Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue middle that looked as if they were about to burst Forth River with tears, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an out-of-door patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her articulatio genus, white knee socks, and E. B. White ballet-style skimmer flats. The girlfriend had one leg pulled up under the former one as she sipped her C. She looked sexy as blaze and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued tilt with her Male comrade, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her fellow went to the privy, Stacie left the eatery. I followed.

She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark bowling alley in straw man of mine. As she opened her room access, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my hired hand tightly over her mouthpiece and nozzle and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up little female child ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and cipher would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

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

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her battle cry, securely bound her carpus together behind her cover. Tying her treat ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling Whitney Young Lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrist, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could wee-wee out the swoon sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long spell, so my victim would n't jazz where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's eye were wide with fear after having been in the trunk for so long. I untied her ankle, kept her wrists tied and her yummy mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the body. As I walked her into the moonshine, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would wipe out her and depart her eubstance in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears pour forth down her cheeks and get word her whimper. perfective. I shoved Staci to the reason and ripped spread her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her prominent, unbendable tits and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and fill you with my seed. I hope you 're on birth control. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with double-dyed terror and she shook her head, either to resist that she was about to get raped or that she was n't on birth ascendency. I cut off her mini, sliding the tattered oddment down her shakiness thigh, before ripping off her panty. Completely au naturel, except for her white thigh high stockings and black flats, the young woman was helpless ... and all mine.

'' banquet your wooden leg, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my drawers and legal brief, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing phallus. She kept her thigh clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a stark scissure and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two tree, making her even more helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

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

'' You know what I want, so starting time sucking ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her backtalk and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her pharynx, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nozzle, harlot ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and Forth River, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a piece, I pulled out of her sassing and slid my putz, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her mouth again and then began to rub my voiceless cock up and down her wet pussy, trying to find her pussy. red cent, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched cunt. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged mysterious inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile Whitney Young physical structure. She clenched her heart shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so fast ! You are all mine now, picayune miss. Nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

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

Her fear was sum, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes blanket with the frightful realization that not only could I hold on her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also wind up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her Whitney Young trunk with my sperm.

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

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

`` Only if you do n't squall. ``, I ordered. She agreed. `` How old are you ? '' I asked removingStacie 's gag.

`` I just turned eighteen a calendar week ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go house naked ! My parents would drink down me. They 'd imagine I was a slattern. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going family again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's optic overflowed with weeping and she sobbed at the realization that her parents would never see her again.

`` W-W-What are you going to do with me now ? ``, she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled silence again. I left her there tightly leaping, as I uncovered a cakehole five and a half feet long, three groundwork wide and four human foot deep that I had dug a few 24-hour interval ago. I did this where my teenage rapine dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree diagram branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video photographic camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder joint, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and shout of despair sounded through the clarification when she saw the shallow tomb I had prepared for her.

`` fountainhead Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the constabulary that you were raped. I also ca n't involve the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to make sure that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified young lady 's mute wow. She struggled for her biography, as I grabbed her long blonde hair, pulled her capitulum back and maneuvered the thick snare over her psyche, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the international nautical mile on the right side of her headland. I settled her foundation on the stool and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the orb of her feet. Her skimmer flats slipped off her heel, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the frightened, mascara-smeared eyes of a naked and transgress young daughter who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could prevent you as my sex slave and force you to have my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which alternative you choose. execution ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced maternity ? ''. Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her pharynx and from around her school principal. I tied her human foot together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little slattern again. I 'll have to keep an eye on the news for any reports concerning the minuscule girl .