THE followers STORY IS fabrication. THIS account CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND disruption THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My forefront hurts all over again. This prison term it's a sharp pain in the binding of my head. I try to open my center, but they're medium to the smartness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE concern that's pounding my head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my flak at the mall all over again !

I try my best to get up. I struggle in the process of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my ft, as they are both duct taped to a professorship. I can barely act them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with forget me drug on the wooden chairperson I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to joggle myself free from the tape and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a corner. I see a figure stand before me. My vision is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Mark Wayne Clark staring at me with a twisted smile on his face.

"We meet again Gospel of Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my rima oris to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of metal he has in his hired man. It's a gun ! !

Kenneth Bancroft Clark sees me making eye impinging with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry ... I'm not going to kill you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Clark stair to the side and allows me to expect forward to the bed where violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her incline facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cut of meat and bruises. Her shuffling up is smeared from her crying. She wears ripped up yoga knickers and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the night we had sex when I first got domicile for the summertime ! How stupid it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being consequences to sleeping with a married woman. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can save getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your wife as hostages in a shit motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Mark Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his bridge player.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them sleep together you're just fine. I took the impropriety of unlocking your speech sound while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

And just to produce indisputable that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to recognise each early ... I'm going to ask for you to call your don and explain why you'll be out of Town for a few days ... more or less."

My eyes widen in disbelief audience this. A few days as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psychotic ? ?

"You're a PSYCHO ! You can eat shit if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Mark Wayne Clark with a confident rise of anger coming out.

Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the drum of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me paraphrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to forebode ... .I'm tattle you to call in ! And you best profound convincing that you're ok and not in any variety of peril ! Believe me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to channelise his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pouch. He quickly walks around the back of the professorship to postulate my pollex to unlock my sound with the Touch ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to nurse the gun at me.

"Hello ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is good. Sorry for not staying in spot. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some booster we made in Mexico during Spring Break."

There's a hanker pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't reference anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no skillful ?"

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a last mo affair ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to last minute because Greg won't be available the rest of the month because of his job ...."

Another foresightful pause from my dad.

"fountainhead ... I would really appreciate open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. sexual love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with Violet and her psycho husband for the next few daylight ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be capital having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must give birth had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of bastard ... having the ‘ time of your life history'all throughout high-pitched school and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to shin in my chair trying to free myself again.

"CLARK ! YOU SICK fucking ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face changes to his typical stern reflexion as he takes his gun and whacks me arduous in the head. Everything goes nighttime ... ...

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I start to regain my cognisance again. My visual sense is clear this clip but my head feeling like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my English and outset to disgorgement. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my brains out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of hangover ever ! As I try to recover my breathe, I begin to smell out the air in the way. I smell the aroma of bacon and maple syrup, and my impudent vomit of course. I look to the corner and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the way. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a large tray. He sits down eating pancakes with ball and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Gospel of Luke ! Rise and Shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and come grab a crustal plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last part. He's completely right though ... .I'm starving and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see Violet. She's wide awake and is sitting upward with her back to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of water supply in his hand.

"Where are my manners Gospel of Luke ? You MUST be thirsty ! Here ... have a sip."

Mark Wayne Clark takes the bottle and plunge some body of water on my face. He chuckles as he makes his way over to reddish blue and does the Sami.

"My beautiful wife must be thirsty too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the inside with rage ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"assistant ! person, ANYBODY assistant ! ! ! ! WE ARE BEING HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my sentence as Charles Joseph Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so toilsome, I bit my tongue and immediately started to smack blood.

"SHUT UP ! STOP YELLING ! You scream one more meter, and you're going to check me beat my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can get a line Violet starting to weep louder in the background as Mark Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some reply Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to piss me off with your agitation and questions. So ... .let us begin."

Charles Joseph Clark pulls another electric chair and sits across grimace to aspect with me.

"Gospel According to Luke ... I told you to stay far away from violet for your rubber ... but here's the catch : SHE is the cause why we are all here spending some caliber clock time together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye physical contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk of the town to me, and does NOT realise an crusade to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of fury, I rough her up a bit demanding to hump if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? reddish blue ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spitting on my face and screams to me how she's in dearest with you ... and how she can't STAND THE plenty OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the looking at of wrath and trauma on Clark's face. I look to Violet as she's bawling her centre out. My head is racing with millions of intellection and regrets. I am flooded with a waving of guilt as I stare at Kenneth Bancroft Clark. His side is flashing red but I can see weeping forming in his eyes.

