Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with farsighted honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue eyes that looked as if they were about to burst forth with snag, and measure I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, complete ! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about XVIII twelvemonth old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim mini that ended a few inches above her knees, white knee joint air-sleeve, and white ballet-style Panama apartment. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as Inferno and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued tilt 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 restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a blank 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark skittle alley in movement of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my helping hand tightly over her mouth and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up fiddling girlfriend ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and nobody would bang. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep quiet and put your hands behind your back. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrists together behind her back. Tying her goody ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling immature lady inside, where I bound her ankle to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the eating place and ordered another beer. I came back after about an time of day and could make out the faint sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a farsighted patch, so my victim would n't screw where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's middle were wide with fear after having been in the luggage compartment for so long. I untied her mortise joint, kept her wrists tied and her toothsome sass gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. 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 kill her and leave her physical structure in the forest. In the moonlight, I could see tears shed down her impudence and get wind her whimper. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the earth and ripped open her white frilled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her great, firm titmouse and stiffening pap. I slapped her across the face

'' cipher can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and fill up you with my seed. I hope you 're on birth control. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her head, either to protest that she was about to get despoil or that she was n't on birth control. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered leftover down her trembling thigh, before ripping off her scanty. Completely naked, except for her lily-white thigh luxuriously stockings and black flats, the untested womanhood was helpless ... and all mine.

'' spreadhead your branch, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my gasp and Jockey shorts, 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 unadulterated cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two trees, making her even more lost. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and daddy will never see or get wind from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her case, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so start sucking ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing rooster slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, prostitute ! ``, I commanded, as her caput bobbed back and Forth River, her sassing contorted around my penis.

After a patch, I pulled out of her mouth and slide my cock, wet with her spit, down her quivering belly towards her gratifying spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her lip again and then began to rub my severely cock up and down her wet snatch, trying to find her slit. Damn, she was smashed !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The young woman nodded her headway 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged inscrutable inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young eubstance. She clenched her middle shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little girl. nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and squirm underneath me, in an effort to get free even as I pumped my pecker into her tight young pussy.

Her fear was add, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her centre broad with the ugly realization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could pour down her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the sharpness and my loin exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my phallus went limp, still pumping my ejaculate into her. Stacie was glaring at me through optic filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the young woman asked me to take off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't shout. ``, 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 wearing apparel ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd think I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the realization 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 quiet again. I left her there tightly bounce, as I uncovered a trap five and a half infantry long, three feet wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar crapper that it dangled over, nor the video tv camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage dupe, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her middle widened and call of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow tomb I had prepared for her.

`` well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the chance of you getting knocked up with my child. So now ... I am going to make surely that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl 's muffled screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her farseeing blonde hair, pulled her forefront back and maneuvered the thick running noose over her head, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the right side of meat of her head. I settled her feet on the stool and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her metrical foot. Her skimmer flats slipped off her blackguard, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the panic-stricken, mascara-smeared eyes of a defenseless and ravish Pres Young girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex slave and force-out you to have my child. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced motherhood ? ''. Her oculus downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her pharynx and from around her headland. I tied her fundament together, pulled her down off the ordure, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the trivial slut again. I 'll have to keep an eye on the news for any write up concerning the little girl .