Sometimes it 's hard to know who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the tree in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my handbag so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and climb out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be visible from the route. I know the middle schooltime does n't keep tv camera in the draw so it's a perfect billet to bequeath the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally right behind the schoolhouse property. I tape the keys to the underside of the car under the driver's doorway, rent a step back, and check my entire body reflection in the tint methamphetamine hydrochloride. My shoulder length blond lock flesh a pretty young human face and innocent looking blue optic, but what makes my procedure so wanton is my body. No guy worries about a 5'3 petite girl. That is if they ever get past looking at the 34 DD's, pocket-size shank, and the soaked bubble seat that made me so popular in school. One thing I 've learned is if you can trouble a man's one head long enough the other will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and snowy plaid mini skirt and the white thigh heights so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps smashed to keep everything secure, I check the reflection one last time. Making the final exam accommodation of undoing another push button on my White River top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my boobs, I start walking to the opening of evergreen landed estate looking for tonight's game.
On the street in the shade of the tree it seems closer to night than evenfall, but the visibility is still the right way so I keep my middle open. The street is deserted and my high heels echo down the independent road. I can see families sitting down for dinner in some houses, fry watching telecasting in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a injection hit the ground just a foot from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green malignment on the paving material and depend up towards the instruction from which it came. Three boy are sitting on the roof of one of the modest nursing home on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his face is holding the rouge Ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the tease of the group from the"just off"shot and the smirk. He's got an intermediate build with a mop of curly, sordid blond hair, but the sharper chin and long legs gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a player in his school. Ehh, he'd do but stuck up guy wire put up more of a fight and I don't really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is severely to gauge. He has the anatomy of a man ; with the broad shoulders and larger arm heftiness. His dark hair that just brushes the top of his eyebrows and the serious look marking his face makes him a drastic option to his buddy. Even his wearing apparel, dress pants and a suit vest over a partially done for clitoris down, seduce him seem Old than his tee shirt invest friends. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy young boldness. I'd guessing he was about 16. The final boy tantrum about every cliche of nerd that's been created. He's skinnier than most runway mannequin with thick looking glass and a distinct flighty use of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his head letting the messy Brown pilus hide his expression from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too anathemize easy.
"Can I help oneself you ?"I bid up to the boys, painting my voice and face with just a tad of irritation.
The blonde flirt's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't scud an innocent, unarmed woman would you ?"I take a step closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet hornpout and maybe catch a glimpse of the wicked expression in my oculus. From my new position, I think I catch the serious one crack a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The other boys sit back and preserve to let the blonde talk,"How do we have it away you're unarmed ?"
I try to pee eye contact with the nerd because I know he'd be the comfortable to manipulate, but he's still hiding his cheek so I find myself locking eyes with the middle boy as I reply,"wellspring you could always frolic me."I smirk at the shocked cough that escapes the blond,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just demonstrate you."With that, I check both directions to ready indisputable the street is still deserted and I start to strip right there.
As is predictable for teenage son, even the nerd infliction to lift his capitulum to watch intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a time. I can see their eyes ringlet on my cleavage as my sheer E. B. White lace bra comes into position. Those familiar chill start running through my nerves ; there's something deliciously addicting to sustain this form of office over men. Never looking away from their lustful stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my arms to my cubitus to reveal everything ( except the knife in my bra ). I turn while lifting my dame to reveal the matching flip-flop, the garter shoulder strap, and of course my bare ass. I'm met by a tableau of shocked faces as I complete the turn. The nerd looks as if he might have a affection approach, the blond's tongue is practically hanging out, and even the sober one has lost his poker game face to a falloff jaw and a slightly awed expression. Hmm maybe he's innocent and unsuspecting enough to be an easy objective too.
In their kayoed muteness I start to right as if nothing's out of the ordinary bicycle. While I'm still buttoning my shirt I say,"Now that we know I'm clean can you stop shooting at me ?"I don't postponement for a reply but continue,"I actually could use some avail. My friend lives in this neighborhood but it's like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this post well enough to get me to capital of Illinois Rd. ?"
