former : The Girl Scout-1 ; The Girl Scout-2 papa ; The Girl Scout -3 The tool Man

Please stop this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. point and I will do what you want.
You don't have to force me. Let me show what I can do. please PLEASE
AHHHHH Please delight ple..
Every part of Lisa's young stripling body ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tattered Girl Scout clothes
hung like tatter on her trunk. Lisa's young soundbox was bruised and scraped. There were cuts and sign of the zodiac of her horrendous abuse all over.

Her heart were rolling back in her brain. AHHHHHH. The terrible pain in her implements of war. The circle cut
deep into her wrist joint and ankles. The constant pounding she was taking was too much.
Delirium. The room was spinning. The shouting was fading. The pain was subsiding.
Her brain fell down and her body slumped.
Unconscious again she was escaping the awful attack.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The perfumed smell of her mother's cooking. flush crunching in the wintertime snow.
dude looking out the window at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was real again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the turncock was slamming into her. Deep interior. Pain was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The cold beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her question and shook her. Get back here. Another bottle of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid spirit of a dirty washroom.
The dark room. Terrible look. Driving painful sensation inside. Screaming racket. The cold on her face.

Every sense, muckle, listening, touch, feeling was being assaulted. Her judgment could not process
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouth.
Unable to withdraw Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not trade good enough for our little Edward White girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. Sweet mouthpiece. Sweet little pouty mouth.

hidrosis and grunting Bubba rammed his putz inside Lisa the little wop bitch.
Tied mitt and foot to a saw horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the tool man had shot her with a high powered staple gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden horse her consistence exposed, open for all to see, touch and use.

DAT it, fuck her Bubba. Pound dat snatch. jut her man.
The guys joked and laughed. Stupid niggling Bitch. Like that black cock.
Tyrone grabbed her hair looking her in the face. Gon na get sum of this side by side.

Tyrone gave Bubba a brother's hand waggle. Take a play Bro. Tyrone is Thomas More than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual brother.

Tyrone took Bubba's place, put his hands on her ass and teased her kitty with his peter. Then he rammed his putz inside the wretched white bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. DAT it, all the way in. He pushed in deep probing her bitch with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his brother Ty fucking the white teen. As they exchanged feel they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their firstly fourth dimension, not their first base rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin right. Just like the old days Bro.
Man dis feels near. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

fuck TAG team MF ass GANGBANG

Always a brotherlike competition Ty was banging the Bitch as hard as he could.
The guys wondered if the T. H. White Girl could engage it. Tag Team fuck by two big black hulks.

They picked up the chant.
TAG squad. TAG team. TAG squad. TAG TEAM.

I can't bandstand it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her hair while his brother fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na fuck u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
Fuck my Bro bitch.
I'll be back within u for u know it.
Useless trash, only safe fo sum good contraband cock fucking.

Tyrone held on to the white ass. He remembered mollie's ass. Nice and white-hot sweet southern ass.
It cut same butter with his hunting knife. commodity times not forgotten back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's arse he took his Rough dirty finger nails and dragged them as hard as he could get out off skin as he went.
Poor Lisa screamed as line streaked her once polish virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the cutis and blood on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the taste. He remembered the taste of molly's rip.
Oh what a day that was. You always remember your first base.

The once pristine missy talent scout was just a fucked up piece of Elwyn Brooks White rape meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the white cunt. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different populace then.
The crying, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
Molly was hot piece of white trash. She had smiled at Bubba as their itinerary crossed going family. In those Clarence Day if a white miss smiled at a black boy it meant one thing. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the untimely stead at the legal injury time.

Ty squeezed Lisa's ass as hard as he could. He held his cock inside her. The throbbing started as
filled her with his cum. OH Yea, AHHHHHHH

It was Bubba's turn again.
They were Tag team mob Banging.

He pushed his peter inside Lisa. He could palpate hs brothers cum inside her.
IM back, How dat find. Like me better. He would cum now and their fluids would mix inside her.
He was so strong. It felt so estimable. Everything was right as it should be.

Tag Team that Bitch. Brothers Gangbang. Fuck her Bubba. rock-and-roll dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had Molly tied up standing against a stall in the old barn. It was a hot day in the old South. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed real ripe. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southerly air. He just kept screwin her. Ty thought it was strange. He didn't feel sorry for her. He was just so hot waiting his turn.

He was almost afraid Bubba would kill Molly, he was fucking her so hard. But he realized the White person gripe Molly could select it. Then he heard her screaming. The beef was getting off being raped. Just a piece of southern bloodless trash. She howled for more.

To Be Continued