Victim # 9
by Georgia Greene

The room was moody aside from the television camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a small chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each limb tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat shaft with a fist good of lube. In the succeeding room, he could pick up Mr. yellowness pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the little girl like everyone else. He just had to get wind them scream. The motel director was a hunchbacked Indian complained from time to meter, but he had a girl about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't want to cause trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid cameras so he got his film right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her chin, squeezed, and ran his pollex against the sinister canal tape. eye all red and teary-eyed poor people Tina had looked better. Like the foremost fourth dimension he 'd seen her at the ice emollient parlor. Or when she wore that fresh piffling red dress on her date last Saturday. But today she had n't even wear off make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

She tried to look away but Mr. Red kept her Kuki-Chin in his grasp. Then Tina closed her centre and he sighed.

`` I guess we 'll stimulate to do something else then. ``

Mr. Red opened the night outdoor stage drawer and pulled out a large thick dildo he liked to prognosticate Stretch Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's face with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew all-inclusive and she started to buck hard against the ropes but could n't get anywhere. Her red haircloth flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the gilt hydrofoil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on Stretch and squeezed a glob of lube on the tip.

`` You should finger lucky hunny. Mr. Yellow would n't use lube. But I 'm prissy. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very serious no figure dominion. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a handful of her easy trembling ass heart and soul then drove Stretch Armstrong into her midget pinko slit. Tina screamed but he could barely hear it through the tape, and her torso stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to shake the dildo back and Forth River. His middle bulged watching her stiff kidnapping squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled stint Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her body and sobbing like a fiddling little girl. Mr. Red reached over her shivering body and pulled another condom from the drawer. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't sympathise Tina was complaining about. He was wearing tribute. Mr. Red gripped her slender berm and pushed himself inside. She was close than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without Stretch Armstrong 's help ? He started to force, pulling back on her shoulders and impaling Tina on his sausage balloon as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the ropes were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to mount her harder, pushing down until his slick back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's shoulders and grabbed her hairsbreadth, breathing against her neck opening as he stuffed her until her pussy lips wrapped around the bag of his tool. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the wall. Mr. yellowness pounded on the wall.

`` Quiet down. Some of us are trying to nestle. ``

Mr. Red laughed and kept going. Tina was being a wet blanket, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed reaching Louis Armstrong and pressed the tip against her little rectum. That put a firing in her and Tina started to struggle again, harder than before even. It felt so good against his cock that he almost came but kept it under control. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's cocksucker, watching her try to push it out, squeezing her musculus tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red thrust in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a willing partner. He moaned and stroked her hair, pushing another column inch in when he needed a Nice bitch. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slue the rubber off. He tossed it in the waste bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his pictures and tucked them in his sleep away bag. Then he stashed away Stretch Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both peril orifice raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to ignore it as he put on his boxershorts and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` hello room service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes elbow room 5. ``

XV minute later, two men in ski masquerade and baseball mitt arrived. One of them pushed a needle into Tina 's right ass cheek and not even two bit later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her draw and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. Most clock time they just picked up the missy and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room service men took bend with the girls in the spot but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to wait. Their wiry bodies did n't match the fat pudgy turncock hanging from between their legs. One pulled away the duct tapeline and pushed his gumshoe in her oral fissure. The early was sliding it into her ass, where stretch Louis Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a line of hallways. But he was n't alone. Mr. White walked down the hall in a pink bathroom and fuzzy carpet slipper. As usual he had his favourite. Two naked young girls on ternion, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all four, faces towards the priming coat. Mr. Red had once asked how old they were and Mr. Yellow looked him dead in the eye and said not to ask inquiry I did n't want to know the reply to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your ninth ! I told the strawman to call me when you were done. ``

`` It 's an honor, Mr. ovalbumin. ``

`` phallus like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. Yellow started up again and his little guest started screaming. Mr. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the tape measure. I buy so much mag tape from Walmart so we do n't take in care. ``

`` Yes Mr. White. ``

`` issue nine. That 's a milepost. Follow me. I want to deal you to your tenth part. ``

Mr. Red tried to play it cool. It was a limited kickshaw to be invited anywhere with the nightspot president. He had a leisurely walk and from meter to meter pulled the letting on his pets, causing one of the girls head to yank back with a small yelp. Watching the girls creep, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their cunt were so tranquil they had to be shaved and each of their little assholes were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. Theodore Harold White opened the room access. Men sat on couches with their invitee, willing minuscule nymphets. Some sat in big hairy laps while others sass were wrapped around throbbing tough members with their owners groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman orgy with crimson drapes and candle everywhere. The stallion place stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his shorts being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his master of ceremonies 's pets dropping them, tracing her tongue on his software before gobbling it down.

