THE FOLLOWING STORY IS fabrication. THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND psychological disorder THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head hurts all over again. This time it's a piercing pain in the backbone of my head. I try to afford my eyes, but they're sensible to the light of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the mall all over again !

I try my best to get up. I struggle in the outgrowth of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my feet, as they are both channel taped to a chairperson. I can barely move them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with ropes on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the ass is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tapeline and ropes. I then hear footfall approach me from a corner. I see a figure stand before me. My sight is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a deform smile on his face.

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

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the small-arm of metallic element he has in his hand. It's a gun ! !

Clark sees me making eye liaison with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

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

Joe Clark steps to the side and allows me to look forward to the bed where violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her side of meat facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cuts and bruise. Her brand up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my singlet from the night we had sex when I first got home for the summer ! How dullard it was of me to make forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and violet so much pain !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. President Taylor ... I'm sorry for the difficulty I've been causing to you and Ms. President Taylor. You're proper about there being effect to sleeping with a married woman. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can go along 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 stag motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his helping hand.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them experience you're just fine. I took the liberty of unlocking your phone while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your champion.

And just to make sure that they won't be a pain at all while we sit here getting to know each other ... I'm going to ask for you to call your beginner and explicate why you'll be out of town for a few days ... more or less."

My middle widen in disbelief hearing this. A few sidereal day as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

"You're a psychotic person ! You can eat shit if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Kenneth Bancroft Clark with a sure-footed hike of anger coming out.

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

"Luke ... let me paraphrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call up ... .I'm TELLING you to call ! And you best strait convincing that you're ok and not in any form of peril ! Believe me ... I won't repetition myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly walks around the back of the chair to lease my pollex to unlock my earphone with the feeling ID. He walks back up to me and dial my dad. He puts me on talker 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 touch sensation. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some Friend we made in Mexico during natural spring Break."

There's a longsighted intermission.

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

"Uhh ... no we're amercement. It was a hold out min thing ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to last bit because Greg won't be available the remainder of the month because of his job ...."

Another retentive pause from my dad.

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

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with reddish blue and her psycho husband for the next few days ... without any kind of trouble of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your fourth dimension with. You must give birth had a swell metre growing up, getting away with a lot of shit ... having the ‘ clock time of your life'all throughout in high spirits schooltime and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to jumble in my chair trying to exempt myself again.

"Clark ! YOU SICK FUCK ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's human face changes to his distinctive stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me knockout in the head. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to regain my consciousness again. My vision is well-defined this time but my head word tone like it's about to irrupt ! The nausea is too a great deal for me. I lean over to my slope and start to vomit. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my brain from the pressure of me puking my brains out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST sort of hangover ever ! As I try to retrieve my breathe, I begin to smell out the air in the room. I smell the smell of 1st Baron Verulam and maple syrup, and my sassy vomit of trend. I look to the street corner and see Clark eating away at the niggling desk in the way. He has a to-go bag from a topical anaesthetic breakfast diner with a big tray. He sits down eating flapcake with eggs and 1st Baron Verulam. He looks up at me and smiles.

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

He laughs when he says that last voice. 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 cover to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Kenneth Bancroft Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of H2O in his hand.

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

William Clark takes the bottle and dumps some water supply on my face. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the like.

"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 matter coming.

"HELP ! individual, ANYBODY supporter ! ! ! ! WE ARE BEING HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my sentence as Mark Wayne Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so hard, I bit my tongue and immediately started to taste blood line.

"SHUT UP ! hitch YELLING ! You scream one More clip, and you're going to determine me quiver my wife to a flesh ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear Violet starting to cry louder in the background as Mark Clark regains his composure.

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

Charles Joseph Clark pulls another professorship and sits across look to expression with me.

"Luke ... I told you to stay on far away from Violet for your safety ... but here's the catch : SHE is the intellect why we are all here spending some character time together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye touch with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an effort to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of passion, I rough her up a bit demanding to know if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 years spits on my nerve and screeching to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't STAND THE mickle OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the looking of anger and hurt on Joe Clark's face. I look to Violet as she's bawling her eyes out. My forefront is racing with millions of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilt as I stare at Charles Joseph Clark. His aspect is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"Gospel of Luke ... I've been away overseas for a really farseeing time ... the simply communication with my wife is via phone and television chat. My totally marriage and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their lifetime. Always away oversea ... .working. Sacrificing my clip with my family for this rural area. It's been an accolade doing so but has NEVER been soft for me being away for calendar month at a prison term from my mob. I've missed many of import vacation, natal day, graduation, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my kinfolk ... 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 workplace and resolve to come in home plate and surprise my married woman ... ..and pass some lineament prison term with her for as tenacious as I can. And pretend what I come home to ? An affair, excited drama, and now ... betrayal !"

