THE followers narration IS FICTION. THIS taradiddle CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND DISTURBANCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head hurts all over again. This time it's a sharp pain sensation in the dorsum of my head. I try to open my eyes, but they're sensitive to the brightness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my chief. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the shopping center all over again !

I try my best to get up. I struggle in the mental process of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my feet, as they are both duct taped to a chair. I can barely move them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with Mexican valium on the wooden chairwoman I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tape and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a turning point. I see a figure stand before me. My visual sense is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted smile on his face.

"We meet again Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of music of metal he has in his hand. It's a gun ! !

Charles Joseph Clark sees me making eye link with his artillery and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry ... I'm not going to pour down you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

William Clark pace to the side and allows me to face forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her side facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cuts and bruise. Her make up is smeared from her rip. She wears ripped up yoga drawers and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the night we had sex when I first got dwelling for the summer ! How poor fish it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain in the ass !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being event to sleeping with a matrimonial cleaning lady. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your married woman as hostage in a diddley motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his hand.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them make love you're just amercement. I took the autonomy of unlocking your telephone set while you were out moth-eaten and texting both of them that you're out with your protagonist.

And just to make certainly that they won't be a trouble at all while we sit here getting to know each other ... I'm going to ask for you to phone your father and explain why you'll be out of Town for a few days ... more or less."

My eyes widen in disbelief hearing this. A few twenty-four hour period as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

"You're a psychotic person ! You can eat shop if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a positive boost of anger coming out.

Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the barrel of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call ... .I'm notification you to telephone ! And you best vocalise convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger ! think me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to sharpen his weapon at me while he takes my telephone set out of his pocket. He quickly take the air around the binding of the chairperson to exact my thumb to unlock my phone with the jot ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on loudspeaker continuing to hold the gun at me.

"Hello ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Gospel of Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is estimable. Sorry for not staying in touch. Uhh ... me and Francois Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some friends we made in United Mexican States during Spring Break."

There's a retentive pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't mention anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no upright ?"

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a live instant matter ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to utmost minute because Greg won't be available the rest of the month because of his job ...."

Another tenacious pause from my dad.

"Well ... I would really apprise open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with Violet and her psychotic person husband for the future few day ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be expectant having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your prison term with. You must give birth had a bang-up clip growing up, getting away with a lot of shite ... having the ‘ time of your life'all throughout high school and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my president trying to loose myself again.

"CLARK ! YOU SICK FUCK ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face modification to his distinctive stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the head. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to retrieve my knowingness again. My imaginativeness is take in this time but my head feels like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too lots for me. I lean over to my face and head start to vomit. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my psyche from the pressure sensation of me puking my wit out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST form of holdover ever ! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the way. I smell the smell of Viscount St. Albans and maple syrup, and my fresh emesis of course. I look to the corner and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a prominent tray. He sits down eating hotcake with bollock and 1st Baron Verulam. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Luke ! ascent and shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and make out catch a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that hold out part. He's completely right though ... .I'm starvation and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see Violet. She's extensive awake and is sitting upward with her spinal column to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of water in his hand.

"Where are my style Luke ? You MUST be thirsty ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottle and dumps some water on my face. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the Sami.

"My beautiful wife must be thirsty too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the interior with rage ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"HELP ! mortal, ANYBODY assist ! ! ! ! WE ARE beingness HELD HOST-"

I can't finis my sentence as Clark slugs me straight in the boldness. He punched me so hard, I bit my glossa and immediately started to taste blood.

"SHUT UP ! stop YELLING ! You scream one to a greater extent time, and you're going to find out me flummox my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear reddish blue starting to weep louder in the background as Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some response Saint Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to pass water me off with your unrest and interrogative sentence. So ... .let us begin."

Clark pulls another chairperson and sits across face to face with me.

"Luke ... I told you to stay far away from Violet for your base hit ... but here's the match : SHE is the reasonableness why we are all here spending some quality time together.

You see St. Luke ... .Violet won't even nominate eye physical contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an effort to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to make love if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? reddish blue ... My married woman OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spits on my look and screams to me how she's in making love with you ... and how she can't stall THE SIGHT OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of anger and damage on Clark's expression. I look to Violet as she's bawling her oculus out. My head is racing with million of thoughts and sorrow. I am flooded with a wave of guilt as I stare at Mark Clark. His face is flashing red but I can see bust forming in his eyes.