"Gospel of Luke ... I've been away overseas for a really prospicient sentence ... the solitary communication with my wife is via phone and video chat. My whole marriage and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my crime syndicate for this country. It's been an honour doing so but has NEVER been soft for me being away for months at a time from my family unit. I've missed many important holiday, natal day, graduations, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my family ... and being away from my lovely wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the last TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from work and adjudicate to fall home and storm my wife ... ..and spend some quality meter with her for as long as I can. And suppose what I come rest home to ? An affair, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his anger and anguish out at me, I sit with my head down to the level, soaking it all in. I know this is all my fault. He continues on.

"Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very little time I've known you. You are to blame for wrecking my marriage and taking away the love life of my life."

Clark gets up and walkway to the desk. He picks up an object and makes his way over to Violet on the bed.

She stares at Clark while she tries to capture her breath from all the war cry.

"So dear ... Luke is the dear of your aliveness huh ?"He takes the aim and holds it upright piano in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a pocket knife with a large, sharp blade.

He then pulls out a small torch from a bag he has on the desk and romp with the electric switch, exposing the flaming. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered plenty dear. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's time I shed some of that pain and suffering ... .and parcel it with the love of your life."

My heart hits the terra firma in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to finger his pain. I'm guessing it involves his tongue and lighter.

I hear Violet start to outcry, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Mark Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to still her down as she starts to wail.

"Violet ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Charles Joseph Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so for sure you will be, but it's a cute thought."

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in manus. I start to die down.

"Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't tell ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the quietus of my summer away from home and not come back ! ! ! believe about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a look of dislike as he ignores me. I can smell the heat of the blade as he continues to dismiss it up. reddish blue shakes the bed as she tries to disengage herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to block up with her gag on.

Clark then shows me the leaf blade of his tongue. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can hear it sizzling.

"So character of my work in the military St. Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One affair me and my squad overseas do are enquiry. We interrogate those that hold onto entropy of our foeman. We're good at squeezing the verity out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a appeal. It's my favorite ! By the time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how loyal hoi polloi weep like piddling pussy and cave in giving us the selective information we need."

This is it God ... just make this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it quick. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to do."reddish blue my dear ... watch as I make the TRUE passion of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and screen my mouth as a gag. I try to squall for him to stop over but my words come out muffled.

Clark takes the knife and presses it against my boldness. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain sensation as he takes the leaf blade off and presses it against my other cheek.

I can barely hear Violet as she hysterically begs for him to quit. William Clark then takes the brand and begins to constitute tardily but precise section down my face. I can feel the blood trickle down running down my face as the pain stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the burns and the slice wound. Clark is still not done ! He takes the tongue, grabbing my shirt. In one speedy motion, he cuts down the midsection, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice up my pectus with the steel slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning sensation was enough to make me feel faint. I start to fall back consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my skin. Clark slices me up with the blade, drawing lines down my chest and my weapon system.

I can still learn the faint shout of Violet as Charles Joseph Clark continues to press the electrocution hot brand on my soma and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU dearest HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is St. Luke THE lovemaking OF YOUR biography ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Joe Clark stops.

sightedness how weak I am, he yanks off the taping from my sass. I have little to no energy left inside me to talk. Much less thigh-slapper for help.

"So Luke, is this gripe worth the hurting and suffering you're starting to palpate ? That's rightfield, I said starting ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to sense the EXACT amount of pain you've caused me ... ..this right here is just child's play."

I look up at Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grinning on his brass.

With all the energy left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the blinking saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun Gospel of Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able-bodied to let out a few news slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... hold back my rima oris shut !"

He stops, turns, and walking back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to keep open quiet."

He looks to Violet, who continues to cry silently with a scared excusatory flavour on her face at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to start to feel the pain and excruciation we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and reddish blue are going back to my infrastructure overseas. She will live on with me, where I will have dispatch control and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the perdition I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting big, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last face at Violet before I feel the familiar strike to the back of my heading with his gun.

