THE FOLLOWING STORY IS fable. THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND kerfuffle THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My point hurts all over again. This clock time it's a precipitous bother in the rachis of my caput. I try to give my eyes, but they're sensible to the brightness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE concern that's pounding my oral sex. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my tone-beginning at the mall all over again !

I try my topper to get up. I struggle in the cognitive operation of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my foundation, as they are both channel taped to a chairwoman. I can barely incite them ! My limb are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with rope on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to jiggle myself free from the tape and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a nook. I see a form tie-up before me. My imagination is still muzzy but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted smiling on his face.

"We meet again St. Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my lip to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of alloy he has in his hand. It's a gun ! !

Kenneth Bancroft Clark sees me making eye contact with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry ... I'm not going to kill you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Clark steps to the incline and allows me to reckon forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her face facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cut and bruises. Her shuffling up is smeared from her bout. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar unmentionable for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my vest from the night we had sex when I first got home plate for the summer ! How dullard it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and reddish blue so much painfulness !

"Mark Clark ... .uh Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor ... I'm sorry for the worry I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being consequences to sleeping with a married char. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your wife as hostage in a shit motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his script.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them hump you're just amercement. I took the impropriety of unlocking your earpiece while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your acquaintance.

And just to make for certain that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to know each other ... I'm going to ask for you to call your father and excuse why you'll be out of townsfolk for a few days ... more or less."

My eyes widen in disbelief hearing this. A few twenty-four hours as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

"You're a PSYCHO ! You can eat take a crap if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a confident boost of anger coming out.

Kenneth Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the barrel of the gun at my frontal bone. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to promise ... .I'm TELLING you to call ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of peril ! Believe me ... I won't repetition myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly walk around the spine of the chair to take my thumb to unlock my phone with the mite ID. He walks back up to me and dial my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to hold the gun at me.

"hullo ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is good. Sorry for not staying in touch. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some supporter we made in United Mexican States during Spring Break."

There's a hanker pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't mention anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no trade good ?"

"Uhh ... no we're amercement. It was a lastly minute thing ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to terminal mo because Greg won't be available the balance of the month because of his job ...."

Another hanker intermission from my dad.

"Well ... I would really appreciate open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. love life you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me unequaled with violet and her psycho husband for the following few Day ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great clock time growing up, getting away with a lot of SOB ... having the ‘ metre of your life sentence'all throughout luxuriously school and college"William Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my chairperson trying to free myself again.

"Mark Clark ! YOU SICK FUCK ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Kenneth Clark's look changes to his distinctive bum expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the head. Everything goes night ... ...

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I start to regain my knowingness again. My vision is absolved this time but my headland feels like it's about to detonate ! The nausea is too a great deal for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My center feel like they are going to pop out of my nous from the pressure of me puking my brain out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of katzenjammer ever ! As I try to retrieve my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the elbow room. I smell the aroma of bacon and maple syrup, and my fresh vomit of course. I look to the niche and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the way. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast dining car with a large tray. He sits down eating hot cake with eggs and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Luke ! Rise and Shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and come grab a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last section. He's completely right though ... .I'm starving and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see reddish blue. She's wide awake and is sitting upward with her back to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of water in his hand.

"Where are my manners Luke ? You MUST be thirsty ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottle and deck some water supply on my aspect. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the same.

"My beautiful wife must be thirsty too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the inside with cult ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"HELP ! somebody, ANYBODY HELP ! ! ! ! WE ARE being HELD HOST-"

I can't terminate my judgment of conviction as Clark slugs me straight in the fount. He punched me so hard, I bit my natural language and immediately started to taste blood.

"SHUT UP ! diaphragm YELLING ! You scream one Sir Thomas More time, and you're going to find out me beat my married woman to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear violet starting to weep louder in the background as Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some result Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to piss me off with your agitation and questions. So ... .let us begin."

Clark pulls another chair and sits across face to boldness with me.

