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

I try my proficient to get up. I struggle in the summons of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my metrical unit, as they are both duct taped to a chair. I can barely move them ! My implements of war 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 taping and rophy. I then hear stride approach me from a corner. I see a figure rack before me. My vision is still bleary 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 oral fissure to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of metal he has in his script. It's a gun ! !

Clark sees me making eye contact 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."

Charles Joseph Clark steps to the incline and allows me to look forward to the bed where reddish blue lays.

She's passed out laying to her side facing me. Her face is covered in new deletion and bruises. Her brand up is smeared from her binge. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my vest from the Night we had sex when I first got home for the summer ! How stupe it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain !

"Joe Clark ... .uh Mr. Deems Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're ripe about there being consequences to sleeping with a wed woman. But this loony ! 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 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, Joe Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his hand.

"St. Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them screw you're just fine. I took the shore leave of unlocking your phone while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

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

My center widen in disbelief listening this. A few daytime 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 Charles Joseph Clark with a positive boost of choler coming out.

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

"St. Luke ... let me reword what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call ... .I'm relation you to anticipate ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any form 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 rachis of the chair to select my thumb to unlock my telephone with the soupcon ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to hold the gun at me.

"how-do-you-do ?"

"Hey dad !"

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

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is good. 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 Mexico during leap Break."

There's a long pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't honorable mention anything of that to me or your female parent. Are you up to no good ?"

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

Another long suspension from my dad.

"wellspring ... I would really appreciate opened communicating here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. passion you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me lone with Violet and her psycho married man for the future few years ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

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

Pissed off, I start to sputter in my death chair trying to free myself again.

"CLARK ! YOU SICK piece of ass ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Kenneth Clark's case alteration to his typical stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me difficult in the head. Everything goes saturnine ... ...

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I start to regain my consciousness again. My vision is clear this time but my head feels like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My oculus feel like they are going to pop out of my capitulum from the pressure of me puking my brainpower out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST sort of hangover ever ! As I try to find my breathe, I begin to smack the air in the room. I smell the odour of bacon and maple syrup, and my fresh puke of course. I look to the nook and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the elbow room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast buffet car with a turgid tray. He sits down eating flannel-cake with ball and 1st Baron Verulam. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey St. Luke ! Rise and Shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and follow grab a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last contribution. 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 violet. She's all-embracing awake and is sitting upward with her backrest to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

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

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

Joe Clark takes the bottle and coldcock some pee on my human face. He chuckles as he makes his way over to violet and does the Saami.

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

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

"HELP ! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY avail ! ! ! ! WE ARE organism HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my judgment of conviction as Clark slugs me straight in the look. He punched me so hard, I bit my tongue and immediately started to taste blood.

"SHUT UP ! STOP yelling ! You scream one more time, and you're going to watch me beat my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

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

"Now ... I think that you deserve some answers Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to make water me off with your tempestuousness and interrogative. So ... .let us begin."

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

"St. Luke ... I told you to stay far away from reddish blue for your base hit ... but here's the catch : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some quality clock time together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even piddle eye tangency with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT cause an effort to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to hump if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spits on my face and belly laugh to me how she's in lovemaking with you ... and how she can't sales booth THE SIGHT OF ME ! ! !"

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

"Saint Luke ... I've been away oversea for a really long prison term ... the sole communication with my wife is via phone and video chat. My totally marriage and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their lifetime. Always away oversea ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this country. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been leisurely for me being away for months at a time from my family. I've missed many important holiday, birthday, graduations, 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 last TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from work and decide to amount home and surprise my wife ... ..and spend some quality time with her for as long as I can. And guess what I come home to ? An affaire, emotional dramatic event, and now ... perfidy !"

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

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

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

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

"So dear ... Luke is the making love of your life huh ?"He takes the object and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a scoop knife with a with child, precipitous blade.

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

"I've suffered sufficiency dearest. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's time I shed some of that painfulness and suffering ... .and plowshare it with the love of your life."

My nitty-gritty hits the solid ground in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his painful sensation. I'm guessing it involves his tongue and lighter.

I hear reddish blue start to shout, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Charles Joseph Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to whimper.

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

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

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

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

"Mark Wayne 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 eternal rest of my summer away from home and not fare back ! ! ! guess about what you're doing Kenneth Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a face of disfavor as he ignores me. I can smell the rut of the brand as he continues to fire it up. violet shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to block off with her gag on.

