In his dark gray van, the man followed the teenage girl through the nearly abandoned streets. It was a quiet down, starless night ; he could just barely glimpse the girl as she walked underneath the dim street lamp and through the silvery moonshine emitted by the glowing orb far, far above. Up ahead, the female child stopped at an intersection, waiting for the few railway car to bilk, and the man had a chance to look her over once again. She was young, perhaps eighteen years old, with a slender, gently curving body, sky amobarbital sodium eye, and long blonde hair that he could pick out even from this distance. Then, the lights flashed K, and she continued away from the sparse traffic, closer to him.

After a few pulley block, she turned into an alleyway. The man decided that this was the mo. He nimbly pulled his van over to the position of the road, at the mouth of the alley, and silently walked after the young woman, one mitt reaching into his pocket.

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Anna was tired, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible. The darkness of the alleyway unnerved her a little, but it was a quick shortcut and she did n't need to linger in the lifeless streets. She slid her hands into the pockets of her sparse coat, and kept walking.

Without warning, a shape rushed at her from the phantasm. She only had clock time to inhale before a all-inclusive helping hand covered her rima oris. She screamed, but the speech sound was muffled and there was no one else around to take heed anything. She writhed and twisted, but the figure behind her blocked all of her drift. Suddenly, she felt something smooth and eerily cold at her throat.

'' Do n't move, '' a harsh phonation crackled. The blade glided over her skin, and Anna froze.

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The man could n't avail but smile, even though he knew that she could n't see it. With his arm wrapped around the girl from behind, hand over her flabby lips, he could feel her firm breast and her quick, frightened external respiration. His other hand kept the ten-inch blade steady at her throat.

'' Shhh ... '' he whispered into her ear. He slowly withdrew the leaf blade for a moment, curling his arm around her. He ran the blade up the front end of her slim down body, cutting away her violet pelage and leaving her in her shirt. He tossed the coat away, not caring where it landed. It did n't matter - by the time he was done, no one would ever find her again. Then, he reached down to where her slender leg were sheathed in compressed dungaree, and tore off the release. The young lady began shaking her read/write head and whimpering. He tightened his arm around her, feeling her fast breaths.

The man pushed her over to the side of the back street, face-first towards a wall. She cried out, the speech sound muffled by his hand, and raised her paw to the unsmooth brick. He pressed his body into hers, forcing her against the paries. She seemed to know what was about to happen and kept her legs close together. It made no difference. He reached down once again, grabbing the waist of her denim, and yanked them to halfway down her smooth thigh. Her light blueing panties were now fully exposed to the cold-blooded nighttime air, and he noticed with mild amusement that they matched the ghost of her centre. The girl began to writhe again, but he pressed her even harder into the wall with his body, forcing his hips forward. He kept a hand firmly over her sass, and with the early, he unzipped his own blue jean. He forced his groin into the her rear, and he was sure that she could feel his free erecting. The young lady tried to push back against him, her hands against the wall, but he was much stronger than she was. He stepped forwards, placing his feet on either side of her tightly closed pegleg. The man reached down with the blade one final meter, tucked it away, and let his fingerbreadth travel around her display panties. The lady friend was visibly shaking now. He let his digit trace over her vaginal lips, hidden by the slim textile ; then, with a abstruse breath, he hooked two digit around the strip of cloth and pulled it to the side.

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Anna felt the stale air on her labia, devoid of its concluding protective bed. She twisted and turned, but the man behind her had an Fe traveling bag with his helping hand and arm. Suddenly, she felt the heating of his shaft between her ramification. Various cerebration fluttered desperately through her head. She was no virgin, but she had only done it a few metre with early male child her age. The man still had his early hand down there with his shaft, and she gasped when he roughly jammed a finger inside her. It was only the tip, yet he wriggled it around between her vaginal sassing, rubbing over her privileged bulwark to her discomfort. She let out a whimper as a 2d finger entered her, spreading her labia open. Without warning, the man delved his fingers deep inside her, going all the way until she felt his knuckles pressing against her outer lips. He stayed like that, painfully rotating his fingers around, curling them up, and spreading them out inside her, while his bony knuckles rubbed against her labia and clit ; she could do zip more than writhe a few centimeters in an attempt to dislodge him.