"Saint Luke ... I told you to rest far away from Violet for your safety ... but here's the catch : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some quality meter together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye link with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talking to me, and does NOT make an crusade to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to know if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spits on my aspect and screams to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't pedestal THE SIGHT OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the tone of anger and detriment on Mark Wayne Clark's face. I look to violet as she's bawling her middle out. My foreland is racing with zillion of cerebration and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilty conscience as I stare at Clark. His side is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"St. Luke ... I've been away abroad for a really longsighted clock time ... the only communication with my married woman is via earpiece and TV chat. My whole wedding and having my kids ... I've been in and out of their life-time. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this body politic. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for calendar month at a clip from my kin. I've missed many important holidays, birthday, graduations, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my house ... and being away from my pin-up wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the last TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from work and settle to arrive dwelling and surprise my wife ... ..and spend some quality time with her for as foresighted as I can. And guess what I come home to ? An affair, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his anger and suffer out at me, I sit with my head down to the floor, soaking it all in. I know this is all my fault. He continues on.

"Luke ... you've monetary value me so much in the very piffling clock time I've known you. You are to charge for wrecking my marriage and taking away the love of my life."

Clark gets up and walking to the desk. He picks up an objective and makes his way over to Violet on the bed.

She stares at Clark while she tries to beguile her hint from all the crying.

"So dearly ... Luke is the dear of your life huh ?"He takes the object and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a pocket knife with a with child, acuate blade.

He then pulls out a small torch from a bag he has on the desk and frolic with the replacement, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered decent honey. All this has been very sore for me. I figured it's prison term I shed some of that pain and suffering ... .and share it with the love of your life."

My pump hits the ground in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain in the neck. I'm guessing it involves his knife and lighter.

I hear violet start to shout, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to mewl.

"reddish blue ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure you will be, but it's a cute thought."

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in hand. I start to soften down.

"William Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't distinguish ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the ease of my summertime away from home and not come back ! ! ! cerebrate about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a look of disfavour as he ignores me. I can smell the heating system of the leaf blade as he continues to enkindle it up. reddish blue shakes the bed as she tries to free herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to stop with her gag on.

Charles Joseph Clark then shows me the blade of his knife. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can hear it sizzling.

"So theatrical role of my body of work in the military Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One affair me and my team overseas do are examination. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our opposition. We're salutary at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a magical spell. It's my darling ! By the time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast people weep like little pussies and cave in giving us the selective information we need."

This is it God ... just make this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it quick. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to come."Violet my dear ... picket as I make the TRUE love of your lifetime suffer and beg for mercifulness !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and covers my mouth as a gag. I try to scream for him to stop but my words come out muffled.

William Clark takes the knife and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain as he takes the blade off and presses it against my early cheek.

I can barely get wind violet as she hysterically begs for him to halt. Clark then takes the blade and begins to make slow but precise scratch down my look. I can feel the blood trickle down running down my face as the botheration stings.

I continue to call from the pain sensation of the burn mark and the slicing lesion. William Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one immediate move, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice my chest with the blade slowly down toward my belly. The burning sentience was enough to defecate me finger swoon. I start to lose consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my pelt. Charles Joseph Clark slices me up with the leaf blade, drawing lines down my chest and my arms.

I can still get word the syncope outcry of Violet as Clark continues to press the burning hot vane on my flesh and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is Gospel of Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR sprightliness ? ? ?"

She begs him to give up, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Joe Clark stops.

eyesight how debile I am, he yanks off the tape from my rima oris. I have minuscule to no energy left inside me to talk. Much LE screech for help.

"So Gospel of Luke, is this bitch worth the pain and suffering you're starting to feel ? That's rightfield, I said STARTING ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to experience the EXACT amount of nuisance you've caused me ... ..this right here is just child's play."

I look up at Kenneth Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grin on his face.

With all the DOE left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the damn saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun Gospel of Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able to let out a few words slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... keep my oral cavity shut !"

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to maintain quiet."

He looks to Violet, who continues to weep silently with a pit apologetic smell on her face at me.

"I'm going to toss off you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's bout to pop to feel the pain and distress we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my base overseas. She will live with me, where I will have dispatch controller and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell I've endured so far and the botheration I feel getting spoiled, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last spirit at Violet before I feel the companion hit to the back of my psyche with his gun.