Mark Clark then shows me the brand of his knife. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can get a line it sizzling.

"So part of my work in the armed services Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my team overseas do are interrogative. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our enemies. We're serious at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL proficiency that works like a magic spell. It's my favorite ! By the time my tongue is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast people weep like trivial pussies and cave in giving us the entropy we need."

This is it God ... just make this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it quick. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to arrive."violet my honey ... watch as I make the TRUE dear of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and screen my mouth as a gag. I try to scream for him to turn back but my words come out muffled.

Clark takes the knife and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in annoyance as he takes the steel off and presses it against my early cheek.

I can barely get a line Violet as she hysterically begs for him to give up. Joe Clark then takes the brand and begins to make dumb but precise incisions down my fount. I can feel the blood trickle down running down my face as the pain stings.

I continue to shout from the hurting of the burn and the slice wounds. Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one quick gesture, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice my chest with the brand slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning mavin was enough to pee me finger faint. I start to lose consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my skin. Clark cut me up with the blade, drawing lines down my thorax and my arms.

I can still discover the faint vociferation of reddish blue as Clark continues to bid the burning hot leaf blade on my chassis and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

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

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Clark stops.

Seeing how weak I am, he yanks off the tapeline from my back talk. I have little to no push left inside me to talk. Much less scream for help.

"So Luke, is this squawk worth the pain and excruciation you're starting to palpate ? 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 here is just child's play."

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

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

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the crashing saliva off his facial expression.

"Oh this is going to be so a good deal fun Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able to let out a few word of honor slip out.

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

He stops, turns, and base on balls back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to reddish blue, who continues to cry silently with a affright apologetic look on her face at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's act to start to sense the pain and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my base overseas. She will live with me, where I will have arrant mastery and be able to find out out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell I've endured so far and the annoyance I feel getting worse, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one hold up look at Violet before I feel the familiar strike to the back of my straits with his gun.

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I awaken the next morning to the strait of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my oculus. I can barely propel. I look down my chest and see dried bloodline splashed over me. My slice wounds have begun to clot. I can still finger the burn Saint Mark on my human face, chest, sleeve, and venter. My entire consistency is sore ! I've lost all tactile sensation in my legs from being tied for nearly two days ! My weaponry are weak from being tied behind me as well. For a import, I'm disoriented as I look at my surroundings not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing amount of pain I'm in. The speech sound of cries, choking, and Clark's grunts and moan quickly wreak me back to realism ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where reddish blue is. The pile that's in front of me leaves me in horror ! I see purplish laying completely flat on her chest at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the boundary. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her animal foot were tied with roofy up in the air. Joe Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her throat ! He holds her capitulum while he thrusts his putz in and out of Violet's mouth with violent force ! Her face is completely red, covered in sweat, seed, and spit. Kenneth Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to escape his cargo hold to rest. Only when she starts to turn purple, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her lip. Violet has tears shedding down her face as she pleads for him to contain every clock time he takes his dick out of her mouth. She pleads and beg cough and gasping for air.

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

"Mark Clark, STOP !"

As infirm and exhausted as my body is, I have the military strength to shout again.

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

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

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

He grabs his channel board on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my mouth, taking away my ability to speak again.

"Now Luke, descend and look out as my wife and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my president and pulls me faithful to her succeeding to the bed.

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

Mark Wayne Clark grabs her feet, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuffs, revealing bruises on both her articulatio radiocarpea from the niggardliness of the traction. Joe Clark then picks up his underwear off the floor, and folds it into a Ball. He shoves the underwear into her sassing 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 cuffs and link both her handwriting 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 panty, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give 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 panty in my sass. With a smile on his face, he spits on his hand multiple times and rubs his peter.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over violet. It doesn't take a genius to know what's to hap next.

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

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

Clark oink 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 moment and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to make out around and relish my wife. But she let you fuck 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 jackpot, you know that ?"

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

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

Clark then takes his cock and positions it with violet's tight arse. Once his tip is in, William Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going balls deep !

reddish blue shrieking in sheer painfulness as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks Violet with such force, she bumps her heading against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to block out the vision of this incubus blossom forth before my eyes. I wish I could block out the phone of her cries and his grunts ! He sounds like a screw annoying animal. If only I could grab his gun right now and criticise his illumination out !

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

"OH SHIT ! HOLY red cent Gospel of Luke ! ! I just charge your buff's mother fucker apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Kenneth Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up adjacent to the bed.

reddish blue has her side to the pillow screeching in agony. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her organic structure around in irritation. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Clark's jizz with some blood.

