Lisa slumped, limp, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's idea swirled in an unconscious state.

( Warming up for a meet Lisa looked across the racecourse field. With the sun in her center she squinted to
see a man walking toward her. Tall, strong step she could produce out the uniform.
She started running. It had to be. But it couldn't, not for another two weeks.
Held in her Dad's hard munition she felt safe. She didn't want him to go back, not back
to that frightening stead. )

Man dat sume screwball shit. Laughed Lamont.
Did u hear her screaming.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum goodness fucking.
Yea lets fuck dat little slit. smasher her hard.

OH Shit man, look at dat. Is she suddenly ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the floor.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
DAT alright, we can fuck her anyway.
U queasy man, I not fuckin no unconscious bitch.
Man, fuck em whild they still warm.

NO, not me. Besides, I am hungryyyyyyyyyy. Why don't u gogit some sliders at da rook
Irish bull, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a XII, gots to get my vitality to hump. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA White Castle and a White Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 racetrack over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin assail fo that fiddling shit fo, Lamont.

The young brothers are jackin them. You know every one got ta starting line somewhere.
I buy them up to help oneself dem and then later when they movin on up to motorcar and shit they come
to me to incite dem.
Dats full business, it the Amercian way.


Lamont put Lisa on the couch and put a blanket over her.
She moans slightly but is still unconscious.

( Lisa loved the morning time Blue hour. As long as she could commend this was meter with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would lead
with the lean songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the lead and he
would postdate and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer, Fighting First, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for other girls )

15 minutes later Lamont gets a call from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat sliders and dropped off dat 8 racecourse.
Gon na bring my champion Jose with me.

Man u know I don't like dat guy, everytime he over here sumpthing walkway away like
an airtool cobbler's last time.
Lamont, u don't know dat, He's cool.
I don't trustfulness dat MF, got ta keep hold an eye on him.


Cool ! ! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking shifty fat ass greasy MFer.
Wonder why fuckin Cyrus likes him.
One ugly asshole, dat for shore.
Lamont looked over at Lisa, she 's not moved, still out. Hope……………..

( Lisa loved the morning bluing time of day. As long as she could commend this was meter with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snowfall, they would run. When she was young Dad would lead
with the running birdcall, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the lead and he
would follow and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for other fille )

Cyrus and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could smell the skidder as they walked in.
Jose was a wild looking MF. Red Bandanna, unkempt byssus, amber and missing teeth.
He was a fat fuck too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, nada to ruin a unspoiled meal like having to see at that asshole.
They sat at the table, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few sliders from Lamont's bag.

Fucking free dock worker MF thought Lamont. He can wolf down these sliders.
Fucking XII slipper would be nothing for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner party. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to make fewww.

What you have over hereee. Jose spotted Lisa on the couch.
Our entertainment.
She is passed out and we are waiting for here to come to, return her a trivial eternal sleep then… ...

So Swweeet. HMMMM.
OH shit thought Lamont. Now look at this. Fuck. Now he gon na freeload fucking our bitch.

Jose sat next to Lisa and sat her up side by side to him.
She sat limp, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his hands over Lisa tits.
He fondled her bosom, rubbed her pap. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her only reaction were some involuntary groans.

("You'r out “. yelled Lisa. She had just tagged her Dad. They were playing running foot in breast
with Wolfgang Pauli. Lisa watched as three black cable car pulled up. The driver of the mediate car got out and opened the back door. Lisa's dad walked over. Mr. D'Angelo, it is a pleasure to see you. They shook hands.
Marc, I wanted to state you how majestic everyone is of you. Thank you Sir.
This must be Lisa. You look so very much like your grandmother. Thank You, Sir.

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your grandma would be so proud.
After some belittled talk, Lisa's Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your family need, you let me know. Lisa is wonderful I hear effective things about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful Angel Falls. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

Jose spread her wooden leg and rubbed between her mound. He had his
middle finger rubbing her cunt. He rubbed and twisted her.
His script ran up and down Lisa's legs, he pushed a fingerbreadth inside her and then another
probing and prodding inside her.

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one disturbed shtup Man, she is fucking out frigid Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so odorous, so Edward Young.
His fingerbreadth kept pushing inside her.

Oh Lamont thissss pusssssy is so nice, reminds me of my niece.

My blood brother, heee came up and had to pull up stakes to work in the fields and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a cocksucker thought Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's weight bench. He took a wrist and
tied it with rope to the weight stand bar and then the other hand to the other side.
Jose grinning as he looked at the helpless unconscious teen on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the ankle to the weightiness bar up on the stand, pulling it up and encompassing and
then tied up the other. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back flat and legs up over her head.
Lisa's branch were tied wide, ass up in the air, kitty panoptic open, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his bloomers and straddled the workout bench. He ran his rough hands up and down the
Loretta Young thighs.

Lamont thesseee daughter esee a
sleeping BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO FUCK dormancy BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thighs with his strong hands and slither his cock along her pussy.
Ohhh, doe that feeellll good. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his cock slid cryptical inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as late as he could.
Her body stretched against the weight of his frightful rape.

Still not wake, Jose leaned even further forward and spitting in her face.
He slapped her kick expression, one way and then the other. Lisa moaned and awoke screaming.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Terrified she woke from her unconscious state.

She was tied to the exercise terrace looking up at this big, tough, entail looking fat screw, his rooster inside her.
His bearded look, amber tooth, whiskers and call on the carpet clothes were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his tool. Her arms and legs burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in gross terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thighs almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her tight and thrust deep inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO catch AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued