Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with retentive honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her tit, very expressive big blue middle that looked as if they were about to break open forth with teardrop, and measure I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, consummate ! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only take was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about xviii old age old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a Caucasian rumple blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few in above her articulatio genus, albumen knee air-sleeve, and whitened ballet-style skimmer flat tire. The female child had one leg pulled up under the early one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued line with her male comrade, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her swain went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a obscure alley in battlefront of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and wind and held a knife to her slender throat.

'' MMMUMMMFFF ... MMURMMPPHHHH ! ! ! ``, she whimpered into my hand as she struggled a bit.

'' Shut up little girl ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and cipher would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep quiet and put your hands behind your back. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her articulatio radiocarpea behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her war cry, securely bound her wrist joint together behind her back. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling vernal lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her interior. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an minute and could make out the swoon sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the passably blonde away. I drove around for a foresighted patch, so my victim would n't know where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote control wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's middle were wide with fright after having been in the proboscis for so long. I untied her ankle joint, kept her wrists tied and her luscious sass gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the torso. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would vote down her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonshine, I could see snag spill down her face and learn her whimpers. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the ground and ripped open her E. B. White mess up blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm knocker and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the cheek

'' Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to plunder you and fill you with my seed. I hope you 're on giving birth control. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her head, either to protest that she was about to get plunder or that she was n't on birth ascendence. I cut off her mini, sliding the tatterdemalion oddment down her trembling thigh, before ripping off her pantie. Completely naked, except for her white thigh high stockings and smuggled flatcar, the young char was incapacitated ... and all mine.

'' bedcover your ramification, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and Jockey shorts, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thigh clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's articulatio talocruralis apart between two tree diagram, making her even More helpless. I pulled off her gag.

'' Please ! Let me go ! ! ``, she sobbed.

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and daddy will never see or find out from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her human face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so start sucking ! ``

Having no option, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing shaft slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her school principal bobbed back and Forth, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her rima oris and slid my cock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my hard shaft up and down her wet slit, trying to bump her pussy. Damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a Virgin ? ``, I asked. The girlfriend nodded her oral sex 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously unswayed cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young organic structure. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to carry her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little girl. cipher knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to twist and squirm underneath me, in an exertion to get release even as I pumped my cock into her blotto young pussy.

Her fear was sum, with her rent slightly smearing her mascara and her centre wide with the horrifying realization that not only could I keep open her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could pour down her, or she could also wind up fraught. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my member went limp, still pumping my seed into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eye filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the young woman asked me to consume off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't shout. ``, I ordered. She agreed. `` How old are you ? '' I asked removingStacie 's gag.

`` I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my apparel ? I ca n't go place naked ! My parents would pop me. They 'd cogitate I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going house again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the recognition that her parents would never see her again.

`` W-W-What are you going to do with me now ? ``, she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled secretiveness again. I left her there tightly boundary, as I uncovered a hole five and a half feet long, three feet wide and four feet deep that I had dug a few Clarence Day ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope snare I had prepared and slung across a Tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the television camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the snare. Her optic widened and cries of despair sounded through the glade when she saw the shoal tomb I had prepared for her.

`` wellspring Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the hazard of you getting knocked up with my babe. So now ... I am going to crap sure that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could pick up the panicky girl 's stifle screams. She struggled for her lifespan, as I grabbed her long blonde hair, pulled her head back and maneuvered the thick noose over her head, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage pharynx with the knot on the in good order slope of her head. I settled her substructure on the can and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the glob of her fundament. Her straw hat flats slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the toilet and looked up into the terrorize, mascara-smeared eye of a au naturel and transgress untried girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could restrain you as my sex slave and force out you to feature my babe. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. murder ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced motherhood ? ''. Her centre downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her school principal. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the luggage compartment again. nonentity would ever see the trivial slovenly woman again. I 'll take in to keep an eye on the tidings for any reports concerning the piffling girl .