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

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

Charles Joseph Clark gets up and pass 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 pick up her intimation from all the battle cry.

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

He then pulls out a little flannel mullein from a bag he has on the desk and plays with the permutation, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered enough lamb. All this has been very irritating for me. I figured it's time I shed some of that hurting and distress ... .and share it with the love of your life."

My heart hits the priming coat in affright. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain. I'm guessing it involves his knife and lighter.

I hear Violet startle to shout, but her phonation is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to lull her down as she starts to pule.

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

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

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

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in hand. I start to break down.

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

He shakes his head with a face of disapproval as he ignores me. I can smell the heat of the vane as he continues to fire it up. reddish blue shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her handlock, shouting for her hubby to stop with her gag on.

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

"So voice of my work in the military Gospel of Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my squad overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto data of our enemies. We're good at squeezing the true statement out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a charm. It's my best-loved ! By the time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast the great unwashed weep like little pussy and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just make this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but delight ... .make it quick. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to come."Violet my honey ... picket as I make the TRUE love of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out canal tape and covers my oral cavity as a gag. I try to scream for him to stop but my words come out muffled.

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

I can barely hear Violet as she hysterically begs for him to discontinue. Clark then takes the blade and begins to stool dense but exact incisions down my boldness. I can finger 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 combat injury. Mark Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one promptly apparent movement, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Mark Clark then starts to slice up my breast with the leaf blade slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning ace was enough to make me feel faint. I start to turn a loss 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.

I can still get word the faint cries of reddish blue as Clark continues to compress the electrocution hot blade on my flesh and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is Gospel of Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, William Clark stops.

Seeing how weak I am, he yanks off the taping from my lip. I have fiddling to no vim left inside me to talk. Much less wow for help.

"So Luke, is this BITCH worth the pain and suffering you're starting to palpate ? That's right hand, I said STARTING ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to find the EXACT amount of pain in the neck you've caused me ... ..this right here is just tike's play."

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

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

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

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

He winks at me, and begins to take the air away.

I'm able to let out a few words slip out.

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

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to violet, who continues to cry silently with a frightened apologetic look on her face at me.

"I'm going to wipe out you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to set forth to palpate the pain and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and violet are going back to my base overseas. She will live with me, where I will have pure control and be able to observe out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell on earth I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting worse, I don't try to agitate or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one endure smell at violet before I feel the familiar strike to the back of my head with his gun.

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I awaken the following morning to the sounds of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my optic. I can barely displace. I look down my chest and see dried descent splashed over me. My slice combat injury have begun to clog. I can still feel the burning fall guy on my brass, chest of drawers, arms, and stomach. My entire organic structure is sore ! I've lost all feeling in my pegleg from being tied for nearly two days ! My arms are weak from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my surroundings not knowing where I am, only feeling the amaze amount of pain I'm in. The sounds of cries, choking, and William Clark's grunt and moans quickly bring me back to realism ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where violet is. The batch that's in movement of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely flat on her chest at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with roofy up in the air. Clark stands at the back end of the bed, shoving his prick up and down her throat ! He holds her read/write head while he thrusts his dick in and out of Violet's oral fissure with wild force ! Her nerve is completely red, covered in swither, semen, and spit. Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her pharynx and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to escape his clasp to catch one's breath. Only when she starts to call on purple, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her oral cavity. Violet has bust shedding down her face as she pleads for him to end every meter he takes his peter out of her mouth. She pleads and pray cough and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to fade out !"He then takes his pecker and puts it back into her mouthpiece. He begins to thrust in and out at a rapid pace ! The auditory sensation of his grunts and her choking and gagging effort me insane !

"Kenneth Clark, check !"

As weak and exhausted as my body is, I have the strength to outcry again.

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

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

Kenneth Bancroft Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His body and massive, and covered with tattoos. His cock is almost doubly my size and almost looking like another brawn as it's thick and veiny !

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

"Now Gospel According to Luke, follow and watch as my wife and I, or your devotee I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and wrench me skinny to her future to the bed.

I look at Violet as she lays flat, her clothes ripped up even more. She doesn't look at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Mark Wayne Clark grabs her metrical unit, taking off the forget me drug that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuffs, revealing bruises on both her wrists from the tightness of the grip. Clark then picks up his underwear off the floor, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underclothing into her lip gagging her up. violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. William Clark grabs the handcuff and ties both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her pegleg and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga pants. Clark then violently yanks off her step-in, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll make these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct taping on my expression, and replaces it with her ripped panty in my sass. With a smile on his brass, he spits on his hand multiple times and chafe his stopcock.

