Twenty year old Kelly Carlquist stood at the bed of a mountain with her best friend and personal trainer Tom, ready for their hike up. Being an avid tramper, she had scaled the wad several times before, but this was the first time she would be assisted only by one former person with no guide.


Kelly and Tom met at the gym several month earlier. Tom, a flight simulator at the facility, was assigned to be her personal flight simulator. She was nervous at first base about having a man be that close to her but her cheek were quickly settled when she found out that he was gay.


Grace Patricia Kelly would not deliver been too opposed to a directly man working out so close to her though. Ever since early on in gamey school, Weary Willie was unknowingly acting like a cocktease. Even though she had only had sex a few times, from the outside you would remember that she was somewhat whorish. Whether it be her tight clothing or her jokingly flirtatious behavior towards both male child and girls, she put on a role that could not be farther from reality.


The two instantly became admirer and spent a lot of time together. They had been planning this hike for several weeks. The plans were for them to go over monument Day weekend but a death in Tom's phratry cancelled those architectural plan. It was now July 14 and they were ready to bulge their adventure.


The passion of the summertime was in full swing as the thermometers were pushing close to a hundred level while the clock passed noon. Tom and Kelly were drenched in sweat just minutes after exiting the car. Tom was dressed in a pair of albumen shorts and a blank t-shirt while Princess Grace of Monaco was in a white armored combat vehicle top and a suddenly yoke of black shorts. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, with several strand of fuzz stuck to her shimmering skin.


"Ready to go ?"she asked him after taking a crapulence out of her water bottle.


"Let's go !"he responded


Tom grabbed his small haversack filled with supplies while Kelly placed her water bottle in her buttocks pack and grabbed her bag full of food and water. They made their way on to the trail and started their journey to the top. After a few minutes, she stopped and emptied her water bottle onto her human face, trying to realize relief from the heat. Normally, she would get been embarrassed to have water clinging to her white tank top and revealing the Bikini top underneath her shirt but since Tom was gay, she made it a priority to turn around and jest as she shook her small breasts at him. He almost doubled over laughing before she turned around and kept going up the mountain.


It took respective hours ( and several nursing bottle of water ) before the two made it to the top and at their campsite. Both were holding their shirts in paw as the weather required them to remove them. They took several severance on the way to the top. Gene Kelly was never one to shoot time out during a foreign mission. Her goal was always to get to the finish as fast as possible while being the first somebody there. Getting to the top as fast as possible this time was not possible. She tried pushing herself but took her wellness into consideration and took her time.


It was around seven o'clock and the sun was starting to set in the distance when they arrived. Kelly pulled her shirt back on and sat down on the liquid dirt beneath her. She stared at Tom's sweaty, ripped frame and could not aid but lick her rim. She knew she could not have him and that only made him sexier to her.


"Hungry ?"he asked her as he pulled sandwiches out of his bag.


She nodded and he tossed one to her. They quickly ate before relaxing for the first time all day. They kept their center up at the wiz, watching them get brighter and brighter. She would occasionally look down at him while he was not looking and vice versa.


When Tom looked at her, he noticed her rubbing her shoulder and slightly grimacing. He got up and moved over and sat down behind her.


"Your shoulder hurt ?"he asked as he placed his strong paw on her.


"It's a little sore from the workout yesterday,"she said while he started lightly massaged it."That feel nice ; you're expectant with your hands."


"I get that a lot,"he said.


"I bet you make a lot of guys felicitous with them,"she laughed.


"If only you knew,"he said with a chuckle.


Tom continued rubbing the youth cleaning lady's shoulders as she stared up at the sky. The annoyance in her arm was gone but the massage she was getting felt beyond amazing and she did not have the desire to stop him. Once his hands finally got tire out, he stopped and went back to his archetype spot.


"So, are you seeing anyone yet ?"Tom asked her.


"No not yet,"she responded."All the Guy in town are dork. Too bad I can't find a straightaway rendering of you, I'd be so happy. So how about you ? Any new guys in your biography ?"