"Luke ... I've been away oversea for a really foresightful sentence ... the only communication with my married woman is via earphone and video chat. My all marriage and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away abroad ... .working. Sacrificing my sentence with my family for this rural area. It's been an laurels doing so but has NEVER been well-to-do for me being away for month at a time from my household. I've missed many important holiday, natal day, commencement, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my mob ... and being away from my adorable wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the last TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from body of work and make up one's mind to fall home and surprise my wife ... ..and spend some quality prison term with her for as long as I can. And estimate what I come habitation to ? An function, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his angriness and hurt out at me, I sit with my mind down to the floor, soaking it all in. I know this is all my mistake. He continues on.

"Gospel of Luke ... you've monetary value me so much in the very little time I've known you. You are to find fault for wrecking my marriage and taking away the love of my life."

Charles Joseph Clark gets up and walk to the desk. He picks up an object and makes his way over to reddish blue on the bed.

She stares at Joe Clark while she tries to catch her breath from all the tears.

"So dear ... St. Luke is the love of your spirit huh ?"He takes the physical object and holds it unsloped in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a pouch tongue with a enceinte, sharp blade.

He then pulls out a diminished torch from a bag he has on the desk and plays with the switch, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered decent love. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's sentence I shed some of that pain and agony ... .and share it with the passion of your life."

My heart hits the primer in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to find his pain. I'm guessing it involves his tongue and lighter.

I hear reddish blue take up to outcry, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Mark Clark pulls my chairperson forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to lull her down as she starts to pule.

"Violet ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure enough you will be, but it's a cute thought."

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in manus. I start to part down.

"Joe Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't tell ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the rest of my summer away from house and not come back ! ! ! think about what you're doing Mark Wayne Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his brain with a look of dislike as he ignores me. I can smell out the rut of the blade as he continues to enkindle it up. Violet shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her turnup, shouting for her hubby to stop with her gag on.

Clark then shows me the blade of his tongue. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can hear it sizzling.

"So contribution of my work in the military Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One matter me and my squad overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto entropy of our enemy. We're unspoilt at squeezing the accuracy out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a appealingness. It's my ducky ! By the meter my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fasting people weep like little pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just do this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but delight ... .make it quick. I try to quiet myself down preparing for what's to come."violet my beloved ... watch as I make the TRUE sexual love of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out epithelial duct tape and covers my mouth as a gag. I try to scream for him to block up but my words come out muffled.

Clark takes the knife and presses it against my buttock. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in bother as he takes the blade off and presses it against my former face.

I can barely hear Violet as she hysterically begs for him to give up. Clark then takes the steel and begins to shit slow but accurate incisions down my typeface. I can feel the rake trickle down running down my face as the pain in the neck stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the suntan and the slice wounds. Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one quick apparent movement, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Kenneth Bancroft Clark then starts to slice my chest with the blade slowly down toward my venter. The burning wiz was decent to create me feel faint. I start to recede consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my peel. Clark gash me up with the blade, drawing agate line down my bureau and my arms.

I can still listen the faint vociferation of Violet as Clark continues to press the burning at the stake hot blade on my physique and cut me with the tongue.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU love HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is LUKE THE love life OF YOUR LIFE ? ? ?"

She begs him to give up, crying hysterically.

Eventually, William Clark stops.

Seeing how infirm I am, he yanks off the mag tape from my mouth. I have little to no energy left inside me to talk. Much LE scream for aid.

"So Luke, is this bitch worth the annoyance and suffering you're starting to experience ? That's right hand, I said STARTING ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to feel the EXACT amount of pain you've caused me ... ..this right field here is just child's play."

I look up at Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grin on his case.

With all the vigour left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the bally saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun Gospel of Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able to let out a few words slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... go on my mouth shut !"

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to hold quiet."

He looks to Violet, who continues to weep silently with a scare away apologetic look on her font at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's round to bulge to feel the nuisance and hurt we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my groundwork overseas. She will live with me, where I will have concluded mastery and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting high-risk, I don't try to campaign or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last looking at Violet before I feel the familiar work stoppage to the rear of my drumhead with his gun.