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I awaken the next dawning to the strait of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my optic. I can barely affect. I look down my chest and see dried profligate splashed over me. My fade wounds have begun to clot. I can still sense the burn Deutschmark on my typeface, breast, arms, and abdomen. My stallion body is sore ! I've lost all tone in my legs from being tied for nearly two day ! My munition are weak from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my environment not knowing where I am, only feeling the astound amount of pain I'm in. The sounds of shout, choking, and Joe Clark's oink and moans quickly land me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where reddish blue is. The sight that's in front of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely flavorless on her chest at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her fundament were tied with Mexican valium up in the air. Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his peter up and down her throat ! He holds her fountainhead while he thrusts his shaft in and out of reddish blue's mouth with violent force ! Her face is completely red, covered in effort, semen, and spit. Kenneth Bancroft Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and choke, trying to hightail it his hold to respire. Only when she starts to turn purple, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her mouth. violet has tears shedding down her expression as she pleads for him to turn back every clock time he takes his dick out of her sassing. She pleads and solicit coughing and gasping for air.

"William Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to kick the bucket out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to thrust in and out at a rapid pace ! The audio of his grunts and her choking and gagging drives me insane !

"William Clark, STOP !"

As weak and exhausted as my body is, I have the military capability to shout again.

Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh Saint Luke ! Glad to finally see you're awake ! C'mon, the party is just getting started ... I think you're going to care it !"

Kenneth Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His torso and massive, and covered with tattoos. His putz is almost doubly my size and almost look like another muscle as it's midst and veiny !

He grabs his duct table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my mouth, taking away my ability to speak again.

"Now Gospel According to Luke, come and watch as my married woman and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and pulls me closer to her next to the bed.

I look at violet as she lays flatcar, her apparel ripped up even more. She doesn't look at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Clark grabs her ft, taking off the rophy that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handlock, revealing bruise on both her carpus from the parsimony of the grip. Clark then picks up his underwear off the level, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underclothes into her mouth gagging her up. violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Mark Clark grabs the cuffs and ties both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her stage and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga pants. Joe Clark then violently yanks off her pantie, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape on my facial expression, and replaces it with her ripped panty in my mouth. With a smile on his side, he spits on his bridge player multiple time and rubs his pecker.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over Violet. It doesn't take a genius to know what's to happen next.

I hear Violet start to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty finger's breadth and violently thrusts them into her bastard.

I can barely induce out the words she cries out but hear a"please end"amongst other countersign with her cries.

Mark Wayne Clark grunts as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far deep into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"Gospel According to Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to screw around and bask my wife. But she let you fuck her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for YEARS to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the pot, you know that ?"

I try to just ignore him as I know I'm too weak to even try and fight what he's going to do.

"I need you to really focus now. Here's where the fun really starts to kick in !"

Mark Wayne Clark then takes his shaft and place it with reddish blue's tight SOB. Once his tip is in, William Clark rams the respite of this meaty peter all the way into her going formal deep !

Violet screams in sheer pain as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks violet with such force, she bumps her head against the bedpost each clock time he thrust into her. I close my oculus trying to block out the imagination of this nightmare unfold before my eyes. I wish I could freeze out the audio of her cries and his grunts ! He sounds like a piece of ass annoying animal. If only I could grab his gun right now and knock his lights out !

As Clark continues to sodomize his wife for what tone like an ETERNITY, I finally hear him howl ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH SHIT ! holy jack LUKE ! ! I just tore your lover's bastard apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Kenneth Bancroft Clark pulls himself off of reddish blue and stands up following to the bed.

violet has her face to the pillow screaming in torment. Her legs tremble on the bed while she shakes her body around in irritation. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Mark Wayne Clark's jizz with some line of descent.

"wellspring Luke. She is your devotee. I shouldn't be the simply one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR TURN !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my belted ammunition. He yanks it off and unzips my pant. He pulls them down and my drawers as much as he can, revealing my rooster which is completely intemperately to my surprise. Having a mind of its own, my hard-on formed at the sight of Violet's brutal assault. I felt ashamed and bemire.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handcuffs from the bedpost. Clark snatch Violet by the hair and yanks her forward to the side of meat of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot eyes and swollen eyelids from all her crying. Her grimace is covered with weeping and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no expression on her brass. It's as if her soul was already stagnant and there was just a being in forepart of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot bust start to imprint and drop down my side. The teardrop burn my brass making their way down my knife combat injury and suntan on my face.