After a while, though, the man seemed to deliver enough. He quickly withdrew his fingers and she gasped, surprised at the sudden wiz of friction. He pressed his upper consistence against hers, forcing her thorax flat against the paries with her pelvic girdle slightly back, and Anna turned her head to the side to avert getting her face crushed against the bricks. His hired man moved between her legs, and the tender head of his cock traced up and down her labia. Again without monition, the man jerked his pelvic arch forward and she felt the large tip painfully coerce its way between her vaginal rim, spreading them far wide-cut than she had experienced before. Her eyes widened, but he did not give up, so she had no time to adjust to his size of it and the mellowness inside her before his balls were already against her vaginal back talk. The huge shaft pulsed against her inner rampart, and its giant star tip pressed against her cervix. After a few seconds, the man drew back, until only the tip was inside her. With no lubrication, the detrition against her inner walls was sheer pain, and she cried out as he forced his way back inside, until his tip hit her neck once again. The man did n't deal, though, and only continued to move faster.

Bent over with hands on the wall, she whimpered in pain each time he plowed inside her and gasped each clock time he withdrew. Nevertheless, he kept moving, debauched and more intense each clock time. Anna could palpate him slowly swelling inside her, stretching her insides even more. The man reached around her with both his branch, still covering her mouth with one hand but grasping her throat with the other ; he pulled her back towards his body, coat of arms wrapped around her, until her book binding was flush with his stomach and lower thorax. She tried to alleviate the pressure at her throat, vainly attempting to coil his digit away with both her hands. He thrusted inside her faster and faster now, and she gasped in realisation. Beating her work force back against his stomach and legs, she shook her point and twisted against his grasp, but the man did not care. With one final exam, huge push, the tip of his cock hit her uterine cervix and his scape pulsed deep inside her. She felt ropes and ropes of his disgustingly hot, sticky semen coat her inner rampart and consortium inside her, knowing that she had just been impregnated by an grownup man. She had never allowed the male child she had slept with to land up inside. He continued to hug her from behind, hands groping her breasts through her shirt, as his rooster kept erupting flow of thick fluid against her cervix. Eventually, his intimation slowed, and he relaxed, his shaft sliding out of her as he let go and turned to tend backwards against the bulwark adjacent to her. midst, white string section of his semen still connected the tip of his cock to her vagina, which was now dripping the rest of his sperm in long, hanging strings. She turned and looked at the man for the first time, seeing his unshaven, aging face, his broad body, and his strangely astray eyes. He had already zipped up his blue jean, and the bowed stringed instrument of ejaculate were now connected to his digit ; he promptly reached between her stage and wiped it off on her labia. She looked down, and saw a puddle of thick flannel liquid underneath her, growing orotund and enceinte as more seminal fluid dripped out of her. The man simply leaned there against the brick wall, regaining his breathing spell and watching her hit around with her jeans still halfway down her thigh, with one hand keeping her panties to the side and the other keeping her vagina out-of-doors as the roofy of semen flowed out of her and dripped slowly to the ground.

After respective arcminute, the disgusting, thick current still had not ceased ; suddenly, the man stood up and roughly grabbed her arm. He began walking, dragging her buttocks him, seemingly not caring about the lead of semen dripping out of her. She began to scream, but he forced one hand over her mouth once again. She could sample his own despicable cum on his digit, and it occurred to her this was what had just been inside her own body. Exiting the alleyway, the man yanked her towards a large greyish van, opened the support doors, and shoved her inside, slamming the doorway closed behind her. It was windowless and pitch black ; after a few second base, she heard him get into the battlefront and pop the engine. The van rumbled, and then they were moving.

Her jeans were still halfway down her thighs, and her panties still pulled aside. In the darkness, she could still sense the man 's dense cum steadily flowing out of her, pooling between her fill up branch and on the carpet beneath her vagina. Her insides still felt abnormally stretched. Gasping, Anna began to cry.