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

I hear reddish blue start up to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty fingers and violently thrusts them into her arse.

I can barely make out the Bible she cries out but hear a"please stop"amongst former tidings with her cries.

Kenneth Bancroft 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 hour and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to screw around and revel my wife. But she let you sleep with her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for old age to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the kitty, you know that ?"

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

"I need you to really concentrate now. Here's where the fun really starts to sound off in !"

Clark then takes his tool and positions it with Violet's tight asshole. Once his tip is in, Charles Joseph Clark rams the rest of this meaty dick all the way into her going balls deep !

reddish blue sidesplitter in sheer hurting as he starts to shove in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks Violet with such force, she bumps her headway against the bedpost each meter he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to stymie out the vision of this incubus unfold before my eyes. I wish I could lug out the speech sound of her cries and his grunts ! He sounds like a fucking annoying animal. If only I could grab his gun right now and knock his sparkle out !

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

"OH SHIT ! sanctum bull LUKE ! ! I just bust your lover's arse apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Clark pulls himself off of reddish blue and stands up succeeding to the bed.

violet has her face to the pillow shriek in torment. Her ramification shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Joe Clark's jizz with some blood.

"fountainhead Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the only when one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR TURN !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to seize my whang. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my boxers as much as he can, revealing my prick which is completely intemperate to my surprisal. Having a idea of its own, my erection formed at the mass of Violet's beastly rape. I felt ashamed and marked-up.

"Would you look at THIS honey ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handcuffs from the bedpost. Clark snatch Violet by the hairsbreadth and yanks her forward to the English of the bed where I'm lining. She has bloodshot optic and puff up eyelid from all her crying. Her face is covered with tears and travail. She looks at me weakly with no verbalism on her case. It's as if her soul was already suddenly and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my brain away as I feel hot tears start to form and drop down my face. The tears burn my cheeks making their way down my tongue wounding and burning on my face.

"Look at your fan BITCH ! ! You see this ? ? ? Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a working girl like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

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

"flavour St. Luke ! flavour at your fan ! expression at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an unfold bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to strangle and cough. He takes the remainder of the bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the dab of pee helps recreate my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her nerve wide force with the front and back sides of his script. He grabs her neck and starts to clog up her while roughly shaking her head back and Forth.

At this degree, reddish blue begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Gospel According to Luke ! violet is quick to continue our fun !"

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

"Gospel According to Luke ! It's time for us to get laid your buff 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.

"Saint Luke you're obviously waken ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to have it away this beef together !"

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

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING PIECE OF motherfucker ! You're a sleep with monster ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your sick biz ! !"

Clark just sighs and judder his forefront with a grinning on his face.

"I'm just trying to make this fun. pass you a little bit of pleasure 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 fuck this bitch with me."

Kenneth Bancroft Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the whizz of that burning sword on my soundbox all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slices reddish blue's exposed breast with it. Hard ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. reddish blue covers her font with one script as she sobs in pain. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my chest as I shout at Clark to stop.

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

William Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your buff before I grab my gun and burst your pass open."

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body public press against mine due to my injuries. We both have a brief passionate moment as we stare at each former face to face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and tactile property my tongue wounds. We press our foreheads together and close our eyes. Our brief second of serenity is interrupted when Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still hard, and aligns it for her with her kitty-cat. He then grabs her articulatio humeri and shoves her all the way down onto my calamus. violet lets out a quick terrible pant as she closes her centre. bout start out to come up down her face again. I close my center in revulsion as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY cunt ! drive his dick ! !"Clark control.

Violet slowly starts to affect her organic structure up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how practiced it felt. Slowly she continues to tantalise me. Up and down. Clark stands and watches with a sickening look of delight on his face. He starts to stroke his cock while watching her screw me.

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

"Ok, I think it's time I crash this company !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the trading floor. Charles Joseph Clark grabs my chairman and leans me backwards against the side of the bed. My upper back and my read/write head lay against the bedside as the two front legs of the professorship are up in the air. Clark then picks violet off the floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this time facing forward like I am with her binding to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my cock with no problem.