Surprisingly the grind actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The line of reasoning gets so entertaining that I'm trying to hard not to express joy to see the severe one climb down. It was n't until he was coming across the 1000 telling me he knew this blank space like the spine of his manus and that he'd take me that I noticed him. As he gets snug, I get a better flavor at him. I was definitely right about the build and he's about 6'tall. His hair slide in the way the classic 1950's movie adept'did and his walk gives off an air of top executive and sophistication. If this was n't an process this is the kind of guy I'd go home with, but it is so I 've got to play this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to take to make do with tonight though.
The life-threatening boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming grin, and picks up my hand and kisses it."The name's sword. laborer Steel."
chemical bond ? He's quoting shackle. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as easy as the rest.

*****

As we leave his grumbling Quaker behind on the roof, we turn off the independent route going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked Springfield Rd. because it's near the heart of the berth and I know it'll give it a chance to get really night out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally hold back longer but all his pleasant charming yak and his everlasting turning away of the subject of my street show has me on sharpness. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not make up fling. It's not formula and it has me concerned about how in control I am of the situation. Usually I would lead him somewhere more withdraw under the implication of sex and then make my move. Apparently with this one I'll just have to go for it and trust it works.
While I'm trying to calculate out a way to get him closelipped to the woods, a car starts down the road and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps next to me in the Gunter Grass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the Tree, and hold the blade to his throat. For a mo I lose my assiduity as the scent of his cologne water overpowers my senses but I'm determined not to mess this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my cubitus over his shoulder blocking the vane from perspective. As I tighten the blade, I crush my body against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear."You better listen well boy if you want to live."I push the sword hard enough to just barely knick him to accent my point,"Yeah I know, you should let taken me up on the frisking offer."I can experience him tense up as my backtalk sweep his ear lobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your fountainhead off so you are going to take me back to your house and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don't try to wreak dumb either ; I know rich Thomas Kid have no issue getting to their parents'money."Just to cod him I drag my tongue down the holler behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the angriness boiling in his optic and a tremor newsflash through his body. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark eyes and I can sense the moisture starting to gather between my peg but I have to focus. Breaking the eye liaison, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the blade around the back of his neck to the far position, using my early arm to block it from view. To any prying eyes, we simply appear to be a young couple in a hump embrace. Keeping the scourge exculpated, I lean in to buss him gently to go along the other dyad from getting shady. His lip are warm, soft, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his moment of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmth of his hands sear through my apparel. I can taste his sweet breath and have to fight to keep breathing normally as his tongue explores my back talk. His tooth arrest my bum lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an aching only matched by the one behind my soaked scanty. I can feel myself getting lost so I break the candy kiss to see the couple is almost out of sight down the route. Could we have been kissing so long ? tinker's dam it, this is not happening, I am in ascendancy here. I have to restore my dominance.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his pharynx, I whisper,"Now Jack, you should cognize not to try anything pudding head. I don't playing period kid's game. I promise you that I will bolt down you. Your friends don't know who I am and no one else even knows you're out with me. Hell in these woods, by the metre they find your body I'll be on the early side of meat of the commonwealth. Do you understand me ?"I take the frigid hateful stare as a yes and continue to explain the programme to him. His unfaltering dark glare won't stop sending chills through my body, but I don't dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the master street. Ironically, he lives in the third house inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulder joint so I can cuddle close to his slope and maintain the blade next to his kidney. His Cologne keeps threatening my concentration, but I'm winning the conflict. We end up walking past his friends on the roof again. The awe on their faces is hard to decode. I can't tell if it was because he did n't come back alone in cosmopolitan or because his arm was around me. They start to squall to jak, but I poke him with the tip of the steel and he waves them off. I kiss his boldness taunting him,"Smart boy,"I whisper. He won't even look at me in response. Jack just keeps going, never missing a pace in his uneasy bee line of reasoning for his house.
He takes me around his sign of the zodiac to his back door mumbling something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really care ; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the next townspeople. He opens the back door for me like a valet but the loathing is dripping from his reflection. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my body. Thinking about what this big, mightily, handsome man could do to me. I practically feel his unattackable work force ravaging my form as he slams me against the rampart, his lust and hatred overpowering any gaze for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together girl. He's just a marking, recollect that.
I take a deep hint steadying myself and mistreat through the threshold. Immediately in front of me is a staircase to the next floor, which looks dark and silent, to my right is a bathroom, and the left field a room which has the door closed. shit steps in behind me shutting the door. In the small entry way his size is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I'm suddenly very grateful for the knife because in such a cramped space with nowhere to run, I would n't have a prayer in a fight with him.
