The Girl Talent Scout - 3 The Peter Man


Extreme, Interracial, Teen
Lisa the poor short kidnapped miss spotter stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her arm behind her rachis. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her guide uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The daughter guide -1
The Gril talent scout -2 papa


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her sassing or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her first fuck.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her offset climax. Now she waited, helpless at the total mercy of her captors. Her brain raced.
What would they do next ? What would happen ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not home. What would they do with her. Would they birth sex with her again ?

She felt so many infliction but Thomas More than anything her berm ached. Every bowel movement pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered contusion and cold shoulder, not dangerous but all atrocious. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The climate of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of course, the mountain of the helpless
piece of white core strung up before their heart. There was a driving lecherousness. A lust to fuck this T. H. White girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lustfulness, hate, desire.

Whirling through all the men were thoughts of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. screwing a young white Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smiles. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, flavor so good.
He relived the import talkin how good she was, how good it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be side by side. An old husky fateful man his cheek showed the
the backbreaking life of his many years. His face was pock marked and his script harsh and calloused from
years of hard work.

Lisa could feel his manpower on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused finger probed her. His finger pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could feel his nails and his rough pelt. The she could palpate two digit and then a third.

NONO Don't Stop

His fingers twisted round and round. Then he fucked her with his three finger's breadth brutally penetrating
her. In and out his fingerbreadth moved, stopping only to stroke her clit. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one confection slit, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his hired hand, smeared his digit on her nerve and then hold fast his finger's breadth in Lisa's mouth.
Taste it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no selection but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and pussy succus from his hand.

Now little girl, I got something special for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all variety of creature. This hear is a power staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a magazine
of raw material they use for pallets, extra longs the call them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you sick. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a basic into an nearby board. BAM BAM
Yu gon na be next. NO NO You are Crazy.

clunk ! Lisa hit the reason when the cable holding her up in the air released.
egg laying on the earth she felt the blink of an eye easing on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to crawl away. A poor useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked bitch was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba puff over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

implements of war grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the wooden leg on one English. Her ramification were spread along the side of the wooden leg of the horse.
sugariness. ass flavour at dat hoot. ready fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so incapacitated. Her wrists were tied to the saw horse peg
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top control panel, her breasts spread on either side.
The gang watched in anticipation as the prick man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the creature terrace sobbing waiting.

Yu gon na git it now, dat tool man some mean shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The power stapler Bubba had could shoot staples a good length. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the minuscule bitch Lisa's ass. He shot a staple fiber and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two staples lodged in the beef ass. Small blood lead and pocket-sized bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. Staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass meat twitched, muscular tissue's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A tenuous audio and she jumped.

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass meat quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The basic were lodged deeply.
Good bite to dem MF's. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more staples slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple fibre dat ass, DAT it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough hands pulling her toward him as he thrust inscrutable inside her.

DATS I MAN. work IT piece of work IT
Fuck her hard man. fucking dat white tinker's damn man.



To Be Continued
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