"I told you I'm going to break apart this political party, so pricey I'm going have to ask you to switch holes. Put Gospel of Luke's pecker into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

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

Fuck she's so tight ! finally time I fucked her ass was during my last days of Spring suspension ! Of course, this was a very different place though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spreads open her legs. He grabs his cock and shoves its integrality up her pussy.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can joggle your pelvic arch and make love this bitch with me at the Saame time ! So you dependable do so or else I'm going to take this blade and replace your dick with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my articulatio coxae up and down, fucking Violet's ass. Violet winces in pain each fourth dimension we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks reddish blue with me. I'm capable to beak up the tempo minuscule by little. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this by-blow gets off of me and reddish blue. I try to flood my mind with positive computer memory I have had with violet so far. computer storage start to come of when we first met. Memories of how she last minute joined my supporter and I in Mexico for Spring Break. Memories of me and my near acquaintance Jacob fucking her together on the beach. computer storage of the random assemblage I had that same week. Memories of her sister Linda coming to townsfolk for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of course of action, memories of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her hubby was away on a fishing slip.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the flavour in my sack of an coming approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my vim left in me. Violet moans in pain while I continue to push up up and down. I feel unspeakable about it but I need to end so I can get Joe Clark off of me and her. Clark starts to grunt like a wild animate being again as he tries to delay at my footstep. No such portion. With my hands tied behind me and my legs tied in front, my hip are going berserk as I try to pressure out an climax.

"piece of ass ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's watchword of pain actually calms down a bit with a silent hint of joy.

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

"My bend again to cum on this bitch !"

Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair and yanks it to pull her face to his stopcock as he strokes himself with intense military unit. violet closes her eyes as he starts to yowl. Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with mess of come to her eyes, nose, and mouth. This guy had an climax not too long ago and yet he spills massive lading of seed onto her ! Clark then takes his hand and fret his tinder all over her side.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

Violet does what she's told to do and solve off Clark's cum-covered fingers one by one.

With a facial expression of satisfaction, Clark grabs his underclothing gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the manacle and ties her work force upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and cart me nigher to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us parcel the same look of excuse and regret.

"I'll let you two lovebird spend some timber time together."

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

"I have some errands to run. You both effective be on your respectable behavior."

Kenneth Bancroft Clark walks past us and then stop. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

He reaches for violet's ripped pantie and shoves them back into my mouth gagging me once again.

"Just a piddling caution to make sure you don't do anything pillock while I'm away. Now, take care of each former. If you behave, I'll bring you some water system. You must be parched !"Joe Clark winks at me as he steps out of the elbow room and leaves us.

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

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sadness and tries to dampen an excuse. She waves her straits at me and nods in the direction of the room access, her way of telling me to try and unfreeze myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my hand but fix very small advancement. Between the knife wounds, dehydration, and starvation, my trunk was just too rickety. My head was throbbing from the press of me shaking my body 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 showtime one back a couple week ago in the shopping centre parking lot !

"Saint Luke ... child look at me."

I'm shocked to hear violet talking ! She was capable to spit out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

She takes rich intimation between each sentence as she talks. She's having trouble talking to me because of her want of energy as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"Babe ... .you need to fight. You need to oppose your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your life depends on it ! Go be with your family. Don't headache about me. I need you to retrieve the persuasiveness and the bravery to relieve yourself. I need you to inhabit ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kills you. delight child, you need to go !"

I listen to violet speak. I start to cry as she stares at me begging for me to leave. I can't just bequeath her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to issue forth 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 wing pes and extends it to my grimace. She turns her foot into a claw-like shape and catch her panty that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few endeavour but she's able-bodied to rive them far back enough for me to spit them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with tears of relief.

"Talk to me baby."

I look at her with binge in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this goliath ! 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 grievous ! A deranged madman ! You deserve improve ... .you deserve the public ... YOU are my populace ! I love you with all my essence ! I need you in my life story and I'd rather die here than live the rest period of my aliveness without you !"

reddish blue gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to feel her skin senses and kiss her. My passion for her is enough to collapse me the strength to tear hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in pain in the ass as the circle loosen up their tight grips on me. The rope burn and cut my skin as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the circle ! I'm finally able to force out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my right arm and pull off the remainder of the forget me drug. My hands were free ! ! I reach over to the night stand and grab the knife. I start to cut away at the duct tape that has bounded me for Day ! Alas, I'm gratis ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately fall over to my side. My legs were too weak from the loss of blood flow sitting in a electric chair tied up for days, having absolutely no effort !

"Gospel According to Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the base for a few here and now and then use whatever strength I have left to achieve up to the bed to use as financial support to pick me up.

"I'm ok ... I just necessitate a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly able to regain my balance. I can't experience my legs at this item and my branch feel like jelly. I grab a pliant cup next to the video and pretend my way to the bathroom. I turn on the spigot and pour the tap H2O into the cup. I start to salute up and hydrate. Words can not describe how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cup of water system, I pour a cup for reddish blue and make my way to her.

