Lisa slumped, limp, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's mind swirled in an unconscious mind state.

( Warming up for a sports meeting Lisa looked across the data track airfield. With the sun in her eyes she squinted to
see a man walking toward her. Tall, solid tread she could get to out the uniform.
She started running. It had to be. But it couldn't, not for another two weeks.
Held in her Dad's unattackable arm she felt safe. She didn't want him to go back, not back
to that severe topographic point. )

Man dat sume half-baked squat. Laughed Lamont.
Did u listen her shriek.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum good fucking.
Yea lets bang dat little bitch. smasher her hard.

OH tinker's damn man, look at dat. Is she dead ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the floor.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
Dats alright, we can fuck her anyway.
U sickish man, I not fuckin no unconscious bitch.
Man, fuck em whild they still warm.

NO, not me. Besides, I am hungryyyyyyyyyy. Why don't u gogit some sliders at da castle
Shit, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a dozen, gots to get my zip to lie with. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA flannel palace and a White Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 data track over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin flesh out fo that little shit fo, Lamont.

The young brothers are jackin them. You know every one got ta start somewhere.
I buy them up to serve dem and then later when they movin on up to railroad car and shit they come
to me to move dem.
Dats dependable business, it the Amercian way.


Lamont put Lisa on the couch and put a blanket over her.
She moans slightly but is still unconscious.

( Lisa loved the morning blueness Hour. As long as she could retrieve this was prison term with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would lead
with the running Sung, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the steer and he
would follow and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one resolution, Fighting first, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for former girls )

15 minutes later Lamont gets a call from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat sliders and dropped off dat 8 track.
Gon na bring my Friend Jose with me.

Man u know I don't like dat guy, everytime he over here sumpthing base on balls away like
an airtool finis fourth dimension.
Lamont, u don't know dat, He's cool.
I don't cartel dat MF, got ta keep save an eye on him.


Cool ! ! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking shifting fat ass greasy MFer.
Wonder why fuckin Cyrus likes him.
One ugly asshole, dat for shore.
Lamont looked over at Lisa, she 's not moved, still out. Hope……………..

( Lisa loved the dawning Blue Hour. As long as she could call up this was time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain Baron Snow of Leicester, they would run. When she was young Dad would pass
with the go songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the lead and he
would comply and the language were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for early miss )

Cyrus and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could smack the Pseudemys scripta as they walked in.
Jose was a wild looking MF. Red bandana, unkempt face fungus, gold and missing teeth.
He was a fat fuck too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, nothing to break a good meal like having to bet at that asshole.
They sat at the table, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few sliders from Lamont's bag.

piece of tail free loader MF thought Lamont. He can wolf these sliders.
nookie dozen slider would be nix for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to have fewww.

What you have over hereee. Jose spotted Lisa on the couch.
Our entertainment.
She is passed out and we are waiting for here to come to, throw her a little rest then… ...

So Swweeet. HMMMM.
OH shit thought Lamont. Now look at this. Fuck. Now he gon na freeload fucking our bitch.

Jose sat next to Lisa and sat her up next to him.
She sat limp, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his script over Lisa tits.
He fondled her white meat, rubbed her teat. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her exclusively response were some nonvoluntary groans.

("You'r out “. yelled Lisa. She had just tagged her Dad. They were playing running theme in nominal head
with Pauli. Lisa watched as three melanize elevator car pulled up. The driver of the middle car got out and opened the backrest door. Lisa's dad walked over. Mr. D'Angelo, it is a pleasance to see you. They shook hands.
Marc, I wanted to separate you how proud everyone is of you. Thank you Sir.
This must be Lisa. You look so much like your grandmother. Thank You, Sir.

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your grandmother would be so proud.
After some small talk, Lisa's Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your family pauperism, you let me experience. Lisa is wonderful I hear good thing about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful Angel Falls. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

Jose spread her leg and rubbed between her mound. He had his
eye finger rubbing her pussy. He rubbed and twisted her.
His hands ran up and down Lisa's legs, he pushed a finger inside her and then another
probing and prodding inside her.

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one sick ass Man, she is fucking out cold Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so sweet, so young.
His finger's breadth kept pushing inside her.

Oh Lamont thissss pusssssy is so squeamish, reminds me of my niece.

My comrade, heee came up and had to leave to work in the fields and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a bastard thought Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus the Younger had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's weight judiciary. He took a wrist and
tied it with R-2 to the exercising weight stand bar and then the other hand to the other side.
Jose smile as he looked at the helpless unconscious mind teen on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the ankle to the weight bar up on the stand, pulling it up and encompassing and
then tied up the former. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back apartment and legs up over her head.
Lisa's legs were tied wide, ass up in the air, pussy across-the-board open, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his gasp and straddled the physical exertion terrace. He ran his rough hands up and down the
young thighs.

Lamont thesseee girl esee a
quiescence BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO FUCK sleeping BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thigh with his strong mitt and slid his cock along her pussy.
Ohhh, Department of Energy that feeellll in effect. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his tool slid late inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as deep as he could.
Her body stretched against the weightiness of his terrible rape.

Still not awake, Jose leaned even further forward and spit in her face.
He slapped her bitch nerve, one way and then the other. Lisa moaned and awoke screaming.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Terrified she woke from her unconscious state.

She was tied to the employment bench looking up at this big, sturdy, mean looking fat fuck, his stopcock inside her.
His bearded face, Au tooth, whiskers and frustrate dress were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his hawkshaw. Her branch and wooden leg burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in speak terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thighs almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her pissed and thrust inscrutable inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO stop consonant AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued