Lisa the poor little kidnapped Girl watch stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her arms behind her back. Her young physical structure stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. share of her picket uniform tattered and stained still hang to her but she was naked from the waist down.
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The fille pathfinder -1
The Gril Scout -2 dada


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her mouthpiece or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her commencement ass.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her start flood tide. Now she waited, helpless at the total clemency of her captors. Her mind raced.
What would they do next ? What would come about ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not home. What would they do with her. Would they sustain sex with her again ?

She felt so many bother but Thomas More than anything her shoulders ached. Every drive pulled painfully on her shoulder joint. Her personal areas ached from the rough piece of ass. She suffered bruises and cuts, not serious but all unspeakable. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The mood of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of form, the raft of the helpless
piece of white meat strung up before their heart. There was a driving lust. A lust to have it away this white girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lustfulness, hate, desire.

whirling through all the men were thoughts of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. Fuck a young gabardine Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all grinning. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, smell so adept.
He relived the instant talkin how trade good she was, how good it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be following. An old beefy blackened man his human face showed the
the heavily life of his many years. His face was pock marked and his hands rough and calloused from
years of grueling work.

Lisa could feel his script on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused fingerbreadth probed her. His finger pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could feel his nails and his rough skin. The she could sense two fingers and then a third.

NONO Don't Stop

His fingers twisted troll and round of golf. Then he fucked her with his three digit brutally penetrating
her. In and out his fingers moved, stopping only to stroke her clit. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one Henry Sweet pussycat, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingers on her case and then stuck his fingers in Lisa's mouthpiece.
Taste it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and snatch juice from his hand.

Now Girl, I got something special for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all kinds of tools. This hear is a magnate staple fiber gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a clip
of staples they use for pallet, supererogatory longs the claim them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you nutcase. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a staple into an nearby board. BAM BAM
Yu gon na be next. NO NO You are Crazy.

thumping ! Lisa hit the land when the cable holding her up in the air released.
egg laying on the ground she felt the instant moderation on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. call. Please no more.
She tried to creep away. A piteous useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked bitch was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba puff over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

blazon grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw sawhorse. The held her ankles and tied them to the legs on one side of meat. Her legs were spread along the English of the legs of the horse.
dessert. shag look at dat shit. prepare fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrists were tied to the saw horse legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top circuit card, her breasts spread on either side.
The bunch watched in prevision as the tool man took up perspective behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the instrument bench sobbing waiting.

Yu gon na git it now, dat tool man some signify shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The power stapler Bubba had could dash raw material a salutary space. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the little bitch Lisa's ass. He shot a staple and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two raw material lodged in the bitch ass. Small blood trail and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. raw material dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass centre twitched, muscle's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A fragile sound and she jumped.

Looked at ass parachuting Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass inwardness quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staples were lodged deeply.
Good bite to dem MF's. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more staples slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to photograph again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple dat ass, digital audiotape it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough hands pulling her toward him as he thrust cryptical inside her.

DATS I MAN. operate IT WORK IT
shag her arduous man. Fuck dat bloodless whoreson man.



To Be Continued