Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue optic that looked as if they were about to erupt Forth with split, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, sodding ! I saw her at a pizza pie joint that had an outdoor terrace. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught bit of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty well auditory modality. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, jean miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, whiten knee joint socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flat. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her nose candy. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

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

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

She headed to her car, a Patrick White 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark alley in presence of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smack her aroma just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and olfactory organ and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up petty fille ! With this tongue to your throat, I could kill you and nonentity would bonk. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' livelihood quiet and put your hands behind your cover. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her carpus behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her rallying cry, securely bound her radiocarpal joint together behind her cover. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling young madam inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, 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 nominate out the swoon sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the fairly blonde away. I drove around for a yearn while, so my dupe would n't know where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the luggage compartment, and Stacie 's heart were wide of the mark with awe after having been in the trunk for so hanker. I untied her ankles, kept her carpus tied and her luscious mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. As I walked her into the Moon, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would kill her and depart her consistence in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. In the moonlight, I could see tears spill down her cheeks and hear her whimpers. perfect. I shoved Staci to the dry land and ripped open her Patrick Victor Martindale White frilly blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her bombastic, firm 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 dominance. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure threat and she shook her school principal, either to protest that she was about to get tap or that she was n't on birth command. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered oddment down her trembling second joint, before ripping off her panties. Completely naked, except for her white thigh high stockings and blackened flats, the young woman was lost ... and all mine.

'' bedcover your pegleg, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and briefs, 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 complete cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's mortise joint apart between two trees, making her even more incapacitated. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want cunt, or mommy and daddy will never see or hear 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 commence sucking ! ``

Having no selection, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing stopcock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, woman of the street ! ``, I commanded, as her heading bobbed back and forth, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her oral fissure and slew my rooster, wet with her spit, 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 incision, trying to find her cunt. Damn, she was squiffy !

'' Are you a Virgin ? ``, I asked. The lady friend nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously uninfluenced twat. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie 's helpless and probably productive young body. She clenched her middle shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to need her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, little young woman. cypher knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to twist and writhe underneath me, in an effort to get free even as I pumped my cock into her wet immature pussy.

Her fearfulness was sum, with her teardrop slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes astray with the frightful realization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could defeat her, or she could also nose up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the bound and my loins exploded, flooding her young body 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 ignominy and hatred.

Through her gag, the Cy Young woman asked me to take off her scarf gag.

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

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

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's middle overflowed with tears 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 silence again. I left her there tightly limit, as I uncovered a kettle of fish five and a half feet long, three foot wide and four base deep that I had dug a few years ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope slip noose I had prepared and slung across a tree diagram 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 noose. Her heart widened and cries of despair sounded through the glade when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

`` fountainhead Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of infection of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the opportunity of you getting knocked up with my infant. So now ... I am going to make sure that no one ever sees you live again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl 's muffled screams. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her retentive blonde hairsbreadth, pulled her head back and maneuvered the midst noose over her question, where I slid the eyelet tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the right English of her head. I settled her substructure on the faeces and took up all the morass in the gin so that she balanced on the musket ball of her feet. Her Panama hat flats slipped off her heels, as she struggled to keep back her balance.

I grabbed the stool and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared middle of a naked and violate Thomas Young girl who knew she was about to die.

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

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

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her top dog. I tied her groundwork together, pulled her down off the pot, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the luggage compartment again. Nobody would ever see the little slut again. I 'll have to keep an eye on the news for any account concerning the little girl .