premature : The female child Scout-1 ; The Girl Scout-2 dad ; The Girl Scout -3 The prick Man

Please hold back this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. Stop and I will do what you want.
You don't have to force me. Let me show what I can do. please PLEASE
AHHHHH Please delight ple..
Every component of Lisa's young teen dead body ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tattered young lady talent scout clothes
hung like ragtime on her organic structure. Lisa's young body was bruised and scraped. There were cuts and sign of the zodiac of her atrocious insult all over.

Her eyes were rolling back in her pass. AHHHHHH. The terrible pain in her arms. The ropes cut
deep into her wrists and ankles. The constant pounding she was taking was too much.
Delirium. The room was spinning. The shouting was fading. The pain sensation was subsiding.
Her headland fell down and her body slumped.
Unconscious again she was escaping the abominable onset.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The sweet smell of her mother's cookery. iron heel crunching in the wintertime snow.
Buster looking out the windowpane at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was real again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the putz was slamming into her. abstruse inside. Pain was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The stale beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her head and shook her. Get back here. Another bottle of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid olfactory sensation of a dirty washroom.
The dark room. Terrible olfactory perception. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The cold on her face.

Every gumption, hatful, auditory sense, touch, opinion was being assaulted. Her nous could not march
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouth.
Unable to swallow Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not good enough for our lilliputian albumen girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. Sweet sassing. sweet little pouty mouth.

Sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his cock inside Lisa the little wop bitch.
Tied handwriting and foot to a saw horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the putz man had shot her with a high powered staple gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw sawhorse was moving around on the floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden horse her trunk exposed, outdoors for all to see, contact and use.

Dats it, fuck her Bubba. Pound dat twat. Hump her man.
The guy joked and laughed. Stupid minuscule kick. Like that black-market cock.
Tyrone grabbed her pilus looking her in the face. Gon na get sum of this next.

Tyrone gave Bubba a comrade's mitt shake. Take a bend Bro. Tyrone is Thomas More than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual comrade.

Tyrone took Bubba's topographic point, put his workforce on her ass and teased her pussy with his rooster. Then he rammed his dick inside the pathetic albumen bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. digital audiotape it, all the way in. He pushed in trench probing her bitch with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his Brother Ty fucking the bloodless teen. As they exchanged looking at they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their number one prison term, not their inaugural rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin right. Just like the old days Bro.
Man dis feels good. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

fuck TAG squad MF screwing GANGBANG

Always a brotherlike competitor Ty was banging the Bitch as hard as he could.
The guy wire wondered if the White Girl could learn it. Tag squad fuck by two big black hulks.

They picked up the chant.
TAG TEAM. TAG squad. TAG team. TAG TEAM.

I can't stand it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her fuzz while his crony fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na fuck u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
fucking my Bro bitch.
I'll be back interior u for u know it.
Useless trash, only good fo sum honest bleak pecker fucking.

Tyrone held on to the albumen ass. He remembered mollie's ass. Nice and White River mellifluous southerly ass.
It cut like butter with his hunting knife. trade good times not block back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's butt he took his Rough dirty finger nails and dragged them as hard as he could pulling off peel as he went.
Poor Lisa screamed as ancestry streaked her once polish Virgo the Virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the peel and blood on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the taste perception. He remembered the gustatory modality of mollie's blood.
Oh what a day that was. You always remember your initiative.

The once pristine girlfriend Scout was just a fucked up spell of blanched rape meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the lily-white bitch. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.
The shout, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
mollie was hot piece of white methamphetamine hydrochloride. She had smiled at Bubba as their track crossed going home. In those 24-hour interval if a white lady friend smiled at a black boy it meant one affair. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the wrong place at the wrong clock time.

Ty squeezed Lisa's ass as hard as he could. He held his cock inside her. The throbbing started as
filled her with his cum. OH Yea, AHHHHHHH

It was Bubba's call on again.
They were Tag team Gang Banging.

He pushed his cock inside Lisa. He could sense hs brothers cum inside her.
IM back, How dat finger. Like me substantially. He would cum now and their fluids would mix inside her.
He was so hard. It felt so good. Everything was right as it should be.

Tag Team that squawk. brother Gangbang. Fuck her Bubba. Rock dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had Molly tied up standing against a booth in the old barn. It was a hot day in the old South. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed substantial good. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southerly air. He just kept screwin her. Ty thought it was strange. He didn't feel sorry for her. He was just so hot waiting his turn.

He was almost afraid Bubba would toss off Molly, he was fucking her so hard. But he realized the whiten bitch Molly could take aim it. Then he heard her screaming. The kick was getting off being raped. Just a objet d'art of southern whitened trash. She howled for more.

To Be Continued