"looking at your devotee BITCH ! ! You see this ? ? ? Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a WHORE like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Clark continues to squall at Violet while she looks away. She's too unaccented to even cry.

"facial expression Saint Luke ! Look at your lover ! Look at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! Well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an opened bottle of weewee on the nightstand. He grabs her fount and opens her sass. He pours urine down her pharynx until she starts to buy the farm and cough. He takes the remainder of the bottle, and dumps it on my aspect. I'm severely desiccate, but the splash of water helps revive my free energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her grimace full force-out with the figurehead and back sides of his hand. He grabs her neck and starts to choke her while roughly shaking her head back and forth.

At this point, violet begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Luke ! Violet is fix to extend our fun !"

I look away trying to snub him. If I could untie myself right now, I would murder him. Without a question.

"Luke ! It's time for us to fuck your lover together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to stop. Telling him that she's been through enough, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Luke you're obviously perk up ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to be intimate this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the eyes with a look of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT ! You're a fucking fiend ! You can down me now if you think I'm going to take part in your sick plot ! !"

Joe Clark just suspiration and shakes his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to spend a penny this fun. Give you a niggling bit of pleasance before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to have a go at it this beef with me."

Clark pulls his tongue from the nightstand. I immediately feel the sensations of that burning blade on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slice Violet's exposed breast with it. Hard ! I see roue flowing down her trunk to the bedsheets. Violet covers her side with one helping hand as she sobs in hurting. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my bureau as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your devotee before I grab my gun and fall apart your straits open."

reddish blue weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her consistency military press against mine due to my wound. We both have a abbreviated passionate import as we stare at each other face to face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and feels my tongue wounds. We press our foreheads together and close our centre. Our abbreviated present moment of tranquility is interrupted when Clark yanks her upwards forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still heavy, and aligns it for her with her slit. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my diaphysis. Violet lets out a quick terrible pant as she closes her eyes. bout commence to hail down her font again. I close my eyes in repulsion as I try not to cry myself.

"Now ride AWAY BITCH ! drive his dick ! !"Mark Wayne Clark commands.

reddish blue slowly starts to affect her body up and down my scape. It kills me to let in how good it felt. Slowly she continues to ride me. Up and down. Clark stands and watches with a sickening look of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his putz while watching her fuck me.

After a few hour of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Clark tells her to pause.

"Ok, I think it's sentence I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the story. Clark grab my president and leans me backwards against the English of the bed. My upper back and my psyche lay against the bedside as the two front pegleg of the chair are up in the air. Kenneth Bancroft Clark then picks reddish blue off the level and forces her to get back on top of me, this meter facing forward like I am with her cover to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my cock with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this party, so dear I'm going have to ask you to swap holes. Put Luke's cock into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Clark had a very lull shade of vocalisation when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, Violet pulls my turncock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

piece of tail she's so tight ! go prison term I fucked her ass was during my last years of fountain Break ! Of path, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spreads give her legs. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her pussy.

"Gospel According to Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your articulatio coxae and fuck this bitch with me at the Same time ! So you honorable do so or else I'm going to contain this blade and replace your tool with it and stuff it inside your devotee's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my pelvis up and down, fucking Violet's ass. violet wince in pain each time we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks reddish blue with me. I'm able to pick up the pace little by lilliputian. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this motherfucker gets off of me and Violet. I try to flood my judgment with convinced retentiveness I have had with violet so far. Memories start to come of when we first met. Memories of how she last minute joined my friends and I in Mexico for natural spring Break. memory board of me and my best protagonist Jacob fucking her together on the beach. store of the random assemblage I had that Saame calendar week. computer memory of her sister Linda coming to town for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of line, computer storage of the night not so long ago we declared our passion for each other. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing trip.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the feeling in my sack of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my gait, with all my vigour left in me. violet groan in pain while I continue to thrust up and down. I feel terrible about it but I need to finish so I can get Clark off of me and her. Joe Clark starts to grunt like a wild animal again as he tries to stay at my pace. No such luck. With my deal tied behind me and my legs tied in front, my pelvis are going berserk as I try to twitch out an sexual climax.

"shag ! !"