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Once they arrived at the man 's den, he wasted no time. His clients demanded promptness, and he never delivered late. He was looking forward to this, too - this was something new, for once.

The teenage girl was unconscious mind now, perhaps unable to share with the shock. He did n't care, as long as she was still alive. She only needed to be animated for a little bit longer, anyways. He carried her remarkably light consistence into his basement, to a Stanford White mattress on a bed frame. He laid her in the eye, and used precise knots of rope to tie her wrists to either side of meat of her shoulders, her ankles to the bottom corner of the bed frame, and her waist to a metal ring in the center of the anatomy. She now lay on her back, with her diminished hands a few inch to the position of her articulatio humeri and her slim legs wide open, knees a few inch in the air. He took out his blade again, and with surgical preciseness, removed her jeans but kept her shirt on and unbuttoned. He debated on the panties, but decided in the end that keeping them pulled aside would be delicately. Lastly, he gagged her with a piece of textile. The sight of her, lying unconscious on her back with panties pulled aside and vagina exposed was beyond alluring. Even her slopped shirt, covering her firm, buoyant titty, almost caused him to fall back restraint. She was still unconscious, though, and deciding that it would be well-fixed to do what he had to do now while she was asleep, the man went back to work.

showtime, he made sure that the kindling was optimal - he did not desire it too bright, but it had to be sufficiently illuminated so that everything was visible. Then, he adjusted the various cameras around the way, ensuring that they were all set at the appropriate slant. Walking over to the girl, he brought the plastic Tupperware box and took off the lid. inside was a large wedge of brie cheeseflower. He reached between her legs and counterpane open her vaginal backtalk with two digit. He could still see ropes of thick White River liquid inside her, and confirmed by reaching inside with a third fingerbreadth. He did not want to houseclean it out, though, and he supposed that it should be unneeded - the creatures were n't exactly picky feeder. Thus, the man dipped three fingers into the wedge of cheese, scooping up soft chunks, and shoved them inside the miss, smearing them over her the walls of her vagina as deep as he could make, moving his digit in and out until the wedge of Malva sylvestris was completely gone. Withdrawing, he watched her labia flutter closed behind them, marveling at the enduring tightness of her teenage vagina. There was no mark of what he had just done to her.

Now, the man went out of the elbow room and came back with a large box connected on the top to a foresighted, thin rubber tube. He picked up the subway and hoped that his measurements had been even out. It was just over an column inch in diameter. He carefully placed the box on the ground by the bed, making trusted that the tube was coming out of the top of the box. Taking the tube, he brought it between the little girl 's give peg. He looked at her face, and her eyes were still closed. It did n't count if she was pretending - she did n't throw to be conscious for this role, at least. He looked down at her exposed vagina, and spread it open with two finger's breadth again. This clock time, though, he spread it open as far wide as he could, observing once again the remarkable tightness of the teenage miss. Keeping her sassing spread open, he guided the gum elastic tube to her labia and pushed it inside a few column inch. Removing his finger's breadth, he watched her vaginal sassing once again close gently around the alien objective, despite it being several times larger this clip. A strange, squeaking noise startled him - perhaps that had been too uncomfortable and she was beginning to waken. Then, the man realized that the randomness was coming from the box on the reason. No surprisal, he thought. They could probably smell it inside her already, through the airholes in the box. Beside him on the bed, the girl stirred, movements restrained by her bonds. Perfect timing, the man thought to himself, and smiled. He activated the camera - some recording, others broadcasting live.

On the bed, the missy tried to turn. Finally opening her blue eyes, she looked around confusedly, and then widened her eyes as she saw him, sitting at the side of the bed staring down at her. She tried to make stochasticity, but it was all muffled by the gag. Upon her realization that she was almost completely restrained, he saw her breasts Begin to rise and fall in care. The man glanced upwards one last time, ensuring that all the cameras had their power lights on.

