Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde whisker that cascaded down to her knocker, very expressive big depressed heart that looked as if they were about to collapse forth with tears, and measurement I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, unadulterated ! 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 18 years old. I caught puss of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a Stanford White tittup blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her human knee, ovalbumin stifle wind cone, and blank ballet-style sailor flats. The young lady had one leg pulled up under the early one as she sipped her snow. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued statement with her male person companion, something about him having roving center and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her boyfriend went to the can, Stacie left the eatery. I followed.

She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark-skinned alley in front of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell out her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her rima oris and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up little lady friend ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and nobody would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep silence and put your hand behind your backbone. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf joint tightly between her teeth muffling her call, securely bound her wrists together behind her back. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling Cy Young Lady inside, where I bound her ankle to her wrist, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could pass water out the swoon sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blond away. I drove around for a recollective while, so my victim would n't live 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-eyed with fear after having been in the trunk for so long. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her luscious sass gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the body. As I walked her into the Moon, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would drink down her and leave her consistency in the woods. In the Moon, I could see bout spill down her cheeks and listen her whimper. perfect tense. I shoved Staci to the priming and ripped open her white undulate blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her big, firm tits and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to assault you and fill up you with my ejaculate. I hope you 're on giving birth control. ``, I snarled. Her center widened with pure panic and she shook her head, either to dissent that she was about to get tap or that she was n't on birth ascendancy. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnants down her trembling thighs, before ripping off her panties. Completely naked, except for her tweed thigh high stockings and Shirley Temple flats, the young woman was lost ... and all mine.

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

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

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mamma 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 start suck ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her sassing and my throbbing prick slid into her hot, wet oral fissure and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your olfactory organ, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and forth, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a piece, I pulled out of her back talk and slid my pecker, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her scented spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her sass again and then began to rub my hard cock up and down her wet twat, trying to notice her pussy. damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a Virgo ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her caput 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched pussy. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deeply inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young consistency. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to have her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little missy. nonentity 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 endeavor to get free even as I pumped my cock into her tight young pussy.

Her fear was tot up, with her teardrop slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful actualisation that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could stamp out her, or she could also wind up meaning. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her Cy Young body with my sperm.

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

Through her gag, the untested woman asked me to exact off her scarf joint gag.

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

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

`` Who said you were ever going household again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with split 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 one-half ft long, three ft wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree leg, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video television 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 noose. Her eyes widened and cries of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow grave accent I had prepared for her.

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

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could take heed the terrified girlfriend 's damp screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her long blonde hair, pulled her school principal back and maneuvered the thick gin over her head, where I slid the grummet tight around her slender teenage throat with the mi on the mighty English of her head. I settled her feet on the stool and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the glob of her fundament. Her straw hat flatbed slipped off her heel, as she struggled to proceed her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared oculus of a naked and violated Cy Young female child who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex slave and force you to have my infant. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which pick you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her psyche 'No'.

'' Or bondage and forced motherhood ? ''. Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the running noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her foundation together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little slovenly woman again. I 'll throw to keep an eye on the word for any reports concerning the slight lady friend .