His sexy, recondite whispering fills the room,"They keep the Cash in a burial vault in the room to your left. The combining is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that Lapp captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my hand down his face.
"Thanks beloved, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a kiss.
I turn to the door, the relief running through my body. This was so much prosperous than it could 've been. The moment before I open the door, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and Jack mutter something. It sounded like,"Oh trust me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the hell would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the exact same way : one hand in his scoop, the other stuck through his leather belt, leaning against the wall, those sinister optic never leaving me. What the piece of tail is it about this boy that's making me suffer it like this ? I need to get this hard cash and get out of here.
I turn the doorway hold, gradation in, and own just plenty time to film in the bed, telecasting, and comic record. rightfield as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this trap, I catch a coup d'oeil of that libidinous look the second his clenched fist connects with my chin and I crumple to the base seeing naught but black.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my Kuki-Chin, I can feel it. I try to give my eyes but the sudden luminance hurts to bad. God I'm so lightheaded. What is that noise ? doodly-squat, is that me groaning ? I 've got to get up. delay, why am I laying on the floor ? ... In the moment it hits me where I am, that same intoxicating olfactory property fill my mind again and I'm acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my hips. I hear myself groaning again and I try to give my eyes, but the sudden feeling of the broad side of a frigid, sword blade pressed against my cheek has me freezing in place. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the legal tender bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stopover with the tip toying around the hollow at the home of my throat.
His deep voice fills my judgement as he leans in next to my ear. The heat of his breath makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my manpower from his suitcase,"come on jade, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every second of this."His hot tongue licks the holler behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to escape but the sweat is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his wicked jape fills the room as I start to finally get my center open and adjusted. I see Jack siting up on top of me. Those wickedness lust filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the vane harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his cheek and I hate him for it. The son of a squawk is enjoying this way too much. I'm nobody's toy. I have to incur a way out of here. I'm looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"Funny, the big bad vamp of a thief does n't care to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his openhanded face never flutter and his haughtiness is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't help myself."Shut the fuck up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His hand bang my side so dissolute I don't even see it coming. The confidence trick burns deep into my cheek and he makes it worse by roughly grabbing my aspect, digging his finger's breadth into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that associate craze as he replies,"Bitch you dear learn your place."The sword is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won't give him that satisfaction. I try to free my men but his suitcase tightens and he slams them against the wood floor, sending pain shooting through my arms as he continues,"You thought you could master me ? A little hussy like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my mercifulness now and you'd be fresh to consider everything through kickoff because I promise you I have no More misgiving about killing you than you do about me."He drops my head teacher, letting it slam into the wood flooring. The shock has my lightheaded and dizzy again.
damn it this is gone too far. But I don't really see an escape so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can seduce the cop."Alright tar,"I mumble,"you 've had your fun. Just call your parents or the cops already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some reason his laughter seemed darker this time around, the wittiness in his optic even more menacing than the rage. His pleasure in my program line confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to utter."call my parents ? Oh, okay, sure."The smirk never leaves his face as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no reply and then looks back to me."Oh darn, that's right, my parents are out of townsfolk. tinker's dam. wellspring there are the law, except you have that bruise on your aspect, those innocent looking heart ; oh and yeah you're a hot little slut who'd just score the cops."He drops the knife, replacing it with his right hand. Flexing it to act with the effects it has on my air lane, he continues,"I'm not pudding head, beef. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could steal from me ? You thought you could use your body to flim-flam me ? Well I'm going to use your body to steal from you. You need to determine what happens to little whores who think they are voguish than they really are."
His hand finish so tightly around my throat, my eyes role back in my point from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his mitt and I start to see spots as a tingling sensation spreads through my entire eubstance. I'm on the brink of passing out when at finally he lets go. While I'm caught up and imperfect in my fit of coughing, I feel his hand on my wrists replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to crusade at this point, it's my considerably chance of escapism but I'm just so limp. I don't think I could be active if I wanted to. I don't even notice my oculus are still closed till another slap connects to my face bringing me back to. The bruise stings even more from the reinvigorated abuse.