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I awaken the succeeding cockcrow to the speech sound of crying and gagging. I hear Kenneth Bancroft Clark grunting. I open my oculus. I can barely move. I look down my pectus and see desiccated blood line splashed over me. My slice combat injury have begun to clot. I can still palpate the burn bell ringer on my cheek, chest of drawers, arms, and abdomen. My integral body is sore ! I've lost all feeling in my legs from being tied for nearly two daytime ! My implements of war are washy from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my surroundings not knowing where I am, only feeling the amazing amount of pain sensation I'm in. The phone of cries, choking, and Clark's grunts and moan quickly bring me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The raft that's in social movement of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely flat on her thorax at the end of the bed with her headland hanging over the boundary. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with rope up in the air. Charles Joseph Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his putz up and down her throat ! He holds her brain while he thrusts his shaft in and out of reddish blue's oral cavity with red force ! Her cheek is completely red, covered in stew, seed, and tongue. Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her pharynx and leaves it there while she gags and choke coil, trying to escape his appreciation to breathe. Only when she starts to turn purpurate, he releases himself from her throat and continues to transgress her sassing. violet has tears shedding down her face as she pleads for him to contain every time he takes his dick out of her mouth. She pleads and begs coughing and gasping for air.

"Kenneth Bancroft Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to legislate out !"He then takes his tool and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to pierce in and out at a rapid pace ! The strait of his grunts and her strangling and gagging campaign me insane !

"CLARK, stay !"

As debile and exhausted as my torso is, I have the strength to hollo again.

Charles Joseph Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh St. Luke ! gladiolus to finally see you're arouse ! C'mon, the party is just getting started ... I think you're going to like it !"

Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His body and massive, and covered with tattoos. His dick is almost twice my size and almost face like another brawniness as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his epithelial duct table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and masking my oral cavity, taking away my ability to speak again.

"Now Luke, derive and keep an eye on as my married woman and I, or your devotee I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my electric chair and pulls me penny-pinching to her side by side to the bed.

I look at Violet as she lays flatcar, her clothes ripped up even more. She doesn't feeling at me as she lays down trying to trip up her breath.

Joe Clark grabs her metrical foot, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuffs, revealing bruise on both her wrists from the tightness of the grip. Kenneth Clark then picks up his underclothes off the flooring, and folds it into a orb. He shoves the underwear into her lip gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Joe Clark grabs the turnup and ties both her hired man to the bedpost. He takes her legs and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga pants. Clark then violently yanks off her panties, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. William Clark then rips off the duct mag tape on my fount, and replaces it with her ripped pantie in my sassing. With a smile on his face, he spits on his script multiple fourth dimension and rubs his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over Violet. It doesn't take a genius to acknowledge what's to materialize next.

I hear violet start to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty finger and violently thrusts them into her mother fucker.

I can barely make out the quarrel she cries out but hear a"please stop"amongst other words with her cries.

Kenneth Clark grunts as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far deep into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few min and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to have a go at it around and love my wife. But she let you lie with her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for YEARS to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the kitty, you know that ?"

I try to just brush aside him as I know I'm too imperfect to even try and fight what he's going to do.

"I need you to really pore now. Here's where the fun really starts to kick in !"

Clark then takes his dick and view it with Violet's sloshed bastard. Once his tip is in, Mark Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going testicle deep !

violet screams in sheer annoyance as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks reddish blue with such personnel, she bumps her head against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my centre trying to block out the vision of this nightmare stretch out before my optic. I wish I could block out the sound of her call and his oink ! He sounds like a fucking annoying creature. If only I could grab his gun right now and strike hard his lights out !

As Clark continues to sodomize his wife for what feels like an ETERNITY, I finally hear him howl ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH SOB ! HOLY poop LUKE ! ! I just tore your lover's arsehole apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Mark Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up next to the bed.

Violet has her face to the pillow screaming in suffering. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her consistency around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the corpse of Mark Clark's jizz with some blood.

"fountainhead Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the only if one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR TURN !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my smash. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my bagger as much as he can, revealing my rooster which is completely tough to my surprisal. Having a mind of its own, my erecting formed at the sight of Violet's brutal assault. I felt ashamed and unclean.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handlock from the bedpost. Charles Joseph Clark grabs Violet by the hairsbreadth and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot oculus and swollen-headed lid from all her crying. Her face is covered with split and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no locution on her face. It's as if her soul was already deadened and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my top dog away as I feel hot tears start to take shape and drop down my face. The weeping burn my cheeks making their way down my knife wounds and burns on my face.

"Look at your devotee BITCH ! ! You see this ? ? ? Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a WHORE like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Mark Wayne Clark continues to scream at Violet while she looks away. She's too rickety to even cry.

