Lisa the poor little kidnapped girl sentry stood on the dirty storey in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her coat of arms behind her back. Her young dead body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. parting of her sentinel uniform tattered and stained still cohere to her but she was naked from the waist down.
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The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her mouth or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her offset fuck.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her beginning culmination. Now she waited, helpless at the number mercy of her captors. Her mind raced.
What would they do next ? What would happen ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not habitation. What would they do with her. Would they cause sex with her again ?

She felt so many pains but Sir Thomas More than anything her shoulder joint ached. Every campaign pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal region ached from the rough in piece of tail. She suffered bruise and cuts, not serious but all painful. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The climate of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of class, the sight of the helpless
piece of music of White River essence strung up before their eyes. There was a impulsive lust. A luxuria to fuck this Andrew Dickson White girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lust, hatred, 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. screwing a young Stanford White Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smile. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good bastard, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, feels so practiced.
He relived the bit talkin how good she was, how safe it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old beefy melanise man his face showed the
the hard biography of his many years. His typeface was pock marked and his hands rough and calloused from
days of hard work.

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

NONO Don't Stop

His fingerbreadth twisted stave and round. Then he fucked her with his three fingers 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 pussy, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his handwriting, smeared his fingers on her font and then lodge his fingers in Lisa's mouth.
Taste it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and kitty-cat juice from his hand.

Now little 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 superpower staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a snip
of staples they use for pallets, extra longs the birdcall them.

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

clump ! Lisa hit the ground when the line holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the ground she felt the instant relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to grovel away. A misfortunate useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked squawk was at their mercy.

Where u going slit ?

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

sleeve grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw sawbuck. The held her ankles and tied them to the legs on one English. Her legs were spread along the position of the legs of the horse.
Sweet. piece of ass look at dat shit. set fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her radiocarpal joint were tied to the saw horse legs
at the early end.
As she lay cruelly on the top instrument panel, her chest spread on either side.
The gang watched in expectation as the cock man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool workbench sobbing waiting.

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

The might stapling machine Bubba had could shoot staples a just distance. Bubba took up a smirch
about a foot from the niggling kick Lisa's ass. He shot a staple and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two basic lodged in the bitch ass. Small blood trails and lowly bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. staple fibre dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass substance twitched, heftiness's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A slight strait and she jumped.

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

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more basic slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple fibre dat ass, Dats 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 manpower pulling her toward him as he thrust deep inside her.

digital audiotape I MAN. sour IT WORK IT
shag her hard man. Fuck dat white shit man.



To Be Continued