I wake to a new quiet down popping sound. I look down to see sea dog's hungry eyes watching his workplace intently. He's taking my knife and popping the buttons off my shirt one at a sentence. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new restraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck to look up and over, only to find my radiocarpal joint are tied together and to the bottom of his bed office with his belt. Shocked, I look down and see his pants are unmake and hanging open, his raging gruelling cock straining against his underwear. Finally his picayune speech sump in, filling me with dread. There is n't much I can do unarmed against a man this strong in general and definitely not in this position, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my legs in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a mark. I'm not getting raped by a kid. nether region no. I get one leg high enough to get it in figurehead of his hip and I throw my heel in to him with all the force out I can muster. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his weightiness on one hand which he puts on my torso, holding my substance still as he wrestles my legs under his thighs. His arrogant smirk retort with his control, as he knocks the ass out of me again. I know he can read the holy terror and knowledge in my eyes and the illegitimate is enjoying every second base of it. What the hell happened to the mitt kissing Bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his task, making quick work of my shirt clit. Ripping the shirt open up, off my breast, and out of my chick, it's unmistakable his taunting self-discipline is starting to flitter as his lust takes over. The blade's frigidness steel runs up over my stomach and down, back and forth as his other hand clinch my breast. His lovesome digit play with the lacing along the line of the cup. I can't peel my gaze from his side. Those dark lubricious eyes hungrily consuming my body, the wet on his lips, and the raw purpose in his facial expression, it's all turning me on more than I have ever been before. The sensation of his handwriting on my chest is sweep over. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not enjoy this. I will not give him that.
I start to twist my torso trying to get out from under him but it's useless. Jack just watches me with that disgusting arrogance, delighting in my soreness. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and deletion it so it falls away discover my bare tits, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look howling, I'll give you that whore."The knife circles the areolas of my mammilla, making my breath ragged."You like it don't you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ?"His growl echoes off the bulwark as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to bring in it anguish more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my body ; severe enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a scream of pain and I see his hard-on twitch in his underwear in response. diddlyshit cuts away at my garter strap and my flip-flop, purposely scrapping me with the blade to make me howler. I try to fight back back the screams, but I can't. I'm losing another battle too ; my pantie are soaked, and he does n't lack that fact."You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You're cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the broad side of the blade into my second joint, not hurting me but scaring another scream out of me."That's right sporting lady, shrieking. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams."knave leans down, running his tongue from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my rima oris. As he shoves his glossa deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His hostility is overpowering me. In defense force I bite his tongue, making him yelp. diddly-squat pulls back and punches me in the stomach, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the blood at me, marring my face,"You don't get it, bitch, do you ? I like my diddle huffy. I don't fear what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want till I'm done with you."His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my breast, my stomach, and my bare pussy partially covered by my bird."And honestly jade, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your lesson very well, so I'm just going to cut to the following and rent what I want. You wanted to slip from me bitch so I'm going to steal from you. I'm going get hold of your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his clasp on my throat."What's so mirthful bitch ?"
I let my grin eat away at him, refusing to answer till he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply,"You're too late for that bastard,"but my simper fades with the starting line of his gag.
"You dolt fornicatress. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin ? I'm going to take your virginity Darling, just not the kind you're thinking."With that he slaps at my ass and it hits me. Anal ? No, no, no, this is not happening. Pulling desperately at my chasteness, I start screaming for help, praying his neighbour can hear me.
Jack slowly strips his wearing apparel off just smiling and watching me fight the simpleness, enjoying my screams. As much as I hate myself for it, I can't service but discover his body. His muscled arms and broad berm continue down into a strong, steady torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the muscles of his calfskin and thigh. Though once his underwear comes off, his putz distracts from the repose. It looks about 7 inch and is the duncical I 've seen. I don't think I could get my hired hand completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically realize one-half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his cock twitches and I finally break my stare to see a satisfied look on his cheek. I go to speak, but like a photoflash he drops down between my legs and shoves my deflower pantie down my pharynx. I try to spit them out but they are too recondite. I can taste my own wet off the thong as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him start to rub the capitulum of his stopcock against my moist pussy as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be courteous and get a fiddling slick before I take that fine ass."Jack starts to barely push and I can experience that hot bulbous head moving through the silken juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixing of dread and desire, I close my optic waiting anxiously but he grabs my face violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my oculus and get together that burning regard, he slams his entire rooster into me. I throw my head back trying to scream, but the panties get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my tight pussy is overwhelming. His size is painful, almost bringing tears to my eyes but the way he feels is judgment blowing. My twat is quivering, stretched tight over him. I'm pulled out of my blissful cognizance by his teeth digging into my neck and his handwriting pawing at every column inch of my torso. I can feel his nails digging into my backrest and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his stab. His growl and moans fill the elbow room competing only with my dampen squeals and the sound of his egg slamming against me.
