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Please stop this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. occlusive and I will do what you want.
You don't have to force me. Let me exhibit what I can do. PLEASE PLEASE
AHHHHH Please please ple..
Every section of Lisa's Loretta Young teen 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 little girl Scout clothes
hung like rags on her body. Lisa's young physical structure was bruised and scraped. There were cuts and sign of her terrible abuse all over.

Her eyes were rolling back in her head. AHHHHHH. The terrible painful sensation in her munition. The ropes cut
deep into her wrist and ankles. The constant pounding she was taking was too much.
Delirium. The room was spinning. The shouting was fading. The pain was subsiding.
Her head fell down and her torso slumped.
unconscious mind again she was escaping the dire attack.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The sweet olfactory property of her mother's cooking. Boots 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 stopcock was slamming into her. deep interior. Pain was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The cold 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 piddle giving off that putrid look of a dirty washroom.
The darkness room. Terrible flavor. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The frigidity on her face.

Every signified, view, listening, touch, feeling was being assaulted. Her idea could not serve
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouthpiece.
Unable to swallow Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not good enough for our niggling Edward Douglas White Jr. girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. dessert mouth. dessert trivial pouty mouth.

sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his cock inside Lisa the slight dago bitch.
Tied hand and ft to a saw cavalry in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the prick man had shot her with a high powered basic gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden cavalry her organic structure exposed, open for all to see, touch and use.

Dats it, fuck her Bubba. Pound dat pussycat. protuberance her man.
The guys joked and laughed. pillock small Bitch. Like that melanise cock.
Tyrone grabbed her tomentum looking her in the case. Gon na get sum of this next.

Tyrone gave Bubba a brother's handwriting milk shake. Take a turning Bro. Tyrone is more than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual brother.

Tyrone took Bubba's post, put his workforce on her ass and teased her kitty with his cock. Then he rammed his dick inside the pathetic white bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. digital audiotape it, all the way in. He pushed in deep probing her cunt with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his brother Ty fucking the white teen. As they exchanged facial expression they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their first time, not their first rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin right. Just like the old day Bro.
Man dis tone good. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

FUCKING TAG TEAM MF FUCKING GANGBANG

Always a brotherlike competition Ty was banging the kick as hard as he could.
The guy rope wondered if the White Girl could postulate it. Tag squad fuck by two big mordant hulks.

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

I can't standpoint it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her hair while his pal 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.
Fuck my Bro bitch.
I'll be back inside u for u know it.
Useless trash, only good fo sum good pitch blackness cock fucking.

Tyrone held on to the white ass. He remembered Molly's ass. Nice and white odoriferous southern ass.
It cut like butter with his hunting knife. Good times not forget back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's tush he took his Rough dirty fingerbreadth nails and dragged them as hard as he could attract off tegument as he went.
poor Lisa screamed as blood streaked her once smooth virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the skin and line of descent on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the taste. He remembered the taste of mollie's blood.
Oh what a day that was. You always recollect your first.

The once pristine young woman talent scout was just a fucked up piece of white ravishment meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the Patrick Victor Martindale White kick. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.
The crying, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
molly was hot firearm of white glass. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going home. In those mean solar day if a lily-white girl smiled at a melanise boy it meant one matter. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the unseasonable billet at the wrong fourth dimension.

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

It was Bubba's turn again.
They were Tag Team Gang Banging.

He pushed his rooster inside Lisa. He could feel hs brothers cum inside her.
IM back, How dat feel. Like me good. 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 squad that Bitch. Brothers Gangbang. Fuck her Bubba. rock music 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 rattling near. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southern 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 obliterate molly, he was fucking her so difficult. But he realized the Theodore Harold White bitch Molly could aim it. Then he heard her screaming. The kick was getting off being raped. Just a piece of southerly clean wish-wash. She howled for more.

To Be Continued