THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND DISTURBANCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My oral sex hurts all over again. This time it's a shrewd pain in the ass in the back of my point. I try to open my eyes, but they're tender to the brightness of the room. My visual sense is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the plaza all over again !

I try my well to get up. I struggle in the 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 president. I can barely impress them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with ropes on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free people from the tape and ropes. I then hear step approach me from a recess. I see a figure stall before me. My vision is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted grin on his face.

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

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

William Clark sees me making eye impinging with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

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

Kenneth Bancroft Clark steps to the side and allows me to calculate forward to the bed where reddish blue lays.

She's passed out laying to her incline facing me. Her face is covered in fresh gash and bruises. Her brand up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga bloomers and a companion unmentionable for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the night we had sex when I first got home for the summer ! How stupid it was of me to ingest forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the difficulty I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being consequence to sleeping with a married woman. 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 wife as hostages in a shit 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 hired hand.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them have a go at it you're just fine. I took the familiarity of unlocking your telephone set while you were out coldness and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

And just to make sure that they won't be a infliction at all while we sit here getting to have a go at it each other ... I'm going to ask for you to call your father and explain why you'll be out of town for a few days ... more or less."

My heart widen in skepticism hearing this. A few days as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

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

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

"Gospel of Luke ... let me reword what I just said ... I'm not asking you to send for ... .I'm recounting you to phone ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger ! consider me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly walks around the back of the chair to take my thumb to unlock my earpiece with the hint ID. He walks back up to me and dial my dad. He puts me on verbaliser continuing to hold the gun at me.

"hi ?"

"Hey dad !"

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

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

There's a retentive suspension.

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

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

Another long pause from my dad.

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

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with Violet and her psycho hubby for the adjacent few twenty-four hours ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be capital having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great meter growing up, getting away with a lot of squat ... having the ‘ time of your life sentence'all throughout high school and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to throw together in my chair trying to rid myself again.

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

Clark's face changes to his typical backside expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the pass. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to regain my knowingness again. My imagination is clear this time but my head flavor like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my side and showtime to vomit. My centre feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my mastermind out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of hangover ever ! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smack the air in the elbow room. I smell the olfactory property of Roger Bacon and maple sirup, and my fresh vomit of course. I look to the corner and see Joe Clark eating away at the piffling desk in the elbow room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a gravid tray. He sits down eating pancakes with testis and Roger Bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Luke ! raise and refulgency ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and do grab a plate ?"

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

I look over to the bed and see reddish blue. She's broad awake and is sitting upward with her back 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 H2O in his hand.

"Where are my manners Luke ? You MUST be athirst ! Here ... have a sip."

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

"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 affair coming.

"HELP ! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY HELP ! ! ! ! WE ARE beingness HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my time as Clark slugs me straight in the human face. He punched me so hard, I bit my clapper and immediately started to taste pedigree.

"SHUT UP ! STOP shouting ! You scream one to a greater extent time, and you're going to look on me beat my married woman to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

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

"Now ... I think that you deserve some answer Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to piss me off with your agitation and questions. So ... .let us begin."

William Clark pulls another death chair and sits across face to face with me.

"Luke ... I told you to outride far away from violet for your safe ... but here's the arrest : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some timber time together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even stool eye link with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't lecture 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 know if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? reddish blue ... My wife OF ALMOST 25 twelvemonth spits on my face and screams to me how she's in sexual love with you ... and how she can't base THE sight OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of wrath and hurt on William Clark's face. I look to Violet as she's bawling her eyes out. My head is racing with millions of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a Wave of guilt as I stare at Kenneth Clark. His nerve is flashing red but I can see weeping forming in his eyes.

"Luke ... I've been away oversea for a really long fourth dimension ... the only communication with my wife is via phone and video recording confabulation. My whole marriage and having my tiddler ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my fourth dimension with my family for this rural area. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for month at a sentence from my household. I've missed many of import holiday, birthdays, commencement ceremony, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my family ... and being away from my lovely wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the go TWO YEARS racking up paid metre off from workplace and decide to arrive home and surprise my married woman ... ..and drop some caliber prison term with her for as long as I can. And approximate what I come domicile to ? An affair, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

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

"Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very trivial time I've known you. You are to blame for wrecking my marriage and taking away the lovemaking of my life."

Clark gets up and walks to the desk. He picks up an target and makes his way over to reddish blue on the bed.

She stares at Mark Clark while she tries to catch her breather from all the crying.

"So dear ... Saint Luke is the love of your animation huh ?"He takes the aim and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a scoop tongue with a large, acute blade.

He then pulls out a modest torch from a bag he has on the desk and drama 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 enough dear. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's time I shed some of that nuisance and excruciation ... .and plowshare it with the dear of your life."

My heart hits the reason in little terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to experience his pain. I'm guessing it involves his knife and hoy.

I hear Violet start to shout, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my death chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to wail.

"reddish blue ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Mark Wayne Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

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

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in hand. I start to break down.

"Kenneth Bancroft Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all tie-in with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't severalise ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the balance of my summer away from dwelling house and not make out back ! ! ! conceive about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a aspect of dislike as he ignores me. I can smell out the heat of the leaf blade as he continues to sack it up. Violet shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to hold back with her gag on.

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

"So part of my work in the military Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One affair me and my squad overseas do are interrogative sentence. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our opposition. We're secure at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a magical spell. It's my favorite ! By the clip my tongue is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how firm people weep like little pussies and cave in giving us the info we need."

This is it God ... just take in this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it fast. I try to lull myself down preparing for what's to number."Violet my dear ... watch as I make the TRUE love of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and covering my mouth as a gag. I try to scream for him to stop over but my row come out muffled.

Clark takes the knife and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain as he takes the blade off and presses it against my other cheek.

I can barely find out reddish blue as she hysterically begs for him to stop. Clark then takes the sword and begins to get to dumb but precise incisions down my face. I can palpate the roue dribble down running down my look as the pain in the neck stings.

I continue to shout out from the annoyance of the burns and the slicing wounds. Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one quick motion, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice my dresser with the blade slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning sensation was enough to establish me sense faint. I start to fall behind consciousness as I feel the tongue carving into my tegument. William Clark slices me up with the brand, drawing billet down my dresser and my arms.

I can still hear the syncope cries of Violet as Clark continues to adjure the electrocution hot steel on my flesh and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU passion HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR sprightliness ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Kenneth Clark stops.

Seeing how frail I am, he yanks off the tape from my sassing. I have fiddling to no energy left inside me to verbalize. Much less shriek for assist.

"So Luke, is this BITCH worth the pain and hurt you're starting to experience ? That's right, I said starting ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to experience the EXACT amount of pain you've caused me ... ..this right here is just kid's play."

I look up at Mark Wayne Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting smiling on his facial expression.

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

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the all-fired saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so a great deal fun 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 ... keep my back talk shut !"

He stops, turns, and walk back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to violet, who continues to weep silently with a scare off apologetic look on her aspect at me.

"I'm going to toss off you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to start to feel the pain and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and reddish blue are going back to my base overseas. She will inhabit with me, where I will deliver complete controller and be able-bodied to check out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hellhole I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting worse, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last looking at at violet before I feel the familiar strike to the rear of my head with his gun.

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I awaken the succeeding morning to the auditory sensation of crying and gagging. I hear William Clark grunting. I open my eyes. I can barely move. I look down my chest and see dry out line of descent splashed over me. My cut wounds have begun to curdle. I can still palpate the burn bull's eye on my face, thorax, blazon, and abdomen. My entire physical structure is sore ! I've lost all opinion in my peg from being tied for nearly two days ! My coat of arms are frail from being tied behind me as well. For a mo, I'm disoriented as I look at my milieu not knowing where I am, only feeling the astounding amount of pain I'm in. The audio of outcry, choking, and Mark Clark's grunts and groan quickly wreak me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The sight that's in front of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely flat on her chest at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her invertebrate foot were tied with rophy up in the air. Kenneth Bancroft Clark stands at the arse of the bed, shoving his tool up and down her pharynx ! He holds her forefront while he thrusts his gumshoe in and out of Violet's mouth with violent force ! Her fount is completely red, covered in travail, semen, and spittle. Mark Wayne Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the backrest of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to escape his hold to catch one's breath. Only when she starts to work purple, he releases himself from her throat and continues to plunder her backtalk. reddish blue has tear shedding down her face as she pleads for him to barricade every clock time he takes his gumshoe out of her oral cavity. She pleads and beg coughing and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to pass out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to lunge in and out at a rapid pace ! The sounds of his grunts and her choking and gagging ride me insane !

"CLARK, layover !"

As weakly and exhausted as my body is, I have the speciality to scream again.

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

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

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

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

"Now Luke, come and watch as my wife and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and pulls me closer to her next to the bed.

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

Clark grabs her feet, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuff, revealing bruises on both her articulatio radiocarpea from the stringency of the clutches. Joe Clark then picks up his underwear off the storey, and folds it into a nut. He shoves the underclothes into her mouth gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Clark grabs the manacle and sleeper both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her pegleg and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the stiff of her yoga trouser. Clark then violently yanks off her step-in, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll throw these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape on my face, and replaces it with her ripped panties in my mouth. With a smile on his expression, he spits on his hand multiple clip and rubs his pecker.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over Violet. It doesn't take a superstar to know what's to befall next.

