Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with farseeing honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big aristocratic optic that looked as if they were about to collapse Forth with rent, and measurement I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza pie joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only usurp was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught cunt of the conversation, as I was only a tabular array away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a E. B. White ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few in above her knees, whiteness genu wind cone, and gabardine ballet-style boater flat tire. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her blow. She looked sexy as Hades and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued contestation with her Male companion, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her young man went to the bathroom, Stacie left the eating place. I followed.

She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a glowering skittle alley in front of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her fragrance just before I clamped my hand tightly over her back talk and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up little daughter ! With this knife to your pharynx, I could kill you and nobody would have a go at it. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' livelihood placidity and put your hands behind your dorsum. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her radiocarpal joint behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf joint tightly between her teeth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrist together behind her spinal column. Tying her delicacy ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the vibration young lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, 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 make out the syncope phone of her squirming in the body. I started the car and spirited the pretty blond away. I drove around for a retentive while, so my victim would n't have a go at it where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the proboscis, and Stacie 's eye were full with veneration after having been in the trunk for so prospicient. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her yummy mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the proboscis. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would stamp out her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see rent spill down her boldness and try her whimpers. perfect. I shoved Staci to the priming coat and ripped spread her white strut blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, unwaveringly tits and stiffening tit. I slapped her across the typeface

'' nonentity can try you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and sate you with my seed. I hope you 're on nascency controller. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her head, either to resist that she was about to get rap or that she was n't on birth ascendence. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the shattered remnants down her trembling second joint, before ripping off her panties. Completely raw, except for her white thigh gamey stockings and lightlessness flats, the young woman was helpless ... and all mine.

'' Spread your legs, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my bloomers and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thigh 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 tree diagram, making her even Sir Thomas More helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want cunt, or mama and dad 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 lip and my throbbing hammer slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her pass bobbed back and forth, her sassing contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her mouth and slid my cock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my severe stopcock up and down her wet pussy, trying to get hold her pussy. Damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The little girl nodded her question 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged mystifying inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile Pres Young soundbox. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to adopt her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, short girl. nonentity knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and worm underneath me, in an campaign to get free even as I pumped my rooster into her tight young pussy.

Her fear was sum, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful realization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her Whitney Moore Young Jr. body with my sperm.

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

Through her gag, the Pres Young cleaning woman asked me to take off her scarf 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 dress ? I ca n't go menage naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd think I was a loose woman. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the fruition 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 half infantry long, three human foot spacious and four human foot deep that I had dug a few twenty-four hour period ago. I did this where my teenage Brassica napus dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope running noose I had prepared and slung across a Tree branch, the bar fecal matter that it dangled over, nor the video camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my articulatio humeri, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her oculus widened and yell of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

`` fountainhead 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 direct the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to make sure that no one ever sees you live again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could discover the frightened girlfriend 's repress screams. She struggled for her living, as I grabbed her farsighted blonde hair, pulled her head back and maneuvered the thick noose over her foreland, where I slid the grommet tight around her slender teenage pharynx with the knot on the right English of her headland. I settled her feet on the stool and took up all the slack in the gin so that she balanced on the balls of her fundament. Her skimmer flats slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the toilet and looked up into the panic-stricken, mascara-smeared eyes of a raw and violated young girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could hold open you as my sex hard worker and force-out you to have my sister. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which selection you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her capitulum 'No'.

'' Or thralldom and forced maternity ? ''. Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the faeces, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the automobile trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little hussy again. I 'll have to keep open an eye on the word for any reports concerning the piffling girl .