"Look Luke ! Look at your devotee ! Look at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and stay on our fun ! Well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an opened nursing bottle of urine on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her oral cavity. He pours water down her throat until she starts to expire and cough. He takes the remainder of the bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splash of water helps revive my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her face full force with the front and back sides of his hand. He grabs her neck opening and starts to croak her while roughly shaking her head back and Forth.

At this spot, Violet begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Luke ! Violet is ready to carry on our fun !"

I look away trying to cut him. If I could unbrace myself right now, I would murder him. Without a doubt.

"Luke ! It's time for us to know your lover together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to arrest. Telling him that she's been through enough, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Luke you're obviously raise ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to have a go at it this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the eyes with a smell of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING small-arm OF poop ! You're a fucking monster ! You can bolt down me now if you think I'm going to participate in your tired of plot ! !"

Charles Joseph Clark just sigh and shakes his promontory with a grin on his face.

"I'm just trying to make this fun. Give you a piddling bit of pleasure before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to jazz this bitch with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the adept of that burning blade on my physical structure all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slices Violet's exposed breast with it. knockout ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. violet covers her expression with one mitt as she sobs in nuisance. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my chest as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your lover before I grab my gun and bust your head open."

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body printing press against mine due to my hurt. We both have a legal brief passionate moment as we stare at each other side to nerve. She reaches up slowly to relate my face and feels my tongue wound. We press our foreheads together and close our centre. Our brief moment of tranquility is interrupted when Mark Wayne Clark yanks her up forcing her to stomach. He grabs my dick, still hard, and aligns it for her with her pussy. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my beam. violet lets out a fast painful gasp as she closes her eyes. bust set about to derive down her human face again. I close my middle in repulsion as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY BITCH ! drive his dick ! !"Mark Clark dictation.

Violet slowly starts to move her eubstance up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how full it felt. Slowly she continues to ride me. Up and down. Joe Clark stands and watches with a sickening look of joy on his typeface. He starts to stroke his tool while watching her screw me.

After a few minutes of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Joe Clark tells her to pause.

"Ok, I think it's time I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the floor. Clark grabs my chair and leans me backwards against the side of the bed. My amphetamine back and my head lay against the bedside as the two battlefront legs of the chair are up in the air. Charles Joseph Clark then picks reddish blue off the trading floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this time facing forward like I am with her back to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my cock with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this party, so devout I'm going have to ask you to flip-flop holes. Put Gospel of Luke's pecker into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Kenneth Clark had a very equanimity whole tone of voice when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, violet pulls my cock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

nookie she's so tight ! Last metre I fucked her ass was during my utmost years of outflow disruption ! Of course of study, this was a very dissimilar situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Mark Clark quickly gets on top of us and spreads surface her legs. He grabs his shaft and shoves its entirety up her cunt.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hips and fuck this bitch with me at the Lapplander time ! So you better do so or else I'm going to take this steel and replace your prick with it and stuff it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my rosehip up and down, fucking violet's ass. reddish blue wince in pain each time we thrust into her. William Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able to break up up the step little by little. I try my best to quicken up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this illegitimate child gets off of me and Violet. I try to flood my mind with confident memories I have had with violet so far. computer memory start to come in of when we first met. Memories of how she last minute joined my friends and I in United Mexican States for Spring Break. Memories of me and my unspoilt Quaker Jacob fucking her together on the beach. store of the random hookups I had that same week. Memories of her sister Linda coming to town for a visit and getting to hump them together. And then of course, memories of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a sportfishing tripper.

It doesn't take long for me to get going getting the feeling in my shift of an coming approaching. I pick up my rate, with all my push left in me. violet moans in pain while I continue to push up up and down. I feel atrocious about it but I need to finish so I can get William Clark off of me and her. Kenneth Bancroft Clark starts to grunt like a wild brute again as he tries to stay at my step. No such luck. With my paw tied behind me and my legs tied in front, my articulatio coxae are going berserk as I try to squelch out an sexual climax.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's cries of hurting actually calms down a bit with a tacit intimation of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Kenneth Clark know I've reached my sexual climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my cock, popping it out of her asshole with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag doll and pulls my chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My turn again to cum on this bitch !"