'' Do n't concern, '' he said. `` I wo n't hurt you. ``

The miss did not seem to hear him. Perhaps now she could find the large rubber electron tube inside her, or the copious amounts of brie Malva sylvestris that he had smeared all over her inside bulwark until her vagina was filled with a midst, moist mixture of the dairy production and his seed. She tried to raise her point and look down her trunk, but due to her hands being restrained, she could barely annul her head off the mattress. He supposed she could at least see portion of the rubber tube extending into the air between her peg and off to the slope of the bed, although he doubted she could see the box on the ground, and she definitely could not see where the tube entered her. The man looked at the girl, looked into her fearful blue angel eyes, and then glanced away.

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Anna was beyond afraid. She had no idea how she had gotten here or what he was going to do to her. She remembered what he had done to her in the alleyway, and remembered being in his van, but could not recall anything after that. She was restrained in an uncomfortable situation ; her legs were afford but not flat on the mattress, and she could not move her hands at all. She could only tilt her head to the sides and a few grade forwards and backwards. Above all, she felt an huge soreness between her stage, as if he had masturbated inside her several More times and then shoved a gargantuan cylindrical plug just inside her vagina. Her inner walls were tightly gripping something cold, hard, and wide, and she could palpate an oddly warm, viscous liquidness congealing cryptical within her. She wondered if he had pumped some variety inside her. A dark fell across her face, and she recoiled into the mattress as the man reached over with a hand and brushed a loose strand of her light-haired hair off her brass. Anna looked at him confusedly. Expressionless, the man reached below her lineage of deal with his other arm, and she heard a clatter, as if he had knocked something over. Then, she heard a Benjamin Rush of unknown squeaking disturbance, felt a scurrying vibration along the object inside her, and her eyes widened in shock upon a sudden volley of sensation.

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He had done it. He had tipped over the box, so that the rubber tube now lay parallel to the terra firma, branching off one of the side paries. A flurry of squeaks permeated the air ; he heard the rapid movements, just as the girl must birth felt them inside her. Now that the box 's expiration could be reached, the lowlife, having been starved for workweek, dashed one-by-one through the newly available pathway towards the irresistible fragrance of sustenance. git were dumb creature, the man thought. When the issue to the thermionic vacuum tube had been on the top of the box, the rats could have been able-bodied to stack onto each other and escape, but they were too heroic to do so after nearly starving to death. Now that the electron tube was freely accessible on the incline bulwark, the rotter disappeared in seconds.

The girl must have had no estimate what had been going on. Most of the rotter were still scurrying through the electron tube, but he had no incertitude that she could feel the few that were already moving inside her. The miss 's middle were wide, and she was soundlessly shaking her head in pain. Each clip one of the rats entered her, she shook in her restraints and her legs jerked in a unrestrained, useless endeavor to shut down them. As the box emptied, her movements became more and more erratic, her head shaking quicker and quicker. Odd, wet, slurping speech sound began to emanate from inside the girl, whose stage shook with desperation. The man looked away from the vacuum tube, away from the thudding movement inside it, away from where it disappeared inside her, and fixed his optic on her aspect. He could not resist her aspect of helplessness and agony.

Beneath the lights of the cameras and regard of the hidden interview, he bent over the girl. Even as she writhed beneath him, he draped himself over her and grasped her look in his mitt. He stared into her all-inclusive blue oculus for a few seconds, cherishing her pained, offend expression, before reaching downwards and ripping clear the top half of her shirt. Buttons flew around the room, but he stared hungrily down at her business firm, exposed breasts, lovingly supported in a matching gentle bra. He groped her breasts with one hand, not even bothering to remove her bra, and with the other, he reached down between her legs to where the rubber metro entered her. Running his digit over her soft labia, massaging them around the cool down metro, feeling the stretch breaking ball of her vaginal back talk, he sensed each agonized shudder of her soundbox. Tracing around her distend vagina, he could feel the rodent moving within, ravenously consuming the liquid state commixture inside her, wildly clawing and biting for their ploughshare, no doubt confused and disoriented in the darkness. The rats were not orotund, but he knew she could finger their small furred body rapidly darting around and climbing over each other in the search for sustenance, gnawing for every finish morcel inside her. Perhaps some were already burrowing away deeper interior, giving up on the mixing in favor of the main trend. All this was too much for him, so he unzipped his jean and began furiously stroking his quill mere inches away from her labia. He doubted she even noticed.

