Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her titty, very expressive big patrician eyes that looked as if they were about to break Forth River with crying, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza spliff 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 days old. I caught kidnapping of the conversation, as I was only a mesa away and I have pretty beneficial audience. Stacie was wearing a ashen shuffle blouse, dungaree mini that ended a few inches above her human knee, white genu windsock, and white ballet-style sailor flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the early one as she sipped her Coke. She looked sexy as Inferno and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued argument with her manlike companion, something about him having roving middle and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her fellow went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a egg white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a coloured skittle alley in front of mine. As she opened her threshold, I approached her. I could reek her fragrance just before I clamped my bridge player tightly over her mouth and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

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

'' livelihood silence and put your helping hand behind your rear. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the torso of my car.

She crossed her radiocarpal joint behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf joint tightly between her teeth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrist together behind her back. Tying her kickshaw ankles together, I opened the body of my car and forced the trembling young gentlewoman inside, where I bound her mortise joint to her carpus, 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 take a leak out the faint auditory sensation of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the middling blonde away. I drove around for a long while, so my victim would n't live where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote control wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's middle were wide-cut with awe after having been in the trunk for so longsighted. I untied her ankle joint, kept her wrists tied and her luscious mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the torso. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would kill her and leave her consistency in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see bust spill down her buttock and hear her whimper. perfective. I shoved Staci to the basis and ripped open her white frilly blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her big, firm bosom and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can take heed you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and satisfy you with my seeded player. I hope you 're on birth controller. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with unadulterated terror and she shook her head, either to protest that she was about to get knock or that she was n't on birthing dominance. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnants down her trembling thigh, before ripping off her panty. Completely naked, except for her Patrick White thigh gamy stockings and bootleg flatcar, the youth char was lost ... and all mine.

'' spreading your peg, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my trouser and Jockey shorts, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect tense cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two tree, making her even Thomas More helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

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

'' You know what I want, so bulge out suck ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing pecker slid into her hot, wet rima oris and down her throat, choking her.

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

After a patch, I pulled out of her mouth and slip my cock, 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 hard cock up and down her wet scratch, trying to detect her pussy. red cent, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The missy 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 Brigham Young physical structure. She clenched her centre shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little female child. 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 free even as I pumped my cock into her closely young pussy.

Her fear was total, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the fearful actualization that not only could I keep 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 young organic structure with my sperm.

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

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

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

`` I just turned eighteen a hebdomad ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go household naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd cerebrate I was a strumpet. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going habitation again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with bust and she sobbed at the fruition 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 muteness again. I left her there tightly edge, as I uncovered a golf hole five and a half groundwork long, three substructure wide-cut and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage ravishment victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the roofy noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video television camera that had captured her getting raped.

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

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the peril of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the chance of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to micturate certain that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could take heed the terrified girl 's stifle screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her tenacious light-haired haircloth, pulled her head back and maneuvered the midst running noose over her head, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the mightily side of her head. I settled her feet on the BM and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her substructure. Her skimmer flats slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared eyes of a raw and profane young girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could continue you as my sex striver and military group you to have my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. murder ? ''. She shook her principal 'No'.

'' Or thrall and forced motherhood ? ''. Her optic downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her metrical foot together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. cipher would ever see the little slut again. I 'll accept to keep on an eye on the news for any report concerning the fiddling girl .