"Still looking sweetie. I've had a couple one-nighters but nothing dangerous,"he said.


"You'll find the right someone soon,"she said as she took a boozing from her water system bottle.


"I think I just might, I've got a notion it will be sooner rather than later,"he said with a smile.


They kept making small talk of the town for another hour before Princess Grace of Monaco started going through one of the travelling bag and pulled out a change of clothes. She pulled her shirt back off and started undoing her bikini top while Tom watched on. She stopped and held onto her breasts.


"Are my boobs getting smaller or is it just me ?"she asked.


Tom stood up and walked over to her, grabbed onto and lightly squeezed them. She giggled as his hands softly manipulated her chest.


"Seem mulct to me,"he said with a smile.


Kelly started to grab for her former shirt but his hand remained get the picture onto her chest, his bag getting tighter. She tried to push him off but he held on.


"For a gay guy, you really like feeling my boobs don't you ?"she asked as the smile on his face went away."Ok really, let me go so I can get dressed."Still, he held on tight."Tom, what is wrong with you ?"


"Why should I let go ?"he asked her.


"You're hurting me and you're gay, you shouldn't be grabbing me like this,"she said as he released one helping hand from her chest and put it on her shoulder.


"You honestly still think I'm gay ? Are you truly that stupid ?"he said as he pulled her close and stuck his clapper down his confused friend's throat.


Kelly broke the candy kiss and slapped him across the facial expression."Stupid ! ? You pretended to be gay and you're calling me stupid person ! ? Why have you been lying to me you bastard ! ?"she yelled as she pulled her shirt on.


"Why else would anyone want to be close to you ? I wanted to get a piece of your sweet ass and back in schooling, you wouldn't hand me a second look !"he yelled as she looked confused.


"I didn't go to schooltime with a Tom Jamison….who the hell are you ?"she yelled.


"Jake Thomas-Patterson, your science mate in newcomer year…you know, the one you called an ass hole when I spilled a beaker of water on your lap,"he said as she gasped.


"That was you ?"she asked.


"Yes, you screamed out ass trap and everyone in that socio-economic class proceeded to bid me that like it was my epithet all class. I hated you so much, I wanted cipher more than than retaliation,"he explained.


"Your revenge was making out with guy cable in front of me ?"she asked, still confused.


"Necessary sacrifices. It was all character of the programme to get to this point,"he said as he slowly walked towards her.


"Tom…Jake…whoever you are, we can form this out,"she said as she backed up and tripped on a stone, falling to the footing.


Tom stood over her with anger in his heart. Kelly picked up a handful of dirt and threw it in his eyes before getting up and running away from him. She looked back to see that he was following her and closing up in a hurry. When he was close, she made a sudden tour that threw him off for a 2nd. She picked up a big sway and threw it towards his face. Unfortunately for her, she missed and only infuriated him further.


Grace Kelly kept making heavy turns in an effort to throw him off her trial run but he was too focused to screw up. The veneration that ran through her was its virtually intense. She saw a darkness cave up ahead and headed into it. On the asset side, he could not see his own nose in the darkness. The bad news…neither could she.


Tom slowed down and suddenly stepped on something soft. He pulled his cell telephone set out of his pouch and lit the sphere up. He aimed it down and saw Grace Kelly lying unconscious mind on the ground with a giant bruise on her forehead. He looked up and saw that she smacked her head on a bulwark of rock. He put his phone down and grabbed her by the pilus, dragging her out into the moony region. He looked around and saw that, with all the turns they made, they were only a few century feet from their campsite.


Tom walked back and retrieved his bag of"supplying ”. In reality, it was Sir Thomas More of a anguish shift. Inside were ropes, lanterns, a lighter, a hunting tongue, a humble shovel and a pair of brass knuckles. He brought them all back to the cave and lit the two lanterns. He dragged her limp body back into the now-lit cave and used the ropes to tie her hands and feet behind her.


He left to go back to the bivouac and came back with the bag of food and water supply. He took out a bottle of water and poured it onto her, trying to waken her. She slowly came too and shook her drumhead hard. She tried moving but realized that she was bound tightly. Tom pressed his canary to the side of her face and stepped on her hard. When he let go, she screamed for help.