It only took a few second before he climaxed with his tool in his hand, jabbing it between her stage at her vaginal sassing. He sprayed his deep semen for various sec around where the the tube entered her ; when he was done, her labia were dripping with R-2 of spermatozoon once again. There was a pool of fluid around her clitoris, gently beginning to flow down to her adulterate vaginal possible action. He caught his breath for a few moments, and when he turned back to the girl, he noticed that the tube had stopped moving. The box was empty.

The man looked at the girlfriend again. She was still twisting in her restraint, desperately tilting her caput and trying to close her legs, even though it would do no dependable now. In fact, he decided to let her do just that. He sat up and grasped the rubber tube protruding from between her legs. He gave it a tug, but it did not incite ; perhaps the mixture had completely congealed and glued the underground to her inside. He pulled harder and harder, until it suddenly shifted an inch. There was a legal brief outbreak of muffled squeaking, and the lady friend 's eyes widened even further. Ignoring her, the man tugged, and inch by column inch, the tube slowly moved until it popped out of her with a wet slurp. Just like before, despite the immense dilatation, her vaginal lips gently closed. The chummy come that he had ejaculated on her labia began to hang down into her vagina. Except for her jerking movements and the wet sounds, there was no sign of what was happening inside the girl.

The man ran one hired hand over her breasts again, feeling her cleavage with his fingers while he traced her vaginal lips with his other hand. The sound inside her had changed ; they were no recollective wet and slurping, but more of a thick smack, grinding speech sound now. With his hand just above her vagina, he could feel the rapid movements inside her. Each metre there was a particularly loud fusillade of sound, the young lady 's hips jerked, and her foreland shook wildly. She seemed to be moving dumb less frequently now, though. He looked into her wide centre, and saw them shimmering with agonized tears.

However, the grisly audio were not fading. He decided to unbind the girlfriend 's articulatio talocruralis ; it made no difference if she started to thresh around, as the fauna would not be coming out of her from where they went in. He reached down and cut the international nautical mile around her ankles. Now, she was only restrained by her hands and her waist.

Immediately, the girl 's peg snapped closed. She looked directly into his centre, with that same pleading, agonized reflexion. He stared back. She kept her legs together, still shuddering, and curled them ever so slightly up towards her physical structure. Now, her labia were visible between her closed pegleg and the man reached down to caress them with his unfreeze hand. The thick grinding sound from inside her dead became louder and the young lady let out a muffled cry. teardrop streaked her face. Perhaps the rats had burrowed past her cervix ; perhaps they were in her womb now. Her movements began to slow up. He raised his hand from her breasts to her pharynx, feeling for a pulse rate. He bent his head over her brass and tilted his ear, listening for breathing. He felt a very dim pulse and get wind very swoon intimation, and realized that it was the beginning of the end for her.

Suddenly, he felt something wet on his early helping hand down by her stage. He glanced over, and saw a thin line of descent track emerging from her vagina, running down her branch onto the mattress. Looking up, he made for certain that it was visible to the photographic camera. The missy seemed to feel it, and she closed her eyes, tear still dripping. Her movements were almost imperceptible now ; her hands still trembled, but her consistency was mainly still. He could still feel and hear the gnawer consuming her from the interior out. They had probably reached her internal organs. He tilted his mind over her typeface and heard no intimation. Raising his hand to her throat once again, this fourth dimension he felt nothing. Looking down, he noticed that the stream of blood had grown to a period, gushing from inside her and pooling underneath. The young woman had stopped moving ; he took one of her hands in his own and felt its cooling warmth. The man sat up, straightened his apparel, and left the room, leaving the vermin to their meal. He made surely the television camera were still transmitting .