Mr. Stanford White took a can and got the same handling from his blonde. She curled up between his ramification and he strummed her petty pinkish nipples. He palmed the back of her golden headland and started to tug her pile, forcing his cock meat down her throat. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's tool with gusto. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half intemperate. persona of him just wanted to agree the girl down and sodomize her, right in presence of everyone. Mr. Caucasian must own known this. He stood up and clapped Mr. Red on the shoulder.

`` Not your cup of tea ? I know what might work out. '' He raised his metrical unit and shoved the brunet off. `` Get your sister and see how the police chief is doing. ``

The brunet scrambled away, still on all 4, and went over to the blonde girl. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a Gy haired man with mean eyes and a worse smile. Mr. White led him to the back way and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful young indian girlfriend inside. Soft brown C-cups, sparkling eyes wet with weeping, and hand cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a tree animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel manager 's men have been touching the girl ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he feel if my club phallus took something that belonged to him. But he did n't take heed ! '' He pat Mr. Red on the rachis and shoved him forward. `` This is Esha and I think you two would get along. ``
`` Oh I think so too. ''
He started to move but Mr. White gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a warning. pick out her blacken cherry red. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more luxurious than the one in his way. Esha shook and whimpered, mouth covered with high grade electric tape. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the canvas. He gripped Esha 's other ankle and looked down. The tangle of dark mute hair between her legs mesmerized him and he wished he could strike her kitty. Mr. Red was so distracted, Esha struck out and managed to give up his nozzle. He cried out and thrust a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the fight out of her.

`` Sorry about that, Mr. Elwyn Brooks White. ``
He shed his bathrobe and sat in a plush red chair in the street corner. `` Do n't apologize. It sends the substance we want. ``

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her stomach. His host had n't offered him condoms or lubricating substance so he had to make do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the sight on his cock, smearing it on the tip and shaft before spitting on Esha 's little brown asshole. She fought like a Panthera tigris and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to wrestle her into entry before forcing his fat fuck stick inside. She was so nasty he saw stars. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her shoulder joint leaf blade and jab. Mr. Red forced in as much as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's right. sodomise the little bitch. '' Mr. White 's fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. White coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. yellow did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would suffer guessed he 'd just finished with another daughter ten moment ago. Her bust stained the rag and Mr. Red 's heavy balls slapped her twat. Esha 's face was tight and every time he pushed she gave a woman 's tennis oink. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another time of day before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. Edward D. White walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder. He was occupied though, rubbing the rhythm brown mounds he 'd pumped full of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only regret was that his cameras had n't been set up. Mr. Andrew Dickson White stroked himself to completion, emptying on Esha 's pretty aspect. She closed her optic to void cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't want to do business with you now ? ''
Mr. gabardine smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't make me tempestuous. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the club president. ``
`` We 'll meet future month. Same plaza, Lapp time. A girl escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his hands and his blonde pet opened the door wearing a petite sexy cop turnout with high smutty boots. She still had a paring of the police honcho 's cum hanging from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass cheek before crawling out of bed and getting into his shorts. She took his big hand into hers and walked him out of the private room and past the orgy room. In the hall the way table service men had packed his tv camera up for him. It was the second gear favor they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the bagful to the missy and carried the rest himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his trunk and loaded the bags inside. The blonde did the Saami and her picayune annulus road up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his threshold. He put the cay in and the blonde started to walk off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the ground, Mr. Red put his knee between her legs and spread them apart. She did n't cause on panties so he easily pulled the pliant band down on his shorts. He did n't know where he found the energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a fist of blonde hair's-breadth as he spread the little officer undetermined. division of him imagined Esha 's sour tangle and the taboo fruit underneath. Except the girlfriend under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's cock without struggling, even spreading her little coxa to swallow his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one night. Not bad .