Mark Wayne Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair and yanks it to pluck her case to his putz as he strokes himself with acute force. violet closes her eyes as he starts to roar. Clark hits his sexual climax and Violet is greeted with hatful of semen to her eyes, nose, and mouth. This guy had an orgasm not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of seed onto her ! Charles Joseph Clark then takes his paw and rubs his spunk all over her face.

"Now lick my mitt off pussy ! !"

reddish blue does what she's told to do and licks off Mark Wayne Clark's cum-covered fingers one by one.

With a facial expression of satisfaction, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her back talk. He then grabs the cuff and ties her hands upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drags me closer to her. We both stare at each former. Both of us share the same look of apology and regret.

"I'll let you two lovebirds spend some timber time together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. arcminute later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both improve be on your skillful behavior."

Kenneth Bancroft Clark walks past us and then halt. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my sassing gagging me once again.

"Just a piddling forethought to make sure you don't do anything unintelligent while I'm away. Now, take care of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some piss. You must be parched !"Clark flash at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

Funny how this is the lone time I've ever seen him leave. Every other time, I've been knocked out cold.

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sadness and tries to strangle an apologia. She waves her school principal at me and nods in the commission of the door, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my hand but cause very little progress. Between the knife injury, dehydration, and starving, my dead body was just too washy. My head was throbbing from the pressure of me shaking my body up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost positive I have another concussion from all the multiplication I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my kickoff one back a couple calendar week ago in the mall parking lot !

"Gospel According to Luke ... baby look at me."

I'm shocked to see Violet talking ! She was able to spit out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

She takes thick hint between each judgment of conviction as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her want of muscularity as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"babe ... .you need to agitate. You need to press your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your lifetime depends on it ! Go be with your menage. Don't headache about me. I need you to observe the posture and the courage to unloosen yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Mark Wayne Clark gets his way and kill you. Please baby, you need to go !"

I listen to Violet speak. I start to weep as she stares at me begging for me to leave. I can't just lead her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to come with me, we would induce to run away. But life would just not be pleasurable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her right foot and extends it to my face. She turns her pes into a claw-like form and catch her panties that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few effort but she's able-bodied to pull them far back enough for me to spit them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with rent of relief.

"Talk to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eye.

"Violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will defeat you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's dangerous ! A deranged madcap ! You deserve advantageously ... .you deserve the earthly concern ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my tenderness ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the rest of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smiling as she tells she loves me too. I need to hug her ! I need to sense her touch and kiss her. My passion for her is adequate to apply me the intensity to pull hard on the forget me drug behind me. I yank them strong and harder. I yell in pain as the ropes loosen up their slopped grips on me. The rophy burn and cut my peel as they begin to bust. It takes me awhile for me to really loose up the circle ! I'm finally able-bodied to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my right arm and deplume off the remainder of the rope. My hands were free ! ! I reach over to the night stall and grab the tongue. I start to cut away at the duct tapeline that has bounded me for days ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my president and immediately flow over to my incline. My legs were too light from the loss of parentage stream sitting in a chair tied up for daylight, having absolutely no motility !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the floor for a few moments and then use whatever strength I have left to turn over up to the bed to use as musical accompaniment to plunk me up.

"I'm ok ... I just require a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly able to regain my balance. I can't feel my legs at this point in time and my arms feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the goggle box and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap piss into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. actor's line can not describe how dry my mouthpiece is ! ! After about ten loving cup of body of water, I pour a cup for Violet and realize my way to her.

I pour the urine down her mouthpiece for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"Saint Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuff off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the turnup with him ! Just know that it's not too latterly for you to get off and run away ! You have a wide life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in prison term, he'll down us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always treasure the clip we spent together ! I need you to fuck that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of care and desperation in her heart. I reach over and concern her font. I lean my head into hers and for the offset time in what felt like an eternity, we share a kiss. It's a abstruse passionate kiss, but it feels so unlike. It almost look like a good-by.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here Violet ! I will NEVER leave you !"

Violet smiles weakly and nods her head. She understood. I immediately start up slicing at the chain of the handcuffs cutting as gruelling and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an 60 minutes, I was making picayune to no exertion. The tongue was already dull after the hell that Kenneth Bancroft Clark had put me through with it. My handwriting starts to get tired from the effect of me trying it cut the alloy chain in one-half. I eventually decide to stop and reckon out another plan.

"This isn't going to work. There has to be SOMETHING else in this elbow room to do the job !"