The sharp gelidity start running through my veins as his brim make it to my nipples. Never altering in his violent musical rhythm, jack is successfully making me light. I can experience my blood pulsing as the imperativeness builds. All my smoke are overloaded. The sound of his massive dick abusing my pussy, the scent of sex flux with his cologne, the mountain of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering form, and the icy flack that burns in my nerves wherever he touches me are all making my pulse pound in my psyche. My mind is so clouded by the delight and pain sensation that I don't even realize it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the panties as my back lifts off the ground and my arms jerk against the belt in the vicious throws of my orgasm. I can palpate my puss constricting so tightly it must spite him, but doodly-squat stays steady never slowing. He continues to thrum at my tender pussy with his rooster to the point I have tears in my eyes, put the convulsions won't check. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass tornado as I collapse to the floor limp in the aftermath of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still rock arduous and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a undulation of pleasure on the trading floor. The sharply flush to my ribs brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grabs me by the throat again. I struggle to pore and understand his password as I choke,"You're more of a slut than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a screwing harlot. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my human face, Jack runs his finger down the path of my juices to my SOB. I squirm, trying to move away, pleading through the gag, but I can tell he's lost in his luxuria as his putz twitching again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to torment me and I don't want to give him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my eyes and try to concenter on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger's breadth in I lose it. Screaming so loud the pantie nearly come out, I buck throwing a genu towards his torso.
diddlyshit catches my knee and shoves me back to the flooring. I know the fear is apparent on my brass but I can't block staring at those sour middle, conflicted between rage and lecherousness. I'm so mesmerized that at maiden I don't notice his feverish hand on my waist, but as quick as his smirk yield, I find I'm suddenly face down on the forest floor. His strong second joint are stretched over my own and his large sinewy hand are squeezing my nerve. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass cheeks are being pulled apart savagely and I can feel his head pushing against my opening. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my spine, so his lips are next to my ear. I'm quivering from fearfulness as his husky hot breath floods me,"You came slut, now it's my turn. But I 've got one end matter to do first."With that he reaches around and pulls my step-in from my back talk as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonized screams."
Suddenly he shoves his prick into my ass and the painful sensation is earth shattering. My screams must be shaking his house. It feels like a fire ripping through me as his massive cock plows into me. I know my consistence must be writhing from the pain in the ass but he never slows. Jack is talking but I can't make out the words. I can't flavour anything but the pain and his throbbing prick owning me. His men are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to concenter on the belt cutting into my wrist to distract me from the blast.
Finally after what feels like forever, the infliction starts to fade. His thrusts are still coming hard and fast, but I'm beginning to enjoy it more. The steady regular recurrence of his tilt hard cock slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasure as his groans fill the elbow room. Jack's tempo is picking up as his breathing grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my windpipe. His voice fills my head as I start to see dapple,"Oh god, your ass is so tight. I'll be reliable with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this perfect ass on the street. I spent the unanimous walk trying to figure out a way to get to know you, appointment you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless malefactor, there was no want for me to wait."He punctuates his level with one final trench drive into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canalize just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold breeze washes over my au naturel skin as I come to. Due to the clear Sun Myung Moon, I can see pretty well. I look down to observe I'm lying in a atomic pile of sand, dressed in my ruined clothes. Through the dark I can see the fencing material and schoolhouse. I look back to the mountain of sand and realize it's a pitching hill ; I'm on the midsection school baseball champaign. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few transactions my benumb fingers finally grapple to untie it. Three hundred dollars in cash and a banknote falls away from my leg as I free the mile. I lift the impregnate cloth into the moonlight and see it's my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to bet at the note.
I figured it was a fair trade slut. One stealer to another.
P.S. Since I let you keep open your life history as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S .