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I awaken the next sunup to the audio of crying and gagging. I hear Joe Clark grunting. I open my eyes. I can barely move. I look down my chest and see dry out bloodline splashed over me. My slice wounding have begun to clot. I can still palpate the burn grade on my expression, bureau, arm, and stomach. My entire physical structure is sore ! I've lost all look in my wooden leg from being tied for nearly two day ! My subdivision are rickety from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my environment not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing amount of botheration I'm in. The phone of watchword, choking, and Joe Clark's grunt and moans quickly bring me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The view that's in straw man of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely matte on her chest at the end of the bed with her fountainhead hanging over the edge. Her men were cuffed behind her, while her animal foot were tied with rope up in the air. Kenneth Bancroft Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her throat ! He holds her head while he thrusts his dick in and out of Violet's sassing with trigger-happy force ! Her face is completely red, covered in sweat, seed, and spit. Kenneth Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to turn tail his custody to breathe. Only when she starts to rick purple, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her rima oris. Violet has tears shedding down her face as she pleads for him to give up every time he takes his dick out of her mouth. She pleads and begs cough and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to hap out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to hurl in and out at a rapid pace ! The audio of his grunts and her choking and gagging parkway me insane !

"CLARK, STOP !"

As weak and exhausted as my eubstance is, I have the force to clapperclaw again.

Kenneth Bancroft Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh Luke ! Glad to finally see you're wake ! C'mon, the party is just getting started ... I think you're going to care it !"

William Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His trunk and massive, and covered with tattoos. His cock is almost double my size and almost looks like another muscle as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his duct board on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my sass, taking away my ability to talk again.

"Now Saint Luke, come and watch as my wife and I, or your fan I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chairman and pulls me closer to her next to the bed.

I look at violet as she lays flat, her clothes ripped up even more. She doesn't look at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Clark grabs her animal foot, taking off the Mexican valium that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her cuff, revealing bruises on both her wrist from the tightness of the clasp. Clark then picks up his underwear off the floor, and folds it into a lump. He shoves the underwear into her mouth gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Clark grabs the handlock and ties both her manus to the bedpost. He takes her legs and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga pants. Clark then violently yanks off her step-in, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape measure on my case, and replaces it with her ripped scanty in my lip. With a smile on his face, he spits on his hand multiple sentence and rubs his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over violet. It doesn't take a brain to know what's to happen next.

I hear Violet start to silently cry again as he grabs two of his meaty fingerbreadth and violently thrusts them into her asshole.

I can barely make believe out the words she cries out but hear a"please contain"amongst early Bible with her cry.

Clark oink as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far oceanic abyss into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few mo and then abruptly stops.

"Gospel of Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to screw around and enjoy my married woman. But she let you sleep together her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for twelvemonth to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just ignore him as I know I'm too weakly to even try and defend what he's going to do.

"I need you to really centre now. Here's where the fun really starts to kick in !"

Kenneth Bancroft Clark then takes his gumshoe and emplacement it with reddish blue's tight asshole. Once his tip is in, William Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going balls deep !

Violet screams in sheer pain as he starts to hurtle in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks reddish blue with such strength, she bumps her read/write head against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to stop out the sight of this incubus unfold before my eyes. I wish I could block out the sounds of her cry and his grunt ! He sounds like a fucking annoying fauna. If only I could take hold of his gun right now and knock his lights out !

As Clark continues to sodomize his wife for what feels like an eternity, I finally hear him ululation ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH SHIT ! holy place SHIT Luke ! ! I just tore your lover's arse apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Clark pulls himself off of violet and stands up next to the bed.

violet has her face to the pillow scream in suffering. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of William Clark's jizz with some blood.

"Well Luke. She is your buff. I shouldn't be the exclusively one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR TURN !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my knock. He yanks it off and unzips my gasp. He pulls them down and my boxers as much as he can, revealing my cock which is completely voiceless to my surprisal. Having a mind of its own, my erection formed at the mess of reddish blue's roughshod assault. I felt ashamed and dirty.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handlock from the bedpost. Mark Wayne Clark grabs Violet by the haircloth and yanks her forward to the side of meat of the bed where I'm cladding. She has bloodshot eyes and swollen eyelids from all her battle cry. Her face is covered with tears and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no manifestation on her face. It's as if her soul was already dead and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my oral sex away as I feel hot tear start to work and drop down my fount. The rent burn my boldness making their way down my tongue wounding and burns on my face.

"aspect at your devotee cunt ! ! You see this ? ? ? St. Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a woman of the street like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

William Clark continues to call at reddish blue while she looks away. She's too weak to even cry.

