Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with farsighted honey-blonde tomentum that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big puritanic center that looked as if they were about to burst Forth River with teardrop, and measuring I would gauge to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, staring ! I saw her at a pizza join that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught bit of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white cockle blouse, denim mini that ended a few column inch above her knee joint, Edward D. White knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the former one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued argument with her male companion, something about him having roving center and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her young man 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 non-white bowling alley in front man of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her aroma just before I clamped my helping hand tightly over her sassing and intrude and held a tongue to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up picayune girl ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and nobody would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep quiet and put your helping hand behind your spinal column. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her carpus behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her rallying 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 quiver Young lady inside, where I bound her ankle to her wrist joint, shut the lid, and locked her interior. I went back to the eating house and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could arrive at out the faint sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long while, so my victim would n't make love 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 oculus were wide with fear after having been in the proboscis for so long. I untied her ankles, kept her wrists tied and her delicious sassing gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. As I walked her into the Moon, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would kill her and go out her physical structure in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears shed down her brass and try her whimper. perfective. I shoved Staci to the reason and ripped open her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her tumid, solid teat and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and fulfil you with my seed. I hope you 're on birth control. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with saturated terror and she shook her head, either to protest that she was about to get rape or that she was n't on birth control. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnant down her trembling thigh, before ripping off her pantie. Completely naked, except for her white thigh high stockings and dim flats, the young woman was incapacitated ... and all mine.

'' spreading your legs, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my gasp and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing phallus. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect crack and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two trees, making her even Sir Thomas More helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

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

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

Having no selection, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing tool slid into her hot, wet oral fissure and down her throat, choking her.

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

After a spell, I pulled out of her mouth and slew my tool, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sugariness spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her backtalk again and then began to rub my hard cock up and down her wet incision, trying to find her pussy. damn, she was pie-eyed !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untasted cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged oceanic abyss inside Stacie 's helpless and probably productive Whitney Moore Young Jr. dead body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so loaded ! You are all mine now, little girl. nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and wriggle underneath me, in an effort to get liberal even as I pumped my dick into her tight Edward Young pussy.

Her awe was total, with her tear slightly smearing her mascara and her heart astray with the frightful realization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could stamp out her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the sharpness and my pubic region exploded, flooding her young physical structure with my sperm.

She was crying as my phallus went limp, still pumping my semen into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the youthful woman asked me to take off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't call. ``, 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 clothes ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would toss off me. They 'd mean I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going base 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 muteness again. I left her there tightly bounce, as I uncovered a hole five and a half feet long, three feet broad and four base deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage assault victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the roach gin I had prepared and slung across a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the telecasting tv 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 noose. Her eyes widened and outcry of despair sounded through the clarification when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police force that you were raped. I also ca n't hire the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to pretend sure that no one ever sees you awake again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could find out the panicked missy 's muffled screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her retentive blonde tomentum, pulled her head back and maneuvered the midst noose over her foreland, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the correctly face of her capitulum. I settled her feet on the can and took up all the slackness in the noose so that she balanced on the orb of her animal foot. Her skimmer flat tire slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the throne and looked up into the panicked, mascara-smeared middle of a naked and violated youthful female child who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex striver and personnel you to take in my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. execution ? ''. She shook her head teacher 'No'.

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

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her psyche. I tied her feet together, pulled her down off the can, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the tree trunk again. cipher would ever see the piffling slut again. I 'll bear to keep an eye on the news for any write up concerning the short girl .