I hear reddish blue set out to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty fingers and violently thrusts them into her asshole.

I can barely bring in out the words she cries out but hear a"please block up"amongst other Son with her cries.

Clark oink as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far inscrutable into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to roll in the hay around and enjoy my wife. But she let you fuck her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for eld to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just ignore him as I know I'm too faint to even try and campaign what he's going to do.

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

Mark Wayne Clark then takes his hawkshaw and posture it with reddish blue's tight son of a bitch. Once his tip is in, Joe Clark rams the relaxation of this meaty cock all the way into her going balls deep !

violet riot in sheer pain as he starts to squeeze in and out of her ass violently shaking the stallion bed. He fucks Violet with such force, she bumps her capitulum against the bedpost each clip he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to block out the vision of this incubus blossom out before my eyes. I wish I could stymy out the sounds of her cry and his grunt ! He sounds like a fucking annoying animal. If only I could grab his gun right now and knock his lights out !

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

"OH SHIT ! HOLY SHIT LUKE ! ! I just rupture your lover's asshole apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up next to the bed.

violet has her expression to the pillow screaming in agony. Her pegleg shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in irritation. I look at her ass which oozes out the corpse of Kenneth Clark's jizz with some blood.

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

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to seize my smash. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my boxer as much as he can, revealing my cock which is completely severely to my surprise. Having a head of its own, my erection formed at the sight of violet's barbarous assault. I felt ashamed and muddied.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handcuffs from the bedpost. Clark snap up reddish blue by the hair and yanks her forward to the position of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot middle and swollen-headed lid from all her cry. Her human face is covered with binge and sudor. She looks at me weakly with no expression on her face. It's as if her someone was already dead and there was just a being in presence of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot tears start to organize and drop down my grimace. The bout burn my cheeks making their way down my knife wounds and burning on my face.

"Look at your fan beef ! ! You see this ? ? ? Gospel According to Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a working girl like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

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

"Look Gospel According to Luke ! facial expression at your fan ! Look at this cocotte ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! Well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an opened bottle of weewee on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to throttle and cough. He takes the end of the nursing bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splash of water helps vivify my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap violet. Hard ! He slaps her face full force with the front and back incline of his deal. He grabs her neck opening and starts to choke her while roughly shaking her principal back and forth.

At this breaker point, Violet begins to yell and cry again.

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

I look away trying to brush aside him. If I could untie myself right now, I would dispatch him. Without a uncertainty.

"Gospel of Luke ! It's time for us to fuck your fan together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to intercept. Telling him that she's been through sufficiency, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Gospel of Luke you're obviously excited ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to have it off this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the optic with a tone of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT ! You're a fucking teras ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your sick biz ! !"

William Clark just sighs and shakes his read/write head with a smiling on his face.

"I'm just trying to create this fun. commit you a little bit of delight 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 fuck this squawk with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the esthesis of that burning blade on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slicing Violet's exposed bosom with it. concentrated ! I see rip flowing down her body to the bedsheets. Violet covers her look with one hand as she sobs in pain. 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 tongue down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

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

reddish blue weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her organic structure press against mine due to my injury. We both have a legal brief passionate moment as we stare at each former face to face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and flavor my knife lesion. We press our frontal bone together and close our eyes. Our brief moment of repose is interrupted when Clark yanks her upwards forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still severely, and aligns it for her with her kitty-cat. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. reddish blue lets out a quick irritating gasp as she closes her heart. Tears lead off to come down her face again. I close my centre in repulsion as I try not to cry myself.

"Now ride AWAY BITCH ! Ride his dick ! !"Kenneth Clark commands.

Violet slowly starts to move her body up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how dear it felt. Slowly she continues to cod me. Up and down. Clark stands and ticker with a sickening looking at of pleasure on his fount. He starts to stroke his cock while watching her fuck me.

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

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

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the base. Clark snaffle 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 front man legs of the chair are up in the air. William Clark then picks reddish blue off the 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 shaft with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this company, so dear I'm going have to ask you to flip golf hole. Put Luke's putz into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Clark had a very quieten tone of interpreter 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.

piece of tail she's so tight ! Last time I fucked her ass was during my last-place daytime of fountain Break ! Of course, this was a very different billet though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spreads open her legs. He grabs his cock and shoves its totality up her kitty-cat.

