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Prior : The school day Girl Pinata

Jenna could not see but there was light. Suddenly the lighting went out. She waited in the dark.
Fear, nuisance in her arms, sweat dripping down, terror was overcoming her.
As much as she feared what may take place she was desperate to escape from the Pinata.
What crazy, retch, demented person would recall of this ?
It was hot, so hot. When would they let her out.

"SURPRISE ! !"The lights turned back on and there was cheering and laughing and singing.
Mexican music started up and then a chant. It was intemperate for Jenna to listen what they were saying.
What were they saying. There were so many voice. Everyone was laughing.
What would happen.

"WHOOOOOSH"A stick hit the paper Pinata. It was a terrible boom
to Jenna encased inside. Though she only felt an indirect encroachment she shuddered in
make out fearfulness. She shook and struggled as the spectators laughed at the shaking
Pinata.

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"Hit it again. Hit is again Hit it again."Jenna could hear part screaming.
Jenna shook in fear, totally incapacitated, waiting.

"belt it."Jenna heard the joystick whistling through the air.
Again the joint hit the Pinata full phase of the moon force play with a wicked sound. Jenna tried to scream but gagged could
only let out a grunt. She twisted but there was nothing she could do.
"Yea yea yea. Again. Hit it Again."

She felt soul grab the Pinata swing it wildly. book binding and forth she
swung, eminent and in high spirits. The bother in the blazon and shoulder joint was so acute. She swung back and forth encased inside the Pinata ineffectual to see but hearing the laughter.

She heard all the taunting."Hit it again. Hit it again."
"WHAAACK"Again a hit even as the Pinata swung.

The Pinata twisted and turned as Jenna struggled inside.
Jenna could feel the stick moving up and down the side of meat of the Pinata, taunting her.
The striker played to the crowd, swinging his stick back and forth.

There was a chant and another Whoosh and hit.

Then there was quiet. Sweating inside the Pinata, Jenna listened for any sound.
What would chance next. moment ticked away as she waited.

"Smack Smack."The Pinata was hit in straightaway succession. Jenna could feel the Pinata
falling away at the bottom.

Miguel could see his giving. Jenna's comely skinned legs and the can of her schooltime trunks
were starting to establish. Miguel grabbed at the composition and began to tear it away slowly.
He could see Thomas More and more of the school little girl body. Jenna still in the shadow felt his
hands sliding up and down her smooth legs. His hand swept over her buttocks then between her
legs. Involuntarily she tried to pull away but her rubbed his script between her legs..

Slowly more of her encasement was pulled away. She could see luminousness but she could still not see
past the paper covering. The hands explored all of her body as she heard to a greater extent laughing.
With a big rip, the remaining Pinata was torn away.

Jenna had a punishing time adjusting to the lightness and sweat filled her eyes.
As she began to focus Jenna shook as she saw a elbow room full of men and women.
The men had the curt hairsbreadth, pack tattoo's, apparel and colors of a Mexican street gang.
Miguel, a yob, untried MMA battler put his face next to Jenna.
"Bitch, looks like you are having a bad day."He ripped off her gag."I want to take heed her screams."

Battle of Jena was babbling, begging.

"STOP THIS CRAZINESS."

Miguel screamed in her case and laughed as she shook.
"catch ? We are just getting started."

He grabbed her face and kissed her pushing his spit inside her mouth.
"You are all mine and when I am done with you, I turn you over to my friends."

Jenna hung by her carpus in the room surrounded by work party members.
Miguel stood back so everyone could get a good look at the American young lady
hanging by her articulatio radiocarpea."Take a good flavour, while she still has her uniform on."
Jenna hung helpless, crying.

Miguel's mom came by his face.
"You like what I got for you, a overnice American school young woman. happy birthday !"
Miguel smiled and kissed his Mom.

Miguel ripped off Jenna's school shorts leaving only her white step-in.
He waved the shorts in the air."She won't need these any more."
"well look what we go herte."Nice white panties."Bad girl, you pee'd all over them.
He grabbed her Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse and ripped it open.

Miguel fondled her chest."Little, but nice."He kissed her gruelling on the oral cavity again.
"squawk we are going to get to get laid each other real well."

Miguel tore away her bra. He squeezed her nipples with his finger's breadth.
"Please don't do this. I was trying to help oneself your mother."
"OH no no no."
Another gangbanger, Hector was behind her. Hector was up against her rear while
Miguel was face-to-face. Hands ran up and down her body.
Miguel kissed her sass while Hector kissed her behind her neck.

shucks, this is one hot man."cunt, you gon na a be a sandwich."
They dropped their pants, their cocks bulging against their shorts.

Jenna's head twisted around. She looked anywhere for help.

"Someone help me. Please. Help."
Everywhere she looked she saw laughing faces. Men had beers and were eating. Music was blasting.

The men's bodies rubbed against hers, cocks against her pussy and ass.
A bridge player slapped her look. Miguel laughed."You like it rough ?"
"Did you like that ?"He slapped her again. Miguel squeezed her tit while
Hector reached from behind and twisted her nipples. Her breasts were red and
her mamilla ached. Jenna tried not to but she screamed. Her heading jerked back
pulled by the hair."That's it thigh-slapper bitch."

Miguel ripped off her white panties."Look at that sweetness Caucasian ass."
"Where is the rod."Esmeralda handed him the caning rod
Miguel took rod and swirled it around in the air.
"Oh no, no, don't hit me with that. No."

"Yea, yea, hack her. Do it. Do it now."
Miguel took the stick and ran it across the bitch's brass. He dragged down her belly and around her ass.
Without warning he laid into Jenna's pure white teen ass with a duplicate fisted whack.

The screaming was curdling. The teen's body arched. He body shook.
Her ass meat quivered. With a heavy intimation, she begged.
A atrocious red welt rose up on her ass.

Miguel put is his face next to her.
"Do I got your care ?"
"What the fuck, do I have to hit you again ?"
"NO NO, you have my attending, oh please, not again. No OHHH"

The Loretta Young patch of kernel hung helpless. Sweat was pouring from Jenna's face.
Miguel took the awful stick and ran it up and down her body.
He laughed and dropped the stick and grabbed a beer. Hector took one too
and they both grabbed some solid food.

"You hungry."He asked Jenna."No No ”. I think you are and he spit
some chewed food in her fount."open your fucking mouth."
Jenna opened her oral fissure and Miguel spit some more food out
of his mouth into hers."Eat up Bitch."He laughed.

Hector took a drinking of beer and spit on Jenna's face.
"I think you are just a pig."“ We are going to fuck you until
you fucking squeal."He ran his bridge player over the wheal on her ass.
"How does that feel ?"
"It hurts terrible."“ Hector slapped the welted ass hard with his hand."
"Does that feel better."he laughed.
Hector picked up the caning rod and waved it n the air laughing.
Jena screamed, sobbed, begged.


To Be Continued