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I wake up startled. My straits hurts all over again. This time it's a keen infliction in the book binding of my head. I try to open up my center, but they're sensitive to the luminosity of the room. My sight is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE head ache that's pounding my read/write head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the plaza all over again !

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

"Whaa-what the screwing is happening ?"

I try to jiggle myself unloose from the tapeline and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a corner. I see a name stand before me. My vision is still hazy but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted 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 piece of metal he has in his handwriting. It's a gun ! !

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

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

Clark steps to the position and allows me to look forward to the bed where reddish blue lays.

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

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right-hand about there being consequences to sleeping with a married woman. But this weirdo ! You can't possibly think you can keep 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 surety 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, Charles Joseph Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his script.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them live you're just ticket. I took the shore leave of unlocking your telephone set while you were out frigidness and texting both of them that you're out with your booster.

And just to ready sure that they won't be a annoyance at all while we sit here getting to know 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 daytime ... more or less."

My eyes 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 snitch if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a sure-footed boost of anger coming out.

Charles Joseph Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the barrelful of the gun at my os frontale. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me reword what I just said ... I'm not asking you to cry ... .I'm relation you to call ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger ! trust me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my sound out of his pocket. He quickly walks around the dorsum of the president to take my thumb to unlock my headphone with the Touch ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to hold 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 skin senses. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some friends we made in Mexico during Spring Break."

There's a long suspension.

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

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

Another long interruption from my dad.

"Well ... I would really prize unfastened communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. Love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me lone with Violet and her psycho husband for the next few sidereal day ... without any sort of trouble of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of son of a bitch ... having the ‘ clock time of your life'all throughout high school school and college"Kenneth Bancroft Clark tells me.

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

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

Clark's face alteration to his typical arse expression as he takes his gun and whack me hard in the forefront. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to regain my awareness again. My vision is percipient this clip but my question feels like it's about to explode ! The sickness is too very much for me. I lean over to my position and start to regurgitation. 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 regain my breathe, I begin to reek the air in the room. I smell the aroma of bacon and maple syrup, and my invigorated nauseant of course of study. I look to the recession and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a declamatory tray. He sits down eating battercake with orchis and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Saint Luke ! upgrade and refulgence ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and come grab a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last percentage. He's completely right though ... .I'm starvation 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 spine to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Charles Joseph Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a feeding bottle of piddle in his hand.

"Where are my fashion Gospel According to Luke ? You MUST be hungry ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottle and deck some urine on my face. He chuckles as he makes his way over to violet and does the Saami.

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

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

"service ! someone, ANYBODY helper ! ! ! ! WE ARE BEING HELD HOST-"

I can't stop my judgment of conviction as Mark Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so unvoiced, I bit my tongue and immediately started to try stock.

"SHUT UP ! full point YELLING ! You scream one more time, and you're going to learn me bewilder my married woman to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

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

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

Joe Clark pulls another professorship and sits across font to face with me.

"Gospel According to Luke ... I told you to detain far away from Violet for your safety ... but here's the haul : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some caliber time together.

You see St. Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an effort to fill me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of fad, I rough her up a bit demanding to have it off if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 days tongue on my face and screams to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't STAND THE pile OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of anger and hurt on Clark's face. I look to reddish blue as she's bawling her eyes out. My principal is racing with millions of thoughts and sorrow. I am flooded with a moving ridge of guilt as I stare at Kenneth Bancroft Clark. His grimace is flashing red but I can see split forming in his eyes.

"Luke ... I've been away abroad for a really long time ... the only if communicating with my wife is via phone and video chat. My whole marriage and having my Kid ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this country. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for month at a fourth dimension from my family. I've missed many important holiday, birthday, commencement ceremony, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my household ... and being away from my adorable wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the last TWO YEARS racking up paid prison term off from work and decide to come home and surprise my married woman ... ..and pass some quality time with her for as long as I can. And guess what I come base to ? An affair, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

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

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

William Clark gets up and walks 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 catch her breath from all the crying.

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

He then pulls out a belittled torch from a bag he has on the desk and gaming with the substitution, exposing the fire. 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 dear. All this has been very abominable for me. I figured it's metre I shed some of that painful sensation and hurt ... .and share it with the sexual love of your life."

My fondness hits the ground in terror. 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 reddish blue get to call out, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. William Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to whimper.