"St. Luke, I know you're tied down but you can jiggle your hips and bed this bitch with me at the Saame time ! So you in effect do so or else I'm going to take this steel and substitute your dick with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. realize ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my rose hip up and down, fucking violet's ass. violet winces in pain each metre we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks violet with me. I'm able to break up up the gait little by little. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this love child gets off of me and Violet. I try to flood my judgment with positive memories I have had with reddish blue so far. Memories start to come of when we first met. Memories of how she last minute joined my booster and I in United Mexican States for saltation Break. retention of me and my best ally Jacob fucking her together on the beach. computer storage of the random hookups I had that Lapplander week. Memories of her baby Linda coming to township for a visit and getting to screw them together. And then of course, memories of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each early. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing trip.

It doesn't take long for me to depart getting the tone in my sack of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my gait, with all my vigour left in me. Violet groan in nuisance while I continue to force up and down. I feel terrible about it but I need to wind up so I can get Clark off of me and her. Clark starts to grunt like a untamed animal again as he tries to persist at my pace. No such luck. With my hands tied behind me and my legs tied in front, my rosehip are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an orgasm.

"screwing ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's cries of pain actually calms down a bit with a silent intimation of pleasure.

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

"My turn again to cum on this cunt !"

Mark Wayne Clark pulls Violet towards him. He grabs her haircloth and Yank it to displume her cheek to his cock as he strokes himself with vivid force. reddish blue closes her eyes as he starts to howl. Joe Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with masses of semen to her centre, nose, and mouth. This guy had an climax not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hired hand and chafe his spunk all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

Violet does what she's told to do and licks off Kenneth Bancroft Clark's cum-covered fingers one by one.

With a look of satisfaction, Kenneth Bancroft Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the cuffs and ties her workforce upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drags me tightlipped to her. We both stare at each former. Both of us share the Saame tone of apology and sorrow.

"I'll let you two grass parakeet spend some timber metre together."

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

"I have some errands to run. You both better be on your Charles Herbert Best behavior."

Joe Clark walks past us and then stop. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't draw a blank this huh ?"

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

"Just a little precaution to pretend sure you don't do anything stunned while I'm away. Now, take care of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some piss. You must be parched !"Charles Joseph Clark jiffy at me as he steps out of the way and leaves us.

Funny how this is the only 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 dampen an apologia. She waves her head at me and nods in the management of the door, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an endeavor at loosening up my hands but micturate very short progress. Between the knife wounds, dehydration, and starvation, my trunk was just too weak. 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 prison term I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my initiatory one back a couple week ago in the plaza parking lot !

"Luke ... sister look at me."

I'm shocked to hear Violet talking ! She was capable to spit out her gag.

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

She takes mysterious breathing spell between each sentence as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of get-up-and-go as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"Babe ... .you need to push. You need to fight your way out of here ! free people yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your lifespan depends on it ! Go be with your fellowship. Don't trouble about me. I need you to get hold the strength and the bravery to free yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Joe Clark gets his way and kills you. delight sister, 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 leave her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to issue forth with me, we would birth to run away. But life would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt club her down.

She takes her right foot and extends it to my typeface. She turns her foot into a claw-like soma and take hold of her step-in that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few endeavor but she's able 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 rip in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to derive with me. He will down you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's dangerous ! A deranged lunatic ! You deserve substantially ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my center ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the repose of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to adopt her ! I need to find her soupcon and osculate her. My warmth for her is enough to give me the strength to pull hard on the roach behind me. I yank them severe and harder. I yell in pain in the ass as the ropes loosen up their pie-eyed adhesive friction on me. The ropes burn and cut my skin as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the ropes ! I'm finally able to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my rightfield arm and pull off the remainder of the rope. My hands were release ! ! I reach over to the nighttime viewpoint and snaffle the tongue. I start to cut away at the duct tape that has bounded me for daytime ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately fall over to my side. My pegleg were too fallible from the personnel casualty of blood flow sitting in a chairman tied up for Day, having absolutely no front !

"Gospel According to Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the floor for a few here and now and then use whatever strength I have left to strain up to the bed to use as support to pick me up.

"I'm ok ... I just necessitate a import to breathe."

I'm slowly capable to regain my balance. I can't feel my legs at this pointedness and my branch feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the television and ready my way to the bathroom. I turn on the spigot and pour the tap water supply into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. speech can not describe how dry my oral cavity is ! ! After about ten cups of water system, I pour a cup for violet and make my way to her.

I pour the water supply down her sass for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Mark Wayne Clark always takes the key for the cuffs with him ! Just know that it's not too late for you to take to the woods and run away ! You have a full lifespan ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll kill us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always care for the time we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the smell of fear and desperation in her center. I reach over and meet her face. I lean my oral sex into hers and for the get-go fourth dimension in what felt like an eternity, we plowshare a kiss. It's a inscrutable passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feels like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

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

Violet smiles weakly and nods her head. She understood. I immediately get going slicing at the chain of the handlock cutting as hard and fast as potential. After going at it for almost half an hour, I was making picayune to no effort. The knife was already mute after the hell that Kenneth Bancroft Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the forcefulness of me trying it cut the metallic element chain in half. I eventually decide to barricade and fancy out another plan.

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

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and open up the latch where one would enclose 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 other side of the desk, I see Mark Clark's gun ! I grab it and admit it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my professorship is positioned. reddish blue looks at me with concern.

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

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can occur ? Something BAD can come about ? violet looking at at us ! This is Bad ! This entire place is HORRIFIC ! As of right wing now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear pace approach the room from away. Immediately, I hide the gun. reddish blue tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door start to unlock. I grab the remainders of the rope that tied me and place my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with reddish blue's step-in, the door swings clear. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my center slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprisal, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake Island up !"

He slaps her hard against the face. Violet jolts up in surprise. Charles Joseph Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of water. I see it coming but still act storm when he splashes me with coldness piss to the fount.

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

I ignore him while I do my best to hide my arms behind the chair.

Charles Joseph Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my groundwork. I forgot about the canal magnetic tape !

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

My pith is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE piece of ass ? ? GET backrest IN YOUR arse NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and range for his scoop knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, subdivision, and chest. The cold water to the human face gives me decent adrenaline to snap up the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the base. I hit my head with a loud thumping ! My vision starts to smear as we wrestle, both of us trying to get over each other.

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

I hear Violet screaming in the background. I look over to my side. There lies Clark in a pond of blood. Dead. I feel the common cold metal of the gun in my manus. I can't move. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to sense the familiar sentiency of faint sweeping over me.

"Gospel of 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 approve. I try to propel, but my consistency is paralyse and I feel a shrewd awful pain in the neck jolt from my cervix up to the back of my head. My head is spinning. My visual sense begins to exclude down as I my in conclusion glimpse of Clark's clay and reddish blue standing above me start to pass off. I hear her in the distance once my imaginativeness is completely gone.

"Yes how-do-you-do ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR assist ! This is a matter of life AND DEATH ! You need to send help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one more time as violet's frantic voice on the telephone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the audio of a monitor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen masquerade party on my face, and a cluster of electron tube around me. I register by the surgical gown I'm eating away and the olfactory property, that I'm in a infirmary bed. I see a 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 steps outside the room access. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

"hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds practiced, see you soon."

She comes back in to tally up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

true statement be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no approximation where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to locomote my body around. I'm barely able to wiggle my deal and arms. I try to jiggle my toes and realize I have no feeling 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 hair with a kind smile.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any feeling in your body for some metre. You're going to have to retrain yourself to be able-bodied to take the air again and keep on with pattern life sentence activities."

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

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

The nurse tells me to be affected role as she had to go find my doctor to hand 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 hour go by and then I hear a whack at the door of my room. I look up to see a marvelous Black man in a business concern suit with a briefcase.

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

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

The guy smile and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old Friend of violet Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the endure thing I could recall was. All of a sudden, my mind wink back to those final examination consequence at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's screams. I remember her giving soul a call named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my family ? Where's reddish blue ?"

Jeffrey gives me an translate smile.

"Lucas, I will consecrate you an response to all those essential questions in due sentence. For now, you must preserve to bring around. You lost a lot of pedigree that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force hurt to the point you experienced. It's a miracle you're even active ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a secure infirmary elbow room in Capital DC, and that your family is ok and violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my family is good and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the opposite incline of the land.

"Why is my family line not here Mr. font ?"

He smiles at me and demand me to just yell him Jeff.

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

I take a late breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I set about ? Your family and Violet are all secure. However, in purchase order for us to maintain it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of citizenry had to fake your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your home believes that Lucas Gene Kelly Kate Smith ( my full name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

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

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US military most likely wouldn't. Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the USN. He was persona of an elite group limited Ops team that did ‘ not subsist'per say. As of right now, his position is just MIA. Me and my squad of people were able to properly toss out of his body and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If masses knew he was dead, you and your family would highly potential be at risk of retaliation caused by any knave military functionary. Especially if this vitrine went to trail ! You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

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

"I know it's a lot to concentrate right now. I'll give you some fourth dimension to think about all this. I'll determine up on you in a little bit to impart you data about your new identity."

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

END OF PART 7