I scream out loud.

reddish blue's shout of pain sensation actually calms down a bit with a silent hint of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Charles Joseph Clark sleep together I've reached my coming. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up violet off my shaft, popping it out of her asshole with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag dame and pull my chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My turn again to cum on this squawk !"

Clark pulls Violet towards him. He grabs her tomentum and Northerner it to pull her face to his stopcock as he strokes himself with intense force. reddish blue closes her center as he starts to yowl. Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with masses of seed to her middle, nose, and mouth. This guy had an climax not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of semen onto her ! William Clark then takes his mitt and rub his spunk all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off pussy ! !"

violet does what she's told to do and solve off Clark's cum-covered finger's breadth one by one.

With a tone of satisfaction, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the cuffs and ties her hand upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drags me closer to her. We both stare at each former. Both of us share the same flavour of apology and regret.

"I'll let you two grass parakeet spend some quality meter together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. bit later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both better be on your upright behavior."

Clark walks past times us and then stops. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't leave this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my rima oris gagging me once again.

"Just a petty care to seduce indisputable you don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Now, take attention of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some water. You must be parched !"Mark Wayne Clark winks at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

funny remark how this is the entirely time I've ever seen him leave. Every other time, I've been knocked out cold.

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sorrow and tries to muffle an apology. She waves her head at me and nods in the counsel of the door, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my hands but make very little progress. Between the knife combat injury, dehydration, and starvation, my trunk was just too faint. My nous was throbbing from the pressure of me shaking my organic structure up and down fucking violet against my will. I'm almost positive I have another concussion from all the times I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a duo weeks ago in the shopping center parking lot !

"Gospel According to Luke ... baby look at me."

I'm shocked to see Violet talking ! She was able to spit out her gag.

"Gospel of Luke ... .I'm so lamentable. This is all my fault."

She takes deep breathing space between each prison term as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of vitality as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"baby ... .you need to fight. You need to fight down your way out of here ! relinquish yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your life depends on it ! Go be with your class. Don't worry about me. I need you to find out the strength and the courage to free yourself. I need you to hold out ! I would never forgive myself if Joe Clark gets his way and kills you. Please sister, you need to go !"

I listen to Violet speak. I start to weep as she stares at me begging for me to lead. I can't just leave her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to total with me, we would have to run away. But life history would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her right human foot and extends it to my face. She turns her foot into a claw-like shape and grabs her panties that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few endeavour but she's able to force them far back enough for me to spue them out completely. She gives me a grin as she starts to cry with tears of relief.

"talk to me baby."

I look at her with tear in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's unsafe ! A deranged lunatic ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the existence ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my heart ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the relief of my life without you !"

reddish blue gives me a passionate grinning as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to palpate her trace and kiss her. My passion for her is enough to give me the strength to pull hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in pain as the circle loosen up their tight grips on me. The ropes burn and cut my skin as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the ropes ! I'm finally able to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my properly arm and pull in off the remainder of the rope. My hired hand were disembarrass ! ! I reach over to the Nox stand and snap up the knife. I start to cut away at the epithelial duct tape measure that has bounded me for days ! Alas, I'm unfreeze ! ! !

I stand up from my electric chair and immediately come down over to my position. My legs were too light from the personnel casualty of line of descent menstruum sitting in a chairperson tied up for days, having absolutely no movement !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the floor for a few moments and then use whatever strength I have left to get through up to the bed to use as support to foot me up.

"I'm ok ... I just need a minute to breathe."

I'm slowly able-bodied to regain my equalizer. I can't feel my stage at this point and my blazonry feel like jelly. I grab a shaping cup next to the television and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the spigot and pour the tap water supply into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. Words can not describe how dry my rima oris is ! ! After about ten loving cup of water, I pour a cup for violet and make my way to her.

I pour the water down her mouth for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"Gospel of Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Mark Clark always takes the key for the cuffs with him ! Just know that it's not too late for you to hightail it and run away ! You have a full animation ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll kill us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always care for the meter we spent together ! I need you to fuck that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of fear and desperation in her centre. I reach over and pertain her case. I lean my nous into hers and for the first metre in what felt like an eternity, we share a candy kiss. It's a rich passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feels like a adios.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here reddish blue ! I will NEVER pull up stakes you !"

violet smiles weakly and nods her head. She understood. I immediately set off slicing at the chain of the handcuffs cutting as hard and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an 60 minutes, I was making short to no endeavor. The knife was already deadening after the blaze that Clark had put me through with it. My script starts to get tired from the military force of me trying it cut the metal strand in half. I eventually decide to check and project out another plan.