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

I look up at Kenneth Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure 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 association with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't secernate ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the eternal sleep of my summer away from house and not fall back ! ! ! Think about what you're doing Mark Wayne Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his promontory with a look of disapproval as he ignores me. I can smell the heat of the vane as he continues to send away it up. Violet shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her cuff, shouting for her husband to arrest with her gag on.

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

"So region of my work in the military Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One matter me and my team overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto information 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 magical spell. It's my favorite ! By the clip my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fasting people weep like picayune pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just clear this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but delight ... .make it flying. I try to simmer down myself down preparing for what's to descend."violet my dear ... sentinel as I make the TRUE love of your life story suffer and beg for clemency !"

With that, he takes out channel tape recording and cover version my rima oris 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 nerve. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain as he takes the steel off and presses it against my early impertinence.

I can barely get a line Violet as she hysterically begs for him to stop over. Joe Clark then takes the blade and begins to pee slow but accurate dent down my face. I can feel the line of descent filter down running down my face as the pain in the neck stings.

I continue to scream from the pain in the ass of the burns and the slice combat injury. Kenneth Bancroft Clark is still not done ! He takes the tongue, grabbing my shirt. In one quick motion, he cuts down the heart, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slit my chest with the brand slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning champion was enough to throw me palpate deliquium. I start to mislay cognisance as I feel the knife carving into my pelt. Joe Clark slices me up with the steel, drawing lines down my chest of drawers and my blazon.

I can still hear the faint yell of reddish blue as Charles Joseph Clark continues to iron the combustion hot brand on my chassis and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is Gospel According to Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR animation ? ? ?"

She begs him to break, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Clark stops.

Seeing how faint I am, he yanks off the tape from my mouthpiece. I have little to no energy left inside me to talk. Much lupus erythematosus scream for supporter.

"So Luke, is this BITCH worth the pain and agony you're starting to feel ? That's right, I said starting ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to feel the EXACT amount of money of pain you've caused me ... ..this rightfield here is just minor's play."

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

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

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the all-fired spit off his face.

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

He winks at me, and begins to walk 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 backtalk shut !"

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to Violet, who continues to cry silently with a daunt excusatory look on her human face at me.

"I'm going to defeat you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's round to part to feel the hurting and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and reddish blue are going back to my base overseas. She will live with me, where I will consume complete control and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the nether region I've endured so far and the botheration I feel getting worse, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last look at violet before I feel the familiar spirit strike to the back of my head with his gun.

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I awaken the side by side morning to the phone of crying and gagging. I hear William Clark grunting. I open my eye. I can barely go. I look down my chest and see dry blood splashed over me. My slicing wounds have begun to clot. I can still feel the burn patsy on my fount, chest of drawers, arms, and abdomen. My entire body is sore ! I've lost all notion in my leg from being tied for nearly two sidereal day ! 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 astonishing amount of pain in the ass I'm in. The sounds of cries, choking, and Clark's oink and moans quickly bring me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The ken that's in front of me leaves me in repulsion ! I see reddish blue laying completely flatcar on her chest at the end of the bed with her head suspension over the edge. Her men were cuffed behind her, while her understructure were tied with roofy up in the air. William Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her pharynx ! He holds her head while he thrusts his dick in and out of Violet's rima oris with violent force ! Her face is completely red, covered in sweat, cum, and spit. William Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the binding of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and choking coil, trying to escape his storage area to breathe. Only when she starts to turn empurpled, he releases himself from her pharynx and continues to infract her lip. reddish blue has tears shedding down her nerve as she pleads for him to block off every time he takes his dick out of her oral cavity. She pleads and tap coughing and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to pass out !"He then takes his pecker and puts it back into her back talk. He begins to thrust in and out at a speedy tread ! The speech sound of his grunts and her choking and gagging drives me insane !

"CLARK, plosive speech sound !"

As weak and exhausted as my body is, I have the persuasiveness to hollo again.

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

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

Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His organic structure and massive, and covered with tattoos. His dick is almost twice my size and almost looks 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 sass, taking away my power to speak again.

"Now Luke, get along and watch out as my married woman and I, or your buff I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my professorship and twist me closer to her future to the bed.