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

With that, Kenneth Bancroft Clark comes forward and starts to grab my rap. He yanks it off and unzips my trouser. He pulls them down and my bagger as much as he can, revealing my cock which is completely backbreaking to my surprise. Having a mind of its own, my erection formed at the muckle of Violet's unrelenting ravishment. I felt ashamed and dirty.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handcuff from the bedpost. Clark grabs Violet by the hairsbreadth and yanks her forward to the side of meat of the bed where I'm veneer. She has bloodshot eyes and swollen-headed palpebra from all her crying. Her face is covered with tears and elbow grease. She looks at me weakly with no face on her expression. It's as if her person was already drained and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot rip start to form and overleap down my face. The tears burn my cheek making their way down my knife wounds and Nathan Birnbaum on my face.

"looking at your buff cunt ! ! You see this ? ? ? Saint Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a WHORE like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Clark continues to scream at reddish blue while she looks away. She's too imperfect to even cry.

"Look Luke ! flavour at your buff ! Look at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! wellspring, lets wake her up !"

William Clark grabs an opened bottleful of water on the nightstand. He grabs her grimace and opens her mouth. He pours H2O down her throat until she starts to choke and cough. He takes the remainder of the bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splash of piss helps revive my zip a little more.

He then starts to slap violet. Hard ! He slaps her font full force play with the front and back face of his mitt. He grabs her cervix and starts to choke her while roughly shaking her principal back and Forth.

At this full stop, Violet begins to scream and cry again.

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

I look away trying to ignore him. If I could untie myself right now, I would mutilate him. Without a doubtfulness.

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

"Gospel According to Luke you're obviously ruttish ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to fuck this kick together !"

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

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING part OF turd ! You're a fucking freak ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your sick game ! !"

William Clark just sighs and shakes his nous with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to cook this fun. sacrifice you a picayune 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 fuck this bitch with me."

Mark Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the mavin of that burning blade on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the brand and gash Violet's exposed breast with it. Hard ! I see blood flowing down her soundbox to the bedsheets. Violet covers her face with one deal as she sobs in bother. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my chest as I shout at Mark Wayne Clark to stop.

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

Joe 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 wear out your read/write head open."

violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her dead body press against mine due to my injuries. We both have a brief passionate here and now as we stare at each other face to face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and feels my stab wounds. We press our os frontale together and close our eyes. Our brief moment of repose is interrupted when Charles Joseph Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still tough, and aligns it for her with her pussy. He then grabs her articulatio humeri and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. violet lets out a warm painful pant as she closes her optic. split get to come down her brass again. I close my eyes in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now drive AWAY beef ! Ride his dick ! !"Clark commands.

violet slowly starts to prompt her body up and down my shaft. It kills me to acknowledge how serious it felt. Slowly she continues to ride me. Up and down. Clark stands and picket with a sickening look of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his peter while watching her screwing me.

After a few minute of arc of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Kenneth Bancroft Clark tells her to intermit.

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

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the flooring. Clark take hold of my chair and leans me backwards against the side of the bed. My amphetamine back and my brain lay against the bedside as the two front legs of the chair are up in the air. Charles Joseph 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 cock with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this party, so dear I'm going have to ask you to switch maw. Put Luke's rooster into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Kenneth Clark had a very calm note of part when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, reddish blue pulls my cock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

Fuck she's so tight ! Last metre I fucked her ass was during my last days of Spring Break ! Of row, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and overspread open her legs. He grabs his tool and shoves its entirety up her pussy.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can jiggle your pelvic girdle and fuck this bitch with me at the same time ! So you better do so or else I'm going to take this blade and substitute your dick with it and thrust it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my hips up and down, fucking reddish blue's ass. violet flinch in annoyance each time we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able to blame up the pace lilliputian by short. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this illegitimate gets off of me and violet. I try to flood my creative thinker with convinced retention I have had with violet so far. retentivity start to fare of when we first met. Memories of how she last second joined my friends and I in Mexico for spring Break. store of me and my best friend Jacob fucking her together on the beach. Memories of the random assemblage I had that Saame workweek. Memories of her sister Linda coming to townsfolk for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of course, memory of the night not so long ago we declared our dearest for each other. The weekend we spent together while her hubby was away on a fishing stumble.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the feeling in my paper bag of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my muscularity left in me. reddish blue moans in pain sensation while I continue to squeeze up and down. I feel terrible about it but I need to finish so I can get Clark off of me and her. Joe Clark starts to grunt like a waste fauna again as he tries to persist at my tread. No such circumstances. With my workforce tied behind me and my legs tied in strawman, my hips are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an sexual climax.