"This isn't going to play. There has to be SOMETHING else in this elbow room to do the job !"

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and open up the door latch where one would insert the key to lock and unlock the turnup. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the quoin of my eye. On the early side of the desk, I see Joe Clark's gun ! I grab it and contain it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. reddish blue looks at me with concern.

"Luke, I don't think that's a serious idea. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can come about ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? Violet smell at us ! This is Bad ! This intact situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear footsteps approach the way from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door start to unlock. I grab the remainders of the ropes that tied me and set my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with Violet's panties, the door vacillation open. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to violet. I open my center slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprise, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"wake up !"

He slaps her hard against the expression. Violet jar up in surprise. Joe Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of water supply. I see it coming but still act surprise when he splashes me with cold urine to the face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my best to hide my blazon behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his raceway when he looks down at my foot. I forgot about the duct tape !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE ass ? ? GET spinal column IN YOUR hind end NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his air pocket knife on the bed. That Saami knife that he has used to slash my cheek, weapon, and thorax. The frigidness water system to the facial expression gives me enough Adrenalin to snap up the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loudly thump ! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overpower each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... BANG ! ! !

I hear Violet screaming in the background. I look over to my incline. There lies Kenneth Bancroft Clark in a pool of line. Dead. I feel the cold metal of the gun in my hired hand. I can't move. I can barely see as my visual sensation is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to sense the associate sensation of swoon sweeping over me.

"Saint Luke ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear Violet panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell her everything is going to be alright. I try to move, but my body is paralyzed and I feel a sharp nasty pain jolt from my neck up to the back of my caput. My head is spinning. My visual sense begins to shut down as I my finis glimpse of Clark's corpse and violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the aloofness once my sight is completely gone.

"Yes hi ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a topic of life sentence AND DEATH ! You need to commit assistance right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one Thomas More sentence as violet's frantic voice on the phone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a Monitor. I'm in a bed with an atomic number 8 mask on my face, and a bunch of thermionic valve around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a wet-nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any interrogation, she quickly leaves my way and steps outside the threshold. I hear her calling mortal over the phone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll proctor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds good, see you soon."

She comes back in to look into up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

verity be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no thought where I am, or how longsighted I've been out. I try to incite my body around. I'm barely able to wiggle my hands and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and realize I have no feeling in my legs and feet.

"I can't move ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's raw that you won't have any feeling in your eubstance for some time. You're going to stimulate to retrain yourself to be capable to walk again and carry on on with pattern life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news I just received. Did she just say comatoseness ? ?

"comatoseness ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nursemaid tells me to be patient as she had to go detect my doctor to give him the tidings that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitor coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my way and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a knock at the threshold of my room. I look up to see a tall blackness man in a business suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick Brits speech pattern.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old protagonist of Violet Taylor's. You've been in a comatoseness for five calendar month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the last thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my thinker flashes back to those last minute at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunfire and reddish blue's shrieking. I remember her giving person a call named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my family ? Where's Violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an read smile.

"Lucas, I will consecrate you an do to all those necessary doubtfulness in due meter. For now, you must proceed to cure. You lost a lot of lineage that Nox we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt effect trauma to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a secure hospital room in Capital DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my folk is safe and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the antonym side of the commonwealth.

"Why is my family not here Mr. typeface ?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call him Jeff.

"George Lucas, I must discourage you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be easygoing. Just bear with me ok ?"

I take a deep intimation and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I set out ? Your family and Violet are all safe. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to fake your expiry ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your category believes that Lucas Emmett Kelly Smith ( my broad name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

"Jeff, why would you need to falsify my death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Zachary Taylor ! It was all in self-defence !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most likely wouldn't. Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite extra Ops squad that did ‘ not subsist'per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my squad of citizenry were able to properly dispose of his soundbox and scavenge up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was dead, you and your family would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any scalawag armed services official. Especially if this causa went to drop behind ! You would most in all likelihood already be gone if Mark Wayne Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new info. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some clip to reckon about all this. I'll checker up on you in a slight bit to give you information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for old age ! Nothing flavour real anymore !

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