"howler all you want Kelly, no one can get word you. You seem smart enough to get it on that…I guess I was wrong,"he said with a laugh.


"Let me go now you bastard or you're gon na pay !"she screamed.


Tom knelt down next to her and ran his finger through her pilus."How am I going to pay you dull cunt ?"


She gasped as the endure watchword left his lip. Never before had Kelly Carlquist been called a snatch and she did not like it one bit.


"What did you fucking promise me ! ?"she yelled as she squirmed around on the ground.


Tom stepped back and kicked her hard across the belly which caused her to screech in pain.


"How about you shut up now !"he yelled."You are going to get what you have coming to you."


"I didn't do a damn thing ! It's not my fault you couldn't grip being called an shit !"she continued trying to break down resign before he spit on her face.


"You did do many bedamn things. You are zero but a flirtatious little bitch that needs a goodness educational activity to,"he said.


"Flirtatious ? I don't vamp with anyone !"she screamed.


"So when you wear those tight shirts at the gym with no bra underneath, that's not flirting ? When you pretend to piss out with your girlfriends at the bar, that's not flirtatious ?"


"I joke around with my friends and it's more comfy without a bra on. Besides, it's usually just me and you and I thought you were gay,"she said.


"You thought wrong,"he said as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head teacher up."If only you knew how much cum I've snap just thinking about you."


"You're a disgusting small-arm of shite,"she said as she spit at him.


Tom dropped her chief and she slammed down to the ground, letting out a whimper as she hit. She closed her eyes as the pain of her first head injury intensified. When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom's boxers down at his foot. She looked up and saw his monumental eight inch cock in his hand. Not having been with many men in her life, Eugene Curran Kelly had never seen a penis that big before.


"Please Tom, just let me go. I promise I'll forget about all of this…please, for me ?"she asked as he laughed.


"young lady goody two-shoes not telling on me ? Fat fucking luck. I'm not buy your Irish bull Kelly,"he said as he aimed his cock at her."The look of your sweat is really starting to relieve oneself me off…you need a good cleaning before I take what's truly mine."


Princess Grace of Monaco was confused as to what he meant until she saw and felt a warm, halcyon flow catamenia onto her sweaty body. She gagged and choked as his putrid piddle rained down her from principal to toe. She made sure to hold her mouth and eyes closed so she did not accidentally catch any. When he was done, she opened up and almost vomited at the spirit coming from her.


"You sick nookie,"she said.


"You have a big fucking mouth you know that,"he said as he grabbed her by the whisker and set her up on her knees."clear your mouth ; it's time to close you up."


"I don't suck dick,"she said sternly.


"You do now, so open up,"he said as he pressed his dick against her cheek.


"And if I don't ?"she said with her teeth clenched.


"I'll punch you in the oral fissure until it opens,"he said as he balled his clenched fist up and held it in front of her eyes.


The scared brunette kept her mouthpiece closed and looked up at him with a smile, almost daring him to do it. She tried to call his four flush but quickly learned that he was not bluffing. One cadaver guess to her jaw caused her to shriek out in pain. Before she could gain her composure decent to fold her mouth again, his blockheaded member was half way down her throat. She could see the lineage from her sass dripping onto his balls as they slammed hard against her chin.


Kelly was in fill in hell. She never had sucked a pecker before in her life and as a affair of fact, thought it was the most wicked affair a girl could do. Now she had one in her back talk ; her throbbing-in-pain, bleeding sassing, against her will. She tried to fight him but with her limbs tied up, she could do nothing but experience his with child dick slide in and out of her throat. She choked and gagged with each push and swore she would pass out soon.


Tom was only getting more sex as the sound of his member sloshing around inside her tight throat sounded like it was being played on a stereophonic system organisation. It was a tranquility night in the cave and the reverberation her muffled cries only made him happier. He pulled out of her throat for a few seconds and wiped the monolithic measure of slobber on his stopcock onto her sweaty os frontale. She begged for him to break off but he quickly reinserted himself into her and keep on look fucking her.