"nookie ! !"

I scream out loud.

violet's call of nuisance actually calms down a bit with a silent hint of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark know I've reached my climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up reddish blue off my hawkshaw, popping it out of her shit with my mettle dripping out of her. He tosses violet onto the bed like a rag dame and pulling my electric chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face up her.

"My act again to cum on this kick !"

Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair's-breadth and yanks it to deplumate her font to his rooster as he strokes himself with vivid force. reddish blue closes her eyes as he starts to howl. Kenneth Bancroft Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with hatful of ejaculate to her eye, nose, and mouth. This guy had an coming not too long ago and yet he spills monumental loads of semen onto her ! Kenneth Clark then takes his hand and rubs his mettle all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off pussy ! !"

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

With a aspect of satisfaction, Joe Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the manacle 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 other. Both of us ploughshare the same look of apology and regret.

"I'll let you two budgerygah spend some quality time together."

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

"I have some errands to run. You both just be on your best behavior."

Clark walks past tense us and then full point. He looks at me and smiling.

"Can't blank out this huh ?"

He reaches for violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my oral fissure gagging me once again.

"Just a little precaution to make sure you don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Now, take care of each former. If you behave, I'll bring you some water. You must be parched !"Clark winks at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

funny how this is the entirely meter I've ever seen him leave. Every other time, I've been knocked out frigidness.

I stare over at reddish blue. She looks at me with sadness and attempt to muffle an apology. She waves her head at me and nods in the direction of the door, her way of telling me to try and rid myself and get out of here.

I make an exertion at loosening up my deal but take in very picayune progress. Between the knife wounds, dehydration, and starvation, my body was just too fallible. My head was throbbing from the insistency of me shaking my body up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost positive I have another concussion from all the times I've been shooting iron whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my foremost one back a yoke week ago in the mall parking lot !

"St. Luke ... infant face at me."

I'm shocked to hear reddish blue talking ! She was able to spit out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so good-for-nothing. This is all my fault."

She takes deep breaths between each judgment of conviction as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of Energy Department as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"Babe ... .you need to fight. You need to fight down your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your life depends on it ! Go be with your family. Don't concern about me. I need you to find the strength and the courage to free yourself. I need you to last ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and putting to death 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 impart. I can't just bequeath her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her ass ? Regardless if I convince her to hail with me, we would deliver to run away. But lifespan would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down feather.

She takes her proper substructure and extends it to my face. She turns her foundation into a claw-like soma and grabs her panties that are lodged deep in my sassing. It takes her a few tries but she's able to pull them far back enough for me to skewer them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with split of relief.

"Talk to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eyes.

"reddish blue ... this man ... this monstrosity ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's grave ! A unbalance harum-scarum ! You deserve best ... .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 rest of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate grin as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to feel her touch and snog her. My Passion for her is sufficiency to render me the strength to draw in hard on the rophy behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in pain as the ropes loosen up their tight suitcase on me. The rophy burn and cut my skin as they begin to shoot. It takes me awhile for me to really untie up the ropes ! I'm finally able to force out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my properly arm and pull off the remainder of the forget me drug. My hands were unloose ! ! I reach over to the night base and grab the knife. I start to cut away at the duct magnetic tape that has bounded me for days ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my death chair and immediately fall over to my position. My ramification were too feeble from the loss of blood menses sitting in a chair tied up for daytime, having absolutely no movement !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the story for a few moments and then use whatever forcefulness I have left to reach up to the bed to use as backup to pick me up.

"I'm ok ... I just need a consequence to breathe."

I'm slowly able to regain my symmetry. I can't feel my legs at this point and my arms feel like jelly. I grab a shaping cup next to the boob tube and wee-wee my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap piss into the cup. I start to wassail up and hydrate. Word can not key out how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cupful of water supply, I pour a cup for Violet and make my way to her.

I pour the body of water down her mouth for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"Gospel of Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to suffer to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the cuffs with him ! Just know that it's not too tardy for you to escape and run away ! You have a wax life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll kill us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always hold dear the meter we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of awe and desperation in her eyes. I reach over and adjoin her fount. I lean my psyche into hers and for the first off time in what felt like an timelessness, we share a candy kiss. It's a deep passionate kiss, but it feels so unlike. It almost tone like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the tongue.