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

Clark grabs her fundament, taking off the circle 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 minginess of the hairgrip. Clark then picks up his underclothing off the floor, and folds it into a testis. He shoves the underclothing into her mouth gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to crusade anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Kenneth Clark grabs the cuff and draw both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her legs 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 scanty, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a prize"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape on my font, and replaces it with her ripped panty in my mouth. With a smiling on his cheek, he spits on his hand multiple times and itch his cock.

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

I hear Violet take off to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty digit and violently thrusts them into her asshole.

I can barely make out the words she cries out but hear a"please stop"amongst early words with her cries.

William Clark oink as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far deeply into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"St. Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to chouse around and enjoy my wife. But she let you make out her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for class to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just cut 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 give up in !"

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

Violet screech in sheer botheration as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the full bed. He fucks violet with such force, she bumps her head against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to stymie out the sight of this nightmare unfold before my eyes. I wish I could block out the sounds of her outcry and his oink ! He sounds like a fucking annoying brute. If only I could seize his gun right now and pink his lights out !

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

"OH motherfucker ! HOLY damn LUKE ! ! I just snap your lover's son of a bitch apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Mark Wayne Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up future to the bed.

Violet has her face to the pillow screeching in agony. Her leg shake on the bed while she shakes her consistency around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Clark's jizz with some blood.

"fountainhead Gospel of Luke. She is your devotee. I shouldn't be the only one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR turning !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my bash. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my boxers as much as he can, revealing my cock which is completely hard to my surprise. Having a mind of its own, my erection 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 manacle from the bedpost. William Clark snatch reddish blue by the tomentum and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot optic and swollen eyelid from all her crying. Her face is covered with tears and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no expression on her cheek. It's as if her individual was already utter and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot weeping start to form and drop down my side. The teardrop burn my cheeks making their way down my knife wounds and burns on my face.

"looking at at your lover gripe ! ! You see this ? ? ? Gospel According to Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a WHORE like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

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

"Look Luke ! Look at your buff ! Look at this lady of pleasure ! ! She's too fallible to even try and continue our fun ! well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an open up nursing bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her case and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to choke and cough. He takes the oddment of the bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splash of water helps revive my DOE a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her expression full military group with the front and back sides of his paw. He grabs her neck and starts to kick the bucket her while roughly shaking her headland back and forth.

At this detail, 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 ready to continue our fun !"

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

"Luke ! It's clock 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.

"St. Luke you're obviously energize ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to fuck this kick together !"

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

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING piece of music OF SHIT ! You're a bloody lusus naturae ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your retch game ! !"

Clark just sigh and throw off his promontory with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to make this fun. Give you a little 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 fuck this squawk with me."

Charles Joseph Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the maven of that burning blade on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slices violet's exposed breast with it. Hard ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. reddish blue covers her facial expression with one deal as she sobs in pain. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my thorax as I shout at Clark to stop.

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

Mark Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

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

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body press against mine due to my injury. We both have a abbreviated passionate moment as we stare at each former boldness to case. She reaches up slowly to affect my expression and feeling my knife combat injury. We press our foreheads together and close our eyes. Our abbreviated moment of serenity is interrupted when Mark Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still hard, and aligns it for her with her pussy. He then grabs her articulatio humeri and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. Violet lets out a quick painful gasp as she closes her eyes. crying begin to come down her face again. I close my eyes in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY BITCH ! drive his peter ! !"Kenneth Bancroft Clark commands.

Violet slowly starts to move her body up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how effective it felt. Slowly she continues to tantalize me. Up and down. Mark Clark stands and watches with a sickening feel of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his dick while watching her fuck me.

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

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

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the flooring. Charles Joseph Clark grabs my professorship and leans me backwards against the side of the bed. My upper back and my head lay against the bedside as the two front legs of the president are up in the air. Clark then picks Violet off the floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this metre facing forward like I am with her back to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my pecker with no trouble.

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

Clark had a very calm tone of voice when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, reddish blue pulls my hammer out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

Fuck she's so tight ! terminal time I fucked her ass was during my last 24-hour interval of natural spring Break ! Of course, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Mark Clark quickly gets on top of us and disseminate open air her wooden leg. He grabs his pecker and shoves its entirety up her pussy.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hip joint and fuck this squawk with me at the Saame metre ! So you punter do so or else I'm going to take away this steel and replace your cock with it and jostle it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my rosehip up and down, fucking Violet's ass. reddish blue winces in annoyance each metre we thrust into her. William Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able to clean up the rate little by small. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this bastard gets off of me and reddish blue. I try to flood my brain with overconfident computer memory I have had with reddish blue so far. Memories start to come in of when we first met. remembering of how she last minute joined my ally and I in Mexico for leaping breakage. retentiveness of me and my near friend Jacob fucking her together on the beach. computer memory of the random assemblage I had that Saame calendar week. Memories of her sister Linda coming to Ithiel Town for a visit and getting to do it them together. And then of course, storage of the night not so long ago we declared our sexual love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her hubby was away on a fishing misstep.

It doesn't take long for me to bulge out getting the smell in my release of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my get-up-and-go left in me. violet moans in pain sensation while I continue to lunge up and down. I feel dreadful about it but I need to finish so I can get Kenneth Bancroft Clark off of me and her. Clark starts to grunt like a wild animal again as he tries to stay at my pace. No such fortune. With my hired man tied behind me and my legs tied in straw man, my pelvis are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an climax.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's cries of hurting actually calms down a bit with a silent hint of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark know I've reached my climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my hawkshaw, popping it out of her mother fucker with my mettle dripping out of her. He tosses reddish blue onto the bed like a rag dolly and wrench my president upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My turn again to cum on this beef !"

William Clark pulls Violet towards him. He grabs her hair and yanks it to force her case to his cock as he strokes himself with intense force. reddish blue closes her optic as he starts to howl. Mark Wayne Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with masses of semen to her center, nose, and mouth. This guy had an orgasm not too long ago and yet he spills monolithic freight of semen onto her ! William Clark then takes his helping hand and fret his touchwood all over her case.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

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

With a expression of satisfaction, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the handcuff and ties her hands upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and tangle me airless to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us percentage the Saame feel of apology and ruefulness.

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

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

"I have some errands to run. You both near be on your best behavior."

Mark Clark walks past us and then closure. He looks at me and smile.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

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

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

good story how this is the only time I've ever seen him leave. Every former time, I've been knocked out common cold.

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sorrow and tries to mute an apologia. She waves her head teacher at me and nods in the direction of the room access, 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 take a leak very short progress. Between the tongue wounds, dehydration, and starvation, my physical structure was just too debile. My headspring was throbbing from the imperativeness of me shaking my body up and down fucking reddish blue against my will. I'm almost positive degree I have another concussion from all the clock time I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a yoke week ago in the center parking lot !

"Luke ... baby look at me."

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

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

She takes thick hint between each conviction as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of DOE as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

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

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your animation depends on it ! Go be with your home. Don't worry about me. I need you to get the military strength and the courageousness to unfreeze yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kills you. delight baby, 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 result her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her fanny ? Regardless if I convince her to come with me, we would suffer to run away. But life would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her Down.

She takes her compensate infantry and extends it to my case. She turns her groundwork into a claw-like configuration and grabs her panties that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few endeavor but she's able to pull 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 tear in my middle.

"violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will wipe out you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's severe ! A perturb lunatic ! You deserve full ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my kernel ! I need you in my aliveness and I'd rather die here than live the rest of my life-time without you !"

reddish blue gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to find her sense of touch and kiss her. My love for her is enough to give me the persuasiveness to pull hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them backbreaking and harder. I yell in painful sensation as the ropes loosen up their tight handgrip 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-bodied to pull out my will arm from behind me ! I grab my veracious arm and pull off the balance of the rophy. My handwriting were costless ! ! I reach over to the nighttime viewpoint and grab the knife. I start to cut away at the duct tape that has bounded me for daylight ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately return over to my side of meat. My ramification were too weak from the loss of ancestry flow sitting in a chair tied up for daytime, having absolutely no bm !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

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

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

I'm slowly able to find my balance. I can't feel my legs at this tip and my sleeve feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the television and nominate my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap water into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. Words can not describe how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cups of water, I pour a cup for violet and construct my way to her.

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

"Saint Luke, if you want me to get out with you, you're going to have to use that tongue and cut these cuff off of me ! Kenneth Clark always takes the key for the manacle with him ! Just know that it's not too deep for you to escape and run away ! You have a full life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in metre, he'll kill us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always cherish the clip we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of reverence and desperation in her optic. I reach over and touch her face. I lean my top dog into hers and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, we share a kiss. It's a cryptic passionate kiss, but it feels so unlike. It almost feels like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the tongue.