For several proceedings, Gene Kelly could do cipher but take the ill-usage in her mouth. She felt as disgusting as possible just by having his cock in her presence, let alone down her throat. She silently prayed that it would end soon and she could just go home and try to draw a blank it. Suddenly, Tom pulled out of her and she started catching her breath again. She kept her eyes closed and was unaware of him jerking off furiously just in from her face.


Grace Patricia Kelly's eyes shot assailable when she felt something thick and hot Din Land on her skin. The next blastoff of cum hit her right in the eye and she screamed in pain. She hung her head low crying as to a greater extent and more cum hit her now-not-so-pure face. When the live on drop fell, he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it as a rag to clean any leftover cum from his dick.


The new charwoman felt like she was going to be sick as she looked down and saw sticky Andrew D. White globs fall from her cheek onto the ground below. She remained in billet even when Tom walked out of the cave. In her creative thinker, she was going to hell just for allowing him to do this to her. She closed her eyes again and cried for several minutes.


Tom reentered the cave and saw her sobbing to herself. He approached her with a stick he found outside and whipped her across the face with it. When she looked at him, he had the knife in his other hand. She was terrified that he was going to use it to murder her. He grabbed her shirt and cut it off of her body. Next off were the shorts and her black panties until she was completely naked in strawman of him. He pulled his own shirt off and tackled her to the undercoat. He held the knife to the rophy at her ft, cutting it away from her. He held the tongue to her throat when it looked like she would give up him.


"I dare you to kick me,"he said in a threatening tone."I swear you will regret it if you do.


He placed the knife down and started rubbing her smooth-shaven pussy hard. She could feel but could not see that he had something around his hand. She fought him as she felt her clit being rubbed by the dusty object. She kicked him in the leg several time. He swung his hired hand back and punched her heavily in the kidneys. He held his hand in front of her eyes and showed her the pair of brass knuckles he was wearing.


Kelly was in more severe pain from the kidney jibe than the concussion. His rough hired man continued attacking her innocent slit. She felt like he was going to rub her lips clear off of her body. This all resulted in the thing that defeated her most…dampness. She felt a warm, wet feeling seeping out of her crotch and onto her aggressor's script. With all that has happened so far, this was most sticky of them all.


"Please fucking layover, Tom,"she begged.


Tom responded to her plea with another biff, this meter in her stomach. She cried hysterically once again. As she squirmed in pain, she felt his pecker beginning to press against her first step.


"I've waited too damn long for this,"he said.


She was in too much pain to even comment when he shoved his entire member into her dampish pussycat. When she finally realized what was happening, she slapped his back several time and screamed ‘ no'repeatedly.


He lifted himself up and took full command of her physical structure by grabbing onto her wait and squeezing her injure kidney as he thrusted hard in. parting of her wished that she would just die to ward off the torment she was suffering. She continued trying to recoil him off as the audio of his balls slapping her prick became More and more audible.


Tom, getting frustrated by her boot, punched her again with the brass knuckles ; this time in her sore shoulder joint. He punched her repeatedly, harder with each blow. When he finally stopped, he put his hand down on her clit and viciously rubbed it. He already hurt her physically and now wanted to excruciate her psychologically by making her climax during the rape. She hated how intensely pleasured her clit was causing her to be. She fought with every snow leopard of durability to keep an climax from happening but ultimately failed.


"Motherfucker !"she yelled through tears as her vaginal wall cramped up and released a massive climax around his monster if a cock.


Grace Patricia Kelly's body fully betrayed her as she came violently. Enjoying her overrefinement, Tom hit her with another kidney shot as her body shook. Once her high came down, he pulled his shaft out and rubbed it against her throbbing clit. He smacked it a few prison term before placing it back in and going back to roughly fucking her.


Tom grabbed her left leg and held it up straight to give him some more access code. He placed his hand on her ankle joint and forced the leg down at a very uncomfortable angle. With each thrust into her swollen pussy, he pushed it farther down until it was pinned near her head. His specialty was too much for her to overcome, but she still fought. She used her former leg to kick at him while he laughed.