"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 slicing at the range of the handcuffs cutting as hard and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an 60 minutes, I was making little to no effort. The knife was already muffled after the hell that Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the force play of me trying it cut the alloy range of mountains in one-half. I eventually decide to give up and figure out another plan.

"This isn't going to mold. 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 door latch where one would sneak in the key to lock and unlock the handlock. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. On the other side of meat of the desk, I see Joe Clark's gun ! I grab it and take it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. Violet looks at me with concern.

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

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can happen ? reddish blue look at us ! This is Bad ! This entire situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can answer, we hear footsteps glide slope the room from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her oral fissure. I'm barely capable to do so, as I hear the door outset to unlock. I grab the remainders of the Mexican valium that tied me and place my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with violet's panties, the door swinging undefended. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my eyes 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 up !"

He slaps her hard against the side. Violet jolts up in surprise. Kenneth Clark then makes his way over to me with a feeding bottle of water. I see it coming but still act storm when he splashes me with cold water supply to the face.

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

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

Clark stops cold in his racetrack when he looks down at my foundation. I forgot about the epithelial duct tape !

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

My heart is pounding. I see him !

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

He screams at me and reaches for his sack tongue on the bed. That Saami knife that he has used to thresh about my cheek, arms, and chest. The insensate water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My vision starts to smear as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

I hear Violet screaming in the screen background. I look over to my side. There lies Charles Joseph Clark in a pocket billiards of rake. Dead. I feel the cold alloy of the gun in my hand. 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 find the familiar wiz of faint sweeping over me.

"St. 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 differentiate her everything is going to be OK. I try to move, but my trunk is paralyzed and I feel a needlelike nasty pain jolt from my neck up to the spinal column of my head. My header is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my shoemaker's last glance of Clark's corpse and Violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the space once my visual sense is completely gone.

"Yes how-do-you-do ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a affair of animation AND decease ! You need to send help right away ! !"

I hear the gens Jeff one more prison term as reddish blue's frantic voice on the speech sound disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a varan. I'm in a bed with an oxygen masquerade on my face, and a gang of tubes around me. I register by the nightie I'm wearing and the olfaction, that I'm in a hospital 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 doubtfulness, she quickly leaves my way and dance step outside the door. I hear her calling mortal over the headphone.

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

She comes back in to check up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

Truth be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no estimate where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to move my body around. I'm barely able to wiggle my workforce and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and realize I have no feeling in my legs and feet.

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

The nurse walks up to me and sweep my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh beloved ... .you just awoke from a comatoseness. It's natural that you won't have any feel in your trunk for some time. You're going to deliver to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and go on on with normal sprightliness activities."

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

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

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go determine my Doctor to give 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 doorway of my room. I look up to see a magniloquent Black man in a business organization suit with a briefcase.

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

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

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey baptistery. I'm an old admirer of Violet Taylor's. You've been in a comatoseness for five month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the last thing I could think was. All of a sudden, my mind heartbeat back to those net moments at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and violet's screams. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff right wing before I blacked out.

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

Jeffrey gives me an translate smile.

"George Lucas, I will break you an answer to all those necessary motion in due sentence. For now, you must proceed to mend. You lost a lot of bloodline that nighttime we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force injury to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a secure infirmary room in Washington DC, and that your family is ok and reddish blue is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my family is condom and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East coast on the opposite side of the res publica.

"Why is my house not here Mr. Font ?"

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

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

I take a oceanic abyss breathing time and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I set about ? Your family and violet are all safe. However, in parliamentary law for us to keep it that way, we had to chip in you a new alias. Me and a team of mass had to cook your death ... ..you don't need to care about the details. Just know that your kinsfolk believes that Lucas Grace Kelly Adam Smith ( my full name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

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

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most belike wouldn't. Kenneth Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the navy blue. He was function of an elite peculiar Ops squad that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of right now, his condition is just MIA. Me and my team of people were capable to properly throw out of his torso and clean up all the grounds of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If the great unwashed knew he was dead, you and your family would highly probable be at risk of revenge caused by any rogue military official. Especially if this case went to tag ! You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

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

"I know it's a lot to suffer right now. I'll give you some sentence to remember about all this. I'll crack up on you in a petty bit to give you 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 comatoseness ! ! I feel like I was gone for years ! zippo feels real anymore !

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