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

"Luke, if you want me to hightail it with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Kenneth Bancroft Clark always takes the key for the turnup with him ! Just know that it's not too tardy for you to escape and run away ! You have a full phase of the moon life history ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll defeat us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always cherish the time we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the face of fear and desperation in her eyes. I reach over and advert her face. I lean my head into hers and for the first clock time in what felt like an eternity, we plowshare a kiss. It's a deep passionate buss, but it feels so different. It almost tactile property like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here violet ! I will NEVER leave you !"

Violet smiles weakly and nods her top dog. She understood. I immediately start slicing at the Ernst Boris Chain of the handcuffs cutting as concentrated and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an minute, I was making little to no try. The knife was already dull after the sin that Charles Joseph Clark had put me through with it. My paw starts to get tired from the strength of me trying it cut the alloy range of mountains in half. I eventually decide to stop and figure out another plan.

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

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and spread up the latch where one would enclose the key to lock and unlock the handcuff. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the quoin of my eye. On the former side of the desk, I see William Clark's gun ! I grab it and take it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chairperson is positioned. Violet looks at me with concern.

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

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? violet look at us ! This is Bad ! This stallion office is HORRIFIC ! As of right field now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear pace approach the room from international. 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 outset to unlock. I grab the remainders of the roofy that tied me and order my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with Violet's panty, the door swings open. We both pretend to be asleep as Charles Joseph 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 handcuff and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake up !"

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

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

I ignore him while I do my effective to conceal my arm behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his racecourse when he looks down at my feet. I forgot about the duct mag tape !

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

My mettle is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR buttocks NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his sack tongue on the bed. That like knife that he has used to gash my cheek, arms, and chest. The cold water to the face gives me enough epinephrine to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the level. I hit my drumhead with a aloud clump ! My vision starts to obscure as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

I hear Violet screaming in the background. I look over to my face. There lies Clark in a pool of line. Dead. I feel the frigid metallic element of the gun in my helping hand. I can't move. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of knowingness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the familiar sensation of faint sweeping over me.

"Gospel of Luke ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear reddish blue panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell her everything is going to be alright. I try to affect, but my body is paralyzed and I feel a abrupt cruddy nuisance jolt from my neck up to the cover of my foreland. My head is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my hold out glimpses of Clark's corpse and violet standing above me start to blow over. I hear her in the space once my imagination is completely gone.

"Yes howdy ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a topic of life-time AND death ! You need to send help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one more clip as violet's frantic spokesperson on the phone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the speech sound of a Monitor. I'm in a bed with an O masquerade party on my face, and a crowd of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

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

Before I can ask her any questions, she quickly leaves my room and footstep outside the doorway. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

"how-do-you-do ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll proctor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds near, see you soon."

She comes back in to retard up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

Truth be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to move my body around. I'm barely able to jiggle my workforce and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and realize I have no feeling in my pegleg 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 form grin.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's cancel that you won't have any impression in your soundbox for some time. You're going to own to retrain yourself to be able to take the air again and retain on with normal life activities."

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

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

The nurse tells me to be patient role as she had to go find my doctor to chip in him the news 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 room and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a knock at the door of my way. I look up to see a tall Black man in a business organization suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick British people accent.

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

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old friend of reddish blue Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the last thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my mind flash lamp back to those final minute at the motel with Kenneth Clark. I hear the two gunshots and violet's belly laugh. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my folk ? Where's reddish blue ?"

Jeffrey gives me an interpret smile.

"George Lucas, I will kick in you an answer to all those requirement dubiousness in due time. For now, you must continue to bring around. You lost a lot of blood that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force trauma to the principal 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 Washington DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my kinsfolk is prophylactic and that violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the reverse slope of the rural area.

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

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

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

I take a bass breathing space and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your family unit and Violet are all safe. However, in order for us to stay fresh it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of citizenry had to fake your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your fellowship believes that Lucas Gene Kelly Smith ( my full name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the tidings.

"Jeff, why would you need to talk through one's hat my death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor ! It was all in self-defense !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US war machine most probable wouldn't. Mark Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was division of an elect special Ops team that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of hoi polloi were able to properly dispose of his body and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If the great unwashed knew he was dead, you and your mob would highly likely be at jeopardy of revenge caused by any scalawag military official. Especially if this case went to drop behind ! You would most probable already be gone if Kenneth Bancroft Clark was found dead."

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

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some fourth dimension to remember about all this. I'll curb 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 cat to my abdomen. I've just woken up from a 5-month comatoseness ! ! I feel like I was gone for days ! null flavor real anymore !

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