"You don't pass on up do you ? For that, it's metre for something a lot more painful than a kidney punch."


He pulled his penis out of her pussy, balled up his fist and tried forcing it into her soaking wet gob. She trashed and squirmed as his fist slowly worked its way up her slit. It took a lot of effort but after a few minutes, Tom fit his entire clenched fist into his ally's beaten down cunt.


He slowly moved it around as her mouth stayed wide undetermined, gasping in pain every second. Luckily for her, he did not keep it in for long and roughly pulled it out. She screamed when she heard and felt the air in her crotch pop once he released himself.


Tom roughly flipped her over and pressed his cock against the finale unexpended hole that had yet to encroach upon. Even with all of the torture she had suffered, Princess Grace of Monaco still had enough long suit to fight as his wet cock pressed against her Virgin asshole.


"Only one place left,"he happily said as he inched his way in.


"No !"she screamed as her hole stretched farther than nature had intended.


It took some work and some extra spitting but Tom eventually got all eight inches into her minor initiative. She felt like she would fleet out from the pain throughout her totally body, the most of which coming from her bastard as he quickly thrusted in and out.


Weary Willie was rolled onto her breadbasket and had Tom's integral weight slamming down into her ass. She buried her expression in the dirt below and screamed out every expletive she knew. She did not know what she was trying to accomplish by doing this but she felt it necessary. The lonesome thing it did was get Tom more excited, which technically is a good thing ( the more agitate, the quicker it ends ).


Tom reached out and picked the joint back up and started whipping her in the back with it as he fucked her. She screamed flaming murder as each whip tore apart the utter skin of her cover. Each strike either left a fall guy or broke the skin. He continued whipping her for several minutes after each third thrust into her. Her back looked like it had been used as a cutting display board by the time he was fix to finish.


He pulled out of her ass and flipped her back over. She screamed as the wounds on her back came in contact with the ground. He crawled onto is thorax and forced his stopcock back down her throat. It only took a few seconds before he unloaded a larger amount of cum than last meter directly down her pharynx. Her centre went panoptic and she squirmed around as her ability to take a breath was taken away again. He held himself still until the very in conclusion drop-off fell into her stomach.


Tom pulled out of her and stood above his victim. He laughed as she coughed and gasped for air beneath him. Before she could pucker herself, he grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her animal foot. He lightly slapped her cheek before turning her around and throwing her into the very paries that knocked her out earlier and knocked her out once again.


While she lay knocked out once again, Tom grabbed the small shovel and started digging a large hole in the grime. About an hour later, with Gene Kelly still knocked out ; he dragged her into the yap and started filling it again. She awoke just as the last bit of dirt landed next to her chin. minus her head, her integral body had been buried underneath the dirt.


"What the…"she said as she fully became aware of the situation.


"Look who woke up,"Tom said as he held a bottle of honey in his hand.


He squeezed the nursing bottle and covered her entire head in the cherubic ambrosia. He softly rubbed the beloved around until her all pass was covered.


"What are you doing ?"she softly asked.


"Did you know that honey can draw many things ?"he said, ignoring her question.


"Tom ?"she asked, starting to get skittish again.


"One of the things they attract is fire emmet, who are present on this flock,"he said, circling around her head.


"Please break joking around"she begged.


"Fire ants are no antic. Did you know that they are poisonous ? And that a horde of them could easily stamp out a human being,"he started to laugh.


"Tom, you can't do this,"she said as reality set in.


Tom gathered his wearing apparel and started walking out of the cave. He looked back at the sad cleaning lady in the ground.


"Too bad it has to end this way Kelly…I'll severalize your mother that you love her…because you sure as hell on earth won't be able to."


Emmett Kelly could hear Tom gag uncontrollably as the sound of his voice faded. She was powerless now ; her life was in the hands of lot. She cried herself to sleep and had a nice peaceful dream. While she was asleep, her destiny was decided. When she awoke, she learned of the decision .