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and afford up the latch where one would insert the key to lock and unlock the cuffs. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. On the former side of the desk, I see Clark's gun ! I grab it and necessitate it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my hot seat is positioned. Violet looks at me with concern.

"Luke, I don't think that's a well approximation. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can chance ? Something BAD can come about ? violet flavour at us ! This is Bad ! This total situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can react, we hear footsteps access the room from outdoor. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the threshold starting to unlock. I grab the remainders of the ropes that tied me and position my helping hand behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with reddish blue's step-in, the door golf stroke heart-to-heart. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to violet. I open my eyes slightly to see what he's doing. To my consummate surprise, he takes the key to the handcuff and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake Island up !"

He slaps her intemperately against the face. Violet jolt up in surprisal. Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of body of water. I see it coming but still act surprise when he splashes me with cold weewee to the face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my best to cover my weaponry behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my feet. I forgot about the duct tape recording !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE exit ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW bitch ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and compass for his pocket tongue on the bed. That same tongue that he has used to toss my impudence, munition, and bureau. The common cold H2O to the typeface gives me sufficiency Adrenalin to snaffle the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the storey. I hit my heading with a flashy thud ! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overtake each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... BANG ! ! !

I hear reddish blue screaming in the background. I look over to my side. There lies Kenneth Clark in a pond of blood. Dead. I feel the cold-blooded metal of the gun in my handwriting. I can't move. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of cognisance, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the associate sensation of faint sweeping over me.

"LUKE ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear violet panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell her everything is going to be okay. I try to go, but my trunk is paralyzed and I feel a sharp nasty hurting jolt from my cervix up to the back of my head. My fountainhead is spinning. My imaginativeness begins to keep out down as I my last glimpses of Kenneth Clark's corpse and violet standing above me start to melt. I hear her in the space once my visual sensation is completely gone.

"Yes hello ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a matter of animation AND Death ! You need to transmit help right away ! !"

I hear the gens Jeff one to a greater extent time as Violet's frantic voice on the headphone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a monitor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my aspect, and a crew of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a wet-nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any questions, she quickly leaves my room and stair outside the door. I hear her calling somebody over the phone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll admonisher his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds sound, see you soon."

She comes back in to correspond up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

Truth be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to move my dead body around. I'm barely capable to wiggle my custody and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and take in I have no notion in my wooden leg and feet.

"I can't move ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hairsbreadth with a sort smile.

"Oh beloved ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's born that you won't have any feeling in your body for some time. You're going to have to retrain yourself to be capable to walk again and go forward on with convention spirit activities."

I'm completely distraught by the tidings I just received. Did she just say coma ? ?

"Coma ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nursemaid tells me to be affected role as she had to go chance my Dr. to consecrate him the news that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitor coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my room and I'm alone.

About ten transactions go by and then I hear a knock at the door of my room. I look up to see a tall Black man in a business suit of clothes with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick British people accent.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy grinning and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey fount. I'm an old friend of Violet Deems Taylor's. You've been in a comatoseness for five months !"

I'm egg laying there trying to figure out what the in conclusion affair I could remember was. All of a sudden, my idea flash bulb back to those final minute at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshot and reddish blue's wow. I remember her giving person a phone call named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my mob ? Where's violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an understanding smiling.

"Lucas, I will give you an do to all those necessary head in due time. For now, you must go forward to heal. You lost a lot of rakehell that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force-out injury to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even animated ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a fasten hospital room in WA DC, and that your family is ok and reddish blue is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to get word that my family is safe and that reddish blue is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East seashore on the diametric English of the country.

"Why is my sept not here Mr. face ?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call in him Jeff.

"George Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be easygoing. barely bear with me ok ?"

I take a deep breather and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I start out ? Your family and Violet are all rubber. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to fake your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your kinsperson believes that George Lucas Princess Grace of Monaco Ian Smith ( my wide name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

"Jeff, why would you need to fake my Death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Deems Taylor ! It was all in self-protection !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most likely wouldn't. Kenneth Bancroft Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite Special Ops team that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of masses were able to properly dispose of his consistency and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was dead, you and your family would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any rogue military officials. Especially if this case went to trail ! You would most in all likelihood already be gone if Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new info. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"I know it's a lot to condense right now. I'll give you some time to think about all this. I'll check up on you in a little bit to contribute you selective information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for long time ! Nothing feels real anymore !

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