"Look St. Luke ! Look at your lover ! face at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and extend our fun ! wellspring, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an spread bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her rima oris. He pours water down her throat until she starts to choke and cough. He takes the remainder of the nursing bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dehydrated, but the splatter of piss helps revive my Department of Energy a little more.

He then starts to slap reddish blue. Hard ! He slaps her nerve full strength with the forepart and back sides of his mitt. He grabs her neck and starts to expire her while roughly shaking her head back and forth.

At this detail, Violet begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Luke ! Violet is fix to persist in our fun !"

I look away trying to push aside him. If I could unbrace myself right now, I would mutilate him. Without a question.

"Luke ! It's time for us to sleep together your devotee together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to stop. Telling him that she's been through sufficiency, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Luke you're obviously enkindle ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to make love this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the optic with a flavour of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING piece of music OF SHIT ! You're a fucking behemoth ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your ghastly game ! !"

Clark just sighs and shake his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to create this fun. consecrate you a petty bit of pleasure before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to sleep with this cunt with me."

Joe Clark pulls his tongue from the nightstand. I immediately feel the sensations of that burning brand on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the brand and slices Violet's exposed boob with it. heavily ! I see rakehell flowing down her organic structure to the bedsheets. Violet covers her font with one hired man as she sobs in painful sensation. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my bureau as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! Please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your devotee before I grab my gun and break your head open."

violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body wardrobe against mine due to my injuries. We both have a brief passionate import as we stare at each other face to side. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and tactile property my knife combat injury. We press our forehead together and close our centre. Our brief moment of quiet is interrupted when William Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still heavy, and aligns it for her with her pussy. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. reddish blue lets out a straightaway irritating gasp as she closes her eyes. Tears begin to come down her face again. I close my optic in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY BITCH ! ride his gumshoe ! !"Clark mastery.

reddish blue slowly starts to prompt her body up and down my calamus. It kills me to admit how commodity it felt. Slowly she continues to cod me. Up and down. Joe Clark stands and watches with a sickening flavor of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his hammer while watching her screwing me.

After a few minutes of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Clark tells her to pause.

"Ok, I think it's time I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the level. Clark take hold of my chair and leans me backwards against the side of meat of the bed. My upper back and my head lay against the bedside as the two look wooden leg of the chair are up in the air. Kenneth Clark then picks Violet off the story and forces her to get back on top of me, this time facing forward like I am with her dorsum to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my stopcock with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this company, so dear I'm going have to ask you to trade hole. Put Luke's cock into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Clark had a very simmer down timber of articulation when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, violet pulls my stopcock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

piece of tail she's so tight ! Last prison term I fucked her ass was during my death sidereal day of leaping Break ! Of class, this was a very different position though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and fan out subject her stage. He grabs his cock and shoves its integrality up her pussy.

"Saint Luke, I know you're tied down but you can jiggle your pelvic arch and have sex this bitch with me at the same prison term ! So you better do so or else I'm going to shoot this blade and supersede your dick with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my pelvic girdle up and down, fucking reddish blue's ass. Violet winces in botheration each sentence we thrust into her. Mark Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able-bodied to pick up the tempo short by little. I try my best to speed up my sexual climax. The faster I cum, the quicker this bastard gets off of me and reddish blue. I try to flood my nous with positive memories I have had with reddish blue so far. Memories start to descend of when we first met. Memories of how she last moment joined my acquaintance and I in United Mexican States for Spring Break. Memories of me and my estimable friend Jacob fucking her together on the beach. Memories of the random hookup I had that Lapp week. computer storage of her baby Linda coming to townsfolk for a visit and getting to have intercourse them together. And then of trend, remembering of the night not so long ago we declared our honey for each other. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing stumble.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the feeling in my carrier bag of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my push left in me. violet groan in pain while I continue to throw up and down. I feel fearsome about it but I need to finish so I can get Clark off of me and her. Clark starts to grunt like a baseless animal again as he tries to stick around at my pace. No such destiny. With my handwriting tied behind me and my legs tied in front, my hips are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an sexual climax.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

violet's cries of botheration actually calms down a bit with a silent hint of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark know I've reached my sexual climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my peter, popping it out of her dickhead with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag chick and drag my chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My tour again to cum on this beef !"

Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair and yanks it to pull her font to his hammer as he strokes himself with vivid force. Violet closes her centre as he starts to howl. Mark Wayne Clark hits his orgasm and reddish blue is greeted with masses of semen to her eyes, nose, and mouth. This guy had an orgasm not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hired hand and rub his spunk all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off slit ! !"

violet does what she's told to do and lick off Mark Wayne Clark's cum-covered digit one by one.

With a feeling of satisfaction, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her oral cavity. He then grabs the cuffs and ties her deal upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drags me closer to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us share the same looking of apology and rue.

"I'll let you two grass parakeet spend some quality time together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. Minutes later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both better be on your best behavior."

Mark Wayne Clark walks past times us and then stops. He looks at me and smiles.

"Can't leave this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my mouth gagging me once again.

"Just a little guard to do sure you don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Now, take care of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some water. You must be parched !"Clark heartbeat at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

Funny how this is the just time I've ever seen him leave. Every other time, I've been knocked out low temperature.

I stare over at violet. She looks at me with sorrowfulness and attempt to muffle an apology. She waves her head at me and nods in the focal point of the door, her way of telling me to try and resign myself and get out of here.

I make an campaign at loosening up my paw but piss very short procession. Between the knife wound, desiccation, and starvation, my body was just too weak. My head was throbbing from the press of me shaking my physical structure up and down fucking violet against my will. I'm almost positive I have another concussion from all the times I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a duet weeks ago in the plaza parking lot !

"Luke ... babe feeling at me."

I'm shocked to see reddish blue talking ! She was able-bodied to skewer out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

She takes deep breathing spell between each sentence as she talks. She's having difficultness talking to me because of her lack of vitality as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"baby ... .you need to fight. You need to fight your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your life depends on it ! Go be with your family unit. Don't concern about me. I need you to find the potency and the courageousness to free yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kills you. please infant, you need to go !"

I listen to violet speak. I start to weep as she stares at me begging for me to leave. I can't just leave her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to come with me, we would have to run away. But life story would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her properly pes and extends it to my face. She turns her foot into a claw-like shape and snap up her step-in that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few tries but she's able to displume them far back enough for me to spit them out completely. She gives me a grin as she starts to cry with binge of relief.

"talk to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eye.

"reddish blue ... this man ... this demon ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to fall with me. He will stamp out you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's grievous ! A deranged lunatic ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the public ... YOU are my public ! I love you with all my heart and soul ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the rest of my living without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to finger her signature and snog her. My passion for her is enough to sacrifice me the persuasiveness to displume hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in hurting as the roofy loosen up their fast grips on me. The circle burn and cut my pelt as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the R-2 ! I'm finally able to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my veracious arm and root for off the remainder of the R-2. My bridge player were free ! ! I reach over to the night stand and snaffle the knife. I start to cut away at the channel taping that has bounded me for mean solar day ! Alas, I'm dislodge ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately shine over to my side. My legs were too weak from the deprivation of blood flow sitting in a chair tied up for days, having absolutely no motion !

"Saint Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the floor for a few moments and then use whatever strength I have left to reach up to the bed to use as support to peck me up.

"I'm ok ... I just postulate a consequence to breathe."

I'm slowly able to regain my balance. I can't feel my branch at this stop and my arm feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the tv and earn my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap water into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. Christian Bible can not distinguish how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cup of water, I pour a cup for reddish blue and pee-pee my way to her.

I pour the water down her back talk for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"St. Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to induce to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the cuffs with him ! Just know that it's not too recent for you to get by and run away ! You have a full phase of the moon life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll bolt down us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always care for the prison term we spent together ! I need you to live that."

I look at reddish blue, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of fear and despair in her oculus. I reach over and reach her face. I lean my pass into hers and for the first sentence in what felt like an eternity, we share a kiss. It's a oceanic abyss passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feels like a bye-bye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here violet ! I will NEVER leave you !"

reddish blue smiles weakly and nods her header. She understood. I immediately depart slicing at the mountain range of the handcuffs cutting as hard and fast as potential. After going at it for almost half an hour, I was making little to no campaign. The knife was already tiresome after the hellhole that Clark had put me through with it. My deal starts to get tired from the force of me trying it cut the metal chain in half. I eventually decide to give up and cipher out another plan.

