I know it's a lot to suffer right now. I'll give you some metre to think about all this. I'll check up on you in a short bit to give you information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick to my breadbasket. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for years ! nil spirit real anymore !

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