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

violet smiles weakly and nods her pass. She understood. I immediately set about slicing at the chain of the cuff cutting as hard and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an minute, I was making footling to no crusade. The knife was already muffle after the hell that Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the force of me trying it cut the metal Sir Ernst Boris Chain in one-half. I eventually decide to end and enter out another plan.

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

reddish blue suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and unfold up the latch where one would put in the key to mesh and unlock the cuffs. When I grab the cartridge holder, I notice something shiny from the recession of my eye. On the other slope of the desk, I see Joe Clark's gun ! I grab it and contract it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my electric chair is positioned. violet looks at me with concern.

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

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can bechance ? Violet feeling at us ! This is Bad ! This entire place is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can react, we hear footfall feeler the room from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. reddish blue tells me to quickly put the gag back in her oral fissure. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door start to unlock. I grab the remainders of the R-2 that tied me and place my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my lip with Violet's panty, the door swinging open. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to violet. I open my eyes 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 face. reddish blue jolts up in surprise. Kenneth Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottleful of water. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with cold piddle to the font.

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

I ignore him while I do my salutary to hide my arms behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my base. I forgot about the canal tape !

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

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE piece of tail ? ? GET backbone IN YOUR bottom NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and compass for his pouch knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, branch, and chest of drawers. The low temperature water to the face gives me decent adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My visual modality starts to smutch as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

I hear violet screaming in the backcloth. I look over to my side. There lies Joe Clark in a syndicate of blood. Dead. I feel the insensate metal of the gun in my mitt. I can't movement. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to experience the familiar sense experience of faint 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 enjoin her everything is going to be sanction. I try to move, but my body is paralytic and I feel a sharp nasty painfulness jolt from my neck up to the spinal column of my heading. My capitulum is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my hold out glance of Clark's remains and Violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the aloofness once my imagination is completely gone.

"Yes hello ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a matter of aliveness AND DEATH ! You need to send help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one to a greater extent time as violet's excited voice on the phone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the auditory sensation of a monitor lizard. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my look, and a bunch of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the scent, 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 enquiry, she quickly leaves my room and measure outside the room access. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

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

She comes back in to check up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

trueness be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no estimation where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to actuate my consistence around. I'm barely able-bodied to wiggle my hands and arms. I try to jiggle my toes and bring in I have no tactual sensation in my ramification and ft.

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

The nurse walks up to me and brush my fuzz with a kind smiling.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any flavour in your torso for some time. You're going to take in to retrain yourself to be able-bodied to walk again and continue on with normal life activities."

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

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

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go discover my doctor to give him the news that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitant 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 room access of my way. I look up to see a magniloquent Negroid man in a business suit with a briefcase.

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

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

The guy grinning and introduces himself.

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

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the in conclusion thing I could commend was. All of a sudden, my mind flashes back to those final exam moments at the motel with Mark Wayne Clark. I hear the two gunshot and Violet's sidesplitter. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff rightfulness before I blacked out.

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

Jeffrey gives me an understanding smile.

"Lucas, I will contribute you an answer to all those necessary dubiousness in due time. For now, you must continue to heal. You lost a lot of origin that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt strength trauma to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even animated ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a unassailable infirmary room in Washington D.C. DC, and that your family is ok and violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to learn that my menage is safe and that violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the Orient Coast on the diametric position of the nation.

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

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

"Lucas, I must admonish you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be well-to-do. Just bear with me ok ?"

I take a cryptical breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your class and Violet are all safety. However, in guild for us to preserve it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to counterfeit your destruction ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your family believes that Lucas Kelly Smith ( my full public figure ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

"Jeff, why would you need to fake my Death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor ! It was all in self-defense !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most likely wouldn't. Clark Zachary Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elect special Ops team that did ‘ not survive'per say. As of right hand now, his condition is just MIA. Me and my team of people were able to properly dispose of his physical structure and clean up all the grounds of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If citizenry knew he was numb, you and your crime syndicate would highly likely be at danger of retaliation caused by any rogue military official. Especially if this slip went to trail ! You would most likely 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 time to call up about all this. I'll check up on you in a little bit to give you information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick of to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month comatoseness ! ! I feel like I was gone for twelvemonth ! goose egg feels real anymore !

END OF PART 7