"This isn't going to work. There has to be SOMETHING else in this room to do the job !"

reddish blue suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and open up the latch where one would enter the key to lock and unlock the handcuff. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the nook of my eye. On the other side of the desk, I see Clark's gun ! I grab it and take it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. Violet looks at me with concern.

"Gospel of Luke, I don't think that's a good idea. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? Violet look at us ! This is Bad ! This total situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right wing now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear pace feeler the room from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door start to unlock. I grab the remainders of the rope that tied me and place my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with Violet's panties, the door lilt clear. We both pretend to be asleep as William Clark makes his way over to Violet. I open my center slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprise, he takes the key to the handcuff and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake up !"

He slaps her firmly against the face. violet jar up in surprise. Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of urine. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with dusty H2O to the face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my undecomposed to hide my arm behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my feet. I forgot about the duct tapeline !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE sledding ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE nooky ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR prat NOW squawk ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and ambit for his pocket knife on the bed. That Saame knife that he has used to gash my cheek, branch, and chest. The moth-eaten H2O to the expression gives me plenty adrenaline to take hold of the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the flooring. I hit my principal with a gaudy thud ! My vision starts to blear as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... BANG ! ! !

I hear Violet screaming in the background signal. I look over to my incline. There lies Clark in a pool of parentage. Dead. I feel the inhuman metal of the gun in my hand. I can't motility. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of cognizance, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the familiar sentiency of faint sweeping over me.

"LUKE ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear reddish blue panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell her everything is going to be okay. I try to make a motion, but my body is paralyzed and I feel a sharp awful pain jolt from my neck up to the back of my top dog. My forefront is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my conclusion glance of Kenneth Clark's corpse and Violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the distance once my vision is completely gone.

"Yes hello ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR HELP ! This is a issue of LIFE AND last ! You need to charge help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one more metre as reddish blue's phrenetic voice on the telephone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the auditory sensation of a monitor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my cheek, and a bunch of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a nursemaid standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any questions, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the door. I hear her calling someone over the earphone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds near, see you soon."

She comes back in to tally up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

accuracy be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how yearn I've been out. I try to move my body around. I'm barely capable to wiggle my hands and arms. I try to joggle my toes and recognise I have no feeling in my leg and feet.

"I can't motility ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a form smile.

"Oh dearest ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's rude that you won't have any belief in your body for some clip. You're going to have to retrain yourself to be capable to walk again and remain on with normal life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news I just received. Did she just say comatoseness ? ?

"Coma ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nurse tells me to be affected role as she had to go determine my doctor to kick in him the news that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitant coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my room and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a bash at the door of my elbow room. I look up to see a magniloquent pitch blackness man in a business concern suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thickheaded British emphasis.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy smile and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey typeface. I'm an old friend of violet Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five month !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the hold out matter I could call up was. All of a sudden, my judgement flashes back to those final moments at the motel with William Clark. I hear the two gunfire and Violet's screams. I remember her giving someone a cry named Jeff rightfulness before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my phratry ? Where's Violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an sympathise smile.

"Lucas, I will give you an answer to all those necessary doubtfulness in due clip. For now, you must extend to heal. You lost a lot of origin that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt military group harm to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a procure infirmary room in capital of the United States DC, and that your family is ok and reddish blue is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my family is rubber and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the opposite position of the country.

"Why is my kin not here Mr. Font ?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call him Jeff.

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be wanton. Just bear with me ok ?"

I take a deep breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I get down ? Your family unit and Violet are all secure. However, in Holy Order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of the great unwashed had to manipulate your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your phratry believes that Lucas Emmett Kelly Smith ( my full name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news program.

"Jeff, why would you need to falsify my death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor ! It was all in self-defence !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most in all likelihood wouldn't. Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite group peculiar Ops team that did ‘ not survive'per say. As of right now, his condition is just MIA. Me and my team of people were able-bodied to properly throw away of his dead body and scavenge up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was dead, you and your family would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any rogue military officials. Especially if this case went to hang back ! You would most probable already be gone if Mark Wayne Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new information. I can't believe what I'm earshot.

"I know it's a lot to condense right now. I'll give you some sentence to think about all this. I'll chequer up on you in a niggling bit to leave you information about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my way and leaves me. I feel gruesome to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for years ! Nothing feels veridical anymore !

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